kissmezero

[kissmezero]

overstimulating joel until he cums. again.

content: oral (m receiving), joel is 61 and has a hard time keeping up with his much younger girlfriends sex drive, use of daddy, slight dubcon

a/n: this is how im choosing to cope with this scene, okay? i can’t help that he looks hot as fuck.

joel was too worn out to move.

chest heaving, mouth quivering, all he could do was lay there and watch you take from him.

you were such a greedy lil’ thing, one round was never enough. so eager and needy. always wanting more, like you wouldn’t last a day without his cock.

he kept up with you as best as he could for a man his age, making sure to stay in shape so he that maintained his stamina, but it only got him so far.

it was a guilty reminder— he was old. you were young. nothin’ he could change about that. he already ran through the small supply of viagra he was able to get ahold of weeks ago, which left him at your mercy.

even after a long day of patrol he came home and fucked you every night, just like you wanted. what was left of his energy he thrusted deep into your cunt with his seed to prove it, giving you a kiss on the cheek before pulling out and turning onto his back to go to sleep.

it had been a while since you went down on him. he didn’t have much control on when or how often he got hard, so when he was he used those moments inside of you.

except joel didn’t realize how much you missed him in your mouth, so badly that you needed it.

as he rolled off of you to his side of the bed, you noticed how his cock was flushed— coated with your juices and his cum. he was softening but stayed big, thick in girth with graying hairs at the base.

he didn’t have the chance to recover before you had his cock in your hand, sitting on your knees and holding him straight as you licked the shaft.

“baby… what’re y’doin?” he asked timidly, still attempting to control his breaths from cumming just a minute or two prior. you simply responded with a hum, looking up at him through your lashes as you swirled your tongue— tasting yourself on him.

you placed a kiss on his tip, his cock reacting with a throb that pulsed in your grasp. “alright, that’s enough.” he spoke low, a quavering warning for you to stop— but his tone lacked in confidence.

“let me have this, daddy.” as if he had a choice.

you took him into your mouth, lips curling around his cock as you watched his face twist from the sensation.

fucking hell, you were going to be the death of him.

he clenched his jaw, teeth grinding while he tried to hold himself back— hold you back. he pushed at your head, attempting to shove you with what little control he had left, but you didn’t budge. you only went further, inching his cock deeper down your throat. he was forced into submission.

joel was so sensitive that he whined from the mix of pain and pleasure, the line blurring the more you swallowed him. “i don’t have anythin’ left in me, honey... gave y’all of it already.” he told you slow, his voice trembling.

you moaned in defiance, mouth stuffed full of his length. you brought a free hand to his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze which made him nearly whimper. you pull away, spit dribbling from the corners of your lip. “can feel that you still got some in here, just gotta get it out, daddy. it’ll feel so much better.”

he clenched his jaw, teeth grinding together as you continued to suck him— bobbing at a teasing speed while you massaged the rest of his length at the same time. he twitched his hips, his body defying his words.

it felt so good that it was hurting him. your throat was beginning to burn due to lack of recent experience, but you were determined for it.

“just couldn’t wait, huh? so cock drunk that y’had to use your old man like this, knowin’ im vulnerable?” you nodded, that familiar ache in your core returning.

he was thinking of all the ways to punish you once you were done— ready to spank you until you cried, maybe edge you if he was feeling mean. he would find a way to make you pay.

joel was determined to give you one more load since you went through all of this to get it. he couldn’t disappoint his girl.

he was so numb that he couldn’t even feel himself getting ready to cum, his eyes glossy and in a state of haze at the sight of you drooling on his thighs.

the warm, soft flesh of your cheeks hollowing in on him brought him to his release, spilling hot, creamy ropes on the pad of your tongue. whenever you thought he was done it didn’t stop— drops still leaking out after you finished.

“better lick me dry honey. since you wanted it so damn bad.”

[kissmezero]

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫.

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: you wonder how far you can push him.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: pet names, mentions of afab anatomy, mdni.

. . . . . . . . . . .╰──╮╭──╯ . . . . . . . . . . .

Vander was no longer a violent man. Beating people within an inch of their life was far in his past, that kind of anger buried deep. Now he was a dad. A good one, at that. His hands were gentle, words kind, eyes so soft. He’d changed.

You sat across from him on a bar stool, the old cracking wood squealing each time you shifted your weight, even slightly. Your eyes flickered to his hands that seemed to engulf each glass he knocked to the counter. And you began to wonder just how far that gentleness went.

You were a regular. You knew what set the man off, what made his jaw clench and nostrils flair. If you pushed and pushed, you wondered if those hands would find their way around your throat & drag you to a place where your moans couldn’t be heard or if he could keep his composure.

Thighs squeezing with just the thrill of the idea, your game began. A head tilt here, a mention of a peeve he had there & suddenly the clink of him passing drinks around grew rougher and louder. You thought a glass may shatter, but it never reached that point.

It was only so long before he called the night early, his cigar stained voice booming above all the patrons and ushering them out the front door. All except you, who’d now soaked the wood underneath where you sat.

Eventually the last drop was empty.

And you were alone.

