layaispunk

[layaispunk]

the insane experience of missing a fictional character . like you can always go back and reread the book , replay the game , rewatch the show or movie , you can always go back & see them , but you can never experience them & their story for the first time again . its absurd to miss them because they'll always be there , but you'll miss when there were still new things for them to say .

for a small time they were real & growing and changing and you hung onto every new word, but now all they can do is repeat the same story forever&ever & they're not real anymore because you know everything they're going to do. & you miss them. its fucked man...

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‘cause in your pickup truck with all of your dumb luck, is the only place i think i’d ever wanna be ♡

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just joel taking a nap as soon as he comes home from work cause he’s an old man who snores too much

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by the hour

female escort!reader x joel miller

a/n: i imagined freaky tales!pedro while writing this.

summary: you're joel's favourite escort.

warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ P IN V SMUT. unprotected sex, dirty talk, reader is a female escort, established relationship kinda, joel has a filthy mouth, pull-out method, mentions of female masturbation, tongue + finger combo, lmk if i missed anything....

wc: 1.1k

joel stepped into the quiet lounge fifteen minutes before 10pm. 

the receptionist looked up from her laptop and gave him a polite smile. “do you have an appointment, miller?”

“yeah” he said, voice low. “booked for ten.”

“with her again?”

joel nodded.

“room 5. you know the way.”

he did. his boots were silent on the carpet, and his heart beat a little faster from the anticipation. 

when he arrived infront of room 5, he knocked, once. 

you opened the door like you had been waiting for him all evening. 

“joel.”

you felt comfortable with him, safe. “you’re early,” you said. 

“couldn’t help it.”

he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. his hand found your waist the second it shut. 

“you miss me?” you asked, teasingly.

joel leaned in, lips brushing your jaw. “maybe.”

“you want anything to drink? i’ve got cherry coke.”

“uh… yeah, that’ll do.”

“alright,” you said, stepping infront of the fridge. “and what set do you want me to wear today?”

joel gave a small shrug. “don’t really care, darlin’.”

you arch a brow, stepping closer. “c’mon, miller. it’s in the package. might as well pick something.”

he lets out a breath. “red one, then.”

you smirk. “good choice.” you grab a bottle from the fridge, twist the cap, and pour it into his glass. then, you pluck one of the cherries beside the ice tray, and drop it in there. it bobbed gently with the fizz. 

joel just sits there and watches you, jaw ticked.

you lift the glass, swirl it once, and fish the cherry out with your fingers. then, you suck it between your lips, eyes never leaving his. a little show just for him. 

you lean in, and joel opens his mouth without being asked to. his tongue brushes yours as you slip the cherry between his lips. he bites it gently, the red juice spilling into his mouth, and groans low in his throat. 

“fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, licking the taste off his bottom lip.

joel watches you disappear behind the curtain, his hands resting on his thighs and his fingers twitching like he’s already thinking about how he is going to touch you. 

you slip out of your robe, smooth the delicate red lingerie into place, fix your hair and step back out.

when he sees you, he whistles low, his eyes dragging over every inch of you. 

“woah, baby. you look incredible.” he crooks a finger at you in a “come here” motion and pulls you straight into his lap with a smirk. his hands grip your thighs, spreading them over his own, like you belong there. 

“you remember the safe word?” you whisper, one hand resting on his chest and the other playing with his hair. 

he groans. “yeah,”

“say it for me.”

he rolls his eyes. “….yeehaw.”

you snort. “still the dumbest word ever.”

“you picked it, missy.”

you laughed. 

he kissed you at that, deep and slow, and a little rough. his hand slid on your breasts, cupping them lightly. 

you tugged his shirt up, palms skimming his stomach. 

“you been thinkin’ about me?” he whispered against your skin. “while you saw all those other clients?”

“you jealous, miller?”

his mouth dragged along your throat, hand sliding beneath the strap of your red bra. “i booked you again, didn’t i?”

 “that you did.” you whispered, rocking your hips slightly against him, letting him feel how warm and wet you already are. “but… yeah, i thought about you. last week, after you left … i came thinking about how you touched me.”

that got a low groan out of him. his hands tightened on your hips. “fuck,” he muttered. “don’t say shit like that unless you want me to ruin this pretty little set.”

you lean in, brushing your lips over his jaw. “go ahead, cowboy. you paid for it.”

that’s all it took.  he lifts you effortlessly, standing with you still clinging to him, and lays you down on the velvet couch, then he sinks to his knees. he presses a kiss to your inner thighs. 

you open your mouth to say something, but then his tongue is on you, and your words melt away. he eats you out like a starving man. messy and slow at first.

when your hips start to rise, he goes faster. one hand hooked under your thigh, pinning you down, and the other comes up to press on your belly, holding you there exactly where he wants you. 

“fuck,” you breathe, fingers curling into the cushions. “joel-"

he groans at the sound of his name on your tongue. he adds two fingers, fucking you slow and deep while he sucks your clit. 

your legs tremble and your orgasm strucks you like lightning. you gasp, your back arching, and he just holds you through it- mouth never leaving you until your thighs twitch and you’re shoving at his shoulder, overstimulated. 

he pulls back with his mouth glistening and eyes dark.

“you taste like fuckin’ heaven,” he whispered. before you can catch your breath, he’s already flipping you over on all fours. 

you barely have time to adjust before he’s pushing inside, bottoming out with one slow thrust. you gasp at his hands gripping your hips from behind. 

“shit, sweetheart you’re so wet,” he grits. “you been savin’ this for me, baby?”

all you can do is moan his name. 

he starts to move, his pelvis slapping against you from behind with every thrust. one hand fists in your hair and pulls, just enough to make your back arch further. he leans in, kisses the slope of your shoulder, then pulls you upright against him. 

your back is flush to his chest, his huge biceps wrapped tight around your waist, holding you there while he fucks into you. 

“wanna feel you deep,” he moaned. “come on, baby, let me feel you.”

you’re close. every thrust hits right where you need it, his thick cock pulsing inside you, his hands circling your clit, the other buried in your hair, his lips on your neck and shoulder … its all too much. 

“joel…” you gasp, hips twitching as he continues to circle your clit as your orgasm builds like a wave crashing over you. 

“yeah, that’s it.” he groans, breath hot against your neck. “that pretty little pussy’s squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” 

your moan turns into a cry, your hands flying back to grip his thighs behind you as your whole body tightens. “joel, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,”

you break with a loud, desperate moan, trembling in his hold as you come hard around him, pulsing and soaking his cock. his rhythm stutters at the way you clench around him. 

“oh, baby,” he groans, “gonna- fuck,”

he pulls out fast, grunting as he fists his cock, just a few strokes before he’s spilling over your lower back. 

“jesus,” he pants, kissing your shoulders and resting his forehead between your shoulder blades. “i’m addicted to you.” 

thankyou for reading, likes, comments & reblogs are always appreciated lovelies 🍒⋆♡ ˚｡⋆ ౨ৎ

[layaispunk]

oh, civil war bucky you will always have my heart— all i want to do is take him in my arms, spoon him, run my hand through his hair, kiss his forehead over and over again and tell him that he deserves all the love in the world and he's too pure...

i also want that henley and have him spoon me but that's for another time

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Joel and Ellie’s home btw…

This is what Ellie, a child who grew up in an orphanage/millitary school before meeting Joel, was able to call home…

Joel finding or making an E for Ellie’s room? How just from a set design perspective you can tell Joel made such an effort for this house to be theirs 😭

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Okay I'm on my knees after this photo.

