Chubby!Joel with a tiny dick, who loves watching you strip tease and touch yourself like his personal porn star. Smiling and leaving his mouth in a 'o' shape, brows pinched together, moaning like a hungry idiot who can't take his eyes off you as he jerks his little nub with 2 fingers.
You love mounting him and grinding your slit along his pathetic shaft. "Look, we both have clits!" Yo tease, leaning back as his swollen little cock rubs along your clit in circles. Everything is hot and wet with your arousal.
You grasp his tummy as you bounce and roll, the fat obstructing any view but providing the perfect humping material. So warm and cozy, suffocating your lower half but comfortably touching you in all the right places.
He settles his beefy hands on your upper thighs, watching your torso sway down to your hips. Grinding on him slow and sensually.
You never complain about sucking him off. Always so eager, and his only annoyance is that he can't see your gorgeous face over his larded tum. But he can still feel everything. He tosses his head back in bliss as you very easily, without any kind of struggle, take him fully in your mouth.
The only genuine hurdle are his massive breeder balls that don't seem to be obstructed by his weight one bit. You love sucking them one at a time, or feeling them press snugly against your ass when you ride him.
For such a small cock, his loads are full meals for you. And when it's all done, ans you're womb or stomach is bursting full of his cum, you can cuddle up on top of his plush body and sleep soundly.
Until you start humping his belly again in your sleep....
Summary: no-outbreak AU, Joel has a headache and that headache wants his attention. [based on a prompt THOT up in collaboration with @strang3lov3]
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader | Rating:Â Explicit 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 3,833
Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, angry fools who want to play hide the sausage, angry joel, shovel violence against a truck, monster cock, age gap (joel is in his 50's, reader is younger), p in the v (unwrapped), rough dresser sex,
Author's Notes: welcome to the BEEF. Each P-boy has a thorn in their side that has to be dealt with. Thank you to @covetyou for inspiring the idea, and thank you @neverwheremoonchild, @strang3lov3, @rebel-held & @bitchesuntitled for their brains and eyes.
and thank you to every friendo in the Bistro - it's all for you, babies.
Joel Miller was your streetâs cranky asshole. No one dared throw a party or hold a garage sale without letting him know first. No one dared let their grass get over a certain length and the whole neighbourhood breathed a sigh of relief when he would go out of a town and not see the kids scribble with chalk on the sidewalks in the summer. He never called the cops; no, instead he showed up and berated whoever was hosting an event or engaging in an activity he found offensive. And he was intimidating. He wasnât the tallest, but he was built like a brick shithouse. Youâd lived on the block for almost nine years, and in that time, Joel had gone from being a broad, sturdy single father to a single, empty nester who lived off HungryMan frozen meals. He was a big man with linebacker shoulders and a meaty chest stacked on top of a boulderous belly. His plaid button up shirts always looked like they were holding on for dear life to avoid his temper.
And you were utterly in love with him.
Before the most recent snowfall, youâd been in your room on your bed with the window open a crack to let in some fresh air. Right below your window was Joelâs front porch, and as soon as you heard his door fly open, you grabbed your vibrator and listened.
âGet off my lawn!â, you heard him bellow at who ever had dared to approach his house.
You smiled to yourself and turned on your purple silicon friend and shoved it in your underwear.
As Joel berated the hapless victim of his temper, you nudged yourself closer to the edge. As you did, you cared less about the volume of your cries and let your noises out at top volume. By the time you came, Joel was standing on his porch with his mouth agape, staring at your bedroom window and the offending party walked away with a look of disgust.
*****
Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.
You watched as your snow shovel slipped out of your hands and hit your Joelâs truck. The one with the vanity plate âSM 9000â that you had no clue what it meant. You could only sit back and watch as it fell and gouged in the paint job on Joelâs 1989 Dodge Ram pickup, your panties grew damp as you heard his front door open and slam against his house.
You turned around, raising your hands, trying to look like you were de-escalating the situation. âJoel, I-â
âThe fuckâre you think youâre doinâ?!â, he bellowed, stomping towards you.
As he yelled and flew into a tantrum over your shovelâs sins, you couldnât help the stupid, lovesick half grin blooming on your face.
â⊠and you ainât got no respect for no oneâs property andâŠâ, he stopped, took a breath, and looked you over, face twisting in a confused rage as he tried to figure out why you were looking at him as if he were a can of tuna and you were a cat watching him being pulled open ever so gently.
âThe fuck is wrong with you?!â, he yelled, stepping forward, trying to scare you to no avail. He huffed and stomped his foot, trying to snap you out of whatever trance you were in.
You sighed and tilted your head, loving the attention he was finally bestowing on you, not caring that your reaction was essentially dumping gasoline on a house fire.
âFuckinâ disrespectful shitâŠâ, he snarled as he grabbed your arm and dragged you towards his house.
âJoel? Whatâre you doing? Where we going?â, you asked with a big dumb grin on your face then wincing at the harsh grip he had on your elbow. Your boots slipped and skidded on the icy walkway and you tripped heading up the stairs.
âFuckinâ clumsy dumbassâŠâ, he grumbled, shoving you through his front door and slamming it behind you both.
You looked around his entry way, noting the ugly wallpaper and the stale cigarette smell lingering. You crinkled your nose, and he turned around, his frown deepening into a scowl.
âBoots off!â, he barked, harshly motioning to your feet.
You didnât miss a beat and toed them off quickly, kicking them into the wall. His jaw clenched as he watched the dirty snow clumps slide slowly down, leaving wet patches on his yellow-turned-brown floral wallpaper.
His eyes snapped up to yours, expecting an apologetic look. Instead, he was met withâŠ
âWhy the fuck you lookinâ at me like a love sick puppy?â
Joel was enraged. You didnât run away or beg for forgiveness. No. You stood in his entry way, kicking your boots and making a mess, looking like he was David Cassidy or Patrick Swayze. You smiled back softly and that was the last straw for him.
âWHAT IN THE FRESH HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!â
You could have cum right there. Joel Miller was yelling right in your face. Youâd gotten off by listening to him lose his shit at anyone trying to fundraiser or collect donations who had dared knock on his door but having a front row seat to a live performance was better than you could have ever imagined.
Joel watched your lips part and your brows twitch as they furrowed and your head tilt back slightly. He heard your breath hitch between his furious growling breaths, and his eyes slid down your parka-clad frame and he swore he saw your thighs clench.
His eyes went wide as he realized the effect he was having on you.
âYou fuckinâ dirty little shitâŠâ
The whimper he received in response made his cock twitch in his WalMart Leviâs. He sucked in a harsh breath and swallowed hard. He hadnât had a woman look at him like that since he went to the strip club with his brother for his bachelor party, and he knew she was looking for a hefty tip. But you â the only thing he could think of is that you were trying to find a way to get out of paying for the damage your shovel caused. There was no waythat you were actually interested in him in that way. No. No woman had wanted to fuck him since before his daughter, Sarah, had been in junior high. He was a fat old asshole and you⊠you werenât.
âJoelâŠâ
Your soft voice pulled him back and the frown he carried all but left his face, being replaced with eyebrows to his hairline and his mouth open in confusion and shock.
âJoel, I⊠Iâm sorry about your truck.â
You grabbed the zipper to your parka and pulled down, opening it to reveal your great auntâs knitted sweater with a loon on it. Joelâs widened eyes swept over you and his brows furrowed.
âThe hell you up to?â, he croaked, trying to sound intimidating.
âItâs warm in hereâ, you respond, tossing your parka on to, but missing completely, the stair banister.
His mind was racing. You actually seemed to be coming on to him as you stepped closer in your mismatched socks. You looked up at him through your lashes while your hands slowly slid up your legging-clad thighs and up to the hem of your sweater. He watched as you pulled it over your head slowly, getting it stuck for a moment, revealing a worn out white t-shirt with a faded image of a marshmallow peep and the slogan âHolla At My Peeps!â. He took another step back and you tossed your sweater at him, and he stumbled back, falling onto his recliner.
âJesus, woman!â, he hollered, ripping your sweater off his head just in time to see you standing above him.
âYou know how hot you are?â, you asked, leaning forward over him.
He froze. He must be dead. Or asleep. Or maybe he slipped when he stormed out the door to yell at you and hit his head. Or maybe he was drunk. Maybe he took a NyQuil tablet instead of the Omega 3-6-9 fish oil pills.
âThe hell is wrong with you?â, he sputtered out, looking at you wide-eyed.
You didnât answer. You only leaned forward, nudging your nose against his and letting out a breathy giggle. He tried to speak again, but his words got lost in the high pitch grunt he let out when your knee came up and nestled in between his thighs, pushing against the considerable bulge that had developed.
His hand involuntarily gripped your wrist that was supported on his arm rest, and he sucked in a deep breath.
âI know exactly what you need, Joel Miller.â, you cooed, tongue jutting out and licking your teeth, trying to sound seductive. âYou need a good fuck.â
His mouth hung open in shock. You grinned wildly and kissed the tip of his nose before nipping at his bottom lip and tugging it between your teeth.
Joel let out a groan and closed his eyes, the hand on your wrist moving to your t-shirtâs hem and slipped underneath it. You nudged your knee against his crotch again and kissed him, tasting no-name waffles and burnt coffee.
