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Don’t pressure me Katie

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Masterlist

I cannot wait to share my work with Tumblr again. I have a thing for starting new blog. My main blog is @kmswrld Definitely share writing ideas with me I love ideas. Also give me more character ideas.

• all work is fictional

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• Content warning, I can get very freaky

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• dni with any sort of negativity, homophobia, racism, etc

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Duplex 101: Joel Miller

Say hello to the father, dilf, and dbf next door. The all in one. You make it Pedro can play it. And Joel Miller is the man that Pedro made that can be anything. The hottie with the sexy knee pose.

Duplex 102: Daryl Dixon wip

No that’s not your broken air conditioner grunting. It’s in fact your neighbor under his breath again. And grunting as his only form of speech. You’re a real special person if you understand the grunting because I sure don’t.

Duplex 103: Dean Winchester wip

Guess who just rolled into town again. Dean Winchester. Guess who’s gonna get fucked again. You are. Oh do I love when Dean comes into town. Do you?

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Fanfic writing is 50% actually writing and 50% staring at the screen whispering ‘how do words work again’?

10% googling “synonyms for said”

15% contemplating your life choices

20% changing one sentence 37 times and then changing it back

25% “research” (aka wikipedia rabbit hole until 4am)

30% crying because the scene was better in your head

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This is why i struggle to write

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Current WIP: Joel has a little gift for their fifth year anniversary. One may say this gift is going to get christened very well. 😘

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𝑀𝒾𝓃𝑒

Summary: how do you find your way back to eachother after a tragedy?

Warning; established marriage, mentions of miscarriage, grief, f!receiving, piv, humping, creampie, public sex, bathroom sex, dragging the sex scenes, pet names (daddy, baby, etc), male begging, trauma, awkwardness, song: mine by Beyoncé (lyrics in pink)

Word Count: 2.5k

I've been watchin' for the signs. Took a trip to clear my mind, oh. Now I'm even more lost

From the day you came home from the hospital, you and Joel have been apart. You spent your hours in the bedroom, bed rotting, barely eating, taking baths every few days, talking to no one, and avoiding all sunlight.

He spent his days sleeping in his recliner, drinking too many beers, watching too much TV, talking short to Sarah, Tommy, and Maria when they took their shifts to come over to make sure you both are still alive, and occasionally standing outside the bedroom door, hesitating but never going in.

3 weeks ago, it was just spotting, it was supposed to be nothing, that's what you both tell yourself, that it was supposed to be nothing, instead it turned into something.

Joel hasn’t seen your face since then; he hadn’t smelled your hair, held you, kissed you.

I'm not feelin' like myself since the baby. Are we gonna even make it? Oh

That was until today, when you looked at yourself in the mirror and felt sick at the sight. You forced yourself to shower, open the curtains, comb your hair, and deep clean the whole bedroom.

Once you finished, you stared at the doorknob, hesitating to touch it. Last time you left the bedroom, a huge piece of your soul died. Last time you left the house, you were pregnant. What’s going to happen this time?

You shook off the thought, whispering to yourself some encouragement, “Bad shit happens every day, and I can’t hide from it.”

You took a deep breath and left the bedroom. The house was spotless, probably the work of Maria or Sarah. It probably looked like a pigsty at one point because you knew you heard many nights consisting of Joel yelling and glass breaking. You never bothered to check it out, even though you probably should’ve.

With me bein' wherever I'm at. Worried 'bout wherever you are

Joel looked up as you walked into the living room, his eyes were hooded and mean, his beard was long and disgusting, and his stomach had obviously gotten a bit round in the two weeks from all the beer.

“He seriously needs to shave and shower,” you thought to yourself

His eyes widened a fraction as he looked you over. Your hair was pulled up and clean, you wore a clean matching sweatpants and hoodie set, you had your engagement necklace on, and your wedding ring. You looked beautiful and tired.

“You’re out of the bedroom.” his voice was hoarse and just as exhausted as yours.

You bite your cheek, wanting to retreat to your hiding place, but forcing your feet to stay put. “Yeah, I am. “

He nodded, not saying anything further. The silence and tension were loud and suffocating. It felt like you both were drowning, and you didn’t know which way was shore.

A commercial came across the TV, causing it to momentarily get loud. You both jumped out of your skin. Joel muted the TV immediately, earning a small smile from you.

“You’re beautiful…are you going somewhere?”

Got everything I'm asking for but you

He mentally cursed at himself for not being able to compliment his own wife without sounding like a mathlete that’s talking to his first woman.

You nodded, pinching your thigh, looking at him. “I was wondering if you wanted to go get dinner.”

All I'm really askin' for is you

He jumped out of his chair, “Yes, I mean yeah, sure.” he grabbed his keys and searched for his wallet, digging through his chair, finding nothing but crumbs. “Have you seen my wallet? I do-“

You interrupted him, “Joel.”

“What”

“You should probably shower and maybe shave first.”

He touched his beard, food crumbs falling, and he caressed it, feeling disgusted for allowing himself to get this lost. He nodded curtly before walking off to the bedroom.

When Joel came back, you were sitting on the couch fiddling with the strap of your purse. He cleared his voice, and you looked over, smiling softly. His beard was shaved to the normal stubble, his mustache cleaned up, and he had on a clean flannel, your favorite blue flannel with a grey shirt.

