Oh Joel Miller's smut majesty, could you please comment how our dearest DILF would react if reader got to wear thigh highs socks?
Why yes of course, my lovely. I most certainly can comment on this idea of yours 😏.
Okay, so I think that Joel would take a double look when he sees you wearing them for the first time. It's something new for him and maybes he's a little confused as to how/why thigh socks can be so sexy. They're just socks, but now that he knows how sexy they look on you, he wants to see you wearing them almost all the time.
Andddd, of course I thought of a little scenario when I first read this ask from you and had to type it up. I'm a hoe for Joel - always, so I couldn't help myself Nonnie. I just needed to see this little scene in my head in writing hehehe.😏 I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Joel's POV. Reader being a subtle tease. Surprise boner? (Joel being a little embarrassed about his boner) Dirty talk. Mentions of Sex and Self-pleasure. Hints of Joel being Rough. Fade to black sex.
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The soft thumping sounds of your feet walking across the laminated flooring first caught Joel's attention and when he tore his eyes away from the book he was reading in the lounge, the piece of clothing you decided to wear this chilly November evening was the second thing that caught his attention - all of his attention.
The man even took a double look and blinked his eyes twice to see if he was seeing things clearly because he's never seen you wear thigh high socks before. It's foreign to him, something new, but is he complaining about it? Yeah, actually. He does have a little complaint about them.
"What are you wearing?" He calls out and holds the groan stuck in the back of his throat. Abandoning his book and now using his free hands to hold them over his crotch instead, the only reason Joel has a little complaint about this new piece of clothing of yours is because he has never felt a physical reaction so quick before. They're just socks...but goddamn do they look so good on you and it's stirring something fierce between his legs.
"Thigh high socks," You reply blanky over your shoulder while fixing yourself a hot cocoa. "It's getting colder every day and sometimes I just don't want to wear pants. You know how it is-" You move towards the cupboard, reaching for his owl mug. "-Want me to make you a hot cocoa too, babe?" You ask.
"Yea-no, no," He stutters, choking on that groan in his throat. "I already have some tea here, darlin'. Thanks." He follows your movements like a hawk, tilting his head to the side and drinking in the image of your legs. The socks are white, just plain and simple, paired with one of his grey sweaters. It's big on you, but unless you stand straight and don't move around too much, it keeps everything above your thighs concealed. For example, the white panties you are wearing underneath that he's almost certain are thongs because there's just so much ass showing when you lean over the counter slightly to reach for the sugar.
When you stand up and straighten your back again, his sweater drops down and hides what he's staring at so fucking hard, which is giving him a raging boner. But there's no escape because now he's back to staring at your thighs in those socks again, back to sweating bullets over his own dirty minded thoughts of grabbing handfuls of the exposed meaty flesh for leverage as he pulls you onto his cock. Jesus. Joel hasn't felt this desperate since you wore that little two-piece lingerie for him last summer, but that's different. Lingerie is supposed to be sexy, but socks aren't... right?
"Are you playing with me, girl?" Joel finally asks. He couldn't take it anymore, especially not after you leaned over the counter again, this time making no effort at all to keep anything concealed from his hungry eyes as the sweater rode up your ass and your purposely arched your back. You did. He knows you did it purposely and it's driving him crazy too. Makes him feral.
"No." You turn abruptly, insulted by his tone of voice. "What's the matter with you right now?" You ask with furrowed brows, and he swears there was a little tug on the corner of your lips, as if you were fighting the urge to smirk, but he couldn't tell for sure. Not this far away.
So instead, the man just narrows his eyes and plays it cool - for now. "N-nothing... You comin' to join me?" He asks, to which you nod and exit the kitchen with your hot cocoa in hand. Joel turns to face to TV now and suddenly becomes aware of the large tent in his sweatpants. He keeps one of his hands held over his crotch, hiding his embarrassment for being turned on by so little exposure from you. He usually has a lot more composure than this, usually has the ability to control himself better, but those thigh high socks of yours are something new to him: something he wants you to wear while he fucks you until he's breathless.
