pearlescent

18+ mdni 🖤🪽 fic writer — ᨳଓ .

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ᥫ᭡. welcome to my intro !

⤷ she/her

⤷ i mostly write fem!reader fics, hcs, oneshots, etc

⤷ don’t hesitate to give me any ideas! all support is appreciated.

| AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/willsexhurt

ᥫ᭡. masterlists: ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

⤷ Joel Miller ⤷ more coming soon...

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i have many fics to write ! currently working on a long (maybe above 10k words) joel miller x reader fic thats kinda set in a place like nyc ! im already loving it xx

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this pic has me going absolutely FERAL.

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pedro did not need to look this cute just chewing

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joel miller masterlist ₊˚⊹ ۶

tags: 🔞= explicit (mdni) ❤️‍🩹 = light angst/tension

🫀= dub-con/non-con, ❤️ = dating/relationship build up

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♡ Exhausted!Joel/Reader 🔞❤️ ♡ Joel/Drunk!Reader 🔞❤️🫀 ♡ Being freeuse for Joel 🔞🫀 ♡ Baking with Joel 🔞❤️

♡ coming soon..

⤷ everything in this masterlist is written by me, do not claim or rework any of it !

⤷ do not post anything i wrote as your own or put it through ai !

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𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝒜𝒹𝓂𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓇 — ᨳଓ

ᢉ𐭩 Fem!reader x Anyone

ᢉ𐭩Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, dead dove do not eat!, non-con elements, stalking, reader is being watched, voyeurism, bruises, non consensual somnophilia, non-consensual photography, stalker is obsessed with reader, stalker is perverted, implied r@pe, reader is very feminine, smoking mention, lingerie mention, slight plot

ᢉ𐭩Author’s Note: this was inspired by a tt. feel free to imagine anyone you want while reading this fic ! there is no specific character or person tied to this piece <3 p.s. theres a silent hill mention if u squint >_o

ᢉ𐭩Word Count: 2.4k

The sun rose like a tarp being lifted up to uncover a distorted painting. It wasn’t a pleasant day.

Rubbing your eyes, you awoke in your crisp, white sleeping gown. You notice that it’s slightly bunched up until your waist, the lace around it looking like a bundled mess. But you assumed that it was from all the tossing and turning in your sleep. Without giving it much thought, you pull down the withered hem back down to your knees. You’ve always had a habit of being a deep sleeper who moves a lot in deep slumber. In fact, you wouldn’t even wake up if someone was blaring an alarm right next to you.

However, you didn’t quite sleep well last night. You felt restless, completely drained from the terrible quality of sleep. This has been an ongoing problem for days. You just couldn’t really figure out why. You yearned deeply for a peaceful night. But you pushed that thought aside. This wasn’t anything a cup of warm, mollifying coffee couldn’t fix, right?

Deciding to get up from bed, you reluctantly shuffle your fluffy blankets aside, setting your feet down onto the cold wooden floor. Carefully making your way over to the bathroom, you pick out your toothbrush and squeeze out a fat glob of toothpaste onto it. Brushing in a monotonous rhythm, you hum a soft and gently familiar tune to yourself.

After a few moments, you spit out your toothpaste and set your cup down. Spotting your comb, you raise it to brush your hair. Running your hair through your heavy locks, you feel an odd sense of relaxation that hasn’t occurred in weeks. You stare into your ornate mirror, with flowers and elegant patterns carved into the timber of the frame. You can see the obvious dark circles below your eyes, forming into unsightly bags. Frowning slightly, you ignore them for now.

You get out of the bathroom and walk up to your wooden wardrobe. It had a classic design, with simple handles that stood up at the front. Pulling on them, you open the wardrobe and see the little amount of clothes that you have left. It’s strange, really. Many of your stuff has been going missing. From simple pieces like shorts to explicitly private undergarments like your bras. You just hoped that some weirdo didn’t get their hands on them to do whatever they do.

Choosing your favorite babydoll dress–which you were glad were not stolen–you set it down on your bed. You loved how much volume it had, how adorably puffy it was. You just never had a chance to wear such an outgoing dress in this small, depressing town in the Southern suburbs. Putting together the next components of your outfit, you bent down to reach for the drawers which contained your cute, frilly socks. As you crouched down, you swore that you felt like you were being watched by a pair of eyes. Were you just being paranoid?

You suddenly felt extremely exposed. A wave of discomfort washed over you as you stood up straight again, holding a pair of frilly socks in your hands. You turned around to set it down onto the bed along with the babydoll dress.