The kiss seemed to break something in Joel. This wasnât a dream, or an antihistamine induced hallucination or a concussion - this was real. You, his hot, young, stupid neighbour was crawling onto his lap and shoving your tongue down his throat.
He grunted lowly and pushed you back, looking up at you with dark eyes. You tried moving forward again, but his hand held you back.
A whine emanated from your throat, and he shook his head. âIâm not fucking you-â
You scoffed and he shushed you.
âOh, hush and lemme finish, you loony shit!â, he huffed. âI was sayinâ that I'm not gonna fuck you in this chair; it barely holds my weight and if youâre gonna be bouncinâ on me, this fuckinâ thingâll screw the pooch.â
You shrugged your shoulders, irritated. âOkay, fine. Then where?â
âMy bed, you nimrod!â, he snapped with a scowl, then grinned. âGot a nice mattress with good lumbar support.â
*****
You had followed Joel to his room and were pleasantly⊠let down. You werenât sure what you were expecting, but the beige walls and the picture of a horse above his non-exciting bed were not what you had thought he would have. What surprised you was the essential oil diffuser plugged in on his bedside table, giving the air a fresh lavender smell.
The fact that the rest of his house looked like a rejected concept for an early nineties sitcom and his bedroom looked like a bed and breakfast that had no theme, for some reason, made you want him more. This man and his lack of consistency. You needed him in you now.
Grabbing his arm and turning him around, you pulled him into a desperate kiss; teeth and tongues, fighting for real estate in each otherâs mouths.
âGet naked, sugar.â, he grunted as he broke the kiss with a lopsided grin. He unsnapped his shirt, revealing a grey, stained undershirt, its ribbing pulled tight and stretched over his belly while his mouth and surrounding patchy facial hair glistened with your saliva.
While he wasnât being that polite, he wasnât being mean. That was a problem. Even with how mundane heâd revealed himself to be, it wasnât enough. The residual dampness that made your panties stick to your core was a result of him yelling at you out front, and that goodwill your pussy had shown was slowly drying up.
Joelâs hands began to make quick work of his belt and stretch denim jeans, but he noticed you not moving to do the same.
His hand flapped at you in an urging motion, âMake with the no clothes. Canât fuck you with them on.â
His eyes narrowed as he noted your lack of movement, and he paused. You began to see signs that Joel was getting mad, and your mind flipped through every situation youâd witnessed him lose his shit in. What was it that would set him off quick? You werenât about to throw a block party in his room, nor were you a religious group knocking at his door early on a Saturday. Then it clicked.
A devious grin broke out slowly on your face as you sat on his Temperpedic mattress and crossed your arms.
âMake me.â
âYou indignant little shitâŠâ, he growled, clenching his fist.
A flutter in your lower belly. More.
âCome on. Make me.â
âYou fuckinâ tease⊠Fuck you!â His eyes were filling with fire.
An almost painful need bloomed in your core. More!
âFuck me yourself, coward.â
He sputtered and guffawed, eyes wide in rage.
âYou fuckinâ shit! Banginâ up my truck and actinâ like a needy Jezabel just to fuckinâ tease me like this!â
You could have cum right there, between the iron grip on your wrist and his loud belittling.
You couldnât stop the giggle that erupted, and he snarled. He grabbed your hand and yanked you up off the bed. You truly thought his back was bad enough that the effort of getting you up alone would be too much, but he shoved you against his dresser, then slamming his weight into your back. You whined, feeling your pussy clenching on nothing.
âYouâre such a shit!â, he grunted, grabbing your elasticized waistband, and yanking your leggings and panties down on one side while your hand went to the other; the two of you awkwardly working towards removing your barrier.
When they were low enough on your legs to step out of, you clumsily did so, then tried to turn around to help Joel. He wasnât fast enough, swearing under his breath as your hands lifted his belly to access his strained button fly. His mouth was on your neck, sucking and biting like a dog on a window while a steak was being grilled just on the other side.
You pushed his jeans down around his hips and they pooled around his ankles. He kicked them off and bit down on the crux of your neck and shoulder as your hand cupped and felt up his hard cock.
Jesus. Oh fuck.
Joel was hung. Like unreasonably so. Youâd had your fair share of men slamming their pork steeples into your wet cunt, but none of them could even hold a candle to the monstrosity that sat heavy and covered in satin in your hand. You planted your hand on his chest and pushed him back, needing to get a peek at what Joel was packing. You immediately looked down, seeing the Wile E. Coyote faux-satin boxers protruding out in an impressive, and frankly intimidating, bulge.
âOh shit...â, you breathed out, contemplating on whether you truly needed to do any serious sitting for the next week, or if you could maybe just get away with laying down at work.
His hand snapped to your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye, and he gave you a dark smile, âShowed up to a gun fight with a knife, sugar?â
You didnât have time to respond because Joel shoved his hand between your legs and harshly began rubbing your clit.
Your eyes fluttered and rolled back. Joel watched, an approving sneer on his face.
ââS fucked up ⊠you like this?â
âuhâŠ. Uh-huhâŠâ
âYouâre a lunaticâŠâ
You smiled lazily. âYouâre fingering a lunatic⊠w-whatâs that say about you?â
He paused then huffed out, âThat Iâm fingering a lunatic, you moron.â
You let out a throaty laugh that bleeds into a moan as Joel shoves two thick fingers into your hole, slowly dragging them out before plunging them back in.
âYouâre a sick little shit⊠you seducinâ and teasinâ an old man, anâgettinâ me all wound up⊠Neighbourhood headache⊠thatâs you. Fuckinâ shit up and walkinâ away with a smile on her dumb face.â
ââM close⊠donâtâŠ. donât stopâŠâ
His fingers kept the slow languid pace going as he leaned in and harshly whispered, âUnlike you, sugar, I donât like to leave people disappointed.â
His eyes never left you, watching your every move. Every involuntary twitch and shudder, every flutter of your eyelids and breath leave your parted lips. He could feel it around his fingers and see it on your face that you were feeling everything intensely and now that he had you like this, he wasnât going to let you go without making sure you werenât going to pull this shit again.
Joel was many things, but a man who could let things go was not one of them. He was tired of hearing you cream and cry on whatever silicon thing you were shoving into yourself through your bedroom window as he lost his shit on someone; tired of seeing you make eyes at him while you sat in your front yard as he grumbled at a neighbour for the state of their lawn. He was still furious at you for once letting your hand - your soft, sweet, tender hand - linger on his when handing him his mail that was accidentally delivered to your home, forcing him to sit in his shitty recliner and try to finish with his calloused, rough, and hard hand. He never came.
You were going to pay for that. Heâd promised himself that for almost five years and now here you were, on your way to being a muppet with how his hand played in your pussy. Joelâs time had come.
You came, moaning, on his hand as he watched, his fingers still moving in and out of you, and his thumb took up the task of tending to your twitching clit. Your face twisted and you cried out, trying to push his hand away.
Your tongue felt thick in your mouth and a moan seeped out. As you rode the wave, he yanked his hand out and grabbed your arm, throwing you onto the bed.
âGoddammit, youâre such a pretty shit.â, he grumbled, reaching for your ankle, and tugging your ass to the edge of the bed. You tried sitting up on your elbows, but he shoved you back down with his body weight.
His weight. Good god, he felt heavier and better than you ever thought he could as he pressed you down into the mattress.
But he got up off you, trying to wrangle your ankles and pull your exposed pussy to just the right spot to save his back from being strained. You tried sitting up again, wanting to have some sort of control over the situation, but Joel growled and grabbed your hips, and, in an impressive feat, flipped you onto your front all while grumbling about what a pain in the ass you were.
âCanât even fuckinâ be considerate enough to stay putâŠâ
You heard him spit then grunt, figuring he was priming that fucking meat wagon between his legs, and you let out an impatient huff.
âKnock that shit off!â, he snapped, flicking you on your ass cheek. âYou just came, nimrod. You can fuckinâ wait!â
âYeah⊠but I wanna cum again!â, you whined out with a smile, trying to not laugh at how irritated he was with you.
âI bet you do⊠but youâre on my time, and I am a patient man, sugar.â, he crooned lowly, snaking his hand up your back and to your hip. You squirmed a bit, but his hold kept you planted in place, and his other hand held his cock as he nudged it against your opening.
The smile on your face dropped as his huge member pushed in; your mouth opened, and out came a gasp followed by a choked moan.
âThatâs it⊠Jesus MurphyâŠÂ not even fuckinâ your throat and I got you to shut your mouthâŠâ
Yes, you knew Joel was huge. But it was just an abstract concept up until that moment. Now that he was shoving his massive dick into you, you felt like the universeâs mysteries were now clearly laid out. You knew what religion was right, who shot JFK, how they made the moon landing look realâŠ
Nothing in life would ever surprise you again because you were being split open by this grumpy, fat man. You were being ruined by Joel Miller.
He grunted as he pulled back and then slammed into you.
âTight little snatch, sugar⊠takinâ me like a champ.â
You couldnât respond. Your brain had melted and left your skull empty, and you were unable to do anything but breathe loudly and moan, âSâtoo big⊠too bigâŠâ
Joel snickered and grunted, snapping his hips and shoving himself deep. You wriggled and squirmed, simultaneously needing him stop and to fuck you harder. Your head began to feel faint, and your core squeezed him, forcing a groan out of him.
