joelsbunnyboy

[joelsbunnyboy]

saw a tweet abt asking joel to chase you through the woods and catch you and pin you down in the dirt and fuck the life out of you and im OBSESSED!!!

already being winded and lightheaded from running, you trip over a tree’s roots and faceplant on the ground. you scramble to get up, thinking you’ve still got enough distance between you two, but as soon as you get to your hands and knees, his boot stomps down on your back and flattens you out again.

“got’cha.”

he pulls your pants and underwear down just below your asscheeks, and you lift your hips up to help him out. the hard part’s over, and you’re just aching to get to the fun; you can’t even be bothered to fake a struggle. you hear his belt clinking, his zipper unzipping, and some fabric rustling. he takes his foot off your back and kneels down, his strong legs flanking yours. he whips out his half-hard cock, and slaps it against your clit over and over. your body jolts upward, your cunt springs a leak, and you’re whimpering loud enough to attract attention. joel loves it, but he’s taking his role seriously.

“shut up. don’t need me a fuckin’ audience.”

now fully hard, he stops frotting against you and pokes his head into the center of your hole, but he doesn’t breach it. you squirm, scooping your hips and trying to catch him in there yourself, but he’s too strong. he takes mercy on you, though, and pushes inside you. he’s so thick, the stretch of him always aches, especially with almost zero foreplay. your body tries to scream, but your lungs are practically empty. all that comes out is a choked little gulp. instinctively, you claw at the ground in front of you, unwittingly dragging your body away from him. joel takes hold of your hips, and yanks you backwards into him, bottoming out with pure force and no warning.

“nuh uh, y’ain’t goin’ nowhere, whore. you stay right the fuck there ‘til i’m done.”

and with no chance of resistance, you accept your position. you cross your arms around your dirt-smeared face, sobbing into your makeshift pillow. clenching fistfuls of grass while he ravages you, turning your weakened body into his cumdump.

and all the while, the only thing on your mind is that you’re definitely making him do this again.

(this post was written by a trans man. do NOT refer to the reader as female)

[joelsbunnyboy]

[joelsbunnyboy]

Have you ever tried this one~?

[joelsbunnyboy]

can i be so real for a sec

joel miller is the Biggest butt slut on god’s green earth. ass man 5000%. also he’s bisexual bc i said so and he loves ALL butts. he tries not to stare at women’s butts when they pass him by, but he’s a stupid horny old man. if he catches himself perving, he’ll shame himself into looking away. if he’s out drinking with his straight male dude bro friends like your dad if you’re into dbf!joel he’ll spank them “as a joke” no homo ofc teehee. if you live together you Will get randomly spanked and pinched. you bend over to open a drawer? smack. you’re washing the dishes? smack. you two get home after a long night out and you’re exhausted. all you wanna do is get in bed and go to sleep, and you’d still have to RUN up the stairs first if you don’t want him to spank you. actual caveman brain the second he spots a cute butt. especially if it’s a cute butt he gets to fuck.

occasionally.

because he’s huge. and it is an Ordeal to get him inside you every time. anal with him requires an entire day of prep. cleaning, lubing, stretching, plugging, all sorts of tasks and supplies just to get him in there. he knows all the work that goes into it, and he’s grateful.

he comes home from a job, all sweaty and musky from his manly day of manual labor, and you, being an impatient bratty bitch, throw yourself at him as soon as he walks in. you lock your arms around him and your lips with his. he’s not surprised you’re this frustrated. he’ll laugh into your petulant make-out session as you kiss him angrily, and then he pulls back to look at you with a cocky fucking head tilt.

“you do all your chores today?”

“shut the fuck up and take this goddamn plug out of me.”

“guess that’s a yes, ain’t it?”

*SMACK*

“good boy. go on, then.” he clicks his tongue at you twice. “up.”

you drag him upstairs to the bedroom and throw yourself on the bed for him, ripping your clothes off as he just watches in amusement. in a matter of seconds, you’re butt-ass naked, propped up on your knees, and showing off your plugged ass.

joel whistles at the sight of you,

“now would’ja look at that… oh, honey, i dunno if i wanna take this plug out... looks so pretty in ya.”

you GLARE at him over your shoulder. he just chuckles and pats your asscheek affectionately.

“oh, quit mean-muggin’ me, y’know i’m just fuckin’ with ya.”

“how about instead of fucking WITH me, you just—mm!”

you’re interrupted by joel gently tugging at your plug, not taking it out just yet, but threatening to, reinforcing the power dynamic. and it’s a glass plug, too. cold, unyielding, unforgiving glass that pulls your sensitive skin along with it.

