#theplumsoldier

[theplumsoldier]

sore loser

summary: the scales of your rivalry with joel miller tips in his favor as he calls out your mistake and you end up a loser. the classic "you hate your partner but fucks him anyway"

pairing: mean!joel miller x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ please and thank you, hate sex, rough vaginal sex, spitting, slapping, choking, fingering, squirting, sloppy/rough blow job, degradation, age-gap, begging, biting, mean!joel, forced orgasm & multiple orgasms, tasting joel's blood?? no aftercare please let me know if i missed anything!! (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

You hated everything about him. You hated the way he looked, the way he spoke, and the way he walked. You hated how he was always confident, how he was always right, and the fact that he always knew which buttons to push. You hated how he was a better shooter than you, how he was better at finding supplies than you, and how he was better at tracking than you. You hated his salt-and-pepper beard, the curls in his hair, and his sun-kissed skin. You hated his brown eyes, his deep voice, and his large hands. You hated how he treated you like a child, how he called you "kid", and how he looked after you.

Most of all, right now, you hated that he shot the clicker before you managed to put a knife to its skull, how he made it look like you couldn't save yourself. He took the win and he got the point.

It was a game and you were losing this battle for dominance, and you hated losing to Joel Miller.

You had been biting your tongue so damn hard to keep yourself from stooping down on his level and the taste of blood lingered in your mouth for about 4 minutes before the last straw had been drawn.

Joel just couldn't stop himself from being an ass and work in yet another one of his snarky remarks.

"Get over yourself, Miller. I had it handled," you grumbled.

"Sure looked like it," he retorted sarcastically, making scattering noises as he dug through a crate in the warehouse.

The way he didn't even bother looking at you only made you more furious. "How the fuck do you think I survived this long on my own, huh? I've been—"

"Ask myself that every time I save your ass," he interrupted mockingly.

Your blood was boiling in your veins. He felt so fucking superior and it was driving you insane. You knew your worth, but for some reason, you had this crippling urge to prove yourself.

"Somebody needs to knock you off your fucking horse, Miller."

Joel chuckled grimly. "S'that right, sweetheart? Wanna give it a go?"

His infuriating words made you stand to your feet, and frankly, it excited Joel to see you acting like you might just do something about it.

With a groan he got up himself, easily towering over you. You swallowed harshly, jaw clenched.

Joel's face was set in a firm expression, dark eyes analyzing your face to predict your next move. It was a face-off.

There was a subtle smirk and you wanted to wipe it off so badly. This was entertaining to him—a challenge he joined, a game he played just for the kick of it.

You couldn't win a fight against him, you were smart enough to recognize that fact (at least for now). So you breathed out, your nervousness drawing out a shaky laugh.

"I hate you," you spat and turned around, sure you'd only dig a deeper hole for yourself if you looked at him any longer.

"That what you tell yourself when you dip your little fingers down between your legs?" he wondered aloud, not even testing the waters but diving head first into the lake of all your buttons that he planned to push: "Don't think I don't hear you moaning my name when you get off in the night."

Your eyes went wide and shame colored your cheeks pink. You hoped he wouldn't notice as your eyes shot daggers, completely dumbfounded, hoped your anger had already made your face red. You were at a loss for words, completely and utterly embarrassed.

The mixture of emotions compiled a message to your brain for you, and before you had a chance to regret it, you lashed out. Your hand stopped clenching and raised to deliver a well-deserved proper bitch-slap, but Joel caught your wrist. It all happened quickly, and it felt like you were watching on rather than being forced back against the wall, arms suspended against the cool and rough cement in his grasp.

Joel's head cocked, eyes blazing down at you. "You wanna try that again, sweetheart?"

The sudden close proximity made you involuntarily grind your hips forward.

"So that's what all this s'about, huh? You’ve been givin' me that bratty attitude 'cause ya got your panties in a twist?"

"Fuck you!" you snapped, the words seething through your grit teeth, leaving a bad aftertaste on your tongue.

"But that's what you want, innit sweetheart? Goin' around acting like I'm the devil's spawn, but really you just want a good fucking, yeah?"

You hated how he was always right.

Your arms strained in his grasp, writhing to get loose though the heat pooling between your legs protested. You enjoyed having him this close. You could smell him, see him.

"You're so fucking full of yourself, Miller," you snarled but had stopped trying to fight off his grip.

Joel chuckled down at you, tutting: "F’you wanna be full o' me, too, darlin', all you gotta do is ask nicely."

There was no fucking way he was actually offering to fuck you. It had to be a dream. A nightmare. But it wasn't. And he was offering exactly that, you realized as his head tilted. He was dead serious.

You knew it wasn't out of the good of his heart, so he must be wanting this, too. And if he needed it as much as you did, you were going to make him work for it.

You ground your hips into his again, this time very much on purpose.

"Tell me you don't want to bend me over right now, Miller," you leaned forward and whispered in his ear, letting your lips graze the soft flesh of his neck. His cock was hard against your cunt and he didn't do a thing to push you away. "Tell me you haven't just been dying to try out this tight pussy. An old man like you can't have had a proper fuck in ages."

He laughed. "Swallow your pride, sweetheart. You've never even been with a real man before, have ya? Always waltzin' around in your short skirts at the Byson, whoring yourself out for attention from those boys."

"Knew you'd been checking me out," you smirked, the movements of your hips now a consistent grind against him. "But you're right. And those boys can't help, they dunno how to handle me."

"I don't do charities, darlin'. F’you want me to fuck that shitty attitude out of ya, you're gonna have to prove yourself."

This time around, Joel pushed his clothed cock against your pussy and you knew what he wanted.

You wriggled your hands, inching closer to his face but never letting your skin touch. "Kinda difficult to get on my knees when you’re holding me like this, innit?"

Joel let go only to force you down on the ground, but you didn't protest. You had lost all filters, all of your arrogance as you were faced with his cock prodding at the zipper of his jeans.

Looking up as you eagerly undid his belt, you were pleased to see him inhaling deeply, proudly as he looked down on you. You pulled the zipper down, and your breath hitched as his cock saluted. He wasn't wearing underwear.

His cock was thicker than you had imagined, girthier than what you had felt while fingering yourself that night which he had so mockingly reminded you of. Long with a slight curve and a purple mushroom head unscathed. A drop of pre-cum covered the slit and you imagined it was crying for you.

"You gonna put that bratty little mouth to good use or do I gotta do that for you, too?"

Instinctively you glared up at him, giving him a look but it was washed away a second later as he took charge.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair, Joel forced you onto his cock, not giving you a second to wet your lips or spit on it. Harshly pushing you down on his cock, you found that it wasn't needed, there was plenty of saliva in your mouth to lubricate him. A whimper left you when his head hit the back of your mouth, your throat automatically constricting at the sudden intrusion. You felt your cunt mimic the reaction and clenched around nothing.