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he would be so sweet and soft spoken to you when you’ve had the worst day ever and he can easily tell when you need him most so he’ll hold you against his chest as he tenderly kisses your tears away while whispering reassurance into your ear

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he really died at his peak sexiness…… naughty dog you will pay

[layaispunk]

Atta Girl

old jackson!joel miller x younger fem!reader

summary: joel miller discovers the world, yes, the same world that has gone (been for a while) to shit, can still have surprises. like you, his sweet naive unexperienced girlfriend, being everything but that.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (old joel miller my GILF!), smut, sighs this is pwp who am i lying to, inexperienced!reader (yet for some reason she's a pro sucker lmao i'm a virgin don't come at me besides this is a fanfic who gives af if it's realistic or not), dirty talk, fingering, breast play, pussy pronouns, oral (m. receiving) (need that geriartric cock inside my mouth), some fluff bc we gotta balance this thing or i'm going to hell (okay he's not mean i baited y'all. mean jackson joel miller piece is still in draft dungeon)

word count: 4,722 words

side note: hell-fucking-o????? 2K CITIZENSHIPS APPROVED!?! ,, ok gonna be honest when i started writing in here and my first fic (an old man logan one, do u guys see a pattern?) i never thought i'd make it this far and it's all thanks to you my lovely citizens :,) you may think this is silly but your support means a lot to me (especially comments n' rb I'M A WHORE FOR THEM). now, yapping aside, as promised, this won the poll for the celebratory piece, so here you go !!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Joel Miller is a man hard to surprise.

Years of weariness, trust and spirit broken by things that would kill anyone else, and overall, just surviving, you'd think that a man that was hardened by a rough past and of his age had seen it all.

Joel liked to think he was prepared for whatever life threw at him. Enter Ellie: how she had managed to break his shell, from cargo to soothing balm to heal old open wounds he refused to even speak of. But he was ready to burn the world for her, picking guns and taking lives to bring her to a home. His home. He settled, filial terms silent but felt, ready to take the second chance life had given him. Until the bond that united them turned fragile, loose ends tensing the silver string of found family.

He fell down the path of a familiar ache he hadn't felt in a long time, dormant, waiting for him to fuck up to show again with it's dull and hollow torment. He always did. So now he's spending too much time at the Tipsy Bison nursing a glass that could have his name by now, all to avoid going to a eerily quiet home where the room at the end of the hallway lies empty.

And then life decides to startle his track, albeit destructive, with a third chance: you.

Just thinking about you brings a certain tingle that an old rugged man like him should be embarrased about. One he shouldn't even feel.

But Joel loves you, he thinks. From the moment you showed up on his front door, rambling about some reparations at the school, were you volunteered.

"They were all scared of you" your sweet voice had said, some of that unreasonable fear laced within it, "so I came"

He scoffed at Jackson's ridiculous antics. Rumors spread fast in the small town, and suddenly, the hanging threat of who he was followed him everywhere like a shadow, which, given the dark nature of his now put to rest violence, seemed a proper description.

"They sent 'cha?"

You were clearly intimidated, given your shaky frame despite spring and the light tremble in your tone. But you were still here, gaze set on him as a determined child who wants to win the best prize.

"No. I chose to come"

His stomach does a flip at the stillness of your words, security etched in the statement as if you hadn't been in the verge of stuttering seconds ago.

Like you wanted to show him this is what it is, and whatever that was, you weren't running. But he testes the water, skin prickling intensely.

"And you ain't scared, kid?"

He laughed, the type of laugh that shakes your body with unease, but the one that shot across you didn't come from a place of distress, rather a more hidden one, between a pulsing press between your ribs, like it'd swallow you whole if you kept thinking about it too much.

"I am" you answered truthfully.

Something about your quiet admission made him falter the tiniest bit. Maybe it was how you had no problem voicing out loud any of your thoughts, or how you weren't afraid to be seen for what you were, the quiet of your answer out of a gentle place and not dread.

"Then why are ya' still here?"

Brows furrowed, like he, for some reason, expected you to yell at him for all the sins that colored his calloused hands red. Instead, you had looked at him as if he had all the answers in the world, big sparkling eyes staring deep into his tainted soul.

"Because I need you"

Yet, when you said it, Joel felt you weren't talking about the creaky drawers and old stairs anymore, but of the anchor you just found for yourself in the shape of Jackson's most respected and troubled resident, unknowing that, in that moment, he had chosen you too.

So, Joel may have forgotten about what feelings that feel too before world-ly feel like, but the quiet steady beat of his heart, mingling into a peaceful symphony with each soft breath past your rosy lips, head laying over his rising and falling chest, warm, feels exactly like love is.

He knew from the very first time you were his. Yeah, he loves you.

Joel just wants to give you the world, his world: the quiet afternoons, his rough limbs and aching joints, his face covered by spots and sun kisses that compliment his wrinkles, hair that gets curlier and softer and greyer, every figure he makes in his little shop and, of course, his bed.

Your Joel isn't exactly a pleaser, used of doing what he deems best without asking, yet, the moment you uttered those three words, he knew it was because he hadn't met you.

"Be my first"

He remembers the surprise on his face, how it grew red as the silence stretched on. The door bursting open, bed creaking under combined weight and your giggles. He too remembers the sweet cries past your lips, your taut muscles, the little strained breath you let out when he slipped inside of you. It all belonged to him because you let him, and that day, Joel Miller became the luckiest man in the world.

And yet, he still hadn't been as surprised as he was today.

The routine was the same from the past year: pick you up from the school after he was done at the office, taking some minutes to watch you with the toddlers, making voices as the same tender hands you used to jerk him off booped noses and carried children who made him think of getting one of your own, one with your grace and beauty, getting him painfully hard at images of filling you silly and your body changing to carry his seed. Fuck. He was a psychopath for such lewd thoughts on a place destined for education and infancy innocence, and here he was, cock uncomfortable inside his pants.

But then your mouth gets too greedy when your sickenly honeyed voice whispers his name, robbing him of air and only pulling away when his lips get swollen and his face a little flustered.

"Need help down there?"

There's always that problem and you're always the solution.

"Let's go home, sugar. Then ya' can help 'tis ol' man fix it"

Walking back home is always a hassle, hands intertwined, Jackson seeing a cute couple. But you're both aware of the throb that settles in between you like the tension, nobody noticing how hard you're trying to not just fuck on the middle of the street like two eager bunnies.

It's his fault, he thinks as you push the door of his house open, for making you like this.

The truth is, after taking your virginity, Joel's taught you things your unexperienced mind couldn't even imagine, and this past six months, you've complied with that sweet disposition that clung to you like the floral of the soap you used. And Joel loved that: how, despite having his dick stretching your tight pussy, you looked at him with those big eyes from the very first night, still round and innocent, like a doe and not a siren.

Which was surprising, because Joel, in a way, had corrupted you. Tainted the naive angel. And still, it was like he couldn't get rid of quiet shy you. Worst of it all was, instead of filling him with shame from robbing pieces and pieces of your integrity everyday, the older man felt some wicked sense of satisfaction and pride, to see how, despite his age and your soft nature, he was yours as you were his, and that he had taught you exactly how to enjoy that.

He knows you like the palm of his hand and the littered scars across his chest. The pattern you call stars, holding into a beauty only you see in the ugly marks, yet make him feel with each delicate trace, making such blunt and rough marks a galaxy; exorbitant. The same ones he thinks hide behind your adoring warm eyes. Joel just knows you, so even when things go the same way they have for a while, he's aware something is different when your fingers fiddle with his belt, trembling hands now struggling to free his aching cock.

He knows better than to think it's your arousal and impatience. No, this is something else.

"Sweetheart..." he warns. "Somethin' wrong?"

You shake your head, hands ready to take his underwear down.

