olderman-enthusiast

[olderman-enthusiast]

No, We’re never gonna quit 😏

One shot

Summary: Joel takes you for a ride *wink,wink*

Warnings: 18+, smut, age gap,

Pairing: Joel miller x f!reader

A/N: Iv been listening to “Animals” by Nickelback a lot lately and every time I listen to it I think of Joel, so this is loosely based on that song! Also sorry for any misspellings or bad punctuation, I’m terrible with all that! 💕

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That night the stars where piercing the dark sky like sharp needles. The moon had dipped below the horizon, leaving the world to the tender mercy of the shadows. Only the distant murmur of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves disturbed the quiet. Joel Miller, a man of few words but deep-set eyes that could tell a thousand stories, sat in his car outside your house, the engine purring softly. His hand rested on the steering wheel, his thumb tracing the worn leather, lost in thought.

You’re in your mid 20s still leaving with your parents and your parents did not like that you where sneaking around seeing Joel a man in his late 40s, but you didn’t care you where in love. That night you got a text from Joel “I’m outside”, you look out your window to the sight of a beat up truck and a rugged man in the driver’s seat; you giggle and quickly go downstairs, grab your jacket and run out the front door.

You slid into the passenger seat, the excitement of seeing Joel always makes your heart race. The scent of leather and gasoline filled the car, mingling with the faint smell of his cologne; a mix citrus and cedar. You leaned closer, savoring it, feeling the heat from his body. He glanced over, a small smile playing on his lips, before putting the car into gear and pulling out of the driveway. The headlights carved a path through the darkness as the vehicle picked up speed, the thrill of the illicit escape racing through your veins.

The radio played low, a classic rock song that seemed to echo the thumping of your heart. Joel's eyes never left the road, but you could feel his gaze on you every once and awhile burning through the side of your face. You reached over to run your fingers through his soft curls sending a jolt of electricity through you both. His hand reached up to cover yours, bringing your hand Down to place a gentle kiss, but he never let go. The tension in the car grew thick, like a storm cloud about to burst.

Joel pulled over into a lookout with a beautiful view of the city and the only source of light was the dim glow of the moon. He killed the engine and the sudden silence was deafening. Your breathing grew heavy as he turned to you, the heat between you palpable. The daring of the moment was a potent aphrodisiac. You leaned in, your eyes locking onto his, and the world around you seemed to melt away. His hand moved from the gear shift to cup your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he pulled you closer.

His kiss was hungry, urgent, as if he'd been waiting for this moment for an eternity. You responded with equal fervor, your hands finding their way under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin and the beat of his heart. The seatbelt clicked open as you climbed on top to straddle his lap. You hovered over him, his breath hot on your neck as he trailed kisses down your collarbone.

The leather of the seats creaked as you shifted, the sound seemingly amplified in the stillness of the night. The windows fogged up as your passion grew, the cold glass a stark contrast to the heat building inside the car. Joel's hand slid up your thigh, making you gasp, your pulse racing like the engine of a dragster. The excitement of being caught was a thrilling undercurrent to the intimacy that unfolded between you.

His strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer as your kisses grew more frantic. His hands found the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head, revealing the soft glow of your skin in the moonlight. The cool air kissed your bare shoulders; “Dear god” Joel says with a whisper as he took a moment to drink you in, his eyes dark with desire.

Joel's hands and lips roamed your body exploring every curve and contour as if it were a map to a hidden treasure. You felt alive under his touch, your hips moving instinctively against his, grinding on his growing arousal. His breath hitched, and his grip tightened on your hips as you both succumbed to the primal need that had been simmering beneath the surface. The friction between you was electric, sending sparks flying through the air.

As Joel's kisses grew more insistent, his moans grew louder, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. It was as if the very air in the car had thickened with desire, making it difficult to breathe. Your hands fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, desperate to free him, to feel the heat and hardness of him against your bare skin. His moans grew deeper, more guttural, as you finally managed to unleash him, his erection springing free.

You felt his hands move to the clasp of your bra, deftly releasing it. The fabric fell away, and he groaned into your mouth as your breasts pressed against his bare chest, the sensation of his chest hair tickling your sensitive flesh. You felt the coolness of the metal from his belt buckle against your stomach as you rode him tell you both Felt dizzy with pleasure and reached your high. The world around you completely disappears; it’s just him and you there in that moment.

As you both start to came down from the high of passion, you realized that you had to catch your breath. You pulled back, panting, your eyes locked onto his. The reflection of the car's dashboard lights played across his face, painting it in a stark, erotic glow. You lay your forehead against his, you smile as you both let out a small chuckle.

