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Ow!

Joel x reader

a/n: Was bored, wrote this. 👍🏻Never posted a fic before sooooooooo

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“ow!” You widen your eyes at him, with warning this time.

“well, if you keep still it won’t hurt as much.” You roll your eyes, “thats the type of shit you say to keep me quiet”.

“well, it’s obviously not working, now just hold still only got two more left.”

You squirm under his touch, his giant hand that is literally keeping you down on the couch with his bicep pinning you, keeping you still.

“Ow!!! You’re doing hard on purpose now.”

“There we go, last one!” He kisses your sweet butt cheek, followed with a slap. “Ow!”

“you love picking at my butt spots don’tcha?” you look over your shoulder at with a puzzled look.

“just cause I get my hands on these meaty cheeks, my darlin. And, because I can…”

He digs his teeth into flesh.

“Ow!”

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🥀My Weird, Sweet Girl🥀

Story two

Jackson!Joel x f!reader

Summary. Youre back in your graveyard tending to the garden, playful!Joel not fuckin helping.

Warnings: is it being set in a graveyard a warning? Is having sex on a grave a warning? Smut. Bickering :)

Yes, this was definitely dress weather. Your outfit wasn’t fancy, black skater dress with a trail of buttons from top to bottom, your knee high socks and your boots. Thank God there’s a breeze, your hair is sticking to your forehead, you’re sweating everywhere. You’ve been working on your garden for the past two hours, you look up to Joel, he’s standing a few feet away, still messing about with that damn thing.

“Are you going to fucking help me or you just gonna play with that hoe?” You scowled, sweat dripping down your face,

“Hey now…That’s no way to talk about yourself, darlin.”

You tsk and roll your eyes. “I don’t have time for this, Joel. Just go, look for bugs or something.” “Look for bugs?” He replies, “what am I, 6?”

“Well if the tiny shoe fits, ma boy“.

“I finished me’hoeing,” a boyish smirk appears on his beautiful face, “what else did you want me to do?”. You scoff, “oh my god, were you even listening?”

“I saw you talking but when you look all fine, dressed like that, I get distracted, only got yourself to blame, my sweet, teasing me with those goddamn socks of yours” He pulls a face all smug like he’s won something.

“Yeah sure it’s my fault you’re a horndog. God, you’re always so horny.”

“Well you always look so yummy so can ya blame me? I can’t help it!”

“Just go put all the stuff back in the truck please, we can head back soon, I’m almost done.” You just had to pick a few more weeds, replant some flowers and then doooone.

“Ya know-“ hes leaning against a gravestone, watching your butt jiggle every time you pull out a weed, smirking, “—I think we would have been friends before all this,..actually, I think I would have been a love sick puppy following the goth girl around.”

Oh that’s precious, but pure bullshit.

“Oh bullshit, you would have took one look at me, gruff, made a jackass comment then walk off.”

“Yeah true, but you would have worn me down like you did here, annoying the hell outta me with all your weird shit, but-“ he says, as he sees your lips part to defend yourself, “—im glad ya did, made me realise just how fuckin delicious you are and what a dumbass I am.”

Well you can’t argue with that…or can you?

“Yeah I had my work cut out for me with you, oof, talk about a stubborn old dog. I mean Jesus Christ Joel, talk about emotionally constipated.”

“Yeah well, you were a stubborn, weirdo.”…wow ouch.

“And now look at us, huh”-You gesture to your surroundings, “-bickering in a graveyard.” He bends to grab your waist and pulls you up, circles his thumb on your hip, his sweaty chest damping the back of your dress. “C’mon my weird, sweet girl. Let’s fuck loud enough to wake the dead.”

Well that made you stop dead in your tracks

“Ok, who, the fuck are you and what have you done with my Joel miller?!-”

You’re mockingly looking around the place, “-you know him right?, grumpy, moody, an asshole, sometimes. Is this like invasion of the body snatchers or some shit? Cause I gotta tell ya—“…you lean your head back, ghosting his ear and whisper, “—I’m kinda into it.”

He pulls away to look at you, brows deeply furrowed. “What the hel-what does that even mean?”.

“Oh I don’t know, you’re the one who’s trying to body snatch me for gods sake.”

“No I’m the one who’s trying to fuck you in a graveyard, darlin.”….Ooo ‘Darlin’. You clench on nothing.

You start to laugh, “oh my. Such a gentleman, I’m so lucky” the sarcasm just oozing out of you. He digs it but swats your ass, “Hey now, I think I treat you real nice, missy.” His Texas drawl always comes out thick when he’s defending his southern manners. “Oh yeah, real nice, ‘Let’s fuck loud enough to wake the dead’.”

“Dya not wanna?”

“Oh no, I do, I’m just making you work for it, Miller.”

“Why?”

“Cause look at you all desperate, baby.” feeling his bulge against your ass, tightening in his pants.

“M’not”

You start to walk off, “Oh, ok then, so I’m just gonna go back to doing the weeds and you ca-“, before you can even finish the sentence, he lifts you up, back to his chest, caging himself around you. “Now now my love, you’ve been working so hard here, I think we deserve a break.”

You scoff, “um, we deserve a break? You haven’t done anything.” Your face is scrunched, he looks at you and laughs. “Hey looky here, did some hoein, didn’t I?”

“Sure” you scoff, squirming in his grip, “if pretending it’s a sword for an hour and then pretending it’s a walking stick for an hour is you doin some hoein, then suuuure you hoed…..slut.”

