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ROUGH COMFORT

BFD!JOEL MILLER x F!READER

SUMMARY : you should be hurt, heartbroken, even that after such a good relationship your boyfriend has turned into a grade-a piece of shit. Yet you just couldn’t find it in you to be all that upset, specifically because an unexpected comfort comes in the form of his father, Joel miller, and his rough hands.

WARNINGS : infidelity (mutual, DONT DO IT), age gap (readers in her 20’s, joel’s approaching 50), morally conflicted!joel (kinda), smut!!, having to be quiet, unprotected p in v (BREEDING!), morning sex, honestly fluffy, kinda size kink, theyre lowkey in their own little world, fingering, mostly readers pov, regular smut especially for my page but, enjoy:)!!

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You hadn’t slept this peacefully in months.

The stress of whatever had been going on between you and Jacob had left you with endless, restless nights. So this was a big change — one that only seemed to happen on the rare occasion you fell asleep in the same bed as Joel Miller. That, and the mind-fogging orgasms from the night before.

The large western Airbnb, tucked away on slightly isolated land, created an atmosphere that calmed you. It stripped away the weight of everything with Jacob and just let you be.

Just be you and Joel — for the night at least.

Now here you were, bare bodies tucked under a thin sheet. His thick arm was draped over your skin — warm, heavy, and comforting — as his steady breaths fanned the back of your neck. Your face was buried partially in the pillow, sleep slowly starting to slip away.

The sheer, lace-like white curtains did nothing to block the sun, now beginning to beam across your face as you took your first slow blinks into consciousness.

Your body automatically shifted more onto your stomach, face pressing into the pillow as a slight stretch pushed its way into your joints.

Only as you went to move again you felt his arm tighten around your waist, tugging you back into him with a playful nip to your shoulder.

“Mm, you tryin’ to run off before I get my good mornin’ kiss?” Joel drawled against your skin, voice thick with sleep and smug satisfaction. “That’s rude, sweetheart.”

Your face shifted toward him, taking a moment to study the ruggedly handsome features so close to you. A shy smile graced your lips.

“Wasn’t running,” you huffed, eyes flickering over his face. “Just didn’t wanna wake the grumpy old man clingin’ to me.” You teased, fighting off a grin.

Joel squinted at you smugly. “Hmm.”

He leaned in slowly, letting his nose brush against yours before pressing his lips to your soft ones.

A gentle kiss — warm, easy, and willfully ignorant.

As if the two of you weren’t lying there naked together… while his son — your boyfriend (albeit a piece of shit) — slept drunkenly just a room over.

He could feel your soft grin into the kiss — a kiss that lingered longer than it should have. Soft, slow, but heavy with remnants of something neither of you dared name.

Something the two of you had delved into deeply, yet still left unnamed — a secret only shared in these moments of willful ignorance.

Joel’s hand slid up your side, fingers brushing the curve of your waist. His touch lingered, roamed, like he’d already memorized every inch of you but still needed the reminder.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes half-lidded and unreadable.

You blinked up at him, raising a light, delicate finger to trace his stubbled jaw. Joel leaned into the touch, his gaze scanning your face like it held every answer he was too afraid to ask for.

“You sure you weren’t runnin’?” he murmured, voice low and rough now — like gravel soaked in honey. Buried beneath it, though, was fear. Fear that you’d finally realize just how fucked up he was.

Falling into something deeper than a fling — with his son’s girlfriend. He should’ve been disgusted with himself.

But when your expression shifted — soft, knowing, yours — he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Your fingers slid into his curls, grayer than they used to be, a quiet smile playing at your lips.

“We both know I wouldn’t get far,” you muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

That made him smirk — and then he was on you again, mouth firmer this time, hands bolder, like he’d been holding back since the second he opened his eyes.

His kiss deepened with an unspoken desperation — not rushed, but intense. Like he was trying to memorize you all over again, tongue sliding against yours with slow purpose.

You reciprocated, spewing the intensity of whatever was going on between you two without saying a single word.

His hand roamed up your back, fingers tracing the line of your spine before tangling gently into your hair, coaxing you to shift closer, onto your side. His body pressed against yours — skin warm, chest rising and falling in rhythm with your own.

He kissed you like he had all the time in the world. Like no one else existed — not even the boy passed out one room away.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured between kisses, lips brushing yours as he spoke. “Every time you look at me like that…” he didn’t need to finish his sentence for you to know what he was going to say.

