Summary: You find yourself sharing a hotel suite with Pedro Pascal while working on the set of Fantastic Four: First Steps. Despite your different roles—he’s the star, and you’re behind the scenes. Nothing could ever happen between you two… right?
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader
Warnings: Age-Gap Romance (Not Specified), Eventual SMUT, Crush, FLUFF, Slight Angst, Trope(s), Swearing, Anxiety, Lots of Cliches, Cheesy Dialogue, Romance, Kissing, Real People Fiction, Cameras, Paparazzi, Social Media, Swoonworthy, One-Room Trope, They were roommates, Strangers-to-Lovers, Actors, Hallmark Tropes, the reader can sing and play guitar, the reader is shorter than Pedro, the reader has hair, Alternate Universe, Awkward!Reader, Shy!Reader, Fan Girl!Reader, Cringe, Embarrassment, Celebrities, Starstruck,
Main Song: It Could Happen To You by Laufey
CONTENTS:
Chapter 1: Hide Your Heart From Sight
Chapter 2: God, I’m Actually Invested
Chapter 3: The Air Buzzes Whenever You're Near
Chapter 4: Everybody Wonders What It Would Be Like To Love You
Chapter 5: As If The Street Lights Pointed In An Arrowhead Leading Us Home
Chapter 6: I Keep These Longings Locked In Lowercase Inside A Vault
Chapter 7: What Are You Doing To Me Now?
Chapter 8: He Got My Heartbeat Skipping Down 16th Avenue
Chapter 9: The Silver Lining's I'll Be There With You
Chapter 10: You Should Be Mine For Life
Chapter 11: Coming Soon
Chapter 12: Coming Soon
Chapter 13: Coming Soon
summary: joel wants you to sit on his face— you think you’re far too heavy for something like that.
pairing: joel miller x fem!reader
includes: SMUT 18+, face sitting/cunnilingus, dom!joel, i wrote this with an age gap in mind, but it isn’t really specified so make it up girlies, a bit of spanking, slight insecure!reader, pet names (honey, girlie, baby, babygirl, sunshine) a tad of a daddy kink (i’m sorry, it’s me, what do you expect?)
a/n: sorry i’ve been gone again, i’m back in my pedro pascal phase and this just came out of nowhere lol. let me know what you think. dividers credit goes to @saradika-graphics <33
“Quit your whinin’ and sit the fuck down.”
You were hovering over Joel’s face, thighs twitching and burning from their position, careful not to bump any part of yourself into him— too scared to fully sit yourself upon his face like he had so desperately asked for earlier in the day.
“Joel— m’too heavy,” you muttered, cheeks heating, shifting your weight from knee to knee and hands on the headboard, knuckles whitening from your firm grip.
He lifted a big palm against the cheek of your ass in a sharp, searing slap, quelling your whirring thoughts for just a moment, the burn of his hand print thick and heavy upon the globe of your ass.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he growled, teeth clenched, eyes boring into yours from underneath you and you would’ve frowned at the sight of the protruding pudge of your belly when you looked down, but the constant smoothing of his callused hands against the soft rolls and swells of your body had you stifling it.
“Now listen here, honey,” he huffed, shifting his face to the side to press a few spongy kisses to the thickness of your thighs. “I ain’t gonna tell ya again.”
Joel was firm with his words, the low timbre shooting throughout your core and flooding your folds with a surge of arousal.
“Y’gonna take a seat, and y’gonna ride my fuckin’ face till I say you can stop, y’hear?”
“Joel, I—Ow!”
Another spank, on the other cheek this time, but just as hard, the print blooming in the shape of his calluses and the ring on his finger.
“Girlie.” The fond pet name was now a word of warning, almost daring you to disobey him. “Sit, now.”
You swallowed thickly, and with a shaky breath you lowered yourself down, easing onto his handsome face, the broad slope of his nose prominent against your slit, and you gasped at his deep inhale, breathing your scent deep into his lungs, almost savouring it before nudging your clit with the tip of his nose.
Your lashes fluttered, threatening to close once he mouthed a kiss to your pussy lips, teasingly sucking your folds into his eager mouth, careful to avoid your poor, puffy clit and keep you on edge.
“Look at this pretty cunt, hm?” he cooed, gruff and thick, muffled slightly from between your thighs and beneath your soft belly. “She’s been beggin’ for this, baby and you’ve been keeping her from me.”
His tongue peeked out from between his lips, swiping a long, fat stripe from your slick, fluttering hole, to the engorged jewel of your clit.
“Oh!” You whined, threading your fingers through his thick curls, tugging slightly once his lips enveloped your pearl, suckling it into his mouth, humming into your heat, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout your cunt and you moaned out at the feeling. “Joel, fuck.”
He pulled back only slightly, brow raised and eyes dark and glistening— a big palm squeezed at the fat of your ass. A little warning.
“Language.” he clicked his tongue, turning to nuzzle into the thickness of your thigh, biting into it with dull molars and sharp canines, urging another wave of slick to surge your poor cunt.
“S-sorry!” You squeaked out, nails scratching against his scalp the way he liked as a little apology. “Keep going, please.”
You could feel his smirk against your flesh, tongue swiping at the marks he bit and sucked into the sensitive skin of your thighs.
“There she is,” he hummed, “now ya beggin’ for it, aren’t ya, baby? Knew you’d come around some time.”
Joel dove back into your cunt, lapping crudely at your hole, picking up silver strings of arousal on his tongue before lolling it over your peaked clit— smacking kisses to it, practically making out with your poor pussy whilst humming happily into your heat.
“Just needed some persuadin’, huh, sunshine?” he spoke into your pussy, voice muffled and barely legible through your hazy brain. “Just needed your ol’ man to eat this pretty pussy from down here, didn’t ya, babygirl?”
You cried out, nodding profusely at his filthy words and personification of your cunt, tears ebbing at your waterline and slowly easing over.
“Been havin’ so much trouble with my damn back— just layin’ here while you ride my face is so much better, sugar.”
Knowing your man wasn’t in pain, that his usual achy back and knees were quelled and sated by his current position, instead of the place he so often took between your legs with a hunched back and sore knees, had you relaxing somewhat.
‘Makin’ y’daddy a happy man, baby,” he groaned, fisting at the fat of your hips, leaving you tight and secure against his face. “fuckin’ dripping down my throat.”
You could feel the tightening in your belly, coiling throughout your insides, warming you up and leaving you panting, fisting at any part of him you could find.
