ieirislover

[ieirislover]

tattoo artist!caleb

warnings; semi nsfw ending (?) making out, talk of boners, nipple sucking, consensual groping (?)

wc: <1k

this is ENTIRELY self-indulgent so apologies if it’s ooc.. it was also written on little-to-no hours of sleep.. just wanted to get this blurb out while i felt like it ILL MAKE A PT 2 LATER

tattoo artist!caleb who’s puppy dog eyes widen in awe when you finally relent and allow him to do a tattoo on you. ‘really?!’ he asked in excitement, if he had a tail, it would’ve been wagging. you told him it had to be meaningful, but also somewhere not many people could see; seeing as he isn’t a professional.. at least not yet. playfully telling him that if he fucked up he’d never be hearing from you again.

So when Caleb truly realizes the consequences of his relentless begging he feels a little high-n-mighty. The feeling of having HIS work engraved into your skin has him feeling higher than ever. You get to walk around with basically his signature everywhere you go. God that feeling had him weak; you walking around with a symbol of him wherever you went.

He was so caught up in fantasizing about the branding of your tattoo that he completely forgot about the tattooing process. So when he comes back from washing his hands and sees you in your bra, laying on the table, he can’t hold back the tightness building up in his jeans. He takes a gulp, clears his throat that feels incredibly dry, and tries to shake every bad thought out of his head.

tattoo artist!caleb that struggles to focus with just seeing you in your bra, waiting for him. and when you go to unclip the bra he grasps it suddenly, asking you what exactly you’re doing.

‘Don’t tell me you’re pussying out after begging me all this time..’ you scoff.

‘W-why do you need to take off your bra?’ He questions, a flush taking over his face.

You raise your eyebrows in confusion, pointing to the area right underneath your breast.

‘Are you gonna give me the tattoo or not? Y’know, if you’re doubting your own abilities that’s fine! No skin off my back!’

He clasps your hand with a competitive attitude brewing.

‘No. Absolutely not. I can do it. I never start anything I can’t finish.’ He spits.

You scoff, knowing how competitive he is; you can always read him like a book.

tattoo artist!caleb who desperately tries to hide his growing boner underneath the table as you take off your bra and avoid all eye contact with him while he starts the cleaning process. After grabbing a washcloth, he takes notice of your hand clenching at your breast, moving them out of his workspace out of consideration for him.

‘You don’t need to do that. It’s okay. It’s just gonna mess my workspace anyways. Unless you want it to look like a child’s coloring book.’ He jokes.

‘Who’s to say it’s not gonna look like that regardless?’ You bite back and remove your hands.

He immediately gulps at the sight of your tits out, he can tell you’re being incredibly vulnerable and appreciates your efforts to let him practice.

However, even in the midst of this appreciation, tattoo artist!caleb still wants to tease his darling little ‘pipsqueak’.

tattoo artist!caleb who “accidentally” brushes his fingers against your nipple as he’s cleaning down his work surface, glancing at your face to see your reaction. After a couple of brushes, he worries that it can’t be masked as accidental much longer but he doesn’t care anymore when he hears a tiny sound emerge from your throat. He hears your attempt at gulping down a whimper and he instinctively looks away. His fingers remain teasing and playful and he looks up to hear you call his name out very quietly.

‘Caleb.. what are you doing..?’ You ask breathlessly.

‘Huh? Nothin’ pipsqueak. Just getting you ready..’

‘Fucking liar.’

‘Not sure what you’re talkin’ about, pipsqueak.’ He whispers breathily.

His fingers pick up their teasing pace and begin pinching at your nipples, completely neglecting his tattoo job. He watches your face contort in pleasure and has yet to be reminded of the neglected, throbbing mess in his pants right now.

‘Mm.. Caleb.. w-what are-..’

‘Don’t act like you don’t like it. I can feel you arching into my hand..’

tattoo artist!caleb who quickly replaces his fingers with his tongue, lapping at your now erect nipple. His eyebrows curve up at the sudden string of moans coming from your mouth and he begins to devour like his life depends on it.

[ieirislover]

call me cray cray but I feel like Joel Miller fanfics that are incestuous should MAYBE just MAYBE be under their own separate tag .. maybe even on their own app! maybe I’m just not used to the amount of fucked up weird shit on tumblr idk it’s fucking grossing me out that’s all I know ..