I forget I’m not supposed to touch you. Not like this.

You were just as guilty. Every time Joel looked at you like that, the rest of the world disappeared. It was just the two of you — messy, wrong, and inevitable.

You swallowed hard, the air thick with heat, guilt, and want. “Then don’t stop,” you whispered, voice trembling just slightly, hand buried in the side of his graying curls as you settled fully on your back beneath him.

Joel stilled for a beat — then exhaled, slow and heavy. His chest ached in that same warm, welcomed, gut-punch way it always did when you reminded him that you too wanted this. In a way that seemed more than lustful.

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it.”

Joel dipped his head again, kissing you slower this time — but deeper, more deliberate.

Your hand tightened slightly in his hair as you kissed him back with same, aching deliberation — not just giving, but meeting him.

Matching every press of his mouth with your own need, your own quiet confession.

The two of you pulled back as he shifted above you, a slight smirk on his face as you blinked up at him with raising suspicion.

Thumb running over the slight saliva under his lips, wiping some of it away while you squinted in him. “What’s that look?” You muttered and Joel’s eyebrows raised as innocently as a man like him could get.

“Dunno what you mean, sweetheart.” He muttered as his head dipped lower, nose grazing your cheek as his other hand grabbed onto the thin sheet covering you.

“Y’know,” he murmured, dragging his nose along your cheek, “I used to think you were shy. Thought maybe I scared you a little.” He teased as he began to strip away the sheet, your body trembling momentarily at the act.

You scoffed, breath hitching as he suddenly jerked the sheet away. Hand sliding up your leg teasingly. “You definitely didn’t scare me.” It wasn’t a total lie, when you first met him you were intimidated — but more so from the intensity of what you felt when you met him for the first time.

He smirked, his voice low and warm as he pressed a chaste kiss against your pulse point. “No?” He inquired as his hand cupped your knee.

Subconsciously you adjusted, legs spreading to make room for him in between. “Even when I’ve got you all spread out like this?” He asked, eyes falling on your perfectly spread folds.

Slick beginning to make itself known and he couldn’t help the smug look he shared with you. “Please,” you breathed out, body shuddering and nipples hardening as his hand began to trace a line towards your inner thigh.

A teasing game of skimming back and forth watching the goosebumps rise on your soft skin. “The only thing I’m scared of is how much you think you can handle.” A let out something mixed between a yelp and a giggle as he lightly smacked the inside of your thigh.

His head dipped into the junction of your neck, grazing the skin with his teeth, before moving lower. He grinned up at you as you shuddered when he skimmed across your chest — a light tug on the swell of your breasts. “Oh, baby, I don’t think. I know.”

He assured as you felt his hand get closer and closer to your know, aching and dripping cunt. Your back arching in an attempt to get him there faster - but he just gave you that same look and pulled his hand back an inch.

“But I’m more than happy to let you find out for yourself.” Without waiting for a response he finally let his fingers slip through your slick, his fingers coated in it from the brief swipe.

Your hips jerking from the slight friction and you let out a little whine. “Joel.” You whispered looking up at him in desperation, the man glancing down at you with faux confusion.

“S’matter baby?” You tilted your hips towards his hand but he just grinned down at you while adjusting himself so one of his legs held one of yours down.

His body on the side of you now as his hand began feather light grazes against your weeping cunt. “Need something?” He mused as your head turned, needy breaths fanning his neck as your glazed over eyes pleaded with him,

“Please,” you whimpered, fighting to keep your voice steady, “need you, want you.” He chuckled, low and satisfied, though the admission made him give up on the drawn out teasing and shorten it more than he planned.

“Yeah?” He cooed, head dipping down as you nodded and he finally let his fingers — firm and heavy glide through your folds. Capturing your lips in a raw, needy kiss.

Full of tongue and his teeth grazing your lower lip as he swallowed the sound you made as his fingers bumped your clit, once, twice before a small but loud enough noise that his gaze snapped up to yours.

Eyes dark with warning but lips still curved in that maddening smirk. “Uh-uh,” he murmured, voice low against your ear. “S’much as I love to hear you cry my name baby, Gotta be quiet remember?”

You nodded, hand wrapping around his large bicep as best as you could for something to ground you. “Walls are thin, baby. You want him hearin’ how good I make you feel?” You’re breathing hitched and you shook your head slightly.