“you say somethin’, pumpkin?”

you whine, defeated, burying your face in your arms and mumbling into the blankets. “please, just… take it out, daddy… please.”

“attaboy.”

he curls his big fingers around the base of the plug and gingerly pulls it out of you. it’s the biggest plug you own. he reaches around and taps your lips with it.

“open. daddy wants you to suck your binky clean, boy.”

fuck, that’s… you don’t even know what to make of that. that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was to hear. as you slurp yourself off the plug, you feel two thick thumbs spreading your asscheeks apart, followed by the warm air of joel’s breath wafting over your rim, and then finally, finally, comes the wet slick of his tongue.

joel eats your ass selfishly. sure, it’s still foreplay, still trying to get you ready for his cock, but he could do this for hours. swirling his tongue all around your center, listening to you mewling and blabbering about how good he is at this, as if he needs you to tell him. what he DOES need you to tell him, though, is when to stop.

“fuck, joel… joel, i can’t… can’t take it anymore… need… need your cock, i need it now…”

“yeah?” he sucks your whole rim hard into his lips, and lets it out with a wet pop, “need it now?”

“mhm…”

“ya need daddy’s big cock rippin’ up your shitter?”

caught off guard by his crude terminology, you snort with laughter, “eww, don’t be gross, man! don’t fucking call it that!”

joel, clearly feeling proud of himself, quips back, “why not? ‘s what it is, y’know.”

*SMACK*

“and you got no business callin’ me gross when you’re the one begging for cock up your shithole.”

you scoff, “okay, well… you just had your tongue up there, so…”

and without missing a beat, joel says “and i’d do it again in a heartbeat, son.”

you set the plug on the nightstand and trade it for a bottle of poppers. you also hand joel the lube, and ask

“do you need me to—“

“my dick’s hard enough to cut glass right now, pretty boy. i’m good. jus’ stay where y’are.”

you grab a pillow to hold onto and wait. you rely on your other senses to figure out what’s going on. you hear a belt jingling, clothes rustling, then the snap and the splort from the lube bottle. you feel a swipe of cold lube across your asshole, and hear joel slicking up his cock. then his head pokes your asshole and starts to push.

“ah~!” you squeak, and fumble with the poppers in your hand. you manage to get the lid off and huff it as hard as you can.

all the while, joel’s hunched over you, shushing you, talking you through that stretch.

“c’mon, baby boy, you got it. you got it, buddy, you can do it, just… phew, just gimme that asshole, sweetheart, c’mon, give it t’ me. i’ll take good care of it, honey, i promise. gotta give it to me.”

you breath out the nitrite fumes and they start to bring you up. your muscles soften, your rim dilates, and the head of joel’s massive cock finally pops inside you. you yelp.

“o-OH! fuck! daddy!”

“there we go, oh, that’s my good boy…” joel sighs, low and rumbly as he slides deeper into your guts. “yeahhh, you been wanting this all day, ain’t that right, ya little buttslut?”

*SMACK*

“ow!!! yes, daddy!”

“whaddya say?”

“thank you, daddy~!”

“good boy.”

and it’s all worth it in the end, when he’s finally bottomed out inside you, his fat nuts smushing against your sloppy cunt. he lays his chest on your back, and locks his arms around your neck. you’re trapped, completely encaged in him, full of him, and you never want to break free…

“better get comfy, slut. daddy’s gonna gape this fuckin’ shitpipe.”

…except when he talks like that.

but like you always do with him, you’ll just have to take it.

[joelsbunnyboy]

how you can help palestine

*i regularly update this post with any new info i find so please always reblog the original post*

Donations

donations currently reaching gaza:

‼️ help buy e-sims for people in gaza

donate to get food packages to gaza - care for gaza

donate direct aid to gaza - ehab rida (longtime activist and volunteer, has been carrying out donations and humanitarian projects in gaza since 2021)

palestine children's relief fund

world food programme

aid to gaza - taawon/bank of palestine

help gaza’s children

female hygiene kits for gaza - pious project

donate to UNRWA

urgent humanitarian aid to palestinians - anera

medical aid for palestinians

urgent support for medical professionals in gaza

gaza evacs and prosthetics - raindove (link to donations in their bio)

donate to ahmed (@/90-ghost on tumblr)

he is born, raised and based in gaza. please help him reach his goal of $50K to get his family to safety across the rafah border into egypt. as of right now… it’s $7.5K per person to evacuate gaza.

help journalist yousef escape gaza to treat his cancer

help mohamed evacuate gaza to get treatment for himself and his daughter

support palestinians: buy a keffiyeh from the last and only factory in palestine - hirbawi

secondary donations:

click to donate - arab.org

emergency relief for gaza - pious projects

palestine red crescent society

save palestine - islamic relief canada

send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association

help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction

donate for the recovery of hisham awartani

one of the three palestinian students shot by a racist in vermont for wearing kufiyas and speaking arabic. hisham’s injuries have left him paralysed from below the chest.