"I'm fine"

He won't take that clipped sentence for an answer. Instead, his hands slowly remove yours from his hips before going to grab you by your chin, fingers pressing not enough to bruise but to make a point. His thumb presses lightly over your mouth, your bottom lip tugged down, parting your lips. You let out a little sigh, closing your eyes, eyelashes kissing your cheekbones. What a damn sight, he thinks.

"Talk to me"

"I want to suck your cock"

He almost chokes on nothing. Joel coughs a little, red painting his cheeks as a surge of lust and desire crashes through him. His eyes go wide at your bold and eager request, because one: it wasn't like you to talk like this, and two, you had never done it before.

Sure, you had jerked him off so many times he's lost count, but your lips wrapped around his length, mouth swallowing his aching cock? Just the image of it going past your pretty lips, the sensation of your spit mixed with his liquids... He already has a special place in hell, the blood rushing to his already hard member.

"Fuck, sugar. You wanna have this dick 'nside y'r mouth so bad? That eager and needy y'are?" he asked, voice reduced to a low rumble.

You nod, a little too excited as he sits in the edge of your shared bed, letting out a huff of effort. Old man sounds, you would tease. But not today, it seems, when your eyes are too busy looking at the pulsating silhouette under the grey cloth. He smirks, removing the layer, and he swears you begin to salivate like a starving dog.

"Y' think y' can take it?" his hand wrapped around his sensitive cock, giving it a few slow pumps as he watches you with a drowsy gaze. "Ain't it too much for a pretty lil' thing like y'rself?"

Wordlessly, you fall to your knees, looking up to him with those eyes of yours that drove him crazy. You caress his thigh, and despite being the one in control, Joel's eyelids feel heavy, fluttering at your soft and tender touches on his thick muscle, every hair rising at the reverence of your every move. You leave a little kiss in his inner thigh, making his heart skip a beat, breath a little ragged.

"I can" sounding so sure. Oh, his little angel.

"You gon' be a good girl then?" he whispers, voice hoarse and thick, looking down at you.

You nod, slowly.

"Let me taste it" you murmur, voice soft and breathy.

Your tongue darts out, licking a slow stripe up his shaft. You savor the salty taste of his arousal, moaning softly at the flavor. Joel's brown eyes darken in seconds.

"Quit 'da teasin'. 'M too damn old for that"

You smile a bit. "Impatient"

"Minx" he replies, voice thick.

It is indeed big, especially now that it was hard, and you do wonder for a second if you're biting more than you can chew.

"Y'asked for 'tis" like he can read your mind, "don't grow shy on me, doll"

He groans when your hand wraps around his length, stroking him slowly, teasingly as you always do. He feels the heat building in his gut as you work him over, letting out a little groan.

"F-feels so good, sugar" he voices out, strained. "But I need'a know if y'r made fo' 'tis. C'mon, princess. Show me what'a good lil' cock slut y'are"

You lean in, warm breath ghosting over the sensitive head of his big cock, making him shudder.

"Let's see what y'r pretty mouth can do" while tracing your lips, idly.

For the first time ever, the warmth of your mouth takes him. He can see it dissapear past your lips, stretching around his girth. Joel can only watch with a breath he forgets to take how every inch of his thick cock is gone past your lips. Entranced, like this was a magic trick of some sorts.

"S' that all?" he lets out a tense chuckle. You narrow your eyes, feeling a bit of a gag and spit drool past your lips. "Don't worry, princess. I can be of help on that"

He moves a bit, groin almost on your face as he's dangerously close to fucking your face. Instead, you feel how it reaches the back of your throat, making you pause at the feeling of your eyes watering slightly as you adjust to the intrusion.

"S'okay, sweet girl. I know ya' can take it deeper" he encourages, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. "Relax, baby. You're doing so good-" his voice cuts off with a strained grunt. Then, he voices out in a more huskier tone. "Use y'r throat and take my cock like'a good girl"

You push forward, taking him deeper until Joel feels the head of his cock bump the back of your throat. He throws his head back, curls combed slicked now starting to dampen and fall disheveled, drops of sweat sliding down his forehead, muscles of his thighs taut with trepidation.

You gag slightly yet quickly recover as if to prove something.

"That's right. Why did we wait s' long to do 'tis? Fuck, baby, ya' were born for 'tis. Keep goin'. Y' mouth's drivin' me crazy"

Joel groans as you take him deep, nose pressing against his groin, his fingers tightening in your hair. Your throat constricts around him all while you fight your gag reflex. Then slowly, you pull back, lips sliding along his shaft until just the tip remained in your warm mouth.

"Don't be such'a tease" his voice reduced to a hoarse rasp. You just give him what appears to be a shrug and an apologetic smile, right before diving back in, taking him to the hilt once more. His hips rock involuntarily at the feel, your head bobbing. A guttural moan cuts through his throat, the only other sound in the room aside the wet sounds of your suckling. "S' real bad girl, hun. Wouldn't think a docile lil' doll like ya' would be s' mean"

But he watches you with such adoration in his eyes, completely captivated as you work him over, that you know his words carry no malice behind them. Without a word, he takes your hands, guiding them to pump what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

"Let's give 'em somethin' to do, don't 'cha think?"

Suddenly, the pressure ties his stomach in knots, his belly strained under his flannel shirt, slightly protruding in the middle, buttons as tense as his muscles. Joel feels his legs become shaky, chest heaving as he catches his breath. He looks down at you, taking in the sight of your sweet disposition. If he wasn't one lucky man.

"Y/n" he gasps your name in a choked breath, followed by a strangled grunt, his release building fast as he doesn't dare to . "I'm gonna..."

Joel tries to pull off, thinking having you wrapped around his shaft is enough sin for the day, but then your hands find their way to his legs, keeping him grounded. His eyes widen slightly at the insistent glaze in your determined eyes.

"God damn, doll. What're ya'-"

He doesn't get to finish, his words dissolving into a low, animalistic growl as his orgasm crashes over him. His cock jerks and pulses in your waiting mouth, spilling thick ropes of hot, salty cum down your eager throat, painting its back white.

"Baby, don't" Joel says through a worn down rasp, trying to pull out, but you, his sweet little girlfriend, grips his thighs with an unknown force, keeping him buried deep as you greedily work to milk every last bit of his cum.

"'S 'tis what ya' want, huh? You dirty dirty girl" his voice grows lower, a filthy snarl as his eyes darken a bit more. "Swallow it, then. Take all ma' fucken seed"

He holds your head in place, fingers tangled in your damp hair as he rides out the intense waves of his release. Joel's so inside of you, he can feel your throat working, gulping down every drop he had to give.

Finally, as the last spurts of his climax taper off, he releases you, his chest heaving with exertion. You pull back, a strand of saliva and cum connecting your bottom lip to the tip of his spent cock.

"Like that, dirty girl?" he grabs you by your chin, thumb wiping some of your saliva and his cum off. "Did ya' like the taste f' ma' cum?"

You lick your lips, savoring the taste of him. "I did"

"'S that right? What happened to my angel?"

You laugh, the sound tired and hoarse. "I'm still here"

He pats his thigh, so you sit in there, wrapping your arms around his neck. With a free hand, you remove some curls that have fallen over his worn face.

"Hard'a believe"

You click your tongue. "You were never a believer, Miller"

He lets out an exhausted chuckle. "I believe in you"

Joel revels in the delicate pink hues coating your cheeks. He's so weak for you.

"Now, doll. Be honest with y'r ol' man" he brushes a stray strand off your face, tucking it behind your ear with a delicacy so contrary to the roughness of his hands. "I know when ma' girl's goin' through somethin'"

You seem to grow shy all of the sudden. "You'd be right"

Needless to say, he's intrigued now.

