18+ . Joel Miller x fem reader, no outbreak , lots of smut, daddy!Joel, oral, face fucking, slapping, p0rn barely any plot
First time writing for Joel but lord have i consumed too many fics about this man. I hope this satiates you while I finish chapter 4 of Chained hehe
You shouldn’t do this. You know you shouldn’t, but you can’t help it. You need him like a drug. It started many months ago when you innocently asked him to help you check the oil in your car. Truly you were clueless about such things, but it also may have helped that Joel was so fucking hot you could barely breathe when you were around him.
You chuckle thinking about how nervous you were to talk to him at first, scared to offend him by wearing your low cut tops and short shorts when walking the short distance across street to his driveway to ask for his help - you didn’t know he would eat it up.
The thing is, Joel was not a gentlemen. He kept to himself the best he could when you and your friends started renting the house across the street. He kept his eyes low and didn’t even complain when he would see random people leaving at all hours of the night, loud as all hell. He swears he wasn’t the one calling the cops when parties were thrown. No, he didn’t get anyone in trouble, but he did allow himself to enjoy the sight of drunk girls stumbling around with the dresses riding up too high. The giggles were like music to his ear.
But it all remained a distant stare until you came bouncing up his driveway, tits spilling out of your shirt as he worked on the hood of his car.
He smirked. Of course he would help you - for a cost. And you definitely didn’t mind paying.
That started the months long escapade of you sneaking over to Joel’s house under any circumstance, just dying for his touch, his attention, anything. It didn’t matter if he was happy, mad, sad, or asleep, he would find a way to use you. Whether it was having you crawl into bed with him so he could slowly touch you under the covers, or if it was being pushed up against the kitchen counter roughly, all hands and teeth and a fuck so hard and fast you couldn’t see straight after, you needed him.
It’s been almost two weeks now since your last meeting with Joel and you were getting desperate. You don’t know exactly what happened, maybe something to do with a neighbor recognizing that you were wearing Joel’s shirt, or the sideways glances you started noticing you were receiving at the grocery store, but you didn’t give a fuck, you needed him. And you know he needed you too.
It was late but there was still a feint light on inside his house. You put on a cute crewneck, baggy and innocent, and the tiniest little blue sleep shorts you could find, your ass hanging out with every step you took, no panties in sight. You almost didn’t even put on shoes, but felt that was pushing it so you slipped on some slippers and marched over.
You knocked gently at first, but after a few minutes of no response you quickly lost your resolve. You felt like you were already practically dripping down your thighs and you needed relief badly. You pounded on the door. “I know you’re in there Joel, you can’t avoid me forever,” you said. You could hear his footsteps behind the door.
You waited. Still he didn’t open the door.
You sighed. You know he can’t do this - he can’t just ignore you.
“Daddy please, i need you,” you whined through the door.
It opened immediately, and the disheveled Joel looked at you with heat behind his eyes. You pouted up at him, faking your innocence as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside, slamming the door behind you.
“Finally,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. But Joel is quick to remove them and pull you into the small living room, throwing you on the couch as he stands tall over you.
You stare at him, his hair is a mess and his eyes look more frantic than you’ve ever seen him. What’s going on? He put his hands on either side of you and leaned down, closing distance between you two.
“We can’t keep doing this darlin’,” he muttered, his lips dangerously close to yours.
You pout. “But I need it - need you,” you whine, resisting forcing your lips on his own as he breathes into your mouth.
His hand comes to the back of your neck, gripping hard as he stares down at you. “People are talkin’. Don’t wanna ruin your reputation as the town’s little princess, sleepin’ with an old man,” he says.
You chuckle slightly. He’s concerned for you? “I don’t care what they think,” you say honestly.
He sighs, his forehead touching your own as he hand moves frmo the back of your neck to the front of your throat, choking you as you gasp under him. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters.
You smile under his grip and he groans. “If you’re so fuckin’ desperate, show me. On your knees baby,” he demands. You move immediately, almost too quickly as you get on your knees in front of him looking up at him expectantly. His hand moves to caress your cheek and you nuzzle into his touch. “Too fuckin’ pretty,” he says, then brings his hand back and down for a quick slap to your cheek.
You stay perfectly still, letting your brain shut off as he takes over - exactly what you want. “Prettiest girl in town and she just needs her Daddy’s cock huh?” He mocks you, his hands unzipping his jeans and pushing them down with his boxers, his half hard cock springing free. You nod at him eagerly, your hands twitching in your lap as you resist reaching out and grabbing him.
“Open up f’ me,” he mutters. You open your mouth and he slides his half hard length past your lips, immediately groaning as you wrap around him and suck, reveling in his musky taste. You love this more than you can even admit, being used and coddled by him makes you feel so good.
He groans as you slowly bob your head, your hand wrapping around the thick base of him, the curly hairs at the base tickling your fingers as you begin to pump in time with your sucking. He grows even bigger, making it hard to take him all the way down your throat, but you do your best. Joel pulls his shirt off, his hands moving behind his head as he relaxes into letting you pleasure him.
Seeing him tall above you makes you drip down your thighs and whine. The vibrations from your whine has him immediately grabbing the back of your head and starting to thrust.
“Yeah you can take it honey, hold it, hold,” he instructs you as he forces his cock down your throat. You try not to move, rejecting the gag that tries to force its way up.
He keeps you there for a moment, groaning as your throat constricts around him. “Little fuckin’ whore just needed me so bad huh,” he grunts, pulling back and forcing himself back in, facefuckng you slowly. Your eyes are watering and your breathing is staggered as he makes an absolute mess of you.
He forces his cock down your throat again, bending over as he holds your jaw open, your nose touching his pubic hair as your hands grip his thighs. You gag around him and he groans deeply. “Stay still,” he demands, slapping your ass as he continues to force himself on you. You whine, starting to get light headed as you struggle to breathe.
Just as he thinks you’ve had enough he pulls you off of him, leaving you a gasping drooling mess. He pats your cheek, collecting the spit at your mouth and rubbing it around your face as you look up at him with blown out eyes. “There she is,” he chuckles at your fucked out state.
He moves to sit on the couch, pulling you up with him by your hair. You move to straddle him and his free hand dips under your shorts. “No panties?” He chuckles, his fingers immediately starting to rub circles around your throbbing clit.
“No Daddy, need you,” you whine, your head falling to his shoulder as he makes your insides pound with desire.
