#preoutbreak!Joel

[honeyedmiller]

A Forever Thing | Joel Miller

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pairing: husband!joel miller x pregnant!wife!reader

warnings: no outbreak, fluff, brief mention of infertility, pregnancy.

word count: 1.6k

synopsis: you and joel have been trying for a baby since the night you two married, but haven't had any luck... until you do.

-

You stare down at the three tests on the bathroom counter. The six lines across all three tests stare back at you, and you feel so woozy.

Three years. Three years since you got married to the absolute love of your life. Three years you've been trying for a baby, but no luck. Three years of wondering if there was something wrong with your body, that you couldn't bare a child, that you were infertile.

Three years of sobbing to your husband, who shed tears as well, because you both thought you'd never get the chance of having a baby of your own. You had your stepdaughter Sarah, whom you unconditionally loved (who'd practically been calling you 'mom' since she was around ten years old), but you wanted to experience motherhood from your own body. You wanted to see your belly grow, shower your baby with gifts, have your husband kiss and talk to your protruding stomach, saying he couldn't wait for their arrival on Earth.

Tears sprung to your eyes as a sob left your mouth, covering it quickly. This had to be a dream.

Was it?

No. This was real. This was so real, and you couldn't wait to tell Joel.

A sharp knock on the bathroom door occurred only seconds later, with Sarah calling for you on the other side.

"Mom? Are you okay?" Sarah's voice is soft, but laced with concern.

"You can open the door, honey." You call back to her, and she almost immediately does. Her brows are furrowed as her eyes flicker to your tear-stained face, down to the tests on the counter.

"Is that-?" She pauses as she stands next to you, eyes scanning the devices on the counter. "Oh my god, it is! No way!" She exclaims in pure excitement as her arms gently wrap around your torso.

"You're gonna be a big sister, baby." You kiss her head as more tears fall down your cheeks, and she starts to cry with you. She knows you and her father have been trying for a baby, and was saddened for you every time a test turned out negative. She wanted a little sibling so bad.

"How are we gonna tell Dad?" Her glossy eyes move up to yours as she stares at you in wonder, her arms never leaving your middle.

"I say we cook a fancy dinner for him and put one test in a box as a present." You smile as you rest your hand on her cheek, thumb grazing back and forth.

"Yeah! And maybe I can get a 'big sister' shirt?" She asks, knowing you two would have to go to the store anyhow to get ingredients to make Joel's favorite— T-bone steak with country potatoes and corn on the cob.

You laugh at her advances, and nod your head. "Sure thing, baby."

-

You two went to the store and came back in about an hour's time, and you started to prep dinner. It was a Saturday, so Joel wouldn't be at the construction site too late. He usually got home around five; it was currently two thirty.

Sarah helped you as she chopped up and seasoned the potatoes, putting them in a pan to simmer for awhile. You worked on the steak and the corn, and while the food was cooking, Sarah made a small cake that she frosted herself.

It was four forty-five by the time dinner was almost done, and Sarah helped you set out place mats on the table for four, just in case Tommy decided to join you guys for dinner.

Joel walked into the house not even ten minutes later, looking tired but happy to be home to his girls.

"Somethin' smells delicious in here." He calls out, entering the kitchen to find you and Sarah.

"Hey Dad." Sarah smiles, wondering if he'll notice her 'big sister' shirt she had on, which you two luckily found at the store.

"Hey pumpkin." He pulls her in for a hug before kissing the top of her head. His eyes graze over to you, a smile full of nothing but pure love drawn onto his lips.

"Hi darlin'," He moved to you as he hugged you and gave you a sweet kiss. "What's all this?" He gestures toward the food that was done, sitting hot on the stove.

"Just a little treat for my hardworking man." You smile as his eyes turn soft, bringing you in for a kiss.

"Mind if I shower before we enjoy this delicious meal? I'll be quick. I stink." Joel chuckles, and you notice a sheen of sweat covering his neck and forehead.

"Of course. It'll be ready for you when you come back." You kiss his cheek and he taps your butt softly before disappearing into your shared bedroom upstairs. Sarah gives you a knowing look and you smile giddily, serving the plates and opening a cold beer from the fridge for Joel.

-

He was downstairs twenty minutes later, his hair damp and slicked back. He smelt like musky amber wood and pine, and he smelled damn good.

"No beer for you, baby?" Joel notices your glass full of sweet tea instead of the usual beer you'd share with him with a dinner like this.

"Not today, honey. Just felt like havin' some sweet tea." You grin as you clink your glass to his beer bottle, both of you taking a swig of your drinks.

"So, what did my girls do today?" He looks between you and Sarah, a soft smile playing at his lips.

"Nothin' much, just went to the store for stuff for dinner and made dinner." Sarah shrugs, giving you a small smile of secrecy, which luckily, Joel doesn't notice as his eyes move down to his food.

"Which is delicious, by the way. Thank you." He takes a bite of his tender steak, groaning at the flavor.

"Seriously, baby, there's no occasion for this? I know it's my favorite meal and all, but-"

The front door opens and Tommy emerges, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Hey y'all, sorry 'm late." He's breathless as he reaches the kitchen, fixing himself a plate. You chuckle at his late arrival, really expecting nothing less from the younger Miller brother.

"What'd I miss?" He asks as he takes his seat between Joel and Sarah, sitting across from you.

"Nothing, we were just talking about our days." You smile softly at him, eyes moving to Joel who was too engaged in the delicious meal, only half paying attention to the current conversation.

"Ah, seriously. It's been a long one." Tommy cracks his neck before delving into the meal, a small praise coming from him at yours and Sarah's cooking.

You take another sip of your sweet tea as the room falls silent, you and Sarah exchanging knowing glances.

"Why are you two lookin—holy shit." Tommy exclaims, first noticing you and Sarah, then Sarah's shirt, which Joel still hasn't looked at.

"What?" Joel asks, his head snapping up as he looks between the three of you.

"Are you serious?" Tommy looks at you, the biggest smile you've ever seen on his face.

Joel's brows furrow in worry, "What's goin' on?" He wipes his mouth as he swallows the last bites of his meal, and you look at him with teary eyes.

"Sarah, honey, can you get the present from the counter, please?" You ask her, and Joel's face displays pure confusion. She nods at you and happily leaps from her seat, getting the small rectangular box from the kitchen island and she brought it to you. She sat back down, looking between you and Joel.

"What's this?" Joel asks as you hand him the present, which he gingerly takes.

"Open it." You whisper, and his gaze remains on yours before faltering and moving down to the box. He lifts the lid of the box and freezes when he sees the contents inside. He couldn't believe it.

He looks up at you, glossy eyes matching your own.

"Y'serious?" His voice cracks, and you nod, a sob leaving your lips once more. You both stand at the same time, and he wraps you in his warm embrace as tears stream down his tan face.

"Darlin', oh," He coos, rocking you back and forth as you sob.

"We're gonna have a baby, Joel." Your cries fill the room as he hugs you tightly, but not too tight. He was already cautionary and it made your heart swoon. He pulls apart from you and gives you a long kiss, cupping one cheek with his broad palm as the other is splayed on your back, pulling you flush against him.

"Congrats you guys." Tommy gets up and hugs both of you, kissing you on the cheek. Sarah joins in on the hug, moving shortly after to pull out the celebratory cake.

"I gotta take a picture of this moment." Tommy beams, grabbing the digital camera that resided on the side table next to the couch. He snaps a photo of you three, with you holding the pregnancy test in your hand as your glossy eyes and huge smiles shine bright in the photo you'd later hang on a wall in your house.

-

Joel couldn't stop kissing you and touching you more than usual that night, ecstatic to finally be having another baby, and one with the love of his life. He couldn't believe this was his reality.

He kept kissing your stomach, whispering sweet things to the little one growing inside. He couldn't wait to meet them. That night, Joel fell asleep on your stomach with his arms wrapped securely around you, pure bliss coursing through both of you as this is what you two've dreamed of for so long.

It's all he ever wanted; his girls, a growing family, and a house to call home, which you and Sarah were to him.

And he knew, deep down in his heart, it was a forever thing.

[myeuphoricmindset]

A true gentlemen

Part one | masterlist

Paring: Joel Miller × Fem!Reader

Summary: The tension builds as you watch a movie with Joel, but Sarah is around so you both can’t act on the desperate need for one another. Until Joel walks you home and you beg him to stay. (This is a part two, but could be read as a stand alone.)

Tags/warnings: pre-outbreak. Angst and fluff. Smut with unprotected piv. Ass slapping and praise. MINORS DNI

Word count: 2.3k

Your knee touching Joel’s is the only thing he can think about. He can’t help but keep glancing down at the sublet contact. Joel sits between you and Sarah on the couch and he’s wondering if it would have been better for Sarah to sit in the middle. Would not touching you at all be better than this unbearable need for more?

Sarah giggles during her favorite part of the movie and rests her head on Joel’s shoulder. The first sign that she’s becoming tired. His arm around the back of the couch drops to Sarah’s shoulder as he pulls her in closer. This is familiar to Joel, being on the couch with Sarah and watching a movie. It’s been like this for years, just the two of them. Until now. Joel always imagined when the time came for him to bring someone home that it would feel unnatural, but it doesn’t. Joel looks down at Sarah and notices her eyes slowly closing. A soft smile forms on his face as he wonders if she will ever stay awake during movie night.

Your knee softly bumps Joel’s as you shift on the couch to get more comfortable and he quickly glances down at the contact again. The movement causes your dress to barely move up your thigh, but he notices.

“How’s the movie?” You whisper as you catch him looking at your exposed thigh.

His eyes quickly move to the television. You notice the corner of his mouth lift before he answers. “It’s longer than I remember,”

You can’t help but smile. Your fingers fiddle with the hem of your dress and you can see Joel watching your hands in the corner of your eye. It doesn’t take long before his free hand is on top of yours, stopping you. His touch causes your breath to catch. God, this was the longest night of your life.

Joel keeps his eyes on the television as he slowly runs his fingers over the top of your hand. You try to remain calm as you play it as cool as he does. The movie has been on for over an hour and you couldn’t say what it was even about. Especially right now. Your eyes are on the screen, but you might as well have them closed. All you’re focused on is his touch. The way his fingers gently flip your palm up and he traces the lines of your palm. His callused finger has a nice rough feel to it against your soft skin. Does he know his finger is tracing your heart line? Does he know it’s causing your actual heart to beat faster?

Joel interlocks your hands. Both of you smile as if it’s the first time you’ve held hands. It feels silly to be this giddy over holding hands. Maybe because it feels like a secret or something you shouldn’t be doing. Would this bother Sarah? Is Joel as nervous as you? It feels childish to feel this way, but you can’t help it. You are both so fucking infatuated with each other.

The movie credits roll and it’s as if Sarah knows, she slowly wakes up and looks around with her sleepy eyes. “I think I’m going to go to bed,”

Joel and you pull your hands apart before she gets up off the couch. The absence of his touch has you feeling slightly empty. Sarah tells you that she’s happy you came over and politely says goodnight. Joel stands up and walks her over to the stairs. “I’m going to walk her home and I’ll be right back,” Sarah is still half asleep as Joel talks, but she smiles and then continues to her room.

A soft summer breeze swirls around you as you walk down the sidewalk with Joel. “Walking me home? What a gentleman.”

Joel gently touches your lower back as he guides you to the opposite side of the sidewalk, away from the street. “It's not easy.”

“What?” The sound of Joel’s boots against the pavement fills the silence after your question hangs in the air.

Joel rubs his jaw, his fingers rubbing against the scruff on his face. “It’s not easy being a gentleman around you,”

You glance at each other. You almost stumble as you turn left into your driveway. The walk to your house only allows for a few words to be exchanged before you are having to say goodnight.

The porch light is off and the street light barely illuminates your house. Joel grabs your hand as he helps you up the three small steps to your porch. Your eyes meet his as you both come to a stop by your front door. “You could have fooled me,”

“Oh?” Joel smirks as he cocks his head. “I still remember the lace of your panties around my fingers. And the way the icing tastes on your finger.” He licks his lips as if he’s remembering all over again. “Those are not very gentlemanly thoughts.”

Your face is burning red and it’s the one time you are thankful that you forgot to turn on the porch light. The way Joel is looking at you causes you to nervously fiddle with your house key. “Joel,” You begin to say with a small laugh. He causes you to lose your train of thought as his hand lifts and tucks the hair that’s fallen in your face behind your ear. His hand doesn’t leave but slowly trails down your jaw.

He shakes his head as he admires you. His eyes run over every inch of your face, completely taking you in. “Jesus,” he laughs to himself as his hand drops from your face. You stand there watching him rub the back of his neck and pace the porch.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, stepping close to him and touching his arm.

Joel looks down at your hand on his arm. “Do you realize the effect you have on me? I mean, — fuck.” He closes his eyes and you watch his jaw clench. “I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

His confession has your hand moving up his arm, feeling the strong outline of his muscles and up his neck to his face. “Joel? Look at me.” He hesitates but opens his eyes. You smile when his eyes meet yours. “Fucking kiss me, what are you wai—“

And he does. His lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence. The kiss is desperate and full of need. Your hands are in his hair as he pushes you against your front door. A gasp escapes your mouth as your back hits the door and his body is pressed against yours, but Joel covers the sound with his kiss. His strong arms grip your body, needing you closer. He whispers your name between kisses on your neck.

“Come inside,” You breathe. It’s dark outside so you don’t think anyone can see you both aggressively making out on the porch, but you want more. More than what’s publicly accepted.

“Cant, baby.” He says between a kiss on your jaw and finding your lips again.

“Please,” you say against his lips.

He looks at you and smirks. “Don’t beg, you know I can’t handle that.”

You know he likes it, so you smile with a seductive expression. “Please,”

Joel groans before kissing you again. His tongue runs over your bottom lip before you open for him. His hand runs up your thigh and beneath your dress, gripping a handful of your ass. You laugh and your leg instinctively lifts, wrapping around him. He presses harder against you and you moan.

“Stay,” You beg. He reminds you that he can’t, Sarah is probably expecting him. You can’t help but argue with him, reminding him that she went to bed. He’s trying to be a good dad and return home in case she needs him. You pout and look at him through your lashes. “I need you too. I need you so bad.”

He stares at you with lustful eyes and you can see him fighting this internally. “Fuck,” and with that single word he caves. He takes the key from your hand and unlocks the door, causing you both to stumble inside.

“Can’t be long,” He mumbles as he kicks the door closed and holds you close.

“Yes,” You agree, just happy that he’s giving in. Without wasting any time your hands are on his belt, unbuckling it. But god, it’s difficult when Joel is kissing your neck and his hands are under your dress. He has you against the wall and the way you are both clawing at each other has a few things falling off the wood table in your entry hall. But you both don’t pay any attention to your surroundings as the desire for one another consumes you both.

The belt hangs unbuckled around his jeans and he smiles at you for your quick work. He keeps his eyes on you as his fingers find the lace of your panties around your hips. Just like before, he slips his fingers under the fabric but this time he pulls them down in a quick motion. The feeling of nothing on while being so close to him as you throbbing. His hands are so close, but not where you need them.

Joel doesn’t waste time. He didn’t have time in the first place, but he’s making an exception. You want him and he needs you. So bad. His fingers quickly unbutton his jeans as he pushes you back toward the table nearby. He kisses your lips and whispers in a low deep voice, “Bend over, sweetheart.”

And you do. You follow his orders. The items on the table are not important, so you shove them off as you bend over and lay your chest down on the cold wood. Joel’s warm hands trail up to your hips and he throws your dress up around your waist, feathering over your back. You feel the cool air on your exposed skin. Joel curses in pleasure as he takes you in, his hands running up your outer thighs, over your hips, and on your ass. He slaps your ass before lifting you a little higher on the table, causing you to stand on your tippy toes.

“That’s it, right there.” He says as you hear his buckle jingle. You shift your face to the side so you can look back at him. One of his hands is on your hip and the other is pulling down his jeans slightly. Joel meets your eyes and smirks. “You look so good bent over waiting for me. Are you aching for me?”

“Yes,”

You are and it is fucking killing you. Joel smiles wider at that. “Let me see how bad you ache for me.” His hand drops between your legs and he runs his fingers upwards, feeling how badly you need him. You moan at his touch, feeling touched deprived. He chuckles at your reaction and looks at his glistening wet hand, your desire soaking his fingers. He loves it.“Look at how bad you want me,” He rubs his fingers together as you watch.

Time is ticking. You both know it. So, Joel takes his wet hand covered in your desperation and runs his hand down the length of himself. You’re already ready for him, but he wants to make sure he glides right inside you with ease. Watching him stroke himself causes you to bite your lip hard enough to cause pain. You can’t take it. It feels like a fucking tease. “Joel, please”

Joel’s eyes darken at your plea. Within a breath, his hand is gripping your hip harder as he slides inside you. He’s big, so it’s not a glide like he wanted for you but after the burn of being stretched, your body is filled with pleasure and relief. Joel moans at the feeling of you around his cock. You feel so good.

His fingers dig into your skin as he thrusts deeper and harder. The oak table squeaks with every thrust. Joel’s hands are around your hips, protecting your body from banging against the table. He’s lying to himself because he’s a goddamn gentleman.

The feeling is so good and you can’t get enough. You are pushing higher on your tippy toes, giving him more access to push deeper.

“Good girl,” He groans. “So,” thrust. “fucking,” thrust. “Good,” thrust.

He fucks you so hard as you bend over the table. A perfect view and the perfect feeling. There isn’t enough time for him to explore your body like he wants so he takes advantage of what he can. Fast, hard and so good. It doesn’t take long for you both to reach your climax. You scream his name and he kisses you better.

“Go,” you tell him as you try to catch your breath. He’s been here longer than he wanted and you know that.

Joel pulls your dress down gently, covering you up before helping you onto your feet. He spins you around to face him. He looks at you for a moment, taking in your face with admiration and love. His eyes are soft and sweet. Words fail him and he just smiles at you before planting a gentle kiss on your lips. He walks to the door and turns back to get one last look at you before he walks out the door and into the night.

The absence of him is heavy in the room, but you linger in this moment of bliss. Your hair is messy and your dress is wrinkled. A reminder of what just happened. Your fingers brush over your lips as you think about him and you smile.

Joel fucking Miller.

Taglist: @avengersfan25 , @hypnoash & @-ohsolonely-

[cowgurrrl]

yay you‘re an aries, too 💕

ugh i‘ve gotta write my term paper and i‘m sooo annoyed because i really hate one of the the authors whose work i‘m analyzing (it‘s about 16th century art literature) but i gotta do it because i‘m only two assignments away from my masters thesis and i‘m sooo exhausted ;_;

okay sorry for the rant. i was just wondering if maybeee you‘d like to write a cute lil’ drabble or hc about joel supporting a reader that’s struggling with their assignment for uni? >_<

anyhow, love you & your writing. keep up the good work & take care of yourself 💕

Congratulations on your master’s thesis!! You’re going to do amazing things! I took this in a little more of preoutbreak!Joel hc so I hope you enjoy 💓

Joel as your study buddy headcanons

Pairing: preoutbreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: the lovely Joel “fractions” Miller gif is by @loregifs also I am slowly working through requests!! Thank you for sending me so many fun ones! 🫶

Warnings: school stress, fluff!!