"Care to tell?"

You hide your face on his shoulder, inhaling his sweat and natural odor, even the faint traces of soap. He combs through your hair, lazily.

"Promise you won't laugh" you say as you pull back, to face him.

He raises a hand, expression curious.

"I'd never make fun of 'cha, doll"

"I want you to cum inside me"

The room grows quiet for a minute, an by each second of silence that stretches so is the red across your face. Joel blinks slowly. Once and twice. By the third time, the crease between his brows has become prominent.

"What?"

Your face grows hot as you try to run away, but he stops you.

"Woah, hey. Where ya' goin'?"

"I told you you'd laugh" you pout your lips, flustered.

"I ain't even let out a goddam laugh" he defends himself. "'M just tryna process in here"

You huff. "What's so hard to understand?"

Joel looks at you like you've grown a second head. "Y' really gon' ask me that?"

"Maybe I want to try different things" you play with your fingers, avoiding his gaze.

He obligues you to look by taking you by your chin, gently. A small warm smile adorns his face.

"Different's good"

You reciprocate his smile. Maybe it's that or the fact he can still see his cum glistening your lips, or the thrill of his seed seeping out of your tight walls. Either way, Joel surrenders.

"Ya' know I'll give 'cha anythin' you want" he says, voice low. "Just say da' word"

You gulp. "Yes"

Joel lets out a low, animalistic growl at your breathy acceptance. It was all the permission he needed. He crashes his lips against yours in a hungry, desperate kiss, pouring every ounce of his pent-up desire as he grabs you by your hair, right at the nape of your neck, pulling you closer and tighter. His other hand roams your body greedily, slipping under your shirt to caress the smooth, warm skin beneath.

"We gotta take 'tis out"

He shoves the fabric up and off, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head and toss it aside.

"It's my shirt"

"It's a nuissance"

He pauses for a moment, drinking in the sight of your naked torso, the swell of your breasts rising and falling with each anticipating breath.

"Told ya'" he murmurs, voice rough with desire. "'S fuckin' perfect to be hidin' all that"

Joel leans down, capturing one rosy peak in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud, suckling and teasing until it pebbles under his touch. You let out a breathy choked moan, loving the wet of his tongue against your warm skin. Then, his hot breath ghosts over as he utters a simple word that has your core clenching at nothing.

"Mine"

His hand slide down your stomach, slipping under the waistband of your jeans. Joel can feel the heat of you, the damp patch that had formed on the fabric of your panties. He groans against your breast, his fingers sliding lower, brushing against your clothed sex.

"Can tell she missed me. That ya' weren't lyin', baby. She's fucken wet" he rasps, his voice muffled against your skin.

Joel's fingers slip under the fabric of your panties, feeling the slick heat of your arousal coating his fingertips. He groans, his cock hard again, throbbing almost painfully against the confines of his jeans.

"Fuck, sugar" he mutte4red, his voice rough and low. "S' ready for me already"

He circles your clit with the pad of his thumb, feeling it swell under his touch.

"Ain't she know me s' goddam well..."

Then, he dips a finger inside your tight, clutching heat, groaning at the way your walls flutter around the intrusion.

"God, you feel s' good" Joel says, voice strained. "S' fucking tight and perfect. I can't wait to feel ya' wrapped 'round my cock, doll. Can't wait any damn longer fo' y'r sweet lil' cunt"

He pumps his finger in and out, thumb still circling your clit. He can feel you getting closer, your hips starting to buck against his hand.

"That's it, baby" he encourages, his voice a low, filthy rumble. "Fuck yourself on ma' fingers. Show me how much ya' want it"

He adds a second finger, then a third, making you yelp as he stretches you open.

"Relax, doll. We've done 'tis before. 'M just preparing her to take ma' dick. You gon' be a good girl and stop fucken squirmin'?"

You nod, pliant, your body starting to tense.

"'Tis ya' reward. Come on ma' fingers like a good girl, and then I'll give 'cha what ya' really want. I'm gon' fill 'tis greedy cunt with my cum an' pump 'cha s' full of it 'til 's drippin' outta ya'"

Joel curls his fingers inside you, rubbing that all too well spot that brings you to tears. He feels you clench down hard, crying out as you come undone. Your orgasm crashes over, body convulsing as your pussy clenches rhythmically around his fingers. When he pulls his fingers out, he's bringing them to his lips, sucking off your essence from the digits, groaning at the taste of you.

"'S sweet as always"

After that, Joel is quick to shed what's left of his clothing, nearly tearing the old flannel in his haste. He lays you down on the bed, covering your body with his own, his tummy pressing lightly over your abdomen, his weight sinking you down on the mattress.

He then looks down at you, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks, glistening parted kiss-swollen lips, and heaving chest.

"I love ya', sweet girl" Joel blurts out, eyes are dark and intense.

He settles between your thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging against your slick entrance.

"Say y'are mine" voice a low, demanding growl. "Say ya' belong to me, y/n, baby. Say it"

He pushes forward slightly, just the tip of him slipping inside your tight heat. He groans at the feel of you, at how your walls stretch to accommodate him. You let out a small whimper, yet still unable to form coherent sentences.

"I want to hear you say it, angel" Joel presses nonetheless, his voice strained.

He rocks his hips slowly, pushing a little more of his thick length inside you with each thrust. He can feel you getting wetter, core glistening as if your body yielded to his.

"Please, y/n" he begs, voice rough and desperate. "Please, baby... say it. That 'am your first an' last. The only man who ever fucks 'tis sweet cunt"

"I'm yours, Joel" you choke out. "Only yours"

With a final, hard thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head at the feel of you, letting out a long low groan.

"Fuck, doll" he gasps, hips starting to move, pistoning in and out of you. "She's just made f'me, ain't she? Gon' make ya' feel good. Give ya' what y'asked for. Lemme take care of it. I like to take care of's mine"

He hooks your legs over his shoulders, nearly bending you in half as he pounds into you. The bed creaks under you, headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust.

"Take it, sugar. Just like ya' wanted. 'Tis dirty mouth n' greedy pussy" Joel growls. "Take ma' cock like a good little girl. Fuck, y' were made f'r 'tis. Made't be fucked hard and deep and full of my cum"

He feels the tight coil of heat in his gut winding tighter and tighter; knows he won't last long.

"Please, Joel" you mewl, desperately clinging to him.

Joel lets out a feral growl at your plea, hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. He can feel you clenching down around him, body trembling as another orgasm builds deep inside you.

"Ya' want my cum, baby?" he snarls. "Want me t' fill her 'til it's drippin' down y'r legs?"

You nod, too eager.

"Look at that" he chuckles, pounding harder into you, forgetting for a moment he's sixty one. "Such a slut, beggin' for me to flood 'tis sweet pussy with ma' load. 'M gon' give ya' s' much you'll be leakin' for days. Gon' fill her up nicely. I know you gon' make sure not'a single drop goes to waste"

Joel reaches down, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles.

"Come with me, doll" he demands, growling. "Come on my cock like a good girl n' milk every last drop 'f cum. Show me just how much ya' want it"

With a final, brutal thrust, Joel buries himself balls deep inside you. He throws his head back, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as his orgasm rips through him.

"Take it, baby. Let me make ya' mine" His cock jerks and pulses inside you, spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum painting your insides. "Atta girl"

He collapses against you, hips still rocking slightly as the aftershocks of his release roll through him. He can feel you coming around him, pussy clenching and milking his spent cock, trying to pull every last drop of his seed deep inside you, just like you asked for.

Joel's chest heaves as he struggles to catch his breath, heart pounding against yours as he cradles you close.