Joel was heavy in your mouth, the thickness making you worry the back row of your teeth would scrape him. If they did he didn't care, for when you looked up at him through teary eyes he was unconcerned.

He forcefully prodded against your throat, slipping in just enough to push further and you gagged.

Joel inhaled sharply. "S'a tight little throat you got there. Guess you haven't been whoring around as much as I thought," he chuckled, holding your face pressed firmly against him, your nose nuzzled in the patch of curls.

He held you there for a couple of seconds, allowing your throat to get adjusted despite acting seemingly careless about how you felt. A moment later he pulled you off by your hair, and you gasped hoarsely, blinking up at him through the tears slowly blurring your vision.

Hovering over you, Joel cupped your cheeks and lifted you slightly, bending down as he did. For a second you thought he was going to kiss you, but his fingers dug into your face, forcing your mouth open for him and he spat on your tongue, an obscene look on his face.

"Eyes on the price, sweetheart," he chuckled and landed you back on your knees.

With his hand holding you tightly by a makeshift ponytail, Joel pushed his cock back into your mouth and without warning, set a brutal pace sure to give you a headache. As slick gathered between your legs, a migraine was the least of your worries. You snaked a hand between your legs to relieve the tingling strain.

The breaths you were granted came in between the thrusts and you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling dizzy, prompting him to yank at your hair.

"Look at me," he grunted coarsely, voice going straight to your sex and you ground down hard on your hand, gasping for air. Joel admired your puffy lips, smeared with saliva, strings of drool connecting your mouth to the tip of his cock. "You look like a fuckin' mess, sweetheart. This what you been thinkin' about, hm? Been thinking 'bout acting like a little slut f'me, huh?"

His degrading words fueled your fire, both making you want to bite back at him and make him come down your throat. Opting for the latter, you tried to take him back in your mouth, wanting to put your adjusted throat to good use, but he yanked you back. A whimper left your lips and he slapped your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

"F'you know what's good for you, you'll answer when I ask you a question."

Wet and needy, you didn't hesitate. "Yes! Yes, Joel," you cried, one hand on his hip for purchase, the other hid between your legs, fervently toying with your clit. "Wanted you to treat me like a whore! Wa—wanted you to fuck me stupid!"

That's when he noticed your hand between your legs, eagerly seeking out friction. His brows connected in a crease of anger, and he had you on your wobbly legs one moment and hurled you onto a dirty surface the next.

"The fuck you think you're doin', huh? Touching yourself without permission?" Joel growled and for the first time his disappointment got to you.

He held you by your throat and you could feel the calluses in his palm scrape your skin.

"M'sorry—couldn't help myself," you babbled feverishly as he shoved a hand down your undone pants, feeling just what you had been so disrespectful to touch.

A guttural moan escaped him and you could have died just then, knowing you did that to him.

"Christ, sweetheart. You got this wet from chokin' on my cock, huh?" he mused absent-minded and you couldn't decide which you liked more; Joel calling you "sweetheart" or— "such a fuckin' slut.”

You were startled but thankful when he pulled down your jeans in one swift movement, exposing you to the cold air in the warehouse.

He didn't give you a warning before he plunged two fingers into your cunt, curling them against the velvety roof of your wet cave. Clawing onto his shoulder with a gasp of surprise, you instinctively tried to lift yourself and relieve the overwhelmingly intense feeling.

"Where you goin', sweetheart? This not what you wanted?" You desperately wanted to slap the grin off of his face, but he had you completely wrapped around his finger. Literally and figuratively. "Didn't you wanna be used like a little slut, hm?"

"Please," you begged, drawing the word out with a rugged moan and clutching to his shoulders. "Ff—uck!"

He fingered you at an unforgiving pace, three fingers and his palm slapping against your cunt each time. The squelches from your pussy resonated off the bare walls and if you hadn't been so focused on the pain mixing with pleasure, you would have been ashamed Joel was the one making you this wet.

"Joel!" you cried, tugging at the front of his shirt. "Plea-please! Need your cock!"

He choked you with his unoccupied hand, forcing your face inches from his. "Quit whinin' or I'll leave you 'ere," he threatened.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes, unable to comprehend your increasing lust for him from being this close. Joel's breath was hot on your face, breathing his air, you became dizzy from a mix of him and your impending orgasm.

"That's right, sweetheart, cream all o'er my fingers," he beckoned, feeling your contracting walls squeeze his fingers. Your legs were trembling, wanton moans spilling from your lips as Joel pulled an orgasm from you.

You incoherently begged him to fill you up, wanting nothing more than to milk his thick cock, but when he caught sight of your pleading eyes, he applied pressure to your clit instead. It was sore from the heel of his palm having slapped it repeatedly and it made you unable to come down from your high properly.

Your legs spasmed as his torturous fingers brutally skirted across your bundle of nerves. Before you could process what happened, a gush of pleasure sprayed from you.

Your cheeks flushed pink, realizing Joel had just made you squirt. You had never done that before, and you looked at him with an expression of surprise mixed with confusion. He looked proud.

Joel groaned as he stroked his throbbed cock, smearing the precum over the head while his other hand pushed down hard on your belly, holding you just at the edge of the table.

Stammering his name, your attempt at any sort of coherent sentence was foiled as he slid his girthy cock into your cunt.

Your eyes fluttered shut, walls clenching around him. You had never felt so full. "Joel—" you shuddered, gripping his bicep for purchase.

A string of curses left his lips, a crease knitting his brows together in concentration. "Fuckin' hell, sweetheart, s'a tight lil' hole ya got 'ere."

Joel wanted to take a moment just then, revel in the sweet clench of your pussy, catch his breath but he knew you would notice. As much as he had a hidden desire to ruin every other man for you and have you tail him like a lost puppy, he refused to acknowledge how overdue this was.

He didn't give you another second to adjust before he rocked his hips back and slammed his cock back into you. If you thought his fingers hit a spot, his cock fucking destroyed that.

You couldn't even form moans properly as his hips rutted at a bruising pace, expertly molding your cunt to fit him. His face contorted and he grumbled something under his breath, but you didn't care to ponder what as he filled you up. You were still dazed from the previous orgasms and it was like he wouldn't allow you to come down. Your ragged breaths, his grunts, and the wanton sounds of skin slapping filled your head as you soared around on cloud nine.

A large hand snuck under your shirt, the calluses on his palm rough against your skin but you loved the feeling as he squeezed your breast, thumb and index pinching your nipple.