Petitions

‼️ urge icj to invite gazan journalists to testify

international cultural workers to strike from german cultural institutions for their complicity in oppressing palestinians and promoting genocide - strike germany

petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military

demand ceasefire - amnesty international

open call for immediate ceasefire

american government call for immediate ceasefire

american government to stop funding israeli military

ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au

petition to get canva to address their pro-israel stance

invoke the genocide convention to call for ceasefire in gaza - world beyond war

suspend israel from international sports - diem25

UK to expel israeli ambassador - change.org

gaza healthcare workers for nobel peace prize - change.org

teachers around the world demand ceasefire - teachers for palestine

president whitten: reinstate samia halaby retrospective NOW - action network

demand the immediate release of mansour shouman

location specific petitions

gaza call for lasting ceasefire - oxfam (UK)

end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)

email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)

protect gaza civilians - islamic relief (UK)

stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)

@ biden: call for ceasefire now - move on (USA)

ceasefirenow.com - jewishvoiceofpeace (USA)

call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)

note: you can call everyday. they tally the number of calls per issue. so more calls = higher chance for them to take action. p.s. you mainly go to voicemail so don’t worry about phone call anxiety. fight through it just this once please.

no forced displacement! - action network

australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)

immediate ceasefire and increase in humanitarian aid in gaza - actionaid (AUS)

email your MPs - stand with palestine (AUS)

‼️ australian senate to investigate australian citizens in the IDF for war crimes allegations - fpm (AUS)

‼️ arms embargo on israel - cjpme (CANADA)

sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)

ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)

call on your local mayor and council to demand ceasefire - LeadNow (CANADA)

cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)

écrivez aux député-es et sénateurs-trices - association france palestine solidarité (FRANCE)

write to your député - assemblée nationale (FRANCE)

skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)

singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)

contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)

write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)

template of letters you can send (EU)

guide on how to contact your MPs in EU

p.s. if the template is outdated, just use it as a guide and add a few sentences here and there that reflect the current situation. i can’t find any recent templates so :/ at least this is something

multiple actions you can take to help palestine - plant een olifbloom (NETHERLANDS)

includes: links for donations, emails to MP, emails to media, links to petitions and demonstrations

den haag, maak nú werk van vrede in israël/Palestina - the right forum (NETHERLANDS)

māori call for palestine - ourActionStation (NZ)

deem israeli actions as war crimes - NZ parliament/pāremata aotearoa (NZ)

basta ao genocídio em Gaza! - awaaz (BRAZIL)

globo e grande mídia, parem de desumanizar civis palestinos - the intercept (BRAZIL)

manifesto ao governo brasileiro - petição pública (BRAZIL)

Campaigns

‼️ justice for palestine

reach out to countries to back up south africa’s invoke genocide convention at the ICJ

‼️ international criminal court

submit evidences of israeli war crimes

friends of al-aqsa

❥ UK-specific

urge your MP to speak up for palestine

hands off al-aqsa

stop administrative detention

petition for UK to stop arming israel

❥ International

boycott puma — email them to end their partnership with israel

boycott coca-cola

islamic relief canada

urge your MP to rally for ceasefire

decolonise palestine

poster campaign to raise awareness on the war crimes being committed against palestinians

text/call campaign for people living in USA

text RESIST @ 50409 to send a letter to your representatives to pass HR3103–a bill that prohibits tax dollars from going to israel

download 5Calls app to contact members of your congress | (more info)

fax campaign for people in the USA

go on this website to send 5 free faxes per day

here’s a link to a pre-written fax copy you can download to send (the first link on the linktree)

here’s a video that explains how to fax your senator (it’s very easy and all you need is a valid email address)

‼️ BDS movement

get involved in boycotting companies associated with israel

palestine diaspora network

global strike guide - join the global strike!

please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them in. and please reblog the original post!!

UPCOMING PROTESTS

PALESTINIAN LITERATURE READING LIST

PALESTINIAN BUSINESSES

-last updated 11/3/24-

[joelsbunnyboy]

reblog if youre an idiot. reblog if youre just a fucking fool.