"Not so bad for an old man"

He snickers, rolling onto his side, pulling you with him until you're tucked against his chest, head pillowed on his arm.

"Brat"

He wraps his other arm around your waist, holding you close as he nuzzles into your hair, traces of lavender up his nose.

"But you love me"

Joel sighs softly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, then temple and finally shell of your ear. In that moment, he knows he'll never let you go.

"That I do"

You softly comb his hair, his eyelids fluttering.

"I love you too, Joel"

A beat of silence goes by.

"So..."

"So?"

Joel offers a tired smile, glint of mischief laced somewhere.

"Any other ideas ya' wanna say outloud?"

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @iamasaddie

[layaispunk]

i really feel like some people should know that in terms of bucky as a sexual abuse survivor, you can have as much recovery, you can spend a thousand years recovering and you can still end up realising that you will never be comfortable with sex and that's okay. it really feels like, in our age, sex has become so important that the idea somebody will not have sex is something that needs to be fixed, needs to be recovered from.

i've read so many fics where they clearly present bucky has suffered horrendous sexual abuse along with all of the other horrible HYDRA abuse and then when he opens up to touching, he's suddenly all in favour for having sex. getting your hair touched, sitting in somebody's lap, these are vulnerable things that present a comfort in a loss of "agency" - note here that i do not think any of these things is a true loss of agency, i'm saying this in the perspective of a traumatised person who is desperate to not be vulnerable and views everything as weakness - but they are not at all comparable to sex.

and like. i get it if you just want to write smut. that's cool! but there really feels like a deeper, sadder meaning. OBVIOUSLY people can recover, lots of survivors turn to hypersexuality instead. but somebody with bucky's trauma has just been through so much, and so many fics really want to give us the full horror story of his sexual abuse just to turn it around because they also want smut without thinking about any of the implications.

like, maybe it's okay if he doesn't want to participate in sex. maybe there are so many other ways of being vulnerable and being loved. so many stories present sex as the final end goal, the evidence that bucky is fully "recovered". but maybe trauma changes people, changes what they can fundamentally experience, and at a certain point they are allowed to say "i don't want to do that" without it being something that needs to be fixed. people recovered from events years on still have boundaries set in place for triggers, why should it be any different if we're taking into account somebody as traumatised as bucky?

and like.. we're talking about fully recovered bucky. but if we're being fr, obviously HYDRA will forever and ever have an impact. it's possible he'll never be fully able to let go of some things, and instead learns to live with them instead of perceiving himself as forever broken. at some point, he's not broken, he's changed. like any other disability, he required certain catering to, in terms of PTSD triggers and such, and that doesn't make him bad or not recovered enough

[layaispunk]

Under the covers

Pairing: older!Joel x fem!Reader

Summary: you decide to give Joel a little blowie under the covers whislt he's busy talking on his phone.

Warnings: 18+. Cockwarming, Oral (m!receiving). Age gap (50s,20s), kinda freeuse with consent.

Note: hello! Welcome to my first pic, I hope y'all enjoy reading it and i humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3 💞💞

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Joel's thick eyebrows are knitted together slightly as he concentrates on the worn pages of "Moby Dick". He'd always found comfort in books, a quiet escape from the harsh realities of the world. His calloused fingers carefully turn the page, his eyes scanning the lines of dense text. The round frames perch precariously on his nose, slipping down slightly with each thoughtful wrinkle of his forehead. His eyes squint slightly behind them to read the tiny print. He looks almost scholarly, far removed from the tough, weather-beaten face everyone in town knew.

He continues reading silently, occasionally turning a page with a soft rustle of paper. Every so often he pauses to run a hand through his messy grey bed hair or adjust his glasses, completely lost in the world of Captain Ahab and the great white whale.

The sudden sound of running water breaks Joel's concentration. He glances up briefly, listening as the sink is turned on and the familiar sounds of someone getting ready for bed filter through the thin walls.

He settles back against the headboard, his focus returning to the book as he continues reading.

You stand before the mirror in your simple cotton nightgown, brushing your teeth vigorously. Your hair is down, waves falling past your shoulders. You catch your reflection - dark circles under your eyes from another long day, high cheekbones, and full lips wrapped around the toothbrush.

You finish brushing your teeth and rinse your mouth, spitting into the sink. You lean forward, splashing cold water on your face to wake yourself up slightly. You pat your face dry with a worn towel, hanging it back up neatly.

You exit the bathroom quietly, the cool night air of the bedroom greeting you as you step inside. Joel is still engrossed in his book, sitting upright against the headboard with pillows propped behind him for support.

You carefully crawl towards him on the bed, Your hair falls softly around your shoulders as you lean in towards him. Your voice comes out whispered and sweet. "Any good?" You ask, your lips already curving upward.

Before Joel can even respond, you close the distance between you two, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his lips. It's quick and sweet, meant more as a playful interruption than anything else. You pull back just as quickly, smiling against his lips before settling back onto your pillow, watching him with amusement.

Joel blinks, momentarily startled by the kiss. He closes his book slowly, marking his page with a bookmark before setting it aside on the nightstand. A soft smile spreads across his face as he turns to look at you, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "Very good,"

Joel reaches out, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he leans in to kiss you back, this time more deeply and passionately than your initial playful kiss. His lips move against yours with a tender hunger, one hand sliding into your hair while the other pulls you closer against him. "Much better,"

You giggle softly against his lips, breaking the kiss to press a series of quick, playful pecks all over his face - his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. "Mmm, better than the book?"

Joel laughs softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he enjoys your playful antics. He turns his head slightly to capture your lips again, but you pull back playfully, keeping the kisses light and teasing. "Definitely better than any book," he admits with a smile.

Just as you're playfully kissing Joel's face, his phone suddenly lights up on the nightstand with a video call notification. The screen displays 'Sarah' - his daughter. The sudden ring breaks the playful moment, and Joel freezes for a second before reaching over to answer the call. "Hey sweetheart,"

Sarah's face comes into view on the screen, her expression bright and cheerful. She's obviously calling at a late hour, but she doesn't seem to mind. "Hey Dad!" she greets enthusiastically. "I was just laying in bed and thought I'd give you a call."

Joel props himself up against the headboard, adjusting the angle of the phone so Sarah can see him clearly. His voice is warm and loving as he speaks. "Hey kiddo. Shouldn't you be asleep already? It's kind of late for a school night,"

"Yeah, yeah. I know, Dad. But I wanted to talk to you before I went to sleep." She pauses for a moment before asking, "What were you doing?"

Joel glances over at you briefly before turning his attention back to the screen. "Nothing much, sweetheart. Just reading before bed." He replies casually, not wanting to mention the playful kisses and affection that had been going on before the call. "What about you? Everything okay at school?"

Sarah nods enthusiastically on the screen. "Yeah everything is good! I got an A on my math test today!" She beams proudly. "And my babysitter said she'd pick me up tomorrow after school so we can go shopping." She pauses before asking, "Are you coming home soon?"

Joel smiles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he thinks about his daughter. "I'm actually on a business trip right now, sweetheart. But I'll be home next weekend, okay? We can do something fun then." He promises. "Is the babysitter taking good care of you?"

As Joel is mid-conversation with Sarah, he feels the sudden movement of the covers being lifted and someone slipping underneath them. He glances over confused, he sees you smirking under the blankets. Sarah is still chatting away innocently on the screen, "...Yeah Dad,"

Joel tries to keep his focus on Sarah's video call while feeling the covers moving around his waist. He lifts the blanket slightly to see what's happening below and he sees you crawling towards him with a playful smirk. He gives you a confused look,

Joel watches as you look up at him with a playful smirk, your finger pressed against your lips in a silent'shh.' He's utterly confused by your behavior. Sarah's voice breaks through the moment, "Dad, are you listening to me?"