I don’t think Joel would’ve gone to college and if he did, I don’t think he would’ve finished it out because of Sarah but when he meets you while you’re in the midst of your grad courses, he’s in awe of your work ethic and determination

He likes to look over your shoulder when you're transcribing notes or reading for class

Definitely would stop by campus to have lunch with you if he had a job nearby

One time Sarah had an early release day on the same day Joel had a rural site forty five minutes away so you picked her up and had to take her to lecture with you

She loved every minute of it. She liked roaming the campus and listening to your professor, even if she didn’t fully understand what she was talking about, and asked you a million different questions about college

Will literally listen to you ramble about the newest thing you’re learning because he likes seeing you get so excited/engaged

When finals roll around, he’s not quite sure what he can do to help the blanket-covered, ink-stained, stressed heap of grad student in his living room but he’ll occasionally walk by and kiss your temple, saying praises into your skin

“You’re so smart.” “You can do this.” “D’you need anything?” “You’re gonna do great.” “I love you.”

He’d definitely be the type of guy who would cut up fruit and wordlessly leave it on the table in front of you with a glass of water

When you’re crying because of the stress, deadlines, readings, he’s always there to soothe your anxiety and offer you a break

Sometimes you two will sit and watch some mindless reality show or talk to Sarah about her day or go for a drive, pointing out the wildflowers on the side of the highway. He’ll do anything to get your mind to reset so you can come back to your studying

He’d help you run through your flashcards so you can study but not before trying to make a stripping game out of it

“Joel, I need to pass!” “That’s why it’s effective!”

When you eventually do pass all your finals, he takes you and Sarah out to dinner and tells the waiter about how smart his girlfriend is when the poor guy asks if you’re celebrating anything

Joel takes any opportunity to gush about you

When you graduate, he makes the BIGGEST DEAL

He’s the loudest person at graduation and showers you with flowers, kisses, and attention. You and Sarah just laugh at his theatrics but love him for it anyways

He would definitely splurge and buy you the nice frame for your diploma and you very quickly tell him he doesn’t have to because they’re so expensive but he just kisses you to shut you up

“I wanted to. ‘M proud of you and I want everyone to know,” he mumbles against you. “Besides, when you make me a trophy husband, it’ll balance out.”

[writercole]

Sunny

Summary: Joel meets one of Sarah's teachers. Words: 1765 Warnings: Fluff A/N: Preoutbreak. Unbetaed.

Joel fidgeted with his sweater in the mirror for what felt like the thousandth time. He couldn’t believe that he’d let Sarah and Tommy talk him into going to an event at a country club. Even if it was for Sarah’s school, he still didn’t want to deal with the rich assholes who look down on his blue collar job.

“Dad, we’re going to be late!” Sarah called from the front door.

Joel sighed and grabbed his keys before heading out to meet his daughter. As she came into view, he saw her nose wrinkle and braced himself for the incoming criticisms.

“What are you wearing?” She asked with disgust.

“This is what country club people wear!” He defended as he gestured at his outfit.

“Maybe in 1983,” she scoffed. “Ugh, whatever, we don’t have time for you to change. Let’s go, dork.”

Joel pouted at her back as he followed her out to his old Dodge, ready to put the next few hours behind him.

-

Joel pulled into the country club a few minutes after the cocktail social began, he and Sarah bickering about his driving the speed limit to prolong the inevitable. He put the truck in park with a sigh and reluctantly climbed out of the front seat, following Sarah into the building.

“See, Dad, none of the other parents are dressed like that,” Sarah hissed.

Joel looked around and found most of the handful of fathers in similar outfits – slacks and button downs with sweater vests or sweaters around their necks – just in muted, neutral tones instead of the palate of yellows that he’d chosen.

“Yes, they are,” he defended, “they’re just not as...” He trailed off, trying to find the right word.

“Yeah, they don’t look like they’re trying to find a curious chimp named George,” she retorted with a roll of her eyes.

“At least I’m not wearing a giant hat,” he grinned, taking a small amount of pleasure in teasing his twelve year old.

Sarah groaned and led them to a table holding a sign in sheet and name tags. She filled them out herself, squashing Joel’s idea to be funny. “PLEASE don’t embarrass me in front of my classmates,” she implored.”

“I promise,” he told her. “I’m going to try my best to avoid everyone anyway. These are not my kind of people.”

Sarah grinned and kissed his cheek, telling him to mingle as she walked over to her friends.

Joel wandered over to the bar and ordered a beer, relieved when the bartender waved away his payment, commenting that it was an open bar. He surveyed the room as he leaned casually on the counter top – definitely a cherry wood – smiling softly when his eyes met those of a woman dressed in a sundress adorned with a delicate sunflower print.

-

She was standing at the edge of the room, talking to another parent, when a flash of yellow caught her eye. She followed the movement and found a handsome man leaning against the bar. He smiled softly when his gaze met hers before his attention was pulled in a different direction.

Suddenly, the room was warm. “Excuse me, please,” she told the parent before she stepped outside.

She basked in the sunlight for a few moments, taking deep breaths of the warm air scented with flowers before she heard footsteps following behind her on the garden path. She saw yellow from the corner of her eye and turned to find the man from the bar standing next to her.

“If I’m intruding, I’ll go,” he said as he turned his eyes to her, his deep, rich voice wrapping her in a new warmth, tingles crawling up her spine. “I just needed to get out of the crowd.”

“I don’t mind. I needed the air as well.” She smiled at him and returned her gaze to the pond in front of them, a fountain spraying water high into the air before it fell in sprinkles back to the earth.

“Miss Sunny?” A young girl called behind her.

She turned to see Sarah, one of her favorite students, coming down the path. The girl paused and grinned when she saw the man standing there.

“I see you’ve already met my dad,” Sarah grinned.

“Not officially,” the man replied, extending his hand. “I’m Joel. I think Sarah called you Miss Sunny?”

She shook his hand, trying not to focus on how large and rough it was. “That’s what my students call me. My name is -”

“Sunny suits you,” he interrupted. Joel dropped her hand and slid it into his pocket as he regarded the woman before him.

“So you’re Sarah’s dad? She speaks very highly of you,” Sunny informed him, smiling at the way he ducked his head and chuckled before returning his gaze to her face.

“I assure you that I can’t possibly all be true.” Joel could feel the warmth tainting his cheeks and neck and prayed the beautiful woman in front of him didn’t notice.

She tiled her head with a curious hum before smiling. “I think we’ve been set up.”

Joel looked around and found that Sarah had gone, indeed leaving them alone near the pond. “I apologize for my daughter. I promise I raised her better than that.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I know how teenagers can be,” Sunny assured him. “But if you’ll excuse me, I need to -”

Her sentence was cut off when she tripped on a paving stone, pitching forward. His hands wrapped around her waist and kept her upright. He tried not to think about the softness under his palms.

“Are you okay?” He asked as she righted herself.

“Yeah, just a clumsy moment. More embarrassed than anything,” she chuckled nervously.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. But maybe there should be something said to the maintenance staff. That stone is the least of the problems with this place.” His eyes swept the area and, with a shake of his head, he continued. “They would have better grass retention if they had more of the native grasses and trees. Even inside of the golf course I can see patches of overwatering or underwatering and -” He stopped abruptly, color flooding his sun tanned cheeks. “I’m sorry. Landscaping and construction are my job. I tend to ramble about those topics.”

“I’d like to hear more,” she smiled, “but I think you’ll need to let me go first.”

Joel realized the awkwardness of their position, her hands on his chest and his arms around her waist. He removed his hands swiftly and stepped back, stumbling slightly when his heel hit the edge of the lifted stone Sunny had tripped over moments before. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m gonna go.”

“Joel, wait,” she laughed.

“I really didn’t mean to hold on to you while I ranted about grass and trees.” Joel shoved his hands in his pockets and kept his gaze off of her face, missing the amusement dancing in her eyes.

“It’s really okay,” she insisted. “I wasn’t uncomfortable. I don’t want Sarah to come looking for you and get the wrong idea.”

“And what would be the wrong idea?” He raised his brows and smirked, wondering if he could fluster her as easily as she flustered him when she pointed out their proximity.

“That you and I are making out in the garden of the country club five minutes after meeting.”

Joel was impressed with her composure, though he supposed she had to be pretty good at keeping calm when she’s teaching middle school. “I guess that would be wrong,” he nodded, emphasizing the word in a low voice, trying not to think about how her lips might feel against his own.

“Not that it would be wrong to make out with you,” she added in a rush, “but it wouldn’t be the best example for her. Or the other kids. Or -”

“I’m teasing you,” he grinned slyly.

She feigned offense and he laughed, his eyes crinkling with the width of his smile.

“I see the two of you are having a good time.”

Joel and Sunny turned to see Sarah standing on the path, a smug smile on her face. They shared a look and shrugged in tandem, chuckling at their synced movements.

“Are you ready to go, kid?” Joel asked, secretly hoping she’d say  no.

“And if I am?”

Joel looked at her quizzically, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to figure out what she meant.

“If I am ready to leave, are you going to ask Miss Sunny to dinner?”

Sunny bit her lip to suppress a giggle. Sarah had dropped all pretense of being subtle. There was something about the certainty she held that made Sunny do something spontaneous. “How about the two of you come for dinner tonight? I don’t have anything special planned but I would like to spend time with you.”

“I have plans but my dad will be there at six,” Sarah answered for him.

Joel’s jaw dropped at his daughter making plans for him. “And what plans do you have young lady?”

“Staying out of your way so that you can find a small bit of joy,” she retorted immediately, as if she was awaiting his pushback.

Joel sputtered before finally sighing in defeat. “Make sure Tommy is free -”

“Oh, Uncle Tommy is going to take Dylan and I to the soda shop,” Sarah announced, “I already talked to him.”

Joel turned to Sunny, a nervous excitement in his eyes. “How about dinner with just me?”

“Sounds wonderful,” she agreed with a wide smile, their eyes not leaving one anther's.

“Six o’clock?” Joel asked for confirmation.

“Better make it seven, Dad,” Sarah corrected. “You have to change. I will not send you on a date dressed as a banana.”

Sunny could no longer contain her laughter and threw her head back. When she composed herself, she turned to the young girl. “Sarah, my phone is at the bar. Please go add your dad to my contacts.”

Sarah nodded and walked back inside, leaving Joel alone with her teacher once again.

“You can back out, you know,” she offered, “I know it was kind of sprung on you.”

“No, I’d like to go to dinner with you. As long as you’re okay with it?”

“I’d love it. I’ll text you my address?”

Joel nodded and Sunny turned away, pausing a few feet down the path and turning back. “I don’t think you look like a banana, by the way. Yellow happens to be one of my favorite colors.”

[joelmillerisapunk]

my dirty little secret

no outbreak bfd!Joel Miller x f!reader

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↳ Wordcount: 5,422

↳ Summary: Since staying at the Millers, you've done nothing but tease Joel, seeing just how far you can push him. Joel's tired of it and decides it's time to take control of the situation.

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↳ Joel's tired of being hard all the fucking time while you're around and gives you a taste of your own medicine.

↳ Warnings: 18+, soft but dom, large age gap (make it your own 🩷), teasing, unprotected p in v, use of "daddy, baby girl, good girl" slight use of "slut" and "brat"

↳ Notes: Hi, this is the first fic I've ever posted anywhere and the first smut I've ever written. I'm scared beyond belief, but I hope you enjoy 🥰 dividers by @saradika-graphics. This was inspired from many different songs and that scene in preoutbreak where Joel's on the phone with Tommy in the gif I horribly made but it gave 'me giving daddy a nice treat while he's on the phone'.

Joel tried to avert his gaze,  but it was near impossible when you left the door halfway open.  It seemed like an intentional act, a performance meant solely for him. The way you nonchalantly slipped off your shirt, your bra following suit, revealing your bare shoulders and neck, was a sight that he couldn't ignore. He knew he shouldn't be watching, that it was wrong on so many levels. You were significantly younger than him and, more importantly, Sarah's best friend. But when your jeans dropped to the floor, and you bent over to remove them, Joel couldn't help the surge of blood that rushed to his cock.

He yearned for your panties to join the pile on the floor. As you started putting on your pajamas, he remained transfixed, watching your hips sway as you donned the tiniest pajama shorts he had ever seen, and the t-shirt from the previous night. He felt an urgent need to leave before you realized he was there, watching. But he couldn't bring himself to move.

Ever since you started staying with him and Sarah, you'd been a constant presence in his dreams. He couldn't fathom why, but the thought of you was never far from his mind. The dreams were always so vivid, so real, and they left him yearning for more. He wasn't sure if it was you or your presence that attracted him. But the urge to reach out and touch you, to feel the softness of your skin under his fingers, was becoming increasingly difficult to resist.

In his dreams, he'd already crossed that line, reaching out to you, pulling you close. His cock twitched at the memory, and he groaned softly, his imagination running wild. When he finally opened his eyes, he realized you had finished dressing. He quickly left, hoping to escape before you caught him. But the image of you, half-naked, was burned into his mind, a sight he knew he wouldn't be able to forget anytime soon.

As soon as you were certain Joel had left, you tiptoed to the door, peeking around the corner. Seeing no one, I giggled to myself and closed the door. The thought of Joel had been consuming you ever since you first met him and Sarah during your first day of college. Watching him lug around heavy boxes, his thick arms straining with the effort, had sparked something within you. You couldn't help but imagine what those large hands would feel like on your body.

So, when you found yourself in need of a place to stay, you couldn't have been more grateful for the Miller's hospitality. They welcomed you with open arms, offering you a room as long as you needed it. And you couldn't resist the urge to test the waters, to see just how far you could push Joel.

In your mind, you were determined to break him, to make it impossible for him to resist you. Every glance, every touch, was a calculated move on your part. You wanted him to see you, to really see you, and to want you just as much as you wanted him.

Your mind wandered back to the way his eyes had lingered on your body, the way his breath had caught in his throat. It was a small victory, but it was enough to keep you going, to keep pushing the boundaries.

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on your face as you slowly stirred from your slumber. The scent of pancakes and coffee wafted up from downstairs, mingling with the faint sound of music coming from down the hall. Your bed was soft and inviting, but you knew you needed to start your day.

You made your way to the bathroom, still half-asleep, eager to take a quick shower and start your day. But as you opened the door, you were met with an unexpected sight. Joel was in the shower, completely unaware of your presence.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But you couldn't resist the temptation to take a peek. You positioned yourself behind the privacy wall, peeking around the corner just enough to catch a glimpse.

Joel was soaping himself up, completely oblivious to your presence. You couldn't help but notice the way the water droplets slid down his muscular arms and chest, tracing a path through the greyed hairs that decorated his body. You imagined what it would be like to run your fingers down his toned chest, feeling the strength and warmth of his body beneath your fingertips.

The sight of him took your breath away, and you couldn't help but feel a stirring of desire deep within you. You had always found Joel attractive, but in that moment, you realized just how much he had been consuming your thoughts.

Joel suddenly turned off the shower and turned around, catching you mid-peek. Your eyes were still glued to him, and you couldn't help but stare at his god-like form, his body dripping with water. He couldn't help but smirk at you, his muscles glistening in the light.

Joel started walking toward you, stopping inches from your face. You could smell the body wash he had been using, and you felt your heart racing in your chest. You were frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

"Sorry, Mr. Miller, I thought the shower was free," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Joel just smiled at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"It's okay, darlin', I don't mind the company," he said, gently touching your face. You felt his strong hands on your skin, and you couldn't help but close your eyes for a moment, enjoying the embrace.

Joel leaned closer to you, his face almost touching yours. He put his other hand around your waist and pulled you against his wet, naked body. You could feel his warmth radiating off of him, and you couldn't help but shiver in anticipation. "Mr. Miller - I," you started to say, but Joel interrupted you mid-sentence, covering your mouth with the hand resting on the side of your face.

"Shhhh," he whispered, pressing his lips against your ear. You shivered slightly as he sucked softly on your earlobe, sending goosebumps up and down your spine. He began to stroke your hair, and he whispered again, "You can't help it, can you? You wanted this, didn't you?" His voice was husky and deep, and it sent shivers down your spine. Your heart was racing, and you couldn't help but nod your head in agreement.

"You been with a man before?" he asked in a low voice as he moved his lips further south and down your neck. Joel's tongue flicked out lightly, grazing your collarbone, and you sighed at the sensation.

But you quickly remembered Joel was asking you a question, and you had to answer honestly.

You shook your head, "No" you squeaked quietly, "No sir," the truth was you had been with other men before, but they were no men compared to who you were with right now. Joel chuckled a bit, his cock definitely growing now.

"Oh sweet girl, I'm gonna show you how a real man's supposed to take care of you," he said, his voice low and husky. Suddenly Joel pushed you against the tile wall and pinned your hands above your head. He kissed you deeply, then moved his lips down your jaw, neck, and collarbone, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

As soon as Joel caught you peaking behind the wall, he lost all resolve. He knew you were playing some game, but right now all he could think about was getting inside you. With you in his arms, pressed against the wall, Joel pressed his lips to your neck, breathing you in and letting out a groan. Your nipples hardened in anticipation through the fabric of your thin pajama shirt.

Just as Joel was about to take you to his bed and fuck you senseless, he heard Sarah's rushed footsteps making their way up the stairs. Without wasting another second, Joel carried you to the shower and turned it on, hoping to muffle any sounds you might make. The water was cold at first, but Joel quickly adjusted the temperature, and you gasped as the warm water cascaded down your body.

"Dad? Breakfast is ready. It's gonna get cold!" Sarah called out, clearly wondering where Joel was.

"Uh yeah sorry kiddo, I'm coming," Joel called back, his voice strained with restraint. As he turned the shower off, you tried to pull his hand off your mouth, but his grip only tightened.

"Hurry up!" you both heard before the rushed steps back down the stairs. Joel let go of your mouth and pulled you to his bare chest. He buried his nose in your neck and inhaled deeply. You moaned in contentment.

"I think it might be time for me to get out, baby girl," Joel murmured, his voice low and husky. He could feel how needy you were, and he was desperate to get inside you. Your body warmed furiously, and you nodded against his shoulder before slowly pushing yourself away from him. Before leaving the shower, he grabbed your chin in his hands and tilted it, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Daddy's gonna take care of you, don't worry." He grinned before wrapping a towel around his waist. He left the bathroom, leaving you to get dressed and compose yourself.

After your little encounter in the shower, Joel couldn't help but steal glances at you throughout dinner. He sat across from you at the table, trying to maintain his composure as he listened to Sarah chatter on about her day. But his thoughts kept wandering back to you, to the way you felt in his arms, to the way you responded to his touch.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for betraying Sarah's trust, but he couldn't deny the feelings that had awakened within him. You were a breath of fresh air, a ray of sunshine in his otherwise mundane life. You made him feel alive, and he couldn't help but be drawn to you.

You tried to focus on the conversation, but you couldn't help but steal glances at Joel as well. You couldn't help but think about the shower, about the way his body felt against yours, about the way he looked at you with such intensity. You hadn't even kissed him yet, but you couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him.

Taking advantage of the distraction, you allowed your foot to brush against Joel's under the table. You felt him stiffen slightly, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he subtly moved his foot closer to yours, letting you know he was enjoying it.

As Sarah kept talking, you couldn't help but let your mind wander. You imagined what it would be like to kiss Joel, to feel his lips on yours. You imagined what it would be like to run your hands over his body, to feel his muscles tense beneath your fingertips. Before you knew it, your foot had made its way up Joel's inner thigh, stopping just short of his hardening cock. Joel jolted in his chair, trying to maintain his composure as he felt your foot against him.

He tried to shift in his seat to create distance, but your leg always seemed to find its way back. This time, it made its way to the tip of his very hard cock. Before he could think, he quickly put his hand on top of your foot to hold it down. But it was too late. Sarah looked confused when he did so, and Joel just smiled at her apologetically. He couldn't say anything because he felt like he might come any second. When he finally regained his composure, he cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I'll clean up in a bit, need to use the washroom." Without missing a beat, he bolted out of his chair and was walking a little too fast upstairs.