Walking by him and setting down your cup onto the table, the amount of steam flowing out from the beverage makes his face contort with worry. "Babe, that's way too hot-" He looks at you now, shaking his head, "-When do you plan to drink it? Tomorrow?"
"Hm. I like it when you're sarcastic." You mumble, nostrils flaring as you stifle a giggle. "But to answer your question, no, I don't plan to drink it tomorrow." You move to take a seat and catch him off guard when straddling his lap instead of sitting beside him. The man huffs out a heavy wanton breath, laden with arousal and sexual frustration as you remove his hand away from his crotch and replace it with your burning heat. "Until my cocoa cools down, handsome-" You look up into his hungry brown eyes, hazed with passion and lust. "-We can have some fun."
"I knew it." Joel growls, his eyes dragging up and down your body as he reaches out to slip his hands up your legs and grip your thighs. "I knew you were playing with me, girl. Barely covering yourself up, wearin' these socks and my sweater with that pretty little white thong-"
"And bending over the counter for you to see my ass," You cut him off and finish his sentence confidently with a cockiness to your tone of voice. "Yeah. I did all that Joel, and then some." You dangle the bait, hoping he'll take it - which he did.
"And then some?" He tilts his head mockingly while pulling you over his bulge to ease some of the ache in his cock. "Enlighten me, darlin'. What do you mean by that?" He asks, to which you have great pleasure answering for him by lifting the sweater to show the mess you left in your panties. The soaking wet mess. "This is what I mean-" You pout jokingly with big doe eyes. "-You were reading your book and I was horny, so I just took care of myself upstairs, only..."
"Only it wasn't enough." The man answers for you this time, taking the words right out of your mouth as he was absolutely correct. It wasn't enough; it never is when you pleasure yourself. Sure, it helps ease some of the frustration, but most of the time it just leaves you a whining mess for more. So, the thigh high socks and the subtle teasing was your plan to get what you want, and it worked magnificently.
"Those hands aren't as big as mine, huh?" Joel asks rhetorically while rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb over your thighs. "I'd usually ask what you want, but not tonight, doll." He removes one hand from your thigh and slips it inside his sweatpants instead, freeing himself eagerly. His cock springs back and slaps his lower stomach, beads of pre-cum already leaking out of the angry red tip before he swipes it up with his finger and brings it to your lips. "Open." He says coldly, not asking, but ordering you to.
You open your mouth and take his finger inside, humming contently at the salty taste of his desire on your tongue while maintaining his direct line of sight, as if wordlessly testing his patience with only a simple look in your eyes. "So," You whisper seductively as he pulls his finger away from your lips, "How is tonight different, Joel? Enlighten me, darlin'. What do you mean by that?" You throw his own words back in his face, using them beautifully to push his buttons in the very best way.
"Oh..." He chuckles deeply and drops his gaze between your legs to pull your panties to one side. "Look at you, Y/N. Acting so confident and full of yerself...Well, tonight's different because I'm gonna take what I want and make you cum so much that you'll beg for my mercy, girl."
"Joel, don't tease me with a good time-" You bite your lip, pushing one more button before rendering yourself to his every command and whimpering through his punishingly pleasurable process."-Actions speak louder than words, big boy."
You want it. You need it - need it all. Need him to fill you so much that it drips out of you for hours, leaves a lasting ache for days and a memory for you to look back on with a hankering desire to do it again. You want Joel to be rough. Want him to use your body like his own personal little fuck toy. You went out on a limb and just guessed that he might like these thigh high socks and you were right.
Only you were surprised to learn just how much he liked them as the night progressed after multiple rounds of sex, plenty of breaks in between, and your hot cocoa was cold and completely forgotten about.
Yes, my lovely. I still write for game Joel and I'm eager af to get back to writing stories for him hehehe!
At the moment all of my attention is directed towards When Two Worlds Collide for the Joel Miller and Arthur Morgan cross-over series. I haven't been posting/updating lately because this series is currently somewhere around 50k words and it's a lot of beta to go through, and I still have one more chapter to go before it's finished lol.