“J-Joel,” you panted, chest heaving up and down, up and down, nails in his scalp, in his shoulder blades, even reaching behind you at his thighs. “so close.”
Your speech was clipped, lips stuttering and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth.
“Ah ah,” he shook his head, lips still suckling at your clit after every other word. “None of that, you ask for daddy’s permission— you know what to do.”
You whined again, long and drawn out, bucking your hips and huffing out— there was a warmth upon your cheeks that blossomed, creeping down your neck and teasing the tips of your ears, all shy now when asking your man to cum.
“Please, Joel,” you sighed out, thighs squeezing at his ears, clamping him tight underneath you. “can I cum? Pretty please?”
“Please, what?” He huffed, gruff and quick, tongue lolling and rolling over your spit-slick clit before thrusting the pink muscle into your quivering hole. “Ain’t got all day, hon.”
“Daddy— please, daddy! Need’a cum.”
“Atta girl, such nice manners— taught you good, baby girl. Cum f’me.”
tags: mdni!! smut, age gap (30s/50s), first time anal, tinsy bit of pain but pedro is soo sweet, fluffy pedro, bf pedro, rimming, pussy eating, anal fingering, unprotected p in a sex (don’t do that cos we don’t want any stds this halloween), clitoral orgasm and anal creampie.
summary: you ask pedro if he’d like to try something different in the bedroom.
it was the kind of morning that just made everything feel easy.
no schedule, no shoots or filming, just the white sheets wrapped around the both of you and pedro to yourself.
it was rare really — having days like this. pedro — your boyfriend — worked too damn hard for his own good, always having a shoot to attend, a set to be at or an interview to go to. a man like him with a public image like that rarely had time to spend with his girl, but this morning things were different, and you had something on your mind.
pedro was still asleep, sprawled out on his stomach, bare biceps on display and an arm thrown lazily across your waist as he snored softly into the pillow, a habit you’d grown to love about him despite your misophonia.
you gently removed his arm from your waist, rolling him over onto his back and smiling softly when he grunted at the movement in his sleep.
you took a second to just admire him. relaxed, sleeping, yours. his hair was mussed from bed, his tanned face screwed up a little from whatever dream he must’ve been having. you reached over and ran a hand through his messy curls, scratching gently at his scalp and watching the way he leaned into your touch like a purring cat.
you swung a leg over his hip, straddling him without putting your full weight on him. you leaned down and kissed around his chest, kissing a circle around one of his nipples. “wake up,” you whispered, smiling when he groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open.
“mmm,” he hummed softly, shaking his head no.
“mhm,” you nodded, kissing your way back up to his mouth. you pressed your mouth to his own, being met with a soft groan. “wakey wakey.” you mumbled against his lips.
“mm,” he pulled back and squeezed his eyes shut. “i’ll wake up if it’s you telling me that we’re staying in bed all day.” he offered stubbornly, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.
“well, it’s something along those lines, actually. just a little.. less lazy.”
that made him crack an eye open.
a cheeky looking smile crossed his face as he rolled you both over, climbing on top of you with a grunt. “really?” he chuckled, looking like a damn kid in a candy store. “what kinda something were you thinking?” he asked, resting his chin on one of your covered breasts.
you flushed, swallowing thickly as you suddenly felt extremely nervous about what you were going to ask him. he was your boyfriend and you’d been together for almost two years now yet you still hadn’t the balls to ask him to fuck your ass straight up.
it was different, taboo even, doing something as out of the ordinary as this. you giggled and brought both hands up to cover your face, shaking your head in embarrassment.
pedro barked out a laugh, peppering kisses around your clothed chest and smushing his nose into your t-shirt. “please tell me — pretty please?”
“it’s embarrassing.” you whined.
pedro sighed through his nose and reached up to peel your palms away from your face, being met with your red cheeks.
god, you were adorable.
“c’mon, tell me. it doesn’t matter what it is, I promise i won’t laugh.” he said gently, his wide, playful smile drifting into a much softer, coaxing one. he brought one of your hands to his face and pressed a kiss to one of your knuckles.
you huffed, taking a breath to stabilise yourself a little. “okay. but before I say it, i promise it’s okay if you aren’t into it, it’s just.. i’ve never done it before and i thought it’d be fun.” you breathed.
“okay..” he replied, coaxing you to continue.
you brought a hand down to run through his hair, almost as if you just needed something to keep your hand busy to stop the overwhelming embarrassment you were feeling about asking this fucking question. “i was just wondering if you’d wanna try like.. anal? like I’ve heard it can feel really good if you prep properly and.. have good technique or whatever.”
pedro blinked, not put off just clearly not expecting.. that.
he wasn’t opposed to it, god there was nothing he’d love more than to try it. but there was always that worry about not doing it right and hurting you somehow. that would be last goddamn thing he’d wanna do. but then again, it wasn’t his first rodeo. he had done it before with some other people before you and.. no complaints.
you both weren’t complete strangers to butt stuff after all. matter of fact, sometimes if pedro had you on your belly while he was eating your pussy, sometimes he’d slide up and give your asshole a teasing lick or gentle kiss. or if he was fucking you in doggy style, sometimes he’d slick his finger up and thumb at your ass a little. and you seemed to enjoy it, clearly a lot considering you wanted him to go all the way with you.
“well?” you asked a little impatiently, clearly stressed about his silence.
“shit, yeah, sorry baby. i was just thinking.” he apologised, pressing a kiss just over your heart. “i mean, if this is something you seriously want to do, i’m totally behind it. but I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
your throat tightened a little at how sickeningly tender he always was with things like this. always putting your comfort first.
“i promise it’s what i want.” you whispered.
pedro smirked, stroking the apple of your cheek with his thumb. “well, you know i’ll give you anything you want.”
“you’re sure?” pedro asked for the thousandth time as he kissed his way down your lower back. you were now sprawled on your hands and knees, t-shirt off and in just your cotton panties from last night as pedro pressed some extra kisses around your hips, still in his attire from last night which included just a pair of boxers.
“absolutely positive, pedro.” you replied with a giggle, appreciating his checking up all the same. it was nice to know that there wasn’t any rush. that you could both take as much time as you needed and that you didn’t have to hesitate to stop him if you felt you needed to.
“okay,” he whispered, settling on his knees behind you and gently tugging on the waistband of your underwear. “can we take these off?”
you let out a dreamy sigh and arched back into his hand. “uh huh. yes please, baby.” you muttered, knowing he needed to hear your words.