After your footplay under the table, Joel excused himself and went upstairs to collect himself. When he returned, he found the kitchen cleaned up and you sitting on the couch. He sat down next to you and asked, "Where's Sarah?" You looked over at him, smirking playfully. "She said your cooking made her sick."

Joel laughed at your comment and moved closer to you. He brushed his finger along the soft flesh on the inside of your thigh, causing your breath to catch in your throat. "You're playing a dangerous game little girl, and I think you know that." He whispered huskily against your skin, leaning closer to you until his lips touched your neck. He gently nibbled your earlobe before whispering, "But, I don't mind playing dirty."

He placed his mouth softly against your earlobe, causing you to shiver with anticipation. His hand was now moving further and further up your inner thigh until it just brushed over your throbbing clit. His lips still hovered by your ear. "You're quite the little brat, aren't you?" He murmured. "Thinking you can tease me like that, huh? Gotta play by my rules right now, I'm in charge tonight... and you're gonna behave, is that understood little girl?"

But you were still feeling a little defiant. You wanted to see just how far you could push him. You pulled away, keeping your face inches from his. "You think you can tame me?" You questioned, watching as his eyes darkened slightly. Joel grabbed your face roughly with his calloused hands, causing you to back down a little in surprise.

"I don't like the word tame. I prefer the word... break." He said, his voice low and commanding. "If I'm gonna take charge, I'm gonna take it completely. I promise you, you're not gonna be wild by the end of the night. Not with the way you've been goin' around acting like a little slut. I'm not gonna sit back and watch you throw yourself at me. I'm not gonna be satisfied just sitting there waitin' for you. I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk. I don't plan on being patient tonight, so unless you want me to take you right here, right now..."

Before Joel could finish his sentence, you heard footsteps begin to descend the stairs. Joel immediately released your face and turned towards the staircase. You stood up, your heart beginning to pound wildly in your chest as rushes of adrenaline and arousal rushed through you. Joel stood up as well, taking a deep breath and attempting to steady himself. He glanced at you, and you could see the hunger in his eyes. You bit your lip, staring nervously back at him, 

The footsteps grew louder as Sarah descended the stairs, and it felt like time slowed as you both waited for her to make it down. She looked at the two of you suspiciously. "Uh, hey. Was just gonna watch a movie." she pointed to the couch where you and Joel had been sitting.

"Well, I think I'm gonna turn in early. I'm feeling a little tired. Enjoy your movie." You said, before heading upstairs. Joel's gaze watched your figure retreat up the steps, and he turned back to Sarah. "I got some paperwork to catch back up on. Enjoy your movie kiddo." He walked past Sarah and headed upstairs.

He was going to go to his room but something made him want to check in on you. So Joel approached your door and let it creak open slightly. To his dismay, you weren't there. Probably in the bathroom, he thought.

So he headed back down the hall to his room, and when he opened the door, there you were, on his bed.

Joel's jaw dropped slightly when his eyes connected with yours. He could barely focus on anything other than you, how you were lying, how you were breathing, how your hair looked, and how perfect your body was. Joel slowly closed the door after him and took a couple of slow steps toward you. You laid perfectly still, watching him with wide doe eyes - the ones of a tease, a brat who needed a real man to take control of her...and Joel was gonna deliver.

Joel made a quick glance to his door, before turning back to you. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Nah, I just thought you deserved a little surprise." You teased, while letting your hand run delicately down your body and under the band of your shorts. Joel was done with your games, your teasing. He was about to fuck you like you had never been fucked before. The look in your eyes was almost as arousing as the way your hand worked its way down your body.

You were giving him a look that screamed submission. It said you would do whatever he said if he only commanded it of you. So he leaned down, grabbing a chunk of your hair roughly in his hand, forcing your head upwards, causing you to gasp in surprise and arousal.

"You do exactly what daddy says, and I'll treat'ya real good baby." Joel, as if on cue, reached his other hand underneath your shorts. His fingers found their way to your pussy, lightly caressing you through the fabric of your panties. You couldn't help whimpering and moaning. Joel began massaging more intensely, increasing your pleasure with each second. It was all too much, and Joel was enjoying every second of it. Your moans became higher pitched and more desperate as he continued, "Daddy please."

 When the words "Daddy please" came from your sweet lips, Joel couldn't help but smile. A rush of heat landed in his abdomen, and he knew he had to take control of the situation.

He took his hands off of you and backed away from the bed completely. He sat in the chair in the corner and slowly undid his belt, letting it fall to the floor. "Come on, be daddy's good girl and get undressed."

As he sat there waiting, he continued to unbutton his pants and release the zipper. He never took his eyes off you as he let his cock free from the confines of all material. You couldn't help but whimper a little at the sight.

"Come on now, nice and slow baby, give daddy something nice to watch." He motioned for you to start undressing.

You stood from the bed and started with your top, ever so slowly lifting it over your head and letting it land beside you. As soon as your top hit the floor and your breasts were exposed, Joel let out a pleasurable groan.

You walked closer to Joel and grasped the waistband of your shorts. As soon as your tank top fell, and you walked toward him, you felt Joel place his hands on your wrist. "Let daddy help you."

With your wrist still in his hand, he led you to the chair he just got out of. "Bend over," he ordered. Joel pulled the chair closer, so he could reach your ass. You let out a shaky breath as he knelt behind you.

He slowly removed your shorts and panties, taking his time to admire every square inch of skin that came through. Finally, the materials were down your ankles and hitting the floor. Joel let out a deep primal moan, almost a groan at the sight, at the perfect globes sitting inches from his face.

When the words "Daddy please" came from your sweet lips, Joel couldn't help but smile. A rush of heat landed in his abdomen, and he knew he had to take control of the situation.

He took his hands off of you and backed away from the bed completely. He sat in the chair in the corner and slowly undid his belt, letting it fall to the floor. "Come on, be daddy's good girl and get undressed."

As he sat there waiting, he continued to unbutton his pants and release the zipper. He never took his eyes off you as he let his cock free from the confines of all material. You couldn't help but whimper a little at the sight.

"Come on now, nice and slow baby, give daddy something nice to watch." He motioned for you to start undressing.

You stood up from the bed, your heart pounding in your chest as you slowly lifted your top over your head, letting it fall to the floor beside you. As soon as your top hit the floor and your breasts were exposed, Joel let out a low groan of pleasure.

You walked closer to him, your legs feeling like jelly as you grasped the waistband of your shorts. As you began to slide them down, you felt Joel's hands on your wrist. "Let daddy help you," he said, his voice deep and husky.

With your wrist still in his hand, he led you to the chair he had just been sitting in. "Bend over," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You did as you were told, bending over the chair and exposing your ass to him. Joel pulled the chair closer, so he could reach you better, and you let out a shaky breath as you felt him kneel behind you.

He slowly removed your shorts and panties, taking his time to admire every inch of your skin that came into view. Finally, the materials were down your ankles and hitting the floor. Joel let out a deep primal moan, almost a groan at the sight of your perfect ass sitting inches from his face.

You weren't sure what you expected when you came into Joel's room, but here you were, face down, ass up on his bed. When Joel's large hands found their way onto the curves of your ass, squeezing tightly, you couldn't help but let out a gasp and whine.

You lifted your hips slightly, trying to relieve the ache forming between your legs. You could feel Joel's warm breath against your inner thighs as he teased you, inching upward to your clit.

Ever so lightly, he swiped his tongue over your clit, and the feeling sent waves of shivers shooting down your spine. You began to buck your hips up against his lips, trying to encourage him to continue. But Joel stopped suddenly and moved up, planting a kiss on your shoulder.

"Now let's see your pretty little mouth get to work, hmm?" he growled huskily into your ear.

You whimpered, not sure how to answer, too much in a lust overload, unable to speak or even process any coherent thoughts. Joel could tell you were caught up in the moment, gently guiding you to your knees so you were facing him.

"Come here," he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

Without hesitation, you crawled forward, positioning yourself between Joel's legs as he sat back on the chair. You placed your hands on his thighs as he guided you to kneel before him.

Once you were positioned, Joel bent forward, his hands reaching out to tangle in your hair. He guided your head down towards his lap, and you couldn't help but moan at the sight of his hard length in front of you.

You wrapped your hand around him, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin over the steel hardness beneath. Joel hissed in pleasure as you began to stroke him, your hand moving up and down his length.

"Open your mouth," Joel commanded, his voice low and husky.

You obeyed, parting your lips and letting him guide himself inside. You could feel him hit the back of your throat, and you struggled to suppress your gag reflex as he began to move in and out of your mouth.

Joel's hands tightened in your hair, pulling slightly as he thrust deeper. You could feel him hitting the back of your throat, and you tried your best to relax and take him in.

You could feel the saliva pooling in your mouth as you sucked him, your hand still moving in time with your mouth. The feeling of him in your mouth, the taste of him on your tongue, it was all so intoxicating. But before you could take him over the edge, Joel's lips met yours in a fiery kiss, his tongue parting your lips and exploring every inch of your mouth. It was a kiss full of passion and desire, a kiss that made your head spin and your heart race.

His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You moaned as he cupped your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples until they were hard and aching for more. Joel broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck and across your collarbone. You gasped as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine.

His hands were everywhere, touching and exploring every inch of your body until you were trembling with need. You couldn't help but whimper as his lips found your nipples, his tongue swirling around them before he sucked them into his mouth. Joel's hands travelled lower, cupping your ass and pulling you closer. You could feel his hard length pressed against you, and you couldn't help but grind against him.

"Please, Joel," you whispered, your voice barely audible. Joel's eyes darkened as he looked at you, his voice low and commanding. "Beg for it. Beg for what you want baby."

You whimpered, your mind hazy with lust as you tried to find the words. "Please, Joel. I need you. I need you inside me." His plan to have you please him orally was quickly forgotten as his overwhelming desire for you took over, he needed to have you. Now. Joel stood up, pulling you to your feet. Joel's grip on your hair tightened as he pulled you to your feet, his eyes blazing with desire. "You want me inside you, baby?" he growled, his voice full of raw need.

"Yes daddy," you whimpered, your body trembling with desire.

"Good girl," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're such a good girl, begging for what you want. Say it again.”

"Want you inside me, Joel. Please," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel's hands travelled down your body, cupping your ass and lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your core pressing against his hard length. "Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Yes, please, Joel. I need you," you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Joel walked over to the bed, laying you down on your back. He hovered over you, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly entered you. You gasped as he filled you, your body stretching to accommodate him.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," Joel murmured, his lips trailing down your neck as he continued to thrust into you. "So tight, so perfect."

"Yes, Daddy," you moaned, your hips meeting his thrust for thrust. "You feel so good inside me."

"Beg for it, baby," Joel commanded, his voice low and dominating. "Beg daddy to make you come."

"Please, Daddy," you begged, your voice trembling with need. "I need to come. Need you to make me come."

Joel's thrusts became harder, faster, his pace matching the desperation in your voice. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body tense with pleasure.

"Come for me, baby," Joel growled, his voice commanding. "Come for Daddy now."

With one final thrust, you came, your body convulsing with pleasure as you tried to stay quiet.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice full of satisfaction. "You're such a good girl, coming for Daddy like that."

Joel pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty and wanting. But before you could protest, he flipped you over onto your hands and knees.

"Daddy's going to take you from behind now," he growled, his hand coming down on your ass with a sharp smack.

You couldn't help but moan at the sting, your body tensing with anticipation. Joel positioned himself behind you, his hard length pressing against your entrance.

"You ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Yes, Daddy," you whimpered, your body trembling with need.

With one swift thrust, Joel was inside of you, filling you completely. You couldn't help the way your body trembled with pleasure.

Joel's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he began to thrust into you. Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body, your moans and whimpers filling the room.

"You like that, baby?" Joel asked, his voice full of raw need.

"Yes, Daddy. It feels so good," you gasped, your body begging for more.

Joel's thrusts became harder, faster, his pace matching the desperation in your voice. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body tense with pleasure.

"Come for me again, baby," Joel commanded, his voice low and dominating. "I want to feel you come apart around me." Joel's fingers dug into your hips as he continued to thrust into you, each movement causing you to moan and whimper with pleasure. He could feel your body tensing up once again, your walls clenching around him as you got closer and closer to another orgasm.

"That's it, baby. I want to feel you milking my cock with your tight little pussy," Joel growled, his voice full of raw need and desire.

His words sent you over the edge, your body convulsing with pleasure as you screamed out Joel's name into your own hands, to try to keep quiet. You felt him pulse inside of you, his warm release filling you up as he reached his own climax.

Joel collapsed onto your back, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close as he caught his breath.

"Fuck, baby. You’re such a good girl aren't cha?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

You couldn't help but smile, your body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. 

Joel slowly pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty and wanting once again. But before you could protest, he turned you over onto your back and climbed on top of you.

"I'm not done with you yet, baby," he growled, his eyes blazing with desire.

He captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as his hands roamed your body. He trailed his lips down your neck, across your collarbone, and down to your breasts.

He sucked one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue before moving onto the next. You couldn't help but moan, your body responding to his touch once again.

Joel's hand travelled lower, his fingers finding their way to your clit. He began to rub slow circles around it, causing you to gasp and writhe beneath him.

"Please, Joel. I need more," you begged, your voice trembling with need.

Joel's fingers dipped inside of you, curling up to hit that perfect spot. He began to thrust them in and out of you, his pace matching the urgency in your voice.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to another orgasm, your body tensing up as you reached the edge.

"Come on darlin’ I want to feel you come all over my fingers," Joel commanded, his voice dominating.

With one final thrust of his fingers, you shattered and your body convulsed in the same motions it had the last two or three, or - you had lost count at this point.

Joel pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. You couldn't help but watch him, your body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

"Mmmm, you taste so fucking good, baby," Joel murmured, his eyes blazing with desire.

He collapsed onto the bed next to you, pulling you into his arms and holding you close.

"I think I'm gonna keep ya around," Joel chuckled.

You couldn't help but smile, your body still trembling with pleasure. "I think I'm gonna let you," you whispered back. 

You weren't sure what the future held for the two of you, but in that moment, you were happy. You closed your eyes  as you snuggled closer to Joel, feeling safe and protected in his arms.

Thank you for reading. Take a second to let me know what you thot and I'll send you pictures of my baby cows 🐮🥹

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code breaker

premise: there’s always been something there, between the two of you. unspoken and filling in the cracks of those moments where joel is helping you out of a tough situation and your offering up a thank you and sweet smile. if only it didn’t take bloody knuckles and some band-aids to finally crack the code of that something.

pairing: joel miller x (f)reader

word count: 6.2k

warnings: eighteen+ content, unprotected p in v, smut with feelings really, fem receiving oral, friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, mentions of violence and blood, alcohol mention, toxic exes and relationships discussed, dirty talk, biting and love marks mention, lots of banter, au (preoutbreak).

note: i meant for this to be darker but it turned out wayyy more fluffy and i’m actually really happy about it. i hella edited this but it still feels choppy so if it is i’m sorry ya girl has bad eyes lmao. gif made by me so don’t be an ass and steal it tysm <3

There’s words you should be saying right now. Expressing. Spilling from your mouth in a heap of thank you, I appreciate you, what would I do without you always being there for me…

But they just can’t seem to come out. The speech part of your brain—and your heart—aching and prompting you to speak. To show courtesy, your vocal cords refuse to let you get out. Like your mouth has forgotten its purpose, your throat hoarse from screaming Joel’s name in the chaos of thrown fists, people shouting, men trying and failing to haul Joel’s weight off of the bloodied body below it.

The blood on his knuckles pulls your eyes in like a neon sign: caked, dark, and drying the longer the air gets to it. If it hurts Joel doesn’t state it—show it as he grips the steering wheel. You’ve never thrown a punch before, have never seen something like this up close and personal. You excelled at resolving conflicts before they arose. Never let arguments get past the phase of unfair yelling. But you would assume his knuckles must be aching, even if only a dull pounding.

You know for certain your ex's face is.

Good. 

You hadn’t expected him to show up at the bar, your job. Hadn’t expected him to start in on the possessive act—coincidently the local patrons were less than surprised at the all-too-cliché behavior. The town having labeled him as bad news ages ago. Something you had to learn the hard way, when you finally took off those rose colored glasses. 

Joel had been staring at you for the duration of the exchange. Even after your ex left to hang out with a group of his buddies in the corner, his gaze lingered on you.

"You alright?" He asked as he slid his glass towards you, his forearm leaning against the bar. A wordless nod letting you know he wanted another. 

"Yeah, he’s not the first creep I've had to deal with. It's in our DNA as women to deal with the lesser species of the male population."

"Can’t tell if that makes me feel better or worse as a father."

"Oh," you send him a sweet smile. Setting his refilled whiskey in front of him, "no creep dare mess with Sarah. I’ve seen her make jocks cry."

"That’s my girl, taught her well." The grin he wraps around the rim of the glass makes something girlish—and foolish—spark in your stomach. 

Maybe if you had a man like Joel in your life, you would be less likely to keep making the same mistakes with no-good assholes who are good for a week and bad for the rest of the 358 days. 

A girl can dream. 

And she has. Embarrassingly. 

The two of you had continued to talk, your hip pressed against the bar as you cleaned a glass; perhaps you had been smiling and laughing too hard at what Joel was saying because your ex was back and grabbing you from across the bar in an instant.

An action that quickly landed him passed out and bloodied on the bar floor, and your boss trying to make sure Joel hadn’t taught him too good of a lesson to have him see God. 

And while the adrenaline of shock had been bruising your heart against your rib cage, your lungs devoid of air—when Joel had put his non-bloody hand against your arm, calling your name (the white noise of the commotion in the bar creating an impenetrable barrier to your ear drums), a warm thumb under your chin pulling your attention away from the limp body on the floor and up into his eyes—that adrenaline melted and turned into serendipity. 

Gratefulness. 

Those girlish sparks turning into an entire flame that quickly engulfed you as he asked if you were okay. As he comforted you with a barely there touch on your arm and chin, concern in his dark eyes. Concern for what? Frightening you? 

When your gaze is drawn to his knuckles, his body language responds with a grimace. When you see the gashes only bone against bone brings. 

He’s worried he’s upset you. As if he's done something wrong.

When he insists on driving you home you don’t argue. Wouldn’t dream of it even if the circumstances were different. It wouldn't be the first time he drove you home because your beat-up car wouldn't start or because the weather was bad and your anxiety was high.

That’s the thing about Joel. 

He was always there. 

If you needed help, he always seemed to find time. 

Because of this, and the aforementioned beating your toxic ex to a pulp, you shouldn't be allowing the silence to spread between the two of you like strangers. Like something in the air was making everything awkward, like you hadn’t sat in his truck a dozen times before. Like he hasn’t gotten you out of a pinch (minus the blood) before. 

And after he’s pulled into your driveway, engine turned off, the cicadas and crickets filling the silence, it’s Joel who finally speaks. 

Who cracks that barrier you have mentally been trying so hard to climb over. 

"I’m sorry if I," he clears his throat, flexes his fingers against the steering wheel. "If I overstepped." 

And the ridiculousness of him even apologizing has your mouth finally moving into action. "Joel, no, oh my gosh, no." Your palm presses against your chest as you look at him apologetically; you should be the only one saying sorry, thanking him, worshiping at his feet for this. "I should be the one saying that. I should have handled it myself or-"

"Or what?" He looks almost angry, shocked at your words. "He had a hold of you, and no disrespect, but I ain’t ever seen you kill a fly, let alone throw a punch at someone." 

"Hey! I could punch someone." 

"Could and would are two different things." 

"You sayin I couldn’t?" 

"I’m sayin' you wouldn’t." 

"Not tough enough?" 

"Your heart's too big." 