Long as you know who you belong to

You stood up and stood in front of him, running your hands through his hair, murmuring. “You have more grays…I really like it,” his hand reached up to grab your wrist gently. “We should go.”

The car ride was slow and still tense. Nothing but old rock softly fills the cabin

He took you to your favorite Mexican restaurant. You both sat across from each other, the waiter took your drink orders immediately, and another brought out chips, queso, and salsa just as fast.

You both quietly ate the chips. There was a time when you had everything in the world to talk about. You don’t know what happened, well, you knew what happened, you miscarried and lost what was supposed to be your first child together, but you didn’t know how you could sit in front of the love of your life and not have anything to say.

His cologne faintly filled your nose; it was the cologne that was responsible for half of the sex you always had, the cologne that immediately soaked your panties. This evening was no different; you didn’t even think you had a sexual drive anymore, but from the way you just squeezed your thighs closed, apparently, you did.

Joel didn’t miss the discomfort and surprise that etched your face. “Are you alright?” His voice was laced with concern that gave you butterflies from the thought of him still caring about you.

This whole thing got way too deep and we should. Stop makin' a big deal out of the little things.

You nodded, swallowing the chip in your mouth. “Yeah, I’m okay, a chip just stabbed the roof of my mouth, “ you lied. He knew you were lying, but he wasn’t going to press you any further.

“You know…” he started looking over your face and thinking to himself again how beautiful you really were. He knew you were beautiful, I mean, that was one of the thousands of reasons he married you, but somehow some weird way, you were more beautiful now, today.

“I missed this, I missed you, baby.”

You closed your eyes and quietly groaned at hearing your favorite word again. *baby. Fuck.* You never knew how much you missed being called baby. You reached out, looking at him, waiting for his hand. He slid his into yours with no hesitation.

Let's get carried away. Come right now, you know where I stay

A smile, full smile graced your face as you replied, “I missed you too. I’m sor-“ he cut you off immediately. “Don’t apologize for grieving, never apologize for struggling, baby no. Okay?”

You nodded, and your voice was apologetic, “Okay.”

He scooted closer to the wall and motioned you over. “Come here.” You stood up and walked to his side of the booth, scooting in and under his arm, and for the first time in a long fucking time you felt comfortable. You could breathe again, and shit made sense.

I'ma let my hands do the talkin' when I see you, baby girl. I miss feelin' on you.

The silence was no longer uncomfortable, and the waiter came back with your drinks, setting them in front of you both. He smiled politely and questioned. “Ready to order”

Joel looked down at you and mumbled into your ear, “You want your normal sweetheart?” You nodded, and he ordered you and half shrimp, half fish taco plate and ordered himself a burrito. The waiter wrote on his pad and verbally confirmed your order before walking to the back.

For a moment, you just sat there under Joel, but as you sat there, his cologne kept further seeping through your nose. He noticed as you shifted, squeezing your legs tightly, and his hand found its way on your thigh.

His hand slipped into your sweatpants, and his thumb ran across your panties, causing you to gasp. He leaned down and asked lowly, “Do you want me?” You nodded with no further thought to it.

“Lift your hips, baby.” You lift your lips a little, and with one hand, he somehow pulls your panties down to your upper thigh, and his thumb immediately starts to rub your clit.

“You’re soaked, poor thing.”

You bury your head in his shoulder, whimpering and moaning.

His thumb moved in circles, moving between fast and slow pace. Your head dug further into his shoulder, biting his shoulder. He groaned and grinned, mumbling words of encouragement.

“That's it, sweetheart. Take what you need.”

You rode his fingers, letting little moans continue to slip from your lips. Joel's other hand found the back of your head, grabbing the back of your head, pulling you back, and leaning down to kiss you.

You kissed him back, moaning in his mouth all while his fingers hit your spot over and over, pushing you closer to the edge, and you leak precum, indicating your near finish. He pulls out, causing you to whine and pull away from the kiss. “What are you doing?” you whine.

Joel kissed the corner of your lips. “I need to feel you.” You pursed your lips and started to climb into his lap. He grabbed your thigh gently, stopping you. “Slow down, bunny. I'm not about to fuck you in front of families.”

Of course, he wasn’t having human contact for a few weeks blurred the lines in your head a bit. Joel smiled, caressing your cheek, watching the little pout on your lips.

“Go to the bathroom and wait for me. I’ll knock three times. Be naked and waiting on me.”

You got up and went to the family bathroom and locked the door. You stood in the mirror and pulled your hoodie over your head. You stared at your body in the mirror, your hand running over your stomach. Just a few months ago, a baby was growing inside you. Tears filled your eyes, and you closed your eyes, thinking about how ready you were.

Joel had started painting the nursery, and the furniture was covered up in the nursery, so he didn’t get paint on any of it. You and Joel argued over baby names, debating on if he could give your daughter a boy name, debating who would be the godparents to your child.

You pulled off your sweatpants, laying them on the sink with your hoodie. You hadn't bothered to put on any real underwear other than your granny panties. You wondered if he would still be attracted to your body. You didn’t even find your own body attractive; how could anyone else?

I miss everything that's real about you

Three firm knocks interrupted your thoughts. You walked to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open. Joel walked in and pushed the door closed, looking at you behind it. He looked at your face, reading your expressions, “What happened, baby?”