Your knuckles turned pale from clutching down hard on his shoulders, fingernails clawing indents at the exposed skin on his neck and collar.

You hoped the crescents would outlast this moment, that Joel would curse at the sight the next time he looked in a mirror. You hoped he wouldn't be able to get this moment out of his head then, not ever, thinking back to this moment whenever he would see the scars you left on him.

A hiss escaped you and tore the thought of making your mark out of your mind. His deft fingers were rubbing your sore clit once again.

There was determination on his face and animalistic hunger in his dark eyes—he looked as if there was no getting through to him, like he was stuck in a world of his own.

Whether he insisted on drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you for your pleasure or his ego, you did not know. Joel always had something to prove—to himself or the people around him, it was another thing about him you didn't know. In this moment, as he chased every high for you, you didn't care either.

You hated him for making you feel this good. Hated him for making you moan in pleasure, hated him for making your legs shake uncontrollably. You wanted to taunt him, crack a spiteful comment about his age or something, let him know he wasn't doing as well as he thought—but he was. You could lie, but your body would betray you.

There was no snide comment left in you as Joel's hips pistoned into yours. It felt too good. He felt too good.

"S'too much," you gasped and held onto his shoulder, not pushing him away but not pulling him any closer either. "I can't."

The pressure on your clit was too much. The frantic rubbing, the harsh pads of his fingers, mixing pleasure with pain in the most unforgiving way. It hurt too good to want to stop him, though.

Joel surprised you, pressing his forehead against yours. His eyes were heavy, and his jaw was slack, the blissful expression ruined by a smug chuckle.

"You can. C'mon, sweetheart, I believe in you," he tutted like one would to a child riding a bike for the first time.

It spurred something inside you, the degradation. Your hooded, watery eyes caught sight of his plump lip through the blur and without a second thought, you lunged forward and bit it, your teeth piercing the soft skin.

It was the closest thing you would get to feeling them, you knew it, and you weren't about to beg for a taste.

A slap landed on your cheek, sharp and stinging, but he kept his hand there on the side of your face, cupping it in an almost endearing way.

Joel hissed at the taste of blood—surprised but not disgusted. The hand cupping your face in the sweetest way turned to force your mouth open, and you grinned bitterly when he spat on your tongue, tasting his blood.

His thrusts became more frantic, the pad of his thumb sloppily skipping over your clit as he draws your pleasure out. Forcing you to look into his eyes while you come around his cock, Joel's too far gone watching you to notice the way his balls tightened.

"Fuck—"

Slick with your juices Joel slips out of your clenching pussy, jerking his cock a few pumps as he hisses, strings of milky sperm decorating your abdomen.

Your heavy breaths hang in the room like thick syrup, bodies sticky, tension at a maximum as the lust turns back to hatred.

Joel moves from you with a grunt, a sly smirk on his lip as he moves his gaze from the mess on your stomach to your eyes. He leaves you to clean yourself up and tucks his softening cock into his pants, the zipper resounding comically loud through the silence. It reminds you of a secret between children, zipping your lips close as a solemn pledge.

It was over and it would never be brought up again. As you did your best to clean up, get back into your clothes, and comb your fingers through your hair, your eyes were trained on Joel's back—if eyes could kill and all that.

At once, you were back to hating one another. You hoped your nails had dug deep enough into his shoulder, hard enough to leave scars.

[swiftispunk]

happy birthdaaay 🍑🍑👋 hope you have the best of days and are surrounded by people you love and care about !! 🤍🤍

thank you lovely! 💜

[morallyinept]

A list of all my favourite JOEL MILLER Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 9

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Blood Flow - @bunnysbrainrot DBF!Joel

Common Tongue Of You Loving Me - @tightjeansjavi Raider!Joel DDDNE

Honey Stained Hands Series - @undercoverpena

Welcome To Therapy Series - @elvinaa Dark!TherapistJoel

Dark Angel - @chaotic-mystery AFAB!Reader

Listen - @punkshort

Time Passing - @pascalisbab

Texas Hold 'Em - @sweetercalypso

Hungry, Hungry Joel - @intoanotherworld23

Aftermath Series - @theplumsoldier

Scream Queen - @hellishjoel Ghostface!Joel

Honey-Do - @kiwisbell

Don't Ruin The Sofa - @alwaysmicado FWB!Joel

Reminiscence - @projectionistwrites

Little Rabbit - @velvetmud

Happy Birthday - @trulybetty

Sanity Is A Cosy Life Series - @patti7dc Dark SerialKiller!Joel

Followed The Beast - @psychedelic-ink

I Can Be Your Pretty Girl Series - @walkintotheriveranddisappear

A Heart For Eating Part 1 & Part 2 - @narxisus

Datura - @suzdin Featuring Dave York

Lay Off The Flannels - @endlessthxxghts

Happy Halloween - @starry-eyes-love

Plan B & Late Payment - @cripcross

Devour - @jksprincess10

Noisy Sunday - @myillusions

The Two Of Us - @yourwinchesterbros

Three Days & Recovery - @punkshort

A Quiet Storm - @ozarkthedog

Lacy - @toxic-seduction

The Mask - @talaok

Divine Dynasty Series - @cavillscurls Mafia AU

The Millers & The Millers Halloween Edition - @creedslove

Stay In Bed Series & Halloween Edition Stay In Bed - @psychedelic-ink

Juniper - @softlyspector

Number 1 Girl - @joelhoney

Into The Deep End - @magpiepills

Dylan's Stepfather - @hopplessilse BSF!Joel

Joel Interrupted - @iamskyereads Ghost!Joel GN!Reader

Checkmate - @mandoisapunk DBF!Joel

Double Shot Series - @thesimulationswarm Featuring Tommy Miller

Cowboy Like Me Series - @macfrog DBF!Joel

Cherry Waves Series - @hyzer34 DBF!Joel

Cold & Be Strong Like You Should've Been - @amyispxnk

Things He'd Say To You - @beabliss

Better Man - @buckyispunk

[dionysusinparis]

Beautiful

Summary- Joel helps you through an Ed relapse

TW- eating disorder, check ups at a hospital, nurses, scales, talk about weight (no certain number mentioned), laxatives, slight cursing, slight heated argument, mention of diets (carbs, dairy), models, pet names (bunny, honey, baby doll etc), crying, kisses (please let me know if I missed any!)

A/N- This was very much inspired by @amyispxnk post about S/H. Actually, I got the idea to write another fic solely because not only has it helped her (at least I hope so) but others :) SO MASSIVE FOREHEAD KISSES TO HER <333 Like Amy, I cannot find a single fic about ED's and a character helping through it so here I am lmao. THIS IS A SENSITIVE TOPIC so please proceed with caution.This goes without saying that this is my experience and pretty much a vent post. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE IN CASE ANYTHING MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE/TRIGGERS YOU IN ANY WAY!! This is also probably going to be quite messy and unedited so I apologize for that!