"If you knew how hard I was holding back the urge to prove you wrong by bruising that bicep of yours, Joel Miller, you’d think differently." Your scowl and threat only seem to amuse him because he’s grinning at you. "You’re lucky you’re injured." 

"I’m shaking in my boots." 

"As you should be." The laugh the two of you share makes your cheeks burn.  On the outside, many could and have labeled Joel as a complicated man. A man who takes a lot of nudging and persistence to get to know past that surface-level workaholic grump he sometimes displays. But he’s a man who would lend a hand at the drop of a hat. A man with honor embedded in his very DNA.

There’s a list you’ve kept in the back of your mind that has every bullet point filled out and doodled hearts around the edges of all the reasons Joel is a good man. A man you trust. A man you adore.

"Thank you, Joel." He starts to shake his head, but you stop him with your palm resting on his forearm, "thank you. "You're right, I don't think I even know how to make a proper fist, let alone connect it." Your soft laugh makes the corners of his lips tick up. "You didn’t hesitate to help me. You never do. It means a lot to me, I hope you know that."

He nods, his eyes only on your face. Listening. Taking in every word you’re saying, even if you know he hates the fact that you’re thanking him for this. But he deserves to know how much you appreciate him.

Your hand moves to his wrist, gently yanking it away from his vice-like grip on the wheel. Your index finger runs along a vein at the top of his hand—the one spot the blood didn’t cake on to. "Does it hurt?" 

"No. Between the callouses and the whiskey, it’s nothing more than a cat scratch." 

"You should still get it looked at."

"You’re looking at it, aren’t ya?" 

Your eyes roll. "I’m not a doctor, Joel." 

"All a doctors gonna tell me is to be more careful, hand me a band-aid, and charge me three hundred dollars."

"Well, in that case," you drop his hand and grab for the door. The dry summer air ineffective to your already burning skin from the man whose raising his brows at you, "I got band aids in the house, and I didn’t get to finish my shift, which means you owe me three hundred in tips alone sooo."

"There's barely three hundred people in this town, and you’re tellin me you make that in tips?" 

"Joel, just get in the damn house." You order, slamming the door of his truck and walking up the path to your front door. Smiling when you hear him huff and grumble under his breath as he gets out. 

A hiss—and a scowl so deadly it could scare away even the biggest and badest of grown men—has Joel’s hand twitching in your hold as you run a wet cloth along the tops of his knuckles. The fabric pulling up the caked on flecks of dried blood, the surface of the cuts along the bone already starting the healing process from being clotted with red. 

"I thought you said it didn’t hurt?" You smirk playfully. 

"Whiskey’s wearin' off," he grunts. 

"Or," you dab the cloth in the small cap of saline solution you’ve pulled from your first aid kit under the sink. Bringing it back to his skin to press gently across his cuts, his body tensing. "You’re human after all," his eyes roll. 

"Don’t alert the press." 

"Oh, they’ve already been informed." 

His hand rests on your thigh as you ball up some tissues to dry the area around his knuckles. Enough to keep the band-aids—the only thing he would allow you to use because gauze would just get in the way at work, he informed you when you insisted—from falling off. The heat from his palm burns through your jeans, and it's a blessing in and of itself that you're ignoring how it makes your insides feel; how your body's warmth is no match for how hot he feels. His legs are spread, body slouched against your couch, his knee against yours. A closeness he’s never been before. A casual touch and directness between friends that shouldn’t be making you feel feverish and cheeky. 

When he flexes his fingers a couple times and his fingertips run along the top of your thigh, you find yourself wishing you’d worn a dress to work. A skirt. Anything to have been able to feel him do that against your bare skin. A thought you chide yourself for. A thought you hope isn’t written all over your face when you look over at Joel and he’s staring at you. Eyes darker, expression unreadable and stoic, in that way you can never tell what emotion he’s feeling at that exact moment. He gives nothing away but still sends your stomach plummeting. 

After the band-aids have been stuck and you’ve cleaned up the mess on your coffee table you offer him a drink. 

"Unless you have to get back to Sarah, then I understand."

"She’s with a friend tonight." 

"You gonna tell her how you saved the day, all knight and shining armor style?" You tease as you walk back to the living room with two beers in hand, putting one in Joel’s outstretched one and the other to your lips. Taking a sip as you take your place beside him once again, this time a leg pulled under you as you face him. 

He snorts, "don’t know about all that."

"I’m sure word has already gotten around. Her friends are probably gabbing about how heroic Mr. Miller is, a real prince charming." You laugh when you see his grin. 

"Or," he says, swallowing the sip he's just taken. "She’ll give me that death glare that all teenagers possess after puberty, you know the one?"

"Oh, I know the one. Mine was so fierce my mother banned it from our house."

"It’s deadly."

"Truly."

"I’m sure prince charming will be the last thing connected to my actions. Rage and jackass sound more on the money." 

You frown. Watch as he stares down at the result of the rage he thinks will now be accompanied with his name. Tarnishing it that now people will forget the kindness that was once there, the man whose hardworking now turned into something vile all because of an act of heroism some might find obscene; with how much blood and possible damage it has caused to one mans face, you could understand why such an act would be. 

But to you—and those who knew how horrible your ex had been, how he had deserved every bone crunching punch, every spit of blood and teeth choked on—you knew that what Joel did was right. And maybe, somewhere deep down in those morals against violence everyone gets handed out to them at birth, you knew that Joel could be sitting in a jail cell instead of on your couch if those punches had been any worse. If it had been pure untamed rage like some will say. 

"You’re a good man, Joel. So you potentially hospitalized an asshole, who hasn’t?" Your heart leaps in your chest when he laughs, and you thank God that your joke landed. Thank him that this man with his disheveled hair that's begging to have a hand run through it, work shirt and jeans looking like they’ve seen better days—is in your life. Not every girl has someone willing to bruise another man's face while destroying the hand that's needed to do their job properly.

No one had acted as quick as Joel had. 

Joel Miller was a good man. 

"What did you see in him anyway?" Joel asks, taking another sip of his beer. His gaze is drawn to you from the hole he was burning into his hand. 

And if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know. 

Couldn’t answer that question with the full truth because you didn’t know why you always went for the assholes. The guys who liked to scream instead of talk it out. Who liked to steal money from your wallet for booze or a habit they couldn’t kick. The ones who never remembered your birthday but made sure didn't forget theirs.

Your father had been a great man. Your mother an amazing woman. You couldn’t take the easy way out and blame it on family trauma. 

So you answered with the only viable reason that came to mind. 

"Loneliness makes you ignore all the bad stuff." You take a sip, swallow it down (washing away the pinpricks of potential embarrassment for being so brutally honest with Joel). "It makes you talk yourself out of throwing all their stuff to the curb or burning it in your backyard, because it’s not always bad. Some days are good. Some of them wait to be assholes before the novelty wears off; others wait until you're two years in and they’ve already slept with half the town behind your back. And some will bring you flowers every time they mess up, until one day you look around and realize you don't have any room to put this new vase and there's dried flower petals all over your floors. But hey, at least you’re not lonely, and your house smells really good." 

The smile on your lips fades when you see the look on Joel’s face. See that he’s finding no humor in this story. And the gulp that swallows down the beer in your hands burns your throat the entire way down. Your cheeks are burning, and you have to look away from him. Distract yourself by picking at the label on the bottle. 

"Or maybe it’s as cliché as saying I haven’t found the right one yet." You try to save, nervously chuckling under your breath. In hopes that he forgets everything you’ve just said and clings to this one shitty joke. 

"Look at me."

You do, and you wish you hadn’t. The roughness of his voice makes your stomach swoop and fall like a rollercoaster of emotions you did not prepare yourself for. Hadn’t imagined this being in your future when you’d walked into work. But you’re looking at him. Meeting his eyes. Seeing the stern glower in them before he speaks. 

There’s a million things you imagine him saying. Telling you how much better you are than that, than all of those meaningless assholes. How you deserve better, and you’ll find it someday. Hell, you expect him to scold you with how low his brows are.

What you don’t expect is to feel his lips on yours. His fingers digging into the skin at the back of your neck, his chest inches from your now-heaving one. And it renders you speechless. Still. Your brain not computing with the signals your nerves are giving off right now. 

When he pulls away and looks at you, it takes you several blinks to meet his gaze. The air in your lungs weighing your chest down. You shouldn’t speak. Should allow yourself to get your bearings in order. To catch your breath and sort through everything you’re feeling right now. "Was that a pity kiss?" 

"A what—pity kiss?" 

"Cause of the," you swallow, lick your lips, "of the aforementioned assholes?" 

Joel’s breath fans across your face when he chuckles, "anyone who’d pity kiss you deserves to be added to that list of assholes. And I might be on many asshole lists, but hopefully not on yours." The fingers on your neck skate forward to your cheek, thumb pressed gently along your jawline. His features grow serious again. "I didn’t just knock that asshole out because he had it comin'. And if you haven't noticed, I’m either working or at home with Sarah. Both keepin' me more than busy."

"Too busy to be making house calls for leaky faucets and tarnishing your good name with your fists?" 

"Exactly." 

There's a long pause between you two, as if you're both waiting for the other to say something, anything, to put these unspoken mutual feelings out there.

"Joel, are you saying you coming over to fix my faucet and staying for the occasional beer was you…flirting?" The grin he gives you makes you laugh, "who taught you how to flirt? And please don’t say Tommy."

"No. If I had listened to him we’d be–" he doesn’t finish. Just shakes his head and chuckles under his breath. 

And maybe affirmative action with your hands wasn’t your forte, maybe you couldn’t do what needed to be done when it came in the form of actions. But when it came to words, to saying what you wanted, needed, craved when it was right here in front of you being hinted and teased at, you didn’t hesitate. 

"Maybe you should have listened to Tommy." Your hand mirrors his own, resting on his cheek. You already knew he ran hot from his palm alone. But his cheek feels just as warm as you do, burning right through to your bones. His gaze falls to your parted lips, and a decision is made in the seconds it takes him to return his gaze to yours.

An agreement. 

"C'mere." His lips collide with yours in a heated kiss of nicks of teeth and tongue that taste like whiskey and beer and something that your brain will forever recognize as Joel. A taste you know you’ll be wanting to swallow down again and again. To feel the burn of his beard against your chin until your skin is raw and blotchy from how hard his mouth is devouring yours. An arm wrapped around your waist pulls you into his lap, and your forgotten beers spill and stain the cushions of your couch. "Shit, sorry, let me," Joel starts, but you stop him with your hands on his cheeks. 

"Leave it, just come here." You insist, lips returning to his. 

"Yes, ma’am." His smirk molds to your mouth, wipes away as his tongue runs along your bottom lip to press against yours. A hand on your ass squeezes and presses you forward so you’re grinding against his lap. The seam of your jeans rubs up against the wet patch that's quickly forming on the fabric of your underwear, becoming sticky and clinging to your pussy. Joel's other hand runs down the column of your neck, gripping and pulling you away from his mouth so that his lips can latch onto your sensitive skin. A gasp leaving your lungs, teeth and tongue making you shudder and cling to his shoulders. 

Shoulders you don't let go of until your back hits the mattress and you're both pulling your shirts above your heads, your fingers quickly working the clip of your bra, joining the discarded pile of shirts and shoes on your bedroom floor.

Your heart feels as if it’s beating a hole through your chest, like it’ll fall into Joel’s hands as he leans over your body, knees between your open legs, as his palms run down your chest, between your breasts. Over the globes of them, calloused thumb circling around your nipple. Your breath caught in your throat as you press yourself up into his touch. He’s taking you in, letting his eyes trail every dip, possible mole, scar, and marking on your skin. How your chest heaves in response to his hand. How your breasts fit in his palm. How you gasp and cry into the air when he leans down and swirls his tongue around one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth, teeth lightly scraping against the sensitive flesh when he pulls off and does the same to the other one. 

His mouth finding its way back to yours again. His hips canting against yours; you can feel his cock digging into your thigh. And when you let your hand skate between the two of you to give him more friction. A dizzying desire to feel more of his heat and need for you burning through your skin and to your core, where you truly crave him. 

The deep grunt that falls from his mouth and onto your waiting tongue sends a shockwave of arousal through your entire body. Being. You want to hear it again, want to pull every noise from this man with your body and mouth until you are both drained and cursing yourselves for not doing this sooner. And you know he wants to do the same. Wants to catalog every pressure point and sensitive bit of your flesh so he can draw this out, can rile you up with a simple touch, scrape of teeth, run of his tongue along your jugular. Until you tell him how badly you can’t stand not having him inside of you. 

He's leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach, his fingers digging into the skin above your jeans, holding your hips still. Preventing you from moving them the way you want to from each press and prickle from his mouth and beard—scalding the nerves of your skin and making your insides whirl. 

"Lift your hips for me, sweetheart." Joel murmurs into your skin as his fingers curl into the waistband of your jeans. Your body feels barren and cool away from his heat as he sits back on his knees, your hips lifting as he frees your legs from their confines. His thumb runs along the lace of your underwear, dipping lower and lower until it’s pressing into that wet spot. A silent, smug praise tugs at the corner of his lopsided smile as his eyes look up to yours.

If your mind was working coherently and not filled with Joel Joel Joel (the way he smells woodsy and rugged, the way something deep and gruff reverberates in his chest when your teeth sink into the skin of his neck, and how he keeps looking at you like a fine art piece hung in the Louvre. Movements quick and gentle as he pulls your underwear down your thighs, making quick work to push your legs apart, fingers digging into the back of your thigh as he lets himself take his time adorning you fully on display for him) there'd be a sassy remark aimed at him.

The callus of his thumb nicks your swollen clit, eliciting a whimper from your lips, your hips following the descent of his finger as it spreads you apart. Trailing a line from your clit to dip into your entrance, gathering your arousal on the pad of his finger, his eyes on yours as he presses it against his tongue. A burning hunger in his eyes as he sucks your wetness from his fingers. 

You're a panting mess by the time Joel positions his head between your legs, arms wrapped behind your thighs, lips, teeth, and tongue trailing up your inner thigh. Your fingers clench the blanket in anticipation, need, and want. The closer his mouth gets to your center, the more you can feel his hot breath moving in, the potential love bites and marks he’s leaving on your inner thigh—all a certain type of torture you don’t think you’re strong enough to put up with right now. 

You lift your head to start begging, to plead with your torturer, but he’s speaking before you can. 

"Wanna take my time, sweetheart." His tongue swirls at the joint of your inner thigh. And just as earlier, the words you mean to get out, to speak from the storm cloud of lust in your head, die in the back of your throat when Joel runs the flat of his tongue up the seam of your pussy. The torturous muscle wraps you around his tongue, following the slowest path to your clit, until the tip of his tongue flicks, making a pattern of strokes and licks, until his lips wrap around the swollen nerve, making you feel delirious. Keeps pulling gasps, moans, and pants of pleasure and ecstasy from your parted mouth; head thrown back on pillows; legs trembling around his head from the blazing fire that grows and grows the more he consumes you.

The more his nose nicks your clit when he fucks you with his tongue, the more his fingers dig into your quivering legs to keep you anchored to the bed and his mouth. 

It feels like hours with how slowly he goes. Keeps you dangling from the ledge with every stroke and suck. Every soothing indent his fingers are leaving in your thigh. Your skin slicked with sweat, knuckles cramped from its grip in the blanket. When your moans go up in pitch he goes slower in that motion, that spot that has you seeing stars. Then he lets your breath come back to you with slow strokes of his tongue at your entrance, giving attention to the other parts of you that you didn’t think could elicit such erotic noises from your lungs. 

Your fingers find their way into those disheveled strands you’ve been waiting a lifetime to thread through. To pull and keep yourself from the feeling of floating away from the intensity of the pleasure. From your orgasm coming closer and closer until you’re panting his name, "Joel, Joel, Joel–fuck," your body shaking, the cries pulled out from this man burning your throat as you finally fall from the ledge and into him; his tongue coated in you, his chin wet with your essence. 

Your body sensitive and heavy as you come down, a sweaty heat making you feel sticky. Joel’s fingers seem to bypass every sensitive part though, as his palm caresses the tops of your thighs, your hips, your curves, the side of your breast. Until he’s reached your burning cheeks, mouth pressing the gentlest of kisses to your lips. The kiss was slow and gentle. Your arousal coats your taste buds when his tongue meets yours.

The kiss feeling more intimate than before, more heady. Knocking you right back on that loop you just got off of. That ache and throb he just sedated starting again in your belly, moving to where your thighs are soaked. 

"You’re overdressed," you murmur against his lips. Joel kisses you again, your open mouths exchanging a breathy chuckle.

"Do you wanna change that?" 

The question holds more than just the surface level of a joke and an answer of "yeah, obviously."  There’s a seriousness to it that makes you pull back from his lips and stare up at him. His thumb traces a soothing pattern into the bottom of your chin, his eyes holding an unspoken reassurance that he’s fine with it ending right here. With him just pleasing you, getting to take you apart and reassemble you with tender touches and a torturous mouth.

It can be all about you.

It is all about you.

You deserve nothing less.

His eyes and soft grin speak unspoken. 

Your nod is slow and reassuring. Your fingertips copy the motions of his thumb against the patches of skin in his damp beard. "Unless you’d rather help me get the stain out of my couch that you caused."

"I caused?" His brows shoot up. 

"It's to be expected when you can't keep your hands off of me," you say before shrieking as he pinches your side. His lips kissing your scowl away—a problem you foresee in the near future.

The kiss lasts for minutes (centuries you wish). Your fingertips never lift from the other's face, moving along jawlines, chins, and cheek bones. His chest comfortably against yours, giving you that heat you missed so dearly. His cock still stiff and hot in his jeans, grinding slowly against your pelvis. 

Is this how it’s supposed to feel? When feelings haven't even been discussed yet, but you just know? Already know what each touch, kiss, and caress holds behind it. Telling a wordless story in the way he had wanted to give you pleasure first—to taste—and take his time making you feel everything his mouth could do. Everything he wanted to do to you.

He wasn’t thinking about himself after the fact. Wasn’t rushing to put you in a position that made it all about his pleasure. Giving you little to no space to cool down, regain your bearings, and have that fire slowly relight and become more tantalizing, as he is right now.

You really did date assholes. 

Your fingers move to his chest, splaying your palm along his body until you’ve reached where he’s hard and pressing against you. Your fingers curl around the outline of him. Stroking, massaging. 

"I want you, Joel." You breathe into his mouth. 

He growls against your lips in something akin to frustration and agony. It makes something inside of you sink, overthink that maybe he doesn’t actually want to push it past the points you’ve already reached. Maybe it’s too much, all too soon, for this new territory of your friendship—even if it already seemed a little too late with the couch confessions and his saliva still coating your center. 

He must see the thoughts volleying in your head because he’s scolding himself under his breath and shaking his head. A soothing touch placed on your skin. "I feel like I’m some horny teenager again, with how bad I want you." His chuckle soothes your heart, "I don’t have-"

And you can't help but laugh at his waving hand towards his pockets and the sentence he's about to finish.

"Jesus, Joel. Bless anyone who's ever thought you were the ungentlemanly type." Here you were worrying about whether or not he wanted you, the proof being clearer than just his dick against your fingers. While the only thing on his mind was protection. 

"Glad I’m amusin’ to you." 

Cupping his cheeks, you pull him back to your lips. "All a girl wants is a decent man to make her laugh, not break her heart, and be able to make her come. And so far you’ve done all three." You let your tongue slip between your mouths and run along his bottom lip, "I’m good if you are." 

I’m clean.

I take a little pill every day because life is chaotic enough and I don’t want any surprises. 

We’re protected.

Now take me already.

The drag of your tongue, the roll of your hips against him, the little whimper you let out when he bites your lip—speaks for you.

