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i need joel miller to rip everything apart PLEASE

the BEEF | #1: Joel Miller

Summary: no-outbreak AU, Joel has a headache and that headache wants his attention. [based on a prompt THOT up in collaboration with @strang3lov3]

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader | Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 3,833

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, angry fools who want to play hide the sausage, angry joel, shovel violence against a truck, monster cock, age gap (joel is in his 50's, reader is younger), p in the v (unwrapped), rough dresser sex,

Author's Notes: welcome to the BEEF. Each P-boy has a thorn in their side that has to be dealt with. Thank you to @covetyou for inspiring the idea, and thank you @neverwheremoonchild, @strang3lov3, @rebel-held & @bitchesuntitled for their brains and eyes.

and thank you to every friendo in the Bistro - it's all for you, babies.

Joel Miller was your street’s cranky asshole. No one dared throw a party or hold a garage sale without letting him know first. No one dared let their grass get over a certain length and the whole neighbourhood breathed a sigh of relief when he would go out of a town and not see the kids scribble with chalk on the sidewalks in the summer. He never called the cops; no, instead he showed up and berated whoever was hosting an event or engaging in an activity he found offensive. And he was intimidating. He wasn’t the tallest, but he was built like a brick shithouse. You’d lived on the block for almost nine years, and in that time, Joel had gone from being a broad, sturdy single father to a single, empty nester who lived off HungryMan frozen meals. He was a big man with linebacker shoulders and a meaty chest stacked on top of a boulderous belly. His plaid button up shirts always looked like they were holding on for dear life to avoid his temper.

And you were utterly in love with him.

Before the most recent snowfall, you’d been in your room on your bed with the window open a crack to let in some fresh air. Right below your window was Joel’s front porch, and as soon as you heard his door fly open, you grabbed your vibrator and listened.

“Get off my lawn!”, you heard him bellow at who ever had dared to approach his house.

You smiled to yourself and turned on your purple silicon friend and shoved it in your underwear.

As Joel berated the hapless victim of his temper, you nudged yourself closer to the edge. As you did, you cared less about the volume of your cries and let your noises out at top volume. By the time you came, Joel was standing on his porch with his mouth agape, staring at your bedroom window and the offending party walked away with a look of disgust.

*****

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.

You watched as your snow shovel slipped out of your hands and hit your Joel’s truck. The one with the vanity plate ‘SM 9000’ that you had no clue what it meant. You could only sit back and watch as it fell and gouged in the paint job on Joel’s 1989 Dodge Ram pickup, your panties grew damp as you heard his front door open and slam against his house.

You turned around, raising your hands, trying to look like you were de-escalating the situation. “Joel, I-“

“The fuck’re you think you’re doin’?!”, he bellowed, stomping towards you.

As he yelled and flew into a tantrum over your shovel’s sins, you couldn’t help the stupid, lovesick half grin blooming on your face.

“… and you ain’t got no respect for no one’s property and…”, he stopped, took a breath, and looked you over, face twisting in a confused rage as he tried to figure out why you were looking at him as if he were a can of tuna and you were a cat watching him being pulled open ever so gently.

“The fuck is wrong with you?!”, he yelled, stepping forward, trying to scare you to no avail. He huffed and stomped his foot, trying to snap you out of whatever trance you were in.

You sighed and tilted your head, loving the attention he was finally bestowing on you, not caring that your reaction was essentially dumping gasoline on a house fire.

“Fuckin’ disrespectful shit…”, he snarled as he grabbed your arm and dragged you towards his house.

“Joel? What’re you doing? Where we going?”, you asked with a big dumb grin on your face then wincing at the harsh grip he had on your elbow. Your boots slipped and skidded on the icy walkway and you tripped heading up the stairs.

“Fuckin’ clumsy dumbass…”, he grumbled, shoving you through his front door and slamming it behind you both.

You looked around his entry way, noting the ugly wallpaper and the stale cigarette smell lingering. You crinkled your nose, and he turned around, his frown deepening into a scowl.

“Boots off!”, he barked, harshly motioning to your feet.

You didn’t miss a beat and toed them off quickly, kicking them into the wall. His jaw clenched as he watched the dirty snow clumps slide slowly down, leaving wet patches on his yellow-turned-brown floral wallpaper.

His eyes snapped up to yours, expecting an apologetic look. Instead, he was met with…

“Why the fuck you lookin’ at me like a love sick puppy?”

