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— whiskey girl ⁀➷

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joel miller gives his whiskey girl a gift.

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✿ | joel miller | 1.06k | ❛ whiskey girl - toby keith ❜ | part one

warnings: pre outbreak!joel miller. drinking. allude to sex. age gap.

note: who knows when im gonna post again lol stay tuned for part two tho

❝ just ain’t enough good burn in tequila, she needs somethin’ with a little more edge and a little more pain ❞

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JOEL MILLER LIKED HIS GIRLS LIKE HE LIKED HIS DRINKS.

　Strong, neat, and not cheap enough to make him gag.

　That’s why he liked you: a farmer’s granddaughter majoring in agriculture who worked hard for what she had and knew the value of respecting those around her without being walked over. A little ragged on the edges, but Joel liked ‘em rough.

　Same could be said for you. You liked Joel for the same reasons he fawned over you. He was charming, and assiduous, with enough edge worn into his features to draw you in at the drop of a dime.

　So, when you invited Joel to a local dive bar on an eventless friday night, he sure as hell wasn’t going to say no. It was rare for you both to be free; usually he was working late, or you had classes, or tests, or were helping on the farm.

　He saw your worn mustang parked by the entrance, and spotted you instantaneously as he walked inside. A welcoming aura surrounded you as you chatted with some old men, presumably other farmers who knew you from your last name and came in for a drink after a sweltering day of plowing fields. Your smile gleamed under the warm lights of the bar, and Joel couldn’t help it as his lips curled into a smile just from looking at you.

　“Haven’t been making you wait long, have i?” He drawled as he sauntered up to you, hand making it’s way into the back pocket of your jeans, pulling you closer to him.

　You directed your smile his way before bidding your goodbyes to the old folks. “‘Course not, Miller. You know that if you did, i would’ve given you hell as soon as you set foot in the door.”

　Joel chuckled, running his free hand through his messy hair. “Fair enough, darlin’. You need a drink?”

　“Please,” You replied, and Joel put two fingers in his mouth, throwing a loud whistle at the bartender.

　“Can i get a beer and a, uh,” He glanced over to you for a moment, deep eyes meeting your own, before a smirked danced across his features, “…a whiskey, neat, for my girl, please.”

　You couldn’t help as your cheeks warmed at his words. My girl. You rolled your eyes, turning your face away from him so that he couldn’t see the ruddy heat spreading across your face.

　The two of you didn’t have a label. You drank together, you kissed, you fucked. You’d make dinner for him and his daughter, and he’d take you for drives at sunset down empty country roads, radio blasting through the open heat waves as you yelled gleefully out the windows.

　Still, anyone who looked at you and Joel knew there was something there, even when his hand wasn’t in your back pocket or your fingers were grasping his forearm. You were his girl. And he was your guy. No denomination necessary.

　One whiskey turned to three before you were singing along to the jukebox in the corner of the bar, holding up invisible microphones to random folks who’d join you in your performance. Joel watched, amused, as you twirled around to the twang of the guitar blaring through the speakers. His smile grew as you crept closer to him, pretending to reel him in to dance with you like a fish caught on a worm.

　Little did you know that you already had him from the moment he met you. Hook, line, and sinker.

　His hand found yours as he gave in, not much of a dancer, but eager to spin you around. You let him lead you, swaying to the pace of the music, pulling you closer to him as the tempo continued on.

　He pulled you flush against him. Forgetting the music, forgetting the dancing, forgetting the watching eyes. He kissed you, a passionate catch of the lips that left you craving more, the dull glow of amber above you acting like a spotlight that shone on you and Joel solely.

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　Joel couldn’t help himself as reached a hand up and drew a sloppy happy face on the fogged up windows of your mustang. Your head laid on his bare chest as you both fought to catch your breath, crickets chirping loudly in the farm field, audible even through the barrier of your car.

　You felt him bury his nose in your hair, breathing in the smell of you. Vanilla, and sweet musk, and whiskey. He felt you smile against his pec, eyes stealing a glance up to meet his.

　“I have a present for you,” He spoke suddenly, voice worn and husky.

　“Better than the way you just fucked me?” You joked with a light chuckle, feeling his arm move as he went to fish something out of his jeans that had fell on the floor of your backseat.

　He held the gift in his large hand before opening his palm to you to reveal a small wooden box. His fingers inched it open, and inside was a thin-banded ring with a dainty diamond in the middle.

　You turned dreadfully quiet as you stared at the band, and an anxious prickle crept over Joel’s skin.

　You raised yourself off his chest, turning to look at him. “Joel, if you’re proposing to me before even asking me to be your girlfriend, then i’m going to chuck this out into the field.”

　“What?” He laughed, inching so that he was sitting upright. “No, no, it’s a promise ring,” He said, plucking the jewellery out of the box and grabbing your hand, pushing it delicately onto your ring finger.

　“Ever since Sarah’s mom up and left, datin’ has been hard. I didn’t even wanna look at another woman—“ Joel’s deep eyes met yours, and you felt your heart swell, “—Until i met you.”

　“I don’t want t’distract you from your studies,” He continued, “But you’re my girl, and i want everyone to know it.”

　There it was again. My girl. Your pulse raced as you kissed him eagerly, full of adoration. Joel could still taste the smooth relish of whiskey on your breath.

　You smiled at him euphorically as you pulled away, words leaving your lips before you could even register the weight of them. “I love you, Joel.”

　Joel’s thumb stroked your cheek affectionately, returning your grin. “I love you too, my little whiskey girl.”

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— fishin’ in the dark ⁀➷

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jj maybank convinces you to go fishing with him. he catches more than just a lousy fish.

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♡ | jj maybank | 2.5k | ❛ fishin’ in the dark - nitty gritty dirt band ❜

warnings: 80s!obx. drinking. weed. slight thigh riding. fingering. unprotected piv sex. praise. mdni.

note: obx in the 80’s, lowkey dazed and confused style 🤭

❝ down by the river in the full moonlight, we'll be fallin' in love in the middle of the night, just movin' slow. stayin' the whole night through, it feels so good to be with you ❞

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THE PONTIAC IDLED QUIETLY AS YOU SWUNG YOURSELF OUT OF YOUR BEDROOM WINDOW.

　JJ’s glorious shitbox hummed as you dashed into the awaiting passenger seat, twilight hued sky covering your sly tracks of sneaking out.

　“Thought you wouldn’t make it,” The car owner mused, and you turned your head to look at him with a grin on your face.

　JJ’s blonde hair was tinted an alluring indigo from the midnight sky. He had an adventurous smile plastered across his face, and a healing cut on his lip that made him even more attractive.

　“Yeah right,” You hummed back. “As if i’d miss a creek party. You got the stereo?” Your eyes flicked to the empty back seat.

　“Trunk,” Was all JJ said. He then pulled a tightly rolled blunt from behind his left ear, passing it to you before popping the already lit cigarette lighter just below the radio. You were on the exact same page, sticking it in to get a good light before taking a drag.

　The weed gave you a slight head buzz as you passed the joint, still grinning. The dizziness made you all the more excited.

　Being high made JJ a better driver. This was a fact, no matter how much their friends tried to argue it, so it wasn’t a surprise that he graciously took the blunt you passed to him, his fingers tapping together in excitement to grab it as if he were a little raccoon. The action made you laugh, which made him smile in return.

　“Are we picking up Pope too?” You asked, rolling your window down the rest of the way with the crank and blowing the smoke into the humid summer air, watching it disappear into the wind.

　JJ shook his head, “No ma’am, he’s riding with John B in the Twinkie.”

　You ignored the way your heart picked up when he said that. It’d be just the two of you on your way to the creek, which wasn’t completely unheard of, but usually you’d have a third person and it’d relieve the tension between the two of you. It wasn’t the bad type of tension, because you two were close as could be, but it was the type that lingered between friends that had the possibility of becoming more. The kind of tension that resided on those nights where, when everyone else had gone and it was just the two of them, they’d have to resist leaning in too far or placing hands where they shouldn’t be placed between friends. Nights like tonight.

　“Oh well,” You sighed with a smile, “I guess he’s missing out on the shenanigans!”

　“Right on,” JJ encouraged. “All we have to do is grab the booze from my cousin Ricky and we’ll be on our way to that sweet sweet creek party.”

　Creek parties weren’t nearly as popular in the OBX as the beach ragers because these were for locals only. No tourist traps, hardly any kooks, just pogues doing pogue shit. Plus, it usually lead to a small group at the end of the night going skinny dipping—You knew from experience. Creek parties were fun, honestly one of your favourites, but the fish being so close to you in the water tended to freak you out when you thought about it too much.

　As more and more buildings passed it wasn’t long before the two of you pulled into the side of an almost empty gas station. You could see JJ’s cousin leaning against his jacked up truck, cigarette in hand and box of beer at his feet. JJ left the car running as he jumped out, and you watched the two of them talk for a minute.

　Ricky looked at you, then said something to JJ. You watched JJ shake his head and then say something. Ricky looked at you again before he grinned and gave JJ a smack on the back of his upper arm and winked at him, and JJ just rolled his eyes with a smile. It was pretty obvious that they were talking about you, but you didn’t have a clue about what they were saying. A second after that JJ dapped his older cousin up and hoisted the beer over his arm, giving you a smile as he approached the car.

　He threw the beer in the backseat and climbed back in to be met with a stare from you.

　“What?” He asked, with the grin still on his face.

　“What’d you guys say about me?” You asked, straight to the point.

　JJ laughed with an eye roll. “What makes you think we were talking about you?”

　You gave him a pointed look and he went silent for a moment before saying, “C’mon, it couldn’t have been that obvious.”

　You nodded with a playful smile as JJ turned the wheel and got you guys back on the road. You watched him intently as he kept his eyes trained on the road, but you saw him sneak you a side glance before he sighed.

　“He just was asking who you are and.. well.. if we—Y’know what, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He just wanted to know who you were.”

　You knew that wasn’t the whole truth, but dropped it anyway with a quiet “Alright,” so that JJ wouldn’t get awkward. Before silence could settle you turned up the radio, Aerosmith blaring through JJ’s beat up speakers.

　The farther you drove the less houses appeared and the more dense the forest got. That’s how you could tell you were almost at the creek.

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　It was around 2 when the party wound down enough that only your group and their hookups for the night were left. Sarah was sat in John B’s lap on a blanket in front of the bonfire, Kie was macking with the boy she’d brought, and Pope was pointing out constellations with a chill kook girl you knew from middle school. That left only you and JJ, who were taking turns flipping a coin and calling sides, making the loser drink.

　“Wanna go fishing?” JJ asked all of sudden. You looked at him through the brown glass of your beer bottle, brows crinkling as you swallow.

　“You wanna go fishing?” You asked, confused. He nodded, grinning.

“Yeah. Don’t know you that the best time to go fishin’ is in the dark?” He asked as of it was the most obvious thing in the world.

　You rolled your eyes but stood up, grabbing your beer. “Yeah, okay. Fine then, lets go.”

　You walked with JJ to his car where he pulled a ratty plaid blanket and a beat up fishing pole out of his trunk. You followed him down the creek to a secluded spot, ignoring the whoops of your friends as they watched you two head off alone together.

　He laid the blanket out along the creek edge and waved his hand for you to sit as if it was the most gentlemanly thing he could do for you, which made you laugh. You watched him cast into the bubbling water, and soon the silence settled between the two of you, save for the distant echoing of the stereo back at the fire. You took a sip of your drink to distract yourself from overthinking everything.

　“Y’know,” JJ broke the silence as he picked at the peeling label of his beer. “This is my favourite spot to fish. I always catch something out here. I don’t think i’ve ever brought anyone but John B to this spot.”

　“So i’m officially on the same level of bromance as you and John B?” You grinned, and JJ rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t call what we have bromance,” JJ replied.

　You laughed, “So, then what do we have? Bromance without the B?” You meant it teasingly, but JJ’s silence made you think that maybe, just maybe, you had hit the nail right on the head.

　“Y’wanna know what Ricky asked me earlier?” JJ prompted suddenly, breaking the silence that had settled like a thick fog. You nodded curiously, eyes meeting his own that swirled with anxiety and tinge drunken-boldness.

　Even over the loud buzzing of the cicadas that surrounded you, you could hear JJ gulp, swallowing the lump in his throat.

　“He was askin’ if you were my girl,” He said, “Asked if you were my current hookup.”

　His eyes bore holes into your skin as you struggled to find something to say. Finally you settled on, “So? What’d you say?”

　“Told him you weren’t,” He let out a huff of air, and it hissed through his teeth.

　“Is that what you want?” You pressed further, “For me to be your summer… thing?”

　“You’re sayin’ it like it’s a bad thing,” He muttered sheepishly, eyes leaving yours to continue picking at his beer label with blunt fingernails.

　“No i’m not,” You replied, and you couldn’t help the airy laugh that escaped your lips. “I’m sayin’ that, if you want that, Maybank, then you better say something.”

　His gaze snapped to yours, brows furrowing under the moonlight that reflected off the water in front of you.

　Instead of waiting for his reply, you stood up, creeping closer to the waters edge before lifting your shirt up over your head. Your shorts followed shortly afterwards, hitting the ground with a soft thud. A cloud passed by overhead, darkness shrouding the two of you, and the next thing JJ knew he was hearing a splash of your body diving into the water. As the light returned he glanced to your pile of clothes, noticing how your bra and panties had joined the assorted pile of discarded clothes.

　JJ swore he couldn’t breathe as he realized that you were completely naked in the water.

　He could see the beads of water cascading down your face and slipping through your soaking wet hair, and he watched as you gave him a welcoming smile. “Well?” You prompted, “Are you gonna join me?”

　He swore he’d never stripped faster. Boots being haphazardly thrown onto the dirt with a soft thud, tee and board shorts joining then quickly, boxers coming to land on the branch of a nearby bush.

　The water engulfed the two of you, a chill setting in your bones as he swam towards you. You both treaded the water beneath you, eyes meeting lustfully as the moons wanton gaze coated your bodies. JJ could barely make out your naked figure beneath the rippling current.

　“JJ,” You whispered as he came close enough that you could feel his hot boozy breath fan your wet skin. “I need you to say something if this is what you want.”

　“Is this what you want?” He whispered back, and you rolled your eyes at him attempting to make the conversation go in circles. When you whispered his name again, this time more sternly, he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his sun kissed face.

　“I want this,” He confirmed breathlessly. “I want you.”