[ieirislover]

Joel Miller, The Giver

joel miller x fem!reader

this started out as a part of a series i wanted to start, but i got lazy and never really wrote the actual story 😭 ive never written smut or ff so i apologize if its bad.

warnings: nsfw content, descriptions of sex, oral sex (f receiving), pwp (literally no plot at all), come eating, kissing, making out, grinding, dry humping, fingering, overstimulation, mentions of blowjobs

word count: ≈1.7k

this isnt proofread so i apologize if there are any mistakes.

He trails his calloused fingers up your sternum, then to your collarbones. It’s a small act, but it feels so… intimate. You shift your gaze up to meet his eyes only to be met with his curved brows and parted lips.

He’s so pretty.

Is all that goes through your mind as you trace his face with your eyes. His almond shaped eyes, skin tanned by the hot Texas sun, subtle patches of freckles covering his cheeks and nose, his bushy brows and pink, plush lips. You just want to bite them. Mark him. Make him yours. The distance between your lips gets smaller and smaller, to the point where his breath reaches your nose, minty and fresh. You hold back a giggle at the mental image of him brushing his teeth before meeting you, maybe wondering if he knew this was going to happen. Wondering if he fantasizes about you as much as you fantasize about him.

You finally close the distance and lock your lips with his.

It feels unreal. Every heartbreak you’ve dealt with before seems worth it to have him in your arms, lips locked with yours. There’s so much need in the kiss, both of you gradually getting more and more desperate. Eventually coming up for air, you both make eye contact, panting, pupils blown.

He’s now the one to take initiative, his hands grabbing your cheeks in an instant and pulling you back towards him. Your stomach is fluttering with such intense need and want for him that it feels like you’ll explode. You’re sure that if you don’t get some sort of release soon that you definitely will.

Your grinding has gotten harder, and you’re surprised that you feel this good from not even touching his bare skin. As you pull away from the kiss, he takes notice of the string of saliva connecting both of your lips. He can’t help but grow harder as he takes in the image of you on top of him, eyes blown, hair slightly tussled, lips wet and puffy from kissing.

“So pretty, baby.” You hear him say before he dives into your nape, open-mouthed and marking you in an instant.

It feels euphoric as he sucks your pulse point and you grind down harder into him in order to alleviate the continuous throbbing between your thighs.

“Please, Joel.”

He makes his marks trail down your neck from your collarbones to your cleavage. His eyes look into yours, silently asking for permission to go further. You nod as you feel his thumbs tease your nipples over the fabric of your blouse. He then moves his hands to your waist and lowers his mouth over your blouse onto your nipples, now erect from the exclusive attention he’s given them. He mouths over the fabric, darkening the fabric with his saliva.

Its hot to see him so invested in you and the both of you haven’t even taken off your clothes yet.

You hastily unhook your hands from his curly locks and begin to unbutton his flannel. Your hands are so shaky, your entire body thrumming with need, and he clasps onto them, steadying them.

“Lemme help, baby.” His voice is low and raspy and you swear its impossible to be any wetter than you are right now.

He places your hands on your thighs that are sitting on his, and begins to unbutton his flannel.

“You d’yours too, sweetheart.” He says quietly into your ear, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up immediately and your eyes squinting in pleasure at the mere tone of his words. You lift off your blouse, immediately wishing you’d picked a better bra to impress him with, but its Joel. He doesn’t care. He just needs you.

His stomach, only occasionally being visible to you when he lifts up his t-shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead while mowing, is finally visible and you can only drool at the image in your head of where his trail of chestnut locks on his soft belly lead down to.

Before you can salivate any longer at the idea of his happy trail or length of his dick, he grabs your waist and his thumbs stroke the skin by your ribs. Your head leans back in comfort and pleasure and Joel takes this as the opportunity to suck more marks into your neck. At this rate, you’re surprised theres any room on your upper body for him to leave any more hickeys but as usual, he proves you wrong.

Your hands find purchase in his hair yet again and his body begins to shift off the couch.