“Yeah you do,” he grunts, pulling your shorts off of you roughly. He positions you so you’re straddling his cock, the tip of him prodding at your entrance. You look at him wide-eyed as he begins to pierce you - you’ve never fucked him raw.
You whine as he breaches your entrance, so fucking big, and your head falls to the space between his throat and shoulder, kissing at the tender spot there. He forces you fully down onto his cock, sending a sharp pang through you as you adjust to his size, moaning and whining against his skin.
“Nuh uh ,” he says, pulling your head off for his shoulder by your neck. “You wanted it so bad, you ride it,” he says, not moving his hips.
Your eyes water. “It’s s-so big,” you whine, feeling him deep inside of your tummy.
“Can’t get shy for me now baby,” he explains, his deep brown eyes looking into your own. He leans in and kisses your lips quickly before sending a sharp spank to your ass.
“Bounce on me,” he demands. You start to raise your hips, your knees pressing firmly into the couch as your hands come to his shoulder to steady yourself. The movement feels so fucking good, both of your heads falling back as your raise and lower yourself onto him slowly.
“That’s right angel, just bounce on Daddy’s cock, you can do it,” he praises you, watches as you struggle to set a pace you can keep. Your breathing is labored, rising and falling as you ride him. You lean forward slightly, your eyes on his face, your hand falling to his hairy chest as you stable yourself. The slight change in angle has you moaning loudly, “Oh fuck,” you whine.
Joel slaps your ass again and your bounce faster, the angle hitting inside of you just perfectly as the movement of your hips also makes your clit rub against his pubic bone. Joel barely moves his hips to meet your own, not giving you the satisfaction of him fucking you because of how desperately you acted.
Your pace starts to slow as the pleasure starts to overwhelm you, your head falling onto his shoulder again. “Gettin tired darlin?” He teases you and you whine, trying to continue.
“Please Daddy,” you beg, wanting him to help as you push yourself closer and closer to the edge.
He smiles and grips your ass harshly. “Yeah, need Daddy to do it f’ you huh,” he grunts, starting to thrust himself into you quickly and harshly. Your brain absolutely melt, his pace making it so you can’t keep your eyes open, all you can do is feel him hitting that spot over and over and over, his grunts filling your ears as your moans fill his own.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” you gasp, your hands gripping his arms. Joel’s hands move from your ass to grab your wrists and pin them behind your back as he ruthlessly pounds into you.
You nearly scream. “Can feel you fuckin’ squeezin’ me darlin,” he grunts. “You gonna cum? Gonna cum on your Daddy’s cock?”
You can’t hold it any longer, the pleasure is white hot as it takes over your entire body, making you yelp and writhe in his hold as Joel doesn’t let his pace up. Your entire body is high as he continues to pound, drawing your orgasm out so you can’t stop squeezing and pulsing around him even if you tried. You go limp in his arms, overwhelmed with pleasure.
He grunts loudly. “Feel too good honey,” he says through gritted teeth. “Gonna make me fill this cunt up,” he warns.
You know that’s your warning to hop off, but you can’t, you don’t want to. “Please,” you beg. “Please fill me up Daddy.”
And he does. You feel him shoot ropes of cum into your throbbing pussy, his groans loud in your ear as you squeeze around him.
Both of your breathing is labored, your heads spinning from the ecstasy. Neither of you move as you come back to your bodies. You enjoy the heat radiating off of you both, Joel’s hands rubbing circles on your back as you rest on him.
He kisses the side of your head and you lean up, wincing at the change in angle between your legs.
“I don’t care what they think,” you whisper vulnerably.
He sighs and kisses your forehead. “Jus’ gotta protect you honey,” he says, his sweet chocolate eyes finding yours. You smile at his words. “You do protect me Joel,” you reply.
“Hard not to want you all to myself,” he admits, and your heart pounds. It’s all you want, to be so wanted, protected, taken care of. And even if he doesn’t believe it, Joel is the best man for the job. He’s perfect, truly perfect, no matter what anyone else thinks.
You smile softly and it makes his heart burst. “You have me,” you whisper, connecting your lips to his own. “I’m all yours.”
reader lives in jackson and is friends with tommy, so she sees joel relatively frequently, and they just DONT get along. the reader is young and she’s got a sharp tongue and cheek that irritates the shit out of joel, who shoots back just as much condescending insults. they literally can’t be in a room without getting into it. however, the reader does it for his attention (she’s got daddy issues), and joel doesn’t catch onto this until she’s knocking on his door at midnight because she can’t sleep and she needs him and she doesn’t know how to admit it. he pulls her in the house and absolute filth ensues. he makes her blow him and then they fuck. joel is smug and condescending the whole time, and reader just becomes a ragdoll. Size kink, dirty talk, daddy kink, creampie/breeding, the works PLEASE
you got it, anon! ✨ this was requested on @atticrissfinch's page too, go check it out! i love how the same request can elicit two different stories. i did my best not to read it before i finished this (it was as difficult as it sounds cos HOO BOI 😅🥵♡)
only daddy that'll walk the line
6.2k | joel miller x f!reader
rating: 18+ MDNI
warning: big mean dom!joel™️ lmao, alcoholism (reader's dad, but also drunk!joel for a second - **this is not in the smutty scenes**), parental abuse (verbal, it is brief), smut, age difference (joel is 56, reader is 18-early 20s - your choice), size kink, dirty talk (joel's a talker more than his usual grunty self), name calling (bitch, brat, slut, etc.), light praise kink & like- two pet names, ✨ degrading language and acts ✨, edging, choking/gagging, hair pulling, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, spitting kink!!!, spanking, oral (m receiving), no prepping the reader, brat tamer!joel, bratty reader, if i missed anything lmk
summary: based in jackson, you have the unfortunate predicament of being friends with tommy miller and hating his brother, joel – and you have no problem in letting either of them know that! until one night you are brought to joel's doorstep.
A/N: this is my first request! thank you! huzzah!! hopefully it's to your liking, nonnie. he's big mean dom!joel™️ but with a conscience yknow?? enjoy ♡ i did proofread this, but i wrote it over the course of a couple weeks. i did my best! lol
"Dude, what's his fucking problem!?" You roll into the dining hall in a huff. Shuffling to your seat for dinner, you slam your tray down and Maria gives you a combined look of worry and irritation at peace being compromised.
"Who, honey?" Tommy asks, handing you a glass of water with an entertained grin because he's positive he knows just who you're talking about.