　With that, he kissed you. Two mouths became one, tasting of booze and weed as he licked at you, his arms wrapping around your bare shoulders and entangling you with his body.

　“JJ!” You laughed between frantic kisses, “You’re gonna drown me.”

　The height difference between the two of you was significant, and as JJ pulled you towards a more shallow part of the creek where he could touch the sandy floor and you couldn’t, he opted to raise you into his arms with his muscles wrapped around your waist as he held you up, balancing you on his thigh in the water.

　“Better?” He asked cheekily, and you answered by kissing him again.

　His movements grew more hungry, his thigh moving against your bare cunt in the water. You let out a whimper, and JJ smiled into the kiss, pleased with himself. He plunged one hand into the water, easily finding your seam as two of his fingers entered you, his thumb coming to circle your clit deftly.

　“JJ,” You whispered, “Don’t stop. Please.”

　He didn’t. He kept his fingers in that perfect spot inside you, curling until he felt you shaking beneath him as you came on his hand. “Atta girl,” He praised, removing his hand from your gummy insides and stroking himself. He lined himself up at your slicked entrance, the water making him easily slide into you.

　The stretch around him sent a sharp pain shooting through you, but you fought the urge to grimace, instead being thankful that he was giving you time to adjust. You laid your head on his shoulder, nodding into his skin to let him know that you were ready for him to move.

　He moved his hands to rest on your ass so that he could comfortably hold you up, his fingers gripping the soft flesh as he began to thrust inside you, your walls engulfing him and making him experience a euphoric sort of pleasure that he’d never felt with any other girl before.

　“Fuck,” He groaned out, never losing his pace. “Knew you’d feel fuckin’ amazing. Suckin’ me in like this.”

　You moaned into his collarbone, peppering kisses along his freckled neck, sucking and biting at him in pleasure. You called out his name after a particularly rough thrust, the knot in your stomach quickly unraveling once more as you tightened around him.

　“C’mon,” He encouraged, moving one hand from your ass to your clit again, circling the sensitive bud. “Y’can be a good girl for me. Keep goin’ for me.”

　He fucked into your faster as overstimulation took over your senses, until finally he pulled out. Thick ropes of his cum disappeared into the crystal water around you.

　You both fought to catch your breath, JJ panting in your ear as his vice-grip remained on your ass. He subconsciously kneaded the flesh, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound spreading through the night air.

　He leaned his forehead against yours, his breath warming your cheeks as the coolness of the water set in once again, a chill travelling through your body. “Jeez, if i knew that all i had to do was say something then i would’ve done it a hell’v’a lot sooner.”

　You rolled your eyes, smiling into his shoulder as he carried you back onto land. Your clothes became damp as you threw them back on, but that soon became a thought in the back of your mind as JJ patted the spot beside him on the blanket, pulling you into his arms and warming you up.

　A sound distracted the both of you from your peaceful state, and you watched as JJ’s forgot to line jerked in the water. He scrambled to catch the rod, reeling in the line as quickly as he could. On the hook laid a small mouthed bass, wiggling.

　“See?” He said as he proudly held up the slimy fish attached to the line. “I told you that i always catch something while i’m here. Who knew it’d be a girl and a fish.”

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Hi! I hope you’re doing good, I just binged all of your Joel works and wow I loved them especially Fine Tune, don’t take the girl, crazier (basically all of them) and I was wondering if you had a taglist for him or a library blog maybe?

im gonna be fr, i barely know how to use tumblr so idk what a library blog is, but if more ppl wanted it i’d prob start a taglist on my joel posts :)

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If you’re taking Joel requests, can I suggest a pre-virus where you’re being a good neighbourly citizen and always bringing him extra food you’ve cooked when you know he’s had a late shift (for Sarah and him) and one night there’s a knock at your door and he returns the favour of gifting you food, when Sarah’s at a friends house, so he stays for dinner and gets to know you except the dinner also comes with some slutty Joel

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joel miller is surprised by how kind his new neighbour is. he decides he has to find a way to repay her.

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♡ | joel miller | 2.5k | ❛ cowboy take me away - the dixie chicks ❜

warnings: preoutbreak!joel miller. mentions of food/eating. thigh-riding. fingering. praise. piv sex. age gap. mdni.

note: very lowkey channeling that scene where jess brings rory food in gilmore girls n denies it was from him <3

❝ i wanna be the only one, for miles and miles, except for maybe you and your simple smile ❞

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JOEL HADN’T EXPECTED HIS NEW NEIGHBOUR TO BE SO… NEIGHBOURLY.

　Sure, he’d offer the polite wave and greeting every time the two of you would leave your houses at the same time, have small conversations when getting the mail, even sending out the offer to help you fix anything wrong with your new place.

　But Joel never imagined that he’d come home after a late shift to Sarah telling him how earlier you’d dropped off food for the two of them, and he certainly didn’t expect for it to become a common occurrence.

　It’s almost as if you had a sixth sense for when he’d be working late and couldn’t make Sarah a proper dinner. Or maybe you were just observational.

　At first, Joel was hesitant. Sure, he knew you, but he didn’t know you. What if you were some psycho freak who put poison in the food just for kicks?

　But one cautious bite into the dinner you made, and Joel knew that wasn’t the case. This food was prepared with heavy TLC; tender love and care.

　After two weeks of your graciously received meals, Joel decided to return the favour. He’d whipped up a hearty pasta salad, excusing it as a reason to use the stray veggies in the fridge for a nice summertime meal. You also seemed the healthy type; he’d snuck peeks of you doing yoga in your backyard multiple times, sports bra and leggings doing nothing to hide your figure.

　As he hovered his meaty fist over the solid wood of your door, the first pins of doubt began to needle him. Was this weird? Joel hadn’t been able to acknowledge your kindness at all, simply because he hadn’t seen you since you began your nearly daily meal runs. It was almost as if you were a ghost, dropping the food off to Sarah and disappearing into the simmering sunset.

　‘No,’ He finally decided. ‘I’m simply returning a favour.’

　He rapped at your thick door, the knocks echoing through the quiet neighborhood being painted by the hues of the sunset. A soft summer breeze flowed around him, cradling him with the smell of lilacs and faint barbecue.

　He tried not to jump when you answered the door almost instantly, a smile gracing your youthful features as your eyes scanned him. He suddenly felt very subconscious in his worn grey tee and ratty jeans. He shifted his weight in the soles of his workboots.

　“Joel Miller,” You greeted, elation present in your voice. “What can i do for you?”

　You didn’t address your dinner droppings at all, and Joel struggled to not let his eyes crinkle in confusion at that. Maybe it wasn’t you doing it? Or maybe you wanted to leave the simple kindness at that. Simple.

　Maybe he was overthinking everything, given he’d been there for only a minute.

　“I, uh, brought this for you,” He said gruffly, awkwardly holding out the tupperware filled with his delicately cooked pasta salad.

　“Come on in,” You welcomed, waving him into the house and shutting the door behind you. He took in his surroundings, breathing in the smell of lavender and linen, noticing how clean your house was despite being moved in for less than a month. He’d figured there’d still be boxes scattered around, like there was when he first moved into his house with Sarah, but everything was pristine and spotless.

　“Did Sarah put you up to this?” You asked, disappearing into the house. Joel took this as a cue to follow you, dinner still in hand as he clumsily shook off his heavy boots, listening to the sound of your voice to find you. “I told her you guys didn’t need to do anything in return. I just wanted to be helpful.”

　“Uh, yeah, she did,” Joel replied. A big fat lie. He did this entirely of his own volition. “Said I should return the kindness.”

　“Well, you might as well join me,” You replied softly, and Joel watched as you already moved to the cupboards, grabbing plates and cutlery. “Is it just you? Or should i grab another place setting for Sarah.”

　“No, she’s stayin’ the night at a friends house,” He replied, sitting down in the oaky chair at your kitchen table, putting the food down carefully, as if it were glass and he were afraid to drop and break it.

　You brought the place settings to him, and he watched you as you neatly organized everything, the smell of fresh flowers tickling his nose from the vase in the centre of the round table.

　You even went as far as to serve the food for him, pouring him a glass of water and making sure he had everything he needed before serving yourself and sitting down to eat.

　Joel tried not to relish in the domesticity of it all.

　“You really don’t need to bring us food,” He said after swallowing a bite of the meal, the sweetness of bell pepper lingering on his tongue. “Sarah can cook—well, she can cook grilled cheese and use the microwave, and that’s about it, but—“

　“No, no, I don’t mind,” You replied, smiling at him before taking a quick sip of water. “Sarah told me it was just the two of you, and I usually make too much anyway. I’m used to cooking for a big family, and now that i’m by myself…” You trailed off. “Well, i guess i’m just not used to portioning for one.”

　“Big family?” Joel prompted after a moment, not wanting silence to dig it’s sharp claws into the comfortable atmosphere around the two of you.

　You nodded. “Yup. Three brothers, all on sports teams. My mom worked a lot, ‘cuz she was an RN, so i’d have to make a lot of food for those knuckleheads. Learned how to barbecue at a very young age.”

　A chuckle escaped Joel at that. “Yeah, I know the feeling. My brother Tommy, well, he was on the football team. I mean, i was too, but boy he could turn a family sized meal into a meal for one.”

　The conversation flowed easily as the two of you ate. Talking about family, and the past, and the present. How the job Joel was currently working on was taking longer than it should. How you were settling into the neighbourhood.

　After the plates were cleared you set a chilled beer in front of Joel, the condensation beading and running down to create a wet ring on the top of your table.

　As he reached for a sip from the now half-empty bottle he winced, a sharp pain shooting through the muscles in his shoulder.

　“Bum arm?” You asked, and Joel nodded silently.

　“Been given me trouble for a few days now,” He mumbled, turning the cuff in a sloppy circle. “Must’ve pulled a muscle or somethin’.”

　You pulled your chair to him, the legs scraping loudly against the floor. “Here, let me see,” You offered, gently taking his arm into your hands.

　“I’m a physical therapist,” You said softly, as if to explain your actions. Joel tried to ignore the smell of your perfume, and the soft tingles your feather-light grip left in it’s wake as you gently stretched his shoulder.

　You pulled your hands away, and Joel’s arm suddenly felt very cold, goosebumps raising on his skin.

　“Is that better?” You asked with a lopsided grin.

　Joel nodded, eyes studying your face now that he was closer to you. He traced your nose with your eyes, zeroing in on the slight tint on your cheeks and the way your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked. How your lips turned as you smiled, and how the faint beginnings of crows feet settled into the corners of your eyes.

　Without thinking, he kissed you. It was all too much for him; the floral smells, the proximity, the domesticated actions. It gave him a sense of warmth, drawing something deep within him that longed for someone to share life with. The feeling of home that your presence gave him.

　You kissed back, as if you were waiting patiently this whole time for him to make a move. Your lips melded into his, becoming whole as his tongue moved along yours, muscles twisting and melting into each other. When you pulled away you gazed at him with wide eyes, face heating into a rosy bloom and lips dewy and parted.

　No words left either of you as you led him up the stairs, steps creaking under your feet, and the absent minded thought crossed Joel’s brain that he’d have to come back and fix those steps for you.

　He lost all train of thought, though, when the two of you entered your bedroom. Clothes were tossed lazily onto the floor as you stripped each other, shirts and pants being discarded haphazardly until you both stood in your underwear, bodies tangling.

　Joel laid you softly onto the cotton of your comforter, your head resting against the pattern of bluebonnets on your pillowcases. The air between you held so much raw animosity, such a strong difference from the homey aura you’d created down stairs. Your eyes were wild, waiting for him to decide what he wanted to do you first.

　His breath fanned your skin, hairs raising as he undid your bra, settling between your parted thighs as he gently took one pebbled bud into his mouth, his stubble creating small red marks on your breast in his wake. A light sound escaped you, airy and desperate. His fingers found your other nipple, twisting as he worked.

　He could feel the warmth radiating off your cunt, feel it clenching around his thigh as he pressed his leg against your panties, rubbing slightly to create a delicious friction that had you whispering his name.

　He couldn’t hide his smile at the sounds you were making. He inched himself lower, unlatching from your nipple as he peppered kisses down your stomach to your navel, stopping as he reached the band of your lacy underwear. He traced the fabric, fingers hooking into them as he pulled them down your thighs, calloused pads tracing shapes into the plushness of your thigh.

　You mumbled his name again, and Joel caught your gaze, eyes clouded with hazy lust. “You’ve been treating me so well, baby,” He said wantonly, “Now let me pay ya back.”

　He entered one finger into you, wetness coating him as your gummy walls sucked him in. It didn’t take long until you were ready for another, and as he entered a second digit he pressed a chaste kiss to your clit, sucking it gingerly. A high pitched whine left your lips, and Joel couldn’t resist as he grinned into your pussy.

　He loved the sounds you were making. They sounded like music to his ears, clouding his mind with a foggy lust that kept him on a single-minded train of thought. “Those noises all for me, baby?” He questioned, keen smile still on his lips as he watched you writhe beneath him.

　He watched you nod, mouth coming to form words that died in your throat as he hit a special spot inside of you, your eyes glazing over as you started bucking against his hand, holding his fingers in a vice grip as you came around them.

　“Please, Joel,” You breathed out after you recovered from your winded state. Your dainty fingers found the band of his boxers, curling around it as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

　“I wanna hear ya say it,” He teased, watching as your eyes glanced uncertainly between him and his tented underwear.

　You hesitated for a moment before the words tumbled between your swollen lips. “Please fuck me, Joel.”

　Joel groaned as he lewd sounds left your mouth, nudging your hands aside to replace them with his own, quickly working himself out of his boxers. The simple way you said his name was enough to get him worked up.

　He palmed himself, running his hand over his cock to stroke himself skillfully, a drop of precum leaking from the fat tip. He pulled you closer to him by your hips, leaving prints that would be sure to mark you come tomorrow. He dragged his length through your folds, collecting the sloppy wetness that had accumulated.

　He began to push in, slowly, giving you time to adjust. You braced yourself, in turn your cunt began clenching around him, the tightness making it nearly impossible for him to continue to enter you.

　“You’ve gotta relax, baby,” He cooed gently, his thumb releasing pressure to rub tight circles around the jutted bone of your hip. You melted into his pleasant touch, relaxing just as he asked. He pushed himself further into you, your warm walls stretching around him. “That’s it. Good girl.”