He began to snap his hips faster, panting and grunting like the fat kid in gym class being forced to run a mile. You whined and squirmed, trying to get your knees under your body to be able to push back against him, to get him deeper, but he grabbed your calf and bit your leg right above your sock with a growl then groaned, âStay⊠stay put⊠donât move⊠jusâlemme⊠lemme finishâŠâ
You let out a yelp than melted into a moan, throwing yourself into another orgasm. Joelâs thrusts became hurried and more erratic. The high-pitched whine that ripped out of Joel sounded like a dog begging for table scraps as he shot his load into you.
He collapsed onto your back, both of you panting. After what felt like hours but in reality, was only about 30 seconds, Joel had gone quiet. You nudged him, hoping to god he didnât die from a pussy-induced heart attack. He grunted and struggled to push himself up off you, then flopped on the bed next to you. You rolled over onto your back and looked at him. His cheeks were flushed, and his brows furrowed; his wispy salt and pepper hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes were closed. He was still breathing heavily through his mouth. You smiled, feeling a fulfillment you hadnât since youâd convinced your parents that it was your sister who broke the CD-ROM drive in the family computer even though it was really you. Cuddling into his, your fingers drew heart shapes in his sweat coated chest hair.
Now that heâd fucked you, you wanted to clear the air as it were, and make sure he wasnât going to make you pay for any damage to his truck. âSoâŠâ
Joel grunted in response, one eye opening and looking at you.
âI was just wondering⊠whatâs your licence plate mean?â
He sighed and closed his eye again. He said the meaning quietly and at first you werenât sure you heard him right.
âWhat?â
His cheeks flushed a little harder and he rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a huff.
I Found My Place in This World (Itâs in Your Wake)
hereâs my entry for @beefrobeefcalâs september prompt!!! this is fairly out of my comfort zone so i do hope you all enjoy it! title is from 'she's the prettiest girl at the party and she can prove it with a solid right hook' by frank iero, work is not inspired by the song.
the photoshop is MYOB (mind your own business) mkay
also posted to AO3 by me (@sofmoth), link here.
divider created by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
husband!joel miller x wife!reader, WC: 1.03k
TAGS: husband!joel, anniversary dinner, all the fluff, chubby!joel, marriage has caused joel to gain weight, soft!joel, no physical description is given of reader, reader uses an inhaler, joel is goofin, POV u become one with the couch, joel calls reader âsweetie,â joel jokingly asks if heâs fat, reader jokingly calls themself âdelicate," fuck i love this man
Itâs officially been one year since you tied the knot, one whole year of living with your husband full-time. Joel had been fairly insistent that you lived separately until you got married, despite the fact that you spent more nights with him than without during your engagement. You never really minded, he had a mortgage to pay on his house but was still more than willing to help you with your rent until the day came.
One year later, and marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed overall a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline. It was only a drawback according to your brother-in-law Tommy; you love the way Joelâs belly had softened over the last twelve months.
No longer was he forgetting to eat breakfast, packing himself a half-assed lunch to take to his job sites, nor was he attempting to pass off three-day-old pizza as a full dinner. If you could go back in time ten years, tell your younger self you have a husband you love cooking for, you would vomit on your own shoes. Being who you are now though, itâs a joy to make him a meal, fulfilling to see how happy it makes him that youâve ensured he eats well in the early mornings and has proper lunches to keep him strong until dinner. The way he relaxes on the couch with you after, pulling you on top of him to cuddle, the wonderful healthy squish of his tummy between you a reminder to you both that love is not all in the way one looks.
He had been self-conscious at first, when he stepped on the scale and saw the number had increased. You very quickly put that worry to bed, assuring Joel every day that he was still the sexiest man alive. You told him how sexy he was irritatingly regularly, and then he started to believe it. He started walking around the house in his PJ pants with his shirt off again, you begging him to flex, him obliging. Joelâs belly and the weight he gained were the most physical and personal reminders of how much you loved him.
To celebrate this first full year of your marriage, you made a fabulous meal so you could stay in for the night and enjoy it together. Pot roast and potatoes, enough rolls to choke a horse, two or three glasses of wine. Joel is doing the dishes, you lay on the couch watching him across the room. He glances back at you, smiling, and you wave with your fingers. The wine has certainly hit you; youâre not drunk by any stretch, but youâre definitely more comfortable horizontal. You close your eyes, listening to the sink run for a few minutes before the last dish clinks in the drying rack and the water stops.
âWow. My wife made such an amazing dinner, and Iâm so tired from doing those dishes. I think Iâd like to sit and rest.â You can hear the dry playfulness in his voice, eyes still closed.
âBoy oh boy, that couch looks comfy. I think Iâll have a seat riiiiight here.â Your eyes fly open, hand covering your mouth as you cackle at the feeling of him sitting on your shins.
âJoel! No, câmon! If youâre gonna sit on me, at least sit on my thighs. Iâm so delicate.â Joel rolls his eyes, smiles as he scoots up.
âYouâre right, this cushion is way more comfortable. I think I could fall asleep here, matterfact I just might.â
You reach for him, pinching his side playfully. He does sit on your thighs for a few minutes, arms stretched across the back of the couch, head tilted back and eyes closed. The muscles in your legs finally begin to feel like TV static, and despite the fact that youâve sobered up considerably itâs still not a particularly pleasant sensation.
âOh shit, baby my legs are falling asleep. Bitâs over, I gotta move âem.â Joel looks down at you, mouth open in mock-offense.
âIs my wife calling me fat? On our one-year wedding anniversary, of all days? How dare you, I cannot believe this.â
Still, he does get up; long enough to lay his entire body on top of yours. He nuzzles into your neck, his beard scratching your skin softly. He sighs deeply, squeezes you in a hug as you rest your hand on his back. And then he raspberries you.
You squeal, laughing wildly as he begins laying a barrage of kisses to your neck and face. You laugh so hard you start struggling to pull in a full breath, and Joel jumps up quickly to get your inhaler out of your purse. Youâre still laughing, now coughing and wheezing at the absurdity of the situation. He shakes the little plastic container thoroughly before uncapping it and handing it to you, tugging you upright before you press the canister and inhale.
He rubs your back as you hold your breath, exhaling slowly with you. He presses a kiss to your temple, taking the inhaler back and replacing it in your purse. As he sits back down he pulls you into his lap, cradling you against himself.
âIâm sorry sweetie, I got a little carried away. You feel okay?â
âYeah, Iâm good. It wasnât full-blown, I was just getting too wound up. Thank you for getting it, though.â
âOf course. Donât want my wife taking a trip to the emergency room, especially not on our special day. Here, lemmeââ
He shifts so heâs laying on his back, holding you on his chest as always. He continues rubbing your back, occasionally kissing the top of your head.
âHey, husband?â
âYes, wife?â
âThat joke you made about me calling you fat, it wouldnât matter to me at all if you actually were.â
âI know, sweetie.â
You rub Joelâs shoulder gently with your thumb, feeling yourself growing tired from the steady rhythm and pressure of his hand on your back.
âYou can go to sleep, weâll be okay out here tonight.â You hum.
waitress x non-canon, chubby nwJoel
ty @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for the prompt đ and @beefrobeefcal for the gif & making the world go round
Working at Golden Corral, youâve noticed the regulars and sometimes made polite conversation. Thereâs a guy, Joel, whoâs not bad looking. Heâs always worn PJs and smelled like weed, which made him less intimidating, despite his impressive physique and panty-dropping scruff. Heâs been coming in with his brother every Sunday for a long time, and until recently, Joel was always in great shape â apparently a huge gym rat. A couple months ago, he had to have knee surgery, which really sidelined his work-outs. Shortly after that, you began to notice him gaining weight. He didn't adjust his portions at all to account for his lack of burning calories. Weight gain wasnât uncommon to see at your restaurant, but youâd never seen someone round out so quickly.Â
One night, Joel was going back for thirds. He was standing at the buffet line with his t-shirt stretched across his belly, and the garlic bread pan was empty. He looked disappointed, so you offered, âI can grab more.â
âHell yeah,â he replied. "Attagirl." Your face got all hot.
âIâll bring them to your table,â you offered.Â
You had to deal with something on your way to the kitchen, and it took you twenty minutes to return with the bread. You began to approach his booth, then noticed he was sitting back with his PJ waistband below his belly. His happy trail was exposed, and he had his hand under his t-shirt, further stretching the fabric as he rubbed his belly. You thought you should turn around and give him some privacy, but it was too late, he must have felt you staring. His eyes lit up at the sight of you with a plate stacked high with garlic bread. With some effort, he managed to sit up straight and fixed his shirt, but not in an embarrassed way at all. You approached and apologized, âSorry I didnât get them out in time.âÂ
âWhat are you sorry for? Iâm still right here, sugar.âÂ
His brother laughed at him. âYou serious, man?âÂ
âWhy not,â Joel replied. You retreated to your duties, wiping tables down, but you occasionally glanced over as he packed in every piece of that bread. By the time the plate was empty, he was holding his belly with two hands. When it was time to leave, he was slow to get out of the booth and held onto the table for leverage. He kept one hand on his belly as he waddled. They said goodnight to you on their way to pay, but you could still hear them in line as you cleaned the buffet pans.Â
âIâm tellinâ ya, man,â his brother said. âPut on some real fuckinâ clothes, and youâll see.âÂ
âThese are real clothes, Tommy,â Joel scoffed.Â
âYou know what I mean,â Tommy said. âYou gotta slow down, man. It ainât healthy. A few more pounds and you may never get back to the gym.âÂ
Joel dismissed him with a, âNah. Iâll be liftinâ heavy again in no time.âÂ
âI bet ya couldnât fit into my clothes now if ya tried,â his brother taunted.