He'd seen the two of you go at each other's throats earlier in the day when you were trying to get by him on your way out the door. His back was to you, and he all but ignored your request to get out of the way. Causing you to shove past him, which ensued an argument between the two of you. Which led you to both of you gunning each other with your words until you both left in a bad mood.
Joel had his back to you, his frame fully in the doorway as he spoke with a woman in town. It started off slow: a few clearings of your throat, a slight nudge of his back. No avail.
"Excuse me," you shouted, pushing at him again before he finally turned around quickly with his jaw ticked.
"Do you have any manners, Christ." He said dry and muttered under his breath, but the lady made room for you and you nodded politely in her direction.
"Maybe if you weren't so fucking old, you could've heard me!"
"And watch your fuckin' mouth."
Joel turned his back to you, not giving you a moment to retort. Conversation over.
"This fucker," when you look up, you see Joel coming towards the table. The sight of him gives you a set of shivers you can't explain. Not complete disgust, but certainly not excitement.
"You really oughta keep better company," Joel tells his brother, sitting down beside him, he frames his entire body towards Tommy so he's sitting in a way to make you feel ignored.
"I'm right here, you know." Your head is moving so you're in the line of his vision.
"Don't remind me. Listen, this is a family dinner. Go find your own."
A slap in the face would've hurt less. Before Tommy or Maria had the chance to come to your defences – both of their mouths open ready to take up for you – you stood up, shoving your tray over to Joel. So loud, other people turn their gaze to the four of you.
"Fuckin– eat up, then."
As you storm off to your house, you hear Tommy scold his older brother but you don't look back.
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The next morning, your father wakes you up to the sound of his own yelling for you to come downstairs. You'd been helping out Maria and Tommy to get your own place, or at least a shared one with people your age and to hear your dad's voice; whiskey-soaked and cruel, makes your stomach churn.
After slipping on your clothes for the day, you make it to the kitchen where he's sitting at the table and reeking from alcohol even from where you're standing.
"Didn't you hear me call you?" His words were slurred and angry.
"Yes, I'm sorry." It's such a difference from how you talk to other people, talk to Joel, for example. Maybe because he's the last person you spoke to, but he's the first one who pops into your head during this interaction. You sound meek, scared to say something wrong. A stark difference from how you speak to Joel – abandoning all worries of punishment. Almost like you wanted that from him.
"Fuckinbetterbe – hiccup – breakfast. Now." Your dad all but snaps his fingers and rage creeps up the back of your throat, biting your tongue so hard you break the surface layer. A slight streak of blood coats your mouth, but you do as you're told.
This morning is kinder than others. Your dad did not say thank you for the pancakes, you didn't get hit or debased too much. You consider it a win. Once you leave your house as soon as you can, Joel's chest hits your face as soon as you turn the corner. The milliseconds seem long when you're met with the warmth and solidity of his chest, the scent of cedar and... whiskey? It seemed too early, even for him, to be drinking and you shake off the unreasonable rationale that he should be treated differently than your father for the same behaviour.
You ignore the similarities of him and your father all together, actually.
"Watch where you're goin'," Joel's brows are knit together, which is normal for him, but you've never been this close to see his lips from this angle above you. You almost say something out of the ordinary for the two of you, but you reel it in quickly.
"You're one to fuckin' talk. Morning coffee smells a lot like alcohol. Maybe I should tell Tommy about your habits."
"Does it ever hurt your head bein' a bitch all the time?"
"Not as bad as that hangover will be around noon. Move."
You push past the large build in front of you with a clenched jaw, unable to be around him a second longer. "Fuck you, Joel," you mutter for good measure on your way to Tommy and Maria's.
They'd given you safety on days when it seemed scarce, and showing up felt appropriate. You were a little closer with Tommy than Maria. He was able to listen to you without being too judgy, and you needed that. The lack of safety piece was a lot like how your day started off. You walk around to the back where Tommy's working on a new hobby and you sit in front of him, letting out a big sigh.
"Y'daddy givin' you trouble again?"
Typically when Tommy asks about your father he says it like this, but today it catches you off guard. Confusion twists your mind, but you nod distractedly. "Yea, he was drunk this morning. Your brother, too."
You slide that one in fast.
Tommy fists through his hair, letting out a heavy exhale. "Shit. We both got trouble this mornin', I guess."
"Seems like it."
You're unusually quiet, looking at the ground more than anything. It bugs you that Joel and your father have a similar quality to them. That they both are up reaching for the bottle, but for Joel it's not a common occurrence and that makes you worried – an emotion you don't have for him that often, if you're being honest. You don't think about his experiences that often. But this is the first time, really, you've even seen Joel drunk like that. You remember Tommy mentioning that he'd given up the stuff since Sarah's passing when everyone was around a fire one night sharing stories.
As if the dots connect in real time, you look over to Tommy who looks worried sick.
"He'll figure it out," you reassure, chewing the inside of your cheek before heading out. You call behind you, "I'll be around."
You've never really been good at the whole 'being there for someone' thing.
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Later on, you find yourself in the mess hall again for the night's dinner and you catch Maria, Tommy, Joel, and Ellie all together and it feels weird to sit with them. They're all laughing, Joel looks sobered up. And it seems that Tommy didn't bring up the conversation the two of you shared. They look like a happy family and twists a knot in your throat and the proverbial knife at your side.
"Can I please spend the night at Tommy and Maria's? Please?" Ellie is looking over at Joel with the sweetest expression, you snicker to yourself at how menacing she actually was. It seemed to do the trick, though. Joel's eyes flicker over to you, and it feels like you're being caught for something. The look is inculpatory without you doing anything. As if to say you are witnessing something too personal, a side of him not meant for you. "Yeah, sure," his response to Ellie sounds distant.
This gives you no choice but to walk up to the scene, to sit down beside Maria. She gives you a welcoming grin and makes space for you. "What'd I miss?" You look over to Ellie who's excited to see you, but Joel? Not so much. His eyebrows narrow down his face, suddenly more quiet than usual, even for him. You set your sights back on Ellie who's telling you all of the cool things she's gonna do at her Uncle Tommy's and you flash a smile that lets her know you're listening. Or at least trying. It's hard when Joel isn't even initiating the usual conflict with each other. More arguing than speaking. And the fact it wasn't happening was off.
"That sounds like a blast...," you trail off, your chin in your hands.
"If you're not gonna listen to her, don't ask her questions." Joel barks, eyes now solemnly black in your direction. It makes you scared and delighted at once. Like he was back to normal. Your normal.