“good girl.” he praised before trailing your underwear down your backside and thighs until you were completely bare for him — pussy and asshole uncovered, your pretty opening glistening with arousal that must have been building all morning, your other hole practically winking at him.
“you’re so beautiful back here, baby,” he murmured, spreading open your cheeks and leaning in to press a kiss to your already-slick clit. “wanna eat your pussy and pretty little ass before i get started with my cock. does that sound good?”
“yeah.. sounds so good.” you heard the click of a plastic bottle open — the lube that pedro had picked up a while back that you’d both barely used. it was cherry flavoured, which you found kinda cute. at least then he could taste you while slicking you up. you also found it adorable that he’d picked your favourite flavour in candy for the lubricant.
pedro shook the bottle a little before pouring out some of the oily liquid over your asshole and pussy — not that your cunt really needed it, you always succeeded in making a mess for him. you moaned at the feeling of the hot oil spilling over your most intimate areas, the tingling sensation of your asshole when the oil settled into it.
pedro leaned in, taking his time in licking a stripe all the way from your clit to your tight, relatively untouched ring of muscle. he lingered there a little — flattening his tongue and moving his head around in circles. you clenched a little at the still pretty foreign feeling but when you felt Pedro’s hand travel up to the back of your thigh, stroking the skin there every so gently, you released that tension, letting out a breathy moan as you allowed yourself to feel that tingling sensation as his tongue licked around your hole.
his hand came up to your clit, gently rolling ir between two of his fingers as his tongue lapped up your asshole. the double stimulation was enough to make you drop your head into your folded arms, back arching into his face while he ate you like a man starved.
“oh, pedro,” you cried softly, feeling him trail his lips back down to your aching core and latching his lips around your clit, suckling gently while circling your asshole with his thumb. “feel’s so good.”
“i’m so glad, baby,” he murmured against your cunt, pressing his thumb a little harder to the taut ring of muscles. his thumb managed to slide past that ring with the lubrication from before. it was no more than inch if even but still felt a little sharp. more of an achy sting as he held his thumb there, giving you some time to adjust and focusing on that bundle of nerves. suckling and flicking it with his tongue. “just wanna work you open a little, okay? I don’t want you to be in pain.”
you let out a sharp breath but quickly relaxed into the feeling, distracted from the stimulation on your sensitive clit. pedro took the opportunity to slide the rest of his thumb in, being met with barely any resistance from your now relaxed muscles. “jesus, baby. been waiting so long to play with this ass.” he moaned, pulling back and letting a drop of saliva fall onto your clit. his hand came down on your ass in a playful, gentle smack and he watched as your cheeks jiggled from the impact.
you giggled into your arms but your laughing was cut short when you felt pedro wiggle his thumb a little in your asshole. the sensation was so much different than vaginal penetration. it felt.. full and sensitive. like every twitch of his finger could make you collapse in the best way possible. surprisingly, there wasn’t any pain but you were almost sure there would be when pedro used his cock to stretch you.
he wasn’t huge, relatively average — probably around six inches when he was hard, but he had some girth to him. he was thick and sometimes if you both spontaneously decided to fuck, you would struggle with the stretch of his cock head.
but you knew pedro, and you trusted him with this. he was always patient when it came to sex — never rushing.
“want you t’take my ass.” you gasped suddenly, turning your head just enough for him to see your flushed face. he seemed to pause — clearly hesitant to do so just yet.
“please, pedro i know you wanna prepare me a little more but i need your cock so bad and i — ” pedro cut your babbling off, removing his thumb from your ass and peppering gentle kisses around the slightly gaping hole to soothe you.
“shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” he hushed. “i’ll give it you, but i need you to relax, for me, baby. can you do that for me?” he asked, rolling you off of your stomach and onto your back so he could face you.
you looked up at him as he crawled on top of you, taking a second to just take it all in. you looked down at the bulge in his boxers and, god you just couldn’t help yourself. your hand slid down his belly until it cupped his length through the thin fabric of his black underwear. you heard him stifle a groan under his breath. you felt him throb through the layer of clothing, clearly painfully hard from eating your pussy and ass.
the thing about pedro was that he was a pleaser — something he so gracefully decided to tell the whole world in a fucking interview with dakota and chris. he got off on making you feel good. it was just in his nature.
a lazy smile crossed your lips when you felt him twitch in your hand. you pulled down the waistband of his boxers just enough to free his cock and aching balls. the sight could’ve made you drool. you didn’t think you’d ever get used to seeing his cock leak all over itself. “you’re so hard, baby. is this all for my ass?” you asked in that sultry tone that you knew drove him wild.
he choked on a laugh when he felt your hand wrap around his base, giving him an experimental stroke. “shit, sweetheart — it’s all for you.” his lips pressed against your own in a messy, slightly sloppy kiss — his tongue licking into your eager mouth. when he finally pulled back, he was breathless, mouth swollen and eyes wild.
“need to push your legs up for me, baby.” he explained, settling himself between your legs and folding your knees up to your chest, leaning down and and hooking your feet on either side of his neck.
he was lucky you did yoga — folding you up like a goddamn pretzel.
he took his cock between two fingers, notching his tip at your entrance but not quite pushing in, just getting you used to the feeling of that heaviness against your opening. he used his dick’s head to circle around your ring of nerves sending a tingly sensation up your spine.
you dropped your head back into the pillows, a breathy moan escaping your now parted, pink lips. “feel’s tingly,” you hummed, wrapping both your arms underneath your knees.
pedro smiled down at you, reaching over to grab the bottle of lube to slick you up even more. he squeezed the bottle, the cherry oil spilling down onto both your holes. he used his cock to massage the lube into your tight opening and rubbed the excess over his length. “good tingly?” he asked, pushing his hips forward while asking the question, almost as if he was using his words to distract you from that initial stretch.
a sharp gasp was punched out of your lungs at the painful sensation of your opening being stretched around his tip. it was kind of like having freezing cold hands and running them under hot water — that initial shock and burn on your skin that would eventually fade into relief, your body eventually allowing that heat to envelop your skin.
“hey — hey, look at me.” he coaxed, using one of his hands to tilt your chin up to meet his face. he looked and sounded worried. “you okay? we can stop if you need to there’s no pr — ”
“nonono want you to keep going.” you gasped, tears welling up in your waterline. as much as the stretch was uncomfortable, there was a part of you that sort of enjoyed that twinge of pain and sensitivity.