âSure I can, man. Youâre the one with that big, barrel chest.âÂ
You think you can fit into my clothes? Letâs put money on it. Weâll go trade right now and wearâem home.â The prospect of this made your chest flutter and you tingled between the legs.Â
Joel replied, âI donât need money, man. but when they do fit, you gotta smoke a bowl with me.âÂ
âDeal,âÂ
They went to the bathroom, and you tried not to stare as they came out. This plaid snap-button shirt was just absurd on Joel. As they walked by, you heard Tommy laugh, âYou could just admit they donât fit.â Every button was hanging on for dear life. The bottom two didnât even button. The jeans were unbuttoned, too. And, most striking of all, Joel was clearly sucking it in, and it looked like he was struggling. You tried to stop staring but couldnât. The display of sheer indulgence was making you throb.Â
Eventually, Joel had to breathe, and when he exhaled, his belly expanded so far that every last button popped open, and Joel moaned in relief.Â
âTold ya, man,â Tommy laughed next to him. âLook at this gut.â He jiggled Joelâs belly. âIâll help ya get back in shape, brother.âÂ
Joel groaned and held his pot belly with both hands as Tommy paid. Joel looked down and lifted it up, let it drop, and winced. Tommy had to stop at the door and wait for Joel to catch up. You kinda hoped Joel wouldnât get in shape right away. But he was always hot.
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practically written by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog with a BIG thot. đ. ILY BEEFRO!!! Ty for the gif! đ
a Joel Miller & his Darlin' One Shot: A Trouble Shared is a Trouble Halved
Summary: You and Joel navigate settling down in Jackson as a couple with its ups and downs. (Post Outbreak)
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader | Rating:Â Explicit 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 3,900
Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, fingering (f receiving), talk of eating, weight gain, oral (f receiving), angst, established relationship growing pains, argument
Author's Notes: Am I back? Maybe baby! I'm delighted to finally do what was asked of me in a poll and I thank you all for your love and patience.
Thanks be to @neverwheremoonchild, @strang3lov3, and @notjustjavierpena for their eyes, thots, and brains. And thank you to @noxturnalpascal for the THOT that gave life to this fic so very long ago.
âEatinâ like it's your last day on earth, Miller...â, you teased with a wry smile as you walked past him in the dining hall.
âShut it...â, he grumbled, a bit of pink flushing his cheeks. He took another bite of gravy-flooded mashed potatoes.
âWhat helpingâs this? Third? Fourth?â
Joel looked at you, exasperated. âThe fuck? Can't a man enjoy his girlâs cookinâ without the third degree?â
You smiled at him, loving how much of a rise you were getting. It had been a few months since you and Joel had your first encounter, and while nothing was made official, more often than not, youâd find yourself entwined with Joel in your bed at night. His heavy, full stomach pressed against your back as you both slept peacefully. While you enjoyed your time together, you were beginning to feel something was lacking, hence your teasing.
The cold glare he gave immediately dampened the playful banter between you. You felt a twist in your mood and sour heat in your stomach.
He shook his turkey leg at you, giving you a scolding look, and warned, âYou better knock that shit off, Darlinâ... or so help me, Iâm not gonna - .â
âNot gonna what?â, you asked, getting closer, and you voice dropped down to a cool whisper only he could hear. âNot gonna fuck me? Pretty sure havenât been doing that lately anyway, so whatâd be the difference, huh?â
He sat back with wide eyes and his mouth open in shock, and his full belly sat rounded out on his lap. You stood up, brow raised, and arms crossed.
âThe fuckâs that supposed to mean?!â
Joel was affectionate, but usually too tired, full or both to do anything but let you ride him. And not to say you didn't enjoy it, but it was starting to feel a bit one sided. He hadnât done anything beyond finger you a bit to get you ready and then sweet talk you into being on top again. Heâd apologize and praise you, but you wanted more. Especially now that there was more to him.
His eating habits had really started to impact his physique; his jawline was softer, his arms and thighs were thicker, but his stomach was truly the star of the show. Heâd made do with the clothes he had for as long as he could, but at the rate he was eating and the limited physical activity heâd been doing, he had to trade labor and time for new shirts and pants that would fit him. And on nights when he ate like this, you swore you could hear the seams praying to their polyester gods for mercy.
âYou know exactly what I mean.â
âCoulda fooled me!â, he snapped, louder than he meant. âSeems to do the trick and make you whine and mewl like a beaten dog almost every night!â
You felt your face get hot as a few heads in the dining hall turned towards you. He sighed and his eyes softened as he saw your face fall a bit. But you held firm, pulling your mouth into a scowl.
âNot every night, nowhere near it. And Iâm the one doing the work. Iâm the one fuckinâ you!â, you hissed.
Before giving him a chance to say anything else, you quickly turned and went back into the kitchen.
*****
After storming out of the dining hall, youâd spent the rest of your shift cleaning the entire kitchen, probably to a degree it hadnât been since its installation. Youâd scrubbed and polished every surface with enough fury in your eyes that no one dared step in. It wasnât until you heard the jukebox turn off and see the lights in the dining hall dim that you realized youâd been at this for a few hours.
As you leaned back against the counter, head down and thinking over how your and Joelâs interaction had escalated like that, you heard a small voice say your name. You looked up and saw Sally, one of the other kitchen attendants.
âSorry - donât mean to interrupt, but Iâm tryinâ to close up and Joel wonât leave. Says heâs not leavinâ withoutâcha.â
You scoffed out a âfor fuckâs sakeâ then walked to the swinging doors, only to see Joel, still seated where he was before, leaning back in his chair and picking his teeth with a toothpick. His eyes met yours, and you knew just from the look he was giving, he had a lot more to say.
âJoel, go home. Need to close up and canât if youâre here.â
He looked behind you at Sally and gave her a small wave. âIâll help her close up, Sally. You run on home. We got this.â
âJoel!â, you hissed.
âGo on now, Sally.â
His tone left little room for Sally to argue, and she muttered a âgood nightâ as she passed by you then Joel as head made her way out the door. Â You sighed, clenching your jaw, feeling the frustration and anger that youâd just weeded down in your cleaning frenzy begin to rise again. Joel watched Sally leave, then turned back to you, smug look on his face, made all the smugger as he noted your irritation.
âDarlinâ, cut that shit out and comeâere.â, he crooned with a small grin, hilding his hand out to you.
You glared at him, not moving from your position.
He kept his hand out and raised his eyebrows and let out a huff. âDonât make this old man beg, babyâŠâ
âI think this old man has a lot more ground to cover than just begginâ.â, you responded cooly, crossing your arms across your chest. Before Joel could answer, you turned and went back to the kitchen to finish your duties.
You figured there was a 50 / 50 chance of Joel following you in, so as the door swung open and his heavy footsteps lumbered towards you, you knew he was at least picking up slightly on the passive aggressive breadcrumbs youâd dropped. You kept your back to him, drying cutlery and putting them into their respective bins.
âDarlinââŠâ
Joelâs voice was set low in a growl, leaving you unable to tell whether he was angry or aroused. You jumped as his hand grazed your lower back and settled on your waist, giving you a small squeeze.
âYou wanâme to beg?â, he huskily growled into the back of your neck as he pressed a kiss to your skin.
âI gotta finish closinâ up, Joel.â, you stated, keeping your voice as even and unaffected as you could muster.
Joel let out a frustrated sigh-turned-grunt and let you go, stepping back. He leaned back against the wooden shelf behind him, the wood creaking in objection to his weight.
âFuck, youâre being-â, he started, before letting out a huff. âWhat has gotten into you?â
Turning around, you were met with something you didnât anticipate â a dark, sullen, glaring Joel, eyes burning into you.
âJoel-â, you groaned, before he cut you off.
âDonât fuckinâ Joel me.â, he snapped. âYou got a lot of fuckinâ nerve. You know what you said in front of the people eatinâ their food out there? You said I wasnât fuckinâ you right. And then, I sit here like a goddamned fool, waitinâ for you to finish so we can talk, and you turn your back on me.â
âJoel, I need t-â
âShut up! I ainât done talkinâ!â
You close your mouth and swallow hard. While youâd seen him get mad before, Joel had never directed it towards you before, and lord almighty, it sucked.
âYou think Iâm a fuckinâ mind reader? Think Iâm gonna know youâre not happy?â, he asked, sounding loud and desperate, as he stood up and stalked towards you.
As he looked down at you, realization of how much bigger he was, in height and weight, came over you.