Joel was enraged. You didn’t run away or beg for forgiveness. No. You stood in his entry way, kicking your boots and making a mess, looking like he was David Cassidy or Patrick Swayze. You smiled back softly and that was the last straw for him.

“WHAT IN THE FRESH HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

You could have cum right there. Joel Miller was yelling right in your face. You’d gotten off by listening to him lose his shit at anyone trying to fundraiser or collect donations who had dared knock on his door but having a front row seat to a live performance was better than you could have ever imagined.

Joel watched your lips part and your brows twitch as they furrowed and your head tilt back slightly. He heard your breath hitch between his furious growling breaths, and his eyes slid down your parka-clad frame and he swore he saw your thighs clench.

His eyes went wide as he realized the effect he was having on you.

“You fuckin’ dirty little shit…”

The whimper he received in response made his cock twitch in his WalMart Levi’s. He sucked in a harsh breath and swallowed hard. He hadn’t had a woman look at him like that since he went to the strip club with his brother for his bachelor party, and he knew she was looking for a hefty tip. But you – the only thing he could think of is that you were trying to find a way to get out of paying for the damage your shovel caused. There was no waythat you were actually interested in him in that way. No. No woman had wanted to fuck him since before his daughter, Sarah, had been in junior high. He was a fat old asshole and you… you weren’t.

“Joel…”

Your soft voice pulled him back and the frown he carried all but left his face, being replaced with eyebrows to his hairline and his mouth open in confusion and shock.

“Joel, I… I’m sorry about your truck.”

You grabbed the zipper to your parka and pulled down, opening it to reveal your great aunt’s knitted sweater with a loon on it. Joel’s widened eyes swept over you and his brows furrowed.

“The hell you up to?”, he croaked, trying to sound intimidating.

“It’s warm in here”, you respond, tossing your parka on to, but missing completely, the stair banister.

His mind was racing. You actually seemed to be coming on to him as you stepped closer in your mismatched socks. You looked up at him through your lashes while your hands slowly slid up your legging-clad thighs and up to the hem of your sweater. He watched as you pulled it over your head slowly, getting it stuck for a moment, revealing a worn out white t-shirt with a faded image of a marshmallow peep and the slogan ‘Holla At My Peeps!’. He took another step back and you tossed your sweater at him, and he stumbled back, falling onto his recliner.

“Jesus, woman!”, he hollered, ripping your sweater off his head just in time to see you standing above him.

“You know how hot you are?”, you asked, leaning forward over him.

He froze. He must be dead. Or asleep. Or maybe he slipped when he stormed out the door to yell at you and hit his head. Or maybe he was drunk. Maybe he took a NyQuil tablet instead of the Omega 3-6-9 fish oil pills.

“The hell is wrong with you?”, he sputtered out, looking at you wide-eyed.

You didn’t answer. You only leaned forward, nudging your nose against his and letting out a breathy giggle. He tried to speak again, but his words got lost in the high pitch grunt he let out when your knee came up and nestled in between his thighs, pushing against the considerable bulge that had developed.

His hand involuntarily gripped your wrist that was supported on his arm rest, and he sucked in a deep breath.

“I know exactly what you need, Joel Miller.”, you cooed, tongue jutting out and licking your teeth, trying to sound seductive. “You need a good fuck.”

His mouth hung open in shock. You grinned wildly and kissed the tip of his nose before nipping at his bottom lip and tugging it between your teeth.

Joel let out a groan and closed his eyes, the hand on your wrist moving to your t-shirt’s hem and slipped underneath it. You nudged your knee against his crotch again and kissed him, tasting no-name waffles and burnt coffee.

The kiss seemed to break something in Joel. This wasn’t a dream, or an antihistamine induced hallucination or a concussion - this was real. You, his hot, young, stupid neighbour was crawling onto his lap and shoving your tongue down his throat.

He grunted lowly and pushed you back, looking up at you with dark eyes. You tried moving forward again, but his hand held you back.

A whine emanated from your throat, and he shook his head. “I’m not fucking you-“

You scoffed and he shushed you.

“Oh, hush and lemme finish, you loony shit!”, he huffed. “I was sayin’ that I'm not gonna fuck you in this chair; it barely holds my weight and if you’re gonna be bouncin’ on me, this fuckin’ thing’ll screw the pooch.”