Hopefully, sometime next week I will finally upload the masterlist then start posting the chapters daily. There's still a humungous amount of stuff to write - because rdr2 is massive game - but I'm leaving those parts open for asks/oneshots and drabbles in the future.
🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your mentions, anonymous or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻
Ahhh, thank you so much for asking me this, Lily. It was a fun question and I really enjoyed answering it for you ❤️.
I can read, write, speak and understand just enough Cantonese to do my job as a kitchen assistant. While this is something I'm really proud of - especially since I learned it quickly - I would love to learn the entire language so I can hold an actual conversation that doesn't revolve around food lmao! Plus, I would love to surprise my co-workers by chatting with them in Cantonese fluently. That would be nice 🥰.
I fractured my femur when I was six years old. It was an accident, but the doctors at the hospital accused my mother of doing it to me because it was considered a rare injury to sustain, especially at the age I was. She didn't do it of course. I slid across a wet floor and slammed my foot into a step while my leg was completely straight, thus causing the fracture. I'd go into more detail about how it happened, but I'm trying to keep these random facts short haha. 😂
I'm the second youngest child out of 10 kids. 6 brothers and 3 sisters. (2 half brothers, 1 half sister). The eldest is 40 years old, and the youngest is 19. I'm pretty sure I've said this before, but all of my siblings (apart from me and Tony) have a middle name or they're named after something/someone. Also, Tony is mixed-race. Is that the correct term to use? I just say he is half Chinese whenever someone asks. 😊
Anyways, these are three random facts about myself, and a little about my family too lol. They're all crazy little fuckers and I honestly don't know how my parents coped with us all under one roof at one point. But it was a whole lot of fun growing up hahaha.
OMG I FUCKING LOVE THAT ARTHUR'S HELLA BIIII GIRL I LOVE YOU bisexual Arthur needs more representation
Eeeek! I’m so happy you enjoyed that detail in WTWC, Nonnie. 🥰
I firmly believe that Joel and Arthur are getting frisky with each other in my series. It just felt so right to add that in there about them, but I have to admit that this is the first time I’ve ever written something like this before, so it’s a slow progress into the M/M relationship dynamic.
This right here is why I cannot leave this series with only 8 chapters. There needs to be more. I need more 😩. I want to write about their first kiss in a oneshot then fill in the gaps of the story so far. And even write more about what happens after the last chapter.
Mark my words, I ain’t done with this series yet. We’re gonna get ourselves some full blown shameless smutty loving sex between Joel and Arthur… maybe even reader can watch them in the act of making love 😏.
This question is a little random haha, but I like it.
The secret I shall reveal today is that I took a shower at the very last minute before work and didn't have enough time to brush my hair. So I just threw it up in a bun - still damp might I add - then placed my hair net over my head and rushed to work. I finished my shift half an hour ago and I've still not brushed my hair 🤣.
love to see your writing again!! missed you a lot hope thing have gotten better for you ♥️
C’mere Nonnie. Come closer to the screen. 😚 ily 😚
Thank you so much, my dearest. I actually don’t want to jinx myself and say things are goo— yeah, I’m not taking that chance lmao. 😂
I’m well. My writing is steadying out to a somewhat normal pace again. What ever normal was is the first place lol. I have a scheduled fic sitting in queue. It’s called Hush, and it’s for our main fictional guy, Joel Miller 😏. I’m working on two stories for Arthur Morgan at the moment too.
I’m glad to be back to the writing as well, Nonnie. I’ve missed being able to open a google doc and just type away without issue. Thank you so much for sending this ask into my blog! I hope all is going well with you, have a lovely day/night, stay safe and much love,
If you are searching for an artist, try searching for Acarines on deviantart. She is a very talented one
Hey.
I've actually found an artist for my commission, however, I'll keep Acarines in mind as I'd like to get more artworks done for my stories in the near future.