âI have said someth-â, you tried to argue, but his large hand grabbing yours and tugging you against him stopped you.
âDonât interrupt me!â, he barked. âYou aint said shit! And now you â fuck! No. You know what? Ainât worth it!â
His eyes glowered down into yours and you in turn felt your eyes begin to sting with tears at the loss of contact. This was the most emotionally charged youâd seen Joel, and you wanted that same energy and passion when he fucked you, not use it to berate you for needing him to give you the same time and attention he showered on the food you cooked for the whole community. You could feel your face getting hot from the anger that was boiling in you over how overlooked you felt, even if it wasnât entirely true. You were in a heated, frenzied spiral and reason and rationale had abandoned you.
Before you could snap back and tell him how worth it you actually were, Joelâs eyes softened; he let out a deep breath and let go of your arm and stepped back.
âIâll⊠Iâll see you at home.â, Joel muttered before he turned and walked out of the kitchen.
You stood silently and watched him leave, feeling your heart break and immolate in your rib cage and hot tears fall down your face. It hit you hard just how hurt you both were.
*****
The house was dark when you walked in the front door. Joel had left no lights on, and you knew Ellie would be at Dinaâs house for the night. The only hint you had to deduce that Joel was in fact home was the dim light you saw through his bedroom window as you approached the house. You hung your coat and tucked your boots on the shelf before quietly ascending the stairs to go to your room.
As you tiptoed in the hallways, you passed Joelâs bedroom door and heard him moving around his room. You could see his shadow from the light slipping under his doorway and felt your stomach curdle and sour, your mind jumping to rash conclusions about what he could be doing in there.
Was he packing to move out and get away from you?
Was he trying to clean up to remove your smell?
Was he collecting your things that youâd left in his room so he could hand them to you and tell you to get out?
As the thoughts rippled through your brain, you knew Joel was more methodical than that. He wouldnât just leave or make you leave like that⊠would he?
You stepped forward, forgetting about that floorboard. The creak that sang out made both you and Joelâs shadow stop. You kept still for a moment, but the shadow didnât move either. You were suddenly thrust back into your childhood; the times you were trying to sneak down into the kitchen to grab a snack or watch a blue movie on cable television without your parents catching you.
That fucking floorboard.
The shadow moved slightly, signaling Joel was getting closer to the door, and you moved quickly to your room, no longer caring how much noise you made. As you reached to grab your door handle, you heard Joelâs door pull open.
âDarlinâ?â
Your hand clasped the knob, and you closed your eyes, hearing his voice.
âYeah, Joel?â
You were surprised how soft and calm your voice sounded; it was a stark contrast to the overwhelming, post-anger, anxiety-ridden mess that was your mind.
âTurn around and look at me, Baby.â
âMâtired, Joel⊠Just gonna go to bed and â â
âI said turn around.â
It wasnât a request. His tone was gentle, but you could feel it in your bones that this was a command - a soft one, but a command none the less. Your skin prickled in a wave of goosebumps, up your body, culminating at the base of your neck.
Joel must have been able to see the effect he had on you, because the voice he used to speak almost melted the flesh from your bones.
âDarlinâ, youâre gonna turn around and look at me. Now.â
You turned around and looked at him. His broad and hefty silhouette stood ominously in his doorway, backlit by the soft glow from his bedroom.
âYou cominâ to bed?â, Joel said quietly, but there was an edge to his tone that made your skin once again pebble.
You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head at his question, then shook your head subtly.
âNo, Joel. I figured weâd take the night an-â
âAnd what?â, he snapped, stepping out into the hallway and towards you.
When you didnât answer, he took another few steps and growled in a lower tone, âAnd what?!â
Your eyes went wide as he got closer, and your fight or flight kicked in. Taking a step back, you hit your bedroom door, and stumbled through your words. âI⊠I-I thought⊠I figured that youâd wanna-â
âThat Iâd wanna what?â, he snarled, stepping close and his full belly pressed you further into your door.
Joelâs hand came up and he grabbed your chin, forcing your face square to his. âAnd why dâyou think that?â
âBecause⊠because we fought-â
âAnd you think that gives you the right to not sleep in my bed?â
You were stunned; you had no answer for him, and you also hadnât ever been this turned on by him with out him already being knuckle deep in your pussy. You swallowed hard and stared back at him. This was a feeling you couldnât place; it felt like you were slipping under a spell that Joel was casting.
The only response you could finally give was a headshake, and Joel returned it with a curt nod and slight grin.
âGood girl.â, he purred and released your chin.
You followed Joel back into his room, and stood awkwardly as he closed the door. Youâd been in his room countless times, and youâd never felt this out of place. You jumped when he put his hands on your hips from behind and pulled you back, the curve of your spine being the perfect angle for his heavy belly to fit against.
âYou feel like Iâm not takinâ care of you, Darlinâ?â, he huskily mewled into your ear before nipping it.
âJoel, Iâm sor-â
âStop.â, he said, abruptly stopping you from finishing your apology.
âWeâre past that, Darlinâ. Both said things we needed to say, even if we saidâem not so nicely.â
You could hear the small smile in his voice and couldnât help the one that tugged at your mouth slightly. A whisper soft sound came out of you with a sigh.Â
But then his tone dipped down, and as he rasped into your ear; one of his hands on your hip slipped to your front as he cupped your denim clad mound.
âYou got my attention, baby. You feelinâ needy?â
Your mouth opened, and our flew a feather-light choked whimper. He gripped you roughly and pulled you snug against him, enough so that you could feel his thick and hard cock press against your ass.
âThat why you had an attitude with me today? Needed me to fuck you? Fix that ache in your needy pussy?â
You breathed his name out as your brows furrowed and your eyes clenches closed. âJoelâŠâ Your hand snapped on top of his over your crotch, forcing him to apply more pressure and squeeze.
âNeed me to remind you that youâre mine?â, he growled before biting the crux of your neck and shoulder.
You nodded, breathing rapidly, then you let out a squeal as he shook your hand off his, then turned and shoved you against the wall. He got close and his hands made quick work in opening and shoving down your jeans. His eyes snapped up to yours and his hand dove between your legs.
âFuck, babyâŠâ, he sighed, eyes rolling back as he felt how wet you were. âMy poor girlâs floodinâ the basement and itâsâall my fault.â
You grabbed his wrist, stabilizing yourself, and let whining pants out with each breath as his middle finger began to dip in an out of your hole. The tip of his thumb gently circled youâre aching clit.
âYeah⊠I know I been neglectinâ you, baby girl⊠but not âcause of nothinâ you did⊠no, baby⊠youâre just keepinâ me too well fed and Iâm fit to be tied by the time we get home⊠if I could fuck you the way you deserve every nightâŠâ
âOh fuck⊠Joel, I need y ââ
âBut you always lettinâ me get away with being lazy anâwatchinâ your perfect tits bounce while you fuck this fat old manâŠâ, he rasped, his lids heavy as he watched your face contort in need. âJesus, Darlinâ, you got eâry right to be cross with meâŠâ
As much as you loved his voice, you needed more. Fisting his shirt, you pulled his face to yours and sucked him into a desperate and messy kiss, teeth and tongues colliding, and it was sharp and splitting. You didnât need gentle â you needed him.
He finally pulled back, breathing heavily, same as you, and a grin tugged at his parted lips.
âOh, DarlinââŠâ, he cooed, finger and thumb still working your cunt in tandem. He leaned in, ghosting his mouth over yours and asked in a voice so soft, you could have cried. âI need you to know how bad you got me, baby⊠tell me what I can do to prove it.â
Emboldened by his lust-blown eyes with heavy lids looking at you desperately, you put your hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle push down. A smile pulled at one side of his mouth, instantly understanding your silent request. He stepped back and groaned as he lowered himself down, joints cracking as he got on one knee, and he looked up as he pulled your jeans down further then helped you step out, one leg at a time. As he de-robed your second leg, he lifted it over his shoulder, and he scooted forward, and your eyes stayed trained on him, catching every detail, every twitch of his face as he breathed huskily and inhaled your scent. You watched his eyes flutter and roll back, like you were a buffet of fine cuisine, and he was a starved man. He pressed his nose in your crux and nudged in further, panting and swearing under his breath as he let your aroma and essence envelope him.
He took his time, as if he was making sure to catch every flavour, every note of your taste and smell, almost punishing himself for allowing you to feel unappreciated. His hands reached behind and pulled your hips forward into his face and you whimpered out a gasp as your shoulders planted against the wall behind you being the only thing keeping you upright.
âJoelâŠâ, you breathed out, swallowing, trying to alleviate the dry mouth your open mouth breathing had caused. âJoel, pleaseâŠâ
He groaned into your warmth and opened his mouth, finally letting himself have a taste. His tongue licked out between your folds, starting slowly, but began to increase in intensity as he realized this was his favourite thing to savour. He grunted and panted as he lapped at you, his grip that held you so firmly to his face hurting you in the absolute best way possible.