You shrugged your shoulders, irritated. “Okay, fine. Then where?”

“My bed, you nimrod!”, he snapped with a scowl, then grinned. “Got a nice mattress with good lumbar support.”

*****

You had followed Joel to his room and were pleasantly… let down. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but the beige walls and the picture of a horse above his non-exciting bed were not what you had thought he would have. What surprised you was the essential oil diffuser plugged in on his bedside table, giving the air a fresh lavender smell.

The fact that the rest of his house looked like a rejected concept for an early nineties sitcom and his bedroom looked like a bed and breakfast that had no theme, for some reason, made you want him more. This man and his lack of consistency. You needed him in you now.

Grabbing his arm and turning him around, you pulled him into a desperate kiss; teeth and tongues, fighting for real estate in each other’s mouths.

“Get naked, sugar.”, he grunted as he broke the kiss with a lopsided grin. He unsnapped his shirt, revealing a grey, stained undershirt, its ribbing pulled tight and stretched over his belly while his mouth and surrounding patchy facial hair glistened with your saliva.

While he wasn’t being that polite, he wasn’t being mean. That was a problem. Even with how mundane he’d revealed himself to be, it wasn’t enough. The residual dampness that made your panties stick to your core was a result of him yelling at you out front, and that goodwill your pussy had shown was slowly drying up.

Joel’s hands began to make quick work of his belt and stretch denim jeans, but he noticed you not moving to do the same.

His hand flapped at you in an urging motion, “Make with the no clothes. Can’t fuck you with them on.”

His eyes narrowed as he noted your lack of movement, and he paused. You began to see signs that Joel was getting mad, and your mind flipped through every situation you’d witnessed him lose his shit in.  What was it that would set him off quick? You weren’t about to throw a block party in his room, nor were you a religious group knocking at his door early on a Saturday. Then it clicked.

A devious grin broke out slowly on your face as you sat on his Temperpedic mattress and crossed your arms.

“Make me.”

“You indignant little shit…”, he growled, clenching his fist.

A flutter in your lower belly. More.

“Come on. Make me.”

“You fuckin’ tease… Fuck you!” His eyes were filling with fire.

An almost painful need bloomed in your core. More!

“Fuck me yourself, coward.”

He sputtered and guffawed, eyes wide in rage.

“You fuckin’ shit! Bangin’ up my truck and actin’ like a needy Jezabel just to fuckin’ tease me like this!”

You could have cum right there, between the iron grip on your wrist and his loud belittling.

You couldn’t stop the giggle that erupted, and he snarled. He grabbed your hand and yanked you up off the bed. You truly thought his back was bad enough that the effort of getting you up alone would be too much, but he shoved you against his dresser, then slamming his weight into your back. You whined, feeling your pussy clenching on nothing.

“You’re such a shit!”, he grunted, grabbing your elasticized waistband, and yanking your leggings and panties down on one side while your hand went to the other; the two of you awkwardly working towards removing your barrier.

When they were low enough on your legs to step out of, you clumsily did so, then tried to turn around to help Joel. He wasn’t fast enough, swearing under his breath as your hands lifted his belly to access his strained button fly. His mouth was on your neck, sucking and biting like a dog on a window while a steak was being grilled just on the other side.

You pushed his jeans down around his hips and they pooled around his ankles. He kicked them off and bit down on the crux of your neck and shoulder as your hand cupped and felt up his hard cock.

Jesus. Oh fuck.

Joel was hung. Like unreasonably so. You’d had your fair share of men slamming their pork steeples into your wet cunt, but none of them could even hold a candle to the monstrosity that sat heavy and covered in satin in your hand. You planted your hand on his chest and pushed him back, needing to get a peek at what Joel was packing. You immediately looked down, seeing the Wile E. Coyote faux-satin boxers protruding out in an impressive, and frankly intimidating, bulge.

“Oh shit...”, you breathed out, contemplating on whether you truly needed to do any serious sitting for the next week, or if you could maybe just get away with laying down at work.

His hand snapped to your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye, and he gave you a dark smile, “Showed up to a gun fight with a knife, sugar?”

You didn’t have time to respond because Joel shoved his hand between your legs and harshly began rubbing your clit.

Your eyes fluttered and rolled back. Joel watched, an approving sneer on his face.

“’S fucked up … you like this?”