Head tilting to look up at him and you pressed a harsh kiss to his lips making the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

“Then you’re gonna have to be a good girl for me,” he whispered, “and keep those pretty sounds to yourself.” You bit your lip hard, nodding, your hips twitching toward his hand.

Joel smeared your leaking arousal over your clit once more before sliding his two fingers towards your painfully empty hole — your thoughts trembling slightly.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, pleased, almost reverent — like he wasn’t just touching you, but owning every second of it. “Nice ‘n quiet while I ruin you.” You let out a far quieter whimper, sucking in a breath as he pushed in slightly.

A small dip in before pulling both of his fingers out, eyes flickering between the enchanting sight between your legs and the expression on your face that made his erection far more painful.

Your nails dug into his arm as he swirled his fingers around, your chest heaving before you sucked in a sharp breath as he pushed in. You’d had his cock multiple times the previous night — but it wasn’t as often enough to make even his fingers not sting just a bit.

Joel gauged your reaction, the faces you made when he’d give into you — it always had him right at the line of nearly making him cum without you even touching him.

His fingers pushed in, welcomed by warmth and slick, your walls holding onto him tight. Scissoring his fingers slightly he began to slowly pump his fingers, small gasps leaving your lips and he took pity on you.

He knew you really were trying to be quiet.

“That what you needed? Hm?” Joel asked, head dipped down to skim his nose along your jaw. He felt your head nod shakily as your hand slid up to his shoulder, trailing down his face to pull him towards you.

Eyes following his lips in silent questioning, he eased you further into the mattress as he pressed his lips to yours. Swallowing the moan you let out as his thumb fell onto your swollen and slick bundle of nerves — Joel himself letting out a grunt as you bit down on his bottom lip.

You pulled back trying to catch a steady rhythm of breath as he began to curl his fingers in that spot he knew made your thighs tremble. “Doin’ so good f’me sweetheart. So good.” He spoke against your lips.

The praise making you whimper, thighs twitching to shut but his own leg prevented you from doing so. His fingers pushed at a particularly sensitive point inside of you and your hips canted mouth parting.

The fire had already been sparking in your gut, but as his fingers rubbed and pushed against that spot you felt it begin to ignite — already pleading to spread. Your hips beginning to try and find the pace of his fingers to release the building pressure.

Joel knew, whether from the way your walls tightened to the point where he could barely move his fingers — or from the pinched expression you made. Either way his fingers began to slow and you nearly cried out but bit down harshly on your lip to stop the reaction.

You felt his lips against your temple as he slowly began to slip his fingers from your dripping core. “I know sweetheart, I know. But I wanna feel you fall apart on my cock.”

You nodded watching as he shuffled between your legs, his cock girthy, long and in aching pain. Beads of pre-cum dripping down the prominent veins — it was a mouth watering sight.

“Want it Joel, want you. Please.” You breathed out, welcoming the warmth of him soft and large on top of you. His painfully hard cock sliding against your sensitive cunt, your hips twitching and a soft mewl leaving your lips.

“Yeah?” he murmured, voice low and thick with tension as his lips brushed yours while he guided his cock through your folds. Coating it in your copious amounts of arousal before teasing you a moment by tapping your clit with this heavy tip mailing you gasp.

“That desperate for me, baby?” His hand dropped his heavy erection, letting it sit pretty against your cunt. Moving his hand down and he gripped your thigh, holding you open for him.

You squirmed beneath him and huffed. “I’m not the only one.” Your eyes moved down, eyes glazing over at the sight between you both and he let out a breathy chuckle.

“Don’t worry sweetheart.” He hummed, guiding his tip between your folds, down, down, until it caught the slight dip where your hole was. Desperate and clenching around nothing — always willing and eager for him.

“Gonna give it to you, baby’. Gonna fuck you just how you need. Make you feel every inch of me.” He promised, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips as your hand found his that was wrapped around your thigh holding you open.

His hand let go of your thigh, letting it fall open as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Look at’er all ready for me. Y’ready baby?” You nodded eagerly and he smirked smugly, hand tightening around yours as he began to sink inside of you.

Thick tip plugging you full already and you let out a shaky gasp, Joel letting out a soft moan. “Always feel so good.” He praised sinking in, inch, by inch, until you were stuffed full of him.

“Fuckin made for me, aren’t you baby?” Joel muttered, eyes flickering across your face, lips parted but the rest of your face pure bliss. “Only you.” You agreed breathlessly.