"I was listening to her?" You retort, and everyone's quiet now. Awkwardness filling the air as the two of you battle it out. "Maybe if you weren't so drunk all the time you'd know the differen–" "Hey, now." Tommy chimes in, giving you a stern look of disapproval and you feel bad. Reflective. Joel wasn't drunk all the time, and you knew exactly why he was this morning.
You exhale, "I'm sorry," you nod in the direction of everyone but Joel and stand up from your seat, "enjoy your family time."
On your way back to your house, you catch a glimpse of a group of people your age. People you'd grown up with, but they didn't acknowledge you and it digs the wound closer in. You truly felt alone. Like nothing fit, and maybe you didn't belong in Jackson but it wasn't like there were many choices to go to.
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More times than not you sneak into your room. Not because you are past a type of curfew, you were an adult. It was more, you didn't want your dad to know you were around. Your door was locked when you climbed in through the window.
You got comfortable, spilling out of your clothes for the day and into your pajamas. Cotton shorts and a loose tee. Your breasts perky and nipples taut from the worn fabric. A lot of the day was spent dealing with heavy subjects that you just wanted to let your mind escape.
Staring at the ceiling in your bed, your eyes become blurry in need of sleep. Needing release. Anything.
Your mind wanders to why Joel was so quiet with you when you sat down. It wasn't like that was the first time the two of you had a shouting match in front of everyone, but this felt different. You deduce it to Joel having an off day and let your mind wander somewhere else.
Or, at least you try.
Because when your hands explore your body under the blankets, Joel comes back to life in your thoughts. You come back to the warmth of his chest when you ran into him this morning, the grunt that left him from impact. What that would sound like against your ear. Before you know it, you're shifting your thighs together, spreading the mess of your cunt. A craving ignites your bloodstream.
It's slick between your legs when you sit up, and you're full of determination unbeknownst of where it's coming from. The act itself is a little heady, but you have nothing to lose so why not?
Slipping on a pair of shoes and a jacket that covers your clothes, you turn your back to the window and scurry down until you're able to jump off onto the grass. One step close to where you want to be.
Joel's house is across the street which makes it easy to get to, but aggravating when you want a sense of peace. He's always around, shooting you a menacing stare when you're not down each other's throats but there's an ache you can't deny. A compulsion.
You knock on his door twice before he swings it open almost like he saw you approach, but he doesn't tug you inside like you thought he was. Doesn't make you get on your knees or fulfill any fantasy of being used. Of... making him proud.
"What?" His question is dry and a part of you is crushed. He isn't taking advantage of the way your legs look in your shorts right away.
"You're not the only one who had a bad fucking day," you start, but he doesn't give you a moment to push through the door because before you know it you're being pulled inside. The sound of a slamming door somewhere behind you. You're forced to look at him with his paw wrapped around your jaw, thumb tilting your chin up effortlessly. It locks you in place.
"You came here. Why? Y'want me to fuck your bad day away?"
You gape is panicked, eyes wide now in this compromising position. You can't think, you can't nod or say words. You just stare.
"She's real fuckin' quiet now," Joel shoves you against the closed door, not letting an inch of space be wasted and he takes your wrist with his free hand, palming you over his hardening cock in his jeans. "How about now. You payin' close attention?"
You whimper, nodding softly as your fingers massage and rub, tug at anything you can through the fabric.
"Did I tell you y'could do that?" His words make you pause, shivering at how truly empty your mind is in the moment. Even in your inexperience you don't know you've ever felt so instantly timid. Joel makes you fold at the first hint of misbehaviour. You can't think of a thing to say. Halfway don't know why you're here in the first place, and he's got you so wet from this it almost hurts. Stickiness coats your thighs as you squeeze your legs together and you're sure it will be obvious even through your cotton shorts.
You shake your head, and he's sick of you not speaking to him. Squeezes your face tighter, "Use your fucking words."
"No... no you didn't," you manage and you've never heard yourself sound so pathetic.
"I didn't, that's right. You answer to me." The snapping sound of his words causes your eyes to roll in annoyance. He doesn't own you, he never fucking could. The action makes his jaw tighten, his hand from your jaw in a grip that didn't hurt now is wrapped around your throat and although it's not tight, it certainly isn't loose. "What the fuck was that?"
You're back to being silent, unable to do anything but take.
"Not asking again."
"I rolled my ey–"
"You rolled your eyes. Roll your fuckin' eyes at me again, little girl. You'll regret it."
A cool threat, you think. Meaningless, even. What possible reproach would he have anyway?
It's then you take in the house. You'd been here once before to stay with Ellie. It's dark, a single lamp upstairs. All of this is background noise to the drone of your need prickling your youthful skin. It's apparent, your age difference, when you're this close. His rough fingers, wrinkles catching the moonlight peeking in through the windows.
"I–I'm sorry," you've been saying that a lot lately.
"Don't apologise to me. Don't say sorry when I know you're not." His thumb moves from your chin to your lips, thumbing over just how pliable and soft they are and it sends your nerves to the surface. Prying your lips apart, he presses inside and you willingly wrap your lips around it to lap the pad of his digit. "Look at that sweet thing," he says, more at you than to you, and your neck flushes being this willing to suck for him, "so easy for me to use. I put my thumb to y'er lips and you just took it right in, didn't ya?" The taste of his skin robs you of any other sense, his tone making you all but fold.
"Show me what this mouth is good for, 'cuz it sure ain't good at a sincere apology."
Before you know it, you're on your knees. Joel is kind enough that he ushers you down onto the hardwood floor and you can't believe you're face to face with his crotch in front of his door, no less.
"You couldn't wait to take me to your bedroom?"
Joel doesn't reply straight away. Instead you hear the clanking of metal, a zipper coming undone, and the slap of his cock hitting his abdomen on the way out of his pants. You take mental note that he hasn't been asleep by his attire, but it's all for nothing when your eyes make out the shapes in the dim light. You choke when you see just how big he is.
He tuts, leaning his head condescendingly as he takes a chunk of your hair in his palm to tilt your chin up to greet his cock. "Aw, you think you're goin' t'my room?" The words make you feel naïve, the one or two times you've done something like this didn't have nearly as much... compromise. And you certainly didn't hook up with someone twice your age. You don't have time to be self-conscious because the head of him, the leaky head of him, is tapping against your lips and your eyes roll back as you open your mouth for him. After jumping slightly in surprise, of course.