“What are you playing at?” His voice echoed from the front door, locking the two of you inside.

“Just, making conversation.” Now you tried to play innocent, pretend you had no idea what he could possibly be talking about.

And that’s how you found out that his gentleness rarely wavered because even though he had you bent over the stool you once sat on roughly pounding into you, only praise left his lips.

“You take it so well, precious.”

“Such a pretty pussy.”

“All mine.”

You fell apart underneath him, barely able to take his size, but it felt good to know you got what you wanted out of the man. And clearly he needed it because the two of you had explored each others bodies for hours.

Even so, his composure never faltered. You only ever received soft kisses and gentle touches. Something in the back of your mind told you that next time, you’d just have to push harder.

. . . . . . . . . . .╰──╮╭──╯ . . . . . . . . . . .

[kissmezero]

how would we feel about a home sweet home chapter from joel’s POV?

[kissmezero]

oh lawd 😩

Here Without You

A guided masturbation fic

Summary: Joel talks you through masturbation via walkie talkie, while out on a supply run. Inspired by the song Here Without You by 3 Doors Down.

CW: MDNI 18+ only. Guided masturbation. Fingerfucking, cumming on clothing, Joel talking you through it, use of Daddy/little girl, pussy pronouns.

Word Count: 2k

The walkie talkie crackled.

“Hey sweetheart. I made camp for the night. Wanna talk?”

You scrambled out of bed and grabbed your walkie talkie off the bedside table.

“Hi baby. Of course I do.”

Rather than telling him how you felt, you let your melancholy take over; and pressed “play.”

A sad, lonely guitar begins playing on the cd player; and Joel understands.

“I miss you too, baby.”

The lyrics to Here Without You begin:

A hundred days have made me older

Since the last time that I saw your pretty face

He’d left two days ago on a trip for supplies. The hours he was away dragged like days. And each day felt like a week.

Your codependency on Joel was so well-known, so all-consuming and crippling when he went away; that Maria quietly erased your name from whatever chore you were assigned, whenever Joel left on runs.

“I know what it’s like,” Maria had consoled you that morning. ”You wonder if they’ll make it back. You know they’re capable. The Miller men are forces of nature.” She rubbed your shoulder soothingly. “But some things, you just can’t control.”

You’d tried to distract yourself by helping cook lunch in the mess hall. Spent some time with the horses. Even shot some infected with Ellie on the mountainside. But still, the hours passed slower than you could take.

You lived for when the walkie talkie crackled. Joel would check in a few times a day just to let you know he was safe. You clung to those words all day, or all night, til you hear em again.

God bless the fancy walkie set he found on a supply run a few years ago. They allowed two-way communication at the same time; so you didn’t have to worry about taking turns talking, or pressing the call button every time you spoke.

Joel’s deep voice brought you back to the present.

“How’s my girl?”

Holding the walkie talkie close to your chest, you curled up with Joel’s voice in bed. “Miss you. Everything hurts when you’re gone. I’m trying not to worry and stress, but it’s hard as fuck.”

The voice you loved, softened some more. “I’m sorry, Angel. You know my heart’s right there with you. It never left.”

A tear trickles down your cheek, and kisses your pillow.

The lyrics float into your consciousness once more:

But all the miles that separate

Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face

“Go grab my shirt, baby. You know the one.”

Throwing the bedding off, you clutch the walkie to your chest and stride to the bottom dresser drawer.

Inside the drawer in a smallish box, was a button-up plaid shirt Joel kept for you. He’d wear it every so often while riding his horse, or chopping wood. He’d wear it by the fire, and on warm summer nights. And he would come with your name on his tongue while you watched; unloading his mouthwatering cum into the front shirt pocket.

He did it all for you; so that when he was on runs, you could smell his sweat and earth and cum. The essence of him.

And every time you knew Joel was going to leave, you’d put on your favorite red thong; corner Joel in the bathroom or the garage; and slide his hand between your legs. He’d finger fuck the thong into you until you came all over his hand and all over the fabric. Lungs heaving as you came down, you’d slide his fingers out of you and bring his hand to your mouth; sucking him clean. “My dirty, pretty girl,” Joel would coo at you. Caressing your cheek with the back of his hand as you step out of the dripping thong and tuck it into his jacket pocket.

“Got it baby?“ Joel asks.

You nod, even though he can’t see you. “Yeah.”

“Put it on and lay back in bed.”

Taking off your top, you slip Joel’s on and climb in bed. You tuck the walkie on his pillow next to you.

“Got your red lace in my hand. I miss you and your pretty cunt so much.”

You hear him inhale long and deep. “I can almost taste your skin.“

You wait in anticipation, hoping for those little words. And then they come.

“Want me to guide you?”

The whiny exhale of excitement that you can’t stifle, makes Joel chuckle gently.

“Alright. Get comfortable on the bed f’me.”

The rustle of the bedding picks up on the walkie.

“Good girl. Just like that.”

The lyrics float into your consciousness once more.

I'm here without you, baby

But you're still with me in my dreams

And tonight it's only you and me

The words settle in your bones… weigh you down into the mattress.

“Spread those legs, honey.” A beat of silence passes. ”How’s she doing? Go on and touch.”