[joelsbunnyboy]

fuuuck domestic and naughty christmas with joel. y’all spend the days leading up to it prepping food and putting together last minute gifts. baking cookies and spanking each other’s butts in the kitchen. making some holiday cocktail w/ whiskey and cuddling by the fireplace as you toast together. maybe he rolls a blunt and you blow pot smoke into each other’s mouths.

then 11:59 on christmas eve turns into midnight on christmas day. joel’s phone alarm goes off.

“merry christmas, pumpkin.” joel says as he mutes the alarm, “let’s open ‘em up.”

you take that to mean your legs, and fling them apart on reflex.

joel pouts at you.

“the gifts, you dummy. ‘s what the alarm was for.”

“OH!” you shout, snapping up from spread eagle to take the present joel was handing to you.

“this one first.” he decides for you. “we’re gonna need to test it.”

you tear off the glossy red candy cane wrapping paper to find the most romantic present a man could get you.

a wand vibrator.

“now this thing ain’t wireless, so imma need you to plug it in the surge protector next to the tree. then you’re gonna strip and lay down on the carpet, and we’re gon’ give this thing a test run. really make sure i got my money’s worth with this thing.”

(this post was written by a trans man. do NOT refer to the reader as female.)

[joelsbunnyboy]

𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 ₊⊹⁀➴

while patrolling with Joel, you find out he’s never caught a snowflake on his tongue before.

tags: SFW, Joel knows no joy nor whimsy, grumpy/sunshine duo, Jackson!Joel, age gap (20's, 56), gn!reader

wordcount: 743

the cold was near blistering. you could feel the cold snow sinking under the weight of your shoes. your breath was coming out in small puffs of chilled, white air.  “damn, yer freezing...”  Joel commented.  “shut it. I'm fine,”  you snapped, wanting to appear tough.  but Joe knew better.  all he did was smile and shake his head, continuing to walk alongside you. 

the snow was soft under your steps, crunching and leaving a crisp noise that was audible even through earmuffs.   “this snow is really loud,”  you chuckled, a little weak. Joel hummed, acknowledging your words. then you noticed some snow on your shoulders. you looked up, and saw some snow falling from the sky above, the clouds pearly white as they covered every inch of the sky.  “Joel! it’s snowing!”  you cried, happily holding a hand out, hopeful to catch some.  “so? ‘snows all the time here in Jackson,”  Joel said, not amused whatsoever at the snow. he kept himself professional at all times. he was only soft around Ellie, and possibly Tommy if he wasn’t being a little bitch. you were supposed to be patrolling the area, not playing in the snow like children.  

ignoring Joel’s blatant attitude, you stuck out your tongue, hoping to catch a snowflake.  “what the hell are ye doing?”  Joel asked, disgruntled.  “yer damn tongue’s gonna freeze off.”  you shut your mouth, and turned to look at Joel. did this man not know any whimsical joy? no happiness? I mean, sure it was the apocalypse, but was he allergic to fun or something?  you cocked your head, confused.  “c’mon, don’t tell me you’ve never caught a snowflake before, Joel!”  you laughed. the look on his face told you everything you needed to know.  “Joel! you’re shitting me, right?!”  you laughed, suddenly very cocky.  “hey, knock it off, kiddo. we’ve got work to do, y’know?”  Joel said, crossing his arms. but he had set his gun down, wanting to tag along, even if he didn't want to look too enthusiastic about it.  

you quickly grabbed Joel’s arm and brought him out from under the huge trees. “so, you just stick your tongue out and wait, huh?” Joel asked, his left brow thick as it quirked upward. you nodded, your own tongue out, awaiting a pearly snowflake.

your big eyes were warm and soft, your lashes and hair having some snow in it. your shoulders were dusted with the lamb-colored nature essence as well, making you seem… really pretty. Joel took a deep breath, turning away, needing to recollect himself. fuck. you were barley in your twenties. he’d look like a pervert if anyone knew just the way he looked at you. you were successful as you caught a snowflake.

the snow burned your tongue a little, the icy fragment fresh and near crumbling just from the warmth of your breath. you closed your jaw, your tongue feeling the ice melt and become water in milliseconds. you swallowed, content.

you heard Joel let out a long, hard sigh. “one…” he grunted, holding the sleeves of his heavy jacket. “just one, alright?” Joel said. the smile on your face made him inevitably smile, and he felt his cheeks warming up under his silky chops. damn you and your stupid charm, your stupid smile, and those stupid eyes…

Joel felt dumb holding his tongue out, whirling around like a dog trying to catch his own tail. when he got a snowflake, he choked and barked, “fuck! why does it burn?” he asked, disgruntled and a little embarrassed. “oh, yeah… the snowflakes can hurt sometimes. sorry Joel,” you said timidly. Joel narrowed his eyes at you, but swallowed the chilled water leftover from the ice anyways. “was that fun?” you asked excitedly, bounding behind Joel when he started to walk away. “not really. it hurt, and i looked like a damn dog waitin’ for that stupid snowflake.” Joel said, trudging through the snow, eyes sharp as he patrolled the area. “but you did it anyways.” you remarked, timidly walking closer to Joel. he didn’t seem to mind much.