He grabbed you, gently pulling you into him, looking down at your face. You shake your head and lean up to kiss him. He picked you up and you hiked your legs around your hips.

He pinned your back against the wall, his tongue dominating yours, and his hand already in your panties, pleasing your clit.

And that's everything about you, that's just how I feel about you

“joel,” You moaned.

His hips ground against your heat, his bulge desperately seeking entrance inside your warm, wet hole.

His fingers picked up the pace, causing you to grip the collar of his shirt and pull away from the kiss, moaning loudly.

“Fuck!”

Joel's hand grabbed your throat gently, his hand over your mouth. His fingers draw you closer and closer to the edge, his ministrations from earlier already having you at your peak.

You pushed his hand down from your mouth and whined, “Mm, so close.”

He groaned, his hips grinding slower, “cum for me”

His other hand slid into your shirt, pinching and rubbing your nipple, sending you straight over the edge. You trembled straight through your orgasm, your legs suffocating his hips as you finished on his fingers.

As you came down from the high, you stared into his eyes and reached down to rub his bulge. Joel pushed your hand down gently, whispering, “I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh”

You bit the inside of your cheek, your mind running, but ultimately you reminded yourself in your head, “It was just a non-viable pregnancy. It wasn’t your child, the next one will be, you will carry the next one to full term and birth it.”

You smiled softly, “I’m ready. I’m not fully healed yet, but I never will be. I lost a pregnancy, not a child, and to be a mother, I need to come out of my hiding place, out of my comfort zone, and have the child I dreamed of.”

Joel looked at you lovingly and smirked, “ You know I’m about to fucking rock your world right, baby?”

Joel set you down and started to unhook his belt when someone knocked on the door. You called out, “Come back in five minutes!” You looked at Joel and giggled before getting dressed.

“Tonight, baby, tonight you will be mine”

Long as you know who you belong to

Midnight came, and you woke next to Joel, your stomach had finally settled from earlier's dinner. You looked over at Joel, seeing him look up at the ceiling. Your hands touched his stomach softly, and you murmured, “You have a beer belly.” He looks down at you unamused.

“Sorry,” you whispered apologetically, “I’m just nervous.” He nodded and rolled over on top of you. You pulled down your shorts and panties while he pulled off his sweatpants. You closed your eyes, breathing softly, you don’t remember the last time he fucked you; it made you feel like a 30-year-old virgin losing her virginity for the first time.

He slid in slowly at first, causing you to gasp at the feeling of his cock inside. He sat there letting you adjust.

“Do you want more baby?”

You nodded, and he pushed himself further in the wetness, allowing him to slip in like it was a slip and slide, your warmth swallowing him whole. He buried his head in your shoulders, groaning at the feeling.

He started pistoning inside you, not too fast, not too slow, and hitting your spot at the perfect angle he had memorized to hit your spot every time.

”Fuck baby, I missed this pussy.”

He thrusted deep, gripping the pillow underneath your head. Your hands clawed into his back, scratching, and your legs wrapped around his hips.

He leaned down, rubbing your clit, focusing completely on your pleasure. Joel moaned in your ear, “You feel so good, baby fuck you're gonna make me cum.”

You moaned an incoherent “Yeah?”

He grabbed your left leg and flipped you onto your stomach, kissing your back as his hips slapped your ass with each thrust. His hand found the back of your neck, grabbing it gently as he fucked you.

“Feels so good, daddy.”

Joel groaned, picking up the pace, “Say it again. Please, I need you to say it again.”

You moaned and cried, “Feels so good, daddy.”

He thrusted one last time, his hand briefly tightening around the back of your neck as he came deep within your pussy, filling you up.

Joel collapsed next to you and pulled you onto his chest, kissing your sweaty forehead. He looked down at you, smiling.

“I missed you, beautiful girl. I’m not going anywhere else, got it? and you aren’t either.”

All I'm really askin' for is you

Authors Note:

I don’t know if I’m the only one but I was soaking wet writing this. How do you little freaks feel about this? Maybe this was just my freaky fantasy.

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Give me some ideas on what to write about based on my mood boards. Feel free to give multiple theres never too many.

1) Vibes: Spring Morning, Morning Head, Morning Sex, Nursing back after cold, flu, etc

2) Vibes: Roadtrip, Seeing again, Drive through the country

3) Vibes: Angel by Massive Attack, Intense Sex, Dirty Sex, Drinking and Arguments, Making Up

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Immoral

Divider: @i04rei

Summary: Joel has a night off and he hits a strip club

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warning: Stripping, protected pnv, bad bad writing, needy joel, dad joel, joel feeling like a perv, mentions of reader having a tattoo, biting, hickeys, scratching, pervy motel neighbors, shitty motel, perv mens, joel feeling obsessive

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: very unedited, and i am suffering trying to make a part two of say it, like someone yell at me to write. How do i make a smutty story with a pregnant woman

Joel never went to clubs. So him going to a strip club was out of the ordinary. He needed to blow off some steam. Between a daughter and work Joel was tense. So after he dropped her off at a sleepover he tried it.

Joel was there for only 10 minutes. He was already bored and felt like a perv. He was someone’s father, these girls are someone’s daughters. He kept telling himself that.