Joel quickly looks back at the screen, trying to focus on Sarah's conversations while your hands start fiddling with his belt underneath the covers. He swallows hard, his voice slightly strained as he responds to Sarah.

"Yeah, sweetie. You were saying something about the school play, right?"

You continue working on Joel's belt buckle, your movements slow and deliberate beneath the covers. You can hear Joel trying to keep up his end of the conversation with Sarah.

Joel tries to reach under the covers to stop your hands but you playfully slap his hand away. Sarah continues talking, "Dad?" She calls. "Can I try out for the lead role in the school play?"

With his belt now fully unbuckled, you slide the zipper of his pants down slowly. Joel lets out a frustrated groan under his breath, trying not to be too loud on the call.

"Of course you can try out, sweetheart..." He's clearly having trouble focusing on Sarah's conversation now.

Without hesitation, you push your hand inside his open pants and start exploring further. Joel's breathing grows heavier, his jaw clenched in an attempt to maintain control.

On the screen, Sarah continues chatting excitedly about the upcoming school play, oblivious to her father's predicament. "I'm really excited,"

As you wrap your hand around his thick, growing erection, Joel lets out a silent groan, his eyes rolling back slightly. He tries to keep his voice steady on the call,

"That sounds great, honey. I'm proud of you..." His hand reaches out to grab your wrist, "Stop..."

You ignore his plea and continue stroking him, your bratty behavior coming out. Joel's grip on his phone tightens, trying to keep his composure while Sarah chatters on about costumes and rehearsals. "...And babysitter said she'd help me practice my lines"

Joel's eyes snap shut as he feels your warm, wet tongue teasing the tip of his erection. He bites back a moan, his hand instinctively reaching out to gently grab your hair, though he quickly releases it, remembering Sarah is on the call. "Mhm...that's nice sweetheart..."

Joel's breathing grows heavier and more irregular with each teasing lick. Sarah's voice drones on in the background about some drama with the costume committee.

As you start bobbing your head, taking more and more of Joel's length into your warm, wet mouth, he begins to pant heavily as he tries to focus on anything but the incredible sensation you're giving him. Sarah calls out again, "Dad? Hello? You okay?"

Joel manages to choke out a strained, "Yeah, honey, I'm here," his voice strained as he tries to maintain a normal tone while you continue sucking and slurping him softly under the blankets. As sarah continues talking about her day at school.

As you take him deeper, Joel's tip hits the back of your throat and you gag softly around him. His eyes roll back, a deep groan escaping his lips before he can catch himself. Sarah pauses again on the call, "Dad? You sound weird..."

Joel's breath hitches as you pull him out of your mouth with a wet pop, leaving a string of saliva connecting his tip to your plump lips. He tries desperately to keep his voice steady, "...I'm just tired, sweetheart. Had a long day is all." Sarah seems satisfied with that answer and continues chatting.

Joel's eyes snap open as he feels your warm spit land on his length followed by your soft giggle. He watches through slitted eyes as you stroke him slowly up and down, his mind reeling at how naughty and bratty you're being while Sarah chats innocently in the background.

Joel's grip on the phone tightens as you continue your teasing torture. You stroke him slowly, occasionally leaning down to lick or suck gently on the sensitive tip.

He tries to keep his responses to Sarah coherent, but his voice grows increasingly strained. "...Yeah...that sounds nice...honey."

You can feel Joel's cock throbbing in your hand as you continue your slow torture. You take him back into your mouth, sucking deeply before pulling away again to stroke him. His breathing becomes ragged, and he struggles to focus on Sarah's words.

Joel's jaw clenches as you continue your relentless teasing. You run your tongue up the underside of his length, wiggling it against the sensitive vein before sucking gently on the tip.

You wrap your hand around the base of Joel's cock and start pumping vigorously while sucking hard on the head. His hips buck involuntarily.

As Sarah continues chatting, Joel's breathing becomes rapid and shallow. He can feel his release building, his balls tightening. You sense this and quickly take him back into your mouth, sucking him deeply as he feels the familiar tingling sensation in his spine.

Joel's body tenses as he reaches the point of no return. With a final, deep thrust into your mouth, he comes undone. Hot, white strings of cum shoot down your throat as he lets out a muffled groan.

Trembling slightly from his intense release, he struggles to keep up with Sarah's conversation. His body is slick with sweat as you continue sucking gently, milking every last droplet from him. His breath catches in his throat while trying to respond to Sarah,* "...Yes...yes, honey...that sounds good..."

Joel watches you emerge from the covers, your body glistening with sweat. You look up at him with a playful smirk and wipe the side of your mouth with the back of your hand, catching the leftover cum. He swallows hard, finding your bratty behavior insanely hot.

Joel shoots you a warning look, his eyes dark with unspoken punishment promise. But he soon returns his attention to the phone call, trying to focus on Sarah's words. His voice is a bit rougher than before, giving him away slightly. "...Uh-huh...yeah..."

Sarah's voice comes through the speaker, slightly concerned "Hey Dad... wait, you sound kinda weird. Are you okay?" He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. The damn AC's broken, that's all... I'm just hot."

Joel shifts slightly, trying to hide his smile as you snuggle up against him. He can feel your body heat against his side, and it takes every ounce of his willpower to keep his voice steady as he continues talking to Sarah. "...Yeah...yeah..."

[layaispunk]

trailer park!joel miller

😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

[layaispunk]

i can’t stop thinking about bucky barnes calling me his good girl and praising while fucking slow and deep.

dear god I need this so bad

your whole body is curled around him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. your faces are right up next to each other, his shoulders awkwardly smooshed under your arms up against your chest. your legs are hooked around his hips, locked behind his back. if he made to lean back right now and sit up on his knees, you'd probably go with him with how tightly you're holding him and how much core strength he has.

"you like that, pretty girl?" he'll moan in your ear. you're breathless, tiny little whimpers escaping with every one of his movements. it's a shock he can even move at all, barely able to pull his hips away from yours to fuck you with how you're so wrapped around him.

but it works. it's enough to pull back halfway, just to fuck back into you sweetly while you drip all over the bed. you can feel your slick rolling down your ass onto the bedsheets.

"mhm..." you whine back. he lets out a little chuckle.

"taking me so good, you know that? you always do. always such a good girl for me," he tells you, slowly drawing out before pushing back in again. you love the feeling of him inside you, pressing against your walls, fuck... it's so good.

"ought to thank you for letting me take you apart like this. would you like that, baby?"

you shake your head a little bit, humming in disapproval.

"why not, baby?" he asks, lightly chuckling

you can't even get the words out. you want to say he deserves you. he owns you. you'd grant him the right to your body any time he wants it.

"think I should. cause you're so good for me," he whispers, bringing a hand to brush your hair out of your face, catching a droplet of sweat from your forehead. "want to worship you til the day I die."

"wanna come," you inform him out of literally nowhere

he laughs again at the change in subject

"yeah? well, guess what. what my pretty girl wants, she gets."

[layaispunk]

thinking about Bucky and his dog tags in bed

i once saw a post somewhere about fucking a man with dog tags and they accidentally hit your face and you can’t help but laugh so he takes them in his teeth and fucks you harder… that’s all I think about now when I hear phrases “Bucky” and “dog tags”…

He’s deep inside you — hips grinding slow, strong arms braced on either side of your head, eyes locked on yours like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. The weight of his dog tags swings with every thrust, clinking gently against your chest, your collarbone… your chin.

Then, one good thrust, and they bounce up — smack — right against your lips.