He sighs in relief with a deigned smile, pushing his hips further. "Fuck. You hear that? Nothing! Sounds so fuckin' good, shuttin' you up."
But it's not entirely nothing, is it? Not with your gagging, slurping up what you can but you don't know what you're doing all the way and fumbling through half of it. Doesn't seem to faze him much.
It's obscene as it feels, him using you like this – and you don't feel an ounce of guilt when it's exactly what you want. The switch flips on why you came to his door in the first place. His big thumb swipes over the corner of your full mouth, "You like that, dontcha, filthy thing?"
And you hated how right he was. You wanted to scream, kick him. Retaliate in a way so you could still be in this submission at the same time.
Your mouth was full by the earthy taste of him, obliterating whatever feelings you had about the day. A bad mood that he had contributions in, but it's melting from the constant thrust of his hips. And he's keeping your head locked in place, hand gripped in the strands so you can feel your spit mingling with the underside of his cock. Honestly, every part of his dick is covered in your spit. It spills down your chin, threatens up your nose when you gag, leaves your eyes to water when you look up at him in a dire need to breathe fully, but he's not done with you.
Not until the loudest, lewdest pop from your mouth you've ever heard does Joel break contact completely. Steps back until you're being observed in a patronising way. Your gone expression. All saliva and tears and his precum smeared over your mouth. You can barely bring yourself to look up, but his demands seem to do the trick.
Snapping his fingers at you to get your attention, you swallow hard. "Nuh uh. You're not gonna get all soft on me, girl. Wake the fuck up."
Which would be simple if he wasn't practically dragging you by your hair, making you crawl on your hands and knees until you're on your feet and you're shoved onto his couch.
All that and you're still dressed.
"Off," he's barking commands like you're a trainable being and if you were in any other state, you may reconsider this whole ordeal, but when he pushed you onto the couch your legs spread just enough for him to see the wetness smearing the cotton at the apex of your thighs and that amuses him. "not good at hidin' how much of a slut y'are."
"You think it's just you that does this to me?" You find your voice again, hoisting yourself up to sit on his couch as his cock – thick and proud – sways against the fabric caught between it. Your tongue presses to your cheek when you make eye contact, "You're kidding yourself."
The venom drips so fluidly from your tongue, Joel doesn't make a sound. Just peels off his clothes until he's standing there naked in his house, giving you living proof that you are kidding yourself.
The silence speaks for itself. He is pure smug under the sight of your drooling gaze.
"It's real cute that you think y'got control over the situation n'all," the weight shifting on this couch from the cushion shaping around his knee. Joel sits down, taking you by the scalp again to cloak you over his lap stomach-first, and you yelp in surprise when he does all of this and tugs your shorts down in one fell swoop.
With your hair in his fist, his other hand ghosts over your ass in effort to make sure you squirm for him before administering a devilishly loud spank to your ass. "But somebody better teach you better manners. Sure as shit itn’t your father."
You crack out a sob at that– from the contact and the truth. You couldn't retort, you were too busy getting slap after slap against your increasingly worn ass to think about anything else. "Lucky I ain't making y'count. You'd have this for eternity now."
Not that it mattered anyway. He's leaving mark after mark of his large handprint across your cheeks, probably ten more if you could even focus on anything else but finding the words to stop him.
"Please– y-you're right," tears stain your face as you bury your face in your arms. Flinching when Joel moves, you expect another searing punishment, but instead he pulls your ass apart and you gasp at the cool air striking your cunt that's hot and wet for him. "Joel!"
“Dirty fuckin’ girl, wet from gettin’ punished. I talked so bad about you, and you liked it? You’re as desperate as I thought. Only good for gettin’ my cock wet.” And it’s like a lever is pulled when your slutty little smile plasters over your face with him out of view. Not that you had much time to gloat, or to experience the pleasure of living in your own fantasy because Joel’s got you pulled again. His thick thighs spread apart when he maneuvers you so willingly to sit between his legs. Right where he wants you. Right where you can feel the throbbing pulse at your folds. He tells you to take off the rest of your clothes and you would be a fool to do otherwise.
“Bad girls don’t get the luxury of bein’ opened,” that Texan drawl slips over your ear when he holds the base of his cock, slicking himself through your folds, you gasp and wriggle against him – his grip tightening harder. Silently warning you if you make another move it’s over, you’re done. It’s over. All the while the searing stretch of him causes your cunt to flutter and clench around him. It’s too much, too overwhelming, and he won’t let you adjust long enough. “You’ll get over it,” but it’s not reassuring. He still sounds in control despite his laboured breathing and when he can, he moves his hands to grip your hips and guide you down on him. You scream, a knee jerk response wriggle away from him, but this position doesn’t quite allow for that.
“Be a good girl.”
That folds you, quite literally, as he moves his hips down to pound up into yours, using you like his own toy to get himself off with. And it’s just the incredible sounds of your squelching cunt and his balls tapping against your folds. The fucking isn’t frantic, but it certainly isn’t soft. He’s rough with you, a hand traveling up your back to grip your hair so your neck is back in place and he lifts you upright so your back is curved, neck craned so if you tried, you could make him out – upside down. “Poor thing couldn’t help it, had to get a daddy to take care of her. You want that, kitten? Wanna be used and as daddy’s little fucktoy – only good for makin’ me cum?” his hand sneaks around to the front of you with his free hand, he presses and digs into your pubic bone to make you feel exactly where he is. “Put a baby right here. Make everyone know what you fuckin’ did.”
You whine, eyes rolling back at the thought. It was so obscene, nothing like you’d ever even heard of before. Where did he fucking learn how to talk like this? Your brain is swimming while your sticky sweetness coats his lap, clawing at his thighs for any sort of stability, but it was dizzying how he had you. How his grunts filled the air in between slaps like he had your hips placed at the perfect angle for him to work you.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” His gritting teeth by the shell of your ear, he keeps you secure within your hair to snake his arm around the front of you tugging and rolling at the sensitive nubs of your nipples. When he feels you appear to drift off, those rough hands supply another smack, but to your tits this time, your fingernails clawing into his thighs involuntarily as you squeal in surprise. You tighten at that, fluttering around his cock and you feel it at the edge. So close you can almost taste it.
But he knows you’re close, too, and there’s no way in hell he’s giving that to you. Not when you’ve barged into his house like this, not when you’ve done nothing but be an insufferable brat to him since the moment he came to Jackson.