　He continued to rub those soothing circles into your skin as he pressed himself into you, hips meeting as he reached the hilt. You let out a shaky breath, the pain of being spread soon turning to a dull pleasure.

　“Move, please,” You begged, and Joel was sure to give in right away, hips rolling indulgently against yours as you let out sounds of satisfaction. Your noises spurred him on further, and his gentle rolls soon turned into harsher snaps, heavy balls making sinful slaps against your bare skin.

　“Joel!” You exclaimed lewdly at his rougher actions, his thumb coming to brush your clit as you squeezed him, pleasure coursing through your veins.

　“So well, baby,” He murmured, barely being heard over the sound of skin on skin. “You’re takin’ me so well.”

　He changed his angle into one that mimic his fingers earlier, finding that spot inside you that had you cursing and clenching around him, eyes lolling back into your head as you squeezed your eyes shut, high over taking you. You felt as though you were in the clouds, wild blue sky washing you in it’s waves.

　Seeing you come undone from his actions fed Joel into his own orgasm, rutting into you tirelessly until he felt as though he was about to snap. He pulled out quickly, thick ropes of hot spend coating your stomach as he pumped himself.

　He barely caught his breath before he was grabbing tissues off of your bedside table and wiping up the mess he had made. Only after you were cleaned up did he allow himself to collapse beside you, thick arms pulling you to rest against his bare chest.

　“It wasn’t Sarah’s idea,” He confessed after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “I wanted to make ya dinner.

　“I know,” You replied, voice soft as he felt you smile against his skin.

　“I think i wanna make ya dinner again,” He spoke again, and you lifted yourself up to face him. His deep eyes stared back into your own, the corners crinkling as a grin spread across his face. It was warm, and sweet, like thick honey on a summer day.

　“If it means i can repay you the way you just repaid me, then i’m all for it.”

　You let out an airy laugh as Joel pulled you in for a soft kiss.

　“If it means I can be close to you like this,” He said fondly, “Then i’ll have to start cookin’ for ya more often.”

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☆ | joel miller | 1.5k | ❛ don’t take the girl - tim mcgraw ❜

warnings: fluff. slight angst. lowkey soft!joel miller. murder. kissing. age gap.

❝ take the very breath you gave me, take the heart from my chest. i’ll gladly take her place if you’ll let me, make this my last request. take me out of this world, god please, don’t take the girl ❞

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HE DIDN’T MEAN TO BECOME SO ATTACHED.

　Joel could remember the very first minute he met you. The shade of the alleyway casting a low tone over your soft features, a small scrape on your cheek just below your eye.

　Tess had taken you in, explaining that you were the daughter of an old friend from way before all the chaos and destruction. That she remembered meeting you when you were just a baby, barely cooing out words with small chubby fingers that wrapped around her own. That you’d lost your mom a while ago, and had no one else. That you’d been on a mission to find Tess for a long time.

　He didn’t like you at first. Thought you were too soft. It annoyed him how persistent you were, always hovering around him and Tess. Always there. He didn’t like how young you were, and he was convinced that you’d somehow fuck up one of their deals if you were there, or that you’d somehow get killed in the process. Or worse, get him killed.

　It wasn’t until he saw you in action that he gave in a bit. Saw how you’d really survived all those years on your own. Saw how you ripped yourself free from a raider on one of their trips out of the QZ, how you’d so effortlessly pulled your knife across the taut skin of the raiders throat, blood splattering onto the soft apples of your cheeks as you watched the man fall, no emotion crossing those deep eyes of yours that always seemed so expressive. They were blank in that moment, as if you had watched a man’s life leave his body a million times. As if you were used to it.

　He couldn’t believe how you’d smiled at him so softly that same night while a fire flickered between the two of you, mere hours after the whole scene. How could you still be so sweet after killing a man as if it were plain sailing?

　He couldn’t help but let his mind wander to a darker place. How many people had you killed?

　He didn’t like to think about such a kind young woman slashing a man as if he were a bug she were squishing.

　After that, he began letting you come on runs with him.

　It was supposed to be a routine mission in the city, grabbing supplies and trades at a drop point to smuggle back into the QZ. Neither of you were expecting a struggle, not to mention an ambush, but in the world you lived in the unexpected always seemed to happen.

　Inside the drop point, which was an abandoned warehouse, rotting and dilapidated, you’d let your guard down. Your gun was placed on an old crate as you poked around while Joel, only a few feet away from you, checked to make sure everything that had been promised was delivered.

　You didn’t see the man coming up behind you, didn’t hear his uneven breaths or the crunching of old glass beneath his feet.

　He grabbed your arm, nearly tearing your shoulder out of it’s socket as he pulled you like a shield across his chest. The cold barrel of his pistol pressed against your temple, his grip like iron, bruising your supple skin.

　Joel heard the struggle and whipped around instantly, eyes wild and frantic as he held his gun out in front of him, not sure where to aim that wouldn’t get you shot in the crossfire.

　“Put your gun down!” The man behind you screamed, his voice so loud that your ear drums rang. You watched everything in slow-motion as Joel carefully put his rifle down, raising his hands as he did so. A stray bead of perspiration ran down your spine.

　“Just let her go, n’we can talk,” Joel attempted to reason, but was met with silence broken by the mans ragged breaths as he pressed the gun further into your temple, the metal creating a building pressure in your head, leaving an imprint in its wake.

　“There’s no talking here,” The man spat, “Someone ripped me off. I don’t know who it was, but somebody here is paying for it. It’s either you or the girl, old man. You choose.”

　Your pulse quickened as your eyes trained on Joel, who’s face wrinkled as he tried to figure out some sort of solution. You tried to speak with your eyes, tried to tell him that it was okay. That he could get out of here and take the stuff back to the QZ, and leave you to your fate. You were fine with it.

　But Joel wasn’t. “I’ll take her place, if you’ll let me,” He said quietly, his words slicing through you. “Just please, don’t take the girl.”

　You wanted to scream at him, but you stayed quiet, lips locked shut and body shaking with fear and adrenaline.

　You heard the gunshot, and your eyes closed on impact. You only inched them open when you felt the pressure on your head leave, and heard the sound of a body hit the floor. When your eyelids lifted, there stood Joel, small handgun that was presumably in his back pocket resting with it’s aim towards the floor, his hands shaking.

　You slowly looked to the ground beside you, and there laid your assailant, blooding and bits of brain pooling on the concrete around him with a fresh hole in his forehead. The gun that had been so dangerous in his hands only moments ago now laid slackly in his limp palm.

　“Goddamn it!” You could faintly hear Joel yell, his words falling on deaf ears. “See this—This is what i was worried about.”

　Joel was in front of you in an instant, rough hands cupping your cheeks as he examined you for any sort of injury, eyes lingering on the crisp indent from the barrel that stayed on your temple.

　“I thought i’d lose you,” He breathed out softly, anger leaving the bones of his body, hot air fanning your face as he fought to calm down his anxiety. He pulled you into him, surprising you as he wrapped his arms around you in a bone-crushing hug.

　Your voice was muffled against the flannel of his shirt. “I thought you didn’t like me.”

　“I’d have traded places with you in an instant.” His words were heavy against the shell of you ear, and you pulled away from his grasp, eyes studying him carefully. There was no denying the terror that still lingered in the dark hue of his iris’, and how deep his worry lines were creased as he frowned down at you.

　“You’re around so much that I—I can’t imagine what it’d be like if you weren’t,” He continued, “Don’t want to.”

　“I would’ve given him everything i had,” He carried on, “Would’ve given him the damn heart out of my chest if it meant he’d take my life instead’a yours.”

　You figured this was Joel’s messed up version of a confession. So, without words, you kissed him, and he deepened it with long buried affection and protectiveness. Two things you didn’t think Joel Miller was capable of.

　“Let’s get out’f here,” He said after he had pulled away. His words brought you back into the atmosphere, struggling to tame your wildly beating heart as you remembered the dangerous predicament you could potentially still be in. “Don’t know if it was just him, or if there’s more.”

　You nodded, taking one of the duffle bags of supplies onto your shoulders. It made you lean to the side slightly from the weight, and a rare chuckle escaped Joel’s lips. He took the bag from your shoulder, putting both onto one arm and slinging his rifle onto the other.

　“I got it,” He said, “Jus’ watch my six.”

　During the trip back to the QZ, it seemed as if nothing had changed between the two of you. But it did. There was a newfound tension in the air, one that spoke of the kiss you shared in the warehouse, and how Joel would lay his life on the line for you. It sparked with the electricity of intimacy and a fucked up version of love.

　It was an unspoken agreement between the two of you that neither of you would tell Tess about what had happened. About the ambush, or the kiss. But you and Joel would know. You and Joel would know that there was now some sort of feelings between the two of you. A new connection that would be acted upon on late nights and moments alone together. The kind that was shared within knowing looks and small grins to one another. Fleeting touches when no one’s watching, and memorized whispered pleas of trading your life for his.

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— fine tune ⁀➷

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joel miller get’s a call for help from someone unexpected. he check’s out more than her broken down car.

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♡ | joel miller | 2.7k | ❛ fine tune - miranda lambert ❜

warnings: dbf!joel miller. pre-outbreak. drinking and driving. underage drinking (americans). dry humping. oral (m! and f! receiving). throat fucking. fingering. truck/outdoor sex. unprotected piv. established age gap. mdni.

❝ you flipped a switch, hot wired my gears, yeah you put me in line, and now i’m running right ❞

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TWO IN THE MORNING WAS NOT THE IDEAL TIME FOR YOUR CAR TO BREAK DOWN.

　Pulled over on the side of a dirt road, slight hint of booze still coursing through your veins from the party you had just left, you knew you couldn’t call your dad. He’d kill you for even stepping close to your car after drinking, kill you for being out so late, kill you for waking him up in the middle of the night.

　You felt like you were out of options as you pressed your spinning head against the coolness of your steering wheel. Crickets chirped happily in the farm field beside you, unaware of the inner turmoil you were currently going through.

　You were definitely feeling worse than when you left the house party. You knew it was wrong to drink and drive, but it was summertime in the middle of a heatwave, and you were a dumb college kid. Your friend ditched you for a hookup and you had no other way home than your car, or else you’d be stuck sleeping on some random dude’s couch and would either get the wrong kind of attention from someone, or be puked on in the middle of the night.

　So, you took your chances.

　You couldn’t even call a tow truck, because they’d probably get the cops involved if they saw the state you were in. The longer you sat racking your brain, the more the booze soaked in. You were fucked.

　Then, it hit you. There was one person you could call that didn’t have parental dictation over you, and couldn’t give you proper shit for your bad decisions because he’d driven home after a six pack multiple times.

　Your fingers nervously picked at the seams on the leather steering wheel as the line rang. On the third ring, a groggy voice greeted you.

　“Joel?” You slurred. You ignored the taken aback way he said your name as he answered. “Joel, my car broke down. I can’t call my dad—Can you please come give me a jump?”

　Joel sighed on the other end of the line. Usually he’d be woken up by Tommy asking for a bail out of jail, but he never thought that when he’d be answering the phone this late it’d be you calling. In fact, he didn’t even think you had his number saved.

　“Where are you?” He asked gruffly after a beat of silence. You gave him the name of the random country road you were on, and with that he hung up.

　Joel was there within minutes.

　He sped the whole way there, praying no cops were out prowling and looking for someone to bring in to make their night a little bit more interesting.

　He pulled up a few feet behind your car, your figure popping out of the driver door to come meet him. The headlights of his truck shut off as he jumped out, white tee sticking to his biceps in the humid summer air.

　“Joel!” You cried, pace quickening. Your hands latched onto his forearms as he held you upright. “My car died—I think it’s the battery, or the engine, or something—“

　You reeked like alcohol. “Have you been drinking?” He asked.

　You avoided his gaze, eyes wild. “I…”

　You gulped, eyes slowly moving to meet his. “That’s… That’s why i couldn’t call my dad.”

　Your name came out as a sigh between his lips. You shifted more weight into him, “Please, Joel—Can you help me?”

　The neediness in your voice made his thoughts wander, but he mentally reprimanded himself, attempting to focus on the task at hand. He kept a hand on your arm as the two of you walked to your beat up car, opening the hood. Your eyes never left Joel’s face as he examined the contents of your vehicle.

　“Well, we’ll try jumping it,” He said, eyes shifting to you. “If that doesn’t work…”

　He didn’t finish his sentence. You really didn’t want to call a tow truck. College was already eating up your money.

　You trailed behind him as he walked to the bed of his truck, opening the tailgate and reaching for the jumper cables strewn lazily in the very back. Just as he reached for them he paused, instead turning to look at you.

　“You can’t be doing dangerous shit like this,” He said sternly, gaze hard with seriousness.

　Figuring that you were gonna be there for a hot minute, you jumped onto the tailgate, sitting down to rest your body. “Why? You do it all the time.”

　 “I bet you’ve even got a few drinks in your system right now,” You teased.

　“That’s different,” He sighed, hand coming to rub his face in annoyance. “I’m twice your weight and almost twice your age. My four shots is different from your four shots.”

　“Not really,” You shrugged. You leant closer to him, face coming dangerously close to his. “How many fingers am i holding up?”

　His eyes only left yours for a moment to glance at your hand.

　“Two.”

　You playfully rolled your eyes, drunken grin coming to dance along your lips as you pulled away ever-so-slightly. “Whatever, Miller. Just ‘cuz you have good eyes doesn’t mean you’re not half as buzzed as i am. I can still smell the whiskey on your breath; no age, or weight, can change that. And we both know how whiskey clouds your mind.”

　There was one time a few months ago where you had went swimming with Joel at a party your parents were having. He’d been a few whiskeys in, and you’d caught him staring at the way your chest sat perkily in your skimpy bikini top for a bit too long. He’d hopped out of the pool shortly afterwards, tugging at his swim shorts to presumably hide something going on down there. You hadn’t let him live it down since.

　Tired of your teasing, he inched his face closer to yours. His breath was hot against your cheek. “So, what?” He questioned, head cocking slightly and brow raising. “You wanna find out what happens when we’re both a few whiskey’s too deep?”

　You couldn’t hide your grin. “Aren’t you supposed to be jumping my car?”

　“Aren’t you supposed to be helping?” He retaliated.

　Next thing you knew, his lips were on yours.

　“How would your daddy feel about this?” Joel groaned between kisses, moving himself between your spread legs to be closer to you.

