eightestmonth

[eightestmonth]

Joel 'just a quickie' Miller.

he can't help it. he needs it like air to live. anywhere, and he means it. a n y w h e r e.

you're at the bar? in the bathroom.

you're in his truck? in the backseat.

you're in a party? in the back, between the bushes.

he'd do anything to have a taste of your pussy and to feel it clench around his cock.

[eightestmonth]

hii i love your bots 💓🧸 would you pretty please do more old man joel bots? i loved the one where joel has DE 🤭🤭

i have one in mind but i'm open to ideas 🤭 glad u loved him 'cause damn I love oldie Joel as well 🦊🤍

[eightestmonth]

i love whatever is wrong with u because... same.

GUYS GUYS GUYS I JUST HAD A THOUGHT 🌚

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dark pastor! joel making you pray for your sins on your knees in front of him on the hard floor of his office while he jerks his cock in front of your face after sunday service. his hand in your hair as he tells you to keep your hands clasped together on top of your lap and your eyes shut tight.

the hardwood floor making your knees ache as his hand in your hair tightens, tilting your head back more to get a better angle before cumming all over your face. telling you that surely you’d be going to hell for letting him do this to you.

“you better get to prayin’ girl. the lords watchin’, and i don’t think he’d approve of your sinful behavior.” he tuts disapprovingly, zipping up his slacks as his cum dries on your face.

[eightestmonth]

the concept of Joel going soft on you, giving you the time to adjust and adapt, to feel every single inch and twitch... and then you squeak the tiniest little sound — something like 'hard-' or 'there' and oh boy. he goes for it. hard. steady. there, there, there–

[eightestmonth]

(awkward stance.) "so I have this... little request"

and Tommy would look at him with a confused face because why the hell his big bro was acting so weird all of sudden? "yeah?"

"rubbers."

God help Tommy because he laughs loud. "condoms?"

"goddammit, Tommy."

[eightestmonth]

I'm 5'4" of course I have a size kink.

Pedro's big hands appreciation post!

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happy august for me ! my month !!

[eightestmonth]

oh honey, I think you didn't get them and their dynamic at all.

xd

She isn't scared of *him* - she loves him, deeply. She's just a mother worrying for his child.

YES, he overthinks, ALWAYS. and it helps them to get a solution most of the times, but *this* time, when it involves a literally baby? Guess.

By telling him that sometimes she hurts her, she's just being honest. She doesn't *suggest* him to change because she doesn't want him to change - she loves him for who he is - but she NEEDS to vocalise how she feels when he suggest that he had thought about the silly idea of 😝 giving up their child 😝 (mind you they tried for little baby boy for TWO years, they WANTED him, they had unprotected SEX)

And telling your belovedone that sometimes they do things that HURTS you isn't a red flag, btw. Is speaking your mind about something that is literally LITERALLY crushing your heart. Arguments over things like that don't mean the end of the world, it means that both of you are SENSICAL people and know how to get over it by ✨talking✨.

Sue has been through A LOT. And she agrees later on anyway idk what're you talking abt like yes she was mad at him because she didn't want her baby to get hurt because she is a mother first and a hero later . and yes you can be mad at your partner and still love him deeply if you're not Twelve xD

Okey i need to say it

I don't really like Sue

She was basic by the majority of the film and then at the and she had something to do with Galactus

I stopped liking her after the argument with Pedro.

She said "but you thought about it" and he was like "but it doesn't mean anything" and I agree with him because thinking and doing are two different things. How many times would something bad happen if he didn't think the worst and would find a solution to this. And then she told him that she is scared of him when he is himself, suggesting that he had to change to be with her and he cannot be himself with her... like girl.

You're his wife, you've been with him for years, you've been trying for a baby for two years, you know him, you know how he is, you decided to be with him, and now you're showing such a huge red flag.

I don't even have words for it. I really don't know how to describe my feelings towards this. I'm kind of disappointed, I was hoping for something more. She was good and then you know... ://

[eightestmonth]

you make him cream on his pants during a party and now you're just trying to soothe him by telling him that no one noticed but he had been with a hard on and stained pants for two hours straight. you better brace yourself.

[eightestmonth]

THIS IS.. SO GODDAMN GOOD.. GOING INSANE RN..

── Girls night out.

Pairing: oldman!joel x fem!Reader

Summary: you're getting ready for a girl's night out but Joel has other plans on mind.

Content warnings: Smutt, oral (m!receiving) big girthy age gap(early 20s/late 50s), established relationship, perv joel, oldman joel, sweet girl, babygirl pet name used, blowjob, cum eating, jerking off, somnophilia

Note: This fic was inspired by @eightestmonth so thank you so much for letting me use your idea. 🥰 💕💕💕

Word count: 1.070

Joel couldn't get enough of you, he always seemed to want more. Even after he had you bent over the kitchen counter, or against the shower wall, he was always ready for round two. Sometimes three. He would wake up in the middle of the night, hard and aching for you again. Fuck..."