If you are ever struggling my asks and messages are always open if you want to pop in and vent <33 (they are open anyways if you would like to request or even just talk ;)

Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appriciated and result in forehead kisses <33

TAGS and GORGEOUS MOOTS &lt;3 @creedslove @morallyinept @lumoverheaven @vabeachazn @pedroswife69 @yourlocalmerchgirl @yorksgirl @jokersfangirl84 @tuquoquebrute @planet-marz1 @cool-iguana @dilfspitdrinker @theplumsoldier @pedrit0-pascalit0 @joelswritingmistress @studioghibelli @chibimosa @jennaispunk @pascalscoffin @mermaidgirl30 @phatghettorat

W/C- 2.1k

‘NEXT!’ a nurse appeared from around the corner and looked at you with beady brown eyes, startling you. You went in and noticed the blankness of the walls in the office, nothing but posters about the infection and other diseases you have not even heard of before.

‘Name?’ the nurse flatly asked, not even bothering to look up from her clipboard, a pen gripped in her pruny cold looking fingers.

‘(insert your name)’

‘date of birth’

‘(insert your date of birth)’

TRIGGER CONTENT!!!

So today you’re getting your height and weight checked, is that correct?

You looked at the nurse, slightly trembling as you nodded your head, unable to even form a sentence ‘ye-yeah I am’. You wished that Joel could be here with you. He would be able to answer the woman’s  questions, give you a reassuring smile or even hold your hand as you stepped off the scale. Of course you couldn’t ask him that, you knew that he was overworked with the customers that could not get off his back and just had to keep changing the plans around, and adding a stupid visit to the hospital would probably send him into a frenzy if he found out why you needed to go.

After what seemed like hours you managed to choke out, not before having to sit in that gloomy, dead quiet waiting room what you just had to every single session ‘wou-would you mind not telling me what the number on the scale is? Pl-please?’

The nurse turned around and pursed her lips into an uncomfortable smile ‘of course. Now sit down on that scale and let me see the number.’

Trembling deer like legs carried your body towards the scale, your hands shaking as you sat yourself down and waited for the moment to be over, praying that the nurse doesn’t call out the number to another young woman who is standing just a few feet away now with the clipboard.

‘(insert a number)’ the nurse called out quietly but loud enough for you to hear. Your heart drops in an instant, beating a thousand miles per hour. Your mouth goes dry as paper sand and tears pool in your eyes trying hard not to break an embarrassing sob in the middle of a goddamn nurse’s office.

‘fuck, fuck, fuck. Did I seriously not lose at least a fucking pound.’

The nurse breaks your train of thought as she instructs you to stand on the height machine which you reluctantly do, wishing for the appointment to be other and so you don’t have to see her again. You knew it was a mistake going forward with the appointment even if your long term doctor was away on maternity leave.

‘why the fuck did I even come, oh god im gonna die. Im gonna die. Im gonna die.’ You repeat to yourself, almost like a prayer, wishing that the ground would swallow you up. You noticed your face getting hotter and vision blurring as you flatly and quickly thanked the women and left in a rush, almost tripping on your laces.

Once you get in your car that’s when the flood of tears erupt you supressed erupt from your eyes. You hit the steering wheel as you let out shaky sobs, running your mascara and leaving puffy bags under your eyes. You don’t even bother to fix your appearance as you knew Joel would still be at work for a couple more hours and hoped that you’ll feel better by then, even if the thoughts still stormed in your mind. ‘we made an agreement. If you didn’t lose a pound you know what younwere going to do to yourself’ a tiny voice reminded you, making you shiver as you remember the pills of laxatives that you hid from Joel behind the shaving razors he kept under the sink. You let out a shaky sigh and fumbled in your bag looking for the keys. The second you opened the door; you dropped your bag by the door and rushed to the bathroom to check if the pills are still there. You let out a relieved sigh to see that Joel still hasn’t noticed them and didn’t chuck them out. You knew it was wrong to lie to him. You never did, after all it’s Joel. Your Joel who you could tell anything that bothered you, but this was a hurricane inside you for months, even years. It was embarrassing if you were completely honest. Who worries this much about what they looked like, quite vain, shallow you thought to yourself. What would Joel think if he found out, would he call you vain? Self-absorbed? An attention seeker? Even worse, would he think that you were too much and leave you?  You were afraid of even thinking about it. You quickly unscrewed the cap open, looking behind your shoulder even if no one was home and took one, feeling a familiar feeling of emptiness that was about to come, making you even crack a small smile.

It was a couple of hours later now and Joel just arrived from work, an exhausted look in his eyes changing the minute he saw you in the kitchen cooking him his favourite dinner and making him crack a tired grin. He took off his work boots and tool belt and tip toed to the kitchen. You felt a strong pair of arms holding your waist, making you slightly tremble but slightly smiled nevertheless and turn around to face him.

‘Missed you darlin’’ he quietly said in his usual southern drawl and tried to peck your lips which surprisingly to him you turned away from and instead turned back to the chicken you were cutting and putting on his plate.

‘Honey? Are you okay?’ Joel asked in a soft tone and touched your arm, making you slightly squirm at the contact.

‘ye-yeah im okay. Just really tired’. You falsely yawned and gave a smile that he knew didn’t reach your eyes and brighten it as usual. However, he didn’t want to annoy you and decided to keep quiet even if the worry about you ate him up alive.

During the dinner you were reluctant to eat. You only ate a couple of vegetables and a slice of the chicken and drank some water. You forced yourself to eat so you didn’t worry Joel, feeling a sense of panic when you reluctantly swallowed the food, washing it down with more water and hoping that it won’t reach your system quickly. Whilst Joel as usual had a second helping to the dinner, loving the tenderness of the chicken and how the soup warmed his limbs after a cold and hard winter day at the site today.

Though he did notice you barely touched your food, not being fooled by what you were trying to do. He noticed that you weren’t well, that you were struggling but was afraid of sticking his nose and potentially upsetting you. but tonight, this was the night he just had to find out what was wrong with his baby doll. ‘Baby? Are you feeling okay? You barely touched your food? Are you trying to poison your husband? He joked trying to keep the situation light.

When you didn’t look up from your plate he tried again with a louder voice ‘baby? Are-are you okay?’

You snap out from your train of thoughts and look up. Your heart feeling a pang as you notice a set of brown eyes desperately trying to search yours but finding nothing, only an empty pair of eyes staring back at him. You crack a forced smile, trying to lighten up the situation. ‘Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. I- I’m just you know, tired. Long day today was’ you added a chuckle, praying that he drops the topic.