“you’re sure?” he asked, reaching down to press a thumb on your clit.
“m’sure.. please pedro..” you cried.
pedro didn’t waste any more time.
as soon as he felt your muscles relax around his aching dick, he thrusted his hips forward in one, slightly harsh thrust, completely knocking the wind out of you.
you shut your eyes and focused on the building pressure in your lower stomach, feeling the way his cock twitched inside of your sensitive ass. you felt incredibly full, his member pressing against the untouched walls of your butt, stimulating your g-spot — something you weren’t even aware was possible.
one of your hands flew down to the mattress to fist the sheets, needing something to hold onto. “yes, baby..” you whispered, feeling extremely aroused from how intimate yet perverse the whole situation was. it felt so addictive that you wished he could fuck both your holes at the same time. you just wanted to feel him everywhere.
pedro’s voice cracked at the new feeling. “tan jodidamente apretado, nena,” he groaned. you moaned as if you had any idea what he’d just said. he always sounded so sexy when he spoke spanish that he could literally be telling you to hang yourself and you’d still squeeze his cock.
the lube made things much smoother and for a second your mind dipped to how awful it must feel for people using spit. pedro pulled back a couple inches and rocked his way back in — an experimental thrust.
you couldn’t stop yourself.
a loud sob escaped right from your chest. “oh my god,”
a cocky smile looked back at you. “yeah? you starting to feel good now, baby?”
you nodded eagerly. “yeah, yeah don’t stop.” you said in more of a whine than anything. the feeling was still so intense, so foreign that it had your legs trembling, your feet digging into his shoulders.
pedro seemed surprised at how quickly you were relaxing into the feeling. he started to draw those circles that you enjoyed ever so much on your clit, his sole goal being to get you to cum from his dick in your ass.
one of his thick arms wrapped around both your legs as he fucked in and out of your asshole, feeling the way you started to twitch and clench around him. his thumb worked over time on your clit — circling, pressing, rubbing, whatever he thought would feel best in that moment.
“are you going to cum for me?” he asked breathlessly, starting to fuck you brutally that you were sure you’d be a ruin of a woman by the time he was done with you. “gonna cum with my cock in this ass?”
the sounds you were making now were anything but dainty and cute. borderline porn star sounding moans being ripped from your throat. your whole body was buzzing, the headboard slamming against the wall in such a way that made you ever so grateful that you didn’t have neighbours.
“gonna cum, gonna cum on your-your cock,” you hiccuped, tears messily streaming down your face as you felt that familiar feeling in your core.
something you could only describe as a scream left your lungs as the brutal orgasm washed over you. your whole body shook with the impact and intensity of it all, your eyes rolling back in your head as you went silent.
you weren’t even sure what kind of orgasm it was. whether it was clitoral or vaginal, you didn’t know. what you did know though, was that it was the signal most overwhelming climax you’d ever felt.
and pedro was there to catch you.
fucking your quivering hole through it as he now started to focus on reaching the big o himself. “oh my god, honey. just squeezing me so tight. gonna fucking cream this ass, baby. gonna fill you — ”
the next thing you knew, he was flooding your butt with his hot, creamy cum, filling you with every last drop.
it made a tear fall down your cheek. a helpless sob leave your mouth.
you weren’t sure how long you both lay there — it could’ve been hours for all you knew.
pedro had since collapsed on top of you, his cock nestled inside you between those pretty cheeks. he’d let you drop you legs down though so you were comfortable. the gentleman as always.
both his arms were wrapped around your middle, face pressed between your breasts occasionally moving to press a kiss or suck to one of your nipples.
“that was..” your voice trailed off, not quite sure of what to make of the whole ordeal. you were sure you’d both be spending the day in bed eating uber eats considering your.. situation. you were sure that if you even attempted to walk down the stairs you would collapse in a matter of seconds.
pedro chuckled, nosing the soft skin between your boobs. “peachy?”
you burst out in a fit of unexpected giggles. “yeah, something like that.”
okay.. wow. this took fucking years off me. I don’t why I got such huge writers block for such an easy storyline?! anyways, hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are all greatly appreciated! happy kinktober everyone👻🎃
Hi, I hope you have a great vacation! I had an idea of a premise where reader is an interviewer and she has to interview Pedro Pascal. However, it’s obvious that Pedro has a thing for her and it blows up on the internet. Then when they run into each other again they talk about it and laugh and Pedro admits that everyone was right about him having a thing for her. I just thought this was a cute idea and I’m glad that you’re able to take a break and relax :)!
Off the Record
PAIRING: Pedro Pascalx reader
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You’d been nervous about this one , but you’d told yourself that was ridiculous. You’d done dozens of interviews before. A-listers, Oscar winners, infamous directors, chaotic press junkets with cast members bouncing off each other like kids on a sugar high.
But Pedro Pascal is different.
Maybe it’s the way he greets everyone on the crew by name, or the fact that he compliments your earrings before you’ve even settled into your seat, or the way he laughs when you ask your first question , that full-body laugh that makes his shoulders shake and his eyes crinkle like he’s telling you a secret instead of a story.
Whatever it is, it makes you just a little reckless. A little softer than usual, leaning closer, your laugh mixing with his until the whole room feels smaller, more private somehow.
The interview goes viral within hours.
There’s a clip someone posts on TikTok , just the two of you, knees bumping under the tiny studio table, Pedro looking at you like you’ve just hung the damn moon.
Pedro Pascal looking at his interviewer like THAT?? the caption says.
He’s in love, your honor. It’s so over for us. She’s giggling like they’re on a date. WHO IS SHE??
The comments spiral out from there. Your phone pings nonstop for days. Your boss sends you a link with a “well done” and a wink emoji. Your best friend calls you at midnight to scream-laugh into the phone , tell me you’re at least gonna fuck him, please.
You ignore it as best you can. Kind of. You watch the clip too many times, replay the moment he’d brushed his knee against yours and hadn’t moved it away. The way he’d looked at you when you thanked him for coming , warm and easy, like he’d wanted to say something else but didn’t.
Weeks pass. The internet moves on , mostly. But every now and then you still see edits pop up on your feed: your laugh, his soft eyes, the tiny smile he’d given you when you’d told him you hoped he got a break soon.
And then you see him again.
You’re covering a small premiere , nothing huge, a new indie film that Pedro’s rumored to be attached to as a producer. You’re half-focused on your notes when you hear him before you see him , that laugh, again, a little lower than the last time, and when you glance up he’s already looking at you.