He was nothing compared to theres other men. Joel could beat the shit out of them for half the things they were saying about these women.

Joel was standing up at the bar preparing to leave when the lights went from the basic red it’s been all night to purple. He looked towards the stage. You were more attractive than the other girls. The way you held yourself gracefully.

You were fucking gorgeous. Joel sat back down captivated by you. The beat to gibson girl played. Joel didn’t recognize the song but he had a feeling it was just as dark and beautiful as you.

The full 5 minutes of the song Joel was yours. And you were his.

He didn’t truly realize you had his attention back. You like how he was sitting awkwardly, watching you. You liked how he wasn’t whistling or tossing cash at your ass.

You danced almost for him. Everything in that moment was for him. The red light change. The crawl and the way you rode the floor with your eyes closed. In that moment in that dance you were fucking him.

You were riding him and flipping your hair while the guitar solo blasted. He was your climax. Your hips moving against the pole was him holding your thigh as you rode your high.

Then.

The song ended.

You opened your eyes and everyone clapped. Joel stuck cash in the box for your performance before leaving. Something told Joel not to leave yet. He knew it was you.

He felt delusional, embarrassed for wanting some poor girl on a pole who probably wasn’t attracted to any of the grey old men like him.

After about 20 minutes of standing in the cold there you were. In a fur coat walking outside. You light a cigarette when you see him. And he sees you.

You smile at him and he smiles back giving you the invitation to walk over. You offer him your cigarette and he places the red stained lipstick between his lips. You stand in front of him looking up into his eyes.

Joel doesn’t know where he got the sudden surge of confidence but he had you by your waist and his lips crashed against yours.

You wrapped your arms around his and his hands were squeezing your ass. The way you were making out you would think it was the end of the world.

You pull away and whisper “We can go to the motel”

For the 2 minutes you were in the car you had loss stockings, and heels. Joel got your Motel key 40 seconds flat and had you in his lap

Lips attached to each other like superglue. Joel never did this. It kept running through his mind that maybe hes taking advantage of you. That maybe your not thinking. Maybe you didnt really want to make out with a old man.

Joel pulled away and looked into your hypnotizing eyes. On stage they were dark. Distant, longing for something more but they were still mesmerizing.

Now with you on his lap your eyes looked brighter. Almost like an angel. That’s when he felt the need to ask you “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel forced.”

For some reason you trusted him. You didn’t know why and he for damn sure didn’t know why. You got up and slowly removed your heels, then your tights, your coat and your dress. Joel watched. Afraid he would accidentally blink and you would be gone.

You got on your knees between his legs. Those beautiful eyes looking up at him. You unzipped his jeans and tried to tug them down. Joel slowly pulled your hands away and helped you pull his boxers and jeans down.

His cock was stored so good away in his boxers that it slapped you in the face when it was freed. Like a tentacle. You knew it was big. No man would be so hesitant to drop his drawls unless he knew it would be so big your organs would fill it.

And tonight your organs is going to be rearranged. Properly, because this man is way too sweet to rough you around and not clean you up.

You grip his thighs and take his cock in your mouth. You worked your head up and down. Moving in a circular motion.

Joels hands hovered over your head. He wanted to gag you. He thought about it just a little. But the last thing he would do was something you didn’t want.

Joel cared too much, liked you too much to run you off. You felt his fingers brush against your hair and look up at him. Slowly pulling his cock out with a little pop.

“You can pull my hair if you want. I don’t mind you can do anything”

You were too sweet, too fucking nice. Someone could hurt you. He couldn’t let that happen. You were his now.

Joel tugged your hair and pushed you back down on his cock. You gagged a little before sucking. You liked the way he was grabbing you. Forcing you, choking you.

He wasn’t like the other men using you for their pleasure. He was gentle under the roughness. He wanted to make you happy under it all.

After Joel came he held your chin. He watched you swallow. And right after he inhaled your lips. The way he kissed you was enough alone. He pulled you up in his lap and tossed you down onto the bed.

Joel hovered over you, looking down in your eyes. Joel caressed your cheek. It was almost like he was falling for you. Joel had to tell himself that was ridiculous, you just met. You just met and he wasn’t ready to scare you off.

Not yet. Not when he just got you.

Joel pulled your purple slip over your head. He took you in. Black lace bra, black thong, black tights. Everything matched. You were a stripper, of course everything matched.

You were his stripper. Joel kissed from your neck down, between your breast, under your breast, your stomach, your hip, your tattoo.

Joel pulled back and read your little ink tattoo on your v line. Joel ran his thumb over your V line.

“Immoral”

He fucking loved that. You could be immoral together. Immoral tonight. The way he planned to fuck you that would be Immoral.

He kissed your tattoo again and single handedly unhooked your bra. A condom sat between your tits. Joel grinned amused.

“Safe girl”

He tossed your brs and ran his thumb over your nipple. He took one between his pointer finger and thumb. Tugging it gently to earn a moan from you. And then leaned down and sucked the other.

Fuck he was a pro. For a middle aged men that was shy at the beginning he was a fucking pro.

He needed more. Instantly. Thunder cracked outside. You looked over out the window watching the ran. As you were hypnotized he pulled your thong down and tossed it to never never land.

Joel snatched the condom from between your tits and ripped it open with his teeth and slid it on.