However, he does quite the opposite of dropping it and instead continues, himself pleading that you will tell him what’s going on. ‘Doll, I know that you’re lying. You know that right? And quite frankly not only is it upsetting me but making me scared’.

You knew he wasn’t going to drop the subject now, silently cursing yourself in your mind but you didn’t expect him to get up from his seat and get on his knees next to your seat and to take your hands in his. You look into his eyes, feeling yet another set of tears pooling in your eyes as you noticed the fear in his. ‘Dolly? What’s going on? Come on we know this isn’t you. what’s going on?’

You let out a shaky sigh and drop his hands ‘nothing’s going on. Seriously I’m okay.’

At this he slightly gets angry ‘we both know this ain’t fuckin’ true.’

‘Joel- ‘

‘Don’t fuckin’ Joel me. Do you seriously think I’m this stupid to not notice everythin’. How you don’t wanna go out to eat anymore. Fuck, you barely even eat sunshine.’

You reply in a slightly irritated tone, ‘of course I do. I’m eating now, aren’t I?

He snorts ‘oh and what will you be fuckin’ shittin’ it out a couple of hours, later? Hm?’

He goes upstairs to the bathroom, and you run upstairs following him with tears streaming down your face now. You stand in shock as he holds the exact same bottle of laxatives you took only a couple of hours ago. ‘Oh those? Did you really think I wouldn’t find them honey?’

You drop to the floor and cover your face with your knees, letting out a shaky weep into your palms, blubbering sorry’s to Joel. Joel sits down next to you on the bathroom floor and picks you up to cradle you in his arms and planting kisses into your hair and shushing you.

After at least half an hour of you sitting in his embrace and crying your entire heart out, Joel hushed to you, ‘Sweetie, you need to tell me what’s going on. I’ve been quiet about this for months but today, today was just terrifying for me to see what is happening to you’.

After you composed yourself as best as you could you told him about everything. How you’ve seen some diet in a magazine and that turned from trying it out to then reading about how carbs and dairy is bad for the thighs and then how some model uses laxatives to get rid of the food. ‘I just wanted to be perfect for you.’

He couldn’t help but slightly chuckle at that ‘baby girl, you’re doing this for me? For someone who thinks that you are the prettiest and most perfect thing roaming on this Earth? You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, making Joel smile and slight sigh out of relief that he may be getting through to you. ‘what’s making you do this anyways? Apart from me?’

You let out a shaky breath, hesitating for a minute to tell him but trusting enough ‘well for starters I saw how other women, skinnier to also add looked at you and it just- it just made me feel so bad for you. You could have any other girl and I feel like I just trapped you by being with me.’ When you finished you hung your head down, disappointed and even angry at yourself.

Listening to this shattered Joel’s heart into pieces, ‘sugar, are you even hearing yourself? You really think that I feel trapped being with you? Shit I feel freerer than I have ever felt. I don’t think you understand what kind of crap you pulled me from just by being here. And those women? Bunny, if you think that they ever compare to your gorgeous self then I pity you. I pity you for not seeing what I see every day. And you know what? I thank lord every day that I get to see you, touch you, talk to you because I fucking love you. So so much.

At this you crack a grin and have tears streaming down your face ‘so you don’t think I’m some kind of monster? Even for this?’

‘Baby, you are far from a monster. To me you are a ball of fuckin’ sunshine, too much sometimes of a sunshine but nevertheless you not only brighten up my day but I’m sure Dan’s, Suzie’s, fuck, everyone’s day.’

You blush red and smile, hiding your face into his arms, to which Joel laughs and kisses the top of your head. ‘shall we just go to bed and call it a night, we can talk about it more in the morning when I don’t stink and stick to you more’.

You nod your head smiling slightly and both shower together before climbing into bed. Your head lays on Joel’s broad chest, listening to his heartbeat which lulls you to sleep along with Joel’s mindless patterns that he draws on your shoulder and sweet words he whispers into your ear. When you fall asleep a few minutes later, Joel kisses your temple and whispers a silent goodnight before he  falls asleep with his hands wrapped around you and smiling to himself feeling even luckier that night for having you in his arms.

[babyispunk]

Thank you to these angels for tagging me @pedritoferg @theplumsoldier 🫶🏽🤍

I see a running theme with these pics and the vibes are SCARILY accurate 🫠

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tagging @lanasunglasses @nostalxgic @worhols @joeldjarin @joelscruff @macxiek @mondaychildsworld @caitispunk

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

get to know me tag!

tagged by @theplumsoldier !

what is your astrological big 3?

cancer sun, cancer moon, gemini rising

last song?

heirloom by joshua kyan aslampour

currently reading?

sorcery of thorns, although i think i might dnf it because it has a few details in the writing style that isn't for me... like i looove some of it, but damn it's just not enough to drown out the bad :(

last movie?

the descent

it's karaoke night at your favorite dive bar, which song(s) are you singing?

when i used to do it it was usually like a classic whitney song or alicia or aretha

currently working on?

chapter 10 of lilac ♡ 

no pressure tags: @inkluvs @inklore @ghostlyfleur @chvoswxtch @bruisedboys @cosmal @midniteluv @venuslore @amorchai @oncasette

[pedritoferg]

Thank you for the tag my angel bee @millerscoffee 🐝

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Tagging my gorge moots 💞

@babyispunk @joelsgoldrush @mandobi @tightjeansjavi @nosesitter @joeldjarin @worhols @nostalxgic @chaotic-mystery @theplumsoldier

[theplumsoldier]

slippery when wet

summary: after a night out, you get home to hear carmy moaning your name. really, was there anything you could do but join him?

pairing: carmy berzatto x roommate!reader

word count: 2,6k

warnings: vulgar language, 18+ MDNI; smut, unprotected sex, soft!carm, masturbation, voyeurism, dirty talk, creampie, brief mention of breeding kink, mention of sex toys (vibrator)

as always feedback is appreciated <3<3

It's ridiculously fucked up, Carmy knows it—but when he literally stumbles over your fucking vibrator what the fuck is he supposed to do?

You've been roommates for quite some time now, you know each other pretty well and Carmen knows his social skills have improved over the last couple of months because of you. You drag him with you wherever you go, whenever he has time, that is. Even when he's tired after a long day, he will let you persuade him to tag along just so that he can hear you say "please" to him. Of course, he would rather you begged him for something else, but you can't have the cake and eat it too. Especially if one (him) can't even grow a pair and fight for it. The cake was you obviously, and Carmen wasn't quite sure when it had begun.