“Hey,” he says, warm and a little smug, like you’re an inside joke he can’t wait to tell. “Look who it is.”
“Pedro,” you say, trying for professional but you know your grin gives you away. “Long time no see.”
“You’re everywhere I want to be, apparently.” He gestures to your mic, the backdrop behind you, the bright lights. “You gonna interview me again?”
“Not tonight.” You step closer before you can think better of it, lowering your voice just a little. “I think you broke the internet enough last time.”
He huffs a laugh. “That wasn’t me. That was you.”
“Yeah?” You tilt your head, teasing. “Pretty sure it was the way you were looking at me.”
Pedro’s mouth twitches , that soft, crooked grin that makes your stomach flip. “So you saw that, huh?”
“Oh, everyone saw that, Pedro.” You laugh when he rubs the back of his neck, sheepish but still grinning. “It’s a whole meme now, you know.”
“I know.” He lowers his hand, slipping one thumb into his pocket as he looks at you , softer now, the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Everyone was right, you know.”
“About what?” You shouldn’t ask , you shouldn’t , but you do anyway, because you’re only human and he’s looking at you like that again.
“About me having a thing for you.” His voice is so casual, so impossibly gentle it makes your breath catch. “They weren’t wrong.”
You blink. Open your mouth. Close it again. “Is this, are you,”
“I’m asking if you’d let me buy you dinner, off the record.” His grin softens into something real, something that makes your skin flush warm under the studio lights. “Somewhere with bad lighting and good food, where I can look at you like that all night and nobody gets to film it.”
You shouldn’t say yes. You should think about your job, about the rules. About the fact that you’ve never really crossed this line before.
But he’s standing there with that sweet, crooked smile, hands tucked into his pockets like he’s trying not to touch you in front of all these people , and you know, deep down, you were gone for him the second he brushed your knee under that table.
So you smile back. Shrug, casual, though your heart is pounding like you’re still live on camera.
“Off the record?” you echo, grinning when his eyes light up.
“Off the record,” he promises, stepping just close enough that his arm brushes yours.
“Then I’d love to.”
Later, when the photos come out , the two of you leaving the tiny late-night taco place at midnight, Pedro’s hand at your lower back, your laugh half-hidden behind your hand , you don’t care what the internet says.
You care about his hand warm on your hip in the back of the car, his soft thank you murmured into your hair when you kiss him first, and the way he smiles when he pulls back just enough to look you in the eye.
“Next time,” he whispers, mouth brushing yours, “we’ll give them something really worth talking about.”
And when you laugh, you know this time it won’t just be for the cameras.
warnings: smut, age gap, tension, reader is in her 20s and joel in his 50s, semi public sex, reader wears glasses, not proofread
it takes many job interviews for joel to hire someone until he finds you. you're not the first young thing to apply for the job, not the most qualified either but joel likes how modest you are.
he also likes the way you avoid his gaze if he stares too long, or how you keep pushing your glasses every time they slide down your nose.
those aren't the only things he notices about you because he's become very observant due to his age; it definitely doesn't have to do with some strange infatuation over you, no.
when your hands firmly pull your sundress down if it's too windy, when you smack your own forehead if you mix up the order of the books before switching them again. joel notices that too but it doesn't necessarily mean anything.
“I’ve taken care of the online orders, mister miller.” you inform him as sweet as ever and joel’s crooked smile appears on instinct.
“thank you, sweetheart. you know how people my age are with those machines.”
you're kind enough to shake your head at his response.
“I think you're doing great,sir.” you tell him and it warms his cold heart to the core.
“go home, sugar. I'll close up soon.” he mutters with the same half smile and watches you go but not without wishing him a good day.
during peak season, the bookshop gets naturally busy but to the point where joel and you have to stay overtime.
he doesn't ask it of you but you insist.
“I can't let you do all that by yourself.” you mutter with a faint pout that he wants to kiss away.
“can’t pay you for overtime,sugar—”
“just let me do this for you,sir.” you cut him off and joel doesn't argue further.
that's how his following nights go. you sit together in the back of the store, tons of books and papers surrounding you as you work. you assist him with every single thing he needs and even if you lack knowledge in some parts, you learn it for him.
peak season ends, the bookshop is quiet and your shift ends but you somehow still sit at the back of the store instead of going home. joel sits across you while holding a bottle of beer in his hand.
“a girl your age should go out with friends and have fun, not rot in here with me.” joel tells you with a hint of amusement in his tone.
even if he's right, you do not agree.
“I like it here, it's peaceful..” you explain and as usual your gaze doesn't linger on his. you look away when joel doesn't and it makes the man smile.
“I like it too.” he mutters after a while and tips his head back to down the rest of his beer.
there's hidden intent behind his reply, or maybe just the feeling of wanting to say something more, but joel keeps quiet. whether you notice it or no, you don't say.
joel doesn't pride himself to be the best boss but at least he's a good enough one. that's what he tells himself when your most recent ex partner marches in his bookshop to cause a scene but joel sends him back with a bruised eye and some vulgar words.
it's probably the first time someone has stood up for you like that but it's more special because it comes from joel.
whether it's out of gratitude or suppressed emotions, joel thanks whatever high power has led him to the back of the store again with his body slumped on his chair and you straddling his lap.
“mister miller.” you moan as you sink down his cock, taking him inch by inch until you're fuller than ever.
his calloused hands wrap around your plush thighs and fondle the skin greedily, loving how it spills between his fingers. whatever you're not proud of, joel touches it like it's a treasure.
“I’m a man, not a boy.” he growls when you hesitate to move on him, afraid of crushing him beneath your weight. “fuck yourself on my cock, baby. come on.” one of his hands slaps your ass possessively and his words alone are good enough to give you the confidence that you lack.
once you start moving, it's over for him.
his thighs flex beneath your weight and his cock twitches within you as you ride him, taking him in so perfect.
“so good. my sweet girl. my favourite girl.” he whispers against your cheek and you melt while swaying your hips faster.
his hands clutch harder at your thighs as you bounce on his cock, buzzing with heat and need for more.
the sound of skin slapping, as well as the wet noises that emit with each slide of joel’s hardened cock inside your folds makes everything better. “so wet. you're coating my cock with it, sugar.” he says through gritted teeth as his fingers dig harder into the skin of your ass.
he slaps it once, then twice.