You hop into the passenger seat and began to get dressed. The sound of zippers and rustling fabric filled the car, punctuated by quiet giggles that seemed to echo through the night. The tension had broken, replaced by a warmth that wrapped around you like a comforting blanket.

Joel's eyes never left yours, filled with a mix of desire and amusement as he watched you struggle with your bra in the confined space; “you’re so beautiful” Joel whispers as he leans over to give you one last gentle kiss before he starts his truck and heads of into the night with you; his girl right beside him.

[olderman-enthusiast]

Loki Headcanons

This is just my opinion on how I imagine Loki!! Fluff with just a hint of smut 🤭

He loves simple physical touch like when you take his face in your hands and be gentle with him, forehead kisses and running your fingers through his hair. He just wants to be taken care of. 🥹

He’s very needy when kissing you, he can’t get you close enough to him.

He’s a whining mess when you kiss his neck, give him back scratches and lightly pull his hair.

Loves giving you kisses on your palm of your hands especially in public

In the morning waking up with you he’s very clingy and handsy kissing you anywhere and everywhere he can. Won’t let you go, he’ll keep pulling you back into bed.

He’s a attention seeker, when your busy doing something he just loves to give you kisses to your temples and the sensitive places on your neck to try and distract you and give him attention

He always has a grumpy mad face but Whenever he see you walk in the room his face lights up with the cutest smirk.

He loves foreplay, loves taking his time with you. Kissing every inch of your body tell he has you begging him for more. He’s definitely a huge tease.

He loves aftercare, he loves to take care of you; he’ll run the shower for you both, clean you up, gives you a massage and cuddles in bed tell you both fall asleep.

Loki loves going down on you while he’s wearing his helmet; so you can hold onto the horns. 😏

His pet names for you include “kitten” “my love” “darling” & “princess”

When he’s away on missions he carries a picture of you in his suit that he’ll glance at when he’s missing you, But won’t ever admit it.

Loki has a way with words but with you he stumbles on his words, distracted when you look him in the eyes, makes him blush.

He loves giving you gifts for no reason except that he just loves you.

He loves to watch you read, He finds it fascinating and adorable how your facial expressions change with each page.

He LOVES to cook for you, he’s a very good chef.

Loki could listen to you talk for hours, he loves the sound of your voice so much

He loves to make you blush by his words and actions. He gets a kick out of it; like i said he’s a big tease, he is the god mischief.

When you wear green it makes him go feral, he automatically gets horny.

He’s very protective over you and can get jealous easily. If anyone just tries to hurt/touch you, they're DONE.

He loves how you can see through his facade and understand the pain and loneliness that he feels. You’re the only one he can be vulnerable with.

You both Understand each other without needing to talk, you know each other so well.

He loves when you lay your head in his lap while he reads.

Loki likes to sneak up on you, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you.

He is desperate for your Moans. He loves to hear you Scream his Name

Loves to take showers together, He especially Loves to wash/brush your hair. But he definitely loves shower sex even more.

will always Express how happy he is that your his "You're everything to me" “Your my world” “I don’t know what I do without you my love”

Lokis kinks

- Praise Kink: when you praise him he loves when you call him a good Boy and when he praises you “your doing so good for me, kitten” and “You Look so good under me”.

- Knife Play: using his Knife to free you from your Shirt/Bra. Using the cold side of the blade on your skin. But he could never hurt you.

- Love bites: He loves leaving hickeys and bite marks everywhere, especially where everyone can see so they know your his.

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[olderman-enthusiast]

His little secret pt.1

dbf!joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel offers to drive you home after a family dinner with him and your parents, but instead he drives you back to his place to have some alone time.

Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap (Joel in his 40s and reader in her late 20s), Secret relationship.

Word count: 1,076

A/N: I haven’t been active for awhile been dealing with my mental health, sorry! I’m now starting to get back in the groove! Luv you guys, hope you enjoy!💕

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It’s Saturday that means family dinner night. You would usually dread family dinner but your parents invited Joel Miller over and little did they know for the past few weeks you’ve had started up a secret relationship with Joel; your dads best friend.

That night Joel offered to drive you back to your apartment because it was so late and your parents being completely blind thought that was so nice of him, But joel doesn’t take you back to your apartment he’s takes you to his place for some alone time.

When you get to his place you go straight to his bedroom. Joel sits on the end of his bed as you Lean against the door frame.

“Come here darlin” as he gives you a devilish smirk.

You giggle and walk over to him, when you get close enough to him he grabs your hips and pulls you in between his knees. You wrap your arms around his neck as His warm rough hands softly run up and down your back under your shirt as it leaves you with goosebumps on your skin.

His eyes searched yours, a warm smile playing on his lips as he reached for the hem of your shirt.