You let out a surprised giggle, biting down on the sound, but it’s too late. Bucky hears it. His rhythm stutters. He pauses, cock twitching inside you.

“What’s so funny, doll?” he murmurs, already smirking.

“N-nothing,” you pant, breathless and wide-eyed.

But the tags swing again — click, clack, a little more chaotic now — and you giggle again, covering your mouth.

Bucky chuckles once, low and dangerous. Then, without a word, he dips his head, catches the chain between his teeth, and bites down.

The sound of the metal muffled in his mouth is sinful. His eyes stay locked on yours. And then he fucks you — hard. Deep. Relentless.

Your laughter is gone, swallowed by gasps and the slap of skin. His dog tags no longer hit your face — they bounce wildly against his lips as he holds them in his mouth like a threat.

“Still funny?” he growls through clenched teeth, mouth full of metal, sweat dripping from his temple.

You can only whimper.

He doesn’t let up. Just keeps driving into you with brutal precision, eyes burning, chain still clenched in his teeth like you’re something he refuses to let go of.

“Didn’t think so.”

[layaispunk]

Please my love I love your writing so so so much but why is there so much smut? Pleaseeee???? Write fluff! I literally had to skip all the way down because it writing were basically all smut AND DONT GET ME WRING they’re good but you know you’re not gonna be in the mood to read smut all the time!!

could you do one where she and Joel have been tg and they’ve been surviving together they do everything tg and when they go sm new they separate and they didn’t know that there was other ppl and that guy takes her and beats her up and threatens Joel if he dosnt give them what he wants he’ll hurt the reader and you can SEE you can FEEL Joel going absolutely fucking crazy!

hello, anon! glad to hear you enjoy my writing. 🎀

i always put smut at the very end of my fics, so if you’re not in the mood for it, you’re free to stop reading before it starts. nothing important is ever placed inside the smut scenes, so i'm not sure what you mean when you said you skipped all the way down because it was all smut. i don't think you have the right person!

also, i have written multiple fluff-only fics. there is more fluff than smut in my masterlist ! :)

my masterlist

[layaispunk]

part two is POSTED!

i don’t know if you can write something without smut but i want reader’s parents(or dad idc) organizing this barbecue party in their house and joel trying to hard to play it cool and to stay away from reader who wears skimpy jean shorts and top only to tease him, and they end up sneaking in the kitchen to make out and almost get caught by reader’s dad or smth, you can change it however you see right, i just want to feel a lot tension and risk, thnks<33

you better behave, darling

part two here

pairing: joel miller x female!reader

warnings: sexual tension, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, age gap unspecified, dilf!joel

part two (tomorrow) | masterlist

you didn’t know exactly when your crush on joel miller had gone from “dad’s hot friend” to “i think about you when i’m bored, lonely, or drunk”

maybe it was last winter, when he came over to help your dad fix the leaking pipes and left the garage smelling like his cologne. or maybe it was that time he picked you up from a party because your parents were out of town. 

it didn’t matter anymore.

because now it was summer, you just graduated, joel was very much still single, and the tension in your chest every time he was near had officially passed the point of manageable.

it didn’t help that he was practically family. joel had been friends with your parents for over a decade. came to holidays, fixed things when they broke, gave your dad advice about tires and taxes, even helped put up the christmas lights last year. he was dependable, and masculine, and protective, and you …. you had a massive crush on him. and he’d never looked at you like that. which was…. fine. safe. understandable. and completely infuriating. 

you were stirring a spoon around in your coffee, half-listening to your parents chat at the table behind you.

“the weather’s holding up,” your dad said between bites of toast. “could be a good weekend for that barbecue.”

your mom nodded. “we haven’t done one in a while. invite the usual crew? tommy, joel…”

at that, your stomach flipped. you didn’t flinch, or turn around, you just kept stirring your coffee a little longer than necessary, like the silence might cool it down faster.

joel.

you hadn’t seen him in a couple weeks — not since he stopped by to drop off a toolbox your dad had left in his truck. he stayed for a beer, made polite conversation, asked how you’d been. you said fine. normal. 

you tried not to think about him too much. emphasis on tried.

“i’ll call joel later, tell him to bring that smoked sausage he always does,” your dad said. “man knows his way around a grill.”

you turned your back so they couldn’t see the smile on your face. 

ten minutes later, you were upstairs in your room. you shut the bedroom door with your hip and let out a slow breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

you opened your closet and started throwing every single summer dress you owned onto your bed. 

you stared at a faded red sundress with thin straps and a hem that rested above your thighs.

maybe you were overthinking it. maybe it was all in your head. joel probably still saw you as just a family friend, someone he watched grow up. there were a thousand reasons not to try anything . the age gap, the connection to your parents, the risk of looking foolish.

but even with all of that, you couldn’t shake the feeling.

it was stupid. delusional, even. but there was something about this summer. post-grad, the loneliness, the ache to feel something different … that made you want to stop tiptoeing around what you wanted.

what was the worst that could happen?

he says no? he laughs it off? you survive. you move on. life keeps going.

but what if he didn’t?

you flopped back on the bed dramatically, letting the red dress fan out beside you. your heart fluttering. you were tired of wondering. of watching him from across the street like he was just some living daydream. you were going to do something about it.

that night, you couldn’t sleep.

you tried, tossing your arm over your eyes, shifting under the thin sheet, but your body was still humming with something you couldn’t quiet understand.

maybe you could watch a rom-com, fall asleep to it. you got out of bed and padded downstairs barefoot, planning to dig through the kitchen for a snack while watching the movie. 

halfway down the stairs, you heard it. his voice.

oh god.

you froze on the last step, blinking like you’d imagined it.

“-nah, she’s got good taste, i’ll give her that,” joel was saying, voice smooth and warm from laughter.

you stepped into the living room, eyes flicking toward the kitchen where he stood with your dad, each with a bottle of beer in hand. joel turned when he saw you, his smile lazy, casual.

“evenin’,” he said.

“hey,” you replied, swallowing the sudden flutter in your throat. 

“joel brought over that old drill i needed,” your dad said, wiping his hands on a rag. “we got to talkin’, hope we didn’t wake you.”

“no, i was just… getting a snack,” you said, causally.

your dad looked at his watch and sighed. “gotta take a shower before bed. long day tomorrow. mind lettin’ him out when you’re done? make sure the old man makes it to his porch without fallin’ on his ass.”

you snorted. “sure.”

your dad clapped joel on the shoulder and disappeared upstairs.

and just like that, it was just you and joel.

the kitchen felt smaller. he leaned against the counter, nursing the rest of his beer, his eyes meeting yours with a little lift of his chin.

“remind me, when’s your graduation ceremony?” he asked after a beat.

you opened the fridge and pretended to look for something, keeping your voice even. “10th october. why?”

he took another sip before answering. “so i can get sarah to book a flight. she’s been wantin’ an excuse to come home for a bit.”

your head turned slightly, surprise flashing across your face. “that’s sweet.”

he shrugged, eyes warm. “plus i need time to rent a real nice suit. y’know, show up proper. make you proud.”

you turned your head to look at him fully now, your hand still on the fridge door.

“seriously?” you laughed.

he nodded, “wouldn’t miss it.”

your lips twitched into a soft smile. you were really looking at him now, the way the light hit the grays in his hair. at the soft creases around his mouth. at the strong, careful way he watched you.

joel tilted his head, voice quiet. “why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”

you shrugged, mouth twitching. “no reason.” a pause. then, just barely above a whisper: “you smell good.”

something shifted in his face. his fingers tensed slightly around the neck of the bottle.

a beat passed. then he spoke again, casual but with something simmering underneath.