“mister miller!” you cry out when a particularly hard thrust is delivered straight into your sweet spot.
joel buries his face into your neck and grunts as your walls tighten around his cock, claiming his every inch. “so sensitive. bet your boyfriend didn't know how to fuck like this.” and he's probably right by the way your pussy drools and squeezes around him, sucking him in for more.
his lips find your neck and he marks it unapologetically, biting and sucking on whatever skin his mouth can reach.
when he pulls away and presses his back against the creaking chair he's graced by a sight better than any other.
joel watches you ride him, stares as your tits bounce before his face and your crooked glasses struggle to exist because of the force of his thrusts below you.
he definitely can't last long after that and he uses his strength to shove you on the table and tower over you. only then does he realize the pathetic state of your sundress, butchered up around your waist like it's a belt. he slides his cock inside you again and you whimper softly.
“knew you were made for me ever since you walked through that door.” joel growls while fondling your breasts with both hands, his mouth merely occupied with the tender skin on them.
your hands reach for him, gripping the back of his shirt as he fucks you. you're not used to being given things, only to give them yourself. and this much pleasure is overwhelming but it's good because it's joel giving it.
a particular shift of his hips helps him to slide deeper and the sensation causes you both to moan in unison.
“I won’t last, sweet girl.” he croaks between the space of your breasts while sucking one of your nipples into his mouth.
you can say the same as the stimulation brings you closer to the edge and your eyes can barely stay open at some point.
his hips follow a fast and intrusive pace, and every time joel’s hips collide against the back of your thighs it makes your skin jiggle. you feel embarrassed but not for long as joel drags his lips against yours.
“the prettiest girl. there's nothing better than you, sweetheart.” joel whispers and you kiss him before he does.
your mouths melt so perfectly, your noses brushing intimately, and if joel could bring you any closer he would.
“there.” you beg against his lips when the tip of his cock hits that perfect spot within you.
“here?” he asks teasingly and makes his thrusts purposely rougher. your legs shake around him and he does it again. and again. and again.
the bookshop is filled with your cries and begging. “i’m coming— I can't—” you mumble incoherently but joel gets it as he speeds it up.
you watch his hand disappear between your bodies and you don't question it until you feel that excellent brush of fingers against your clit, accompanied by his savage thrusts into your weeping pussy.
“joel.” his informal name falls off your lips so well and he has to remind himself to breath when you say it as you come around his cock with a cry.
it takes everything in him to not spill everything within you right there.
“where? where, baby?” he asks as he grounds his hips and hopes you'll get it.
“I'm on the pill.” you so graciously tell him while squeezing your thighs around his waist and joel nearly says thank you because of what a desperate bastard he is.
it only takes a few more thrusts for him to let go and come inside you, his hands abandoning your breasts to pull you down by your hips.
your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel every drop pour into you and fill you up. it briefly shocks you that he's still coming — he's still filling you up with his seed and groaning against you.
“there’s so much.” you mutter breathlessly as he nuzzles his face against yours. joel simply hums and uses one of his hands to caress the bare side of your hip, keeping you relaxed.
“we’re not opening tomorrow.” he tells you in his usual tone of authority.
“it’s thursday.” you tell him.
“good day to go out and eat,yeah?” joel pulls back enough to look at you and he stares at you knowingly. his words bring a smile to your lips, one that he wants to treasure forever.
you nod then, giving him your acceptance.
“yeah. it is a good day to eat out.” his hand moves from your hip to fix your crooked glasses with a fond expression. the glint in his eyes speaks louder than any sentence.
“maybe you should keep your calendar empty for this month. or year.” his words amuse you but you're aware that it's far from a joke — he isn't asking. your eyes regard him as gently as always and you smile that way just for him. “yes mister miller.”
Warning:insecurities(Joel is getting old), rough sex, dubious consent, pet names, strong language and violence, male receiving, female receiving, bondage, cowgirl style, overstimulating, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, Joel is a whimperer, kidnapping(twice in the same day), forced marriage? Joel belly mentioned, enemies to lovers ish? Reader’s appearance, age and name is not mentioned or specified. Joel is a dildo. Joel is a survivor!
Summary: Joel gets kidnapped and used like a toy, and best of all, he gets the save a hoarse ride a cowboy treatment.
Words: 3K
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He was surrounded by seven men, all pointing their guns in his direction. Joel knew better than to try and fight back, he’d get a punch in, only to get shot down. That’s not what he needs right now, he needs to get back to Jackson and back to Ellie.
One of the men asked for his name, a common courtesy, too courtesy for this situation if you asked Joel, but he entertained the idea, why not? If he was gonna go out, or take them out, they’ll know to leave him the hell alone next time.
Two others stepped out of the way slightly and you walked past them, now standing only a couple of feet away from Joel.
He looked you up down, a slight glare on his face as he spoke “I don’t want trouble.”
You chuckled at that, “Oh but I do.”
He raised a brow at your words and was about to question you when he was suddenly grabbed by two of the men, holding Joel tightly as a grunt left him.
“Then what the hell do you want lady?!”, Joel questioned you with a bit more anger than intended and a sly smile spread across your face.
“A toy”
Joel stopped struggling as he looked up at you with wide yet concerned eyes. In his knowledge that could either mean a test subject where he’d get cut open or a damn slave, neither being good in this world.
He scoffed and struggling slightly against the two, “Well in that case ya can just shoot me, I ain’t becoming some damn lab rat!”
You stared at him and smirked “Oh you think you have a choice, mister Miller?”
You look at the men holding him “Drag him back to base, and don’t speak to my father about this, this is just between us and then I’ll make sure you’ll all get double your salary.”
They immediately pulled Joel along as he struggled against them, an accessional jab from a barrel of the rifle, putting him in his place.
After walking through the woods for what felt like an hour to Joel, they arrived at a very small base, the fences were high, a few houses could be seen.
You all walk in and the men holding Joel looked at you expectedly. Your eyes met Joel’s uncertain eyes for a second before looking at the men holding him.
“Take him to my room.” was all you said before walking away.
Meanwhile Joel was staring to rethink on those options that he had made, maybe he was wrong as he was pushed into a somewhat a building and finally into your bedroom.
In his shock and daze he was pushed to the ground and left there before the men walked out with mocking laughter.
Joel looked at the now locked door, his hands searching for any weapons, knives, anything that could help him out but it was already confiscated from him.
He stood there in silence as he looked closely at the bed and saw handcuffs on the headboard, his eyes wide with suspicion and questions.