Joel looked down at you, stopping. he brushed some snow out of your hair, his gloved hand rubbing your cheek affectionately. his touch was so soft, even though the glove was rough. swallowing, Joel stammered, “you’ll need a bath when we get back…”

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[joelsbunnyboy]

ya'll just love old men LMAO

[joelsbunnyboy]

stop making demands of fanfic writers. if there's something you want to see more of in fanfic, there are several Great options that do not include putting down people who are enjoying a hobby, such as:

writing it yourself

buying a commission from a talented writer

encouraging your writer friends to dabble in the subject/trope

share fics that are already doing it

foster creativity and make the change you supposedly want to see in fandom. making sweeping comments like "fanfic writers don't write x correctly" is not helping anyone.

[joelsbunnyboy]

riding joel’s cock and grabbing onto his fuzzy pecs to brace yourself while you fuck yourself on top of him. him looking up at you with so much pride and awe watching your body take what it needs from him. him grabbing your ass and helping you bounce when your hips start to get tired

[joelsbunnyboy]

Good Boy

Being a Good Boy for Joel Means...

Top Joel x Bottom FtM Reader

I have a thing for older men, this is very self indulgent.

not enough joel x m reader (send joel reqs PLEASE i'll open them specifically for him)

no afab language used

CW: Oral, Praise, Degradation, Spitting

Being a good boy means taking Joel's cock down your throat until it's sore

Joel bucks his hips up into your mouth, groaning and murmuring praises. "That's a good boy." He leans back with a smirk. You bob your head up and down, taking his thick length the best you can.

Joel takes over, forcing you to take his cock all the way to the hilt, enjoying the way you struggle to take it before shooting his load down your throat. "Swallow it like the whore you are."

Being a good boy means sitting on Joel's lap and letting him have his fun with you

Joel stimulates your t-dick with his strong and callused hands, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers dirty things to you. "You're already this wet and I've barely touched you, my pants are drenched cause of you, doll." He chuckles, three fingers moving down to push inside your entrance one by one. The stretch almost as good as the stretch of his cock.

You hold onto his shoulders as he finger fucks you, moaning shamelessly. Joel grins at the amazing sounds you make while dragging his tongue along your nipples.

Being a good boy means letting Joel ruin you

Joel grins above you, hand holding your leg up as he fucks you. He pries your mouth open with his thumb, drool spilling all over it, and spits in your mouth. "You like that you slut?" He grabs hold of your face with his free hand. You nod, sobbing while you vocalize your agreement. Joel laughs and lets go of your face, turning you onto your stomach.

He hammers into you more aggressively, spanking your ass and basking in the sounds you make in response. He litters bites along your neck and back, bites that'll have you twisting your head around in the mirror just to see them. You notice Joel's breathing becoming shallow, an indication that he's about to come. He pulls out and turns you onto your back again, jerking himself off and spurting his cum onto your body.

[joelsbunnyboy]

I just want to…

Joel Miller x transmasc!reader

A lover boy drabble

Warnings/Tags/Notes: 18+. No outbreak au, Trans male reader, note that their breasts are mentioned. Mention of binding. Mention of dysphoria. feelings. LOVE. omg the love. kissing, touching, grinding, making out. Joel can't keep his hands off you. There is no universal trans experience, and therefore this is very personal to me. But if you love it, let me know so I can keep this series going. Unedited and unbeta'd. I love them so much it hurts.

Words: 1.2k

Ever since you started seeing each other, you and Joel can hardly be apart.

Half the time, you spend making out on his couch or in his truck like horny teens. Like despite his age, and your self-consciousness, you can't ever seem to keep your hands off of him.

He makes you feel like the person you always wanted to be, always craved to be. The kind of guy that men go weak for, men like Joel, all gruff and stoic and yet with you he turns into a puddle. He whimpers your name between kisses, and you can barely stop yourself from taking things further - but one thing is stopping you.

You've noticed how Joel's hands stay put, usually on your waist or hips, rarely straying further unless to squeeze your ass while you straddle him on the couch. He's being respectful, but you've felt the way his fingers grip and twitch, like he's stopping himself from moving them further.