Joel wasted no time, no warm up, no pussy eating just straight thrusting. He wasn’t gonna wait not no more. He didn’t have it in him. Not now.

He held your stomach, rubbing it as he fucked you. His mouth your neck. He fucked hard, he fucked needed you tonight. He needed you all night. From the start.

The whole time he fucked you he loved it. You loved it. He made you moan so loud the creeps next door listened. He made you moan so loud he didn’t know you could be so loud. You came three times in 25 minutes. He came twice. Your nipples had bite marks in both sides. Your neck had hickeys. His back had scratches, his hip had a bruise from where you hit him too hard. Your hair messy and sweaty.

Joel laid next to you and pulled you to his side. You yawned and laid on his chest. For a moment you listened to the rain. You watched as purple flashed into the room. Joel kissed your jaw.

You sat up and got out of the bed. He grabbed your hand and sat up to kiss you. You smiled against his lips as he rasped “Where you goin”

Got his voice was raspy. Texaian raspy. Damn. You murmured “Gotta pee” He let you go and you walked to the bathroom. The shitty motel bathroom that you got your world worked it. It was perfect, perfectly shitty.

From now on this would be your shitty hotel with Joel. Your immoral, shitty, thin walled hotel.

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Say It

Divider: @rookthornesartistry

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Teasing your dads best friend didn’t go exactly how you planned

Warning: no use of y/n, no description other than reader is a female, mentions of reader having two parents + giving them names, unprotected pv, mentions of reader being fertile, swearing, joel being bossy, spanking, pet names, age gap (20s + joel just being classified as old), nipple play, joel having no patience, reader teasing, joel teasing way worse, f!reciving

A/N: Pt2? Possibly some other characters are coming your way soon. I guess next time you better wear jeans

Hiding a relationship with your father’s best friend is single-handedly the hardest thing yoy both had to ever done in life.

Sunday dinners, sitting next to him pretending hes not holding your hand under the table. Him pretending like he’s not being tempted by you at pool parties.

Pretending like he doesn’t bend you over the next day he gets you alone and repays you tenfold. Pretending like the anticipation doesn’t kill him to the point where he has to relieve himself every night to the thought of you instead of using you.

Tonight was no different except you were feeling a little more bold. It was officially 5 months of your secret relationship. 5 months of secret dating and joining him on store runs just to screw in the backseat You were wearing a casual short red dress.

Joels favorite short red dress. No one but Joel knew about this intresting milestone in your relationship. No one but joel knew why you were out of your usual jeans and a shirt attire. No one but Joel knew your plans after dinner.

You park your car outside of your parents house. Right behind Joel. You grab your phone and pie before going up to the door knocking on it.

Your dad answered the door with a raised eyebrow “Well aren’t you fancy tonight.” You smile. “Its just a dress nothing special. Wrong its extremely special. Just not to your father’s knowledge.

You walk inside to the kitchen where Joel stood leaning on the counter drinking a beer and talking to your mother. When you walk in they both look up at you. Your mom immediately walks over taking the pie “Your dressed up for dinner”

Your dad comes behind you to join joel on the counter “Thats what I said” You pour yourself wine repeating your lie of the night “Its just a simple dress. I’m going out for dessert later with someone.”

Your dad raises a eyebrow surprised “Really? With who?” You shrug pretending to be indifferent “Just a guy from a dating app. It’s our first date hes taking me for drinks and dessert. Nothing special”

Joel rolls his eyes. You grin and lean on the counter drinking your wine. “Something on your mind Joely”

He hated that nickname. He thought it was stupid and you thought it was funny. Joel took a swing from his beer. Both your parents eyes on him. “nothing besides the fact that you said the last guy was special and yet you still came home crying over him”

Prick. You roll your eyes and shrug “Well maybe this guy wont be a utter dickhead.”

Your dad snicked before your mom smacked your arm gently “Both of you set the table.” Joel grinned and grabbed the dishes while you grabbed the silverware. Joel followed behinf you to the dining room.

You felt his eyes on you. More so your your ass. You set the silverware at each seat while joel slides the door closed behind him and follow behind him. “that is a pretty fancy dress”

You roll your eyes “Well my date likes it” Joels hot on your ass. His breath on your exposed back. “i thought you said it was your first date” You shrugged “I let him pick my clothes”

You set the last fork down and Joel places the plate right next to it and then pins you between him and the table leaning down whispering in your ear. “you think im a dickhead”

No. You nod your head yes. Liar.

Its almost like Joel could read your mind because hd whispered exactly what you were thinking. “Liar.”

He whispered in your ear again “Did you miss me this week” Yes. You shake your head. His hand quickly covered your mouth and he bent you over the table hitting your ass. You yelped in his hand. His voice was low. It only ever got that low when he was fucking you. Not making love. Fucking the shit out of you.

“lie to me again and you’re getting bent over my lap with your parents in the other room.

He hated when you lied about your feelings for him. Even if it wasn’t a joke he never played about feelings. You didn’t know why you just knew not to fuck around like you found out last time.

Joel whispered in your ear again “I’m gonna ask you again and this time you’re gonna tell me what i wanna hear. Understand”

You also knew when the word understand was at the end of a sentence you were supposed to use your words.

“Yes”

Joel let up and fixed your dress and turned you back around to face him. “I haven’t had the chance to tell you how much I like that dress, have I?”