“uh…. Uh-huh…”

“You’re a lunatic…”

You smiled lazily. “You’re fingering a lunatic… w-what’s that say about you?”

He paused then huffed out, “That I’m fingering a lunatic, you moron.”

You let out a throaty laugh that bleeds into a moan as Joel shoves two thick fingers into your hole, slowly dragging them out before plunging them back in.

“You’re a sick little shit… you seducin’ and teasin’ an old man, an’gettin’ me all wound up… Neighbourhood headache… that’s you. Fuckin’ shit up and walkin’ away with a smile on her dumb face.”

“’M close… don’t…. don’t stop…”

His fingers kept the slow languid pace going as he leaned in and harshly whispered, “Unlike you, sugar, I don’t like to leave people disappointed.”

His eyes never left you, watching your every move. Every involuntary twitch and shudder, every flutter of your eyelids and breath leave your parted lips. He could feel it around his fingers and see it on your face that you were feeling everything intensely and now that he had you like this, he wasn’t going to let you go without making sure you weren’t going to pull this shit again.

Joel was many things, but a man who could let things go was not one of them. He was tired of hearing you cream and cry on whatever silicon thing you were shoving into yourself through your bedroom window as he lost his shit on someone; tired of seeing you make eyes at him while you sat in your front yard as he grumbled at a neighbour for the state of their lawn. He was still furious at you for once letting your hand - your soft, sweet, tender hand - linger on his when handing him his mail that was accidentally delivered to your home, forcing him to sit in his shitty recliner and try to finish with his calloused, rough, and hard hand. He never came.

You were going to pay for that. He’d promised himself that for almost five years and now here you were, on your way to being a muppet with how his hand played in your pussy. Joel’s time had come.

You came, moaning, on his hand as he watched, his fingers still moving in and out of you, and his thumb took up the task of tending to your twitching clit. Your face twisted and you cried out, trying to push his hand away.

Your tongue felt thick in your mouth and a moan seeped out. As you rode the wave, he yanked his hand out and grabbed your arm, throwing you onto the bed.

“Goddammit, you’re such a pretty shit.”, he grumbled, reaching for your ankle, and tugging your ass to the edge of the bed. You tried sitting up on your elbows, but he shoved you back down with his body weight.

His weight. Good god, he felt heavier and better than you ever thought he could as he pressed you down into the mattress.

But he got up off you, trying to wrangle your ankles and pull your exposed pussy to just the right spot to save his back from being strained. You tried sitting up again, wanting to have some sort of control over the situation, but Joel growled and grabbed your hips, and, in an impressive feat, flipped you onto your front all while grumbling about what a pain in the ass you were.

“Can’t even fuckin’ be considerate enough to stay put…”

You heard him spit then grunt, figuring he was priming that fucking meat wagon between his legs, and you let out an impatient huff.

“Knock that shit off!”, he snapped, flicking you on your ass cheek. “You just came, nimrod. You can fuckin’ wait!”

“Yeah… but I wanna cum again!”, you whined out with a smile, trying to not laugh at how irritated he was with you.

“I bet you do… but you’re on my time, and I am a patient man, sugar.”, he crooned lowly, snaking his hand up your back and to your hip. You squirmed a bit, but his hold kept you planted in place, and his other hand held his cock as he nudged it against your opening.

The smile on your face dropped as his huge member pushed in; your mouth opened, and out came a gasp followed by a choked moan.

“That’s it… Jesus Murphy…  not even fuckin’ your throat and I got you to shut your mouth…”

Yes, you knew Joel was huge. But it was just an abstract concept up until that moment. Now that he was shoving his massive dick into you, you felt like the universe’s mysteries were now clearly laid out. You knew what religion was right, who shot JFK, how they made the moon landing look real…

Nothing in life would ever surprise you again because you were being split open by this grumpy, fat man. You were being ruined by Joel Miller.

He grunted as he pulled back and then slammed into you.

“Tight little snatch, sugar… takin’ me like a champ.”

You couldn’t respond. Your brain had melted and left your skull empty, and you were unable to do anything but breathe loudly and moan, “S’too big… too big…”

Joel snickered and grunted, snapping his hips and shoving himself deep. You wriggled and squirmed, simultaneously needing him stop and to fuck you harder. Your head began to feel faint, and your core squeezed him, forcing a groan out of him.