Joel’s face pinched, and he pulled back — almost pulling out fully. “Say it again.” He grunted, eyes swallowed by his pupils at the admission. “I’m made for you Joel, only y-mgh.” You were cut short by Joel shoving his cock back inside of you.

The feeling of his thrusts, not to rough, enough to let you feel the thick vein that ran along the side of his cock rub against your walls. A feeling that made your toes curl and back arch.

You were panting, fighting everything in you so you wouldn’t let the noises out. A cry fighting its way to the tip of your tongue and it seemed Joel sensed it as he grasped your own lips in a harsh kiss.

His hips ground into yours while his cock plunged in and out, a lewd squelch being one of the main noises in the room. His hips tilted, smirking against your lips when he felt you cry out against his lips.

He pulled back, leaning back slightly to glance at the way your needy cunt swallowed his cock. Creamy rings of arousal coating his base as he continued to push until the hilt.

Joel glanced at your face, your eyes already on his and the hand that was holding yours let go so he could grab your wrist. Broken, quiet moans escaping you when he thrusted particularly hard — tip pushing a spot inside of you that made you blank.

“Feel that?” You blinked watching as Joel dragged your palm towards your lower belly, pressing down slightly and you could feel the rise of flesh each time he thrusted. Nodding you peered up at him with glossy and glazed eyes.

Nothing could’ve really prepared you for the feeling of him pushing down on it, the feeling making your thighs tremble — eyes watering as he leaned over you. “Let me all the way in here.” He hummed in satisfaction. “Think I should fill’er up as a reward?”

He watched you nod rapidly and he tsked. “That’s dirty baby, lettin’ me pump you full’a my cum?” His voice was distant, your other hand scrambling for purchase on his shoulder.

“Keep it deep inside while you walk around actin like it’s not there?” You found yourself nodding, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. “Y-mhm.”

“Can’t speak? Tell me. Tell me sweetheart, y’gonna let me pump you full?” Joel went on, hips smacking against yours and you felt a tightening in your belly. Like a coil, rapid and heated. Your walls beginning to tighten against his cock at the words he spoke though distant in your foggy mind.

Joel gripped your chin in his hands, shaking slightly. “Hey, hey- there she is.” He cooed as you blinked rapidly for a moment. Eyes focusing on him. “I want you to f-agh-fill me up. Please”. Your voice trembled, but the weight of your words made Joel believe you.

“My sweet girl likes that doesn’t she?” He pushed your damp hair from your forehead. Pressing a kiss against your lips while you nodded. You hadn’t felt his thumb slip lower until you felt it press heavy against your Clit and you let out something akin to a silent sob.

“Joel-“ you whined, back arching as he practically whimpered at the feeling of being nearly trapped inside of your sopping cunt from how tight it gripped him. “Gonna cum -fuck, hm? I can feel’er grippin me tight.”

You nodded, mouth parted in trying to catch a breath while your head lolled to the side and your lips pressed against his arm. “I’m- gonna- fuckfuckfuck.” You cried, unable to hold it as he continued to angle himself to a point where your thighs shook and your hips twitched.

“Come for me baby, wanna feel you.” A tight, coiling pressure had been building low in your belly, and with every grind of his hips, every filthy word he rasped into your ear, it crept closer—hot and uncontrollable.

Then it snapped.

The orgasm hit you in a crashing wave, stealing the breath right out of your lungs. Your back arched off the bed, toes curling as white heat spread through your entire being. Trembling and vision blank as he continued to fuck you through it — the squelch loud and lewd in a way that added to your feeling pleasure.

You couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from your mouth—raw, wrecked, needy. Keeping them as quiet as you could, Joel’s lips hovering incase you were a bit too loud. Pleasure pulsed through every nerve ending, sharp and overwhelming, until all you could do was cling to him, fingers digging into his arms like an anchor.

Joel held you through it, whispering, “That’s it, that’s my girl. I gotcha — just like that.” Your body trembled in sensitivity, Joel’s hips faltering at the feeling of you coming undone around him — chafing his name like a prayer as you clung to him.

You felt the tension coil tight in every muscle of his body — arms trembling where they caged you in, jaw clenched as a low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest.

Your eyes on him as his eyes squeezed shut, before his forehead pressed against yours and he pushed in deep and held — buried to the hilt as the first wave of his release tore through him.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” he choked out, voice ragged, like he was unraveling in your hands. His cock pulsed inside you, his hands tightening around you as you too trembled at the feeling of thick spurts of warmth began to fill you.