Your fingers pulled his hair, aiding in keeping your core tightly affixed to his gaping maw, and you rocked your hip, mewling and crying out, begging him for more. Joel was in no position to deny you want you needed, not only because of the iron-clad connection currently created by both of your individual efforts, but he was eating his favourite thing. Heâd denied you both for so long, he would happily suffocate between your thighs before ever taking a proper breath again if it paid the price of his sin. The noises he made as he ate and licked and devoured you sounded obscene - he sounded like a starved and feral dog, gnawing at a cut of meat tossed to him out of pity. Youâre sure that if you saw his eyes, theyâd be a black abyss like a sharkâs as it bit down on its next meal.
The sounds he was ripping and peeling out of you were music to his ears, championing him further, pushing him harder to make you give him more of those delicious noises. He was rocking his hips in time with his mouth and tongue, letting his throbbing cock rut against the inside of his jeanâs rough zipper. Between that, your taste and your fingers pulling his scalp taught with hair, he was in pure ecstasy.
He brought his hand attached to the shoulder your leg was propped up on and pushed two thick fingers into your core and began to pump them in and out - again, in time with his own hipsâ rhythm. The white-hot burning coil that Joel had been slowly winding with his mouth finally sprung loose and snapped. You arched your back, silently screaming out as your body went rigid, and vaguely heard Joel growl. He continued to suck hard on your twitching and swollen clit and punched his fingers up into you as your rode out your orgasm. You heard liquid hitting the wood floor before you heard Joel let out a series of high-pitched groans.
His fingers slowed and his mouth was panting hot, quick breaths on your aching core. You looked down at him, chest heaving, to see him shakily pull his fingers from you and shove them in his mouth. Joel was a beautiful and carnal sight: breathing hard in grunts as he sucked his fingers clean. The act looked primitive, like heâd accessed his baser instincts, and he was satisfying a basic human need, a millennia in the making.
âJoel.â, you croaked, and he looked up at you with blurred eyes that slowly began to focus. He slowly pulled himself up, heaving his heavy belly. You helped him come back to his fully height and he leaned into you, pressing his forehead to yours. You could smell yourself on him as he kissed you softly before resuming your connection through foreheads.
âThat wasâŠâ
âYeah⊠fuck yeah⊠taste so good.â
âI wanna return the fav-â
Your hand cupped what you thought would be his hard cock, but stopped when you felt him softening and his jeans were warm and damp. You pulled your head back and looked at him, prompting a huffed laugh from Joel, pink flushing up his neck to his cheeks.
âYouâre my favourite meal, Darlinâ. You got me hooked.â
âYeah?â
âYeah, baby.â
He pulled you away from the wall and onto the bed. He laid back and groaned as his spine relaxed. His full belly domed above him, moving gently up and down with each breath and you sat up, giving it a rub.
âYou ate well tonightâŠâ, you cooed, unbuckling his belt and opening his jean to access the mess he made.
He chuckled, supporting his head on an arm as he watched you with a grin. âCouldnât help it⊠you serve food too good to not destroy myself on it, Darlinâ.â
You shot him a look as you peeled back his damp and sticky underwear.
âLike I said, DarlinââŠÂ you serve up a good meal.â
beef's glossary: The term "blue movie" is an old-fashioned slang term used to describe pornographic films, usually of the low budget variety.
Chubby!Joel loving you cooking for a whole family for Thanksgiving, but it's just you two. And it almost always ends with him smearing mashed potatoes, gravy and cranberries over your naked titties and stomach and eating it off you while you giggle drunkenly and make out messily.
a Joel Miller & his Darlin' drabble: Just Wanted To Hear Your Voice
Summary: You go for a night out and your minds wanders back to the man you share a home with. (Post Outbreak)
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader | Rating:Â 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 1,245
Content Warning: allusions to smut, swearing, Joel & Darlin' being cuddle bugs
Author's Notes: this whole thing is courtesy of @iamasaddie & their prompt challenge. Thank you to @noxturnalpascal for being so sensible in their support and betaing this for me.
The need to socialize was something youâd not anticipated to ever feel again. After everything ended, normalcy became fight or flight and socializing for fun was a thing of the past. That is, until you and Joel had settled in Jackson. Being that you now no longer had to wonder where your next meal was coming from or had to keep looking over your shoulder for another threat, things that hadnât held weight in years were starting to make their way back into your life.
âIâm goinâ out tonight.â, you said nonchalantly as you buttoned up your flannel shirt.
Looking up at your reflection, you caught Joel giving you a small smirk as he hoisted himself up from the bed.
He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush with his big middle.
âGoinâ out? With who?â, he said in a hushed tone, pressing kisses to your neck.
âMaria, Dajana, Lisbeth⊠the usual suspects.â
 âAh, âs a girls night out.â
âYeah. âS why youâre not invited.â
Joel chuckled and playfully gave your ass a spank.
*****
When youâd gotten home from working in the kitchen, youâd quickly cleaned up and changed, nervously anticipating something that youâd long since given up on ever doing again. You ran down the stairs just as Joel walked in the door and saw you in a dress.
He let out a long, low whistle. âYou sure youâre goinâ out, Darlinâ?â
You smiled at him, did a spin to show off your outfit, and Joel licked his lips. He nodded his head at you, and crooned, âGet over here. Need a closer look.â
The clock on the wall read that you were already in danger of being late, so you shook your finger at him with a smile as you tried to pass him to get to the door. Despite his added weight, he was still quick enough to catch you.
âYou behave tonight. And have fun.â, he said against your mouth between kisses.
âCanât do both at the same time, Joel.â, you teased. Giving him one last kiss, you squirmed out of his grip and scampered out the door.
*****
Youâd lost count of how many rounds your table had ordered at the Tipsy Bison, and you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Feeling the alcohol dampen your senses in a euphoric way, you found yourself lost in thought over how the luxury of letting loose was now something you had.
The conversation at the table moved easily through different topics, starting tame with things like the weather and town events and then slipped into gossip, giggled between sips of beer and bouts of laughter. The subject of sex came up and you sat back with a wide grin as the women went back and forth over just about anything and everything that could potentially fall under the umbrella of sex. One had a complaint about their partner that they expressed in a hilarious anecdote, another regaled the table with a story about almost getting caught by her in-laws giving a blow job. Tears were in your eyes from laugher, and when it was your turn to speak, you paused, keenly aware that Joelâs sister-in-law was sitting at the table. Instead of sharing how Joel pulled you apart with almost surgical precision before he fucked you into oblivion, you settled for one of your favourite things about him.
âI love his voice. The way he talks.â, you smile, looking at your half full glass of beer with a small smile.
âJoel is not what I would a talkative man. You sure weâre talking about the same guy?â, Lisbeth teased.
âThe man knows exactly what to say.â, you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up. Realizing that everyone at the table assumed you were referring exclusively to Joelâs dirty talk, you saved yourself the embarrassment of getting sentimental and stated, âHe saves his daily word count for nocturnal activities.â
The knowing looks and nods around the table followed by agreement and similar sentiments allowed your mind to wander to Joel. Sure, his bedroom talk was just something else, but his voice - now that was what you loved. The non-verbal sounds he made: the grunts, the huffs, the chuckles, the sighs, the moans, the breaths, the whines, the whimpers, the growls, the humsâŠ
Youâd learned that Joel was more than the words he said long before you realized you loved him. Just the slight pitch change in a groan was enough to tell you it was safe to push or to retreat. Being allowed to get close enough to learn this about him was not just a point of pride, it was something you cherished. Â In turn, Joel could read you well enough to know if he could move forward or let you take the lead.
You were shaken from your thoughts by Dajana nudging you with a laugh.
âDaydreaming about that dick, huh?â
You laughed and agreed, not yet ready to delve into the depths of how bad you had it for Joel. âSpeakinâ of â Iâm gonna head out.â
The women all half-heartedly tried to get you to stay as they one by one all decided to head home. You bid them good night and paid your tab on the way out the door.
*****
âYouâre home early, baby. Everything okay?â, Joel asked softly with brows furrowed as you walked in. He was sitting in the armchair in front of fire with a small knife and a little wooden giraffe he was carving in his hands.
You said nothing, keeping eye contact as you took off your jacket and walked towards him. He watched you, seeing the telltale haze of beer in your eyes and held his hand out for you. You took it and crawled onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his head against your chest. He wrapped his arms around your middle and held you close, letting out a content hum and your heart swelled. The rhythm of his breaths was even and soothing.
You held each other for an indeterminate period of time, each relishing in the otherâs comfort and yet existing as one. The pleasant cocoon was paused as Joel moved his head and nudged his nose against your chin, silently asking for you to look at him.
When you did, he gave a soft smile that traveled to his eyes and his brought his hand to your cheek. âYou okay?â
âKeep talkingâŠâ, you hummed in response.
Joel huffed a laugh and eyed you, âDarlinâ⊠youâre home early anâawfully cuddly.â
You smiled and a soft giggle hovered in your throat as you closed your eyes.
âCome on, baby. Talk to me. Somethinâ happen or one of th â â
âI just wanted to hear your voice.â
Joel pulled back and looked up at you, confusion written on his face. His brows raised and the confusion melted into amusement.