Taking off your gown, your bra and panties to replace them with new ones, you put on the dress with ease shortly after. You sat yourself down on the bedstead to put your socks on. You dragged your fingers back and forth the thick lace of the dress, admiring the details. You loved clothes like this, that made you feel sweet and graceful.

Opening your bedroom door with a creak, you went down the flight of stairs step by step to reach your kitchen. It’s eerily quiet; but that isn’t any big surprise. It’s always been silent in this town by the hills. The neighbourhood outside your window was foggy as usual, despite the rays of bright sunlight forcing their way through. It hurts your eyes.

Turning away to the counter, you felt a sharp pain that made you lean against the cupboards. A throbbing sensation spread throughout your inner thighs. You sucked in a quick breath as you winced, shutting your eyes tightly. Hesitantly, you lift your skirt up, letting your hands drift over to that spot carefully. You open your eyes slowly, revealing dark, purple bruises in front of you. Your heart almost skipped a beat. Again. You’ve had painful bruises like this for 3 days now. You thought that you’d gotten this from your restless nights, maybe bumping against something painful. But how could you have them in your inner thighs?

Maybe you’ve just had some violent dreams and took out that pressure on yourself in the middle of the night. It was unlikely, but considering your sleeping conditions, you thought that was probably the case.

You slice up some bread and spread some creamy butter on it. You liked bread and butter. It was simple, easy to make, and delicious. You move on to the coffee machine. It made a mechanical noise before shutting down. There goes your morning coffee.

You make a mental note to replace the old thing, you’ve had it for years after all. You set your plate down on the table before sitting down on a nearby chair. You take a bite out of your plain sandwich–if you could even call it that–and slumped down into the chair.

You think to yourself. It’s been a long few weeks. Weeks of relentless lack of sleep, weird stuff going on in the house, until it planted itself into your body. God, you just wished that all this could just be over. You knew it was a bad decision to move into this shady little home in the countryside alone. But you wanted to escape the harsh realities of the city. You were sick and tired of the way the people there would treat you, the sky-rocketing expenses that would cost you thousands of dollars every month, and the social and economical pressures that society just decided to force onto everyone. However, you were starting to regret your choice of pulling yourself out to live in this suspicious town. Everyone here was equally strange.

You take the last bite out of your sandwich. You sigh as you place the plate down the sink. You’ve decided that you would come home to wash it later, as you didn’t feel like doing the chore now. You pick the beige parka from the coat hanger, as the weather’s been getting colder recently.

That’s odd. Your parka smelled different. It smelled like thick, woody cologne. That smell was there a week ago, but you washed your parka afterwards. Why would this scent be back again? There couldn’t be a creep that broke in and just rubbed his scent all over your jacket, right?

That’s gross and perverted.

Unlocking the front door, you were immediately met with the strong breeze of autumn. However, the autumn here was not what you had expected. Back at the city, the leaves were painted such a beautiful orange, with tones of bronze that made them look like piles of acorns that would gather into small whirlwinds when the light drafts got a little too strong. But the scenery here was awfully bleak. The leaves were the color of taupe, crushed into heartbreaking pieces of dust that would cloud up into haze which made it hard to see walking down the streets. The trees were shriveled strands of dried up branches that fought so hard to just try to stick together. It was a dismal sight to wake up to every morning.

You turned to see a truck parked nearby. Your neighbours don’t have any trucks. There wasn’t any need for a bulky piece of metal like this in a tiny town that barely had 7 blocks. Most importantly, this is the same truck that has been making rounds surrounding your neighbourhood for the past 2 months.

It was at this moment that you wished you knew how to drive. Regardless of how small your district was, it was a long distance to the grocery store. But you couldn’t just bail out today, you already did yesterday. And the day before yesterday. You would run out of food eventually.

You decide to try to enjoy the weather around you, despite it feeling like a desolate wasteland. You didn’t know if it was because of the area you were in, but you felt like you were being watched again. By the same person who was watching you while you changed in your bedroom.

After a while, you arrive at the grocery store. Your heart sinks when you see the truck from earlier sitting calmly on a parking spot. They surely weren’t following you.

The store had a sultry smell. The lights were dim which made it look dark even in the morning. Trying to focus on shopping, you pick up a few basic cooking ingredients that you were going to use for dinner tonight. Washing the dishes was too much of a hassle, so maybe you could make something simple like pasta or lasagna. Dropping your grocery basket on the register counter, you ask to pay. The cashier takes your items one by one, beeping them before setting them down into a brown paper bag. You noticed that all the residents in this town had the look of exhaustion smeared on their faces. But you weren’t one to judge. You were one of them, anyway.