It’s all either of you needs to rid Joel of his jeans: hands tangled in belt loops, tugs, pulls, pushing until he’s completely bare in front of you. Your breath hitches when you feel the underside of his cock spreading you and running along your clit slowly and languidly. The heat of him feels nothing compared to your own, the throb and ache of requisite in every roll and drag. 

And when neither of you can stand it anymore, when he’s grunting and you’re begging, he leans up on an elbow, hand wrapped around his cock, lining himself up to your entrance. Your breath leaves your lungs, stomach falling falling down to where he’s pushing into you. Stretching you, filling you until there’s no telling where either of you ends or begins. Attached by that intangible string of pleasure and bliss of only being able to feel each other.

"Fuck," Joel groans. Mouth finding your shoulder, breath hot and heavy. His thrusts start leisurely, taking his time in that way you’re learning he loves to do. Loves to compartmentalize up what you need—more, faster, harder. Going off of the moans panted into his neck, nails digging into his back. 

There's a hand gripped in the pillow beside your head, another at your breast, his mouth connected to your neck, your jaw, your chin, your lips. His hips slamming against your open thighs, thrusts deep, sharp. His cock hitting places that make your back arch, his name strung together with pleas for more. The slapping of skin and wet squelching of bodily fluids between the two of you making a symphony of lewd delight. 

When the hand at your breast hikes up one of your legs, the cry you let out is swallowed by his mouth. The deeper he fucks into you, the more your body shakes, the more you feel him completely consuming you. turning you into someone who will never get enough of this. Of him. Of how good he's making you feel. 

"Sound s’pretty," his tongue brushes against the underside of your chin, teeth nipping at the bone. A trail of him brought down to the shell of your ear. Where his heavy breaths and grunts fill you just as his cock does. Fills you to the brink of pain turned satisfying pleasure, as each stroke brings you closer to a precipice he’s already pushed you from. "Can’t believe I held myself back from you."

"Joel."

"I should knock out every asshole who thought to hurt you, t’not love you the way you deserve. Put you first," he slips his hand between your slick bodies, palm hot against your pelvis as his thumb rubs fast tight circles around your clit. His words getting filthier, ragged. Becoming heaving breaths against your ear as he fucks you faster. As his thumb matches the pace, as you grow closer and closer. Led by his words and pushed over by his cock. 

"That’s it, sweetheart." He’s encourages as you come. As he fucks you through it, as that white-hot heat makes your body contort against his. Cling and squeeze around him. The string of groans and curses, your name mixed with something incoherent but soft and deep, makes your chest swish—bit into your skin as Joel comes not long after. 

And after the two of you have cleaned up enough to call it satisfactory, two new beers condensing on your night stand. Your cheek pressed into his chest as your bodies lay pressed together under your sheet. His chin resting atop your forehead, a soft brush of fingertips at your spine—there’s cheesy grins on your faces, "Tommy’s going to have a heyday."

"He owes me fifty bucks."

There’s faux shock on your face when you turn and lean on your elbow to look at him, "excuse me?"

"He didn't think I'd ever tell ya," Joel shrugs as his hand caresses your shoulder. A fondness in his eyes, "I never do anything for myself." You press a kiss to his thumb, "I think we both deserve something good for once though." 

"I guess I solved the mystery of how to get Joel Miller to be soft," you joke. Nip at the skin of his thumb playfully. 

"I ain’t soft." He grumbles.

"Postcoitous Joel disagrees with that statement," you say. The dramatic roll his eyes do makes you laugh. Your teeth nipping his thumb harder, a bite this time, you shift so you’re on top of him. Sitting up on your knees. "Since this bet is half at my expense.."

"Expense, huh?" His palm grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, causing you to rock in his lap. His cock already twitching to life again.

"I think we should get you your money's worth," you smirk.

"That's the smartest thing you've said all night," his fingers tangled in your back hair, pulling your mouth down to his in a hard kiss, before you get the chance to at least pretend to be offended.

[alt-vera]

If you’re taking Joel requests, can I suggest a pre-virus where you’re being a good neighbourly citizen and always bringing him extra food you’ve cooked when you know he’s had a late shift (for Sarah and him) and one night there’s a knock at your door and he returns the favour of gifting you food, when Sarah’s at a friends house, so he stays for dinner and gets to know you except the dinner also comes with some slutty Joel

— cowboy take me away ⁀➷

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joel miller is surprised by how kind his new neighbour is. he decides he has to find a way to repay her.

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♡ | joel miller | 2.5k | ❛ cowboy take me away - the dixie chicks ❜

warnings: preoutbreak!joel miller. mentions of food/eating. thigh-riding. fingering. praise. piv sex. age gap. mdni.

note: very lowkey channeling that scene where jess brings rory food in gilmore girls n denies it was from him <3

❝ i wanna be the only one, for miles and miles, except for maybe you and your simple smile ❞

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JOEL HADN’T EXPECTED HIS NEW NEIGHBOUR TO BE SO… NEIGHBOURLY.

　Sure, he’d offer the polite wave and greeting every time the two of you would leave your houses at the same time, have small conversations when getting the mail, even sending out the offer to help you fix anything wrong with your new place.

　But Joel never imagined that he’d come home after a late shift to Sarah telling him how earlier you’d dropped off food for the two of them, and he certainly didn’t expect for it to become a common occurrence.

　It’s almost as if you had a sixth sense for when he’d be working late and couldn’t make Sarah a proper dinner. Or maybe you were just observational.

　At first, Joel was hesitant. Sure, he knew you, but he didn’t know you. What if you were some psycho freak who put poison in the food just for kicks?

　But one cautious bite into the dinner you made, and Joel knew that wasn’t the case. This food was prepared with heavy TLC; tender love and care.

　After two weeks of your graciously received meals, Joel decided to return the favour. He’d whipped up a hearty pasta salad, excusing it as a reason to use the stray veggies in the fridge for a nice summertime meal. You also seemed the healthy type; he’d snuck peeks of you doing yoga in your backyard multiple times, sports bra and leggings doing nothing to hide your figure.

　As he hovered his meaty fist over the solid wood of your door, the first pins of doubt began to needle him. Was this weird? Joel hadn’t been able to acknowledge your kindness at all, simply because he hadn’t seen you since you began your nearly daily meal runs. It was almost as if you were a ghost, dropping the food off to Sarah and disappearing into the simmering sunset.

　‘No,’ He finally decided. ‘I’m simply returning a favour.’

　He rapped at your thick door, the knocks echoing through the quiet neighborhood being painted by the hues of the sunset. A soft summer breeze flowed around him, cradling him with the smell of lilacs and faint barbecue.

　He tried not to jump when you answered the door almost instantly, a smile gracing your youthful features as your eyes scanned him. He suddenly felt very subconscious in his worn grey tee and ratty jeans. He shifted his weight in the soles of his workboots.

　“Joel Miller,” You greeted, elation present in your voice. “What can i do for you?”

　You didn’t address your dinner droppings at all, and Joel struggled to not let his eyes crinkle in confusion at that. Maybe it wasn’t you doing it? Or maybe you wanted to leave the simple kindness at that. Simple.

　Maybe he was overthinking everything, given he’d been there for only a minute.

　“I, uh, brought this for you,” He said gruffly, awkwardly holding out the tupperware filled with his delicately cooked pasta salad.

　“Come on in,” You welcomed, waving him into the house and shutting the door behind you. He took in his surroundings, breathing in the smell of lavender and linen, noticing how clean your house was despite being moved in for less than a month. He’d figured there’d still be boxes scattered around, like there was when he first moved into his house with Sarah, but everything was pristine and spotless.

　“Did Sarah put you up to this?” You asked, disappearing into the house. Joel took this as a cue to follow you, dinner still in hand as he clumsily shook off his heavy boots, listening to the sound of your voice to find you. “I told her you guys didn’t need to do anything in return. I just wanted to be helpful.”

　“Uh, yeah, she did,” Joel replied. A big fat lie. He did this entirely of his own volition. “Said I should return the kindness.”

　“Well, you might as well join me,” You replied softly, and Joel watched as you already moved to the cupboards, grabbing plates and cutlery. “Is it just you? Or should i grab another place setting for Sarah.”

　“No, she’s stayin’ the night at a friends house,” He replied, sitting down in the oaky chair at your kitchen table, putting the food down carefully, as if it were glass and he were afraid to drop and break it.

　You brought the place settings to him, and he watched you as you neatly organized everything, the smell of fresh flowers tickling his nose from the vase in the centre of the round table.

　You even went as far as to serve the food for him, pouring him a glass of water and making sure he had everything he needed before serving yourself and sitting down to eat.

　Joel tried not to relish in the domesticity of it all.

　“You really don’t need to bring us food,” He said after swallowing a bite of the meal, the sweetness of bell pepper lingering on his tongue. “Sarah can cook—well, she can cook grilled cheese and use the microwave, and that’s about it, but—“

　“No, no, I don’t mind,” You replied, smiling at him before taking a quick sip of water. “Sarah told me it was just the two of you, and I usually make too much anyway. I’m used to cooking for a big family, and now that i’m by myself…” You trailed off. “Well, i guess i’m just not used to portioning for one.”

　“Big family?” Joel prompted after a moment, not wanting silence to dig it’s sharp claws into the comfortable atmosphere around the two of you.

　You nodded. “Yup. Three brothers, all on sports teams. My mom worked a lot, ‘cuz she was an RN, so i’d have to make a lot of food for those knuckleheads. Learned how to barbecue at a very young age.”

　A chuckle escaped Joel at that. “Yeah, I know the feeling. My brother Tommy, well, he was on the football team. I mean, i was too, but boy he could turn a family sized meal into a meal for one.”

　The conversation flowed easily as the two of you ate. Talking about family, and the past, and the present. How the job Joel was currently working on was taking longer than it should. How you were settling into the neighbourhood.

　After the plates were cleared you set a chilled beer in front of Joel, the condensation beading and running down to create a wet ring on the top of your table.

　As he reached for a sip from the now half-empty bottle he winced, a sharp pain shooting through the muscles in his shoulder.

　“Bum arm?” You asked, and Joel nodded silently.

　“Been given me trouble for a few days now,” He mumbled, turning the cuff in a sloppy circle. “Must’ve pulled a muscle or somethin’.”

　You pulled your chair to him, the legs scraping loudly against the floor. “Here, let me see,” You offered, gently taking his arm into your hands.

　“I’m a physical therapist,” You said softly, as if to explain your actions. Joel tried to ignore the smell of your perfume, and the soft tingles your feather-light grip left in it’s wake as you gently stretched his shoulder.

　You pulled your hands away, and Joel’s arm suddenly felt very cold, goosebumps raising on his skin.

　“Is that better?” You asked with a lopsided grin.

　Joel nodded, eyes studying your face now that he was closer to you. He traced your nose with your eyes, zeroing in on the slight tint on your cheeks and the way your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked. How your lips turned as you smiled, and how the faint beginnings of crows feet settled into the corners of your eyes.

　Without thinking, he kissed you. It was all too much for him; the floral smells, the proximity, the domesticated actions. It gave him a sense of warmth, drawing something deep within him that longed for someone to share life with. The feeling of home that your presence gave him.

　You kissed back, as if you were waiting patiently this whole time for him to make a move. Your lips melded into his, becoming whole as his tongue moved along yours, muscles twisting and melting into each other. When you pulled away you gazed at him with wide eyes, face heating into a rosy bloom and lips dewy and parted.

　No words left either of you as you led him up the stairs, steps creaking under your feet, and the absent minded thought crossed Joel’s brain that he’d have to come back and fix those steps for you.

　He lost all train of thought, though, when the two of you entered your bedroom. Clothes were tossed lazily onto the floor as you stripped each other, shirts and pants being discarded haphazardly until you both stood in your underwear, bodies tangling.

　Joel laid you softly onto the cotton of your comforter, your head resting against the pattern of bluebonnets on your pillowcases. The air between you held so much raw animosity, such a strong difference from the homey aura you’d created down stairs. Your eyes were wild, waiting for him to decide what he wanted to do you first.

　His breath fanned your skin, hairs raising as he undid your bra, settling between your parted thighs as he gently took one pebbled bud into his mouth, his stubble creating small red marks on your breast in his wake. A light sound escaped you, airy and desperate. His fingers found your other nipple, twisting as he worked.

　He could feel the warmth radiating off your cunt, feel it clenching around his thigh as he pressed his leg against your panties, rubbing slightly to create a delicious friction that had you whispering his name.

　He couldn’t hide his smile at the sounds you were making. He inched himself lower, unlatching from your nipple as he peppered kisses down your stomach to your navel, stopping as he reached the band of your lacy underwear. He traced the fabric, fingers hooking into them as he pulled them down your thighs, calloused pads tracing shapes into the plushness of your thigh.

　You mumbled his name again, and Joel caught your gaze, eyes clouded with hazy lust. “You’ve been treating me so well, baby,” He said wantonly, “Now let me pay ya back.”

　He entered one finger into you, wetness coating him as your gummy walls sucked him in. It didn’t take long until you were ready for another, and as he entered a second digit he pressed a chaste kiss to your clit, sucking it gingerly. A high pitched whine left your lips, and Joel couldn’t resist as he grinned into your pussy.

　He loved the sounds you were making. They sounded like music to his ears, clouding his mind with a foggy lust that kept him on a single-minded train of thought. “Those noises all for me, baby?” He questioned, keen smile still on his lips as he watched you writhe beneath him.

　He watched you nod, mouth coming to form words that died in your throat as he hit a special spot inside of you, your eyes glazing over as you started bucking against his hand, holding his fingers in a vice grip as you came around them.

　“Please, Joel,” You breathed out after you recovered from your winded state. Your dainty fingers found the band of his boxers, curling around it as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

　“I wanna hear ya say it,” He teased, watching as your eyes glanced uncertainly between him and his tented underwear.

　You hesitated for a moment before the words tumbled between your swollen lips. “Please fuck me, Joel.”

　Joel groaned as he lewd sounds left your mouth, nudging your hands aside to replace them with his own, quickly working himself out of his boxers. The simple way you said his name was enough to get him worked up.

　He palmed himself, running his hand over his cock to stroke himself skillfully, a drop of precum leaking from the fat tip. He pulled you closer to him by your hips, leaving prints that would be sure to mark you come tomorrow. He dragged his length through your folds, collecting the sloppy wetness that had accumulated.

　He began to push in, slowly, giving you time to adjust. You braced yourself, in turn your cunt began clenching around him, the tightness making it nearly impossible for him to continue to enter you.

　“You’ve gotta relax, baby,” He cooed gently, his thumb releasing pressure to rub tight circles around the jutted bone of your hip. You melted into his pleasant touch, relaxing just as he asked. He pushed himself further into you, your warm walls stretching around him. “That’s it. Good girl.”

　He continued to rub those soothing circles into your skin as he pressed himself into you, hips meeting as he reached the hilt. You let out a shaky breath, the pain of being spread soon turning to a dull pleasure.

　“Move, please,” You begged, and Joel was sure to give in right away, hips rolling indulgently against yours as you let out sounds of satisfaction. Your noises spurred him on further, and his gentle rolls soon turned into harsher snaps, heavy balls making sinful slaps against your bare skin.

　“Joel!” You exclaimed lewdly at his rougher actions, his thumb coming to brush your clit as you squeezed him, pleasure coursing through your veins.

　“So well, baby,” He murmured, barely being heard over the sound of skin on skin. “You’re takin’ me so well.”

　He changed his angle into one that mimic his fingers earlier, finding that spot inside you that had you cursing and clenching around him, eyes lolling back into your head as you squeezed your eyes shut, high over taking you. You felt as though you were in the clouds, wild blue sky washing you in it’s waves.

　Seeing you come undone from his actions fed Joel into his own orgasm, rutting into you tirelessly until he felt as though he was about to snap. He pulled out quickly, thick ropes of hot spend coating your stomach as he pumped himself.

　He barely caught his breath before he was grabbing tissues off of your bedside table and wiping up the mess he had made. Only after you were cleaned up did he allow himself to collapse beside you, thick arms pulling you to rest against his bare chest.

　“It wasn’t Sarah’s idea,” He confessed after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “I wanted to make ya dinner.

　“I know,” You replied, voice soft as he felt you smile against his skin.

　“I think i wanna make ya dinner again,” He spoke again, and you lifted yourself up to face him. His deep eyes stared back into your own, the corners crinkling as a grin spread across his face. It was warm, and sweet, like thick honey on a summer day.

　“If it means i can repay you the way you just repaid me, then i’m all for it.”

　You let out an airy laugh as Joel pulled you in for a soft kiss.

　“If it means I can be close to you like this,” He said fondly, “Then i’ll have to start cookin’ for ya more often.”

[joelsgreys]

family

Preoutbreak! Joel Miller x Reader

summary: You and Joel have some news to share with Sarah.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. (TW) pregnancy, small age gap (reader is in her 20’s and Joel is 35). fluff, fluff, fluff, Joel and Sarah being the most adorable father daughter duo.

word count: 3.3k

a/n:this is my response to this request right here; a huge thank you to whoever sent this one in!

You let out a small, tired sigh and wiped the back of your hand across your forehead. The early afternoon lunch rush at Moe’s Diner had just ended and you were exhausted beyond belief. Moe’s was one of the more popular locally owned joints in Austin, Texas, and while having a lot of customers coming into the establishment meant earning heftier tips and of course, a bigger paycheck, there was a small part of you that couldn’t help but wish that you could have at least one slow day, just one single day of the week where you weren’t waiting about a dozen tables all at once.

The moment you dropped the last stack of used plates into the plastic gray bin for Hugo, the dishwasher, to come and collect, you washed your hands thoroughly with soap and warm water and then made your way over to the old, electronic cash register behind the main counter to punch in the tips you’d earned after the rush; an hour’s worth of working and you had already made about a hundred bucks to take home at the end of your shift. As you finished logging your earnings, you could feel a pair of eyes watching you from a distance. You didn’t even need to look up to see that it was Joel. He had made something of a habit of coming to join you on his lunch hour. He’d been working longer and longer days lately, and if his only chance to spend time with you was during his lunch break, then that is exactly what he was going to do.

You tossed your receipt into the register and closed it up, turning to your coworker, Melinda. “Alright. All the tables have been cashed out, cleared, and wiped down,” You informed her, sticking your own copy of the receipt for your tips into the crisp, white apron of your uniform. “Mind if I go and take a break now?”

“Go right ahead. Don’t want to keep lover boy over there waiting for too long,” Melinda responded with a teasing wink.

“Oh, shut up,” You snipped at her, although the smile was evident in your tone of voice. You turned around and quickly poured two cups of coffee, a regular for Joel and a decaffeinated roast for yourself. Last week during your doctor’s appointment, your obstetrician reassured you that it would be a while before you really had to start easing up on the amount of caffeine you put into your body, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to start weaning yourself off of it while you were still in the earlier stages of pregnancy. Better to deal with the withdrawals sooner rather than later. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to help you with the next rush,” You told Melinda over your shoulder. You took the two cups in your hands and walked over towards one of the booths in the far corner of the fifties themed restaurant where Joel had chosen to sit today. You set his cup of coffee down in front of him and kissed his cheek lightly before sliding into the booth across from him. “I am so sorry to have kept you waiting. Two for one lunch special brought in a lot more people than Moe had anticipated.” You rolled your eyes, gently shaking your head. “He understaffed us. Again.”

Joel frowned as he noted, “I can tell. You look exhausted.”

“Which is basically code for, you look like shit, isn’t it?” You asked him teasingly.

“S’not what I meant and you know it,” he replied, rolling his eyes at you as he took a careful sip of his coffee. “You shouldn’t be workin’ so damn hard, y’know. S’not good for you to strain yourself, not in your condition.”