Your heart picks up speed as you slide an enthusiastic hand into your panties. “Good. She’s wet for you.”

The smile in his voice is infectious. “Really? Let daddy hear his little girl.”

You grab the walkie and set it between your legs. The delicate squish and slosh makes Joel groan.

“Mmm she’s crying for me too, ain’t she?” Joel soothes.

“Yes Daddy,” you breathed. “We miss you something awful. We need your touch so bad.” You knew you were pushing it with your complaining, but the ache in your core was so severe, you’d do anything for Joel to relieve it. Like a teapot that was screaming; you needed release.

“I know baby. Let your hand be mine tonight. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. Now I want you to close your eyes. Relax every muscle.” He waits a few seconds for your exhale. ”Then gather a little wetness, and circle that sweet clit for me.”

“Not too fast now. We’re taking our time tonight.”

Your heart jumps with excitement as you hear the jingle of his belt. The zipper of his jeans.

“You joining me?”

Your heart is in your throat, pounding hard. No matter how many years you spend with Joel, it feels like the first time, every time he fucks his hand for you. The excitement. The anticipation. Knowing he’s so turned on by you that he can’t keep his hands to himself? Fuck.

“‘Course, baby. He misses you too. Crying all over the inside of my boxers. Makin a mess for you.”

You hear him spit. Once. Twice. Then the slide of his cock in his hand makes you throw your head back hard into the pillow. Arching your back at the image of his hand wrapping around his cock… it’s almost too much to bear��

“I wish I could see you. Your massive dick in your hand. Your legs splayed out. God I miss your bush. I wish I was nose-deep in it right now. Wish you were making me gag and stretching out my throat.”

A heavy sigh comes through the walkie. “Shit. Keep talkin baby. Don’t stop.”

A thrill zings low in your gut, knowing you’re turning him on so well that he forgot he was supposed to be guiding you through it.

“Fuck, Joel. The things I would do to you if I was out there right now. I’d lay you out in that snow. Flat on your back. Tie your wrists together around a tree. Touch every last inch of you. Wrapping my hand around your beautiful neck. Pressing on your arteries just right til you get lightheaded. Feel your pulse beneath my fingers.”

You can hear his hand getting wetter as his precum starts to drip. His breaths are coming in harder. Humming around the velvet of your words.

“I”d grind on you til “m making a mess of your jeans, and you’re bursting out the seams. Bucking your hips up, desperate for friction. I’d undo your jeans and pull you out. Hard. Veiny. Thicker than my fucking forearm.” His hand picks up speed. “And sit on it.”

You wait a second to see if he wants to volley, but his silence except for a whispered, “fuck,” tells you to keep gong.

“And the stretch. God in heaven the stretch from your cock would make me pant, and whine. Begging for mercy; and more; at the same time.“

Your cunt is slippery as hell at this point; your legs clamoring shut; nerves setting fires up and down your body as you continue touching yourself. You can’t help but breathe through your mouth in heat at the thought of being speared by him. The weight. The thickness. The feel of him twitching inside you. Having to remember to breathe when he hits your diaphragm.

You get lost in the thought of being filled with him. The visual… the sensation…. Knocking the wind right out of you. You shiver and shudder. And it brings Joel around.

“Goddamn angel, You’ve got me so hard, I could kill someone with this thing.”

A giggle erupts from your chest, and Joel joins in. His voice is prettier than music.

“I can hear your juices baby. You sound so good for daddy.“

“It’s all for you,” you swoon.

“Fucking hell, baby. You’re gonna make me blow my load so fast.” He groaned. ”Let me hear all of you tonight. No holding back. I want you so loudly in the flow of your pleasure, that Tommy comes running from across the street thinking you’re dying.”

You snort a laugh at that image— Tommy bursting in with his shotgun; you spread eagle and naked on the bed.

“There’s the happiness I was lookin for,” Joel affirms.

Joel takes you on a walk through his mind. Every touch. Every taste; just like he does. Matching his pace. Breathing in time with his lungs. Completely in sync.

“Run your fingertips up and down the edges of your labia baby. Yes, just like that;” praising you every time your breathing deepened; your lungs burned with need.

“Circle that tight little pussy for me sweet girl. Tease yourself for me. Just the lightest touch, now. Slow… slow…” waiting til you beg, for him to finally say, “Ok baby. Sink two fingers in. One; then the other. Goood girl.”

“God I can hear how wet you are for me.”

“Taste yourself for me. God you’re delicious. I wish I was knuckle and nose deep in you right now.”

He teased and taunted you; making you pause. Edging yourself to oblivion. Til you were begging him to just let you come.

“Okay, baby. You win. Go ahead.”

And you’re off. Fingers going a mile a minute to catch that high you’d been chasing for the last hour.

Your lungs heave as you’re about to crest.

“That’s it. So good for me. I hear it coming baby. It’s okay. Let go.”

His words snap the cord inside you and you free fall; arms and legs twitching violently as you’re thrown off a cliff; like a beetle stuck on it’s back. Then a rush of euphoria pulls you under and leaves you breathless; dizzy; swimming in ecstasy. Your brain is deliciously foggy. Slow. Fuzzy and soft.