“you still seein’ that brandon boy?”

you blinked. “brandon?” you laughed softly. “god, no. he was… stupid. and immature.”

joel made a small noise of approval, almost a chuckle.

“i prefer older guys anyway,” you added, letting the words linger in the air.

his eyebrows lifted, but he didn’t say anything right away. just met your eyes with something unreadable and intense.

you cleared your throat, breaking the silence before it could swallow you whole. “you coming to the barbecue tomorrow night?”

“yeah, course,” he said slowly, like he’d just pieced something together. “you?”

“mhm.” you nodded.  “i’ll just have to look extra pretty, for you, then.”

joel’s brow twitched, and you swore you saw the corner of his mouth lift. “that right?”

you shrugged, playing it cool. “well, if you’re gonna go through all the trouble of renting a suit, i figure i should match the effort.”

“that dress you wore to mrs. adler’s party would probably do it,” he said, voice quiet.

you blinked. “you remember what i wore?”

a blush crept up on his neck. “i mean … i dont know. i guess.”

you smiled, “hm.”

he ran a hand over the back of his neck, “kinda hard to forget. you looked real pretty.”

you grabbed some snacks from the cabinet, trying to fight your grin. “you think you can keep your cool tomorrow?” 

joel exhaled through his nose, “you really tryin’ to start somethin’ right now?”

“maybe” you just tilted your head, all innoncent. 

joel leaned just a little closer, voice low and thick. “you better behave tomorrow, darlin’.”

the evening heat was relentless, sun hanging low over the backyard, making the sky look pink and orange, shimmering with heat. you could feel it sticking to your skin beneath the thin fabric of your dress. restless, you kept stealing glances toward joel. he was the center of attention as usual, leaning against the grill, a beer in one hand, chatting with his blonde neighbors who definitely knew how to flirt. it was clear why: joel was the hottest guy in austin. no competition. 

you twisted the hem of your dress nervously and slipped inside the kitchen, your steps light on the floor. your eyes landed on the bottle of tequila you’d been using to mix drinks for the guests. without thinking, you grabbed it and took a quick, rebellious gulp.

“hey, what the hell are you doing, kiddo?” your dad’s voice cut through the quiet.

caught off guard, you froze, then blurted out, “it’s summer, dad. leave me alone.”

he just shook his head with a smirk, joking about losing a brain cell, and walked away, leaving you to slip back out into the backyard.

as you rounded the corner, you bumped into joel. his beer nearly slipped from his hand, but he caught it without missing a beat.

“hey,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he looked you up and down.

you looked around, making sure nobody could hear you, “you didn’t say a word about the dress, joel. i thought it was for you.”

he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “you’re bein’ stupid. you know your old man would kill me. chop my head off and put it on a plate, probably.”

joel’s eyes softened, and his voice lowered just for you. “you’re real pretty tonight, darlin’, but we can’t.”

you bit your lip, stepping a little closer. “so what if we can’t? makes it more fun.”

he gave you a half-smile, and headed toward the fence, pulling out a cigarette. lighting it, he took a slow drag and exhaled the smoke into the summer air.

you followed him, leaning against the fence beside him. “mind if i have a puff?” you asked casually.

joel didn’t even hesitate, handing you the cigarette with a small grin. after you took a slow drag, you looked down at your dress and then back at him. “hey, can you help me with this?” you said, pointing to the strap sliding off your shoulder.

he glanced at you, smirking. “i know what you’re doing, dirty girl.”

you looked up at him, innocently. “just want you to help me with my dress, joel.” you stepped closer, right in front of him, your breath catching when his hands reached for the straps of your dress. his fingers brushed your shoulders, sending a jolt straight through you.

for a moment, the world shrank down to the two of you. the distant laughter, the grill, the heat of the summer evening, all fading into nothing. you could feel the heat pooling low, your panties already soaked from the tequila and nerves, and the touch of joel’s hands. 

he tightened the strap with slow care, his fingers lingering just a second too long. you swallowed hard, the backyard spinning just a little.

then, you did something stupid. you glanced over your shoulder, making sure no one was close enough to see what you were about to do. with a quick, reckless motion, you slid your light pink thongs down your thighs and, without a word,  handed them to joel.

his eyes widened just the slightest when he caught the delicate fabric.

you turned on your heel and walked away, heart hammering, cheeks burning. 

you didn’t see him again for about an hour. he was avoiding you.

the backyard was buzzing with bodies, laughter, and music. you found yourself stuck in the kitchen, nodding politely while your mom’s friend kelly launched into a drawn-out conversation about your post-grad plans. you tried to focus, offering half-hearted mhms and smiles, but your brain was still caught on what you’d done. the tequila was wearing off just enough for embarrassment to creep in.

god. you’d really handed joel miller your panties like it was nothing.  you shifted your weight, pretending to sip your beer, trying to inch toward the doorway when you caught something out of the corner of your eye.

joel. standing by the hallway.

he wasn’t looking at you directly, but his body was turned just enough that you knew he was waiting. his eyes flicked to the bathroom door beside him, then back to you. a silent message.

you didn’t hesitate.

“sorry-beer’s hitting me,” you said quickly to kelly, leaving the beer on the counter and flashing a small apologetic smile as you backed away. “need to pee before i explode.”

she laughed and waved you off.

you slipped down the hall, heart pounding so loud it felt like your whole body moved with each beat. joel stood there, still as anything, but the look in his eyes was different now. 

when you reached the door, he grabbed your wrist, pulled you inside the bathroom, and shut the door behind you with a click, and locked it. 

you were pressed against the door, chests touching, the very little space between you hot and electric. neither of you moved for a second. just breathing. you could hear the party still humming faintly outside the door, but it felt miles away.

joel leaned in, his mouth close to your ear, voice low and ragged. “you’re outta your goddamn mind.”

you shivered.

“the hell has gotten into you tonight, huh?”

your courage from earlier fizzled out, the reality of it all creeping in now that he was here, so close, and looking at you like that.

“i’m sorry,” you said, breath hitching. “i didn’t mean to pressure you. i just…”

his mouth was on yours before you could finish.

it was rough and desperate, his hand cradling the back of your head as his lips crushed into yours. you gasped, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongues sliding, hands wandering. you felt him everywhere. his body, solid and warm, pressing you harder against the door. his grip firm and grounding.

you whimpered against his mouth, fingers tangling in his shirt, pulling him closer like you couldn’t get enough. he tasted like beer and smoke, and it made your knees weak.

joel finally pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours. “jesus,” he muttered. “you don’t know what you’re doin’ to me.” his lips found yours again, hungry and desperate. he kissed you like he needed to memorize the way you tasted. 

you moaned into his mouth, your body practically vibrating with need. his hands moved slowly, trailing down your sides, fingers grazing your hips. you could feel the hesitation there, the weight of everything unsaid between you, but it didn’t stop him.

his touch slipped beneath the hem of your dress, calloused palms dragging up the bare skin of your thighs. your breath hitched, and you couldn’t help it, you let out a soft moan.

“joel …”

he groaned low in his throat. “fuck.”

then.. two knocks.

you both froze.

your heart jumped into your throat. joel’s hand clapped gently but firmly over your mouth before you could react. his palm covered half your face—god, his hands were huge. 

yep. dad was right. you officially lost a brain cell.

“hey, someone in there?” your dad’s voice rang out from behind the door.

joel’s eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. he took a deep breath and answered with forced nonchalance.

“yeah, buddy. gimme a second. beer’s hittin’ me hard. think i just lost my goddamn bowels.”

PART 2 !

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p.s the whole underwear situation was inspired by the fic we all read and love, fourth of july by jrrmint