　“Who says he needs to know?” You pulled away, wrapping your hands in the white fabric of his tee. “You weren’t going to tell him you came out here tonight to help me, were you?”

　When Joel dodged your gaze and pressed his lips together into a line, your jaw dropped. You let go of his shirt, exclaiming, “Oh my god, you totally were!”

　“Joel Miller, i thought i could trust you! But, no, I guess—“ Your rambling was cut off by Joel’s large hand grabbing the nape of your neck.

　“Just shut up and kiss me.”

　You easily complied, melting into the kiss as his tongue slipped into your mouth. He slipped his hands in the back pockets of your cutoffs, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer until you were flush against him, tits pressing against his chest and cunt pressed against the bulge in his jeans.

　You groaned at the contact, rubbing yourself against him. You felt him smile into the kiss. “Isn’t someone an eager beaver.”

　“Never again say that when we’re making out. Ever.”

　“Again?” He questioned, his brow cocked. “Who says i’ll ever let you kiss me again?”

　“Let me kiss you?” You snorted, “More like let you kiss me. You’re the man in his late-thirties making out with a 20 year old.”

　He rolled his eyes. “Are you this feisty in bed?”

　Your grin turned devilish. “Only one way for you to find out.”

　You grinded against him again, and he let out a raspy groan, hands coming to rest on your hips as he rolled you against him repeatedly, coaxing you to an orgasm without even taking your pants off.

　“Didn’t know you were so talented, Miller,” You mumbled as you caught your breath, and Joel rolled his eyes, sliding your shorts down your shaking legs.

　“You don’t ever shut up, do you?”

　“There’s only two ways to shut me up,” Your teeth shone under the light of the moon as you grinned, “It’s up to you to figure ‘em out.”

　“I can think of one way,” Joel muttered as his fingers rubbed your clit through your panties, chucking them off soon enough and pulling you closer to him on the tailgate, knees lowering onto the coarse dirt of the road. His tongue poked and probed experimentally, finding your clit to kiss and suck on it, his actions being rewarded by gracefully moans leaving your swollen lips.

　“So sweet,” He cooed, and you felt your face flush.

　“God, Joel,” You called out as his fingers moved to enter inside of you while his muscle continued to lap at your clit, “Please, don’t stop—“

　Your pleads were cut off by your walls clenching around Joel’s digits as you came, struggling to stop your hips from bucking up against his face. He let you ride out your high, using him.

　“Well, you found one out,” You sighed, and you heard Joel chuckle.

　“I think i know the other,” He replied as he rose to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue, a sweet tang mixed with whatever whiskey was still in his system.

　“You should’ve been a detective instead of a contractor, Miller,” You joked, sliding over to pat the worn plastic of the truck box beside you, “Now hop up, old man. I think it’s time you had a bit of fun.”

　He complied, hoisting himself up onto the tailgate beside you and sliding further into the roomy box. He let you lay him down, fingers dancing along his jeans as you nimbly unbuttoned them, pulling them down. You raised his shirt, signalling for him to take it off. Once he did so, you ran your tongue in a hasty line from his navel down his v-line to where the band of his boxers laid, a thin happy trail guiding your way.

　You heard him breathe out a shaky breath at your teases, and to toy with him more you pulled down his boxers painfully slow, taking your time to unsheathe him before taking his cock into your palm, pumping him as precum leaked from his tip and into your hand. You raised your palm to your face, tongue licking up the salty mess as your eyes met his own, blown wide with surprise and erratic lust.

　“Oh, darlin’,” He choked out, and you smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the tip before your tongue moved down the vein on the side of his shaft, caressing him as you took him into your mouth.

　He hit the gummy side of your cheek and a deep sigh left him, the warmth melting his calloused attitude as you guided him down your throat, swallowing him as much as you could.

　“Baby, you’re doing so well,” He prided, fingers caressing your cheek as a suppressed cough vibrated through your throat. “Can i fuck that pretty throat of yours?”

　He felt you nod around him, and his hips began thrusting quickly, his dick hitting the back of your throat as he throat fucked you. When he felt himself getting close he pulled out, a trail of spit being left in his wake.

　You whined, causing Joel to laugh, running a hand through your hair. “Need to save myself to fuck you, darlin’. Wanna feel that pretty cunt‘a yours grippin’ me.”

　Your lips upturned at his praises, losing your shirt and turning so that you were on your hands and knees as Joel raised himself to meet your position, pumping his dick and dragging himself through your wetness before inching himself inside.

　You groaned, sinking yourself down so that you could meet his hips as he bottom out inside of you. A hiss left his lips, “You’re so tight, baby. Swallowin’ me whole.”

　You didn’t give him time to adjust to your warmth, wiggling your hips so that he’d get the hint. You heard a hearty chuckle rumble through his chest as he began thrusting inside of you, hand gripping your hips as you sank yourself down to meet his movements.

　Groans tumbled from both your lips as the summer air breezed through your bodies. His arm wrapped around your torso, pulling you up so that your back was against his chest. One arm stayed like that, fingers coming to twist as your pert nipples while the other trailed down to rub at your clit. The simultaneous actions guided you through another orgasm, hips stuttering and word’s incoherently leaving your lips.

　“Atta girl,” Joel praised, hips moving faster and more sloppy as he felt himself reaching his own peak. “So good for me, fuckin’ me so well.”

　You could have sworn there’d be bruises of his fingertips as his hand pulled away from your waist, his iron grip receding and making you cold from the loss of contact.

　You sighed, attempting to compose yourself after being fucked dumb. Your chest heaved with every breath, heart racing. You stole a glance at Joel, who tossed his tee at you as he began to pull his jeans up his legs. You graciously took it, suddenly realizing how exposed you were.

　Joel noticed your silence, the teasing air that usually surrounded you was replaced by a sullen aura, and he frowned. He pulled you into his bare chest, arms wrapping around you protectively.

　“You did so well, baby,” He cooed, pressing a kiss to your scalp.

　“Thanks,” You replied, small smile tugging at your lips as you looked up at him. “You weren’t too bad yourself, considering how long it’s probably been since you’ve gotten laid.”

　There it was. Joel secretly loved how you would pal around with him, even if he was the butt of your jokes.

　“It hasn’t been that long,” He replied with an eye roll, “Besides, you can’t deny that that was probably the best sex you’ve ever had.”

　You sighed, but the smile never left your lips. “Yeah, it was a much needed fine tune. Now that you’ve got me runnin’ right, do you think you could work on my car?”

　In all honesty, Joel had forgotten the whole reason he’d come out here in the first place. He nodded, slightly embarrassed, and walked briskly to the door of your car. The engine revved to life as soon as he turned the key, and he gave you a pointed look as you stood beside him.

　“You’ve gotta kiddin’ me,” You muttered. “I swear, my car just hates me.”

　“Yeah, well, it’s gonna hate you even more because you’re comin’ home with me. I’m not letting you get behind the wheel.”

　“Fine,” You breathed out, complying easily as you locked your car and hopped into the shotgun of Joel’s truck. “But you’re making me food when we get back to your place.”

　“Alright, alright,” He chuckled, hands tapping the wheel as he began to drive, “You’ve worked up quite the appetite, huh?”

　“Shut up,” You giggled, shoving his bare shoulder lightly. “Don’t think you’re all that just cuz you got into my pants.”

　“I didn’t even need to get into your pants, remember?” He retaliated, voice raising to mock yours. “I didn’t know you were so talented, Miller.”

　“I do not sound like that!” You squealed with a laugh. “We’ll see how well you do next time.”

　“You thinkin’ you need another jump soon?” He questioned with a knowing quirk of his brow.

　You gazed out the window, smile painting your lips. “Yup. Thinkin’ my car’s gonna need it’s engine looked at, and i hear your garage is open all hours of the night.”

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I NEED MORE JOEL FICS PLSSS

— neon moon ⁀➷

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joel miller see’s a face he hasn’t seen in years. one he thought he’d never see again.

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♡ | joel miller | 1.9k | ❛ neon moon - brooks & dunn ❜

warnings: drinking. praise. oral (f!recieving). soft!joel miller. dom undertones. unprotected piv sex. age gap. mdni.

❝ i think of two young lovers, a-running wild and free, i close my eyes and sometimes see you in the shadows of this smoke filled room ❞

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JOEL HAD THOUGHT IT WAS JUST HIS IMAGINATION AT FIRST.

　It’d happened before. He’d a seen a girl with curly brown hair, and thought it was Sarah, but it was just his cruel imagination playing sickening tricks on him. This, though, this was no trick of the mind.

　There you were, sitting on a rugged barstool in the bar of Jackson. You were the last person Joel expected to see when he’d come to get a drink after a long day of labouring Jackson’s newest endeavours, but there you were. In the flesh and not even ten feet away from him.

　He cautiously approached you, as if in disbelief. You looked so much different from when Joel had knew you, just a young girl barely out of high school, a babysitter for his daughter, before the world was engulfed in flames.

　You sensed a strangely familiar presence burning holes into your back, and your head turned slowly to meet Joel’s gaze, your mouth falling agape before it inched into a smile.

　“Wow,” You breathed out, “Tommy wasn’t kidding. It really is you.”

　Your name left Joel’s lips in a tone of wariness, as if you were going to disappear within the smoke that surrounded the two of you, a grim phantom of his past receding into thin air. But you didn’t. You stayed in your seat, not moving a muscle as you stared at him, elation clouding your tired eyes.

　“What’re you doin’ here?” He asked. He didn’t mean for it to sound accusatory, but years of fighting for his life had hardened him into a shell of the man you knew. Still, your smile didn’t falter.

　“Tommy found me on patrol this morning, and recognized me. I’d been wandering for a few months, and they offered me a house and a teaching position once the schoolroom’s are built.”

　A teacher. That’s what you were going to go to college for before hell on earth struck. Joel had thought everyone’s dreams would’ve been broken after all these years, but here you were in front of him, achieving yours after an eternity of waiting.

　“He said that’s what you were helping to build, actually,” You continued, and your head tilted with a teasing air. “Guess even in an apocalypse, you can’t escape the contracting business, huh?”

　Joel couldn’t help himself as his lips upturned, and a faint chuckle grumbled within him. It felt so humane to be with someone he knew again, someone who knew the real him before the world calloused his personality.

　He took a seat beside you, a bottle of beer sliding in front of him. He took note of you, of how your body shifted more toward him, of how your fingers tapped softly on the hardwood bar top to the rhythm of the music spilling out of the jukebox in the corner.

　As the two of you talked, the sky grew darker and the moon reared it’s head through the windows of the bar. You tiptoed around the subject of Sarah, and Joel assumed that Tommy informed you of her demise. You were careful not to say her name as the two of you discussed the past.

　“I can’t believe you’re here,” Joel admitted after a few beers, the booze burning away his carefully built walls like fire licking a wooden fence.

　“Y’know, I looked for you before we left Texas,” He continued, voice growing sullen and quiet. You watched as his eyes sank into his drink, staring as if his eyes could melt the bottle surrounding his beer. “Couldn’t find ya.”

　“I got out of dodge as soon as the police started showing up on every corner of campus,” You replied softly, resting a reassuring hand on Joel’s forearm. You felt the muscle tense under your touch. “I didn’t know you’d come looking for me.”

　“Well, you were like family,” Joel said, and you swore you heard him mutter under his breath, “Probably still could be.”

　“Well i’m here now,” You said light-heartedly, attempting to steer the conversation away from such sad topics. The past was the past, and neither of you could change that.

　The more the two of you drank, the more it wore you down, and it began to feel like nothing had changed. As if you were still his daughters babysitter who left a plate of dinner for him stashed in the fridge every night, and he was the dad who’d change your oil and fix your jewellery box when the hinges rusted.

　“Y’know, i used to have such a crush on you,” You admitted with a drunken laugh, and you watched Joel’s eyes widen in skepticism.

　“I don’t know how,” Joel chuckled, “Every time you saw me i was sweaty and covered in sawdust. Probably stunk.”

　“Well, I like a working man,” You commented, taking another swig of your beer, and Joel noticed how you words were still in present tense. It wasn’t liked, it was like.

　Your eyes glanced to the clock on the wall, and you sighed, downing the rest of your nearly empty bottle. “I better get going,” You rose from your seat, and Joel mirrored your actions. “Early start tomorrow. Gotta start preparing lessons and a curriculum for the rascals.”

　“I’ll walk you home,” Joel offered, and you accepted his proposal with a gracious smile.

　It was summertime, and Joel was thankful for the cool night breeze to save from the heat of the day. It raised pleasant goosebumps on his skin, listening to the bugs rustling and singing in the grass.

　Joel couldn’t help how his eyes tracked you, the moon illuminating you in a spotlight, your body dancing through the beams as you walked towards the small house Tommy and Maria had put you up in.

　You stopped on your porch, and Joel stood close to you. Dangerous close. You breathed him in, and tipsy words left your lips before you could register what the hell you were saying.

　“You still smell the same,” You breathed, dulcet tone coating your words, “Sweat, and wood, and beer. That’s what i liked most about you.”

　“Liked?” Joel questioned, taking an indulgent step towards you. “By the way you were talkin’ earlier, it seems like you still have a thing for me.”

　“Maybe i do,” You whispered, and Joel’s calloused fingers came to dance along your jaw, tucking under your chin to gently lift your face up to look at him. Your face was ruddy with vulnerability and tipple.

　His lips met yours, coaxing and honeyed with lust. He pressed you up against the wall of your house, the solidness behind you pushing you closer to him until your chests were touching. His hands found your waist, one creeping down to cradle your ass through your jeans. You melted into him.

　No one was out this late, but still, you were new to town and didn’t want to chance earning a bad rep before you could even introduce yourself. “Inside,” You breathed, and your voice was euphonious to Joel’s ears.

　He craved this, he craved you, and the two of you barely made it up the stairs and into your bedroom before Joel was on top of you, fingers unbuttoning your jeans as he slid them down your legs.

　Positioned between your spread legs, his tongue licked a stripe through your underwear. You moaned, fingers weaving through his silvery hair as he chucked the barrier off and down your legs, licking again as his nose tickled your clit. He flexed his tongue, allowing it to enter you before curling it and allowing it to drag out of you and up to lap at your clit.

　“So sweet, baby,” He cooed, “Just like i knew you’d be.”

　He continued to fuck you with his tongue until you bucked against his face, stubble scratching the plushness of your thighs as you rode your high out against him.