âDarlinâ, youâre drunk.â
You let a laugh out, echoing through the house like chimes. âMaybe, but I know I love you.â
As soon as the words left your mouth, you froze. You and Joel had never said it to one another. You felt Joel pull you into him again, coaxing your tense body to relax. The small sound he made in response, the pitch and tone and the timber, the way you felt the sound vibrate from him through to you more than you heard it⊠it was all you needed to know he loved you, too.
a Joel Miller & his Darlin' One Shot:
The Way into a Man's Heart
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader
Summary: You've been traveling companions and now that you're in Jackson, Joel's getting comfortable. (Post Outbreak)
Rating:Â Explicit 18+ (MDNI)
Word Count: 3,650
Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, fingering (f receiving), p in the v - unwrapped (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), talk of eating, belly praise, self esteem, weight gain, flannel shirt button popping
Author's Notes: FINALLY! The long awaited addition to the Menu is here! I wrote the majority of this listening to Hozier's new album so please forgive my non-fluffy heart if there are traces of fluff. Thank you to the Nonnie who submitted the illuminating THOT!
Major thanks to @harryleatherfit for their support, and to all those on the TAGLIST - this one's for you, babes đ
The THOT TANK is always open, Friendos
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They found you in an abandoned apartment building somewhere in the Midwest, and after being cooped up together â surviving â for few days, it was settled that the duo had become a trio. Joel came across as a gruff and emotionless man and while he made you feel supremely unwelcome at first, he grew to at least give you the impression that he tolerated you for Ellie. For the next several months, it was just the three of you, trekking through the ruins of America.
The three of you finally found Joelâs brother and were tentatively welcomed into Jackson. It had taken some time for you, Joel, and Ellie to find your bearings after youâd arrived being that, for the first time in a while, you were expected to act in a civil manner towards others in proximity instead of defending yourselves and fighting for resources.
You and Joel were not a couple. He had never shown any interest towards you beyond your uncanny fishing ability, while you tried to not think of him as anything more than muscle and reinforcement in your travelling party. You were attracted to him, and you did your damnedest to squash any and all thoughts of him being more than a survival companion. This was made worse for you as Ellie would not even discuss the idea of you not being under the same roof in Jackson as she and Joel. Maria and Tommy had set the three of you up in a 3-bedroom home across from them, and you did your best to find a homey-rhythm as a trio.
While you and Ellie had taken to this new life with a relative ease, Joel was almost fighting it. Ellie let her curiosity run wild and you tried to find a social group, but Joel fought back. He didnât engage with anyone that werenât a select few outside of sideways glares and grunts in responses to hellos. He declined to get new clothing and outright refused to sleep in a bed until Ellie threatened to spill his deep, dark secrets to you that she had learned through his sleep talking. Even with food, now that there wasnât a food scarcity or a worry about the next meal, he still refused to stray from his food rationing way of eating. He didnât go to the mess hall to eat, opting instead for keeping to himself in the house, picking away at whatever was on hand in the pantry.
That was, until you had been assigned kitchen duty due to your skills from working as a teenage line cook in a diner, pre-apocalypse. Youâd brought some food home from the mess hall one evening, and Joel picked at it, grumbling that it was decent and wouldnât be opposed to you bringing home more.
So, you did. And he began to actually sit at the table and eat, but he didnât come to the mess hall until the following week when youâd told him you were making a beef brisket buffet on the Friday night. While heâd shown more enthusiasm than you had ever seen before (he raised his eyebrows), you were very surprised that night when the hall went quiet as he entered with Ellie at his side.
Your supervisor was so shocked that he showed up, he suggested you sit with him since more than likely no one else would. Ellie took off immediately to sit with kids her own age from school, and that had led you to sitting at a small table in the corner with Joel, watching him eat. And good god, did he eat.
His first serving disappeared before you could even begin yours, and he was back with his second helping with an actual â albeit small â grin on his face.
âI have never seen you look so⊠happyâŠâ, you mused with a smile at him.
âNever had reason to be⊠but this is good⊠havenât had food like this in⊠fuck⊠years.â, he grunted while shovelling food in his mouth.
He looked up at you and gave you a brief smile as he chewed before going back to eating and your heart skipped a beat. That was the kindest he had ever been to you, and you felt those walls youâd built up around those thoughts and feelings you had for him shake.
Youâd finished your food and stood up to return your dirty dishes, but as you went to walk away, he called your name.
âHey Darlinâ⊠uh, mind getting me another helping?â, he asked with a full mouth.
You nodded with a dumb grin at the new nickname, dumped off your dishes, and returned with another plate for Joel.
****
Three months later, the food he was allowing himself was starting to make an impact on his waistline. Never shying from second or third helpings, whether in the mess hall or at home, his tummy was more pronounced whether it was full or not.
You did your best to keep yourself in check, to not let yourself daydream about how that belly might feel under your fingers, or let your mind get carried away listening to the noises he made as he soothed his bloated middle. He would occasionally offer you little grins or a head nod, something he only recently began since being in Jackson, and you assumed he was being polite now that death wasnât around every corner; this was just his true nature coming out. You figured your time living under one roof was coming to an end, given that you, he and Ellie were safe, and you didnât need to keep such close quarters while you built your lives back up.
Ellie was spending more time with other kids and less at the house, while Joel continued to patrol and work in the carpentry shop, and you worked away in the community kitchen. When you and Joel were home alone, he kept a respectful distance from you. If there were moments your bodies could touch, like when you did dishes after dinner or he needed help carrying firewood in the house, he generally made a point of not getting too close and stepping back from you and looking away. You took the hint and figured the conversation of your moving into a place of your own was on its way.
*****
One Saturday evening, Joel had really outdone himself on the pork carnitas in the mess hall. You noticed he shifted in discomfort and discreetly had his hand on his lap. It took you a moment, but you finally realized he was unbuckling his belt and opened his pants. You averted your eyes to not embarrass him, but not before you saw that his belly was pushing out on to his lap. Joel Miller was having his fill, damned be his pants.
After he announced he was done, his green flannel shirt was pulled so tight across his middle that you swore you could hear the seams creaking and there were spaces between each of his buttons, exposing his undershirt.
The walk back to your house was relatively quiet, save for Joelâs grunting and huffing every other step from the strain of his full belly.
âFuck me⊠I made a real hog outta mâself tonightâŠâ, he groaned as you walked next to him. âSorry you gotta see me like this, Darlinâ.â
You could hear the embarrassment in his voice, and you felt bad for him. His belly, while full and bloated and bigger than youâd ever seen on him, was still smaller compared to some of the other Jackson menâs stomachs, but you knew if he kept this up, heâd be matching them in no time.
âOh Joel⊠knock it off⊠I take it as a compliment. You actually smiled tonight⊠nothing to be sorry for.â, you responded in a matter-of-fact voice. âYou enjoyed yourself.â
He scoffed, as you reached your porch, and opened the door. You helped him into the house, then closed the front door, both of you kicking off your boots.
âGood god⊠when the hell dâwe get all these damn stairs?â, he groaned as he got to the bottom of the stairwell leading to the bedrooms on the second floor.
âCome sit on the couch⊠youâre not making it up the stairs anytime soon, Joel.â
You patted the back of the couch, then headed to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. âYou want anything else?â, you called to him.
You heard him bark a laugh. âDâyou see me right now? You think I could get anymore inâere?â
You heard him sit heavily on the couch followed by him grunting âDammit!â.
Walking in, you saw Joel sitting back, knees apart, and his favourite shirt unbuttoned to his chest, his undershirt riding up and exposing a strip of his belly and showed his pants were pushed open by his stuffed middle.
âWhat happened?â, you asked, walking back in with a glass of water for you both.
âDamn fuckinâ⊠JesusâŠâ, he muttered, his cheeks blushing in deep scarlet. He noted you were still looking at him for answer. âMy fuckinâ buttons popped. Wrecked my favourite shirt.â
You couldnât help but smile. Joel, the hardened, battle-scarred killer who shot first and asked questions later, was blushing.
âItâs a good look on you.â, you teased as you sat in the chair next to the couch, leaning back and feeling emboldened by his vulnerability.
âWhat is?â, he sheepishly looked up at you.
âA big dinner.â, you smirked as you took a drink of you water, eyes on his.
He stared at you a moment then down to his round stomach, and he huffed a laugh and smiled to himself. You sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before he spoke.
âDidnât know you could cook like that, Darlinâ. Probably a good thing I didnât know till we got here, too⊠couldnât outrun shit with this full gutâŠâ, he said, eyes still cast down and hand on his belly.
âThank you.â It was your turn to blush, and before you could stop yourself, you said quietly, âDidnât know youâd look so good like that.â
Realization hit both you and Joel about what youâd said, and you wanted to crawl in a hole as you saw his eyes go wide.
âJoel⊠oh my god⊠I am soâŠâ, you started, covering your face and you didnât see the grin that grew across Joelâs face and the look in his eyes as he watched you.
âIâm just findinâ all sortsâa things âbout you lately, darlinâ...â, he teased in a low voice. âAnd here I thought you werenât interested⊠and leavinâ me hanging.â
Your breath caught in your throat, and you swallowed hard before you had the nerve to look up at him. His brown eyes were dark and looked hungry? He trailed his stare up and down your body as you sat and subtly licked his lips.
âJoel⊠IâŠâ, you stuttered, paused, then finally asked, âWait⊠what did you say?â
He gave you a lopsided grin and sat back with a smug face and stated, âI swear, darlinâ, I thought you werenât interested.â
You just looked back at him with wide eyes while his smug demeanor shifted into a gentler and warmer gaze. He smiled and patted the seat next to him.