“In my condition,” You mimicked him with an amused little chuckle. It earned you a stern glare. “Oh come on, Joel. I’m only about six weeks along.” You shrugged your shoulders and then leaned back into the seat of the booth. “Come back to me with that bullshit when I’m in my third trimester and waddling around this place.”

Joel snorted. “Well, I’m hopin’ that by that time, you won’t be workin’ at all.”

Your playful smile faded slightly from your face. “What are you talking about?” You asked, crossing your arms stubbornly over your chest. It baffled you that he would even suggest such a thing. “We have a baby on the way. That means that I have to work, Joel. I have to work for as long as I possibly can before it comes. And then after a couple months of maternity leave, I’m going to have to come back and work some more.”

“Wait a minute, what about school?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at you. “How exactly do you plan to juggle studyin’ while workin’ and bein’ a mom too?”

Stumped on how to answer him without upsetting him, you remained quiet and chewed nervously on your bottom lip. He wasn’t wrong. You hadn’t exactly told him yet, but the reality was that you knew it would be tough to handle all three and there was a pretty good chance that your teaching degree would have to be put on the back burner for an indefinite amount of time.

“You’re not givin’ up on that degree,” Joel asserted, as if he had read your thoughts. “No way in hell, I won’t let you. You only have one year left,” he reminded you firmly. “Look, business has been boomin’ on my end of things. If it stays that way, I can get you out of this place. Let you focus on bein’ a mom and gettin’ your teachin’ credential.”

You bit back a sigh. “Joel, it’s a bit too early to even be talking about all of this, don’t you think?” You said after a moment, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the conversation. “There’s no need to worry about that stuff yet.” Noticing the exasperated expression on his face, you outstretched your arm across the able and held out your hand. “I’m serious, Joel. I don’t want you to worry about it, not right now.”

He smiled warily as he took your hand in his. He leaned over and lifted it to his lips, kissing the back of it gently. “Look, I know it’s early,” he acknowledged. “But I’m just plannin’ ahead.” He paused long enough to press another kiss onto your hand. “I just wanna take care of you, darlin’. That’s all.”

“I know you do,” You replied softly, squeezing his hand. You could see Melinda over behind the counter tapping the invisible watch around her wrist as if to tell you that your time was running out. “What time do you have to be back at the job site?”

Joel glanced down at his watch, but it was useless. The damn thing had stopped working once again, and yet he refused to take it to get repaired. “Probably have to start headin’ back soon, actually,” he realized, the disappointment present in his tone. He hadn’t gotten nearly as much time with you as he would have liked. “Oh, I forgot to mention. Tommy said he’s not gonna be home for dinner tonight,” he informed you. “Said he’s spendin’ the night with a buddy, but we both know what that means.”

You giggled. “Another blonde he met at the bar, huh?”

“Yeah, sounds ‘bout right.” Joel laughed and rolled his eyes. “But anyway, I was thinkin’ that tonight might be the night to finally tell Sarah, seein’ as it’ll just be the three of us. What do you think, baby?”

You squeezed his hand again. “I’m kind of nervous, Joel. About telling her.”

“Yeah, me too.” Joel wasn’t nervous for Sarah’s reaction because he’d thought she would feel negatively about the baby or about you. Rather, he knew his teenager would be horrified thinking about how this blessed miracle came to be seeing as he’d signed a permission slip for her to learn all about the birds and the bees in health class at school last semester. At thirteen, Sarah was in that one stage where anything that Joel did embarrassed her—or grossed her out.

And this would certainly gross her out.

“Jesus, here comes round two of the rush,” You muttered, watching three large parties of people walk into the diner. Reluctantly, you released Joel’s hand. “I should go and help Melinda. Besides, you really need to get back to work before you’re late.”

Both you and Joel slid out of the booth and stood up. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest in one of those tight, warm hugs that you’d grown to adore over the last couple of years. “I’ll be home on time for dinner tonight,” he promised you. “If you need anythin’ while I’m at work, you let me know, alright?”

You chuckled. “Yes, Joel.”

He let go of you and stood back, his eyes meeting yours. “I’m serious. You need anythin’ at all, you call me, alright? My phone will be in my pocket.”

“I’ll be fine, Joel,” You insisted, shaking your head as you laughed. “Now go on, get going before your boss chews you out for being late.”

“I am my boss, darlin’.” He grinned boyishly at you before pressing his lips lightly against yours, murmuring gently against them. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Ugh, this is too good.” Sarah let out a small groan of satisfaction as she took another bite of her spaghetti. She turned to you a minute later, dabbing at her mouth with her paper napkin before telling you, “Have I told you that it’s my favorite? Because it’s my favorite and I simply must give my compliments to the chef.”

You lifted your chin slightly, feeling pleased with yourself. “Thank you.”

Joel pouted, feigning offense. “Now wait a damn minute, I thought the spaghetti that I made you was your favorite?”

“Dad, you use the jarred crap,” Sarah reminded him. “Her sauce is homemade. She actually makes it from scratch, like you’re supposed to.” She pointed her fork at him. “Your spaghetti is just one step above Chef Boyardee. And that’s being generous.”

Joel picked a crouton from the salad bowl in the middle of the table and flicked it at her. “Turd.”

“Bigger turd,” she shot back at him with a tiny giggle as she picked up the crouton and popped it into her mouth.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” You chuckled, waving a hand. “Settle down you two or I’ll put you both in timeout.”

“Y’see what you do? Gettin’ us in trouble,” Joel joked before biting into a slice of garlic bread.

Sarah stuck her tongue out at him. “You started it.”

You giggled, shaking your head.

You adored the dynamic between the two, although there were times when it could be a bit much. Somehow, you seemed to bring a bit of balance to it all—you had become the calm, level headed presence if and when Sarah and Joel’s antics ever went overboard.

You wouldn’t have it any other way, of course.

Although Joel had been seeing you for about two or so years now, he hadn’t introduced you to Sarah until six months into the relationship. You hadn’t been offended by that in the slightest—you knew that he’d done his fair share of dating around before you came along, and he had made the sore mistake of introducing his young, impressionable daughter to a large number of different women who, in the end, never stuck around. Not wanting to cause any further confusion or strife for Sarah, Joel vowed never to bring another woman into his daughter’s life again, not unless he was absolutely certain it was someone who would actually stay.

That woman turned out to be you.

Joel had met you when he and his younger brother, Tommy, walked into Moe’s one afternoon for lunch. Tommy set his sights on you first, flirting up a storm, but it was Joel who you’d connected with. Joel ended up visiting the diner several times after that, going in for a cup of coffee at least every other day until he’d finally worked up the courage to ask you out on a date. That one date turned into two, two turned into three, and by date number six, you two had completely fallen for each other. Joel realized early on that you were the real deal, but nevertheless, he still chose to wait to introduce you to his then eleven year old.

When the time to meet Sarah finally came, you’d been so nervous; you were in love with Joel, but you knew that if his daughter didn’t like you, it could all come crashing down. Your first interaction with Sarah had been a little awkward, but as you got to know each other, things slowly started to shift in the right direction. The more time you’d started spending around her—with her—the closer you two became and your bond eventually flourished.

A few months later, you moved in with her, Joel, and Tommy.

“It’s going to be so nice having another girl around here,” Sarah had told you excitedly while helping you unpack a box of your things in Joel’s bedroom. “There’s way too much testosterone around here.”

The two of you had become inseparable.

Joel often liked to joke that she liked you more than she liked him.

He wasn’t totally wrong about that.

All you could do was hope that the news of the baby wouldn’t change how Sarah felt about you. You loved Joel, of course, but you’d grown to love Sarah too. They were your family.

The timer that you’d set on the oven started beeping loudly, pulling you from your train of thoughts. “Those would be the cupcakes that I made for dessert.”

“Chocolate?” Sarah asked you with shining, hopeful eyes.

“Of course. What other flavor is there?” You winked as you stood up from your chair.

She punched the air lightly. “Yes! Can I help you frost them?”

“As soon as they cool down,” You promised, touching her shoulder lightly as you walked by her and off into the kitchen.

“Tonight just keeps getting better and better,” Sarah sighed contentedly, picking up her fork.

Joel watched her for a moment in silence, a small smile on his face. “Hey,” he said after minute or two, garnering Sarah’s attention. “You really like her, don’t you, kiddo?”

“Of course! She’s got to be like, the coolest person ever,” Sarah remarked in between more bites of her pasta. “What’s not to like? She’s smart, she’s pretty, she’s fun to talk to,” she started ticking things off her list. “She has amazing taste in movies and music. Oh, and she lets me borrow her clothes.”

He laughed, suddenly realizing that the Red Hot Chili Peppers band tee shirt she was wearing actually belonged to you. “You’re askin’ for her permission to wear her stuff, right?”

Sarah batted her eyelashes innocently at him. “She said that I didn’t have to ask. In fact, she said I could just help myself to her side of the closet whenever I wanted.”

Joel tossed another crouton at her. “I don’t care what she said, it’s still polite to ask, missy.”

“I’m just kidding, dad! Jeez,” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Of course I ask her. You didn’t raise a heathen.”

Joel snorted lightly and leaned back into his chair. “Sometimes I ain’t so sure about that, babygirl.”

After a minute, Sarah’s eyes met his across the table. “Hey, dad?”

“Yeah?”

“You like her a lot too, don’t you?”

“A hell of a lot,” he answered, honestly. “You know, I never thought I’d meet someone like her.”

“Me either,” Sarah admitted. “But I’m really glad that you did.” She paused, offering him a tiny, but genuine smile. “You deserve to be happy, you know?”

Joel’s heart warmed inside of his chest. He lightly kicked her foot underneath the table with his. “Look at you being a big ol’ pile of sentimental goo.”

“And this is exactly why I don’t ever say anything,” Sarah huffed, but she giggled. “You always ruin it.”

“Always ruin what?” You asked as you walked back out of the kitchen. You took your seat and picked up your glass of iced tea looking between the two. “What did I miss?”

“Oh nothing, my dad is just being annoying, as always,” Sarah kidded before she began to polish off the remainder of her dinner.

A long, but comfortable silence fell over the table.

You glanced over at Joel, wondering when it would be time. His gaze met yours and he raised an eyebrow, as if silently asking you if you were ready. Although you weren’t, you gave him a subtle nod.

Joel cleared his throat. “Sarah?”

“Hmm?”

“There’s somethin’ that we want to tell you,” he began to say, earning himself a puzzled look from his daughter. He hesitated, as if trying to figure out the best way to just spit it out. “We’ve been wantin’ to tell you this for a couple of weeks now, but we wanted to find the right moment and well, I think this is it—we’re havin’ a baby.”

Sarah’s fork clinked loudly against her plate as she dropped it in surprise. “What?” she gasped, her wide eyes flicking to you. “Are you freaking serious?”

You nodded, wondering if that was a good reaction or a bad one. You couldn’t quite tell just yet. “I’m having a baby,” you confirmed, lifting a hand and running it nervously through your hair.

Sarah stared at you, her eyes still wide and what looked like a smile threatening to break out across her face. “Swear it?”

You exhaled a breath of relief. “Swear it. I’m six weeks right now.”

Letting out a little squeal, she jumped up from her chair and ran over to you, throwing her arms around your shoulders. “I can’t believe this!” She squeezed you tightly—a little too tightly. “Do you know what it is yet? When will you know? Can we start looking at baby stuff this weekend? Can we buy it clothes already?”

“Sarah, breathe.” Joel shook his head, although he was grinning from ear to ear. “And more importantly, let her breathe.”

“Shut up, Joel. She’s fine,” You waved a hand dismissively at him as you wrapped your arms around her, hugging her back. “I honestly didn’t think you’d be this excited.”

“Are you kidding me?” Sarah exclaimed as she pulled away. “This is the best news ever! I’ve been all by myself for so long!”

“Hey, what are we? Chopped liver?” Joel threw his hands up and then brought them back down onto his lap.

“Oh, you know what I mean.”

“No, I really don’t.”

Sarah shrugged. “Well, it’s just been me all these years, dad. But now I get to have a little brother or sister.” She paused and glanced at you. “Is it wrong to say that I really, really hope it’s a girl?”

“Then it would be three against one,” Joel realized, the color draining from his face slightly. “Jesus Christ, I really hope it’s a boy.”

“You have Uncle Tommy.”

“He doesn’t count.”

“Joel!” You snapped at him, causing Sarah to throw her head back and laugh. “Don’t say that.”

“The score is even,” Sarah stated. She pointed a finger at him as she walked back to her chair and sat down. “Two boys, two girls. The baby will be the tie breaker. When will find out what it is?”

“In a few more weeks,” You responded, chuckling at the way her face fell. “Trust me, they’ll go by faster than you think.”

“I can’t wait!” Sarah beamed brightly, looking between the two of you. “Oh man, this is awesome.”

Joel tilted his head curiously at her. “Yeah? You happy, babygirl?”

“I get to have a family,” she murmured, her hand resting lightly on her chest. “A real family, like the ones you see on TV or in the movies." She looked at him, her eyes twinkling brightly. “Happy doesn’t even cover it, dad.”

[yeollie-plz]

Gold Rings

Day 5 of Pedromas! | Masterlist

Preoutbreak! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Synopsis: Its your first night with Joel as husband and wife.

Genre: smut

Warnings: newlyweds, p in v sex, fingering, kissing, unprotected sex, breeding kink, choking, oral f! receiving, its giving claiming kink

Gif credits to owners!

Your wedding dress is hiked up over your hips, as your now husband, is on his knees between your legs. He is currently eating you out as if you are the first meal he has had in years. Sure, he has given you head plenty of times, but tonight, god tonight, there is just something different about him.

The way he kissed you. The way he carried you through the house and straight into the bedroom. The way his tongue is lapping at your clit. Something is going on with Mr. Joel Miller and you are almost certain it has something to do with you now being Mrs. Miller.

His wedding ring glints on his finger as it hold up your dress. You moan out when his tongue dips into your entrance, teasing you. As quickly as that happens, his lips are leaving your clit and he's looking up at you. Your eyes meet his as he smirks at your expression. The lust in your eyes, the mascara already starting to run down your face, your lipstick ruined by his lips.

He lets go of your dress and stands up, attaching his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. Then he's flipping you around and pushing you against the wall. Fingers fiddling with the zipper of your dress while he whispers sweet nothings into the shell of your ear.

"Lets get you out of this thing." He mutters more to himself, than to you.

All you can hear is the sound of the zipper sliding down and his uneven breaths. He reconnects your lips to his, pushing you even more to the wall, while he pushes your dress down off your body.

Taking in the sight of your special first night lingerie, he smirks to himself. Flipping you over, he reconnects your lips before speaking into them.

"So pretty for me, let me spoil you." And you let him, giving him everything.

First he takes you right there against the wall. Your legs are wrapped around his hips as he is holding you up, fucking into you slowly. It seems to be almost easy to him, holding up your weight and using you at the same time. He's impressive and he's all yours.

Next he has you on the bed, doggy style. He has a hand on your hips, pistoning you onto his cock. One hand is on your tits, tweaking your nipple in between his fingers. You have cum multiple times and you're shocked he can hold out this long without.

You two take a break in between for him to get you in the shower. He says it is with the intention of washing off the day, and a bit of the sweat from your activities but you know better. At least, you realized when his fingers found their way inside of your cunt and worked you to yet another orgasm.

Finally you were back on the bed, missionary this time. The way he liked you the most, he said he liked to see your face while he fucked you. While he brought you to your edge again and again, showing you who you belonged to, showing you how much he loved you.

Especially now with the promise you made earlier, the papers you signed, his name you took, and that ring on your finger. You were his and he was intent on making it obvious to you. He was intent on making it so you'd never want anyone else. He was intent on ruining you. And he was doing a damn good job at it.

Now as he has you on the bed, wrapped around his cock, his words have become dirtier. His thrusts have become a bit sloppy as he's gotten more tired, the exercise of the night sort of catching up with him. Its also a sign of his impending orgasm, that you know soon will be filling you up. He never missed an opportunity to fill you to the brim.

His left hand is on your throat, pressing lightly, cutting off just a bit of your air supply. You can feel the coldness of his ring on your heated skin. His right hand is on your hips, surely bruising it was the grip he has.

He fucks into you hard and fast, trying to bring you both closer to your orgasms. His dick stretches you out, overly sensitive from how much its been used tonight. His hand leaves your neck and moves down to your clit, rubbing circles into it. With the pace he is going at, you can tell he wants you to cum and soon.

"Come on baby, cum for me. Milk me, I know you want me to fill you up." He says in between grunts. His thrusts are getting even more uneven, as he starts to reach those first few beginnings of his orgasm. The tightness of your cunt trying to take all of him in even more.

"Want to fill you up, make you pregnant. You're already mine, might as well show everyone else too." Just as his fingers circle your clit again, you walls are fluttering around his dick. Your orgasm washes over you, quickly you become oversensitive. You squirm, trying to get a bit of relief from how sensitive you are.

Both of his hands find your hips, holding you onto him. He reaches his own peak, cumming into you hard. He thrusts into deep making sure his seed is fully in you. He doesn't pull out just eases you into a comfortable position, his arms around you.

"Gotta keep that cum in you." He whispers into the crown of your head. He places a kiss there before sighing, letting sleep begin to wash over him.Your breathing also slows as the activities of the day finally start to weigh on you.

Before you finally fall asleep, you hear him say, "I love you, Mrs. Miller."

You giggle, "I love you too, Mr. Miller."

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Joel Miller Starring In…

Affection Petnames!!

Baby:

Pretty standard, you know every day use, not his favourite but definitely most used. But he loves it when you’re curled up under the covers and he’s just come in from a long day of hard work, and you’re cuddled up, as if nothing could harm you. His baby. His pretty baby who takes him so well, and he fucks his baby so good, right, his baby?

Babygirl/Babyboy:

This one he mostly uses in two separate situations. The first, when you’re sad, crying your eyes out at whatever has hurt you today, he kneels down between your legs, wiping your tears and shushing you, whispering to you, asking if you wanna talk about it, but not pushing you if you don’t want to just yet. The other, only on sweet Joel days, when he’s so deep inside you, rocking into you slowly, overstimulating you because he’s trying to reach his own orgasm, and again he’s wiping tears from your face, and peppering kisses on your face, whilst he fucks you through another orgasm. Please just thank him, he’s trying his best to get there, but he’s getting old, he can’t cum like he used to…

Sugar:

This is very a preoutbreak!Joel coded nickname. Just imagine you’re cooking in the kitchen, moving around as quickly as possible, and you get stopped by Joel, his large figure enclosing yours and he mutters a quick: “Hey sugar, how was your day?” But sometimes… “Oh yeah sugar, don’t you take my cock so well, oh yeah, so pretty…” “So dirty for me sugar, fuck.”

Doll:

I had a dream the other night where Joel and I were drinking and laughing and then he called me Doll and I’ve not been the same since. Anyway, now that I’m sad. “Morning doll…” he’ll murmur to you when he wakes up, snuggling into your back, his nose pressed against your collarbone. He loves just watching you ride him, and definitely uses doll in a degrading way most of the time. From “Good doll, not good for anything but a good fuck” “Pretty doll, hole so tight, can’t get enough of you” to “I love you so much doll… did so well, y’always do honey…”

Guys look at my man, he’s so sweet, he couldn’t ever hurt anyone :(

Sweetcheeks:

A very teasing and sweet nickname for him. Incredibly similar to sugar but a lot less intimate. You’ll just be doing chores and work around the house, and Joel will silently slip behind you and grab your ass, giving one cheek a small smack. “Hey sweetcheeks, you’re the best, yknow that?” After questioning of what Joel wants, you’ll be dragged into the bedroom and fucked into next week.