So lost in the feeling; that you caught just the tail end of Joel’s orgasm. His grunts and moans; his breathy pleasure makes you peak again; dopamine flowing through you like ripples on still water. You shiver and tremble; gently falling apart to the sound of Joel. You could listen to him come for the rest of your life.

Wiping the sweat off your forehead, you sprawl out and stretch; then curl up with the walkie once more.

“I love you so fucking much, Joel.”

“I love you too, baby, more than you know.”

[kissmezero]

𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: mentions of oral, choking, begging. MDNI

. . . . . . . . . . .╰──╮╭──╯ . . . . . . . . . . .

Joel Miller is a gruff guy. The wrap his hand around your neck just to watch you beg, kind of gruff guy. But every once in awhile, the tables turn.

He comes home disheveled and sweaty, hair sticking up as if his hands have been constantly running through it. You'd think upon first glance that he was just tired from a long day of work, but you know better. You recognize that look in his eyes, the same one you get when you are desperate and pleading. Their once narrowed shape widen into silent begging. And he is not a begging man, but he would crawl on his hands and knees in moments like this if it meant he could taste you.

Legs spread & sprawl over his shoulders, he is a man gone wild, lapping and lapping until he can't catch his breath. In times like these, it's never enough. He whines and whimpers, pushing his nose in deeper and deeper.

"I just want to make you feel good, darlin'." You hear over your own careless moans.

"Please." He whispers, embarrassed but too hypnotized to care.

"Cum on my tongue please."

Your resolve snaps and you do. A mistake you know, because in these frenzies, he will make you shutter against his pleading mouth over and over again. Because with Joel Miller, it's never enough.

[kissmezero]

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. ⭑.ᐟ - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: There simply weren't enough slow burn dbf!joel fics. This one is for all my readers who yearn for the tension & are in it for the long run. Multipart! Mentions of sex. MDNI!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: The most tensiony tension that has ever tensioned.

ᴡᴄ: 1.6k

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previous part.

The three hour road trip had ended almost a week ago & you still hadn’t seen Joel. It wasn’t rare for him to get caught up in work, but it was rare for him to completely blow off your dad. Apparently the two of them had plans to go to a local bar tonight, one they went to often, & the man wasn’t picking up his phone. By now the clock read 8pm, an hour after they were supposed to meet up. You could tell your dad was growing worried, pacing and bouncing his knee. But Joel Miller was a grown man & clearly he was trying to respect that, to give him whatever space he wanted. Trying was the key word, as he didn’t last very long. 

“Will you walk over & see if he’s home at least?” Your dad piped up from his spot on the worn leather couch. Your head whipped toward him, eyes burning holes through his chest. 

You didn’t want to. Desperately didn’t want to, especially not after you had the world’s most awkward roadtrip with the man, but your dad was clearly worried & so you bit the bullet. 

“Okay.” You agreed with a curt nod, your body tense. “I’ll uhm, be back in a sec.” You felt like someone had tied cinderblocks to your ankles as you stood & shuffled over to the front door. 

It was dim out, the sky completely washed in a deep black & littered with stars. They were so beautiful & bright in the country like this where light pollution hadn’t tainted it. It was one thing you truly appreciated about being back here. Your head tilted back to observe the constellations that looked down at you. You didn’t know the names for any one of them, but one thing was for certain, they’ve seen everything.

Joel thankfully only lived a couple houses down so it was a quick walk, but by the time you reached his front door all senses were telling you to turn around. You could just tell your dad you saw his lights on & explain that you were sure he was fine. That would do enough to calm him down, at least for the time being. And dealing with his antics would be a hell of a lot easier than whatever awaited you on the other side of this door. 

You turned, preparing to hobble back down his driveway when you heard it, the click of a doorknob turning. Your head tossed over your shoulder & there he was looking more disheveled than normal, his truck keys in hand. He said nothing, just blinked, jaw clenching. You also let the silence hang, momentarily forgetting why you came. 

“You wind up at the wrong house?” He looked standoffish almost, like he was expecting you to snap at him. Maybe he deserved it for disappearing without a word, but you weren’t here to pick a fight even if that was what he wanted.

“My dad.” You paused, scratching the back of your neck. Could he tell you felt trapped under the weight of his gaze? “He wanted me to check up on you, said y'all had some kind of plans.” You were over explaining, at least you felt like you were. 

“Yeah uh, been preoccupied.” No elaboration from his southern drawl, not like you should have expected any.  

“Give him a call if you get a chance.” You paused, looking down at your feet. “He’s worried.” A blanket of silence, again. The two of you always seemed to end up here waiting for something. 

He nodded. 

You stayed. You didn’t know why.  Guilt, maybe. Had your conversation in the car made him uncomfortable? Had you crossed some sort of line & now he felt obligated to avoid you all together? Or maybe this was really about your dad, you weren’t sure.