You hadn’t realised you were zoning out before the cashier’s stark voice had snapped you awake.

“Miss, are you paying by cash or card?” She asked, with an impatient look.

“Um, cash. Thanks.” You say sheepishly, a little embarrassed that you weren’t paying attention to her.

She took the money from your hands with a swift grab before entering it into the cash register, fingers flying over the rusted keycaps to calculate the change. As the register made a ‘click’ sound, she reached inside to take out a few coins, handing them back to you.

You were just about to leave before she called you.

“Miss, I just thought that I should let you know someone’s been watching you. I don’t know if he’s your boyfriend or whatever, but just be careful. He doesn’t look like someone who’s trying to play around.” She said, almost hesitantly.

You felt your heart beat increase. Thanking her bashfully, you hurry out the store, looking around for the truck. It was gone. You quickly ran back home, carrying the bag of groceries tightly against your chest.

Once you stepped inside your house, the unpleasant smell of cigarette smoke and that same manly cologne were immediately brought to your senses. You coughed as you tried to swat the smoke away. You had never touched a cigarette in your life.

When you entered your bedroom, you were met with an even more eerie surprise. On your bed were various scattered polaroids. Beside them, there’s a little heart-shaped gift box with a note attached to it. With shaking hands, you pick up the polaroid nearest to you. The picture shows you getting changed, your hands unclasping your bra. You instantly felt extremely anxious. The hair, the bra, the bed, it is all exactly the same as yours. It really was you in the photograph.

You couldn’t bring yourself to touch the other pictures, but you could see out of the corner of your eye that they were different shots and angles of you doing different things that morning. You hoped that this was all just a nightmare, and that this would all be fake when you woke up.

Tearing the scrawled note from the gift box, you read it with tears in your eyes.

“Good morning, doll.

I wanted to thank you for leaving the house today. It made it easier to get pictures of you. I’m grateful for that, as you looked absolutely gorgeous this morning.

Your outfit was adorable. You really wore a babydoll dress. Did you know those were my favorite kind of dresses? Seeing you in that got me so fucking hard. I wish you could get your pretty ass over here and help me relieve this. Your socks were cute, too. I know your favorites are the frilly ones, so I didn’t take those. I didn’t want to make you sad.

Are you liking the bruises I left on you? I went extra hard because I wanted everyone to know you were mine. You’re mine, aren’t you? I know you are, bunny. Don’t be scared of me. Don’t you know how much I love you? You are my absolute world. Seeing you gets me so fucking aroused. I hope you know how much you affect me everyday.

It’s our 2 month anniversary today.

Your Secret Admirer”

You couldn’t believe this. This explains the missing clothes, the restless nights, the unsettling feeling that you had all the time. It wasn’t just nothing. Who was this man? What did he want with you? You wanted to run, but you knew he’d find you. What could you possibly do?

Taking a deep breath, which proved to be immensely difficult, you opened the heart-shaped gift box. Inside the hollow box was a pair of underwear. The lacy, expensive type of underwear that you saw in lingerie shops in the city. You would see guys buying these for their girlfriends. You felt it with your fingers. You really felt it. This wasn’t anything cheap. You could never spend the little amount of money you had on something small like underwear.

Did he know you wanted this? Or did he want you to wear this for him? You shuddered, your cries getting noisier. You knew he was probably watching from somewhere. What a sick freak.

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Licking the Icing Ი𐑼⋆

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ (Joel x f!reader)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Warnings/Tags: 18+ smut (mdni), baking, dirty talk, praise kink, multiple uses of “good girl”, some uses of “bunny” and “doll”, f!ngering, oral sex, kissing, joel is gentle, embarassed reader, joel has rough hands, sub!reader, finger tasting, teasing, no apocalypse au, reader and joel r very inlove, reader is noisy (iykwim), sensitive reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Summary: A baking session with Joel turns into something more when he gets a perverted idea from an innocent little accident.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Author’s Note: I had an idea for f!reader tasting themselves on someone else’s hands soo here you go xx

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Word Count: 1.4k

The smell of fresh yeasty flour filled the room pleasantly. The clicks and clacks of a spatula hitting against the inside of a bowl resounded in a repeating motion. The room had such a domestic milieu, the tension you had from work slipping out, as you molded to the shape of a strong embrace behind you.