　He chuckled as your hands left his hair to cover your face in embarrassment at your actions. He carefully peeled your fingers away from your face, smiling. “C’mon baby,” He flattered, “Let me see that pretty face. I haven’t seen it in s’long.”

　He rose from between your legs and crawled over you to straddle you, pressing velvety kisses to your cheek, peppering down your neck until they reached the hem of your tee. He peeled it off of you, unclipping your bra as well, kisses turning into soft licks and bites as he took one of your buds in his mouth.

　You could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into your thigh as he continued his actions

　“Joel,” You mumbled, fingers tracing the bottom of his shirt. “Please, i need you.”

　Those simple yet enticing words were enough to have Joel kicking it into high gear, sloppily chucking his clothes onto your bedroom floor. He pumped his cock in his large hand, precum spilling into his palm as his sonorous voice spoke, “Are you ready, darlin’?”

　You nodded as his tip slipped between your folds, collecting the slick Joel had left there earlier. He tutted, “Words, baby. Use your words.”

　“I’m ready,” You replied wantonly, words being broken by strained breaths as he pushed himself inside you. Even with the prep, the stretch still caused an ache deep within your core as his head kissed your cervix, but you fought the pain and focused on the pleasure as he began slow thrusts up into you, hips meeting your own.

　A lewd moan left your mouth as Joel began to pick up speed, fingers coming to deftly circle your clit to guide you through your euphoria.

　“Wanted this for years,” Joel groaned, words spilling from his lips uncontrollably, “Knew it was wrong to want such a pretty, young thing, but you were so damn cute in your cutoffs, talkin’ about changing kids lives and all that.”

　His accent became thicker the more he fucked you and the closer he came to cumming.

　“Knew you’d be such a good girl,” He continued, and another pleasured moan graced his ears, “Just like ya are now. Takin’ me so well like this, lettin’ me fuck you after not seein’ me for so long.”

　His praises were the straw that broke the camels back as you clenched around him, swallowing him whole as you came.

　“Good,” He breathed out, fucking you into overstimulation, “So fuckin’ tight for me, baby.”

　You met his thrusts with shaking legs, and you felt his seed spill inside you, coating you and filling you, creating a creamy ring around Joel’s base as he fucked you until he physically couldn’t.

　With a shaky breath he pulled out of you, sweat beading along his hairline and sheerness covering both of your bodies. He rose from your bed, pulling on his boxers before disappearing into your house, coming back seconds later with a wet washcloth.

　He gently wiped the mess between your legs, trying not to laugh when you twitched from the friction against your overworked clit. He put the cloth on your bedside table, handing you your tee and watching you modestly pull it over your naked form.

　He laid beside you after that, pulling you into his arms and tenderly stroking your hair, pressing kisses to your temple.

　The neon moon peeked at the two of you through your bedroom windows, coating you both in it’s glistening beams as you stayed like that, holding each other and catching your breaths, unsure of what tribulations the next day would bring as the moon would eventually dance away.

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— cigarettes out the window ⁀➷

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every night joel miller’s neighbour smokes cigarettes out her window, and every night he watches her do it.

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♡ | joel miller | 1.4k | ❛ cigarettes out the window - TV girl ❜

warnings: smoking. mentions of parental death. soft!joel miller. praise. fingering. piv sex. cockwarming. established age gap. mdni.

❝ but she never really quits, she’d just say she did ❞

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JOEL ONLY EVER SAW HER AT NIGHT.

　The moon would shine brightly over the QZ, reflecting off posted signs and apartment windows as the streets quietly hummed through the late hours, desperate to sleep. There she would be, a girl hanging out her window with small puffs of a smoke wafting out of her mouth, cigarette lit and resting between her fingers like a ruby ring.

　There was only an alleyway separating their buildings. Close enough to hear her sighs but never to touch her youthfully tired face. Joel found a simple pleasure in watching his neighbour smoke as her eyes watched the street beside them buzz with hidden life, rowdy kids sneaking home, out past curfew and desperate not to be caught by FEDRA.

　He didn’t know her name, and didn’t care to. There was something just so oddly serene about how carelessly she rested her elbows in her window sill, and how her smoke would blur the stars and paint the night sky with a temporary cloud. He wondered how she got the cigarettes, a seemingly endless supply.

　He didn’t find out until she became a customer of his.

　Apparently whoever she’d been trading with before had been caught, and so she’d found a new dealer through word of mouth. That dealer was none other than Joel Miller.

　You’d never come to him for anything other than cigarettes. Never pills, or booze, or any other amenities he had stockpiled. Only those thin sticks off nicotine.

　Somehow your relationship had changed from retailing to romance, and Joel often found himself tangled up in your sheets. He’d wake up in the middle of the night to air nipping at his bare skin, and he’d look to find you with your upper body out the window, smoke curling around you in a tobacco-smelling aura.

　He’d watch you stand there for an hour, sometimes longer, before you’d brush your teeth quietly and then crawl back into bed with him. Despite your best efforts, the stench of smoulder would remain, lingering on your tee as you snuggled into his warm body. He’d inhale it as you pressed into him, enjoying the smell of it. The smell of you.

　You always promised him you’d quit, but those words became more empty the more Joel heard them.

　One night in particular, he crawled out of bed to wrap his arms around you as you took your clockwork stance at the window. Your cigarette glowed between your fingers as you inhaled, puffing out the smog.

　“Why’re you up, darlin’?” He questioned softly, nose nestled deep into your hair.

　“Can’t sleep,” You mumbled in reply, goosebumps gracing your bare arms from the cool summer air. You ignored the shiver crawling through your body.

　“It’s cold,” He murmured back, his hands coming to rub your arms in an attempt to warm you up. “Why don’t you come back to bed?”

　“I will in a minute,” You replied softly, eyes finally turning to meet his. He could see the well of tears in your eyes, and his brow furrowed.

　“Darlin’, what’sa matter?” He questioned tenderly, his own eyes swelling with worry. Joel was a rough man, but in moments like these his old-self broke through. The self that cared deeply for the ones he loved. The self that lived proudly before the world went to hell.

　“Nothing,” You replied, flicking your cigarette into the street below before breaking away from him and stumbling back into bed. Joel followed quietly. The window remained open.

　The silence stayed between the two of you like a wall, but eventually you began tearing those tense bricks away.

　“Y’know, I came here with my mom,” Your words were soft and careful, as if you were telling him a secret that no one was supposed to know. Joel listened intently. “I was thirteen.”

　He hummed, showing he was listening. You continued.

　“For my birthday, she wanted to get me something special, but trading wasn’t very big yet, and the few people that did had nothing good to offer. So, she broke into that boarded up mall.”

　He could hear your voice tremble as the vulnerable words left your lips. His thumb absentmindedly stroked your arm, attempting to console you.

　“It’s been twelve years since then,” You let out a sorrowful laugh, “I’ve watched this city change for twelve years. New signs come up, old ones come down. All these signs she never got to see…”

　“All over a damn birthday gift.”

　You laughed again, and Joel hugged you too him. No tears left your eyes, and his shirt was dry when you pulled away. “She would’ve liked you,” You said as you smiled tenderly, “The cigarettes you get are always the brand she smoked. You would’ve been an angel in her eyes.”

　Joel chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m sure i would’a liked her too, especially if she was anything like you.”

　The sadness that creased your eyes changed into one of a faint happiness, and you pulled him into a deep kiss. Joel could taste the nicotine on your tongue, and it drew him in as a second-hand smoke. Cigarettes were your addiction, but you were his addiction.

　The kiss turned into something more, his fingers dancing around the hem of your raggedy tee until his hands slipped under them, cupping your chest as your nipples pebbled from his chilled fingers. You moaned his name, a desperate call for him.

　He moved one hand to dive into your panties, fingers gathering the slick you’d developing as you had kissed him. He used the arousal to guide himself into you, fingertips slipping against your gummy walls as he fucked you with his hand, thumb circling your clit. Your eyes closed in euphoria, your moans gracing his ears as you begged him to keep going, a tide of pleasure rolling over you as you reached your high.

　Your hips twitched from overstimulation as you moved to palm him through his ratty boxers, gentle hand pulling the waistband and slipping inside to stroke him.

　“Baby,” His groan reached your ears as if it were a melody, urging you to continue, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

　“Do it, Joel,” You spurred him on, his hand coming to replace yours as he pumped himself, pulling his boxers down and climbing on top of you, slipping his body between your legs as he traced his tip through your folds.

　A plead left your lips, begging for the teasing to stop. Joel let out a light chuckle as he complied, entering you carefully, allowing you to stretch to him. Obscene sounds met his actions, and he began to move, fucking you to an imaginary beat in his mind.

　“Good girl,” He groaned, a finger tracing your plush lips as he thrust inside of you. “Taking me so well like this.”

　You moaned at the praise, and Joel smiled adoringly, continuing to fuck you until your wave washed over you again. His hips stuttered as he reached his own peak, thick cum painting your walls.

　He stayed inside you as you both fought to catch your breath, pants leaving both your mouths. You pressed a kiss to his stubbly cheek, finger tracing his jawline.

　“Can we stay like this?” You asked, voice low as if you were scared of his rejection. You felt him nod against your stomach, and you fought a smile as your fingers began to deftly play with his graying hair.

　Joel relished the domestic action, melting into your intimacy. He breathed in the smell of smoke that stuck to your skin like perfume.

　“Joel?” You asked after a moment.

　“Hm?” Joel replied, hum muffled through your shirt and skin.

　“I’ll quit tomorrow,” You murmured softly, and Joel laughed.

　“Alright,” He said, turning so that you could hear him clearly. He raised his head, and his eyes met yours, a glimmer of jocose hidden in his deep eyes. “You’ll quit tomorrow.”

　You both knew it wasn’t true. Joel would continue to scour the Earth for that one specific brand of cigarettes that you smoked, and you’d continue you lean with your elbows on the open windowsill, smoke clouding and painting a familiar aura around you.

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A Joel request?

go for it 🤝

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I don’t know if you’re taking requests, but I’ve been thinking so much about Joel Miller (Pedro Pascal) as your best friend’s dad who takes your virginity and talks you through the whole moment 😩 could you please write something short about this

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joel miller gives his daughter’s best friend one hell of a going away present.

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♡ | joel miller | 1.6k | ❛ crazier - taylor swift ❜

warnings: no outbreak!joel miller. age gap. virgin!reader. taking of virginity (duh). outdoor + truck sex. praise. fingering. piv sex. mdni.

❝ feels like i’m falling and i, i’m lost in your eyes ❞

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SOMEHOW, YOU ENDED UP IN THE PASSENGER SEAT OF JOEL MILLERS TRUCK.

　The night sky painted everything around you in a dark coloured hue, the only disruption being his headlights ricocheting off the roadsigns.

　He’d offered to take you for a drive before he took you home, seeing how nervous you were as the days of you leaving for UofT neared. You loved driving at night, and your car was in the shop, so he figured he’d detour dropping you off for a bit; give you your fix as a going away present. He was your best friend Sarah’s dad, and you’d trust him with your life, so you said yes.

　The only sound was other cars passing and the low hum of country music on the radio. You watched as he glanced at you before breaking the silence.

　“Y’know, I never went t’college,” His voice was hoarse and low from lack of speaking, “but i’m sure you’ll have a good time.”

　You sighed, “I know. It’s just…”

　A lump grew in your throat. You weren’t sure if this was something you’d wanna tell Joel. There was a lot he knew about you, being in your life for years, but this was… intimate. It wasn’t embarrassing, but…

　“It’s just what?” He prompted.

　“I didn’t want to go to college a virgin.”

　Your words came out rushed and jumbled, and your face turned ruddy. You watched as his grip tightened on the wheel.

　“You’ve never…?”

　“No.”

　A beat of silence passed, and you kicked yourself. You knew you shouldn’t have said anything.

　“Well, y’know, we could change that.”

　You heard the clicking of the turn signal before you realized he was pulling over, and your mouth went agape. When you turned your head you saw that he was already staring at you, gaze unwavering. You felt as though you were under a microscope.

　“Have you ever done anything before?” He impelled, and you bit your lip.

　You were nervous. Were you sure you wanted to be this deep-seated with him? No. But you’d always found him hot, in a charming dad way. How his muscles would bulge when he’d make breakfast, or how his gaze would darken when he’d hear about boys you and Sarah interacted with at a party. Now, you wondered if that darkened look was more jealousy than protection.

　You moved your head as your face contorted slightly, “Well, yeah, I guess. I mean, you know, I’ve… touched myself, and I’ve given head.”

　“And i’ve kissed,” You added after a moment. “Obviously.”

　“Obviously,” He repeated, mocking your tone, and you smacked the bicep resting on the centre console. It was difficult to ignore how hard that muscle felt under your touch.

　You felt yourself getting closer to him before you even realized it, and next thing you knew the two of you were kissing, your lips moving against his and his tongue weaselling into your mouth.

　You licked against him, eager for him. It turned him on.

　He pulled away. “C’mon,” He jerked his head, opening his car door as he did so. “There’s a mattress in the back.”

　“You have sex in the bed of your truck often?” You asked, projecting your voice so that he could hear you as you both walked around to the tailgate.

　He scoffed, “No, of course not. I was moving it out of Sarah’s room because i bought her a new one for her dorm.”

　“It’s better than having your first time be in a backseat,” He continued, waving as an invitation for you to hop into the box as the tailgate came down with a slam. You climbed in, crawling onto the bare mattress with Joel following.

　The summer heat enveloped you in a blanket as you sat, unsure of what to do next. You watched him rid himself of his navy blue tee, crawling between your legs as you slightly lowered yourself into a half sit up, elbows holding you up.

　He kissed you again, gentle and slow with his tongue guiding yours. You melted into it, a whimper escaping you as his fingers traced your tit, your nipple rising through the fabric of your halter top.

　“No bra?” He questioned, a playful glint in his eyes as he untied your top to reveal you. “It’s almost as if you knew this was going to happen.”

　“I’m psychic,” You joked breathily as he toyed your bud with his tongue, “All virgins are. It’s probably been too long for you to remember that. We have a sixth sense for when hot dads are going to fuck us.”

　He laughed heartily, the rumble through his chest vibrating into you, and you couldn’t help as your hips chased his jean clad ones.

　“Someone’s needy,” He cooed, fingers reaching for the button of your cutoffs. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll talk you through this.”

　You moaned as he began teasing you through your panties, slick rubbing against the fabric. He pulled your shorts and panties off, circling your clit.