You shook your head and Joel just grinned. “I’ll tell you later.”

He walked out leaving you to roll your eyes feeling the warmth begin to pool between your legs. Of course he had to get you riled up before dinner.

During dinner you sat next to Joel. Which for 10 minutes straight consisted of him reaching up your thigh to feel you up, you elbowing him and him pinching your thigh.

Trying to continue a conversation with your parents while Joel is doing nothing but contributing to your wetness wasn’t even the rough part.

It was him asking you questions about your date like it wasn’t him. It was him distracting you so he could feel the pool of wetness between your legs. It was you choking on your wine and excusing yourself to the bathroom.

Joel followed you as your parents looked concerned when you left. Joel let himself into the bathroom behind you. The bathroom you grew up using. The green and black accented bathroom.

You looked at him from the mirror wiping between your boobs. Joel had his stupid smirk across his face as he shut the door behind him and press you against the sink.

You toss the towel into the sink. “Joel quit.” He ignored you pulling up your dress not once losing eye contact “Say yes and i will give you what you want.”

Say yes and he will make you cum while your parents are downstairs. Say yes and you could get caught. You’re too paranoid. Say yes and he will stop torturing you. Say yes.

“Yes”

In a swift movement Joel had you on the sink. He pulled down the offending panties and had you writhing and moaning. Two fingers thrusting in and out of you and one hand holding your dress up.

You gripped the sink spreading your legs wider. Wanting more. Wanting his dick. Needing it. Wanting more than some flimsy fingers. Fingers that feels good but not enough. Not enough for you.

Then theres a knock on your bedroom door. You don’t understand how joel is quick at everything he does but he is. Hes good at fixing your clothes before you even notice. Fixing himself and opening the door before you even process it all.

The rest of dinner Joel was hands free. By the time it was over he was over the dessert reservation and he just wanted to get you into his bed and fuck the shit out of you till the next day.

It was a race between your Genesis and his Chevy. Of course you won. You always win, especially since you purposely blocked him in the driveway.

By the time Joel got to the restaurant you were already waiting to be seated. You didn't notice him come in behind other people but his arms and fake smile gave his mood away. You knew that dessert would end early.

You and Joel sat in a both right across from eachother. You slid off one of your sandals to lay your leg in his lap. Joel smacked your foot and leaned on the table “Do you know what i plan on doing to you”

You shrugged pretending to be oblivious then you rubbed your foot across his crotch. You could see his composure melting. His self control losing.

Joel grabbed your foot again this time he rubbed your ankle roughly. His voice low and smooth, enough to make you wet again. Enough for these panties to be considered a date night souvenir.

“As soon as we get in the garage you’re gonna march your ass to the bathroom. You’re gonna neatly put your clothes in the basket, you’re gonna put your hair up, you’re going to put your panties neatly on the dresser, and then you’re gonna get in bed and wait for me. And everything you do wrong is going to result in a spank got it?”

The waitress comes to your table and Joel gently lets go off your foot and sit up. Your belly pooled in anticipation. Wondering what would come, you sort of knew. You only pushed him far once before. And that was the longest night of your life. He was relentless.

When you got back to Joels house you put your leftover lava cake in the kitchen on the counter then head straight to his room.

For your relationship to be a secret there were hints of you all over Joels room. You’re clips on his bathroom counter. Your clothes mixed with his in the drawer, your favorite shampoo and conditioner. Your clothes scattered around his bedroom floor. Joel hated when you left your shit on the floor but he let you. Though tonight you had to do everything he said to the T.

You put your clothes neatly in the black laundry basket, neatly put your soaked white lace panties on the dresser and laid on the bed.

You wondered if you should pose. That would be too awkward. Too weird. What was he going to do? Whats taking him so long.

Joel comes into the bedroom hanging his flannel in the closet. He’s silent, but deadly. Definitely deadly. Then Joels belt follows, boots, jeans.

Fuck.

He pulls you by your legs to the end of the bed. “5 times you tried me tonight. That’s record for you.”

He flipped you over on your stomach. “For someone who barely talked tonight you sure do know how to test me.”

Joel sat down on the bed and laid you out over his lap. “Count.” One word. One word is what officially started your adventure.

Smack “One.” Smack “Two” Smack “Three”

10 blows on the ass. And then right after he kissed you roughly. His hands gripping and grabbing your ass.

You tangled your fingers in the back of his hair pushing yourself closer and whimpered against his lips “Please”

Joel pulls backs staring at the needy gaze in your eyes before repeating your least favorite words “Say it”

You hold back your huff and murmur “Please Joel”

He lays you down on the bed taking a nipple between his fingers “Say it louder”

“Please”

Joel holds your legs up to your chest and bend between your legs. Two of his fingers slide in and out of your tight hole as he licks and slurps your clit.

It took joel less than ten minutes to make your cum. Coating his fingers. A magician is what he is in your mind. Joel brings his fingers to his mouth then yours. The sight of you licking his fingers clean is enough for him to quit teasing you.

Joels boxers were down in under a second and he was in your snatch in under 5. This is a night of setting records.

Joels hands pinched and rubbed your nipples as he pounded into you. Repeatedly. Mercilessly.