Joel hovers you over his lap, and your heels dig into the floorboard. His hips still, keeping the very tip of his cock inside of you – you feel panic flash over your body. “No,” it’s the first word you’ve uttered in god knows how long and it sounds desperate. Any hope of getting an orgasm swirls down the drain, and it’s set in stone when he pushes you on your back – the lumpy couch digging into your skin. “No, no, please. Why!”
His eyes could burn a hole through you. Like a hungry dog, his body hovers – shoulders stooped, head down when he pours his gaze into you. And he likes what he sees. Legs open and begging, willing to do anything to get him back into you. Your cunt glistening, even in the dull light and he can tell it’s pulsing. “Poor thing’s clampin’ around nothin’,” he teases, grunting when his knees meet the couch cushions – another tell of his age. But you, you’re too preoccupied in taming the ache between your legs to comment. It burns, coming back to a fixed state you realise how stretched out you were and it’s more than overwhelming. To know you haven’t been used to completion, all hope draining from your face.
“Joel,” your breath is shaky underneath him, pupils blown and wet when you make out his features, “Joel, please. Please, I want this.”
“Darlin’, I know you want it. Everybody in town knows you want it,” his words make you sob a whine as they approach closer to your neck, the delicate graze of his beard dances at your pulsepoint and you shudder. Hips raise and he’s quick to slam them back down into place. “If you want me, ‘Joel’ ain’t whatchu say to get me.”
And if you felt hopeless before, you really do now. Unable to do anything but debase yourself for your own pleasure. You’d heard it earlier, the way he referred to himself with a name that brought up mixed feelings at Tommy’s. You swallow down embarrassment, looking him in the eyes – which were faded obsidian, your fingernails dig into your own thighs as if to brace for what’s tempting to slip out of your throat.
You hated that he made you nervous.
And you hated the hold he had over you.
But he had it, there was no doubt about it. He had it. He had you.
Your jaw ticks forward, fully aware of your clit screaming for attention and exhale shakily. “Please, daddy. Please, I want this.”
“Eh,” Joel muses, shaking his head, “I don’t believe ya. Really gotta hear the desperation in your voice. Maybe if I,” his hand reaches for his cock, slapping the sloppy head of it against your folds and that– that sends you. Takes you to a different destination entirely because for the first time all night there’s attention to that bundle of nerves, and he knows it. He knows you need this in order to give everything over to him in full. “Daddy!” you screech, pelvis jutting up in full inclination and without a single word, Joel’s cock spears into you all the way to the hilt. All the way to your cervix.
His hands, emitting heat and wrapped largely around your hips, locks you where he wants you like some animal in heat. It forces you to bring your legs up into a position you aren’t sure you’ve ever been in – thighs against your stomach, by your sides. It’s so, “deep,” you whimper, head rocking as your mouth flies open and he’s delivering you thrust after thrust of pleasure so wrecking no noise comes from you.
“Is that what you needed? Fuckin' brat,” Joel is still able to tease, but even he isn’t immune to how tight you are around him. Your fluttering core begging for release as it moves in and out around him – as if it’s doing its own begging. “You wanna be filled up to the brim with my cum, babygirl? Needy fucking cunt like you only good for matin’ like this.” Your skin burns at his words, your body convulsing as you do your best to keep it together.
That’s when Joel’s hand wraps around your throat, a line of spit falling into your mouth and you willingly drink from him. “You hold off, you ain’t gettin’ it tonight,” you pout for a moment, not fully understanding what he means by that, but he clarifies when his hips get sharper, more precise. As if his cock is hooked inside of you, not letting a drip of precum spill out of you against your cervix. “Y’ain’t cummin’, but I am.”
His grip around your throat gets harder, and you swear you can see every vein in his face rise to the surface when he uses you. You’re limp, all thoughts washed away – his cock thick and long, you aren’t even sure how he fits it all inside of you but he does. The edge of your stomach bulges as he works you, his neck cranes back to expose his neck and it’s too much to take. For both of you. His hot cum ropes cords inside of you, sticking to your walls. Filling you up is an understatement with how much he has to give you. It’s as if you can discern the moment his seed grazes your cervix in its sticky texture. Your head is swimming at the sound of your animalistic grunts, he looks so… fucking hot like this. His name is replaced with ‘daddy’ more easily than you care to admit. You do try not to chase your orgasm… a part of you does, anyway.
But you’re defiant.
You can take yourself there without him telling you to, and in fact the opportunity to disobey him is just what you need to send yourself creaming all over his cock. You gasp, eyes wide before they roll back and you’re fucking yourself on his spent cock that somehow still has life to it. Even for his age, he can still keep it hard for you after his seed coats your insides. “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” becomes part of your breath, and you’re shocked he doesn’t pull out of you even though his hips are still. You don’t notice it until you come down considering you’re using him. Did he say you could do that? As if you’re woken up by an alarm, you jerk at the sensation of the orgasm you snuck. Without his permission. You look up, and his knuckles are bleached around your hips. He looks so menacing like this, scary. You shake your head, swallowing hard in your attempt to fix things.
But it’s too late for you. You’re a brat at the end of the day, and he has to train you. Make you realise the error of your ways.
His cock is still buried deep when his middle finger plays where the two of you connect. A whine escapes you, shivering now, not quite sure what he’s going to do. He’s lethally quiet, you aren’t sure how to react. He’s contemplating what to do to you, he’s not met someone who’s as menacing as he is. As unwilling to give away freedom. Not since… his nostrils flare as he inhales.
“I told you not to do that,” Joel stating the obvious makes you clear your throat, his cock twitching inside you in the aftershocks sends your teeth to bite down on your lip and you shake your head, “I c- I couldn’t help it!” You lie, and he knows it. Compels him to prod that middle finger just above his cock inside you and the stretch is too much. When you reach out for his forearm, his other hand darkens over your wrist, pinning it back in a way that hurts. You wince in tandem with it and his monstrous hook of the digit inside you. You’re so full, “It’s too-it’s too much!” you tap at anything you can, but he’s not listening.
Instead, the pad of his finger has no problem in touching that spongy bit inside of you – especially since your cunt is stretched from his cock and he can see it. His cum tempts to pool out of you, but he shoves it back in, working his finger inside you repeatedly but he’s just rubbing. He’s just rolling his finger against your g-spot until you feel so overstimulated it brings more pain than pleasure. “Came like you knew what you were doin’,” he finally remarks, thumb rolling over your clit and you can’t take it. “Please, pl– it’s too much! Daddy!” That rhythm is sly, though, in making you come undone. Again and again. As you’re on the peak of what would be an explosive orgasm, Joel pulls out of you entirely. His cock, his finger. His warmth is a distant memory when he stands up, palming over his cock. How did he get hard again?! He would deal with that on his own time.