Your heart raced as his fingers brushed against your skin, the fabric of your shirt sliding upward with a whisper of movement. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but gasp softly as he revealed more of your body to the soft light. Joel's gaze followed the path of his hand, lingering on every inch of exposed flesh as if he were committing the sight to memory.

"You’re all i thought about all day" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His eyes met yours again, full of adoration and hunger "you're so beautiful, my sweet girl".

As Joel continued to lift your shirt, his thumbs grazed the sensitive skin of your stomach, causing your muscles to quiver involuntarily. He noticed your reaction and paused, a smoldering look in his eyes that spoke volumes without a single word. The air between you grew heavier, charged with anticipation. His thumbs traced circles around your navel before moving upward, pausing at the base of your ribcage, teasing the fabric just beneath your breasts.

The room felt like it was spinning as he gently pushed the shirt over your shoulders. It fell to the floor, leaving you in just your bra and jeans. Joel moves closer, his warmth enveloping you. His hands slid around your back, his fingers deftly unhooking the clasp with a click that seemed to echo through the room. The bra straps slid down your arms, and your breasts fell into his waiting hands. He cupped them gently, his thumbs brushing over the hardened nipples, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

Your eyes closed as you leaned into his touch, the heat of his palms sending waves of pleasure through your body. Joel took this as his cue to kiss you again, his mouth moving with a fierce tenderness that stole the breath from your lungs. His hands began to roam, exploring the curves of your back and the dip of your waist, leaving a trail of fire wherever they went.

Suddenly, you felt his hands at the button of your jeans. The zipper rasped open, and he pushed the denim down over your hips. His touch grew more urgent, his breathing ragged against your neck as he peeled the jeans away, leaving you in just your panties. You stepped out of the fabric puddle at your ankles, your legs trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment.

Joel moving back, his gaze raking over your almost-bare body. "Perfect," he breathed, his eyes dark with want. He reached out to trace the waistband of your panties, his thumbs hooking into the material. You could feel the tension in his fingers, the restraint he was fighting to maintain.

The anticipation was almost unbearable. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly desired and comforted. Your eyes locked onto his, silently begging for more, for him to make the next move. Joel's smile grew, and he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "I need you" he whispered.

His eyes moving back to find yours again, then over every inch of your exposed flesh. The room was so quiet, you could hear the thunderous beating of your heart, the rush of blood in your ears.

Joel's hands found their way back to your body, his touch feather-light as he traced the curve of your hip and the dip of your waist. He knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours, and kissed the soft skin just above your navel. The sensation was exquisite, and you had to bite back a gasp.

Slowly, with the utmost care, he slid your panties down your legs, leaving you completely naked before him. You felt his hot breath on your skin as he kissed a trail up your thigh, his hands ghosting over your calves and the back of your knees, sending shivers up your spine.

Standing back up, Joel wrapped his arms around your waist, his forehead resting against yours. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice a mix of awe and possession. The words sent a thrill through you, a heady mix of fear and excitement.

With trembling hands, he removed his own shirt, revealing his muscular chest with just a hint of silver in his chest hair, the thought of him that had haunted your dreams. His pants followed, and you couldn't help but stare at the perfection of his body, the way the light played across his skin. He stepped closer, closing the distance between you, and you could feel the heat of his arousal pressing against your stomach.

Joel reached down to trace the line of your jaw with his thumb, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was almost too much to handle, but you couldn't look away. His other hand found the small of your back, drawing you closer until there was no space left between you. His chest was a wall of heat, and you could feel his heart pounding in time with yours.

"It’s just you and me darlin" he says softly resting his forehead against yours “you and me”.

To be continued…. 😉

[olderman-enthusiast]

Becoming a writer is great because now you have a hobby that haunts you whenever you don’t have time to do it

[olderman-enthusiast]

Luv you guys 💕

Hey guys! Just wanted to check in and say sorry for being inactive lately! Tbh Iv been struggling with my depression. But I’m trying to get back into writing so be patient with me, there will be new story’s soon hopefully haha Thank you for always showing me love! Xoxo 💋

[olderman-enthusiast]

My blog dedicated to just my Joel miller fics is here - @joelmillermylove 🥰

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Masterlist

💖: Fluff ❤️‍🔥: Smut

Logan Howlett

A unforgettable night pt.1 ❤️‍🔥

Loki

Loki Headcanons

[olderman-enthusiast]

A unforgettable night pt.1

Logan Howlett x f!Reader

Summery: You lose your virginity to Logan and its the most amazing, passionate night you both have ever experienced, but what does it all mean?? Warnings: Smut, losing of virginity, age gap (reader is mid 20s Logan is late 40s) Word count: 1,073 A/N: This is just something iv been thinking about lately and had to put it into words. I like to think Logan can be a passionate, gentle lover if he chooses to😏

The rain pounded against the cabin’s windows, creating a rhythmic backdrop to the tension simmering between you and Logan. He stood by the fireplace, his muscular frame illuminated by the flickering flames, a bottle of whiskey in one hand. His eyes, sharp and calculating, met yours as you entered the room, your heart pounding in your chest. "You sure about this?" he asked, his voice gravelly, carrying a hint of something unspoken. You nodded, swallowing hard "Yes."