“The whole house’s startin’ to smell like flour. I can’t wait t’see how many cinnamon rolls ya gonna make with this big batch.” Joel’s voice rang sweetly against your ear as your hands worked with the spatula. You could feel his fingers fidgeting with your little apron.

You tease him gently. “You’re the one who bought this much for me, though. Can you really blame me for that?”

He scoffed good-naturedly as his hands tightened their grip on your waist. “Fine, ‘got me this time. I could never say no to ya.”

Victorious in your childish fight, you lean back against him more, almost taunting him. However, you could feel your arms giving out as you stirred on. Turning back to look at Joel, you looked at him with a pleading gaze. He smirked softly while he made eye contact with you, his rough hands moving to replace yours as he held the spatula.

“Always needin’ my help, huh? I told ya from the start that this job should’ve been left to me.”

His voice carried a tone of mild mockery as he mixed, the flour cascading into thick, starchy waves.

You huffed softly, turning around to do something else. Spotting a full bag of powdered sugar and a jug of milk, your eyes lit up in excitement as you immediately got to making the icing for your cinnamon rolls. You hurried over, your rushed footsteps pitter-pattering against the wooden floor as you grabbed a handful of remaining ingredients from the fridge. If you hadn’t been moving so quickly, you would’ve seen a subtle smile from Joel while he watched you scramble around.

“What are ya doin’ over there, sweetheart? Sounds like a lotta work,” he said, “Need any help? I’m nearly done with this ‘ere”.

“Just making the icing!” You reply. “This smells so good..”

He nods as he goes back to mixing the dough. He can’t help but sneak a peak at you, looking like you’re in complete bliss just from making glaze for your cinnamon rolls. He loves seeing you happy.

Tying your hair back with a scrunchie adorned with laces, you study your recipe book closely, determined not to mess up. Your fingers glided over the printed letters as you read the instructions to yourself in a hushed whisper.

You grabbed a nearby bowl, pouring in the powdered sugar, melted butter, and vanilla extract. The components seemed to combine perfectly as you stirred them with a cute whisk ornamented with adorable ribbons, a gift you had gotten from a cooking set that Joel gave you recently. Mixing tenderly, the aroma of nectarous sugar made you feel more at ease than ever. However, there was a small problem.

You heard a gentle chuckle, and you turned to see Joel.

“Havin’ fun there?” He asked, setting the bowl he had been working on down. “I’m done ‘ere.”

As if sensing the trouble, he moved closer to you. “What’s wrong? Icing havin’ some problems?”

You sighed in annoyance as you moved aside slightly to let him see the contents of your bowl.

“The mixture’s a little stiff. I’m going to have to stir harder. Can you help me hold the sides?”

Joel hummed in agreement as he stood behind you to steady your mixing bowl. Your hands held the whisk in a tight grip, stirring vigorously. Small beads of sweat fell from your forehead as you were completely focused. A few specks of sweet icing flocked to his knuckles, landing abruptly before sliding down his fingers in an almost erotic way. The glaze was sticky and deliciously glutinous to the touch.

Finally, the mixture had softened. You let out a soft breath as you grinned proudly. But you didn’t notice the icing on Joel’s hands.

“Darlin’, ya made quite a mess here.” His voice was thick arousal. “Don’t you think you should be a good girl and clean up after yourself?” Just his words had sent a shudder throughout your entire body. Hesitantly, you slowly stuck your tongue out as you begin to lick at his fingers. Your small tongue skidded up and down his index and middle fingers in a lustrous motion, coating his digits. He sucked in a breath as he pushed you softly against the counter, watching as the translucent glaze disappeared into your mouth. God, he wanted more of this. But he was not about to dip his whole hand into the icing just to get you to lick him.

“Look at me. In the eyes,” he ordered. You immediately obey, making eye contact with him. Your face flushed pink with embarrassment as you finally cleaned the last drops of sugar. A string of saliva broke as you pulled away from him.

His hands brushed against your face deliberately. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl. Did ya like that? Lickin’ that sweet icing off of my fingers?” You knew he was teasing you; but you couldn’t help but give in to his words.

You heard a quiet mutter of “C’mon” as he intertwined his fingers in yours, leading you to the snug couch. He sat down first, pulling you to sit on top of him. Fuck, he loved how precious you looked when you’re all nervous like this.

He adjusted the pillows around, making sure you’re comfortable in this overstuffed sofa.

“You want this, baby?” He asked. You nodded eagerly. How could you ever refuse?