“W’na take this to the bedroom, baby. G’na treat you right.” He asks states, and you swear his eyes are black.

Your only response is a moan and a frantic nod, as you feel arousal pumping through your veins.

Good enough for me. Joel thinks.

—

You both stumble into his bedroom, tongues intertwined, and he immediately guides you to his king-sized bed.

It doesn’t take long for Joel to flip you onto your back on his bed, gently pushing your chest down. You lay flat on his bed, craning your neck up to continue kissing him. His kisses get slower and slower and they get lower and lower on your stomach. You can feel the pressure of his suck getting harsher. You’re somehow wetter. His lips trail down and down until they get to the button of your jeans. His eyes look up for approval once again and you swear your heart skips a beat. He’s so kind, even when he’s in bed.

He unbuttons your jeans and zips them down and god, do you wish that you wore something easier to take off. Or less tight. He’s patient when you lift your back so he can slip off the jeans and his eyes immediately attach to your black panties.

He revels in the image of your slick seeping through your underwear and it’s like at this moment your thoughts are confirmed.

Joel Miller is 100% a giver.

It’s quiet. But you definitely heard it.

He lets out a moan, a moan, at the mere sight of you wet for him. His lips trail down the fabric and begin to lightly apply pressure to your clit through the thin layer separating him from you.

Your head whips back at the subtle intrusion and you thank the lord for not getting whiplash. You let out a loud, long, moan, one that intrigues Joel; one that eggs him on. He applies more pressure to your slick-coated panties and you cannot believe how you’re this close to coming already.

He grabs your hands from gripping the sheets and moves them to his hair, keeping a steady, slower pace with his tongue as he continues to tease you through the fabric.

“Joel.. Please.” You say, embarrassingly desperate.

“Aww. Is it not enough, babygirl?”

You bite back a moan at the pet name and your back arches closer to his face.

“Pretty please.. Please Joel.” You say again, even more desperate.

He’s silent for a beat and you see a smirk etch itself onto his lips.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

In an instant, his fingers begin to slide your panties off and his breath stutters when he sees the string of slick still connecting your pussy to your panties.

“Christ, you’re wet. You ever been treated like this, baby? Or d’you just like me that much.” He teases and you’re sure you’d find his playfulness more charming if you weren’t so close to coming right now.

“Come on, Joel.” You whine.

He scoffs and playfully rolls his eyes as he takes your thighs and wraps his biceps around them. He takes his thumbs to spread you open, and he sure is taking his time considering he stops every five seconds to relish in the fact you’re practically gushing for him.

Finally, he takes his tongue and swipes it through your slick folds, causing you to moan loudly at the touch. His strokes get faster and faster, as he starts to indulge in your wetness, almost as if this is more pleasuring for him than for you. You’re dangerously close to coming but still can’t seem to get quite over the edge and Joel must be a mind reader as he unhooks one of his arms from your legs and begins to tease your hole with his middle finger.

You moan louder at the pressure as he slowly eases his finger in, lubricating itself in your arousal. Before you know it, he’s easing in his pointer into your pussy and the slight stretch around his girthy fingers feels absolutely divine.

You let out a scream-like moan when Joel easily finds your g-spot. And like some sort of expert, he massages it, almost like he’s coaxing your orgasm to come closer and closer. His tongue and fingers speed up and as his fingers reach a fast, delicious pace, his lips latch around your clit.

You feel your climax start to sneak up on you, your clit throbbing around Joel’s wet tongue, and walls clenching around his slick digits. You swear you see stars when a shock bolts through your spine, sending white hot pleasure throughout your entire body. Letting out an embarrassingly loud moan, you come, and you feel Joel’s tongue continuously lap up your spend.

He lets you ride out the aftershocks on his fingers as he still licks you open. It starts to tickle, the overstimulation, causing your thighs to start closing. He lightly keeps them open with one hand, tutting at you, almost as if you were inconveniencing him. Once he’s gotten his fill of lapping up your spend, he trails kisses from your stomach towards your neck.

“Y’did so good for me, baby. Such a good girl.” He whispers in your ear and you lightly clench around his fingers once again.

You feel exhausted from your orgasm and as much as you want to suck his dick and give this man everything he’s ever wanted and more, you’re asleep.