[eufezco]

Just a random scenario of preoutbreak!Joel dealing with his three girls.

It was a Saturday night, it was raining outside and you were waiting in between Joel's arms for the pizza in the oven. He was hugging you tightly against his body, asking you every five minutes if you were cold. How could you? His body was extremely warm, you could feel it directly at your fingertips thanks to the hand that had slipped under his shirt and was resting on his belly.

The movie was good, but his kisses were better. Your hand climbed caressing his whole torso and his hand around your body moved to your ass, to squeeze one of your cheeks over your pajama pants, until some heavy footsteps stomping down the stairs got your attention.

"I'm going to Riley's." Ellie announced, putting on her raincoat and grabbing her house keys.

"What? Now? It's late and it's pouring." Joel sat up, looking at the watch on his wrist with a frown on his face.

"I'll be fine."

"Do you want me to drive you?" Joel asked, kinda panicking after not knowing what Ellie's plans were. Would she spend the night? Did she need him to pick her up? At what time? Had she eaten something or would she have dinner there?

"She'll be fine, Joel." Your hand landed on his chest, pushing him backwards on the couch in an attempt to get him to relax. Ellie smiled to you thanking you for lending her a helping hand and reassuring her paranoid father.

"Why don't you take your sister with you?"

Oh my god, how could he miss the point?

"Sarah will be fine here with us. Anyway, it's not good for her to go out in this weather, this morning I noticed her a little cold. We'll have dinner and then we can play some board games with her." You said and Joel seemed convinced. You flashed him a small smile and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"I'm leaving." Ellie chirped.

"You call me if you need anything." Joel reminded her before the girl walked out the door.

Joel leaned back on the couch and you went back to hug him. You sighed and you rubbed your face against his chest and covered yourself with the blanket, overwhelmed by teenage love.

"They're so cute together." You mentioned.

Joel hummed and put his arm around your body again. You frowned and you lifted your head from his chest to look at him.

"What happens?" You lifted your head from his chest to look at him.

"I don't know, I just– I don't like this."

"You don't like what?"

"Ellie not talking to us about it."

You relaxed again, sighing and letting your head fall on his chest again. You thought he meant something else.

"I don't think she feels the need to do it, Joel. She knows we know and she knows we are perfectly okay with it, aren't we?" You asked him, squinting your eyes and he looked at you, offended.

"Of course we are. I'm not that old and she's my kid."

You giggled, kissing his lips again. "I was just kidding. What is it that you don't like then?"

"She never talks about how she feels, and kids at this age are mean."

"Oh, and you don't think she's tough enough?"

"She is, but– I would like her to talk to us sometime."

"Joel, I'm sure that if she was struggling with something she'd tell us. Or Sarah would let us know. They talk a lot, they're good sisters, they have each other's back. Besides, do you want her to talk to you about girls? Do you want Sarah to talk to you about boys?"

Joel pressed his lips together, that didn't seem like a good idea to him. He fixed his posture on the couch. "I want to meet that Riley."

"Oh, she's great." You added, getting comfortable, thinking that the dad complaints were over when Joel sat up straight again. You rolled your eyes, what was it now?

"She's great? What do you mean by that? Do you know her already?"

"Of course I know her. Every time I go pick up Ellie from her house she comes out to say hello. She's so nice."

"She just waves at me from the doorway..." Joel mumbled.

"That's because you're scary, baby." You kissed his cheek.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are dad." Sarah said coming down the stairs. You smiled at her, glad to see her out of her room but Joel was still shocked that you both found him scaring. "I like Riley too, she's cool."

"Wait you know her too? Am I the only one who doesn't know her yet?"

You and Sarah shared a look.

"To be fair I haven't had a conversation with her for more than five minutes."

"Yeah, and I've only seen her a couple of times."

You answered him to take some of the weight off the issue, but Joel huffed. He thought that Ellie was a dad's girl and the thought of not being his favorite and seeing her growup and start keeping things from him was truly annoying him.

"Come sit with us, let me know that at least one of my two daughters loves me. We'll have dinner in a minute." Joel made place for Sarah between you two.

"No, thanks, I don't want to know what's going on under that blanket."

"Oh I'm hella' sure you don't." Joel teased Sarah by slowly moving on top of you while hiding his face in the crook of your neck, smirking after Sarah's fake retching and you squirming from the tickling of his beard.

[honeyedmiller]

Fate, After All | Joel Miller — Part One

warnings: pure fluff, a and a teensy bit of cursing. No use of y/n.

word count: 2.3k

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You sigh as you begrudgingly look down at your watch-clad wrist for what seems like the hundredth time in twenty minutes.

Forty five fucking minutes late.

Unbelievable.

You scoff to yourself as you close your eyes, trying your best not to lose it in the middle of this restaurant. Yet again, another failed blind date.

You had no fucking idea why you kept accepting these invitations from your mother, because each and every one of them have turned out to be a complete disaster.

This one didn't even bother to show.

You can't believe you actually took the time to look presentable for this date—wearing some makeup that defined your naturally beautiful features, doing your hair up real nice, picking out your favorite baby blue halter-top sundress to wear, and even wearing your fancy perfume that was only reserved for special occasions.

How could you be so foolish? Why'd you think this time was going to be any different?

It's not like your mom did this on purpose. You knew she only had the best intentions when it came to setting you up on these blind dates, but they always never went smoothly.

Your mom felt bad that you were the only one out of your siblings who wasn't married and didn't have children. Sure, you could get lonely at times, but when shit like this happened, it was just a constant reminder of how pathetic your dating life was.

It was times like this that you'd dramatically come to accept that you may be alone forever.

You were just about to get up from your seat after leaving the server a ten dollar tip for wasting their time and taking up a table, until a voice called your name.

Your head snapped in that direction, eyes settling on a tall, tan, handsome man. He looked so familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on where you'd seen him before.

"Yes?" You say back, eyes wide with astonishment. You swallow nervously, your throat suddenly dry.

Was he your blind date?

Surely not, he didn't look dressed for a date. He wore a soft looking gray t-shirt that clung to his biceps and dark wash denim jeans that seem to fit his thick thighs perfectly.

What a hunk.

"Wow, it's been so long since I've seen you." He chuckles as he approaches you, the smile on his face bright.

Your confused look had his smile faltering a bit, and you step back in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Your shyness suddenly overcomes you, rightfully so.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forget it's been like, what, fifteen years? It's Joel. Joel Miller." His smile returns to his face as he sees the gears turning in your head, the little lightbulb going off.

"Miller? No way! How are you?" You laugh, bringing him in for a hug. You'd been good friends with Joel in high school, but sadly lost touch after you moved out of state to go to college.

"Good! Good. In the contracting business, as promised." You grin at him, always remembering that he loved to build the most intricate things from scratch.

"That's amazing to hear. You look good. I swear I didn't recognize you." You laugh as he mocks being offended.

"Thank you, sweetheart. You do too. All grown up now." He chuckles, stuffing his hands in the front pocket of his jeans. His eyes naturally skate over your figure, really loving the way that blue sundress hugged your curves.

Your stomach fluttered at the old nickname. Joel used to call you sweetheart in school all the time. It was his special nickname just for you.

"Couldn't help but notice you were all alone," His grin doesn't reach his eyes, probably in empathy, "Were you waiting for someone?" His head tilts a little to the side, and an inevitable blush creeps across your cheeks.

It's embarrassing enough to be stood up, but to admit it? Out loud? Mortifying. But, you knew Joel was a sweet person—or at least, he used to be. Worst he could do was laugh about this to your face.

"Um, I was, yeah, but they never showed." Your gaze hits the floor as the reminder of how your love life was a shit show hit you all over again.

"You got stood up?" His voice is soft, laced with concern as his eyebrows furrow.

You offer him the smallest of smiles before nodding.

"Well to hell with them, they're missing out on a wonderful person," He starts, a hand moving from his pocket to your arm. His touch was warm and inviting, and it sent tingles down your spine. "I was gonna get takeout anyway from here, just for myself. Did you wanna get some and maybe join me back at my place?"

His offer makes you subtly perk up, but even he noticed it. The scene before him made him smile.

"I don't want to be an intrusion." You say, but he's already shaking his head.

"You're not, sweetheart. I was offering. Plus, I'd love the company. It's just me at my house tonight." And with that, you knew you couldn't refuse his offer.

-

You followed Joel back to his house in your car, butterflies going wild in your stomach the whole time. You always had a major crush on Joel back in high school, and seeing him as a grown man that had clearly aged like fine wine was the cherry on top of the damn ten-tier cake.

God, pull yourself together, you scolded yourself as you parked on the street in front of Joel's house. It was a nice neighborhood with quaint houses; ones that looked like they belonged on a friendly neighborhood magazine.

You stepped out of your car and met Joel in his driveway as he parked his truck, grabbing the bag of food he insisted he'd pay for.

So, instinctively, you told him you'd get him next time around, and his heart secretly flipped with joy at the mention of next time.

"Beautiful home you have." You comment to him as he rustles with his keys, finding the right one to unlock his front door with.

"Thank you, darlin'." He grins at you as he opens the door, motioning you to walk in before him. You thank him softly as you walk into the two-story home, admiring how cozy and warm it looked.

There were plenty of pictures on the wall, slightly worn but beautiful furniture pieces adorning the room before you, and the smell of teakwood lingering in the air.

You took a closer look at a photo hung up adjacent to you on the wall, seeing it consisted of Joel, a younger man probably in his mid to late twenties, a young girl, and two elderly people all matching and smiling at the camera. You admired how they all displayed genuine smiles that actually reached their eyes in the photo.

"Cute picture." You nod your head to the frame, Joel coming back to you from setting down the bag of food on the coffee table in the living room just before you.

He chuckles softly and reaches to scratch the back of his neck, a nervous habit you could tell he had.

"Thank you. 'S my parents, daughter and brother." He explains, and your eyes widen.

"Wait, that's Tommy? No way." You let out a loud laugh, making Joel's heart do those damn flips again.

Just like his brother, Tommy was almost unrecognizable. Your eyes run over his daughter's face once more, bringing a soft smile to your lips.

"Your daughter is beautiful," You look up at Joel, then back to the picture, "She has your eyes." You almost consider asking him if her mom was in the picture, but obviously she wasn't if Joel has you here with him tonight. You sweep the pressing matter to the back of your mind, Joel's touch on your lower back distracting you.

"Let's go eat our food." He guides you to the dining room and pulls out a chair for you. He retrieves the food from the coffee table and brings it to you, and goes to his cupboard to pull out a glass.

"Would you like some wine?" He offers, and you eagerly nod. You definitely needed a drink after the day you've had. Not to mention, it'll ease your damn erratic nerves. Joel made you nervous even 'til this day, and maybe it was his southern charm or dark brown eyes that you could easily get lost in, but it was driving you fucking nuts.

He pulled out a beer from the fridge for himself after pouring you a glass of wine, bringing both beverages back to the table. You thank him as you take the glass, clinking your glass with his bottle to cheers.

"Thanks for saving me from complete embarrassment back at the restaurant." You laugh, shaking your head. You take the first bite of your food, humming in delight at how good it was.

"Was it a blind date or somethin'?" He asks, his curiosity piqued. You slowly nod in embarrassment and shame, barely even wanting to admit it.

"Yeah. My mom has this whole thing in her head that because I'm the only one out of my siblings that isn't married, doesn't have kids, or isn't even seeing someone, that I need to be kept company and I need to 'not be lonely'." You air quote your mom's words, pulling an eye roll from you.

Joel chuckles and shakes his head, "I know what you mean. My mom's been buggin' me about puttin' myself out there again. Sh'says it's been too long for me, since Sarah's mother left."

"Oh, Joel, I'm sorry." Your sincere condolences don't skip past him, but he shakes his head.

"It was a long time ago. I've moved on. Been on a few dates here n' there, but never genuinely clicked with anyone. I think I've forgotten how to date." His boisterous laugh fills the room; an infectious one that had you giggling yourself.

"It's been a long time since I've felt a spark with someone, for sure." You nod your head in agreement, taking a sip of your wine. Joel's eyes linger on you for a second longer, and you blush underneath his stare.

He lets out a small chuckle, "Wanna know something crazy?" He asks, looking at you with gentle eyes.

"Hmm?"

"I used to have the biggest crush on you in high school." He confesses, and it nearly causes you to choke on your food as your eyes widen.

"Wait, what?" Your voice is meek, and again, he scratches the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I just never did anything about it because I was always out of your league. Tommy'd always push me to ask you out on a date, but I was too much of a chicken to do it. Then I found out you were moving away after high school, so I kinda just pushed it to the back of my mind. Truthfully thought I'd never see you again." There's a lightness in his voice that makes your heart melt at his confession.

"Y'should've. I would've said yes." You feel like a giddy high schooler again with this new information you've given and reciprocated.

"Are you serious?" He laughs, groaning as he tilts his head back, "No way."

"Absolutely. I had the biggest crush on you, Miller. I'm surprised you didn't know. I thought it was pretty obvious."

"Maybe that's why Tommy pushed me so much to ask you out." He sighs, grinning down at his plate of food.

"Maybe." And then it was a comfortable silence. You two finished your food, relishing in the thought of what could've been. Everything definitely happens for a reason, though.

After you two cleaned up, he offered to make some popcorn so you two could watch a movie. He showed you his rather massive VHS collection, and you chose Jurassic Park. He popped the movie in the VCR before plopping himself next to you on the couch, draping a blanket over both of your laps.

He rewinded the movie to the beginning, and you two snuggled in quickly. You couldn't help but think about the domesticity of this, and truthfully, this is something you wouldn't mind getting used to.

Throughout the movie, Joel subtly kept moving closer to you, until eventually his arm found its way over your shoulder as he pulled you in close to him. Your heart swelled at his warm embrace, so content that you truly didn't want this night to end soon.

You felt Joel's eyes on you about halfway into the movie, and your gaze shifted to his. A small smile crept up on your lips, your heartbeat picking up as you finally noticed the small proximity between the both of you.

"You're so beautiful, y'know that?" Joel whispers to you, moving a hand to tuck some loose hair behind your ear. He rested his palm against your cheek, and you instantly melted into his touch. Though his hands were calloused and a bit rough, his touch was so gentle, so sweet.

"Wish we could've met again sooner." You quietly admit, closing your eyes briefly. They flutter open again when his thumb swipes back and forth against your cheekbone.

"Me too, darlin'." He leans in slowly, nose brushing against yours before his plush lips found your own.

The kiss was soft, sweet, and gentle—everything you'd hoped kissing Joel Miller would be like. He exceeded those expectations by a lightyear.

You both reluctantly pulled back from the sweet moment, your lips tingling and suddenly cold from the loss of contact.

"By the way, you were never out of my league, Joel." You whisper to him, and he smiles at you before leaning in once more to give you a kiss that you'll never want to forget.

For once, you were so grateful that a blind date didn't work out the way you expected it to.

Fate has a funny way of working itself out, after all.

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Preoutbreak: Sarah is in college and brings home a friend Joel is secretly attracted to.]

Smut, big age gap

“Don’t you worry, baby girl, you keep those pretty eyes on me, no one’s gonna see us.”

A few months into your freshman year in college you became friends with a girl named Sarah. She was sweet, funny and you both had many things in common. It was finally your first break after months of exams and papers and so you two planned to have a fun night out. Sarah had planned for you to go over her house that evening for dinner just so her father could meet who she would be hanging out with. She warned you about how her father would be asking many questions as any typical father would.

That night Sarah first introduced you to her uncle Tommy, he was friendly just as she had described him to be. Her father, Joel soon came out of his room meeting you all in the kitchen.

“There he is” Sarah spoke playfully greeting her father before turning to you.

“This is who I’ve been telling you about, please don’t scare her off” she whispered to him not noticing the way his eyes lightened up the second they landed on you.

“Nice to meet you, Mr.Miller” you smiled politely.

“Please hun, you can call me Joel” he stretched his hand out to you. Your eyes equally lighting up at the sight of him, you didn’t expect to be so attracted to him.

“You two studying the same thing?”

“Yes” Sarah quickly interjected.

“Just call me when the pizzas here” she quickly pulled you into her room as Joel and Tommy both watched you until you she closed the door.

“She’s cute” Tommy shrugged making Joel look back at him.

“College girls now huh?” Joel responded sarcastically before taking a sip of his beer and walking away. The only thing was, Joel thought you were cute too, hell he thought you were beautiful but he wouldn’t admit it.

“Pizzas here!” Joel called out to the room as you both came out laughing together.

“I want in on the joke” Joel said as he opened up the box of pizza.

“Sorry, dad you wouldn’t get it you’re the past the fourty mark” Sarah teased.

“Hahaha” Joel tone was playful before taking a bite of his pizza.

You sat across from Joel as you ate, you could see his eyes on you.

“So, what’s this party you lady’s are going to?” You looked at Sarah waiting for her to answer.

“It’s a club-“

“A club” Joel raised his brows.

Joel wasn’t used to his daughter partying much, in his eyes she was still his little girl.

“Yes dad a club, you know where women my age like to go and have some fun” Joel cleared his throat a little uncomfortable with the thought just because he knew what was out there. His eyes landed on you making your heart begin to race.

“Do you drink, hun?”

“Dad we’re twenty not fifteen!” Sarah interjected making Tommy chuckle.

“Sorry about that, my brother can be a little-“

“Overprotective” Sarah continued.

“It’s ok, my parents would be the same if they were still alive” your comment catching both men off guard.

“Oh it’s fine, it was when I was a baby. I don’t remember” a slight awkward chuckle escaped your lips followed by silence.

“I’m sorry, darlin’” Joel eventually spoke with sincerity.

You smiled at him and sighed.

“Well this pizza is delicious” you changed the topic quickly as they all agreed.

The next day you and Sarah planned to meet at her job and leave from there until she learned her shift was changed last minute. Sarah would be leaving work later than you and realized she forgot a pair of heels to change into. Last minute she asked if you could pass by her job to pick up her house keys in order to get her shoes for her. It was already eight o’ clock and you were dressed ready to go thinking she would be out earlier.

“Don’t worry, no one’s home you can just walk in and grab my black heels in the closet then we’ll go once I’m off the clock.” She explained over the phone as you pulled up in front of her house.

Once you hung up you entered her house and quietly walked towards her bedroom when you suddenly heard the bathroom door open before you could reach her door. You gasped to see Joel walk out of a steamed room with only a towel around his waste.

“Mr.Miller-oh my gosh-“ you froze unable to move as your eyes wandered down his wet chest before you caught yourself.

“I’m so sorry, I thought no one was here” you quickly looked away as he stood caught off guard himself. In a panic not knowing what to do with yourself, you didn’t notice the way he was looking at you. A black mini dress that flattered your curves, a touch of cleavage giving a peak at your plump breasts, Joel cleared his throat quickly looking away.

“Is there something you need?” He asked covering up his reaction with an irritated tone.

“I’m sorry, Sarah asked me to come by and pick up her black heels for her because she’s coming out of work later, I-“

“Well go on,” he cut you off just trying to get you away from his view before you could notice how hard he was about to be. Quickly running to her bedroom your heart raced as you checked her closet and didn’t find no damn shoes.

“Dammit, Sarah!” You whispered just hoping to finally leave from there. On your knees you checked under her bed not knowing Joel stood at the door way with the very heels you were looking for.

“Come on” you whispered reaching farther into her bed giving Joel the perfect view of your ass cheeks slightly peeking through beneath your dress. Joel stood still silently taking the sight before him, if you were someone else he would’ve taken you in the hall in that very moment….but you were his daughters friend…hell you were only twenty years old.

“Shit” you whispered as you stood up when the sudden sound of Joel’s voice made you jump.