“Let me here you, make those pretty noises”

Your soft moans went up high immediately. His skin against yours. His balls hitting your ass as they tighten ready to spill inside you. Inside you without a condom. Inside your young 20 year old fertile pussy.

Joels ready for it. And in this moment you’re ready for whatever Joel gives you and you’re ready to take it happily. With a smile.

His hands find your throat and his lips find yours. His tongue dominating your mouth. His left hand squeezing your hip and his right twisting your nipple in all the right ways. All the right ways to make you cum. Your thighs start shaking under him. Joel pulls your leg up to wrap around him and he pulls away. Your lips pouting at the loss of his warm lips and tongue.

Joel whispers against you lips his warm sweet smelling whiskey breath. “You’re close aren’t you baby?”

You let out a incoherent whimper and a little nod yes as your eyes roll to the back of head. His fingers gently smack your nipple. Gently because it’s enough to make you squeeze his cock tighter. Enough for to squeeze your legs around him and enough for it to hurt at the same time.

“Say it.”

Say it. Can’t he stop making you say everything. You murmur against his lips “I’m close please let me cum”

Joel leaned down and kissed your rosy lips. “You gonna let me cum inside this pretty pussy? You want me to make you mine? Say it. Say you’re my dirty princess and you want it all.”

Say it. Joels seed. Joels seed. Cum. Cum. Cum. Think. Say it. Say it.

“I want it”

Joel thrusted one more hard time before you both went over edge. Before you came and he came harder. Flooding and invaded your womb. Invited.

Joel pulled out and walked to the bathroom. Suddenly its cold without his body. He should hurry back. Joel comes back with hot towel and wipe you down before dressing you in a gray band shirt and laying on the bed with you on his chest.

“You know you have to move in now right?” You look up at him “No i don’t” He smacked your ass gently. For a man who loves making you give consent he sure hates hearing no. “I’m not letting my pregnant girlfriend live alone”

You rolled your eyes yawning. “I’m not pregnant, you’re too old” Joel scoffed at the old comment “You’re definitely pregnant. And you better be nice to me because im the one that has to tell Misty and Dave that i defiled their precious sweet daughter.”

Shit.

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Summary: A long night at the grocery store, shifts itching to its end. A recent college graduate just tryna save for her big move when her former professor finds himself grocery shopping just before closing.

Paring: Prof Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Protect P in V, Age gap 20 year old graduate & her 50 year old professor, Teacher x Student, Pet names (Bunny, Baby Bunny), No character description other than mention of tramp stamp and a peachy ass, Flirting, A dumb romcom moment, Cursing? No proofreading cuz we don’t do that around these parts, Mentions of Drinking, Self Roasting, F oral receiving

A/N: I forgot I was writing about a college girl for a moment. So what, sue me.

Graduation

The time for you to put on your last college party outfit and drink your night away. Except. Work waits for no one.

In addition to your graduation night it was also the night your petty bitch coworker Miranda called in sick. And you could use the extra money before you quit your job and move to Austin. So now you’re spending your Friday night bent over restocking ground beef.

“Nice tattoo”

You jumped up being greeted by a grin. Joel Millers grin. Or at least as of a few days ago Professor Joel Miller’s grin.

You pulled up your low rise jeans, not like they could go up any higher without a camel toe.

He looked different off campus. Almost hotter. Messy hair, flannel. Definitely here for a quick dinner and some alcohol. Except that’s not exactly how you imagined him outside of school..

Not that you imagined him much. Besides that one time he popped up in your head right before you squirted a few months ago.

Joel cleared his throat. Shit, you’ve been staring for a while.

“Sorry, did you need anything”

Joel raised a eyebrow looking you up and down. He liked when you wore jeans too small for your peachy ass. He really liked when you wore form fitting shirts to match and show off your tattoo.

“Yeah bunny, wheres the beers”

Bunny.

Imagine that voice calling your bunny while he pounds your pussy 6 ways to Sunday.

You pointed to a cooler in the back and he nodded with a grin. Ever the southern gentleman

You watch him walk away while you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together feeling your pussy throb. If he was any other regular hot man you would've bent over immediately no question but he was your professor he probably didn’t even remember your name let alone your face.

10 minutes till closing. You sat at your register when Joel comes up with a case if beer, a wine cooler and small groceries. Along with a pack of condoms. You stand up and start scanning.

“Got a hot date?”

Joel started bagging his groceries “Sunday Night with a thing called Television Football” You smile and roll your eyes scanning.

“So why aren’t you partying bunny?”

You looked up surprised. He did know you. He did know you were his student. You help him bag his groceries slowly “Well I’m moving more into the city plus someone called into work late so i figured hello extra money.”

Joel nodded with a small hm in a acknowledgment before asking another question. “No one should have to work and sleep on their graduation night.”

You shrug and ring up his total. Joel hands you the cash “Though, your night doesn’t have to be boring. You’re young, hot and have ass for days. Sex saves people bunny. Go have some”

You don’t know if it was the fact that your professor just told you to go have sex or it was the fact that you decided you wanted to have sex with him that baffled you the most.

But you’ve never closed up a register and clocked out so fast in your life. You searched the parking lot for him before you saw a chevy starting.

You asked yourself what dumb bitch runs in a parking lot for some middle aged dick like it’s a romcom. Apparently you. But that would just have to be your secret.