You'd spoken about this before, how sometimes you can't be touched, sometimes it's difficult for you to feel reminders of your feminine features, and when the dysphoria is bad you can barely bring yourself to even look in a mirror, let alone let this handsome man grab handfuls of you and make you feel less of a man under his touch.

Joel understands it. He's more respectful then you anticipated, somehow. He kisses you slowly, softly, lets you set a pace, make the rules. He lets you take the lead, as you grind against each other in the drivers seat, parked outside his house because you know what will happen if you go inside, and maybe you aren't ready yet. And baby, that's okay, he whispers against your lips.

Tonight. Well, tonight you couldn't stop yourself. It was less a walk and more that you floated from his car to his porch to his living room to his sofa. Onto his lap, into his large hands, caressing carefully down your sides as you kiss him desperately and moan into his mouth.

And tonight, unable to stop himself, his hands move just an inch higher than usual, just beneath your chest. And his hips grind up into yours, something large and hard and needing under his jeans that makes you practically quiver with your own dreamt upon desires.

And he asks. Tonight, he asks.

“Can I touch you, baby?” Joel asks, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating through your ribcage. It’s the hottest fucking thing a man has ever said to you, and he says it like that?

“Yeah, god, yes… just- Not…not there…” You say, wash of shame through you because what if he wants to touch you there most, what if that’s what he’s been dreaming about, waiting for.

“Hey…” He takes your chin between finger and thumb, soft as he makes you look at him “Show me where”

At once you heart stops and starts, your body shivers with the lust in his voice, the desire to know you however you most want to be know. Everything on your terms. He wants what you want, and this is the first time with anyone that you've really felt that.

And maybe this is the moment you know he's the one.

He gives you a gentle, easy smile. Encouraging. You let out a shaky breath and run your hands through his salt and pepper curls before you nod, and return a shy smile of your own.

"You're really something, Joel Miller"

"I just want to make you feel good" Joel chuckles softly, shakes his head. Your stomach flips, falling fast and hard and it would be fucking terrifying if you weren't with him, in his arms.

"You gonna let me make you feel good, baby?"

You can't help the warm feeling that dances through you at his words, the raw honesty in them. He doesn't just want you, he wants your pleasure, and he's not shy about the fact. If he wasn't still holding you tight on his lap, you might've just melted into nothing right now, or maybe floated away.

Your eyes meet his again, no more trepidition or shyness to you, not now you know. Not now he's got you, never letting go of you as far as you can tell. It would be something else, to have someone like this fall in love with someone like you. To need you.

Is this what it feels like? To be someone's person? To be his man.

Wordlessly, you take his hands which are still perched carefully on your hips. One, you guide up but careful to stop it before it hits a place you can't be touched today.

"Right now it feels nice here, just beneath…or just above. Sometimes I bind, and i'll be okay with you touching all over. Sometimes I'll just want you to touch everywhere, with no rules" You explain softly, watching his eyes follow where you lead his hand.

You let out a shaky breath, and move his other hand down to the meat of your ass, let him paw at you there.

"That's…that's good. Yeah. Always good when you do that"

Joel mumbles something before he's capturing your lips in another searing, passionate kiss. This one doesn't end, doesn't want to. Neither of you can pull away, and paws at you, gropes, squeezes, worships as he whimpers against your lips. His hips are bucking up harder, grinding into you and it's overwhelming in the best sense as he shows you just how much he wants you to feel comfortable and good and perfect with him.

"Fuckin' love touching you, wherever you want to be touched, baby. You just tell me what you need, I'll always give it to you. Yeah?" The words are more a growl of desire rising up from deep within him, some primal thing awoken with the desperate grind of his hips, whilst his lips kiss down from yours until they're pressed against your pulse point and nipping greedily.

"You're the most handsome guy I've ever met. Most perfect. I just want to…"

And he doesn't even need to say what he wants, not this time.

"I want you to. I- I want…here, like this"

And it's the boldest you've been with the man since you started dating, but never once does he make you feel like any of this is a rush. You pull his hand down, let him cup you through your jeans while he bites at your flesh like you're the most delicious thing he's ever been allowed to taste.

You grind down on his hand, the heel of his palm and the friction of your clothes making a sensation that makes glimmering bright stars shoot behind your lids.

"Like that. Like that"

"Just want you to feel as good as you make me feel"

"I do, Joel"

And then there are no more words. Nothing else to say. The gasps and the whines and the moans are all that there needs to be. While he follows your guidance, and keeps you comfortable, whilst also make you fall apart - all for him to put together again, and again, and again.