Your moan is choked out, thighs pressing together for any sort of… something. A release, a grind. You’re left panting and begging, your tits perky and heaving for him.
“What did I say, little girl?” He climbs into his clothes, one button up at a time with his flannel. “You won’t be cumming for a week with that fuckin’ attitude.”
You’re so lost in chasing a feeling, soon to disappear as it could arrive that all you can do is whimper and nod. “I’m so–” his hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. Spit covers your face, and you hum like a kitten at the feeling of his hot saliva down your cheek, “What did I fucking say about apologisin’ when you’re not sorry?”
You wipe your face, sucking the spit off your thumb with a satisfied smirk. “Fuckin’ loved it, daddy.”
He swallows then, his head shaking in disbelief over how much of a filthy bitch you are. “Yeah, yeah you fuckin’ did. Belong to me now, you understand? Gonna let everybody know what a slut you are for this cock.”
And you would be lying if you didn’t experience a swell of pride in those words. You’d be down each other’s throats again in no time, but the look of ownership that adorns his face over you is too much not to bask in.
“A week?” You study him, eyes wet and round, look up at him and you see his cheek twitch in response.
“Gonna be two if you keep it up.”
You let out a faint sigh, resting your head back on the armrest. “Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl,” he coos, leaning down to press his lips at the shell of your ear. Fingers tucking his cum back in your hole. He relishes in how hot you feel under his fingers.
“hey baby.” i smiled, biting my lip as he turned around.
“hey mi amor.” he walked towards me and gave me a peck on the lips.
i kissed him again after for a longer time.
“baby i need to finish this work out. i’ll spend some time with you after i finish.” he said softly, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
“okay, but can i watch you?” i asked, grinning widely.
“uh, okay?” he laughed confused.
i sat down on on bench near him as i watched as his abs flexed everytime he lifted up the weight.
...and his print.
he had gray sweatpants on, the gray outlining everything.
i was a bit horny,
well, maybe a decently sized amount of horny, and clearly joel didn’t feel the same way or even knew about the dirty thoughts running through my mind, so i decided to let him know.
i slipped a hand down my shorts, starting to pleasure myself, letting subtle but noticeable moans out in the process.
joel clearly heard me as his head shot towards me.
“if you’re gonna do that shit, do it somewhere else.” he stated, clearly annoyed.
“i think im good here.” i moaned while smirking, as playing with his buttons, and mine, was the only way to seduce him.
“leave please.” he said firmly.
i didn’t, but i started moving my fingers faster, and moaning louder.
“fuck daddy.” i whisper moaned, making joel glare at me.
he walked over to me.
“what’d you just say?” he asked, staring deep into my soul while my fingers still entertained me.
“daddy.” i moaned.
he wrapped his hand around my throat.
“i’ll show you who’s daddy.” he whispered into my ear.
How about....Joel Miller with “Breathe through your nose.” for the prompt?
thank you SOOO much mari ♡ what a life hehe. oh i think i can do that
all for you
1042 words | joel miller x reader
rating: 18+ MDNI
warning: established relationship, face fucking (m receiving), blindfold, um erotic asphyxiation for a blip - oops!!!, after care, sharing a bath, size difference, size kink, dom!joel but soft!dom joel yknow, the L word is said
A/N: this is part of my 500 followers celebration running until 9/9 ♡
This was messy. Joel had you flung across the bed with your head dangling, and the blindfold over your eyes made it impossible to tell where he was. But you can hear the heavy thud of his footsteps as they come closer to you and your thighs squeeze together in an attempt to find any sort of purchase. You were already getting dizzy.
“This for me?” You don’t mean to jump when his thumb circles your mouth, but you can’t see and your senses are on overdrive – everything going to your center. You swiftly invite him into your mouth, hot and wet and a vice for anything he has. He knows that, and utilises it skillfully. He pulls his thumb back, stifling a grunt when you pop off of him.
“All for you.”
It starts with the sound of metal, his belt unlatching. Then the unzipping of his jeans. You swear you hear the sound of skin slapping skin, but any thought is replaced by the salty taste of precum that covers your lips like gloss. You rapidly lick over your lips, making contact with the head of his cock and you borderline coo at the mix of feelings inside of you.
Then, he paints the head of his cock back and forth on your pliable lips, mutters praises of the plush set of lips in front of him before exploring your mouth – slowly at first, then all at once.
And to feel him, to taste him, with the blindfold is intense. Your mouth pulls wider than you think it does when he’s buried to the hilt of your throat, and you have to flare your nostrils out to get a good breath, to not completely sputter all over him. But he doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, he’s more in favour of using you and asking questions later.
So his hips jut forward, slow at first, then a steady fast rhythm and you cough a little – needing to adjust and you push him a little, enough for him to fall out of you as you gasp for breath.
“Nuh uh, you ain’t doin’ that, I’ll tie you up,” he warns, but you kinda like the threat. Maybe you push harder next time. You don’t get the choice to think anymore because he’s got your throat again, cock right in the back of it. “Such a hot fuckin’ mouth for me.”
But really, he’s so big, stubbornly so that your body is rattling to take it.
Not that Joel cares, it makes him more deplorable. Makes him meaner, to see you struggle. He takes his hand underneath his balls to clamp your nose shut teasingly. Your thighs shuffle on the bed and his trifling ass chuckles.
“Aw, breathe through y’er nose, baby,” he’s so menacing – so mean as you struggle for air, your senses overcome by the sawing of his cock down your throat and an inability to breathe through your nose because of his strong clamp. And god, you love it, you love being used like this, but it’s getting to be too much – you tap his thigh and he’s quick to let go and even quicker to pull out of your mouth.
You’re gasping, drooling, practically drowning in precum and saliva.
“Colour, darlin’”
“Green,” you choke out, and before you can even get your bearings he’s shoving inside your throat again, his hand overtop of it as he fucks you. You’re gagging, spit spilling over your eyes under the blindfold and you can sense he’s close just by how he tastes. By how the swell of his cock is getting bigger, if you could imagine it. Your jaw burned deliciously.