Seeing you nod, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His lips crashed against yours as he kissed you passionately, occasionally biting down on your bottom lip softly. Your whines and whimpers encouraged him even further, his hands trailing down to your skirt as he lifted it up. You knew he was going to feel how wet you were. And it was all for him.

“Fuck me, look at this.. Drippin’ and all that, ya really this ready for me?” He asked, his voice laced with velvet. His calloused fingers pinched your clit, making you cry out. The combination of his touch and the pleasure fogging your mind was all too much to handle.

He lowered his head, towards your most vulnerable spot. Your fingers tightened in his dark hair as you bit your lip to hide your noises. He noticed your sudden silence and looked up. A small frown formed on his lips, seeing you hold yourself back.

“Don’t hide your sounds, doll. They only make me even more excited.” Hearing his words, you reluctantly let go of the tight clamp on your lips, whining shamelessly as he approached your core.

Your hips bucked against him as he licked a slick stripe against you. Your folds are soaking wet as his mouth worked like magic, his teeth grazing against your sensitive bud. His hand gripped your thigh roughly as his other hand approached your pussy, his fingers entering. You whined shamelessly at his digits entered you, pumping in and out in a continuous rhythm.

“J-Joel..” was all that you could make out at this point. You felt so full, so satisfied as his tongue and fingers worked together to please you. He hummed softly against your clit, sending vibrations throughout you.

“Ya doin’ so well, bunny. You’re a good girl, ain’t cha?” He said, as he set a relentless speed.

“I am.. I’m a good girl, Joel..” Your words made his heart swell with pride. Fuck, you were the most perfect girl in his eyes.

“Fuck.. You’re perfect, y’know that? Hm?” You felt yourself melt completely into his touch, his praises that made you feel so good, so loved.

Your thighs shook as you felt shocks of pleasure in your body. Your lashes fluttered as you closed your eyes, feeling the way Joel’s mouth was pleasuring you in ways unimaginable.

“You’re close, right? Let go, doll. Just let go. I’ve gotcha.” His comforting words sent you over the edge. Your hands clasped his hair tighter than ever as you came, making you see stars. His hands caressed your thigh soothingly while he watched you cum. Your breaths were heavy from recovering after your intense orgasm.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

You opened your mouth without hesitation this time, and felt his digits enter your mouth smoothly. You lapped your tongue all over his fingers as you tasted yourself on his hands.

“Good girl, lickin’ up all your icing so obediently.” He pulled his fingers out gently, seeing your pink tongue resting back in place.

“We should probably get back to baking now, Joel..”

He laughed. “Well, ‘kay then.”

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bryan dechart the man you are.. 𓏲ּ𝄢

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joel models in part ii ⋆ . ࿔ ˚

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some abby models ࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆

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! 18+ nsfw minors dni ! ۶ৎ

gf!abby would be so touchy especially when shes going down on you, her hands gripping your thighs tightly as her tounge works like magic on your sensitive bud.

gf! abby who knows just exactly how much you love her big, strong arms, subtly increasing her clasp on your waist or your chest, reminding you just how muscular she is.

gf! abby who is relentless at edging; her fingers pumping in and out of you as she dirty talks, knowing when to stop right when you want to cum, making you beg for her to let you.

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some of my abby pics ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

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It’s that time of the year again…

Happy pride month! ❤️🏳️‍🌈

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۶ৎAbby Anderson Headcanons

۶ৎ Relationship: Abby x F!Reader (Married)

۶ৎWarnings/Tags: 18+ smut (mdni), sub!reader, reader and abby are very much in love with each other, vulnerable abby mentioned, f!ngering (reader receiving), oral sex (reader receiving), abby is a sweetie, abby and reader cant resist each other, happily married, no outbreak au, abby and reader adopted lev and yara, flustered abby mentioned, lingerie mention, reader cant stop staring at abby’s arms, #needthat #abbyandersonisaneed

PLEASE READ TILL END FOR NOTES

۶ৎHer hair is usually in a braid, so seeing her put her hair down is a rare sight. She feels vulnerable with it down, so you are the only person who gets to see her like this. Sometimes, if you want, she’ll tie your hair into a braid just like hers.

۶ৎ While your kids, Yara and Lev, aren’t looking, she’ll press a few kisses to your neck, to your shoulders, till you can’t hold yourself back. “Let’s send the kids to bed, baby. I can’t resist anymore—You’re so fucking sweet.” She says in your ear, as she sucks hard and leaves a bright, red mark on your collarbone. It always ends with the kids going to sleep early and her making love to you for the rest of the night.