He set the bottle down on the mantelpiece and walked towards you, each step deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. But there was nothing predatory in his eyes when he finally stood inches from you. Instead, they softened, filled with a tenderness that took you aback. "You're not just another notch, you know," he said, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. The rough pads of his fingers sent shivers down your spine "I won't rush this."

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze making you dizzy. "I trust you," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the crackling fire. Logan's thumb brushed tenderly over your lower lip, sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Good," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Because I want you to remember this for the rest of your life."

His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, his fingers hesitating for just a moment before lifting it over your head. The cool air hit your skin, causing goosebumps to rise, but Logan's touch was warm and comforting as he traced the curve of your waist.

"Beautiful," he breathed, his eyes darkening with desire as he looked at you. "So fucking beautiful."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but his words were like balm to your nerves. You reached for the buttons on his shirt, fumbling slightly in your eagerness. Logan chuckled softly, taking your hands in his.

"Easy," he said, guiding your fingers back to the buttons. "Take your time."

With his encouragement, you managed to undo each button, revealing the broad expanse of his chest, covered in a fine layer of hair. His skin was warm beneath your touch, and you couldn't resist running your fingers over his pecs, feeling the strength underneath.

Logan let out a low rumble, his hands moving to your jeans, unbuttoning them with quick, practiced ease. He slid them down your legs, leaving you standing in nothing but your underwear. His eyes raked over you once more, and you felt a thrill of excitement mixed with vulnerability.

"Perfect," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Absolutely perfect."

He stepped closer, his body pressing against yours, and you could feel his arousal, hard and insistent against your stomach. It was intoxicating, the way he made you feel so wanted, so desired. His lips found yours, and the kiss was everything you had imagined and more—fierce, yet gentle, full of passion and care. His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring every inch, while his hands roamed your body, tracing patterns on your skin. You moaned into his mouth, your hands clutching at his shoulders for support as his touch ignited a fire within you.

The moment was electric; every touch was filled with a passion that had been building for far too long. Logan broke the kiss, trailing soft kisses along your neck, moaning and whispering sweet nothings as you leaned back, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that washed over you. You could feel Logans warm breath against your skin, igniting a desire that coursed through your veins. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” You confessed you voice barely above a whisper. Logan smiled, looking deep into your eyes “Then let’s take our time. I want to explore every inch of you.” With a gentle touch, Logan guided you down onto the bed, your bodies intertwined as they lost themselves in each other.

The outside world had just faded away as the two of you lost yourselves in the warmth of the moment, forgetting everything but the rhythm of your hearts beating in sync. After what seemed like forever of Logan worshiping your body, caressing every inch of you he pulls back slightly, his breathing heavy, his eyes locked onto yours. "Ready?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, unable to form words, your heart racing in anticipation.

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and quickly rolled it on, his movements efficient yet careful. Then he positioned himself between your legs, his cock nudging at your entrance. You could feel the pressure building, the tension stretching you open as he slowly pushed inside.

Pain and pleasure mingled, and you gasped as he entered you, filling you completely. Logan paused, his eyes searching yours, waiting for your signal to continue.

"It's okay," you whispered, your voice trembling. "Keep going."

He did, ever so slowly, kissing you deeply absorbing your moans in his mouth. You could feel the weight of him, the thickness of his cock buried deep within you, and it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Fuck," Logan muttered, his forehead resting against yours. "You feel so damn good."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting more of him. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of sensation through your body. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

"Logan," you gasped, feeling the orgasm building within you. "I... I can't hold on."

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Let go," he urged, his hips picking up speed. "I've got you sweetheart".

And you did, letting go of all control, riding the wave of pleasure as it crashed over you. Your body convulsing, a feeling you've never felt before but what felt like heaven. Your orgasm hitting you hard, your scream echoing through the cabin. Logan followed soon after, his own release washing over him as he continued to thrust into you, his body shuddering with the force of it.

He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, but you didn't mind. His heart pounded against your chest, a steady rhythm that matched your own.

Logan rolls over exhausted, side by side you both lie there together out of breath but giggling and full of smiles. He pulls the blanket over you both and wraps is arms around you to hold you close.

"Logan," you whispered, your voice filled with wonder. "That was..."

"Unforgettable," he finished for you, his lips brushing against yours "Just like you."