His large hands would grip your hips and pulling you back onto his throbbing erection. He would fuck you slow and deep, his lips pressed against your neck as he whispered your name over and over.

He would fill you completely with his hot, sticky cum, making sure every single drop was inside of you before pulling out slowly all whislt you would be peacefuly sound asleep and whimpering softly, "Fucking perfect..." He'd murmur to himself.

Currently, he was sitting in a couch, watching as you step out of the bathroom. The tight, black dress you're wearing leaves little to the imagination. It cups your full breasts perfectly, and the short hem rides up dangerously high, showing off most of your thick thighs. He swallows hard, his pants suddenly feeling much tighter.

You approach the mirror as you spin around slowly to show off the dress. "How do I look, Joel?" You ask, your voice sweet and innocent. He clears his throat, his eyes fixed on your bouncing rear as you turn. "You look... fucking gorgeous babygirl."

He can't take his eyes off you as you walk over to the mirror, your ass bouncing slightly with each step. He watches as you start brushing your hair, his mind filling with dirty thoughts of wrapping that hair around his fist while he fucks you from behind. But he knows he can't do anything about it because it's your girl's night after all...

He swallows hard, his eyes tracing the line of your thighs up to your ass.

He leans forward slightly in his chair, the sound of leather creaking under his weight. His right hand moves towards his pants, opening his belt and zipper. He pulls out his already hard red cock, giving it slow strokes as he watches you from behind "Fuck..."

You catch his reflection in the mirror, noticing his hand moving up and down his thick shaft. You smirk slightly, applying your mascara. "You know, for someone who's supposed to be behaving tonight, you're being quite the perv."

Joel chuckles softly, "It ain't my fault you turned me into a horny teenager all over again sweet girl..." He watches your reflection, his eyes dark with desire.

He starts stroking himself faster, his hand moving up and down his hard length as he watches you apply your makeup. He bites his lip to keep quiet, but soft grunts escape his throat as he imagines bending you over the mirror right then and there "Fuck... baby..." He mutters softly.

"Those fucking legs... that ass... those tits..." He shakes his head, his voice low and husky. "How am I supposed to behave with you looking like that?" He resumes stroking himself quickly. His breathing grows heavier, his eyes fixed on your reflection in the mirror. "You're gonna make me fucking blow my load right here in this chair just from looking at you..." He groans, his hand moving faster and faster along his length. "Fuck... Babygirl..." He whispers.

Watching you apply your red lipstick has him close to the edge. The way your lips part slightly, the way you press them together to even out the color... it's too much. He lets out a soft growl, his hand moving furiously as he feels his release approaching. "Shit..."

His voice is strained and desperate as he says, "C'mere baby..." He leans back slightly in the chair, spreading his legs wider to give you room as you approach. You kneel down between his thighs, your eyes locked onto his throbbing cock.

His voice is thick with lust as he looks down at you, his cock throbbing. "Open up." He guides the head of his cock to your lips, his hips lifting slightly off the chair.

Joel watches as your lips part, revealing your red, glossy mouth. "Fuck... those lips..." He groans as he pushes the head of his dick past your lips, his hand gripping the back of your head to hold you in place. "Take it, baby..."

You wrap your lips around his shaft, taking him deeper into your mouth with a soft moan. Your hands reach up to grip his thighs for balance as you start to bob your head, sucking him eagerly. The vibration of your moan sends shocks of pleasure through his cock. "Oh fuck yes..."

Joel's head falls back against the chair, his eyes closing briefly as he savors the feeling of your mouth on him. "That's it baby... fuck... just like that..." He starts to move his hips slightly, fucking your mouth gently as he watches himself disappear between those red lips.

Watching you suck just the tip of his cock, looking up at him with those bedroom eyes, nearly makes him lose control. "Jesus..." He runs his fingers through your hair, guiding your head gently as he feels the pleasure build. "You're so goddamn beautiful..."

With a loud groan, Joel's body tenses as he reaches his peak. He pulls you closer, holding your head steady as he pumps his thick load directly into your mouth. "Swallow it all, baby... every fucking drop..." He continues to cum, filling your mouth with his hot seed.

You moan softly, your throat working as you swallow every last drop of his cum. The sight of it is almost too much for him, sending aftershocks of pleasure through his body. He gently pulls out of your mouth, his cock still twitching with sensitivity. "Fucking hell..."

You looked up at Joel with your doe eyes and the sweetest smile and you asked, "better...?" You asked as you caught your breath, joel runs his thumb gently across your swollen, red lips, still wet from your blowjob. His heart races at the sight of your sweet, innocent smile. "Yeah.. babygirl" he breathes out, "That was fucking perfect, baby..."

He watches as you look up at him with that adorable smile, loving how cute and sweet you look even after sucking his dick like a pro. He knows he's fucked, falling harder for you with every passing moment. "Now get your little ass outta here before I change my mind..."