Joel walked closer and in his distracted state did not hear or see you walk in the room.
He slowly turned around with a scowl before two hands pushed against his chest as the back of his legs gave in against the bed. Before he could push back, his wrists were cuffed against the headboard.
He looked up at you with a wide eyes “The fuc-?!”
You shushed him, “Don’t worry I’m not gonna go rough on you…..too much, you’re old.”
Joel scoffed a bit, "Hm, what are you gonna do with me? Whatever you do, can't be any worse than some of the stuff I've been through."
You chuckled, “Well eh, I’m pretty sure you’ve never been through this before.”
He looked back at his cuffed wrists before glaring back at you, awaiting an explanation.
You sighed and sat back onto his thighs, “You see, I’m very needy and like I said, I need a toy and I’m not gonna stop until you either give out or your dick falls off.”
You traced your finger along his jacket as his eyes went wide at your crude words, with slight horror and something else he wasn’t gonna admit out loud, arousal but especially concern.
Joel wasn’t your standard young man anymore, even he came to accept it. He wasn’t gonna complain about it. He can’t even remember the last time he had taken the time to touch himself, maybe once or twice if he wasn’t on edge from almost getting killed but this was way out of his range and capabilities, as embarrassing as it was to admit.
Joel gathered his thoughts, “Wait wait wait wait-" He tugged at the cuffs a bit, trying to struggle against them, but the cuffs were on pretty tightly. “I-I don’t think I can, sweetheart.”
You smiled “Oh come on, you’re a man with experience!”
He shook his head, “Not to mention, old. I can’t even…get it up right” , he admitted with embarrassment.
You laughed as he looked away “Just take what I give, mister Miller, can I call you Joel? I’m gonna call you Joel, mister Miller seems too formal for what I’m gonna do to you.”
He laid his head back into the pillow with concern. You immediately undid his belt that was pushing against his belly before pulling down his pants and underwear, his shoes going down with em.
A gasp left him as the air hit his bare lower body. You slowly spread his legs and Joel immediately closed them with a small glare. You glared back “Be good Joel or I’ll shoot your dick off instead, take a pick.”
He grew slightly worried and spread his thighs reluctantly. You smiled and gave his inner thigh a kiss “See that wasn’t so hard”
His cock stirred up slightly from your attention, cursing to himself. Your hand slowly wrapped around him, slowly moving up and down as short breaths left him.
Joel’s eyes shot wide open as a loud gasp left his mouth when you suddenly took him in all the way, your lips pressing against the hair at the base of his cock. Your mouth sucked him hard and his cock quickly grew stiff with the new found attention.
He could only watch with wide eyes as you sucked him like a damn straw, little whines of protest leaving his mouth, too much and too fast.
You smiled and started moving your head up and down, drool dripping past your lips and onto his hairs as filthy sounds of your slurping, filled the room.
His eyes watched your every move, he’s never felt this hot and filthy at the same time. You kept your focus on your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you’re wetting his dick as much as possible.
Joel couldn’t even remember the last time he got head, yes he had a few sucks here and there from ex’s but that was it. They always expected him to do the work, not that he minded it, he liked being in control and controlling the pace.
His ex wife wouldn’t even suck him off though, unless he ask and begged her nicely, only getting a few tugs at his dick before he had to do all the work. Thats how it’s always been, doing all the work and then being ungrateful for it, leaving him on the edge like that as he quietly tugs at himself to relieve some of the pressure.
But he wasn’t that young champ anymore. For crying out loud he can’t even last more than one round anymore when he’s by himself. If his younger self was here, he’d probably laugh at how easy he has become.
A tight suck around his tip, made him snap out of his thoughts and threw his head back while his hips thrusted up to get more of your sweet lips.
You glared at his distracted gaze, hollowing around his sensitive tip as another gasp left his trembling body “O-Oh shit!”
You groaned around him, the vibrations tingling his lower belly before you pulled away “You focus on me, only me, Joel”
He looked at you with slight disappointment and arousal, not saying anything as he breathed heavily.
You scoffed before taking off your clothes, if Joel wasn’t hard before, then he’s definitely hard now. He could only ogle at your form before looking away in shame, truly pathetic what a perverted old man he’s become.
Your fingers quickly unzipped his jacket and opened it “I should have probably taken your clothes off before hand, meh, doesn’t matter now.”
Slowly you pulled his shirt up, making sure to drag your hand over Joel’s soft belly and chest as he shivered. As soon as his shirt was rolled up to his neck, you leaned down and kissed his lower stomach, slowly making your way up as your other hand pulled on his dick.
He could only watch with half lidded eyes, his insecurities taking over as you gently kissed him, small breaths leaving his lips as Joel closed his eyes, his hips jerking against your tugging.
You lined yourself up with him, your dripping pussy swallowing him in with ease. Joel watched as you slowly lowered yourself down on him, a deep groan leaving his lips.
A satisfied sigh leaves your lips as you take him all the way, your clit rubbing against his hairs “So good~mmm” your eyebrows pulled together in concentration as you focused on his cock, pushing against every spongy part inside of you, just right.
Joel watched you closely, his hips rocking slightly, trying hard not to just give in and fuck up into you.
You slowly dragged your hips back and forth, trying to catch a pace. Soon enough your slow grinding turned into a full on bounce of desperation for some relief as you moaned out softly “Joel!~”
Joel on the other hand was clenching his teeth and pulling on his restraints as groans fell from his lips, his eyes shut tightly as your slick walls sucked him in deep. “S-shit sweetheart! Oh, Oh wait~! Oh!”
He threw his head back and planted his feet into the sheets as his hips started thrusting up into your clenching pussy.
A surprised gasp left your throat as the thrusting from his hips and the grinding of your clit, quickly made you reach your peak. Your body shuddered as you clenched around him.
Joel groaned softly as he pumped his warm cum into you, a breathless sigh leaving his lips as his legs gave out and laid flat against the bed.
His eyes were shut tightly and breathed softly as tiredness started creeping into his old body.
Suddenly a continuous rise and fall of your hips made his eyes snap open and a whine of protest left his lips. You shushed him and gave him a displeased look before going back to ridding him.
Joel breathed heavily as your walks worked his now sensitive cock, his tip twitching in pleasure as you continue to use him like a toy.
“Fuck sweetheart! I can’t! I-Oh~oh” Joel could only lay there and take it as you moaned out his name.