　“Gotta prep ya first,” He grunted, inching a finger inside. You let out gasp. His were a lot bigger than yours, and thicker. He waited a moment before adding another one, thumb rising to circle your clit.

　“That feel good, darlin’?” He asked, and you nodded, unable to form words. He couldn’t help as his lips upturned into a grin, fingers fucking you to your first orgasm. You rode his hand, bucking against him until you felt satisfied.

　You let out a breath of gratification before your hands reached for his belt buckle. “Wanna taste you, Joel. Please.”

　It took everything in him to say no, especially when you were asking so nicely. Joel tutted, shaking his head and unbuckling his pants himself.

　“Not tonight, baby. Tonight, I want you to feel good.”

　He pulled a condom out of wallet before chucking it to the side, along with his jeans. He pulled his boxers down, cock hitting the balmy air. It was dark, but the moonlight painted him in it’s graceful light, enough for you to see how big he was as he rolled the condom down his cock.

　You were nervous as hell, but gulped and attempted to relax as he rolled the head between your folds, collecting your arousal before he slowly pushed in.

　You whimpered at the pain, and he moved his hand up to rest of your cheek, thumb stroking your face adoringly.

　“It’ll only hurt for a minute, darlin’,” He promised, “Then it’ll be the best damn thing you’ve ever felt.”

　You nodded, and Joel smiled reassuringly, pressing a kiss to your temple as he continued to let you adjust. Inside, though, he was struggling. You were so damn tight, walls swallowing him in, and his dick throbbed as the thought crossed his mind that he was the ever to feel you like this. To pop your cherry.

　You felt him twitch inside you, and you bucked slightly. The pain of the stretch still echoed within your core, but you fought through it as Joel began moving at a snail pace, eyes trained on the way he slid in and out of you.

　“More,” You moaned, resting your hand on top of his as he held your hip. He glanced up at you before complying, muscles tensing as he began thrusting into you more harshly, your whole body shaking beneath him.

　He kissed up your neck as he fucked you, causing you to clench him tighter.

　“Baby, you’re makin’ me crazy,” He groaned out, hips snapping against yours, “Squeezin’ me and lettin’ me fuck you like this. What a goddamn good girl.”

　You couldn’t help the obscene noise that left you as his praise reached your ears. It awakened something inside you, and all you could think about was making Joel cum.

　What could you say? You were a people pleaser.

　“Want you to hit it from the back,” You stuttered out, and Joel instantly flipped you over, letting you find your place on your hands and knees.

　As you found your rhythm you began to meet his thrusts, a groan leaving his lips.

　“Good girl, just like that, baby,” He growled, his thick arm wrapping around your torso and lifting you up so that your back was pressed against his chest. He snapped into you, and you felt yourself peak, a weak moan leaving you as he continued to fuck you through your second orgasm.

　You felt his thrusts grow sloppy, and you knew he was close before he mumbled out the words. He hammered into you, slovenly and single-minded as he came into the condom.

　He slowed before pulling himself out of you, panting and tying the condom before throwing it haphazardly. You both laid down on the bare mattress, Joel’s arm resting around your naked form as he brought you closer to him, sheen sweat coating both of you.

　He pressed chaste kisses to your shoulder as you caught your breath, continuing as you willed yourself to speak. “That was…”

　“Damn good?” Joel suggested, and you felt him smile into your skin as you laughed.

　“Yeah, not too bad Mr.Miller.”

　You watched as he rolled his eyes. “Don’t you start, missy. You can’t let a man fuck you and then go right back to formalities.”

　“Noted,” You replied, “Joel Miller is not one for teasing. Got it. I’ll remember that next time.”

　“Next time?” He questioned, and you rolled over to look at him.

　“Yeah, y’know, there’s reading week, and Thanksgiving,” You counted off on your fingers, “Christmas break, Spring break… lots of time where i’ll be home and you can fuck me in the bed of your truck.”

　“You’re making me crazy,” He laughed breathily, and you grinned.

　“You said that already.”

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Are you taking requests?

depends on what, but yes 🫡

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— broke record ⁀➷

joel miller has been gone on a supply run for the past few days. turns out there’s a few things he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind while he’s been gone.

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♡ | joel miller | 1.4k | ❛ broke record - eric church ❜

warnings: smut. dirty thoughts. mentions of masturbation. lowkey (highkey) needy joel. manhandling. fingering. thigh riding. edging. oral (f!recieving). unprotected piv. dom!joel. unestablished age gap. unestablished relationship. mdni.

❝ i ain’t never had nothing stuck in my head like this melody i keep’a hearing ❞

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IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A ONE TIME THING.

　Joel Miller was committed to keeping this one night stand with you exactly what it was supposed to be: a one night stand.

　But, good lord, he couldn’t help himself. Couldn’t get the way you whispered his name out of his mind, as if he parted the sea for you. As if he was a bottle of liquor you had found in the back of the cabinet just when you thought you were run dry. As if he was everything you needed, and more.

　Tommy was sick of it. Couldn’t stand Joel’s late-night whispers of “She’s fine with Ellie back in Jackson, right?��� Sometimes he pretended not to hear him over the loud cracks of the blistering fire, sometimes he just sighed and threw his brother some vague reassurance. He couldn’t be happier as they approached the tall gates of Jackson, returning from their 4 day supply run. He’d be free of his broke-record brother who could finally see that you were fine while they were gone.

　But you weren’t fine. Physically, yes. But emotionally, you were just as bothersome to Ellie as Joel was to Tommy; constantly bugging her with questions of if Joel was alright or not. Ellie was two seconds away from locking you in the house the three of you shared and hiding behind Maria when you inevitably found a way out.

　The house was the first place Joel headed after he dropped his horse off at the stables. His boots left hurried prints in the crisp snow, smearing in determination as he crept closer to his destination. The door burst open, a loud bang alerting you to his arrival. The home smelt like you: lilac and a hint of whiskey. He breathed it in, relishing it. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he missed this. He missed you.

　And there you were. Waiting for him with a smile on your face. You were toughened by the outbreak, but still radiated warmth and sanctity.

　“Hi,” You spoke softly, taking a slow step towards him. “Ellie’s just at the movies with some of the other girls. Said she’d be back in time to give you hell for not letting her come with you and Tommy.”

　In the blink of an eye Joel was in front of you, wordlessly staring at you with unwavering eyes. Your smile faltered, brow furrowing with uncertainty. “Is everything alright?”

　“I need you.”

　You were slightly taken aback by his words, not expecting that to be the first thing to fly out of his mouth. Speaking of his mouth—It was on you in an instant, feverish kisses being pressed to your jaw, trailing up to your lips. His tongue licked the inside of your mouth, as if he couldn’t control himself.

　As much as you enjoyed the intimacy, you needed to press pause. You gently pressed your hands against his hard chest, putting a good inch or so between the two of you. It was hard to stay sane with the way he was towering over you, hungry for your touch.

　“Joel, what’s going on?” You had the same uncertain smile as before, eyes clouded with worry, a swirl of awakening lust breaking through ever so slightly.

　His hand grabbed your wrist, his grip sweltering. His gaze was darkened by need. He backed you up against the nearest wall, pinning you between the solid surface and his body.

　“You had no idea how hard it was, bein’ away from you with your needy moans playin’ on repeat through my head.”

　His jean covered thigh pressed between your legs, deliciously putting pressure against your cunt. You fought the urge to press into him.

　Joel’s voice was low. “I don’t like bein’ a desperate man, darlin’.”

　“I…I’m sorry, Joel,” Your voice wavered as you spoke, unsure of how to reply to his confession.

　“Yeah, you will be.”

　With that, he went right back to attacking your mouth. It was a mess of teeth and tongues that resulted in swollen lips, your face being rubbed raw by his stubble.

　You rubbed yourself against his thigh, craving any sort of friction to aid your growing arousal. He tutted, but raised his leg higher, allowing you to guide yourself through an already impending orgasm.

　“Joel—Fuck…” You groaned out, pace quickening as you peaked.

　He led you up the stairs and into his bedroom moments afterward, the door being locked behind you. You settled yourself onto his unmade bed, waiting patiently as he crawled over you, somewhat straddling you.

　“Bet you’ve been waiting all week for my fingers,” He said, ghosting the waistband of your panties before diving down into them, digits collecting your cum and wetness, giving him leverage to circle your clit. You nodded, an obscene sound leaving your mouth.

　“Words, baby.” He grunted, pupils trained on your face as your hips grinded against his hand. One finger slipped in, then two, and you found it hard to make any coherent thoughts as overstimulation crept over you. “Tell me how much you missed me.”

　“It was all I could think about,” Your words were broken by moans, plush lips being bitten in an attempt to silence yourself. “I-I touched myself while you were gone, but couldn’t make myself cum. I needed you to do it.”

　You could feel how hard Joel was through his jeans as he pressed into your leg. His fingers left your cunt, and you whined in protest.

　“Patience,” He growled, head lowering towards your cunt. You could feel his hot breath against the inside of your thigh, then the next thing you knew he was licking a stripe up you.

　Your fingers buried themselves in his hair as you ate you out, uncontrollable moans leaving your lips. He groaned into you, the vibrating egging you on. Just as you were about to cum again, he pulled away. A devilish grin danced on his lips as he watched your mouth fall agape.

　“Told ya that you’d be sorry.”

　A part of you wanted to smack the shit-eating grin off of his face, but a bigger part of you was focused on chasing your orgasm, so you sat back and watched him like a hawk as he unbuttoned his jeans, stripping them off along with his boxers.

　He stroked his length, precum dribbling out of his slit. You fought the urge to take him into your mouth. Instead, you relaxed, feeling the tip of his cock slip lazily between your folds until he finally entered you.

　You gasped, not being used to his size. Even with all the prep, it hurt. But that pain quickly turned into pleasure. He turned you over, stripping you of your remaining clothes. Your back pressed against his bare chest as he pawed at your chest, hand squeezing your tit as he fucked into you. It physically shook you, how hard he was fucking you.

　“Do ya know how hard it was while i was gone?” He asked rhetorically, his voice barely registering over the lewd sounds you were making. You for sure thought your cervix would be bruised. “Couldn’t even fuck my hand, darlin’, and all i could think about was you.”

　“Joel,” You whimpered. His one hand dug into your hip, other hand pinching your pebbled nipple. “Don’t stop.”

　You clenched around him as you began to climax, a groan leaving his mouth. Your skin felt sticky with sheen sweat as you came, Joel fucking you through your high and into overstimulation until you felt his hot seed coat your walls.

　You collapsed into him, overheated body laying overtop of his as you both caught your breath. His strong arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer into him. You could feel the muscles in his arm flex as he did so.

　“Well?” He asked after a moment. You looked up at him, his swollen lips curling up into what counted as a grin from the hardened Joel Miller. “Are ya sorry?”

　You smiled into his arm, tongue rolling over your teeth as you prepared to tease.

　“Not in the slightest.”

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　“So, what. Are you guys, like, fuck buddies now?”

　Ellie’s voice was muffled by the dinner shoved into her mouth.

　Your fork hit your plate with a harsh clang, face welling up with embarrassment.

　Joel’s fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “For fuck’s sake, Ellie…”

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joel miller worries that the girl he’s been seeing is holding out on him on purpose. she definitely isn’t.

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♡ | joel miller | 1.5k | ❛ text me texas - chris young ❜

warnings: pre!outbreak joel miller. outdoor oral (m!receiving). praise. fond nicknames being used. deep throating. age gap. mdni.

❝ it’s breaking my heart and i’m starting to get the message… c’mon and text me, texas ❞

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JOEL MILLER COULDN’T KEEP HIS EYES OFF OF HIS PHONE.

　Whether he was working, or making breakfast for Sarah, his flip phone was always in his peripheral vision. He didn’t even know if it was intentional anymore.

　It’d been a week since he heard from you. A week since the two of you had gone on a nearly disastrous date. A week since he’d gotten a text from you reading, “Talk 2 U L8er, cowboy”

　Texas and Cowboy. You were the one who started the nicknames, jokingly calling him cowboy when he’d come into the ER for some stitches he’d earned during work. Joel knew he shouldn’t be hitting on the resident more than a decade younger than him patching him up, but he loved the way the corners of your eyes crinkled as he cracked a ludic joke, and the way the tip of your tongue peeked out of the corner of your mouth as you honed in on your work.

　This lead to him asking for your number as you discharged him, and you saying yes for a reason Joel couldn’t figure out. Of course, your residency schedule wouldn’t allow for a date right away, something that wouldn’t happen for another two weeks after your fateful meeting, but it did allow for an abundance of phone calls between the two of you.

　Something that had become so routine for Joel that, with their current absence, had caused him a week of fitful, sleepless nights. Missing his texas that wasn’t really from Texas.

　Even now, as he and Tommy shot the shit sitting on the back of Joel’s shoddy wooden porch, beers in hand and cicadas buzzing a backtrack for their conversation, he couldn’t help but steal glances at the folded black device sitting on the table between them.

　“Maybe she’d finally come to her senses,” Tommy suggested with a shit-eating grin as he took a sip from the glass bottle in his hands. “Realized she could do better than a dirty ol’ contractor.”

　“Don’t talk as if your shit don’t stink,” Joel replied gruffly, calloused hands picking at the peeling label of his beer. “You’re in the exact same boat as i am. How is Ashley, by the way?”

　“Fuckin’ a lawyer,” Tommy replied with a roll of his eyes, a much more forceful sip being taken now. “Hey, maybe that’s why she hasn’t called you. She’s fuckin’ her doctor-supervisor whatever it’s called.”

　“Or maybe she’s been too busy patchin’ up dumbasses like yourself.”

　Your voice cut through the summer air, stunning the two men as they turned around to look at you. You leant against the sliding glass door, tank top wrinkled from being in your locker all day and jean shorts hanging low around your hips. Your hair was wild from being thrown up all day, shining in the setting sun as a six pack hung loosely in your hand.

　“Texas,” Joel said weakly, stunned to see you there.

　“Cowboy, Ranger,” You greeted respectively, smiling as you moved to stand in front of the two as you put the pack on the table. “Glad to know you two still think about me when i’m not around.”

　“I’ll take that as my cue to leave,” Tommy mumbled, face ruddy from being caught shit-talking. He placed his empty bottle on the table, fishing out a new one from the pack you brought. “I’ll be drinking this one at home, Doc. Thank ya.”