۶ৎAfter being married to you for many years, she knows your body in and out like a map. From every birthmark to the exact spots inside you where you whine her name the loudest.

۶ৎSometimes, when she decides to be a little mean, she’ll make you hold in your orgasm. Whimpering her name pathetically, you always beg her to let you cum. If she decides to be nice again, she’ll allow you to. However, if she’s feeling particularly ‘active’ that day, she’ll make you hold it in, continuing to push her fingers in and out inside you while she eats you out like it's her last meal. “You can take it, yeah? I know you can, sweetheart,” She says, as you barely pay attention, seeing stars in your eyes.

۶ৎYou always think that she doesn’t notice you staring at her muscles, but she definitely does. If she catches you staring too many times, she’ll keep in mind to wear that black tanktop you love.

۶ৎWhen you come back home from work after a long day, she knows exactly how to cool you off. Her hands and tongue are gentle as she gets you off with surprising ease. It arouses her to see you so pent up, wanting her so badly.

۶ৎIf you decide to tease her, wearing cute, revealing lingerie, she’ll immediately go red and stumble on her words. “What do you think, baby?” You’d ask, deliberately pushing up your chest. She desperately tries to console herself, but you can see just how much you affect her. Ten minutes later, you’re a whimpering, hopeless mess beneath her, basking in the pleasure she gave you.

If you read all of this, thank u so much! please leave a like <3 I said that I wouldn’t post or write anything during exam season but here we go lollll anyway, i’ll be working on a longer abby fic and another joel fic this summer! thanks again for reading xx

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i wanna write abby anderson x f!reader so bad but i have no experience writing wlw fics 😢

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Younger reader being joel's live-in freeuse toy and loving every second of it. Featuring cockwarming?

oh em gee yess !! ty so so much for this idea anon!! <333

۶ৎPrecious Little Toy

۶ৎJoel Miller x Fem!Reader

۶ৎWarnings/Tags: 18+ smut (mdni), Joel is grateful for reader, no outbreak au, c!ckwarming, p in mouth, p in v, mutual orgasm, unprotected!sex, raw, whimpering (reader), pathetic reader, dominant Joel, porn without plot, short fic, obedient reader, kinda dub-con?, reader takes whatever Joel gives, dirty talk, Joel has rough hands, slight kissing, reader is down badd

۶ৎSong: Say Yes To Heaven

۶ৎWord Count: 1.0k

Living with Joel Miller was quite the amusing experience. Usually, you sleep comfortably within his presence, eat comforting and fulfilling meals and have endless entertainment. It all seems great.

However, payment is always due.

A sudden voice rang out, deep and velvety. “You good, sweetheart?”

“Yeah!” A big, sheepish smile spread out on your face. Fuck, you loved him so much. You could never get enough of him.

He sat down lazily on the couch, one hand thrown over the back.

Smirking, he says, “Y’know, darlin’, I’m feelin’ real pent-up right now. Ya know what to do, right?”

You knew exactly what he meant. With that sexy, knowing grin on his face, you’d be stupid to not know that he was craving something.

He was craving you.

“C’mere,” He said gruffly.

Immediately obeying, you made your way to him like a desperate little pet. He loved seeing you all pathetic, all needy beneath him. You couldn’t wait to see what he would do next; Because you were his.

He tilted his head slightly to the right in an almost mocking way. “Be a good girl and help this old man warm up, will ya? The weather’s fuckin’ cold these days.” He talked about the weather so casually it was hot. His bored tone made you want to please him even more. As you nodded eagerly, your hands worked towards his pants, shaking slightly with excitement. With his worn leather belt off, your hands slid to his buttons. The feeling of the rough metal on your delicate fingers reminded you of how rugged he was compared to you. It was an amazing feeling. You felt like a pervert for even thinking about that.

“You ready?” He asked. You knew he would push in even if you weren’t, having made it this far.

“Anytime.!” God, you were helpless. Melting just by his words. How would you survive without him?

His member stood deliciously as you freed it. You knew it was eager for something. Joel wanted it too. Taking the big, warm shaft in front of you into your mouth, you heard him hold a breath in as your throat tightened around him. You didn’t move. He didn’t move. You just took him inside you.

“Ngh.. Warmin’ my cock like your life depends on it’, Fuckin’ beautiful..” His words had flown straight into your heart. You’ve never felt more loved.