He began to snap his hips faster, panting and grunting like the fat kid in gym class being forced to run a mile. You whined and squirmed, trying to get your knees under your body to be able to push back against him, to get him deeper, but he grabbed your calf and bit your leg right above your sock with a growl then groaned, “Stay… stay put… don’t move… jus’lemme… lemme finish…”

You let out a yelp than melted into a moan, throwing yourself into another orgasm. Joel’s thrusts became hurried and more erratic. The high-pitched whine that ripped out of Joel sounded like a dog begging for table scraps as he shot his load into you.

He collapsed onto your back, both of you panting. After what felt like hours but in reality, was only about 30 seconds, Joel had gone quiet. You nudged him, hoping to god he didn’t die from a pussy-induced heart attack. He grunted and struggled to push himself up off you, then flopped on the bed next to you. You rolled over onto your back and looked at him. His cheeks were flushed, and his brows furrowed; his wispy salt and pepper hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes were closed. He was still breathing heavily through his mouth. You smiled, feeling a fulfillment you hadn’t since you’d convinced your parents that it was your sister who broke the CD-ROM drive in the family computer even though it was really you. Cuddling into his, your fingers drew heart shapes in his sweat coated chest hair.

Now that he’d fucked you, you wanted to clear the air as it were, and make sure he wasn’t going to make you pay for any damage to his truck. “So…”

Joel grunted in response, one eye opening and looking at you.

“I was just wondering… what’s your licence plate mean?”

He sighed and closed his eye again. He said the meaning quietly and at first you weren’t sure you heard him right.

“What?”

His cheeks flushed a little harder and he rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a huff.

“ShagMaster 9000.”

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HEY!

i’m back from the dead, i’ve been meaning to make a post about my fics and things, AND CHRISTMAS AND ALL THE HOLIDAYS!!

i love everyone one of you🩵🩵

im almost on christmas break from school and my second semester is wayyy easier than my first, sooo no more breaks from writing 🙌🙌

IN THE WORKS

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•Chapter 3 of FOR SO LONG

•One shot of Christmas DBF! JOEL

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Dark!Frankie Saga: I

Chapter One: Signed and Sealed

Pairing: Dark!Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Boston. The Frontiersmen is a crime syndicate that deals in drugs, arms, and anything else they can to keep themselves on top. Since the original ring leader, Tom, was allegedly taken out by a rival gang, it's now run by Big Fish, with Pope second in command. Ironhead runs the numbers and Benny is the muscle. Your family member put you down as collateral when they needed credit to score more smack. Problem is, they can't pay it back, and Big Fish & the Frontiersmen always get their payment...

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Chapter Word Count: 4,353

Content Warning: Not smut yet (apologies), references to SA, drugs, violence, threats of violence, crime, food talk, weight talk

Author's Notes: An everlasting and beautiful thank you to @neverwheremoonchild for their never-ending THOTs, hot takes, and for beta'ing this. Your support is why I adore this platform - Thank you, Nevy! 💜🥩💜 Y'all say thank you to Nevy for basically brainstorming this with me!

And this is not the Chubby!Frankie we know and love in the Catfish & the Mouse universe; he's dark, mean, and hungry.

I'll be updating this each week (Monday/Tuesday) until you lose interest or I finish it - let's see what happens first! 👌

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The reality of the situation was hitting you hard. Your older brother, the one most would think of as a protector, had betrayed you in the worst way imaginable.  

He had a drug problem for the majority of his adult life, but now it had become a full-blown catastrophe. Steven, your brother, owed money to some of the worst people in the state, maybe even the country. The Frontiersmen, a powerful syndicate, had allowed him to rack up a ridiculous debt that they knew he wouldn’t be able to pay, but you didn’t know what he’d put down as collateral – you. 

You were now nothing more than a bargaining chip to prolong your brother’s coke problem and buy him more credit. You were now property being handed over to a terrifying group of men who made a profit off of people’s darkest needs. 

“I know... I know I fucked up... I know I did.”, Steven sobbed into his hands in front of you. “I thought I’d be able to pay them back...” 

You sat in your living room, numb to it all, watching Steven cry. You knew he was sorry now, but you doubted it was because of what he’d done to you. No, you were sure it had more to do with the fact that the Frontiersmen had cut him off until he paid his debt. Until you were turned over to pay that debt. 