When he looked back, he supposed there might always have been something. After you had moved in (he'd gotten a new apartment with more space and this beautiful newly renovated kitchen, but he needed a roommate in order to afford it) he'd been surprised to find that you didn't just want to move in—you wanted a friend in your new roommate as well. You would plan movie nights, game nights, and such, wanting it to be more than just a place to live with a stranger. You wanted it to be somewhere you lived with a good friend, a place to call home. He was skeptical, to begin with, as was his custom with new experiences, with new people. Carmen knew his restaurant required his full attention and was therefore unsure he could satisfy your wish, giving you a friend, but after just one night of getting to know one another, Carmen found himself going out of his way to find the time to spend some with you.

Flash forward to now, this second, where Carmen stood paralyzed in your room, frozen in place as if he had accidentally glared into the eyes of Medusa—it was no Greek goddess though, just a regular pink vibrator with a fucking sucker-mouth. His cock was straining in his pants as the toy painted pretty little pictures in his head—fuck. All of this because he let you boss him and tell him to get your charger.

You had vacuumed the apartment earlier—that's why you couldn't get it, you said, because you had already put your shoes on. Now he wondered if you had meant for him to find it.

You must have, he reasoned, looking around like a deer in headlights, an anxious expression already on his face as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. He wasn't though, right? He was getting your charger, per your request—it wasn't his fault you had left your charger right beside the one that was charging your fucking vibrator.

Before he knew it, he was reaching down, pulling the charger from the vibrator, and inspected it closer. Carmen wanted to turn it on, feel how it vibrated, how it sucked, but he was afraid the noise might be loud enough for you to hear. Luckily he didn't, for before he knew it you called for him, asking what was taking him so long.

In a fright he threw it on the bed, covered it under pillows and the comforter, before retrieving your charger and met you by the door.

"Thanks. Y'ready?"

. . .

When you got home at around 3 in the night, you were not nearly as tired as you were when you had left the club. Carmen had left while you were still at the bar, excusing himself with his job—he didn't have to go back to the restaurant until the evening, but you didn't blame him. He wasn't a very social creature and you were just glad he had agreed to come along in the first place.

Sadly, your bit of fun for the night ended with Carmen's leave. Your friends coerced you into clubbing instead, insisting the bar was foul-smelling and boring. You figured it might help you get over the loss of Carmy, but after spilled drinks, men crossing lines and the DJ playing shit-music, you decided it was time to retire as well.

But now, as you stepped inside the dimly lit apartment, you felt wide awake. You wondered if Carmen was still awake or if he had just left them on for you. His door was slightly ajar, but he always slept with it closed. You decided that he probably had dozed off when he'd gotten home, forgetting his usual habits.

You quietly moved around, being careful not to make any noise as you grabbed a glass of water and traipsed back to your bedroom.

Not bothering to move under the covers to comfortably settle in, you laid on top of your bed when you felt something poke at your back. It was your vibrator.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, for you thought you had let it charge after earlier. When you had been using it, the battery quit on you and it wasn't exactly difficult retracing your steps, because you recalled being unable to reach your high without it. Looking back, you supposed that had been why you had found yourself shamelessly eye-fucking Carmy all night at the bar—ever since moving in you had thought he was attractive, but you had never had any trouble keeping your eyes to yourself when your mind began to wander.

Carmy had been in here, when he got your charger for you before you left. Your eyes widened at the thought and your breath got caught in your throat—he had not only seen it, he had picked it up, too.

Although you were flustered, your couldn't help but imagine how it had played out. Had he picked it up because he was dense and didn't realize what it was? Had he thought about you using it on yourself? Or had he maybe thought about using it on you? Did it make him horny? Had his cock pressed against his pants the same way it did some mornings when he wore sweatpants?

Your thighs rubbed together to relieve the wave that followed the thought, but in the following moment you heard something from Carmen's room.

You wanted to think your mind was playing games, making you think you were indeed hearing what you had already slithered your hand down your pants to help imagine, but you swore it was, in fact, a moan.

It should make you turn over, slide under the covers, go to sleep, and enforce a little privacy. But you just couldn't help yourself. The sound went straight to your core, vibrating through your head, trying to recall the exact pitch of Carmy's moan. You needed to hear it again. Before you knew it, you were sneaking through the hall, treading carefully as to not make a sound.

You weren't sure what you would do. He might just be asleep, moaning and groaning through his dreams: whatever they might be. As you approached his door, you felt something twitch in you as you heard heavy breathing, panting even. Then a curse left his lips and there was not a single doubt about it now—Carm was jerking off.

Hearing your name fall from his lips, you were suddenly seized by an impulse and let the door to his room open further, leaning against the doorframe. Carmen was struck by surprise, but quickly recovered and pulled the comforter to cover his proud cock.

His face was flushed, even in the dark your could see the redness in his cheeks and chest. Lips parted, between heaving breathing and meaning to speak, wobbling worriedly.

"Don't mind me," you spoke gently.

Striding over there, you slid a finger from his calf to the exposed upper thigh as you tiptoed closer to him, making the air around him all the more hot and heavy as he stared, dumbstruck.

"Were you thinkin' about me, Carmy?"

His face was warm with shame and he tried to form a response, but his voice failed him and clawed its way back down his throat, hiding in embarrassment. Instead, he gulped, feeling his cock still throbbing under the cover.

"'S okay, Carm," you told him, eyes softly scanning over his body as your finger traced small circles where it had come to rest on his thigh. You could feel his muscles ripple beneath the skin and you massaged the flesh with the ball of your palm. "Don't get all shy on me now."

"I—I didn't hear—didn't know you were ba—back already."

You chuckled lightly, fingers skimming the edge of his comforter, but not yet pulling to reveal any more of his body. "Heard you moan my name—I couldn't stop myself, Carmy... Wanted to hear you again."

Carmen felt his jaw clench in anticipation. He had imagined you in several scenarios, many of which portrayed this one deliciously—you finding him like this, flustered, fisting his cock as he pathetically whined your name. It was his favorite, but the fantasy did not compare to reality as you actually stood there, towering above him with a look in your eyes just asking, pleading to take care of him.

The whole night had been like this for him, ever since finding your pretty pink vibrator—a palpable intensity air between you, electric strings bringing you together all the while your similar poles made you repel, shared gazes saying more than words could ever express. Carm had been horny as shit all day.

"Tell me what you were thinking 'bout, Carmy."

He mustered enough courage to take your dwarfed hand in his and guide it over his cock, showing you just what you did to him. It felt like torture to not feel your palm on his cock, and it the pining feeling intensified when you massaged it through the textile, just like you had with his naked thigh.

Encouraged by his guiding hand, heaving chest, ticked jaw and furrowed brows, you leaned down and kissed the spot below his ear, applying more pressure to his cock.