The tender sensation of his cock inside your mouth was an undeniably intimate feeling. Your eyes rolled back as you felt the soothing connection between you and Joel. This was one of your favorite things to do. Cockwarming. You knew Joel loved it too. His sounds from above were already proof.

His hands roamed over your shoulders, until they finally settled on top of your head. He stroked your head like a pet, your body relaxing against his as you continued to warm him. You were as warm as a furnace, heating him up from the cold winter air.

He smiled to himself. “Cute lil’ pet. Ya lovin’ this, ain’t ‘cha? What an adorable free use slut. I ain’t ever lettin’ ya go.”

He pulled himself out of your mouth suddenly.

“Enough of that now, yeah? C’mon, let's get to the main course.”

He slapped your cheek lightly as he pulled you up onto the soft couch with him.

“Turn around, darlin’.” His rough hands gripped you

Immediately submitting, you turn around. His pants tighten at the view, your back and your ass in perfect view.

He was the happiest man in the world with a free-use toy like that. He couldn’t be more grateful.

He spread you open, and slowly slid himself in. A wave of pleasure flew right through you as his thick shaft filled you deliciously. He set a fast pace so quickly you couldn’t even react.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, y’know that? Beautiful free-use.” His voice flowed like thick honey.

You couldn’t help but whine. It was the most embarrassing thing in the world—but you’d make that sound again and again if he asked for it.

His rough hands explored your body thoroughly like a map, his calloused fingers brushing against your soft skin, pinching and squeezing slightly.

You try to bite back your cries, but they keep escaping, filling the room with shameful sounds. He kisses you messily, his beard scratching your face pleasantly.

His thick head dragged your insides in a repeating motion. Your senses were going to explode from all these blissful sensations he was giving you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.. That’s right..” His voice was hoarse and dry in your ear. Yet, it turned you on more than ever.

His words trailed off as he slams in harder again, making you see stars. Your whimpers and whines are left behind as you take his thrusts.

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his own filled with passion and arousal. His thrusts become even harder as he approaches his orgasm.

“Darlin’, I’m gonna explode real soon.. Ya ready for this?” He was gonna do it even if you weren’t ready anyway.

You let go at the same time as him. His hands move from your hips to your thighs and tightens them painfully. As he spills his load inside you with a deep, satisfied cry. A soaring warmth spreads through you as his seed fills you completely. He kisses you deeply throughout your mutual orgasms.

Collapsing on top of you, he presses a firm kiss on your forehead, completely obsessed.

“Fuck.. Wherever, whenever, however.. This pussy is mine. Got that, baby? Ya ain’t no one else’s.” You slump in satisfaction. There is no way you could get rid of him now.

[willsexhurt]

𖤝Drunk with Pleasure

𖤝Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

𖤝Summary: Coming home from a bar, you had too much to drink. A little too much. Drunk, you ask for Joel. Can he resist your advances?

𖤝Warnings/Tags: 18+ smut (mdni), Joel and Reader are married, age gap, no outbreak au, whimpering (reader), shy reader, alcohol, drinking, reader receiving, porn without plot, reader is disheveled, overstimulation, oral sex, Joel’s beard mentioned, reader has low alcohol tolerance, Joel is good at drinking, short fic, second fic written, is this dub-con?

𖤝Song: You got time and I got money

𖤝Word Count: 1.1k

The bar was quite a cozy place.

The place was adorned with warm lighting, some hanging, some strung up. Bookcases filled with vintage reads and trinkets lined up against the walls neatly. But the most important part of the bar was in the center—the bar counter. Tall shelves stood proudly around it, stacked with bottles and bottles of all kinds of alcohol, waiting to be popped open.

There you were, sitting awkwardly on a velvet cushion seated on a bar stool. Your husband, Joel Miller, was sitting next to you, in a simple shirt that hugged his chest tightly, sipping on a glass of thick whiskey. Joel looked over with a curious gaze. You looked so stiff—like you didn’t know if you belonged there or not. Right. You were still pretty young. Just legal enough to drink.

“You good, baby? Kinda stiff for a pretty gal like ya. I thought you’d enjoy this, y’know, coming out to wind down and drink.” He lowered his glass, making a soft thud.

Your hands tightened around your snifter.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. This whiskey burns, though. It’s a little unpleasant.” You say sheepishly.

He smiles at your inexperience. He took one of your hands in his, intertwining his fingers with them. He was looking at you directly now. You looked so red, hair slightly frizzy. He didn’t think you were drunk. He ran a hand through his hair. “I can always just order somethin’ else for ya. No need to worry,” he said, with a gruff voice. You protest, saying something about wasting money. He merely chuckles and shakes his head as he turns back to his drink.

