I fucking love the whole watchers protecting joel and creating wild life for him theory (forgot who originally made this but once I find the post again I'll update this with credits to them:]) Because do you know how pissed they must have been to get not a single bit of bloodthirst, anguish or anger, or any any reaction they were able to feed on? He was content and calm and laughing around with the ghosts when his trap didn't work. The watchers wasted their energy on the mad dog, the wolf. Without realising that he had domesticated himself.
warnings: smut, landlord!joel x fem!reader, y/n is a scholar, joel loves to eat!, face riding, cliffhanger, dirty talk, age gap, semi-perv!joel
a/n: hi my babies !!!!! i am back (for now) .. i started this a while ago and finally finished it :3 as usual, not proofread. and i’m also working on another fic. i just love this oldie so much. hes so southern and sexy. expect more of this! love u! enjoy ;)
“g’mornin’. y’know rent was due last week, right?” your landlord spoke to you once you opened your front door, his thick southern drawl rolling out his throat and right between your thighs.
his arm, resting on the doorway of the entrance to your apartment.
thick muscles rippling through his tight grey flannel as his hand and forearm relaxed just over his head.
joel threw you a not-so serious look, his tone was absentmindedly sarcastic, eyes waiting for whatever excuse you would conduct this time.
you were eye candy to him, he always thought you were the prettiest on the third floor.
far too young for him though. or so he thought.
“oh, mr. miller, i’m so sorry. exams came up and it totally crossed my mind,”
“i’ve just got so much going on.” you pouted, holding into the edge of your door, looking up at him as he surpassed your height, batting your lashes and sticking out your bottom lip, flipping your hair off your shoulders.
letting the strap of your tank top slide off just a tad.
there wasn’t a smile on his face. but his lip did twitch slightly, almost hinting at one.
he shook his head in shock at the extents you were willing to go to. “i can’t keep extending these deadlines, y/n. you know this.”
he knew all about your little game, the flirting, pouting. fuck, the bare shoulder? tight shorts? you knew just exactly what you were doing to him.
and he was all for it.
“it’s unfair to people who actually, do, pay their rent.” joel said in a low whisper, letting out a dry chuckle at your absurdity.
you couldn’t help but suck your bottom lip between your teeth, gripping the wood on the door at the way he was speaking to you.
voice so deep and just fucking sexy, speaking to you like you were some idiotic bimbo who didn’t know shit.
but you were incredibly into it. his hard, chiseled face and low eyes staring right at you and not past you.
a doe-eyed look was plastered on your face, keeping your soft, pillowy lips in a pout as you stared at him.
he looked as if he was still trying not to budge.
eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.
the silence made your head hurt and your heart punch through your skin.
“maybe i could… pay you back in,”
you swallowed dryly, suddenly breaking the strong eye contact to think harshly about what you were going to say.
“i could pay you back in a different way.”
silence.
his brows raised in surprise, but his eyes sprung low with enlightenment.
“if ‘m assuming what yer insinuating, sugar; doesn’t my age… intimidate you?” he whispered, the lower his voice got, the thicker his accent grew. the sexier he sounded. leaning in just a bit too close for comfort.
he was intrigued.
if anything, joel has always been fond of you. since the day he handed you the keys to your one bedroom.
since he caught you sliding your clothes into the washing machine of the public laundry, bending over just a tad too much,
your oversized shirt with no pants under leaving nothing for his imagination.
leading him to tug one out in his office at the idea of holding your sheer, lacy panties to the side and sliding you down on his fat cock.
nice and slow.
“why would it intimidate me? i think it makes you ten times sexier, mister miller.” a soft bite on to your bottom lip, and he caught on quick.
the way you practically moaned out his last name made him twitch in his washed out jeans.
joel miller was always known to be a swift man.
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feet shifting amongst the carpeted floor, one following the other, crashing into one another.
his hands roaming under your skimpy outfit, aggressive kisses and heavy breathing.
you squirm underneath him.
leading him towards your bedroom that was parallel to the front door which stood across the house.
your back came to harsh contact with the plaster on the door, his hand stabilizing you, grabbing your thigh and pulling it up by your knee.
all movement came to a still, his mouth scoping down your neck.
a throaty groan of approval leaving his lips as he tasted you, the peppered hairs resting on his chin tickling your soft skin.
it’d been a while since you got any.
since your most recent break up, actually.
a long-term relationship and he wasn’t ever all that good in bed, to be honest.
so the way joel was helping himself with you but also catering to your needs, had your knees buckling and a pool quickly forming in between your legs.
soiling all through your panties. all wet for him.
his hands were strong but polite, it made everything ten times more intimate than it really was.
with a blank mind and quiet noises, your passionate thoughts quickly came to a halt at the feeling of thick, calloused fingers teasing you gently in between your thighs.
joel quickly hummed in appreciation. “already so wet f’me? what a good girl.”
holy shit. no one has ever spoken to you like that, ever. so you reacted with a quiet whine. embarrassed at how quickly your body reacted to his touch and words.
a gasp leaves your mouth, grabbing instinctively onto his broad shoulders.
your sudden desperation earned a familiar smile from him, hand gripping your thigh to spread your legs apart.
joel’s lips continued their way down your neck, slipping slowly over your chest until he reached your navel.
his fingers tugged at the strap of your shorts, sliding them past your thighs.
they made a stop at your knees and it wasn’t too far after until your lacy panties followed along.
while his hands were doing this, his rough mouth was sloppily kissing down your stomach.
teasing and tongue-slapping against your thighs.
you couldn’t take it any more, whining and rutting your hips against nothing while he teased you mercilessly.