âCome over here, baby.â, he spoke softly.
You stood slowly and his eyes never left yours and he raised his hand to take yours as you sat next to him sideways to face him fully. His hand went to your waist, his thumb stroking you.
âYou drunk or something?â, you questioned teasingly with a smile.
He sighed a small laugh, his eyes again trailing up and down your body. âNope, darlinâ. Just felt like it was âbout time I was honest since Iâm learninâ so much âbout you lately.â He sucked in a breath and licked his lips again when his eyes watched your chest move with your breathing. âYou look good, darlinâ. Real fuckinâ good.â
His eyes moved up to yours and you could see the want, the need you held back for so long, burning in his eyes. You moved forward, your hand cupping his face.
âSo do you, Joel.â, you breathed as you kissed him.
You heard him sigh into the kiss and push into it, his grip on your waist tightened, fisting your shirt and pulling you closer. You instinctively ran your hand over his taught, full belly and he shivered as you did, his grip trying to pull you onto his lap now.
âGet up, baby⊠canât bend that way right now⊠get on meâŠâ, he instructed you in a breathy tone as you moved to staddle his lap.Â
Your smaller frame was now right up against his swollen belly as you frantically made out on the couch.
âGod damn⊠fuckinâ hell, darlinâ⊠if werenât so damned full, Iâd do this properly in bed upstairsâŠâ, he panted as you moved your kisses to his jaw and neck and began to rock your hips. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled them down to put more friction on his denim-clad cock. âMake you feel so fuckinâ good.â
He roughly jammed his hand between the two of you, cupping your heat as he began to make lude promises in whispers as you whimpered kisses along his neck.
âThatâs right, darlinâ⊠makinâ those pretty sounds⊠bet your pussy tastes better than your cookinâ⊠how many nights I fucked my fist wishinâ it were your mouthâŠ. Never thought youâd want an old fat fucker like meâŠ.â
You finally worked up the ability to push yourself back from him, and you looked down at his dark, blown-out pupils and his parted, panting lips, knowing you looked the same, while his hand stilled on your jeaned heat.
âYou gonna let me fuck you, Darlinâ?â, he breathed out, eyes pinned to yours.
You nodded as your hands moved to his shoulders and you pressed your mouth to his. He deepened the kiss for a moment, the pushed you up gently.
âDarlinââŠâ, his voice needy and almost desperate. âBaby, take your pants offâŠâ
You stood up and removed your shirt and jeans, leaving you in your bra and panties. Joel huffed as he moved himself up off the couch, dropping his already open jeans, the grabbed your arm pulling you towards him.
âSo fuckinâ prettyâŠâ, he smiled before kissing you.
His arms wrapped around you and your hands went to his hair and around his shoulder. Unlike the previous kisses that were hasty and desperate, this one was slow, methodical, and carried over a yearâs worth of unspoken emotions that neither of you were brave enough to put words to.
Joel pulled back first and softly smiled at you before he said is voice far too soft for the words he spoke.
âIâm gonna fuck you into this couch, Darlinâ.â
His mouth is back on yours, hungry. Teeth and fervor, clashing between you. All that soft, gentle kissing was gone, Joel had given into what ever primal urges you had unearthed in him. You moan into his mouth as his hand grips your hair, pulling your head back.
âJoel⊠pleaseâŠâ, you begged breathlessly. âTake it... take meâŠâ
He smiled darkly at you and pushed you face down over the arm of the couch, his hands going to the waist of your panties. He paused as if waiting for confirmation that you wanted this. You nodded and gave a strangled âuh-huhâ and he pulled them down.
Joel let out a noise that you can only think was one from a starving man looking at a banquet feast. He dragged his thick finger through your slick folds, making you squirm and whimper.
âOh, baby, youâre so fuckinâ pretty⊠bet your tight little cuntâs just waitinâ⊠your pussyâs droolinâ for me, Darlinâ... Iâm gonna wreck you for any other man⊠wanna bury myself in your tight little cunt⊠so fucking pretty, baby.â
âJoel, please⊠fuck me⊠please⊠donât tease!â, you cried out, unable to get any further friction from his fingers given the way you were splayed out on the couch arm.
âThatâs right, baby⊠gonna take care of you, Darlinâ⊠gonna make you feel good⊠patience, babyâŠgotta work you open for me.â
He removed his fingers and spit on them before he pumped one into your cunt, his thumb gently rubbing your neglected and throbbing clit. His finger was thick, and you could only imagine how big his cock was; youâd once got a quick glance at the outline before Jackson and if that was any indication, he was doing you a favour getting you primed and ready for him. He pulled back and added another finger after a moment, picking up his pace and you cried out and called his name as you gripped the couch cushion.
âSo tight, Darlinâ⊠tell me how bad you needed this, baby⊠tell me⊠tell me you need me.â
âI-I need this⊠Joel⊠need you, Joel⊠so bad⊠wanted this for so long⊠oh god⊠yes⊠there⊠right there, Joel⊠please, oh fuck!... Joel... Joel⊠keep going!â, you panted with a whine.
He pushed a third finger in, and you cried out and clawed at the couch cushion.
âShhh, baby⊠come on, Darlinâ⊠need to fuck you after this and I gotta get you open for me⊠need it to feel good for you⊠doing so good⊠I can feel itâŠ. youâre close, Darlinâ⊠let go for me, baby⊠come on.â
You could feel your orgasm building up, and when he curled his fingers and hit that sweet spot buried deep in your cunt, you came, crying out like a beaten dog.
âThere you go⊠thatâs it, Darlinâ⊠sing for me, baby.â
He worked you through your orgasm, and when you felt like you could breathe normally, you tried to push yourself up. Joelâs hand rubbed in between your shoulder, and he gently pushed you back down.
âDarlinâ, Iâm too full to fuck you the way I outta⊠but you look to fucking good to pass up⊠you gonna let me have you here, baby?â. His tone was pleading and needy, but gruff, while his harsh, calloused hands gently rubbed you on you back where he pushed you down.
His words and the way he said them had your insides turn to mush and you could feel another gush of arousal slip from your puffy cunt.
âPleaseâŠâ, was all your fuck-drunk brain could muster in a pathetic, breathy whine.
âToo good to me, Darlinâ⊠too fuckinâ good to this fat old man.â, he groaned as he pushed his aching, hard cock into your tight, slippery cunt.
The feeling was too much. For a moment, you thought it wasnât going to work, but he soothed you. He kept pushing himself in slowly, offering words of praise while his fingers dug into your hips.
âTakinâ me so good, Darlinâ⊠thatâs it, honey⊠so good⊠feel so fuckinâ goodâŠâ
He pushed in as far as his length could go and his tip kissed your cervix. Your lungs felt like they couldnât fill with air you were so full, and you needed him to do something.
âYou gotta relax, baby⊠I canât move shit unless you relaxâŠâ
âJoel⊠please move⊠need you to move⊠so full⊠move, pleaseâŠâ, you whined, trying to catch your feet on the floor so you could push back into him.
He panted a chuckle and began to move, slowly at first, then increased his hipâs speed and intensity until he was ramming into you. The couch was squeaking on the wood floors from Joelâs weight repeatedly being forced against it. The couchâs rough material was rubbing harshly against your hip bones, but it was worth it for the sweet sting of Joel splitting you open as his heavy, full belly hitting your ass cheeks.
âOh god⊠Joel⊠yes⊠yes⊠k-keep going⊠yes⊠fuckâŠâ, you panted, tears in your eyes.
âSo good⊠baby⊠you gotta come⊠come on, baby⊠youâre close, Darlinâ⊠come onâŠâ
The white-hot burn of your second climax crept down your spine and built up as his finger went to your clit, rubbing circles, pushing you over the edge. Your vision went blurry for a moment your body went rigid, your mouth open and high-pitched pants and moans escaped from it.
Joelâs hips sputtered as your climax pushed him to his own release. He let out a few deep, guttural grunts as he thrusted a few more times, spilling his hot seed into you.
He tried to not collapse onto you as he pulled out. He stumbled back into the armchair as you pushed yourself up off the couchâs arm.
âFuck, Darlinâ⊠wish you could stay bent over like that⊠sucha pretty sightâŠâ, he huffed in a laugh as you got up. He patted his leg. âComeâere, babyâŠâ
You clumsily moved over to him and held your hands out. âNo⊠up, Joel⊠Ellie could walk in the door at any moment and the last thing she needs to see is you stuffed to the gills with your dick out in the living room.â
âSucha fuckinâ mouth on you!â, Joel grinned, and moved his hands to yours. âBetter get a move on⊠letâs go to bed.â
You collected your abandoned clothing that was strewn throughout the living room and got Joel upstairs into his bedroom. You went to your room to clean yourself up and change, and there was a knock at the door. Upon opening it, Joel saw you and pushed his way in, closing it behind him.
He pulled you close to him, his belly pressed against your middle. You touched his face softly, gently running your fingers through his scruffy facial hair.
He smiled and kissed you tenderly and said softly against your mouth, âI got you, Darlinâ⊠tell me youâve got me⊠pleaseâŠâ