“Shit – so fuckin’ good for my cock. M’right there, sit tight.” your eyes roll back behind the cloth now that you’ve adjusted, now that his hand tightens around your throat as he uses it. All outright, yet symbolic – he owns you. Owns this throat, owns you enough to use you when he wants. And you, you want to be good for him. You want to lie still enough so he can work himself in the suction of your willing mouth, but hum muffles praises to send vibrations all throughout the length of him.
“Fuck – fuck, honey! I’m cummin’, perfect… fuckin’...,” Joel is too busy, too preoccupied to even finish his sentence because before you know it his hot seed is spilling inside; strong and bitter, right down your throat. You swallow repeatedly to quell it from coming out of your nose, and once he’s done, he pulls out of you. You can breathe again.
---
Once the blindfold is off, Joel runs a bath for you. Picks you up and strips you bare. His eyes are soft as they dance over your figure, his large hand folds out of your to take and you step inside the tub. The perfect temperature, filled with scents you told him you liked.
He may not use them for himself, but he pays attention. He wants to be a part of what you like.
“S’this okay?” And fuck, for someone so determined to be dominant earlier, he looks so shy. So soft, his curls sticking to his forehead.
“Wish you were in here,” you mutter, blinking with wide eyes at how fucked your voice sounds – you both giggle your reaction, though yours is a little more hoarse.
“Y’think we can both fit in there?” he raises a brow at you, and you look over his broad frame. The length of his shoulders, his body so firm and solid and you nod. “We’ll make it work.”
So you shift your body forward, and he scoots behind you once he strips naked. It’s slow, and the water tempts to spill over, but he eventually can rest back and you lean back in response. A deep belly hum comes over him and you do the same.
“S’nice,” he whispers, palming broad strokes over your petite shoulders in comparison. Water sloshing, you rest your head back on his shoulder.
“I love you, Joel.”
“I love you,” he noses your hair, arms around you protectively, “my whole world.”
You know he means it. You close your eyes, letting the warmth of the water surround you both.
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joel miller
dancing a dangerous game series (joel x f!reader)
this series is inspired by "cowboy like me" by taylor swift, and is set in post-outbreak au where joel is a survivalist (think bill, but a little less committed). the reader is a lone raider with a past, and chooses joel's home to stalk and steal from. though not the smartest decision, tenderness unfolds between the two of you, catching you both off guard.
⟡ part one (5.5k): when you stalk joel’s cabin for the third day, you get interrogated by none other than joel miller himself.
⟡ part two (5.6k): joel is a survivalist who (after putting you in your place™️) has invited you to stay at his homestead for one (1) month.
⟡ part three (6.8k): within your second week at joel’s, there are things you are forced to look within yourself. joel helps you through it.
one-shots
⟡ "the perfect storm" (1.4k ~ joel x f!reader): after a boring, rainy morning of joel working from home, you stay nestled in your shared bedroom to have some fun on your own. you’re pretty sure you’re quiet about it.
⟡ "the soft animal of your body" (812 ~ joel x reader): you were working on a hobby, but got distracted by joel’s cheeks.
⟡ "my special toy" (10.2k ~ joel x f!reader): after a rough couple of weeks, joel decides you need the day off.
requests
⟡ "only daddy that'll walk the line" (6.2k ~ joel x f!reader): based in jackson, you have the unfortunate predicament of being friends with tommy miller and hating his brother, joel – and you have no problem in letting either of them know that! until one night you are brought to joel’s doorstep.
⟡ "extra credit" (6.2k ~ professor!joel x afab!reader): professor miller invites you to his house to go over your failed paper.
⟡ "heat lightning" (6.5k ~ sub!joel x f!reader): you've told joel to wear his glasses or contacts repeatedly, still he doesn't listen. you're sick of it.
javier peña
soft spot for trouble series | (hbf!javi) - javi x f!reader
after a dinner party at your house, a simple game ignites a falling out between you and your husband. who happens to be javier peña's best friend. needless to say, things get messy.
⟡ part one (6.3k): tw: drunk sex. javier peña is back from colombia and decides to spend some time with you and your husband, his best friend since college. after telling a story you know nothing about, an argument ensues between you and your husband, and you get drunk… both on whiskey, and on javi.
⟡ part two (6.8k): after waking up in javi– peña's house, guilt rushes you. after discovering another truth about your husband, you wonder if your marriage is salvageable.
frankie morales/santiago garcia
all i wanted was you series (frankie morales x santiago garcia x f!reader)
a queer friendly series
this is a series of different moments in the life of the reader's relationship with frankie morales and santiago garcia.
⟡ at my fingertips (2.3k): you, frankie, and santi are celebrating your one year anniversary in costa rica after everyone ignoring their feelings for each other for three years – though frankie and santi for way longer.
this series is inspired by "cowboy like me" by taylor swift, and is set in post-outbreak au where joel is a survivalist (think bill, but a little less committed). the reader is a lone raider with a past, and chooses joel's home to stalk and steal from. though not the smartest decision, tenderness unfolds between the two of you, catching you both off guard.
⟡ part one (5.5k): when you stalk joel’s cabin for the third day, you get interrogated by none other than joel miller himself.
⟡ part two (5.6k): joel is a survivalist who (after putting you in your place™️) has invited you to stay at his homestead for one (1) month.
⟡ part three (6.8k): within your second week at joel’s, there are things you are forced to look within yourself. joel helps you through it.
one-shots
⟡ "the perfect storm" (1.4k ~ joel x f!reader): after a boring, rainy morning of joel working from home, you stay nestled in your shared bedroom to have some fun on your own. you’re pretty sure you’re quiet about it.
⟡ "the soft animal of your body" (812 ~ joel x reader): you were working on a hobby, but got distracted by joel’s cheeks.
misc requests
⟡ "only daddy that'll walk the line" (6.2k ~ joel x f!reader): based in jackson, you have the unfortunate predicament of being friends with tommy miller and hating his brother, joel – and you have no problem in letting either of them know that! until one night you are brought to joel’s doorstep.
⟡ "extra credit" (6.2k ~ professor!joel x afab!reader): professor miller invites you to his house to go over your failed paper.
I need a big motherfucker who can manhandle the shit outta me like a rag doll. Who won’t let me breathe until he says so.
I need firm reassurances! I need to be told my pussy’s the best he’s ever had, that big girls drive him crazy, I’m perfect as I am and he’s not stopping until I agree with him.. I won’t🤭Not at first, not until I’m begging him to stop and even then I don’t want him to. I want to be ruined!