Your ass grinds against his tightening balls as his tip pushes against your womb and a white ring forming at the base of his cock. He looked at you with concern and pleasure, feeling his lower belly tightening up again, sweat falling from the crook of his eyebrow.
He moaned out softly as he shot out another warm load. You whine softly as you grind against him at a new angle, working him through his orgasm as his started tugging on the cuffs in protest, overstimulation taking over slowly.
You however ignored him and continued to bounce on him continuously, his limp cock twitching in protest as Joel whined out, “Please have mercy!”
You quickened your pace, head thrown back “Joel~oh yes, one more, give me one more!~” your swollen clit being rubbed by his hair perfectly as your lower stomach tightened up, Joel could only shake his head in protest as his cock hardened again.
His tip splurged small drops of what he had left and looked at you with a begging expression. You groaned and slammed your hips tightly against him, his hairs tickling your clit as his balls tighten up against his wishes, his frame trembling at the stimulation.
Your grinding became more harsh as you neared your orgasm once more, soft moans of his name falling from your lips as his cock is pushing in deeper, a breathless moan falls from his lip as his balls emptied out and shot thick warm cum into you once more.
You work him through his orgasm as you threw your head back in bless before tightening around him harshly, a whine falling from his lips as you work yourself through your orgasm.
The roll of your hips came to an agonizingly slow stop as you looked down at him.
You both started at each other in silence, a tired, half lidded look on his face. You leaned down and kissed him gently, a kiss he desperately returned as his hips twitched against you.
You took that as a sign to continue and started bouncing your hips again, Joel shook his head in protest “Fuck! No no please, ah~ no wait! Use my face but fuck! Please I can’t it hurts” he admitted with a small pleading look.
You stared at him for a moment before pulling off him, a groan leaving his lips. You place your thighs on either side of his head before lowering onto his mouth that gladly started sucking on your puffy clit.
You let out a shaky breath and held his hair with your hands, his facial hair tickling against you.
His tongue quickly made its way into you, slurping and curling against all the right places. He looked up at you with focus and determination as you neared your peak again, your walls tightened around his tongue that seemed to have suddenly sped up and curled against that sweet spot inside you.
His nose pushed against your puffy nub continuously as your legs started shaking “O-oh yes, Yes Joel!~”
His groan only added to the pressure before you curled up and rode out your orgasm. He worked you through it slowly before you pulled away.
Joel watched you get off the bed with slightly shaky legs, you walked into the bathroom and started filling up the tub. Joel only laid there in utter shock and bless as tiredness started creeping in.
Suddenly you walked back out and took something out of the drawer before walking towards him. He looked at you with tired eyes as you suddenly start to open the cuffs.
“No sneaky shit” you gave him a warning before he sat up with a grunt, rubbing his wrists slightly as he looked up at you with those innocent puppy brown eyes.
You sighed and walked into the bathroom, a slight signal for him to follow. He took off his shirt and jacket, following after you with a slight limp in his walk.
His eyes fell on you sitting in a bathtub, he suddenly became a little self conscious when you looked at him.
You voiced cut through the silence, “Well get in while the water is still warm.”
Joel just gave a nod and got in and sat between your thighs. You stare at his back for a second and he leaned back slowly but suddenly stopped, you glared “Don’t you dare-“ before you could finish, Joel suddenly knocked out you with the back of his head.
Joel quickly bathed and felt bad and quickly washed you before draining the water. He hurriedly dried himself off and got dressed.
He stared at you, still very much knocked out and sighed softly. Maybe it won’t be too bad having company when he gets back to Jackson. Besides Ellie has been bothering him for years about getting a girlfriend, “Teenagers” he scoffed softly with a smile before it turned into a smirk.
You slowly woke up on a bed far more softer than the one you’ve grown use to. A grunt left your lips and placed your hands on your head where Joel had head budded you.
Your eyes snap open “That son of a-where the fuck am I?” You looked around the cozy yet unfamiliar room. You quickly got up from the bed and stumbled towards a window, your eyes going wide when you read the sign [Welcome to Jackson].
Your eyes snapped open in horror “Fucking Jackson?!” Suddenly a familiar voice could be heard as Joel walked into the room “Nice huh?”
You glared at his smirking face “I’m gonna-“ Joel shushed her “Now now, you ain’t back home and unfortunately for you I got many…..I have friends here in Jackson and they’ll shoot without needing to be asked, so be nice sweetheart.”
You scoffed and clenched your fists onto the jacket that you woke up in, your eyes glanced down at it, realizing it was his.
Your body turned to look out the window with a look of disbelief and crossed your arms. Joel walked closer and wrapped an arm around your middle gently. You sighed softly “You are such an ass, so what now?”
Joel smiled “Says you” you looked at him and he just shrugged and stared out the window “Well I kinda told everyone you’re my girlfriend…and that we’re getting married soon so if ye try and run away, they’ll think you’re ill and will bring ya back to me”
You slowly turned your head to look at him, he looked at you and gave you a smile.
“YOU SON OF A B-!”
Meanwhile Ellie and Dina looked at Joel and you through the window. Dina smiled with a concerned look “I’m happy that Joel finally found someone, but eh, if you ask me that’s a lot of slapping coming from her.” Ellie shrugged “Well from the magazines I’ve found in his closet, he might just be into that.”
Pairing: NoOutbreak!Joel Miller x Reader ft oc Stella Miller
Summary: Stella is just shy of one, and she finally fits in the snow outfit your sister-in-law got her. Joel is eager to make his little angel a snow angel.
Word Count: 166
Warnings: Fluff, lots of fluff.
A/N: Thank you @jaymee-draws for helping me expand the universe of Stella Miller and her dad Joel Miller, also for letting me use your art in this board! Sorry it’s been so long since I posted, life is life and you know how it goes.
Joel helped Stella pose beside the snowman Tommy and Heather's little girl, Ariel, had built earlier in the morning. Tommy was making faces at them from behind you as you pointed your iPhone at them, Stella laughing and Joel smiling.
It was the first major snowfall of the season, with about 4 feet accumulating overnight. Joel had woken you this morning with a cup of coffee, a kiss to the cheek, and asked if you guys could take Stella outside in her pink snowsuit, which her godparents had gifted her. You had agreed.
Joel handed Stella off to you as he got up and sat down on the ground, confusing both you and Tommy, while making the little one laugh. When Joel lay back, you joined in on the laughter when you realized he was going to show the barely one-year-old how to make snow angels.
As Stella grew, the more adventures you went on, and you found yourself loving motherhood with Joel at your side.
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