He drops you to your feet, taking you by surprise then spins you to face him and drops to his knees, hands sliding up your thighs to your waist and he twists his fingers in your panties, “down they go.” as he slips them from your feet. You massage his dark curls as he slides his hands up your dress to grab your ass, guttural growls as he kneads your cheeks in his massive hands, he pulls you down onto your back, a pathetic little yelp, bouncing from your chest as you land.

“Jesus Joel, warn a girl first”

“Are you kidding me? I can’t waste time, you see all these damn buttons I gotta undo? I could just pull it ove-“.

“Nope! You’re undoing the buttons since you love pushing mine so much, sugar.” He loves this sassy side of you, “ok, if that’s what my baby wants, then so be it.”

He gets himself comfortable, resting on one elbow while he takes his other hand and starts to unbutton your dress, such a talent how easy they pop open, such precision.

“Alright now, who we got?”.

He looks at the gravestone above your head, still unbuttoning so casually:

RIP

Rosemary Edwards

1903-1953

“Well hello Rosemary.” He says tipping his imaginary hat, “we’re just gonna use this space if you don’t mind. Thanks darlin”.

You ain’t got no choice here, he’s ready and willing to go. Apparently you’ve been teasing him all afternoon in that “little dress you’re wearing”. It’s a plain, black dress you protested. “You still know what you do to me baby, and those fuckin socks.” JHC. Any fuckin excuse.

Eight buttons down, he’s slithered his bear hand under your dress to grab your tit, kneading it hard, circling your nipple. As he’s grabbing it he’s letting out strained growls, like he’s holding himself back, “baby, just so fuckin perfect, so soft.” He leans down and circles his tongue around your peaking nipple, “taste so fuckin sweet.” You stick your chest out, giving him more, “aw so sweet of you my love, giving it all to me.”

He bites at your nipple tenderly making you wince out a pained moan. “Joel, cmon don’t tease, don’t make me wait.”

Without further ado, feral Joel miller ladies and gents. He yanks you up to your feet and pulls up your dress over your, “fuck these buttons.” It flies away somewhere, he drags you to him and plants a hard kiss to your neck, then turns you around and bends you over the cold gravestone. “Oh baby look at you, fuckin perfect like this, this ass, and this little bud right here, you’re all fuckin wet.” He’s frantically unbuckling his belt with one hand and keeping you in place against the stone with the other, “don’t you move darlin, stay right fuckin there.” Pants are gone.

He pushes his swollen tip through your wet folds, nudging your pulsing clit when you least expect it, making you whine. Fuckin tease. “You ready for me, baby?” He says it so gruff that it makes your cunt clench, “oh, baby girl like that did she? Likes it deep-.”

He pushes in his hot tip, “-and rough”. Grabbing your waist, he wastes no time and starts to jolt his hips, stretching you, your insides welcoming the deep intrusion, leaving its mark on you.

Your bottom half is literally pinned to the gravestone, wearing just your knee high socks and boots, your arms clamped to the stones sides for support, he’s grinding you against it, gritting through his teeth, “fuuuck baby, I love your pussy. She takes me so well, whatta fuckin sight this is.” Utter filth. “So tight, and so fuckin wet. I love it.” He’s kneading your asscheek, deeply grinding against you, scratching that divine spot, it hurts but by god you want more. “R-right there Joel, ah fuck don’t stop-fuuuuck”.

You clench around him, he pulls back slightly and starts to thrust, pounding your pussy. “ah fuuuuck, I’m close baby, Jesus.” He wraps his arm around your front, moving his hand down and starts to push his fingers through your wet folds, landing on your swollen bud. “Cmon now, my sweet girl, let’s make you scream so you wake the dead.”

Your ribs feel like they’re breaking being rutted against the cold stone but fuuuuck did you care? “Aw Joel, yea-yeah I’m gonna-fuck-yea-right there fuck!” He’s unaware he’s practically breaking your body cause boy, he was gone, “ah fuck-such a good girl-fuck-I’m right there-clench for me baby-I’m-.” Of course youre gonna give the poor guy what he wants, moving to rest your hands on the top on the stone, you arch your back, “aw is baby girl ready yeah? Gonna take it all are you my sweet.”

He thrusts up into your clenched cunt, his dick dragging through you, such a delicious pressure. A hot pool warming in your belly, slithering down to your pulsing bud. He’s hitting that oh-so-divine spot, making you roll your eyes back, “ah Joel im co-“.

Jesus what a fucking high, your eyes glass over, tears forming cause of the deep pressure inside you, you feel like your on fire, joel follows, gripping your hips tight, you can feel all his fill, just warming you up inside. As you come down, he’s still lost in the abyss. Stuttering out words, “oh b-baby, your-re the b-best-I love you-fuck-sofuckin d-delicious”, while still jerking his hips. He pulls out, fuckin growls and slaps your ass. “Turn around baby”. Your poor body shaking, cum dripping down your leg, you turn to face him and he pulls you in for a kiss, deep and bruising. “Missed them, baby. I love you from behind, but I miss your kisses-.”

Oh, little. Tiny. Stabs to the heart.

“Aw Joel, such lovely words.”

“-And see, I wasn’t finished with the hoe after all.”

“You cheeky SOB.”

You both burst out laughing. “Cmon darlin, let’s go.”

You go on a search for your discarded clothes, racing to see who can find them and get dressed first, of course he fuckin wins. As you’re heading back to the truck, gathering everything up as you go, and as you’re leaving, Joel turns and says “See ya next time Rosemary, thanks for having us”…

And tips his imaginary hat, closing the gate behind him.