“m— mister miller. please…” you begged, throwing your head back against the door, eyes shut tight. unable to even look down at what he was doing to you.
the name earned a grunt of endorsement from him, you could feel his lips shift against your skin.
he dove right in, worshipping the delicious taste on his tongue.
a shock wave spiked through your entire body, causing your hands to grab full of the locks on his scalp, mouth wide open and eyes closed.
leaving you to rely on only your four other senses. which made everything feel so much better.
he kept moving his jaw, lips parting in a pattern. slow and ravenous, in ways that no one has ever done to you before.
his mouth worked absolute wonders, in sweet-talking but also in absolutely ravishing you.
your eyes were abruptly wide open, as if they were about to bulge out the sockets despite their frequent time being shut.
with one more flat stripe across your slit, you started to feel a white-hot sensation in your stomach.
he seemed to love the taste. low groans and moans into your cunt, gripping your thighs the more he ate you.
his eyes were never shut. looking at your pretty arousal or up past you.
every time his rough nose bumped against your clit, you were rutting against it, in hopes of any friction to make you cum just right.
and that's exactly what happened.
you were so soaked. from your own arousal but from all of his saliva.
joel was more than focused on making you feel good. causing two digits to tease your, waiting for approval to be inside of you.
“c’mon, doll. lemme feel you.” he groaned into your pussy as a rough, thick finger slid inside of you.
caressing your plush walls eventually, another one could fit.
he was knuckles deep, stretching and pushing as deep as he could.
“g’nna cum… m- mister. i’m— fuck—” your head was spinning, his fingers were curving, hitting a spot you didn’t even know existed.
his lips were stuck on your clit, sucking for his life and gliding his fingers inside of you. “‘s it, baby. cum on m’face.” his voice echoed through you, muffled, but you could hear everything clearly.
you could feel everything.
the band in your stomach snapped and you were riding out an orgasm that made your heart pound against your chest, your eyes were rolling back, lewd mewls spewing out of your mouth.
coming down from your high, you realized just exactly who was in between your thighs. holding your hips to keep you steady, still respectful even after just devouring you completely.
a soft noise left your lips as he ducked his head down, kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder.
it was relaxing, comforting, somehow. he was so gentle, contradicting the rough feel of his callous hands.
“i… i’ll try and get that rent to you by next thursday.” you mumbled, feeling a little guilty and embarrassed of the state you were in.
he was still somehow so stoic, but he manages to huff out a laugh. shaking his head. “i’ll cover you again, but i can’t promise i’ll be this nice next time.”
it sounded more like a threat than a promise, his honey sweet drawl mumbling against the shell of your ear.
you wanted more.
craved more. but it felt selfish to even insinuate or ask for it. so you stayed silent. trying to hold your best poker face.
he clocked onto your very readable expression, smiling almost to himself at how easy you gave yourself away.
“if ‘m not mistaken, i’d think you ‘n i weren’t done here.” joel wanted you to agree. wanted to bend you over against the wall and fuck you senseless. he was pussy-whipped after just half an hour.
the dilation of his pupils made all the color in his eyes dissolve into pure darkness, replacing all life with lust.
it made you blush, along with the feeling of tight denim pressing against your upper thigh. it was flattering to say the least.
a man twice your age practically pining for you. sudden, but it made your ego grow twice in size.
“i think you are mistaken.” you couldn’t let him know how much you wanted it. couldn’t let his head get too big.
you swore you almost cracked a smile out of him. one day you would.
even if it meant having his head between your thighs over and over again.
i’m heading to bed!! here’s one last sneak peek of sensational, my joel x innocent!f!reader fic that will hopefully be finished and posted tomorrow night sometime!!
Early sketch of the 4 joels :)) I've had this idea for a while so I'm happy to finally start on it!!
From left to right: sniffermyfeet, smallishbeans, lazybeans26, and editor joel
The sketch is still very messy, and smallishbeans Joel's face is terrifying rn but I'm happy with it! (BTW, lazybeans26 has a camera head cause I believe that account was used to record time-lapses and stuff, but I could be wrong lol) I don't know if I'm gonna add anyone else, the only other versions of joel as I can't really think of any other versions of him to add maybe ethofan girl joel?? But I'm not sure.