[eightestmonth]

the idea of sugar daddy! Joel who's too detached but fucks you like he loves you?

"Don't go to your room tonight... stay here."

"I just want to make you happy."

"You're the light of my life."

and he calls his treatment of being a gentleman – sometimes teasing you about never having a decent man in your life. you try to detach yourself as well: short answers, polite declines. but then he's all over you, and you can't help the way your heart races with each touch, with each kiss. and then he goes:

"I don't do relationships."

[eightestmonth]

yes yes yes yesyesyes

The idea of Joel and Tommy using you as their secret little fuck doll

A pretty young girl who moved into Jackson who can’t seem to stop giving both of them sultry glares in public. How could either of them even resist that?

One minute of alone time with the three of you and Tommy’s got you choking on his cock while you’re bent over and Joel’s hands are mounted on your hips as he fills you up from behind with invasive, frantic thrusts

Or Joel sits you in his lap so you can ride him while Tommy simultaneously fucks your other hole to the point where it’s almost painful

[eightestmonth]

how dare you.

qz!joel miller x sex worker!reader

joel doesn’t say your name the first few times he comes to you. he doesn’t ask for anything specific, doesn’t even undress fully. just unbuckles his belt and waits in silence. you know what he wants. it’s the same thing they all want, except he looks at the wall the whole time, jaw clenched, like he’s angry at himself for needing it.

he always leaves the ration cards carefully on the nightstand. never throws them. never asks for a discount. it’s quiet respect, even if he won’t admit it.

the first time he brings you something extra—a protein bar, half-smashed—he says it’s leftover. like it means nothing. you thank him anyway. next time, it’s an old t-shirt. then a book. a bottle of antiseptic. you stop keeping track.

he never looks jealous, not exactly, but he gets cold when he sees you talking to other men. not clients—just men. your laugh seems to bother him most. you pretend not to notice when he watches, but you always do. always feel his eyes from across the room like a burn you invited.

you can’t tell when it stopped being a transaction. maybe when he started staying after. maybe when he asked if you were eating. maybe when he patched up your hand after a fight and didn’t say a word—just held it steady in his lap and blew gently on the cut.

joel hates that you’re so young and live like this. he’s never said it, but the guilt is in his silence. it’s in the way he sometimes turns away after sex, ashamed of the softness that slips out when he touches you. it’s in the way he mutters, “you deserve better,” but never leaves.

you make him feel old. tired. alive. like something rotten in him still wants things he shouldn’t. you tease him sometimes, call him “old man” or “cowboy” with a smirk. he never smiles, but his hand always drifts to your thigh when you do.

when he fucks you, it’s never just one thing. sometimes rough, sometimes slow. sometimes like he’s trying to erase the world from your skin. other times like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go too fast. either way, he always stays after. even when you fall asleep. especially when you fall asleep.

you have scars. old ones. he’s never asked about them. just traces them with his fingers like reading a book he’s too scared to open. when you ask about his, he grunts. doesn’t answer. but he lets you touch them. lets you press your lips to the one near his ribs, the one that looks like it should’ve killed him.

you once accused him of thinking he could own you just because he was older and stronger and paid more. he didn’t say anything. just looked at you with that unbearable hurt and left without a word. next time you saw him, there was a bottle of whiskey in his hand and a quiet, gravelly: “can’t own what ain’t mine to begin with.”

the first time you cry in front of him, it’s silent. your back to him. joel doesn’t say anything. doesn’t ask. he just shifts behind you, slides a hand under your shirt, rests it on your stomach. and for a long time, neither of you moves.

he’s never said he loves you. not in words. but when there’s danger, he always finds you first. always puts himself between you and whatever’s coming. and one night, when you ask why he keeps coming back, all he says is, “because you make me feel like i ain’t dead yet.”

[eightestmonth]

certified brat tamer! Joel Miller.

"are you gonna punish me, daddy?"

"oh, no. no, no."

and he, indeed, punished you after all 'cause he can't have you being a brat all around.

[eightestmonth]

he's the kind of man that jerks off while you're getting ready to go out. he edges himself a few times just with the sight of your ass jiggling around the room.

and then he calls for you: "c'mere baby, open up," before he milks himself on your mouth, watching you swallow it completely with a smile.

[eightestmonth]

OF FOURSE YOU HAVE QUEEN!! tagme when it's done ill be waitin 🫦 ❤️!!!

clickers are fucking around but you've got on your knees to torture him like the crazy girl you are.

.............i mean.. he encouraged you by looking extra yummy that morning...

[eightestmonth]

clickers are fucking around but you've got on your knees to torture him like the crazy girl you are.

.............i mean.. he encouraged you by looking extra yummy that morning...

[eightestmonth]

First date with this oldie!! I think he seems a little traumatised but that makes him extra yummy :3

he pulled out his guitar guys do you think he knows how to play wonderw–