“I’m sorry if what I said—” This entire conversation felt so stupid & yet the mention of the road trip wrapped around your neck like a cord. “If what I said upset you. I know your my dad’s friend and I shouldn’t have-“ 

“Look, kid.” There was that name again. It was starting to feel like an insult. You didn’t want to hear whatever followed. “You uh, shouldn’t be here.” He cleared his throat, averting his gaze towards seemingly nothing. Your eyebrows furrowed & your feet subconsciously stumbled back a little. Something felt like a betrayal, although you weren’t sure what or why. 

You wanted to spit an insult back that you knew would make him go hollow just as you had and you couldn’t even place where that feeling was coming from. The Joel in front of you, the stone cold one whose eyes shifted between brown & black was the one you should have let yourself grow used to. Clearly expecting some casualty out of him had been a mistake.

“You’re right.” Your words were biting. “I shouldn’t be here. Just let someone know you didn’t drink yourself to death next time they call, yeah?” You turned for good this time, putting as much distance between the two of you as you could. 

You heard him mumble something, maybe ‘fuck’ but you didn’t care. He’d accomplished whatever he set out to do & you had no intentions of showing back up to his place. 

You could feel his brown eyes burning into your back, small reminders that he was watching. You didn’t dare to turn around, give him the satisfaction of you checking. You knew deep down that he stood in his doorway, head bowed like an injured puppy, yet a jaw clenched like a man aching for a fight. 

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You fell asleep quickly that night, barreling through the house & straight to your bed. Your dad had known something was wrong but didn’t bother to ask, only checked with you to see if Joel was home & you were thankful for it. 

Morning came & went & it was now midday. You were still lounging in your room, under your blanket and mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Dating apps mostly, but that wasn’t fulfilling anything & you were growing frustrated. Not like you thought it would, but it was worth the try. 

The bright idea to text your failed college fling came to you & you perked up slightly, frantically searching for his contact name. You’d wondered if he’d even answer, considering you broke things off last you spoke. 

‘Hey’ you sent, short and sweet since you didn’t exactly know what you wanted out of this. 

You did however, know you were hungry after skipping so many meals & desperately longed for whatever you smelled your dad cooking. With a new found pep, you were shuffling down the carpeted hallway in an instant, driven by the gratification of possible sexting and mediocre food. 

What you didn’t expect to find was Joel talking to your dad from the kitchen table as he leaned over a pan. Clearly the two had made up, but you couldn’t get further. 

“Hey, princess.” Your dad chimed. He must have heard the way you choked when you saw the man who was now suddenly quiet as well. With his mind preoccupied with the meal at hand, your dad didn’t seem to notice the shift in the room. “Food’s almost ready if you want to eat with us,” he offered. 

You were prepared to decline. Something stopped you. 

“Sure.” Was your voice normally that shaky? 

You saw your father perk up slightly, very rarely did the two of you find time to eat together. That must have been why you agreed so quickly. Must have. 

You sat at the wooden table, opposite of Joel who was still not speaking. You doubted he would anymore unless prompted & you sure as hell weren’t gonna be the first one to get that conversation going. 

A plate was set in front of you & in true southern fashion it was adorned with pulled pork & cornbread, something much more Joel’s speed. Your appetite left you. 

You thought about standing & returning to your room or even hopping in your truck & driving aimlessly but you didn’t want to upset your dad… or raise any kind of suspicion that something was wrong. So you stayed put & pretended to listen to whatever sports talk had arisen between the two. 

The only thing that pulled you back towards reality was the loud sound of your phone vibrating against the wooden table. You looked over, uninterested & assuming it to be spam… until you saw a photo of your fling with his name up top filling the screen. An answer button awaited, but you made no move. Just that quickly, your memory of the text you sent him earlier evaded you and both men at the table now stared expectantly, both for very different reasons. 

Your dad had a look of curiosity & confusion in his eyes. You weren’t about to get into that whole situation with him right now. 

And Joel. Well Joel looked like he was seconds away from cracking the glass plate that sat in front of him into a million little pieces. 

. . . . . . . . . . .╰──╮╭──╯ . . . . . . . . . . .

[kissmezero]

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. ⭑.ᐟ - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎.

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: There simply weren't enough slow burn dbf!joel fics. This one is for all my readers who yearn for the tension & are in it for the long run. Multipart! Mentions of sex. MDNI!

ᴡᴄ: 1.5k

. . . . . . . . . . .╰──╮╭──╯ . . . . . . . . . . .

previous part.

You were going to kill your dad, painfully & unremorsefully. Not only had you been cornered into helping Joel fucking Miller with some weird wood supply drop off, but he’d also failed to mention the fact that the drive was three hours long. One and a half there, one and a half back & you could throw up just thinking about it. Joel himself hadn’t even bothered to tell you. You had to look over at the GPS, which now felt more like a taunt than anything. Of course, you’d been around the gruff man for long periods before, but never alone. And never inside the front of a truck that was starting to feel smaller than normal. You pulled at the collar of your hoodie, seeking escape. 

“So was anyone going to mention that this was less of a quick stop and more of a god damn road trip?” You huffed, letting your head rest against the still-cold window. It was a welcome relief given the circumstances. 

“What were you gonna be off doin’ instead, hm?” Not once did he take his eyes off the road. It was slightly infuriating. “Sittin' in that bedroom and sleepin’ all day?” You were inches away from opening up the door & rolling out onto the street. Maybe he’d reflect on this moment at your funeral if that took you out. You doubted it. 