"Saw you found my vibrator, Carmy. S'that what you were thinkin' about, hm?" You nibbled on his earlobe and couldn't help but chuckle as he needily bucked his hips up, using his hand to practically squash his cock into your palm. "You can't imagine how many times I've fucked myself with that fuckin' handle, just hopin' you'd come in and replace it with your cock."

Another string of curses left his lips. In a matter of seconds, Carm grabbed you by your hand and pried it off his cock only to flip you over and mount you.

With his entirely naked body hovering yours, you suddenly felt very overdressed. Though you had rid yourself of the pants and bra you had worn earlier, you were not nearly bare enough.

Your talk had pushed him too far, it seemed, and he wasn't about to let a flimsy pair of underwear stop him from wrecking you, and fuck—he was going to wreck you.

It was as if he gained a wave of confidence when moving your panties to the side, and lined his weeping head with your folds, feeling the slick having amassed.

"Fuckin' hell," Carmy groaned, loving how you lubricated him. Then he felt a sudden pang of guilt, smelling the alcohol on your breath. He would hate to wake up in the morning, knowing he had taken advantage of your state and you would later regret it. But you had said you had thought of him, like he had of you, many times. Carmy cupped the side of your face in his palm and made eye contact. "You sure about this?"

You knew it was because of the alcohol, because you had never shown an interest, because you were roommates and would have to see each other again tomorrow. It was no situation either of you could possibly make light of—the consequences would be dealt with in the morning. The truth was, if there was anything you were unsure about, it was the fact that you knew you'd be better able to fuck him sober. The alcohol gave you courage, but sobriety gave you focus—guess you'd just have to fuck him in the morning too.

"Yes, Carm—now fuck me or lose me."

Yes chef.

He had imagined this many times: he would carefully slide in, melt into you and feel every crevice on his way, but reality turned out to be far from it. When his cock first dipped into your wet cunt, a single shuddered moan left his lips before he pulled out, and he couldn't stop himself.

In no time he had set a rhythmic but furious pace, placing his hands right above your shoulders as leverage, keeping you in place so that he might fuck hungrily into you, just like he had with his fist. But this felt so much better, you felt so much better, hugging him, squeezing him and somehow sucking him in while your contracting pussy pushed him out.

When he looked down at you, you were already staring at him with bleary, hooded eyes, the ghost of a crease wrinkling your brows in pure pleasure.

Your mind had warped somewhere outside this plane of existence, somewhere colors and sounds and smells finally touched, mixing into an ethereal feeling of everything good in the world. When Carmy finally clashed his lips to yours, you were pulled back, cascading into his grasp and you chanted his name like he was your God. You were desperate for release, seeing as your vibrator had failed to help you much earlier. The orgasm had been building up all night, only fueled by Carmy's hungry looks at the bar.

Carm, ever the gentleman, put his focus on bringing you over the edge. Your eyes said more than the incomprehensible sentences you tried to form.

Snaking his hand between your bodies, he knew what to do when your hips involuntarily thrust upward. Your slippery wetness joined with his movements meant his thumb slipped over your clit instead of drawing the circles he had intended. Your slack jaw and glossy eyes revealed to him his attentiveness was sufficient and he continued his deft handiwork, encouraging you.

"I got you. I got you. Lemme feel you, baby—"

And he did and he hoped to God it would not be the last time. The wanton sounds you emitted, along with the pornographic noises of skin slapping skin—he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Not with his balls vigorously tapping against your ass, not with you clenching him so deliciously, not with a dream coming true.

Your spasms seized and it became your turn to beg him: "Fill me up, Carmy! Want—fuck! Wanna feel you fill me up!"

He had always been good at taking orders, and with you he happily obliged. Although the thought made a scare flash in his mind for a millisecond, it also made his cock twitch and he was surprised when he spilled into you with a loud groan. Carmen wasn't sure whether it was your begging for his cum or your begging for him to come in you, but he fucked you through his orgasm, pushing back the idea of a newfound kink.

While Carmen went limp beside you, you pulled his head to the crook of your neck and calmed his breathing by threading your fingers through his curls. He didn't mean to, but he became incredibly drowsy after that, and he must have fallen asleep there, in your arms, at some point, but not before he wearily made out the praise you offered him: "So good f'me, Carmy. So good."

[strangerserendipity]

omg thanks for the tag @theplumsoldier !! 🫶🦖

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if anyone wants to participate just say I tagged you!!🤲

[ageofultron]

Hey, for a marvel url on a different site, if i used the url 'theplumsoldat' would you recognize it as a bucky url as a marvel fan? Is it even good? I need someone else's opinion on how it looks/flows or whatever.

i definitely recognize it as a bucky url! the plum thing is an inside joke that i feel everyone, especially bucky stans, will recognize. and same with soldat, i mean, that just screams bucky. i think it’s witty, i like it!

[morallyinept]

A list of all my favourite JOEL MILLER Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 6

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Taking Care - @theplumsoldier

Older - @tangledupinyellow

First Light - @5oh5

Soaked - @macfrog

Tear You Apart - @ilovepedro

Saved Too Many Times - @pascalisbaby Dom/Sub

Moon, A Hole Of Light - @tinycozycomfort QZ!Joel

The Way We Were Series - @punkshort

Something Wretched About This - @covetyou

Spend All Your Love Making Time - @haylzcyon Sub!Joel

Jizz Fingers - @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Truth Or Dare - @joelscruff

The Man In Apartment 6A - @spookykoolkat

Don't Think Twice Series - @walkintotheriveranddisappear Featuring Tommy Miller

Fear Thy Neighbour - @xdaddysprincessxx SerialKiller!Joel

The Rogue Who Coaxed You Series - @atticrissfinch Boss!Joel

Needy - @talaok

Traitor - @chaotic-mystery

Peaches - @pedropascalsx

Bloom Series - @penaonthestreets-javiinthesheets Florist!Reader

Pillow Queen - @beskarandblasters

First Date - @thepascalofus

As Natural As Another Leg Around You In The Bed Frame - @tightjeansjavi

Guilty & Stepdaddy!Joel Masterlist - @chloeangelic StepDaddy!Joel

Not So Tough Now, Is She? - @walkintotheriveranddisappear Dark

Reminders Of Love - @louswrld11

Better Man Than I - @houndsoforion FTM!Reader

Deliver Me From Nowhere Series - @atinylittlepain

Your Hand In Mine - @thelightsandtheroses

But I'm Better - @bunnysbrainrot DBF!Joel

Orange Slices Series - @farmerlarrry

Video Nasty - @sin-djarin

Sunshine Series - @kewwrites

Trying Something New - @theywhowriteandknowthings Doctor!Joel

Bad Blood Series (Scroll down Masterlist to find) - @jrrmint Raider!Joel

Each Other's Temptations - @sweetenerobert DadM!Reader Dom!Joel

Biting Down - @psychedelic-ink BodyPiercer!Joel

Medicine - @awxcoffeexno Husband!Joel

Filth - @brighttears

[dionysusinparis]

Mechanic Joel

TW- smoking, catcalling, slight violence (pushing), verbal threats, age difference Joel in his 50s and no age but younger reader (at least I had in my mind). LMK if I missed any.