You knocked on the driver window before he could pull off and he rolled his window down with a confused eyebrow.

You didn’t even know what to say. Let’s have sex? Weird. Do you wanna have sex? Shy. Let’s go fuck. Absolutely the fuck not.

“You forgot your receipt.” The fuck? What fucking receipt.

Joel looked at your hands “Did you loose it”

You nodded immediately just going on with whatever so you could just run away and never see him again. Joel unlocked the truck door.

“Unless the receipt is a metaphor for please fuck me I don’t think you ran all the way out here to give me a receipt”

Did he speak incoherent 20 year old girl? This man was a damn dream. A perfect salt and pepper heaven. You did the slut of shame walk all the way to his passenger door climbing in.

Joels loft wasn’t the messy bachelor condo, pool table in the middle of the living room and panties hanging on the wall place you were expecting. It was earthy almost, neutrally brown with real watered plants and books for days. It was pretty.

Could this man get any hotter. No sexier. Is there even a word? You walked around his living room while he puts away groceries.

“Hungry?”

You shook your head. You just wanted your panties pulled down and your pussy on his dick asap. Joel pulled out his phone. “Pizza okay.”

This man. Feeds you. Teases you. Needs to bend you over.

Joel on the other hand was having fun. Watching you squirm. Smelling your arousal in the car the whole drive. Watching as you let out little whimpers every bump because you’re thong had accidentally rolled inside your pussy lips rubbing your clit. He knew when he got you there you were gonna be a mess.

“Wine or Beer bunny?”

You’re gonna need something stronger than both if you have to put up with anymore teasing.

You flop on his leather couch.

“Whiskey”

Joel walks over with two glasses. You down yours immediately looking over at him. You envy how collected he is. How he isn’t uncomfortable and squirming. Joel sets yours and his glass on the table before pulling you on his lap. Ge smells of whiskey and cologne.

Joel lifted your chin kissing you. It was everything you could dream. Sweet, demanding.

You moaned wrapping your arms around him. You felt that grin against your lips as her pulled you closer. The friction of your jeans against his your panties and your jeans against your clit.

You reach down unbuttoning your jeans and joel grab s your wrist pulling away and tutting. “Patience Baby Bunny. Patience.”

Screw him and patience. You needed him immediately.

Joel lays you down on the leather sofa slowly pulling your jeans down. “You smell so fucking strong baby”

In that moment all the slowness escaped from his body and he snatched your jeans down. His big thumb rain across the bow of your panties. Admiring them for a moment before snatching them off.

His hands roughly hiked your legs up and he plunged two fingers inside your snatch. Your breath hitches and your back immediately arches.

Joels fingers feel like heaven. 100 percent than your toys and all you can’t think about is if his fingers feel like this you cant wait to ride him.

“That’s it bunny. Just like that”

You ride his fingers. Wishing he would pull out and replace it already. After a moment of moaning and the wet sounds of your soaked pussy Joel pulls his fingers out.

You whimper and sit up on your elbows watching as he walks to the kitchen digging through the earlier bags. You continue to whimper your impatience.

“Joelll”

Joel grins walking back over “What did I say about patience bunny? Bad girls who don’t listen get bent over the knee. Do you want to be bent over the knee bunny?”

You shake your head immediately. Though the idea of Joel redding your ass to the point where you cant sit down sounds super fucking hot in the moment.

He snatches your legs to the end of the couch and unfastens his pants unbuckling his belt with the same steady movements he’s too good at. The condom slides on just about immediately but at this point you’re so embarrassingly desperate for him you would let him fuck you raw.

Just feeling of Joels tip of his cock alone had you moaning like a bitch in heat. The leaking thick head had your mouth watering at the sight.

Joel sunk in deep. No words were said. What could be said? Thank you for pounding my pussy do well? Thank you for giving me your big cock.

Your moans were music, a song to Joels ear. The way you weathered against his ministrations made him fight to bottom out immediately.

So when Joel felt you clench him through the condom when he felt you close he knew he wanted to wait it out. Wait until his bunny got what shes been begging for all night.

You reached for his hands squeezing them to death. He grunts holding your hands above your head. “Take it bunny, take what you need. Its all about you tonight”

Three more thrust and you cum hard. Harder than the dorm room squirt session. Harder than your first orgasm. Harder than your first toy. And Joel follows right behind you.

He stands there for a moment catching his breath before getting on his knees and licking you clean. You tremble and as soon as Joel finishes he grabs you up by your waist carrying him to his bedroom. He lays you down amongst the huge windows and the king sized bed.

Joel sinks down in bed next to you pulling you in his arms and kissing your forehead before mumbling “Best graduation party?” You give a incoherent response already falling asleep.

This wasn’t gonna be the last leg shaking orgasm your former professor is gonna give you. But it’s definitely the best graduation send off you’ve ever gotten.

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Who told Joel Miller to have such a fuckable face? I mean don’t you just wanna ride it and feel his scruff rubbing against your pussy? Just me? Alright..

The Perfect Graduation Night

Say It (Popular)

Immoral

Mine (New)

Christening (WIP)

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If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

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Oh hey! Haven’t seen this in forever! Didn’t reblog it when it came across me before, not gonna skip it this time, I need some good vibes.

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I could use a wish coming true, but also this is just pretty