“Yes, actually!” Your voice came out higher-pitched than you would have liked. 

“You can sleep when you're dead.” A phrase you often heard said by your workaholic father & the man who sat next to you. They were truly two peas in a pod, and you never hated that more. 

“What I do with my summer really isn’t any of your business.” You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“And yet you make it my business.” His husky voice sighs. You wanted to slap the man, just give him one good & clean swing. It wouldn’t do anything, but maybe he’d falter for a second. 

Joel was unfortunately right, which is why you were so peeved. You never really had any friends in Austin; all of your connections were made after high school, which meant every summer back home, you were as alone as you could get. It was nice for a couple of weeks, but eventually the boredom would eat you alive & you’d spend most of the day at Joel’s since he had a pool and a nice collection of movies. He even kept a key under his doormat when he left for work, so you could get in. You hated that he was using that against you. 

“You are a real dick, you know that.” Was all you knew to say. You didn’t actually mean it— never did when you bickered with the man, but it felt good to spit off insults at him anyway.

“Hear that one pretty often.” He was so very smug, you’d wondered what he’d done to deserve an ego like that. 

You rolled your eyes. This fight was pointless, like trying to argue with a toddler who’d made up their mind about something, but instead it was a 200-pound man in a flannel. Instead, you reached your hand for the stereo, deciding that if you had to bicker or sit in heavy silence for the next hour, you'd start pulling your hair out. You found his hand quickly around your wrist, engulfing it. You tried to yank it out, but his grip tightened. Jesus, he was strong.

“What are you doing?” You huffed, finally retrieving your arm. 

“Stoppin you from playin whatever kind of shitty music you were about to turn on.” He said it with such conviction, like he knew you’d give in, that honestly, you were a little offended. 

“Do I have to remind you that this is my truck?” You paused, more arguments flowing to your memory. “And everytime i'm over, I have to listen to the same ten shitty eighties songs.” You reached for the radio again, his hand snapped down. You were starting to regret not bringing a pair of headphones. He let go and shrugged. Much to your dismay, the two of you fell into a heavy silence again, which was at least better than arguing. 

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At some point, you’d fallen asleep. The truck seat had started to feel more like your bed, and the sounds of other cars passing in a consistent rhythm provided enough comfort to make your eyelids go heavy. You weren’t sure how long you’d been out, but you did know when your eyes flickered open, the sun was high in the sky, and Joel Miller was staring. He noticed your alertness, his eyes quickly darting forward. The sound of him clearing his throat filled the air, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly amused. The man had finally been caught off his guard, bringing a small and satisfied smirk to your face. You weren't sure why he’d been looking, but you did know that you finally had some sort of upper hand. 

“Enjoying the view?” You weren’t sure why, of all things, you could have said that's what you landed on. Mentally, you cursed yourself, curling back up into your hoodie. 

“Jus’ making sure you were still breathin’.” He replied as stoically as he’d been before you’d fallen asleep. You would assume nothing phased the man if you hadn't seen the way he was white knuckling the leather steering wheel. You were feeling less regretful about your words, noticing that you clearly had gotten to him. You were more focused on winning the argument than thinking about the context of it- blind sided by your stubbornness. He knew that too. 

“Right.” You huffed, not quite ready to let him live down whatever that was, but you knew pushing it too far would result in the teasing being spun on you somehow. So you moved on. 

You guys continued in silence for another 5 minutes before he broke again. Clearly, whatever just happened shredded the possibility of comfortable silence. 

“So uh…” He coughed, still making a point not to look back over at you. “How was college?” 

“We don’t have to do the whole small talk thing.” You responded immediately, shutting down whatever that was. 

“What if I'm actually interested, hm? You ever considered I ain’t actually an asshole.” His defensiveness confused you. He never minded the nickname before. 

You thought about making some sort of point that he just couldn’t stand the silence anymore, but you couldn’t get over the fact that he sounded genuine. A rarity it the world of Mr. Miller. You let out a breath, feeling your body relax again.

“Hard to sum it all up.” You answered honestly, your eyes landing on the quickly passing trees. “It was bittersweet for the most part, knowing it was the last semester. I had to leave behind pretty much all of my friends, and a guy that I thought things were going to work out with. They live so far, ya know?” You felt him stiffen beside you, mimicking the wooden boards that rattled around in the bed of your truck. “Don’t tell my dad.” You added, assuming it was due to him now having to keep a secret. 

“He’d be upset?” His eyebrows furrowed. “You’re a big girl.” Your stomach turned, hunger you blamed. 

“Not usually, but I just never brought the guy to meet him. It would hurt his feelings I think.” You shifted, unsure of why you were talking to him about this. You imagined it was because you didn’t have anyone else to talk about it with. “I guess part of me knew it wasn’t going to work out.” You shrugged, your hoodie bunching with your shoulders. 

“Why not?” He pressed, sounding bored, but there was something there. You didn’t look over and neither did he. 