　You gave him a two-fingered salute as he stalked off, taking his chair and popping the cap off your beer. Joel’s mouth hung agape before he snapped to his senses, hand running over his stubbly jaw.

　“Tommy, y’know, he was just bullshittin’,” Joel mumbled, eyes trained on you, looking for any sort of indication that you were pissed. “Y’know I don’t think you’d do something like that.”

　You laughed heartily, which put Joel somewhat at ease. He melted into his chair just a bit, taking a quick swig.

　“I know, cowboy,” You teased the nickname. Your shorts rode up a bit as you shifted, and Joel fought himself not to stare. “My attending’s been up my ass this week, sticking me in the ER til i ran out of ice packs and stitchin’ thread. That’s why i’ve been so M.I.A.”

　Joel ignored your addressing of your silence, instead quirking his lips up into a teasing grin. “Meet any patients as charming as i was?”

　“Nope,” You replied, taking a swig of your own. “No one can beat the one and only Joel Miller.”

　Joel angled his body more towards yours, “Is that why you took it out of your busy schedule to come see me?”

　“Actually,” You said, wrist twirling as you stretched your soreness, “I have tomorrow off, so i thought i’d pay my dear cowboy a visit, seeing as i left him in radio silence for the past week.”

　“Yeah, darlin’, you can’t do that to an ol’ man like me,” Joel sighed, tracing the wood of his chair. He was never good at being vulnerable. “Made me think you were off, i dunno…”

　You picked up where he trailed off. “Fucking my doctor-supervisor whatever?”

　Joel shook his head, crows feet prominent as he squinted. “No, just that maybe… there was someone else.”

　“If you ever can’t call,” He continued, “You can always text me. Even though i don’t know how to text back, you can always… text me, texas.”

　“Well maybe I can make it up to you…”

　A sly smile danced on your lips as you sank from your chair and onto the balmy wood of the porch, crawling between Joel’s already spread legs. Your fingers traced the pattern on his bet buckle, doe eyes moving to stare up at him. “Sarah’s sleeping over at a friend’s house, right?”

　“Yes,” Joel’s voice came out as a broken sigh. His fingers came up to trace your jawline, rough pads leaving tingles on your smooth skin. “Y’know you don’t have to make it up to me, texas.”

　Your head cocked. “But i want to.”

　Those four simple words made Joel practically fall apart at the seams.

　You felt him relax into his chair, which you took as a signal to continue. You delicately palmed him through his tightening jeans, a groan of satisfaction leaving his lips as you did so. More confident in your actions now that you knew he was enjoying himself, you unbuckled his belt and jeans, pressing kisses to his clothed member.

　Joel’s fingers danced through your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail as you pulled down his boxers, cock springing up against his dark tee to meet the gentle summer breeze. You spit into your hand, stroking him before smoothly taking him into your mouth.

　Joel could stare at you all day, Texas sunset painting your skin with warm hues, your cheeks hallowed as you took him the best you could, hand stroking what you couldn’t. It took everything in him not to bust the moment you got on your knees in front of him.

　“That’s it, darlin’,” He cooed, thumb absentmindedly stroking your cheek as you took him deeper, throat bobbing against him as you tried not to choke. “Just like that.”

　You pulled away for a breath, and he leant down and kissed you. Your palm still stroking the head of his cock as his tongue swirled with yours. He could taste himself on your tongue, the tang of precum mixed with beer.

　You pulled out from the kiss, smiling as you turned your full attention back to his cock, your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth as you focused on making him cum, just as it did when you did his sutures.

　Your muscle tickled his slit as you took him once again in your mouth, wrapping around him as you continued to go down. He groaned, large hand putting gentle pressure on the back of your skull as he encouraged you to take him in farther.

　“You can do it, baby. You can take it all.”

　His encouragement spurred you further, nose coming to meet the wiry hairs at his base as he fully went down your throat. You sputtered around him, but he held you in place, hips bucking up into your mouth.

　“Fuck, darlin’, i’m cumming.”

　His warning came out broken as he moaned, hot seed travelling down your throat and leaking out the side of your mouth. You pulled off once he was milked, using your thumb to collect the fluid that escaped, licking it clean.

　You tucked him back into his boxers and laid your cheek on his jean covered thigh, smiling up at him with a lopsided grin as he fondly played with your hair, tucking it behind your ears and massaging your scalp.

　Joel couldn’t stop himself from grinning back, lips curling as he playfully rolled his eyes. “That was one hell of an apology, texas.”

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— jess mariano. | gilmore girls.

☆ | — coffee stains

— keiji akaashi. | haikyuu!!

♡ | — talk dirty

— nate jacobs. | euphoria.

♡ | — gunpowder & lead

⤷ joel miller. | the last of us. hbo.

♡ | — text me, texas

♡ | — broke record

♡ | — crazier

♡ | — cigarettes out the window

♡ | — neon moon

♡ | — fine tune

☆ | — don’t take the girl

♡ | — cowboy take me away

✿ /☆ | — whiskey girl (I)

⤷ jj maybank | obx

♡ | — fishin’ in the dark

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❝ latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. ❞

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nate jacobs thinks he can get the new southern girl under his thumb. he doesn’t realize she can be just as crazy as he is.

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♡ | nate jacobs | 3.14k | ❛ gunpowder & lead - miranda lambert ❜

warnings: described and implied sexual content. slightly mentioned drinking and drug use. heavily described gun use. abuse? throat fucking. degrading. praise. roughness. choking. corruption kink. mdni.

❝ his fist is big, but my gun's bigger, he'll find out when i pull the trigger ❞

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　YOU MIGHT’VE BEEN A SWEET SOUTHERN BELLE, BUT YOU’D HAD JUST ENOUGH OF NATE JACOBS BULLSHIT.

　The gravel of your winding driveway crunched underneath the worn leather cowboy boots that left patterns up to your mid-calf. Glitter dotted your face, smeared from the angry tears you had unwillingly let out only ten minutes earlier. You were pissed.

　Darkness surrounded you with kisses of stars guiding your path to your family’s newly bought farm house. Cicadas cheered you on from twilight hued fields, grasshoppers clapping with every rub of their legs. Every owl call and coyote howl was in your favour because they all knew what Nate-motherfucking-Jacobs had in store for him when he inevitably chased after you.

　Your upper arms were sore, your cheek still burning from Nate’s hot hand, and you were sure that when you looked in the mirror tomorrow there’d be bruises darker than the midnight summer sky. With every step you took, reflection crept up on you.

　McKay’s end of summer party was midway through when you showed up, dressed like a country music star in a good way, and no you weren’t joking, bitch. You were new to town, only living in the farm house on the city suburban borders for a short two weeks, but already being aquatinted with two girls that put you in their pedestal-like good graces. Maddy Perez and Cassie Howard.

　Cassie Howard loved you from the moment she saw you walk through the gym doors to the cheer tryouts, Georgia twang and all. To her, you were like this sexy southern belle that she’d see in the old western movies her dad showed her before he knocked off. She could already picture your future for you: married to either a high school quarterback or a rodeo star that would have cute babies and drink whiskey by a camp fire in the middle of the country. Cassie would never admit it to anybody in her LA life, but a part of her always loved that country lifestyle. Barefoot, blue jean nights and standing with a baby on her hip in her open back yard.

　Maddy Perez, on the other hand, took some time to warm up to you. When she first saw you walk through the gym doors, she thought you were going to be a vapid country girl who couldn’t tell shit from Shinola. That was, until, one of the freshmen started giving you trouble on the third day of tryouts. If you knew Maddy then you knew she had a minor flair for designer things, like the purses and shoes she saw her mothers clients wear to the salon when she was younger. She’d finally aimed a smile your way when you called the newbie out for her fake LV bag, saying “You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.” At the time Maddy didn’t really get it, but it didn’t matter. She admired that you weren’t taking shit from a phoney.

　Being new-found friends with these two was what allowed for you to travel to McKay’s party with them, as well as two other girls: BB and Kat. BB liked to poke fun at your weird sayings, but Kat was sweet as molasses, excited for you to meet the other new girl Jules who she thought you’d get along with.

　“She has this funky pastel style, but honestly i think you guys would hit it off,” Kat gushed, laying on her back on Maddy’s futon in her room. Truth was you could get along with anyone, but regardless you smiled and said you were excited to meet her if she showed up.

　Cassie let out a gasp, letting her lash spool run slack in her hand. “Y’know who [y/n] should meet? Nate. They’d make a good couple, don’t you guys think?”

　While BB and Kat hummed out noises of agreement, you felt yourself stop your makeup for a second, blood running cold and teeth finding their way to your plush bottom lip, nibbling in nervousness. You were filled in on Maddy and Nate’s history and, while they were broken up right now, who was to say it’d stay that way for good?

　Hesitantly, your eyes shifted to Maddy, who didn’t look fazed in the slightest. “Go for it,” She said in her usual monotone voice, “I’m done with that dick for good this time. Just because you have a big dick doesn’t mean you have to act like one.”

　You felt yourself release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, glancing over at Cassie. She was looking at you, grinning ear to ear. You didn’t know much about Nate Jacobs, except for three things: He was hot, he had enough money to burn a wet mule, and he dated Maddy. Except for the whole dating Maddy part, maybe he wouldn’t be a bad guy to go for.

　That thought chased you all the way to the party, making itself known in big mental neon letters as you walked through the party doors, waving a goodbye to a girl, Rue, who the five of you had given a lift to as she disappeared into the crowd.

　Cassie instantly linked arms with you, determined to make this misplaced fantasy come true. She dragged you through the smothering people, elbowing off the younger creeps who tried to pull at either of your short skirts. Finally you found yourself in McKays kitchen, open bottle of whiskey warm and inviting with a tall Nate Jacobs right beside it.

　“Nate!” Cassie called, and you watched as his strong jaw clenched and unclenched into a semi-smile as the two of you bounded up to him. You tried not to notice as his eyes gave you the once over, smirk growing wider.

　“This is [y/n],” Cassie grinned, pushing you with a discreet elbow towards the intimidating boy. Even with the heel your boots gave you, you were still shorter than him. “She’s new.”

　“Charmed,” You said with a crowd pleasing smile, giving a polite nod of your head as if you were tipping a hat. Nate laughed.

　“Can i get you two some drinks?” He asked before raising an eyebrow, “Or maybe some shots?”

　Cassie was all over it before you could even open your mouth, and the next thing you knew there was a shot glass placed in your hand and two painted nails tipping it up for you.

　Cassie dipped off not to long afterwards, leaving you with a quiet Nate. From what you’d seen so far, he wasn’t the small talk type, only speaking when he had a reason to.

　“So, which part of the south are you from?” He asked, head turning to make eye contact. That was another thing you noticed: He never broke eye contact first and always made a point to look people in the eyes.

　“Georgia,” You answered, fingers fiddling with the rim of the red solo cup in your hands that BB had given you in passing. “Just outside’a Athens.”

　“So, are all the girls as pretty as a peach? Or just you.” Nate tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You knew that line was cheesy as fuck, but oh lord was it working. The alcohol you were steadily consuming made your cheeks heat up easier than they usually would, and you let out a giggle as Nate leaned closer.

　“Well i’m always told i’m a needle in a haystack so… take that as you will.”

　A lot of the night kept going on a pace like that. You’d somehow moved around the house, with Nate or your friends in passing introducing you to people you’d be going to school with. Somehow you ended up in a more secluded hallway with Nate at around half past nine, his fingers ghosting over your fingers or arms every so often, cracking light jokes or soft flirting remarks to reel you in like a fish caught on a line.

　Next thing you knew he was taking you to a bathroom upstairs. You passed Cassie and McKay, the former shooting you a thumbs up, and you passed Rue coming from the very room you were on your way to, looking rode hard and put up wet.

　Nate shut the door behind him, watching with predatory eyes as you leant against the counter. You hopping up on the counter, he crept closer until his body was between your slightly parted legs and his lips were on yours.

　His sweet demeanour turned rough once he knew he had locked you in for the kill. He was rough against your mouth, large hand coming to grip your neck the hardest he could without fully cutting off your air supply. Before you knew it he had you down on your knees, jeans unzipped and dick out. Maddy wasn’t lying about his size.

　“You wanna be throat fucked by my big dick, you whore?” He asked through gritted teeth, fingers winding through your hair. Soon enough he was aggressively fucking your face, calling you obscenities in-between praises. He’d call you a slut only to coo a “Good girl” at you after he’d pull out, only to shove his dick back down your throat.

　“Fuck, I fucking love your virgin mouth. I bet your pussy’s better… Good girl. God, you’re my good slut.”

　Alright, so, when he’d asked you if you’d ever given head before on your way to the bathroom you’d lied. You’d given head before, multiple times, and you definitely were not a virgin, but you didn’t want to be labelled as a slut. Plus, Maddy told you about Nate’s whole corruption thing. Said, “He has a thing for virgins. Girls who have never had experience before. He can teach them, deprave them. He likes to think he ruins them.”

　He came a few seconds after that, pumping into the back of your throat until hotness shot down, coating it. You made a show from him, looking up into his eyes with wide doe ones and swallowing. You swore you felt his dick twitch at that.

　He helped you stand up afterwards, watched you brush off your reddened knees. You got the sweet urge to kiss him after, but you could already tell that he wasn’t the type to go for that after head, so you settled for pressing his hand against your cheek, smiling when he complied and rubbed his thumb against your face. It wasn’t long after that that the two of you left the bathroom. Cassie and McKay were long gone and you lost Nate somewhere in the crowd downstairs. Maddy apparently had been in the pool with some blonde college dude while you were macking with Nate, but was out and dried off now. Kat was getting fucked, according to BB, and you didn’t recognize anyone else around you until you spotted Rue’s red shirt on one of the couches outside.

　You plopped down beside her while she talked with a shaven headed ginger who introduced himself as Fez.

　“You need anything? I can hook you up,” He offered, signalling at the joint he held between his fingers.

　You smiled, shaking your head gently. “My family has their own greenhouse. Thanks anyway, though.”

　“Oh, word?” Fez’s eyebrows shot up a bit. “Let me have yo’ number then. Maybe we can do business.”

　You gave it to him and chilled for a bit more before Rue declared she needed another drink, taking you with her to the kitchen where a scene had only just begun.

　Even though you hadn’t known him for long, you recognized Nate’s yelling. He had a pastel dressed girl cornered in the kitchen, but before he knew it she had grabbed a knife and accidentally cut herself trying to get him away from her.