"Hey" he murmurs into your hair after, "You good, baby?" And you can barely reply with anything but a giddy muffled giggle into his chest. Good might be the understatement of the year.

And then he says.

"How'd I get so lucky, to get a guy like you?"

And yeah, you can tell by the uncontrollable flutter of your heart.

It's him.

And now it's him and you.

[joelsbunnyboy]

me hypnotizing you to glaze my tlou content

pssstt it’s @joelsbunnyboy if you forgot 👉👈

no need for hypnotizing i’ll glaze anything you put out 🙏

[joelsbunnyboy]

𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬

୨ৎ : ̗̀➛ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

ᰔ : ̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

☁︎︎ : ̗̀➛ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

𒀯 : ̗̀➛ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

☆ : ̗̀➛ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬

• Joel Miller

drabbles ✧

- sleepy mornings ୨ৎ ᰔ

-catching snowflakes ୨ৎ

[joelsbunnyboy]

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 ⟡ ݁₊ .

Joel will do anything to keep you in bed for just a little bit longer. . .

tags: MDNI, pre-breakout, afab!reader, gn!reader, smut & fluff, soft dom!Joel, age gap (26, 32), sleepy sex, handjob, cowgirl, Joel's just a man, praise, p in v, creampie

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if there was a Heaven above, then why did Joel’s arms feel as if you were already there? 

you hadn’t expected to grow so fond of this old man. his scruff, the way he’d press kisses into your skin, nuzzle you, cook for you... it was enough to make your heart melt.  you enjoyed taking care of Sarah as well. even though she wasn’t your flesh nor blood, she loved you enough for it to be bypassed easily. seeing her face light up every time you entered the room was rewarding enough as it was. she loved seeing her daddy happy again, and it made you grow warm inside. 

Joel was not a morning person though. 

even though being a contractor required him to work as an early bird, he didn’t enjoy it at all. Joel was the worst person in the morning. he was often quiet for the first thirty minutes, because he knew he had nothing to say from that trap of his. 

of course, waking him up with kisses made him kind of tolerate the morning sun. 

“’s too damn bright..”  Joel grunted, waking you up. you smiled in your sleep, eyes fluttering open gently.  “hmm. let me close em,”  “and have you leave me in this cold, lonely bed? absolutely not.”  Joel said, pulling you impossibly closer. he began gently kissing over your shoulders, his nose nuzzling your ear sweetly. it tickled; not enough to make you shriek, but enough to feel that he was there.   “Joeeellllll... the sun isn’t just bothering you, y’know?”  you laughed, squirming a little. you knew you couldn’t escape Joel’s grasp, even if you really tried.  Joel let you get up. you swung your legs from the bed and stretched. you had fallen asleep wearing one of his red and black checker striped flannels, but no bottoms on. 

he whistled when he saw you close the blinds and curtains, your butt peeking out from the garment.  “damn. i’ll never get sick of your body,”  Joel whispered loud enough for you to hear. turning to face him, you smiled and blushed.  “i know you say that a lot... but you really mean it?”  you asked bashfully. you climbed back into bed, only for Joel to pull you close, your nose in his left pectoral, tickled by his hairy chest with tufts of gray mixing with the dark brown.  “’course i mean it, sweet pea. i've been alive for thirty-two goddamn years, and i can confidently say that they can’t make another you.”  you blushed at his words. Joel began gently rubbing his hands up and down your back, breathing in the scent of your hair. one of his hands came up to run through the strands. whenever it got caught on a knot, he’d gently rub and detangle, wanting you at complete ease. 

“remember when we were at Cosco and someone thought you were my dad?”  “’course i do, baby. i was mortified.”  “nah, you had a boner when we were walking away.”  “watch it, sweet pea. i ain’t a good man at the crack of dawn by any means.”  Joel said warningly. you got an idea, and it made you smirk. 

“oh yeah? you wanna go there, ‘ol man?”  you challenged, smirking.  Joel gave you the tiniest bit of warning in his look; those squinted eyes, slightly wrinkled nose, lips pursed.  “sweetheart, i’m warnin’ you.”  he whispered. but you didn’t listen. no, listening would be too easy with Joel. you knew he wouldn’t do anything to truly hurt you, right? 