God, your state was worsening. Your head was pounding, your face flushed. Everything was overstimulating. Especially that hot sensation that was spreading through your nerves. As if sensing your discomfort, Joel was looking at you. You weren’t even looking back at him, only hearing the creak of the stool he was sitting on. Now, with a single glance, he could tell you were tipsy. Drunk, even. He handed the bartender some cash, and led you out of the bar.

He thought this was the cutest thing ever. His younger girlfriend, adorably drunk from alcohol. He sighed to himself. He still had so much to teach you.

Sticking close to him, you were clutching onto his arm, trying to walk properly. He tightened his arm around you as he gently helped you into the passenger seat of his car. Overwhelmed by alcohol, every sensation felt weird. The sturdy leather seat beneath you felt weathered, the air conditioning was unusually cold, and the car smelled more like Joel than ever. It was one good scent to distract you from the uncomfortable contact.

He helped you out of the car slowly. At this point, you were so drunk that you couldn’t even stand still. Joel looked at you with a disappointed stare, but there was a hint of something else in there.

He fumbled with the keys to the house, proving to be a difficult job with one arm around you.

“Darlin’.. You’re one difficult girl..” He complains.

Carrying you inside, he set you down gently on the bed. Steadily, he cleared his throat and began undressing you so that you could change into your pajamas and go to sleep. It was not easy. Even drunk, you were still so beautiful. He thought of you as an innocent, blooming flower. The idea of a drunk you was impossible.

But it was right in front of his eyes. As his hands traced to remove the last button of your top, he felt you twitch softly and make a soft noise. As the shirt fell off, he was greeted with a delectable sight. Your soft, plump boobs were held tightly by your frustratingly close-fitting bra.

“Why’d ya have to buy such a fucking tight bra, darlin’? This on purpose? Well, it definitely worked.” He cursed under his breath, hoping you didn’t hear.

Just as he turned around to the closet, he felt a hand grab his arm. He almost jumped until he realised it was you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Joel..” A whimper. “Stay here..”

His eyes widened as he tried to stay composed. Your voice paired with your disheveled appearance was basically the ideal scene after intense sex. He hadn’t even touched you, yet you already had that thoroughly-fucked look on your face.

“Darlin’, I gotta go get your pajamas—“ He protested.

“..I don’t wanna go to sleep yet.” You whined. “I’m not tired!”

A strained noise comes from him. The realization has hit him.

“Baby, you’re drunk out of your mind.. ya really wanna?” He asked hesitantly. He didn’t want to do this without your permission while you were drunk. With surprising precision, you trail a finger down his jawline, kissing his cheek.

“I want to. I swear.”

With a heavy sigh, “Fuck it, alright. You’ll be hungover and sore tomorrow."

Your heart spreads with warmth as he starts to trail kisses down your neck. Your hands tighten in his hair. Breathing heavily, he lifts his head up and looks directly at you. Even eye contact is enough to make you orgasm right now.

“Spread your legs. Ya okay with this, yeah?” He said, face flushed.

You nod eagerly, spreading your legs wide as he lowers his head to your sweet, blazing core. You wanted to wrap your thighs around his head, catching him in a tight grasp.

“Soakin’ already.. Ya really that hungry for me?” His words were sending sparks of pleasure directly to your body. All you wanted him to do is to ruin you.

“O-Only for you, Joel..” You whisper bashfully.

You whined loudly when he started licking. You couldn’t control your voice at all. His mouth was working harder and faster than ever.

Your hands flew to his hair as his nose started bumping your bud of pleasure. His mouth moved to that bud, sucking hard on it.

You were drunk with alcohol and drunk with pleasure.

The scratchy sensation of his beard against your pussy was too much to take.

“Joel..!—“

“I know, baby. Close, aren’t ya?” The thick coat of his Texan drawl made his voice even more attractive.

You bit into a pillow, muffling your sounds and closing your eyes tight as your orgasm made you see stars.

After a short moment, he looked up at you.

His beard was coated with your juices, face completely wet.

“Fuuck.. That was amazin’. How ya feelin’?” He asked, like nothing happened.

However, you didn’t reply. You were already passed out and fast asleep, a dazed expression on your face as your breaths calmed down.

He smirked to himself, shaking his head. “Now we can get ya cleaned up for real. You’re havin’ a tough day tomorrow.”