“Looking for these?” You turned to him to still find him with his wet hair slick back, your lips parting but you couldn’t find the words to say.

“Sweetheart” he tilted his head dangling the shoes off his fingers.

“Oh-um yes” you walked towards him silently taking the shoes off his hand as he took a quick glimpse at your cleavage before you could notice. His damp skin glistening from the light in the hall, the two of you trying your hardest to keep your eyes off each other…to keep your hands off each other.

“I better go” you smiled nervously as he nodded still at the doorway. Slowly you slid by him, your breast accidentally brushing up past his arm as you practically ran to the door. Joel stood in silent watching as you walked out and closed the door shut.

“Oh my god” you whispered as you rushed starting your car and driving off as fast as you could.

“You ok?” Sarah asked as she sat in the passenger seat rushing to put on her heels.

“Yeah why?”

“I don’t know..you look weird” she looked at you with a raised brow.

“No I’m fine, let’s just get going”

“Ok, you’re sleeping over my place tonight right?” She asked as she put on her seatbelt.

“What?” You almost jumped at the question.

“Remember? You said you’d sleep at my place after? Girl what’s wrong with you? You definitely need a drink.” She chuckled before you pulled off into the road.

The whole night out dancing you enjoyed yourself yet you couldn’t stop thinking about Joel. You were anxious to see him that night, a part of you wanting to while the other half of you wanted to hide away from embarrassment. Sarah ended up drinking a little more than you did to a point where she began to stumble.

“My fathers….gonna kill me” she slurred.

“Don’t worry, lets eat something and get you home.” By the end of the night you had drank so little that you sobered up in time. Sarah was mumbling away things that you couldn’t understand as she walked beside you before getting into the car.

“Are you feeling a little better?” You asked Sarah twenty minutes into the drive.

“Yes, I just want to shower and get into bed” she sighed. Once arriving Sarah seemed to be a little more steady on her feet thankfully, quietly walking beside you she looked through her window to see Joel on the couch.

“Great, he was probably waiting up for me. He’s on the couch watching a movie” your heart sunk not expecting to see him the moment you walked through the door.

Joel looked over hearing the door unlock and watched as you both quietly walked in.

“Wasn’t expecting you two back for another hour” he leaned forward as he noticed you struggled to look him in the eye.

“Hi Mr.Miller” you whispered before finally looking up at him, the two of you locking eyes for just a moment.

“Hey dad, we’re just exhausted. Gonna head to my room, we’ll talk in the morning.” Sarah spoke with a groggy voice as Joel stood up and watched you both walk past him. His eyes couldn’t help but look at your back side when you suddenly looked back at him and caught him checking you out. He quickly looked up yet didn’t say a word, what could he say? Looking away you walked into Sarah’s room and closed the door.

“My uncles probably knocked out already, I’m sure my dads gonna sleep now that I’m home. If you don’t mind I’m gonna shower I reek of tequila.” You laughed and began to take off your make up. You could hear Joel saying goodnight to Sarah as she walked to the bathroom, the sound of Joel’s bedroom door closing before she started her shower.

With a sigh you changed into your oversized shirt still thinking about how Joel looked at you today. Maybe it was all in your imagination, why would your friends father look at you this way?

Sarah warned you she would take a while in the shower and you could feel your stomach rumbling for something small having barely eaten that day. Hesitantly you opened the door to a dark living room and no one around. Tip towing into the kitchen you turned on a small lamp searching for something to eat when you found some chocolate chip cookies.

“Yes” you whispered taking a bite into one with a satisfied sigh. Joel silently made his way out of his room and found you in the kitchen with your back to him. Once again he found himself with the beautiful view of your legs, Joel couldn’t understand this attraction he couldn’t ignore. He knew it was wrong to look at you this way but he found it harder and harder to stop himself.

“Enjoying that cookie huh?” Joels voice made you jump as you turned to find him leaning on the door way with his arms crossed. He wore a navy blue shirt with grey sweat pants that you of course noticed traced the print of his manhood perfectly.

“I didn’t hear you come out, I thought everyone was asleep”

“I’m sorry, darlin’ did I scare you?” He stood up straight and began to walk towards you.

“No, not at all. I just-“ you became distracted with the way he was looking at you listening carefully to what you had to say.

“Look about today, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were home and-“

“Mhm” he nodded as he continued walking towards you to a point that you began to back up.

“If I would’ve known that you were going to walk out like that-“ you noticed Joel cornered you back against the kitchen counter, his body close enough to where you had no where to go.

“Mr.Miller…” you whispered noticing his eyes wandered to your lips.

“Mhm” he looked back up with eyes that you found to be so dreamy you could melt. It was as if he didn’t notice how close he was to you or maybe he did and he didn’t care.

“I um…” you found yourself at a loss for words when he slowly and unexpectedly placed his index finger under your chin angling your face towards him leaning in and kissing you. In that moment you felt something explode within you, your body feeling as if it was lifted up off the ground before you slowly pulled back.

“Mr.Miller..Sarah-“

“I know” he interrupted in a husky voice.

“This isn’t right” you whispered.

“I know” before you could say another word he leaned in again kissing you passionately..this time you didn’t stop him. His hands held your waist and he kissed you more eagerly, a trail of kisses leading to your neck, he felt your body sink against his.

“What are we doing?” You whispered but he didn’t say a word, his lips covering yours when you felt his erection poking against your pelvis. Joel couldn’t control himself any longer, he pushed his pants far enough where his cock was exposed and lifted up one of your legs. The head of his cock brushing against your soaked underwear, he could feel the heat from your pussy calling for him. Joel looked down at you as he pulled your underwear to the side, allowing him to enter. You held your breath at the first feel of his cock beginning to enter you, grabbing onto his shirt tightly. With a crease between his brow Joel kept his eyes on you feeling how aroused you were as he fully entered with a quick thrust.

“Mr-Mr.Miller..” you gasped feeling how big he was inside you. He didn’t say a word, slowly thrusting into a rythm that made you drip down his cock. His eyes never left yours as he fucked you, he knew he shouldn’t have been doing this but it felt so fucking good. You could hear Sarah still in the shower, you couldn’t believe what you were doing. How the hell did you end up having sex standing up with your friends father in the kitchen.

Joel held your leg up leaning his face now against your neck as his breathing grew heavier. Your eyes rolling back with your fingers through his curls, you moaned with him beginning to thrust harder.

“Fuck” he lifted his head as sweat built up making his curls stick to his forehead.

“That feels so good” you whispered breathlessly looking up at him as if you were begging for more.

“It do, don’t it?” He grunted before leaning in to kiss you again. He moved faster as your nails dug into his shoulder blades with each deep stroke.

He caught you looking over his shoulder afraid Tommy would come out at any point.

“Don’t you worry, baby girl, you keep those pretty eyes on me, no one’s gonna see us” he panted.

You nodded trusting his word.

Joel continued to push harder almost making you lose your balance on one foot. You gasped but he held you in place not letting you move.

“I got you, darlin’ you’re not going anywhere” he assured you. You moaned feeling his balls slap against you when an unexpected squeal left your lips as he abruptly pulled out and came hard.

“Fuck” his cum dripping down his hand onto the floor. You gasped leaning back onto the counter as you watched him finish off when the sound of the water being shut off distracted you.

“Shit, she’s coming out-“

“Fuck” Joel still out of breath rushed cleaning up as you ran to the room with your heart racing. Minutes later Sarah entered to find you pretending to be half asleep in bed.

“Sorry I took long” she sighed.

“It’s ok” you sat up wanting to rush to the bathroom.

“Just gonna wash up quick and get back to bed” she nodded and lay back in her bed ready to fall asleep.

That night you and Joel couldn’t sleep, awake in your own beds thinking about what you had just done. Joel had never done anything like this before, not with a friend of his daughters.

What the hell would Sarah think?

Then Joel thought about what must’ve been going through your head. Here you were cornered by a man twice your age and seduced, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable in any way.

The next morning you and Sarah came out to find Tommy had made eveyone a big breakfast. Joel sat at the table as you sat next to Sarah.

You couldn’t look up, your face down staring into your plate the whole time while Joel couldn’t help but glance at you any chance he could get.

“So how was your night ladies?” Tommy asked making you look up.

Oh your night was just great, an unexpected quickie with your friends father but that’s all. You couldn’t help but think sarcastically to yourself.

“It was fun just never drinking tequila again” Sarah chuckled.

“How about you” Tommy asked you but you weren’t paying attention.

“Hey” Sarah nudged you catching your attention.

“What was it, sorry” You smiled awkwardly at Tommy.

“I asked how was your night, how’d you like tequila?”

“Oh no, I barely drank” Joel looked at you as he ate his eggs.

“Oh so she’s a good girl, maybe you can learn a thing or two from her, Sarah” Tommy teased.

“Uncle Tommy, you shouldn’t talk” she teased back.

“Alright alright, got me there” Joel noticed your mind wander off again as Sarah and Tommy laughed together.

“Hey, you’re off today right?” Sarah looked at you.

“If you want we can do our nails, I got some new colors in my room and-“

“I um-sorry, I can’t. I have to go, I have um-I have somewhere to be” Sarah noticed how strangely you sounded but didn’t question anything in that moment.

“Ok another time is fine” she shrugged.

Joel felt guilty noticing how you were acting and was trying to find a way to speak to you without anyone knowing. As Tommy stayed busy on the phone in his room and Sarah watched a movie in hers, Joel caught you on your way out.

“Hey” he walked towards you by the door before you could open it.

“You alright?” He looked down at you in concern as you looked down at the floor.

“I’m fine”

“Listen, hun I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I shouldn’t have-“

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable. I wanted it as much as you did, Mr.Miller” you looked up at him, your words surprising him.

“That’s why I need to leave…I can’t do this. You’re my friends father and-it felt so good but-“

“But what-“

“I have to go” you quickly walked out not being able to say much more. Joel watched you get in your car wondering if he would see you around again…hoping he would…

[marsbabysblog]

preoutbreak!dbf!dark!joel thought of the night :

stargazing in his truck but he really just ends up fucking me until i cry

"let me take a picture of your abused pussy, you love it when daddy uses you don’t you? daddy’s pretty cum rag"

"can i rape your little pussy? how about your asshole?can i stick it in your little ass, princess?"

"let daddy in, princess. come on, let me fuck this little hole, let me use you"

okay that’s it

help i’m not okay. I need dbf! joel so bad rn…

DARK NSFW

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“let me take a picture of your abused pussy.”

That would literally ruin me. And then he threatens to show your dad the picture anytime you say “no” to him 🖤

DADDY’S PRETTY CUM RAG. I will be his pretty cum rag whenever he wants me too. He fills you up so good, even when you beg him not too. He’s put so many of his kids inside of your pretty pussy 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🛐🛐 (thank god for plan B)

“can i rape your little pussy? how about your asshole? can i stick it in your little ass, princess?”

the anal scares! he would absolutely terrify you when he starts to rub the head of his huge cock on your little un-stretched ass hole. You would cry and beg him no, and he would just laugh. He loves making you scared he thinks you look so cute 🖤

“let daddy in, princess. Come on.”

Joel is so daddy i want him. Your pussy is so tight and one day he doesn’t wanna prep you on his fingers. He just wants to shove it right into your little cunt. He loves giving you pain, he loves watching you scream 🖤 your just a tight hole for him to use, that’s all.

I love writing little things like this! You guys are feeding my dark fantasies 🖤 Please tell me more thoughts!!

-marsswann

[pascalpvnk]

december & january fic recs list

hello! welcome to the second installment of my end of the month(ish) fic recs posts :) listed in no particular order, just as each fic was read! [once again, if your fic has found a cozy home on my tbr blog, don't fret! i will work through each one slowly but surely xx (divider by @saradika-graphics)

important post regarding TLOU + Neil Druckmann’s Zionism!!

heed all warnings according to each fic. if there's something on here that isn't your cup of tea and you don't want to read it, then scroll past. thank you!

fic rec masterlist // main masterlist

a * denotes smut (18+ MDNI!!)

drabbles

untitled [joel cares for you when you're ill] - @undercoverpena (soft!joel miller x reader) snooze - @tightjeansjavi (joel miller x f!reader) untitled [first date arm appreciation] - @softlyspector (joel miller x f!reader)

oneshots

Joel Miller

sweet thing* - @honeyedmiller (jackson!joel x sunshine!f!reader) study days with joel* - @bearsbeetsbeskar (joel miller x f!reader) joel nye, the science guy* - @endlessthxxghts (joel miller x afab!reader) love shack - @pascalispretty (joel miller x gn!reader) do you like it here?* - @/endlessthxxghts (joel miller x afab!reader) a burning desire - @/honeyedmiller (firefighter!joel miller x f!reader) hiraeth* - @/honeyedmiller (dbf!joel miller x f!reader) ripe* - @hier--soir (preoutbreak!joel miller x f!reader) teacher's pet* - @javiscigarette (joel miller x virgin!f!reader) the way he was - @cavillscurls (joel miller x reader) a lesson in condom sense* - @joeloverture (dbf!joel miller x f!reader) softness - @joelsgreys (post outbreak!joel miller x f!reader) texas hold 'em* - @sweetercalypso (joel miller x f!reader) yellow bird* [from whiskey sour universe] - @kiwisbell (joel miller x f!reader) sick days with joel miller - @/bearsbeetsbeskar (joel miller x f!reader) caught the bug - @mrsmando (joel miller x f!reader) warm me up* - @/tightjeansjavi (game!joel miller x f!reader) your heart, a sonnet - @kedsandtubesocks (author!joel miller x f!reader) will you show me?* - @eupheme (no-outbreak!joel x f!reader, joel x reader x tess) untitled request [body insecurity comfort] - @forever-rogue (joel miller x f!reader) like nothing matters* - @sp00kymulderr (joel miller x afab!reader) yours and mine, mine and yours - @morallyinept (no-outbreak!joel miller x pregnant!afab!reader) untitled* [body worship] - @/softlyspector (joel miller x afab!reader)

Frankie Morales

sweet treat [part I // part II] - @/mrsmando (sweet!frankie morales x f!plus-size!reader) worship* - @/tightjeansjavi (frankie morales x f!reader) birthday girl* - @ilovepedro (frankie morales x plus-size!latina!f!reader) pickup truck* - @luxurychristmaspudding (frankie morales x f!reader) end up here* - @inthe-dark-tonight (frankie morales x f!reader) hungry* - @/endlessthxxghts (frankie morales x f!reader) stalemate* - @joelscurls (frankie morales x f!reader)

Javier Peña

use me* - @palioom (javier peña x f!reader) knead - @/tightjeansjavi (javier peña x f!reader) nights are so starry, blood moonlit* - @janaispunk (javier peña x f!reader)

Misc.

blue jean baby* - @fettuccin-e (agent whiskey x afab!fem!reader) peeta mellark: your loser boyfriend* - @zombatss (peeta mellark x afab!reader) more than friends* - @gracieheartspedro (best friend!ellie williams x f!reader) let me be needed* - @/luxurychristmaspudding (din djarin x f!sex worker!reader)

series

i know it when i see it* [part six*] - @bageldaddy (pornstar!joel miller x fem!reader) catfish* - @/tightjeansjavi (fisherman!frankie morales x bartender!reader) cherry thrill* [lights*] - @hellishjoel (tattoo artist!daddy dom!joel miller x virgin!sub!f!reader) the checklist* [hot & cold* // take my breath away* // what's in the bag*] - @thetriumphantpanda (joel miller x f!reader) your needs, my needs - @/gracieheartspedro (cowboy!joel miller x f!reader)

so sorry this is late :') i was having so many formatting issues lmao. thank you all for sharing your wonderful fics xx

[cowgurrrl]

I present more Joel Miller headcanons: Pre-Outbreak Edition

Author’s note: that ask about preoutbreak!Joel got me thinkin 🤔 (gif by @userpascals)

Oh my god he’s so soft

He definitely went to Mommy and Me playtimes with Sarah after her mom left to try to make friends and all the moms couldn’t stop talking about the young hot dad

Got into contracting because his dad owned the business and let him come on as a partner when Sarah’s mom got pregnant

Tommy definitely moves in with Joel once he returns from Desert Storm and helps Joel raise Sarah (even though he’s still a kid himself)

Joel is a Worrier™️. Every time Sarah would lose a little bit of weight or fall behind on a milestone, he would be rushing to call her pediatrician or his mom to make sure he didn’t accidentally break his daughter

Have you seen that TikTok of the baby laying on his dad’s guitar? I totally think Joel would’ve played guitar and sang for Sarah on nights when she couldn’t sleep

There’s a great picture Tommy took floating around somewhere in Austin of a three-month old Sarah reaching for Joel’s guitar while he looks down at her and sings. He looks so tired and his hair is a mess and there’s spit up on his shirt but his eyes are so bright and happy

Her favorite song was Delta Dawn by Tanya Tucker and Joel could probably play it with his eyes closed

Joel would totally be the dad to carry his baby around in a Baby Bjorne so he can have free hands. Sarah loved it so much that when she outgrew it, they both had trouble adjusting

Sarah loves going to the zoo so much as a toddler that one year Joel splurges and gets them season passes

They end up in the butterfly sanctuary or the aquarium for HOURS every weekend

That girl ADORES her dad and uncle like those men are her whole world

Sarah takes her first steps in the kitchen because Joel put her down and she was DETERMINED to make it known how much she wanted to be held (yes, Joel cried)

Her first word is Dada (yes, Joel cried)

On her first day of kindergarten, Sarah had no problems walking right into school with her huge looking backpack but Joel was the one who lingered in the doorway, watching his little girl go and make friends on her own for the first time ever (yes, Joel cried)

He really tries not to work so much but life and bills get in the way so he works more than he wants to but he still manages to rent the newest Disney movie from Blockbuster when it comes out

That man would be so Southern holy shit

His mama raised him to be a polite gentleman and he tries to raise Sarah with the same manners

He would also be the type of Texan who calls everyone pet names. He uses pretty much all of them: mama, honey, sweetheart, darlin’, etc, but baby girl is reserved for Sarah

During Fair Week when Sarah gets out of school, Joel, Tommy, and Sarah load into the truck and go to the county fair

Same thing for Fiesta in San Antonio. It’s a long drive but he justifies it because he gets to spend time with his family

When he gets jobs out in Lockhart or Ottine, he always stops by Buc-ee’s to get Sarah a new shirt

There was one point where Joel Miller was punctual but after Sarah was born, he’s always late

He’s always the last one into PTA meetings, parent-teacher conference, and whatever else but the important thing is that he’s there

As Sarah gets older, he would reach out to her mom every so often, half-hoping she would want to know about Sarah, but never gets a response

They definitely do matching Halloween costumes for as long as she lets him get away with it

Her first Halloween, Joel was a fireman and Sarah was a Dalmatian

Every Christmas season, they go out to the Miller family ranch in West Texas and spend time together. It’s not a lot of property and the house is older than Joel but it’s cozy and Sarah loves it

Joel often feels like he doesn’t know what he’s doing when it comes to raising Sarah but when she brings home a class assignment for him to hang on the fridge, he cries again

Sarah had to write about heroes. Her class had been learning about firefighters, doctors, and nurses and the kids got to pick anyone and write about why they’re heroes. Some kids picked Spider-Man or their dogs or even the school crossing guard, Mrs. Quintanilla, but Sarah picked her dad

“My dad is my hero because he works very hard! He helps fix people’s houses and gives them safe homes to live in. I love my dad because he is my best friend and he takes care of me and sings to me. That is why my dad is my hero,” her scribbly second grade handwriting is transcribed by her teacher on her paper

He hugged Sarah tight and left it on the fridge for a year before carefully tucking it away in a memory box to look at for when he feels down

Being a single parent is tough but Sarah makes it all worth it