Summary- Joel notices you being catcalled by a guy and comes over to help

A/N- This whole photoshoot had me screaming, crying and throwing up lmaoo and needed to use this pic for something. Used it more as inspo but oh well hahaha. I apologise this isn't longer and not more detailed ,currently dying in my bed but needed to get this off my chest lmao

W/C- 1.1k

Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appriciated and result in forehead kisses <33

TAGS and GORGEOUS MOOTS <;3 @creedslove @morallyinept @lumoverheaven @vabeachazn @pedroswife69 @yourlocalmerchgirl @yorksgirl @jokersfangirl84 @tuquoquebrute @planet-marz1 @cool-iguana @dilfspitdrinker @theplumsoldier @pedrit0-pascalit0 @joelswritingmistress @studioghibelli @chibimosa @jennaispunk @pascalscoffin @mermaidgirl30 @phatghettorat

‘-That will be a hundred for you’, one of the mechanics, who were changing the oil in your car shouted over his shoulder.

You looked through your purse to see that you were 10 dollars short and sighed in frustration. ‘Hey man, look I’m 10 dollars short. Is there anything I can do to repay or maybe we can discuss the price?’

‘We all know what you can do sweet cheeks’, a guy, around your age cut you off and smirked, looking you up and down, just stopping his sight on your short top which showed some of your clevage. You knew that this would fucking happen. Even before the mechanic started to look at your car the guy was sitting on one of the stools and noticed you coming in, winking and adjusting how he sat when he saw that you were wearing some shorts and a short tank top, a classic summer outfit men just could not stop themselves from making weird comments. You didn’t notice the guy when there was another man just a few feet away from him, pumping air into some tire and screwing it onto the car. He was older than you. Much much older. Probably in his 50’s considering the sunspots around his body, but especially his shoulders that flexed and broad chest that heaved when he picked up heavy equipment. Oh, and those salt and pepper curls that stuck to his forehead, leaving them to stick up at the front, giving him a slight boyish look. You noticed how the grey tank top, now drenched in sweat and oil clung onto his muscles, showing off the biceps and the veiny arms covered in grease that you so longed for to hold you at night. That moustache definitely added to the rugged charm, making you slightly close your legs tighter when you noticed the little specks of grey on it and the patchy beard. When he noticed you gawking at him, he flashed you a pearly white smile that made his crows feet crinkle even more around his eyes and went back to fixing the car for that guy that was now busy on his phone, probably texting a bunch of girls.

‘HEY YOU!’ a voice boomed from somewhere and you noticed the vest guy, now you know as Joel from the tag on his vest.

He strode towards the guy, a snarl on his face and eyes full of fury ‘the fuck did you just say to her?’. His voice definitely showed that he wasn’t playing any games with anyone.

The guy stood quiet, a smirk quickly falling off his lips as his eyes slightly widened ‘i-‘

‘I won’t fucking repeat myself again, the fuck did you say to her? Come on, let me hear. Let all of us hear it.’ You knew that this was the wrong time to admire how the veins on his flushed neck bulged out and the way his hands curled into fists. You cursed yourself mentally as you noticed your breathing slightly hitching as Joel threw aggressive words at the guy. However, the next thing you didn’t expect at all. When the guy didn’t say anything but SLIGHTLY TREMBLED, Joel looked away for a split second in anger as he pushed the guy towards the work bench, towering the guy’s figure and taking some money from his pocket before spitting.

‘Take that piece of shit and get out. I swear if I see you again it won’t end well for you. You’re lucky you even have fucking teeth right now’.

The guy quickly walked away from his broad frame and turned his car on before speeding off, leaving his bag on the seat he sat on which Joel didn’t take a double look and thew it across the garage into the trash can before swaying towards you. ‘sorry about that sweetheart. Didn’t meant to get that aggressive. Hope I didn’t scare ya or anythin’ like that’.

You shook your head and smiled ‘definitely deserved it, what an asshole. Should’ve punched a few teeth out’.

Joel laughed at that ‘well I would’ve loved to protect a pretty lady like you that way but I could see he was trembling even when he came in a bit before you. Are you okay though? Need anythin’ to drink?’

You shook your head and pointed to your purse ‘got some here but thanks, and also of course thanks for this. I’m sure you get a lot of guys like that here, with fancy cars and all of that junk’.

‘Sure do’, he purses his lips. ‘All of them are the same. Some fancy car, a designer bag but no balls in their pants if you get where I’m headin’ with this. That’s the third one this month I swear, talking up some chick and being so fucking gross’ he laughs as he takes out a cigarette and lights it up ‘want one?’

‘You nod as you take one from the pack and put it between your lips and taking a drag when Joel lights it up for you’.

‘name’s Joel, and yours, honey?’

You slightly blush at the pet name which he notices and smirks to himself ‘(Insert your name)’

‘What a lovely name for a lovely girl like yourself, pretty as a peach as well’ Joel smiles and puts out the cigarette, throwing the butt somewhere on the floor and looking down on the floor for a split second before meeting your eyes again, a pool of warm brown eyes searching yours.

‘so how much did you say you were short?’

‘10’

‘I won’t charge you today sweets. Not after that asshole, hell maybe I’ll scramble through that bag of his and use it to pay for your oil change’ he winked and grinned.

‘oh-um-you don’t have to do that’ You looked in your purse again, hoping that a 10 dollar bill will magically appear somewhere between the Camel Lights and gum.

‘no no I insist. I mean if you really wanna repay me though you’ll let this redneck take you out somewhere nice, it’ll be worth your time I can guarantee you that’.

You smiled with a grateful look at Joel ‘shit man thanks, and damn what an offer from a guy like you’

He chuckled, ‘a guy like me probably has more game than any of those younger hotshot losers you’ve been out with, am I wrong?’

‘well’ she takes out a pen and writes her number on his wrist ‘convince me then’.

He smiled to himself as he looked at the number as you got into your car and shouted ‘guess ill see you around Joel’ you winked and waved as you drove off and noticed him waving back with a sheepish smile.

‘what a lass’ he muttered to himself as he went back to work, smiling to himself for the rest of his shift and replying the conversation in his mind.