　Against your better judgement you jumped into the scene, putting yourself between Nate and the tall girl.

　“For god’s sake, quit being ugly!” You shouted at Nate. “The hell do you think you’re doing?!”

　“This doesn’t concern you, [y/n].” Nates voice was low and his teeth were gritted. You felt yourself swallow hard as he came closer to you. You swore you could feel the hostility radiating off of him. He was madder than a wet hen.

　“I don’t give a damn of this concerns me or not,” You growled back. “Leave this poor girl alone.”

　“For fucks sake!” Nate’s final string snapped. He grabbed you, shaking your body in the air like a ragdoll as you went limp, moving you out of the way. His grip hurt and you snapped yourself back to reality, kicking at him the best you could. Finally your boot caught his calf and you kicked, hard, and he dropped you. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He shouted before raising his hand. You felt the sting of his palm before you even saw it coming. Your eyes closed on impact, and they only opened a second later. Nate’s hand was still raised but was resting lower in the air.

　The crowd gathered around the three of you filled with gasps and looks of horror. Nate Jacobs just made the mistake of hitting you, a girl that most of the attendees had now been introduced to as the sweet new girl, in front of everyone. Instantly his face dropped, hand following along with it, and he paled.

“[y/n], i—“

　Before he could even begin you were scrambling through the crowd. You sure as hell weren’t scared, but you weren’t about to stick around either. You could feel Nate on your heels, but bumped into Fez trying to get away from him.

“You alright, ma? Your cheek’s all puffy.”

“Can you take me home?”

　He agreed, and you shot a pointed glare over your shoulder at Nate as you got into the passenger seat of the car. Fez ended up dropping you off at the end of your driveway, asking about your silent tears, but you just thanked him and began your trek upwards.

　You flicked the but of your cigarette on the ground, stomping it beneath your tan boot before pulling another camel out of the purse beside you.

　A heavy weight sat in your lap, serving a reminder of the whole night leading up to now. A half past ten. You glanced to the half finished beer by your foot, rocking yourself slowly on your porch swing, shotgun swinging with you.

　Sure, you knew it was a bit drastic, but you wanted Nate Jacobs to know that he can and will not be able to fuck with you.

　You just thanked your lucky stars your folks were back in Georgia for the weekend.

　You felt the gravel under the porch shake from the weight of his Ram as Nate came barreling down the drive, chunks of raw stone flying through the summer air. The door slammed after he stepped out, footsteps heavy on the gravel as he stalked towards you. You remained rocking, cigarette still held between your fingers.

“Listen, i’m sorry for what happened at the party. I was just—“

“You’ve got more nerve than Carter has pills to follow me all the way home, Jacobs.”

　Nate could sense the change in your demeanour. Whatever sweet belle he had met and coerced at the party was gone. In her place stood a hard and heavy shell.

　“[y/n], c’mon,” He huffed out. “You know i would never hurt you, right? I was just angry at that new bitch and you got in the way.”

　“Jacobs, i’ve known you for one night. One night.” You scoffed, “You think that because i gave you head that all of a sudden we’re buddy-buddy?“

　Nate stood frozen, unable to get words to come out no matter how hard he tried. You stood up, shotgun falling heavy by your side. You were getting a sick pleasure out of this whole thing if you were being honest. Calling him by his last name, toying with him, making a man who thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow scared shitless? It was a little exhilarating. You had his reputation in your hands.

　You hoisted the shotgun up with only minimal struggle, cocking it and aiming it by his feet. To him, though, it looked like it was aimed straight at him. Or his dick.

　“Woah, hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He snapped, eyes widening. He hadn’t noticed the gun before you pulled it into your arms.

　“Target practice,” You shrugged. You swung right, shooting a bullet off, just narrowly missing one of his front tires.

　“You’re fucking crazy!” He shouted, unable to move. His legs had a slight wobble in them, but he forced himself to stand tall.

　A grin found itself wiggling its way onto your face. You looked him dead in the eyes. “Sweetheart, that’s like the pot calling the kettle black.“

　In a twisted way, this turned Nate on. He wasn’t scared of you because he knew you wouldn’t want to actually shoot him. He could tell just by your expressions that you wanted to scare him a bit. So, he’d let you believe it worked for a while. Regardless, he liked this type of thing. It made him queasy whenever he thought about it outside of the moment, but sometimes he liked not being in control, or at least making the other person think they were in control. The exhilaration was enough to get him going sexually.

　See, Nate parked so that his dashcam had perfect view of you on your porch. His original plan was to get you to kiss and make up with him so that he could deny any abuse claims you might ever try to bring up, but this? This was ten times better. Sure, you might’ve had bruises and people as proof, but he had camera proof that you pulled a gun on him, even if it was just to scare him. An eye for an eye.

　“Alright, alright,” He walked closer until the barrel of the gun was against his chest. He stared at you for a moment before pushing the barrel down with his hand. You sluggishly dropped the gun and met his embrace.

　Sure, you were pissed, but you didn’t want to let this opportunity go. You could kill this mans social standing with a snap of your fingers. So, you let him hug you and pat your back, listened to his hushed whispers and harsh words of apology. Let him take you upstairs in your empty house and fuck his leftover anger out.

　You both were in this toying mindset, unaware of what the other had planned.

　One thing was for sure, though. If Nate Jacobs ever tried to treat you like a rag doll again… You’d show him what little girls are really made of. And the shot fired wouldn’t be a warning one.

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saturday / 1:49 am

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　SHE IS EVERYTHING HE IS NOT.

　She got high on friday nights while he studied in the library. He drove a mazda while she drove a lotus. She was gardening and street racing under the cover of night while he was writing under candlelight and tutoring first years. He did volleyball while she did photography for student council. She saw a lot more beauty in the world than him and wasn’t afraid to let her inner “wild child” out like he was.

　Completely different sides of the spectrum. Complete opposites.

　That’s why Akaashi Keiji’s heart nearly stopped beating when he got the notification that she was texting him at nearly two in the morning. What on earth could she possibly be texting him about?

　　　　　[y/n] 🧸 is typing... | 2 secs ago

　The winter breeze that was blowing through Akaashi’s window did little-to-nothing to calm the red blush that for some reason plagued his face whenever she texted him. It was rare, and they only ever talked about things like the photos she took of the volleyball team, or if they were partners for a project, or if she needed help with homework. All very mundane and uninteresting topics that left no room for anything other than a peer relationship to blossom.

　　　　　　from [y/n] 🧸 | 30 secs ago

　He was going to open it after the unspoken one minute rule as if to not seem too eager. Still… his curiosity was beginning to get the best of him as he shifted in his bed from laying on his stomach to his back. Finally it reached the one minute mark and Akaashi quickly opened the red snap that had been sent instead of whatever she had been typing.

　It was a picture of her laying in bed, hair almost like a halo sprawled around her head. Her face seemed flushed and glowing, and two of her long nails rested on her plush lips.

　Confused and a little disappointed if Akaashi was being honest, he sent back a simple picture. His head propped up lazily against his dark backboard, he put a hand behind his head and involuntarily flexed his bicep, the pictures flash catching the defined grooves that bulged out of his black tee sleeve. He sent it, wondering why she sent that random pic. Then his mind wandered back to it, and he remembered how pretty she looked in it. Especially with her flushed face. What could’ve made her flush and glow like that?

　Then a thought invaded his brain. Was it the.. post-orgasm glow?

　He shook his head. He didn’t want to think of his classmate in that light. But then he remembered her lips… fuck. How would kissing them feel? Would she like gentle kisses, peppering her lips and cheeks? Or would she like rougher, heated ones with hickies littering her neck.

[y/n] 🧸 is typing... | 5 secs ago

chat from [y/n] 🧸 | 16 secs ago

　Akaashi felt absolutely nonplussed about the growing tension in his boxers. A part of him didn’t want to answer her, but a bigger part of him did.

[y/n]

heyy

me

hey

[y/n]

wyd

me

laying down (❗️did not send, tap to retry )

you?

　"Fuck!" He whisper shouted. He had royally fucked up, and was already typing up an apology and explanation when her next message came through.

[y/n]

oh?

| Incoming call from [y/n] 🧸 |

　The ringing of his phone startled him enough to make him drop it as he scrambled to answer before it hit the fourth ring. Why was she calling him after that??

"Hello?"

"Hi 'kaashi.."

　His brows furrowed at the nickname. never once has he heard her, or anyone really, call him that. It slipped off her tongue with ease, sounding velvety. Why did she have to sound so amazing so easily, especially when he was already thinking promiscuous things about her?

"Hi [l/n]. Is everything alright?"

"No, 'kaashi. I miss youuu..."

"You... you what?"

"Do you miss me too?"

"[l/n]—"

"[y/n]."

　She quickly interrupted him, and he could hear a quick and soft breath sound over the phone as if she had been holding it in. The thoughts of why she had been glowing earlier weaselled their way back into his mind. Would she sound just as breathy then as she did now?

"Call me [y/n], 'kay?"

"Um, okay [y/n]... Are you alright? You sound... distressed."

"Well, i was sleeping and then i woke up from a dream—"

"A dream?" Akaashi was confused. Why was she telling him this?

"Yes a dream..."

He could hear her breath stop for a second before she spoke again.

"..A dream of you."

"Of... me?"

　Akaashi's face felt hot again. This all felt so unexpected. She had a dream of him? It seemed so out of the blue.

"Yeah, thats why i snapped you. You do know what type of dream i'm referring to, right?"

　Oh. Oh. Suddenly both his chest felt tighter, his boxers even tighter than before.

"Um, yes.. i do."

"Do you wanna, um.. hear about it?"

"Yes."

　The instant reply flew breathlessly  out of akaashi's mouth, and he felt as though he was possessed. This kind of behaviour was out of the ordinary for him, but apparently he had his reasons to jump at this opportunity, whether he was aware of it or not. Most likely the same reason why his boxers were so tight from just thinking about your lips, and why his face hot so hot every time you texted him about even the most simple things. Now? It was all so much more ethereal and exciting, and he could feel his dick twitch at the thought of what you could possibly tell him you dreamt about.

"So, um.. we were at a party and i was tired so you offered to help me upstairs to lay down for a little while, and it was really sweet and we started, um, y'know, cuddling…”

“Just cuddling?” He asked as a joke.

"Yeah... For now."

　Oh, he'd never heard her sound this nervous before. This was now whole new territory for him. Never had Akaashi felt a stronger urge to make a girl more flustered than now. Not to mention the end of her sentence. That “for now” sent his head spinning into obscene thoughts.

"And then you kissed me and we started grinding and oh my god i was so wet because i could feel you getting um, y'know.. harder. Then you made me get on top and started u-um pushing my head down towards your—your, you know.."

"My what?"

　His voice now held a teasing to it, as if he had a new found confidence. it was silky and low, and it made the girl on the other one of the phone grow red.

"C'mon baby, you can say it right?"

"It's too embarrassing!"

　Her squeal of butterflies in her stomach was enough to make him chuckle, but he held it in for her sake.

"Be a good girl and say it for me, okay?"

　It seemed as if two special words in that sentence was enough to get her going.

"Towards your… dick—"

"And what did i want you to do?"

"Um..."

"You can say it, baby..."

"S…suck you off?"

"That's right."

　His smirk was present through his voice, but he couldn’t surpress it. He loved making this sweet girl say filthy things.

"Would you do that for me if you were with me right now? Would you be good for me?"

"Yes akaashi—"

"Ah, that's not my name is it?"

"i mean.. Keiji?"

　His hum of approval echoed through the phone as his name left the tip of her tongue. he was fully hard now, and he let his fingers dance around the waistline of his boxers.

"Good girl. I'd reward you nicely, you know."

"You would?"

"Mhm. i could give you a little treat right now, if you'd like."

"Please Keiji."

"Would you touch yourself for me?"

　His tone was so sweet it was intoxicating. She felt engulfed by his sugary voice, as if she was swimming in a sea of it and it was dragging her underneath the waves, drowning her.

"Touch myself?"

　He hummed.

"You do know how to do that, right baby?"

　He mocked her tone from earlier.

"Yes, keiji."

　The way she said his name was so stimulating, dulcet and breathy. He heard a rustle of what he assumed was her moving her hands south, and he felt a strange sense of pride swell knowing that she was so willingly following his orders.

“Is it okay if i use a, um.. toy?” The last word came out as a whisper. Just when Akaashi thought she couldn’t get hotter…

"Of course, baby. Go slow, alright? Slow circles."

"Are you going to, um, t…touch yourself too or—"

"Would you like that?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes please."

　His free hand moved towards his boxers, palming himself through the thin black fabric. The polite begging was turning him on even further.

"A…ah!"

"Slow baby, slow.."

　His cooing coerced her speed back into smooth and slow circles around her clit, her hips bucking rhythmically. For a little while they just let each other hear their moans.

"Do you feel good?"

"Yes Keiji."

"I'd make you feel t-ten times better. My fingers would fuck you so good."

"Ah, yes Keiji!"

"God, i bet your mouth would be amazing on my dick. Would you like that? Would you get off to sucking my dick? Would you be a good girl and take the whole thing for me?"

"Yes keiji! I'd suck you off and swallow all of it and be such a good girl for you. You could do whatever you wanted—Oh my god i'm close..."

"Ah, me too.."

　Akaashi was fully stroking himself, boxers pulled down snuggly and dick in hand as her breathy moans filled his ear through the phone speaker. He had no clue what on earth he'd done to deserve this kind of good karma, but he'd do a million good deeds just to hear this girl moan his name exactly how she was right now for the rest of his life.

"Please Keiji—ah—i wish this was your hand. Your fingers are so long and pretty and i'd give anything just to... oh god i'm cumming."

"Me too, baby—"

　He came not even fifteen seconds after her and he could hear her riding her high over the other end of the line as he slightly bucked into his hand, the friction making his dick twitch satisfactorily.

"Oh my god... i can't believe we just did that.."

"We could do so much more than that, if you wanted."

　He could tell his suggestion shocked her even without seeing her face. he immediately regretted the words as soon as he said them, his anxiety once again entering his mind after his post-nut clarity cleared his previously clouded mind.

"We could?" Her tone sounded hopeful, so for once he overpowered his anxiety and gave her an answer.

"Yes, if you'd like."

"Only if you do what you told me you were going to do to me tonight. You have to hold up your end of the deal."

"Only if you hold up yours."