“hmm... i don’t know...”  you began. your hand gently trailed down his happy trail, and goosebumps visibly rose on his arms.  “baby, i can’t.. ‘s too early,”  he began, grunting when you took his half-hard cock into your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.  “sure, you can, Joel. i’ll just get a quick ride in.”  you said, snickering. you reached over the bedside table and dripped some lube into your hand, leaning over to start stroking him to full hardness.  Joel keened, eyes slipping shut, his bottom lip caught in his teeth.  “fuck, baby... your hand feels so good. jus’ like always,”  he whispered. you hummed in response, snuggling into Joel as you continued touching him. 

masturbation was quite rare for Joel. he knew he could always ask you to get him off, and you always did the same as well. it was harder to have intimacy when Sarah was around, but in the early mornings like this, it was rare to be disturbed.   Joel gently bucked into the touch, his head leaning to the side. you caught the que and gently kissed him, your eyes shutting in bliss. there was nothing more intimate than this, you thought. touching your boyfriend, making him feel good. Joel being your boyfriend. it was a silly thought; this old man that was grumpy and only truly loved his daughter, his brother (on a good day), and you. he was your boyfriend.   Joel stopped your train of thought when he stopped the kiss, pulling your hand away. he pulled the blanket all the way down and dribbled more lubricant along his length. 

“c’mere,”  Joel said. you complied and hoisted yourself up, nearly bounding into his lap like a golden retriever.  “easy, sweetheart, easy. i ain’t the same man I was a decade ago.”  Joe said in a breathy chuckle, but was immediately silenced when you lifted the flannel, rubbing your sopping wet folds over his tip. you gently rubbed his tip over your clit as well, your back arching as you moaned wantonly.  “fuck, baby, look at you.”  Joel breathed. his hands gently cradled your hips, his thumbs rubbing tender circles into them.  “go on. take a ride, darlin’.”  he said, smirking. 

the initial feeling of Joel penetrating you would never get boring. you had decided on that months ago. and you were reminded exactly why it was so great every time you both made love. 

warm rays of orange mixing with yellow began burning through the curtains and blinds, making Joel grit his teeth.  “damnit. Sarah’s gonna be up in a bit. we don’t have ti-”  you cut off Joel by sitting on him, his cock throbbing inside of you. the feeling made you both choke in unison. you smiled down at him.  “well then i guess you’re gonna have to be quiet.”  you laughed. you knew being quiet was easier for Joel than you. after all, he wasn’t the one taking a fat cock inside of him. 

you began rocking back and forth, settling him even deeper. Joel kept whimpering and groaning; his head thrown back. being sleepy made him especially sensitive. you definitely needed to fuck him like this more often. he looked so pretty under the lights, his beard soft against his rugged skin.. you wanted to keep him for forever. 

kissing him, your rocking became gentle like a basket of ostrich feathers. pulling away, you whispered sweetly,  “you’re so fuckin’ handsome, Joel.. i can’t believe you’re my man. my man.”  you said, smiling against his lips. just when Joel thought you were being merciful, you reached down to rub your clit in time with your bouncing. you shuddered and moaned against his lips, your coupling gentle and romantic. 

“Joel.. babe, fuck, i’m gonna cum.”  you warned, choked up.  “go ahead, sweetheart. i got you,”  Joel panted. his hands cupped your ass, and he spread his legs, starting to thrust up into you. you cried out, which Joel immediately slapped a hand over your lips to silence you.  “shut it. you wanna wake Sarah, huh?”  Joel asked harshly. you shook your head, eyes rolling back in bliss. 

you came hard on Joel’s cock. you were nearly shrieking and convulsing, your pussy milking the life out of Joel. he groaned, capturing your lips in a messy kiss. he kept his thrusts up, his cock pumping fat spurts of cum against your silky cervix. you mewled at the feeling, now content and warm.  

Joel kept himself inside of you, his legs relaxing. he hissed when you shifted on top of him.  “you okay?”  you asked, voice soft. all Joel could bite out in response was,  “.. yeah.. jus’ got a cramp in my leg,”  “fuck, you’re old.” 

[joelsbunnyboy]

Joel Miller thoughts

I'm having "just the tip" brainrot. Just the tip because it's too big, and even though I'm dripping wet I'm just too fucking small. Too small, until you start working your hips back and forth, just a little bit at a time. Too small, too fucking tight, but it gets easier and it feels like so much that I don't even notice when you slide another inch in, but oh god do you fucking notice, you notice and think "jesus, there's no way I can actually..." and start pushing just a little bit more, switching between looking at my teary face (overwhelmed but not hurting, not really), and the tight little cunt you're working your way into, bit by bit, pulling out just enough to push back in further and really feel it as I open up. So fucking focused on how good it feels that it shocks both of us when your hips hit my ass, making eye contact for an electric second before you grind that much fucking deeper and watch my eyes roll back. Anyway. Just like. Normal thoughts