“I know it sounds stupid, but I felt like I had to keep asking for the little things, like flowers and random dates and stuff.” You paused, hesitation hanging in the air. It was heavy. “Plus, he wasn’t very good at… you know.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows, finally looking at you, still white knuckling the wheel.

“Sex.” You finished. 

He chuckled & you were desperate for him to say anything. 

“You don’t have to make fun of me.” You felt weirdly defensive, as if it were your fault. 

“I'm not making fun of you, kid.” That had been the first time he’d used that nickname in a while, throwing his own defenses up. “Just shocked you stuck around for so long, you’re usually a much smarter girl.” He tilted his head, emphasizing the last couple of words. 

“Well, I'm not exactly used to guys giving me an orgasm. Kind of rare these days, becomes a perk rather than a necessity.” Now you looked at him, his chest rising & falling harshly. Did he usually breathe like that? 

“Shut it, can't be talking to you about shit like this. Your dad’ll put a bullet in me.” He sounded so aggressive, a growl threatening to spill from the back of his throat that made him sound more intimidating than usual. Clearly the conversation had pushed too far for whatever invisible line he had.

“Okay.” You agreed quietly, because he was right. The last person who needed the details of your sex life was Joel fucking Miller. 

You heard the man shift, his flannel sounding much louder than usual. You turned your head, peeking over at him to see that for the first time the entire trip, he was reaching for the radio. The car filled with music, but you both knew neither of you were listening.

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Your dad was a working man. The get-your-hands-dirty & come-home-covered-in-oil, kind of working man. And despite you being his daughter, he expected the same out of you, although it was clearly not your calling, as you were the least handy person you knew. But regardless, it made him happy to see you try & so every summer between college semesters, there you were, either in his garage or his best friend, Joel Miller’s, trying your best to look busy. For the most part, all you did was hold a wrench or pass one of them a funnel, standing awkwardly in your baby doll top & flip flops. Every once in a while, you'd grown familiar enough with the lingo to insert an opinion or two, but those moments were few and far between. Still, the men appreciated your company, and regardless, you were praised & typically bought dinner afterwards, so it was a win-win situation. At least enough of one that this little arrangement had become something you looked forward to when you came back home.

You’d just finished your last semester of college & officially had a bachelor's degree, which meant there was no more retreating from your childhood home once August rolled around. As much as you loved your father, he could get suffocating and times, and you weren’t sure how long you were going to last before you went apartment hunting. You said goodbye to all the friends you made & it was tough, but you all kept in touch with a text here & there. You especially missed your best friend, who somehow ended up in all the same classes as you, but lived on the opposite side of Texas. Mostly though, you just enjoyed the familiarity of being back in Austin, standing inside of Joel Miller’s sweltering hot garage & listening to some kind of 80’s classic you didn’t recognize. In the four years you'd grown, it seemed nobody else had changed. Your dad was there too, half his body submerged under Joel’s truck, which was steadily leaking black oil. You assumed that wasn’t supposed to be happening from the sound of Joel’s frustrated grumbling & pacing. Last time you saw him, you could have sworn he was less grey. Why you remembered that detail, you weren’t sure. It made him look gentler, more approachable somehow.

“Yeah, it’s completely busted.” Your dad commented, wiggling his lanky body out from under the car. His knees cracked as he stood, clearly not made for getting down on the ground anymore. He was a stubborn man and would probably work until he croaked. Like father, like daughter, at least on the stubborn front.

“Just my luck.” Joel huffed, tossing a dirt-stained rag over his flannel. His arms flexed beneath the cloth. You had no idea what was going on, just that they both seemed to be done & you’d be gifted some takeout soon. Your stomach growled. “Was supposedt’ be hauling some lumber to a contractor in the mornin’.” He ran a hand through his hair. 

“Ah.” Your dad waved him off with a huff. “You can use my daughters, she ain’t got anywhere better to be.” And just like that, you were being thrown into something you had absolutely no interest in. You didn’t really have anywhere better to be; all your friends were long gone by now, but still, you took slight offense to the comment. “She could get some of them smaller planks in the back, I’m sure.” He continued. You shot him a look that read something like ‘please shut the fuck up’ but you knew what was done was done. Like you observed, stubborn.

“I don’t wanna be puttin' nobody out, I can just make a couple calls.” You felt hopeful watching Joel reach into his back pocket, & then your dad opened his mouth again. Your shoulders slumped.

“Nonsense, I’ll give her the gas money for it.” You huffed, eyes bouncing between the two, trying to gauge if you’d suddenly become a ghost. You normally didn’t mind being the helping hand, but asking for your opinion first would have been nice.

“I’m right here, y'all are aware of that, right?” There was obviously some annoyance mixed with the sarcasm. The last thing you wanted to do was wake up at the ass crack of dawn & help load some dingy old wood that was probably much heavier than you could carry onto your truck.

“I’ll buy ya breakfast.” Joel offered, that sweet southern drawl making the offer harder to resist than it normally would have been. You’d never turn down free anything, especially not food. So you nodded, finalizing the conversation & the three of you headed inside. 