His lips finding yours as he thrust, once, twice more before staying there. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders urging him down and he rested his head on your boobs, hands caressing your hips as you both panted.

He looked up at you when you tapped his forehead, and he watched a shit-eating grin splay across your face. “You were talkin’ a lotta shit earlier. Think I handled you just fine.”

“Handled me? Baby’, I was holdin’ back.” He teased, nipping at your boob playfully and you let out a giggle.

Pulling his face up to yours you placed a soft kiss on his lips, one, then another, until a third kiss was interrupted—his body still on top of yours, his breathing heavy. The kiss faltered, and both of you froze.

“Dad!! Have you seen the fuckin advil?!”

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Only You Could

Bsf!Rafe x Bsf!Reader

a/n: this was requested by the lovely @mariechristine00 💖

Summary: When Rafe loses control during an argument at a party, no one—not even his closest friends—can get through to him. But the moment you step in, everything shifts. You’re the only one who can calm him down… and maybe the only one who’s ever really known him.

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Rafe was already yelling by the time Kelce found you in the kitchen, his face pale, his hand gripping the counter like it could anchor him.

“Where is she?” he asked, breathless.

You blinked at him, half-laughing. “What? Who?”

“You. You—Jesus, Rafe’s losing it. He’s two seconds from swinging at this guy and I don’t know what the fuck started it, but we can’t get through to him. He keeps looking around like he’s—he’s looking for you.”

Your stomach dropped.

You didn’t ask anything else. Just dropped your Solo cup on the counter and shouldered past him, weaving through the crowd until the shouting got louder, sharper, more Rafe.

And there he was.

On the front lawn, shoulders tense, eyes wild. Some guy you didn’t know was running his mouth, but it barely mattered. Rafe looked seconds from snapping, every muscle in his body coiled and ready to strike. Topper and Kelce were there, trying to hold him back, but he wasn’t really hearing them.

“Rafe,” you called, threading through the crowd.

He didn’t move.

“Rafe,” you said again, louder, pushing in until you were practically in front of him.

Still nothing—just the ticking jaw and the way his fists clenched at his sides like he was barely holding it together.

So you did what you always did: you stepped closer. One hand flat against his chest, the other reaching for his wrist. “Hey. Look at me.”

That got his attention.

His eyes snapped to yours like a lifeline, his breathing sharp and uneven.

“You need to come with me,” you said quietly. “Right now.”

“I can’t just—”

“Yes, you can. He’s not worth it, Rafe.”

You felt the way his chest rose under your hand, how tense he still was, the storm still churning behind his eyes.

“Please,” you added softly, barely above a whisper. “Just come with me.”

He still didn’t move, but he blinked hard, like your voice was finally starting to break through the noise in his head.

You took his hand.

It was only when you started pulling—slow but firm—that he let you.

You led him away from the crowd, around the side of the house, somewhere quieter. The music dulled, the voices disappeared. You didn’t say anything until the only sound was the rustling of trees and the way Rafe was still breathing hard beside you.

He didn’t let go of your hand.

You turned to him, watching him carefully. “You good?”

He didn’t answer at first. Just stared at you, lips parted like he wasn’t sure what to say.

“I hate when people talk like they know me,” he said finally, voice low. “Like they know what matters to me.”

Your fingers flexed in his. “What did he say?”

Rafe looked down. “That I’m not even a real person unless you’re around. That you’re the only one who can calm me down. Like I’m some broken project you’re stuck with.”

You were quiet for a second. “And that pissed you off?”

“No,” he said, almost too fast. “The way he said it did. Like it was pathetic. Like caring about you that much makes me weak.”

Your throat felt tight.

“And maybe it does,” he added, softer now. “Because I couldn’t think straight without you. I didn’t even care about the fight—I just needed to find you.”

You swallowed. “You found me.”

His hand was still in yours, thumb tracing your knuckles now like it was second nature.

You looked at him—shirt rumpled, jaw tight but softening, eyes locked on yours like you were the only thing grounding him—and you felt it again. That unspoken thing. The one neither of you ever dared to name.

“I always find you,” you said.

Rafe didn’t speak right away. He just kept holding your hand, like letting go wasn’t even an option.

And maybe that was the answer. The quiet, careful way he looked at you. The way his grip never wavered.

Neither of you said what you were thinking.

But for now, the silence was enough.

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