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The night came & went much quicker than you would have liked. Summer was supposed to be for sleeping in & by the looks of it, the sun was barely even up. You tossed a pillow over your face, muffling a loud groan. Despite how much you wanted to scream at your dad for putting you up to this, you didn’t want to wake him. Your comforter smelled freshly washed, so soft and warm that dragging your feet over the bed took genuine convincing. 

You couldn’t be bothered to make yourself look presentable, especially not this early in the morning. It was just Joel & you suspected you wouldn’t even be getting out of the truck anyway. So after you threw on a hoodie that reached your knees & a pair of shorts, you were out the door, hissing against the chilly morning. Joel, like the working man he was, already had multiple 6 foot wooden boards pinned under his arm, walking across the street towards your driveway. He looked just as tired, his eyes still glazed over from sleep. Your eyes flickered over to the bed of your vehicle, which was already half full of the boards. Your stomach turned, feeling a little guilty. At least that's why you assumed it turned. Maybe you were craving that free breakfast you were promised, it was too early to decide.

“Mornin’.” He greeted in his polite southern fashion. It felt too formal. Your eyebrows furrowed. 

“Morning.” You responded, your accent much less heavy, but still there. You stood awkwardly with your hands tucked into your hoodie pocket, playing around with the truck keys that sat in there. “You could have shot me a text or something, would have woken up a little bit earlier.” Which was the truth. You didn’t appreciate the interrupted sleep, but you liked being the good neighborly girl.

“That's all right, couldn’t sleep.” You wondered why. He’d never tell you, had never been much of a feelings kind of man. “There’s only a couple more in my garage.” He groaned, tossing the ones he already held into the back with a loud thwack. The sound rattled you a little, and you wondered how that had not woken you up earlier. 

“I’ll go grab em’.” You began feeling a little helpless, but he waved you off, already turning on the heels of his boots. You thought the whole point of you helping was so the old man didn’t have to carry all of it by himself. Clearly, he was stubborn as ever. 

You decided to make yourself semi-useful & go ahead & get the truck warmed up. A light layer of dew and frost still lay against the windshield & the black paint, which would pose as a problem. Texas was just annoying enough that, despite the day being in the nineties, the morning air was often quite cold. Once the sun decided to peak, it would go right back to record-breaking temperatures. You grabbed the bar at the top of the truck door & heaved yourself into the driver's seat, huffing as you did so. That never got easier. With a quick crank, it let out a loud purr, the type that sounded less like a sports car & more like an engine that was about to give out. You winced. At least your heat still worked; it felt nice against your already numbing fingertips. A knock sounded on the window & before you could even turn your head, Joel was opening the driver's door with a scowl. 

“The fuck you doin?” He asked, as if the answer were so obvious. You stared at him, dumbfounded, mouth open as if about to say something, but not quite sure what. He took the hint & continued. “Get your ass in the passenger seat.” It clicked, still you didn’t like it. 

“This is my car!” You protested, throwing your hands up in the air, unsure of why, because all attempts to argue with him would be fruitless. 

“I’m not gonna let you drive me around, I’m a grown ass man.” He paused, nudging his head to the side. “Get moving.” 

“You clearly fucked up your truck, how do you know I want you behind the wheel of mine.” You continued to argue just for the sake of arguing. You didn’t even want to drive, not really. You'd much prefer to nap on the way.

“I didn’t, smartass, it has an oil leak.” He huffed, looking at you expectantly and unmoving. His hand rested on the roof of the car with a thud.

“Sounds like a personal problem,” you retorted with a shrug, trying your best to bite back a laugh. If there was one thing you loved about Joel Miller, it was pushing his buttons. Nobody else was ever brave enough, and somebody had to keep the man humble. 

“Ya’ got five seconds.” His gaze didn’t tear away from yours, the man just continued to linger as stone-cold as a statue. Curiosity got the best of you, dared you to stay put. That was until he started counting down.

You rolled your eyes & shimmied towards the edge of the seat so you could hop down. Instead, you found Joel’s hand on your waist, helping guide you gently to the ground before he jumped into the seat himself. You were thankful the transition was fast, or else he would have seen the weird hitch in your throat that threatened to spill into a loud choke. Pollen, you blamed hoisting yourself up in the same manner, except this time on the passenger side. He looked over to make sure you’d buckled before reaching around against the back of your headrest, looking out of the windshield, & backing out of the driveway. The whole truck smelled of black coffee, pine, and Joel’s shampoo. You thought you might start choking again. Jesus, this was going to be a long drive.

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⟢ shanks

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home sweet home - multipart slowburn. mdni.

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⟢ ellie

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very high tension, slow burn joel miller age gap fic coming right up! see you all soon ;)

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⟢ jinx.

⟢ vi.

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⟢ jayce.

⟢ viktor.

⟢ mel.

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hi!! i realized i kind of abandoned this account for a little bit, my apologies, but i’ve been okay! my second semester started back so things got a little busy & i actually started talking to a guy i’d been friends with for awhile out of nowhere so he’s had the majority of my attention, which is why writing has slowed. and ALONG with all that my interest for mcyt has died way down, which only furthered this little writing inspo plummet. but i didn’t forget about you guys, and i miss it here. just gotta find some time & get out of my writer’s block.

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