You weren't sure if it was minutes or hours that you sat and watched him sob in your living room, but it was interrupted by a knock at your door. Your head took a minute to process that your body was already moving and opening the door. 

Standing in front of you was a tall, blond man and a shorter, dark haired man. Both their eyes were on you in cold stares. You just stared right back. You guessed who they were, or at least what they were doing here at your apartment. Wordlessly, you stepped aside and opened the door to allow them entrance.  

The taller, blond man moved passed you and into the living room while the smaller, dark haired man waited for you to move so he could close the door and lock it. 

You gave him a curt smile and nod, stepping back away from the door.  

After closing the door, he turned around and looked you up and down, with a small, yet menacing smile. He huffed in a dry laugh before motioning you to the living room. 

A sour feeling washed over you and your mouth salivated like you were going to be sick, but you looked down and walked into the living room where your brother was on his knees in front of the blond man. 

“... so she had no idea you signed her life away?”, the blond man scowled then turned to look at you. 

His icy stare caused you to shrink and wrap your arms around yourself.  You stepped back, bumping into the shorter, dark haired man. His hands came to your arms gently and he held you in place. 

“Benny...”, he warned in a low tone. “We came here for two things: payment and a reminder.” 

Your body trembled in his hold, and he rubbed your arms gently. You knew better than to believe he actually gave a shit about you, and he was more than likely doing this to get you to go with them without making a scene. You weren't going to resist; their reputation was more than enough incentive to go quietly. 

“He’s a shitbag, Pope... fucking sold out his sister!”, he barks, his eyes narrowing at you, then snapping to the other man while he motioned his hand at you. “She didn’t even know!” 

“Payment, Benny!”, Pope spoke sharply. “Payment and a reminder. That’s it.” 

You jumped when Pope’s volume increased but stayed in place, and Benny looked at you again, his eyes now reading more furious than cold. 

You swallowed thickly, the lump in your throat growing, and looked down.  

“I’ll fucking remind this sonofabitch...”, Benny muttered as pulled out a rag and wrapped it around his fist. 

Your lip trembled and Pope’s hands stopped their gentle rubbing, and he held your arms a little firmer, pulling you back against him. 

“You don’t need to see this, honey.”, he said softly in your ear, causing you to shudder at the warmth and tenor of his voice. “Unless you want to...” 

You kept your gaze low, not noticing the look of remorse and sympathy Benny gave you as you shook your head.  

“Come on then.”, Pope said softly, turning you around and tilting your face up to his with his finger and thumb on your chin. “Are you gonna behave or do I have to cuff you?” 

Your eyes widened and your body’s trembling intensified; you shook your head and squeaked out, “I... I’ll behave.” 

Pope smiled at you, eyes roving over your face, and he nodded. “Let’s get some things packed up for you and head to the car.” 

He watched as your shaky hands packed a bag in your bedroom; clothing, toiletries and personal items. He confiscated your cell phone and laptop, saying that they had to be secured first and you might get them back.  He picked up your packed back and led you to the door. 

The last thing you heard as Pope led you out was the sickening sound of a fist hitting flesh and Steven scream. 

***** 

Frankie was a reluctant leader. He didn’t ask to be put in charge, but his strategic problem solving, and his restrained demeanor worked in his favour to put him at the top. 

Since Tom was taken out, both Pope and Will had said that Frankie was the best choice to lead the Frontiersmen if he gave up his coke habit. Kicking that was easy; the hard part was filling the void that was left. But he found something with relative ease. 

Will watched Frankie as he finished his large pizza; he was now used to watching Frankie eat in their meetings. He’d watched as Frankie had gone from being a lean and muscled soldier with an angular face to what the new leadership role had carved him into over the past few years – big. His thick and muscled arms stretched his sleeves, his face was fuller with a patchy beard, and big belly pulled every shirt he owned taut around the middle when he hadn’t eaten to capacity. Despite his weight gain, Will was glad his friend and boss was off the smack. 

“Where’s Pope and Benny?”, Frankie asked between bites. 

“Picking up payment from that skid, Steven. Not money.”, Will said, eyes down in his notes, avoiding Frankie’s questioning look. 

“Not money?” 

“The collateral he put his debt against.”, Will said in a blunt tone, hoping to move on before having to elaborate. “We have a few things we need to iron out when they get back...” 

“Collateral but not money?”, Frankie asked again in a firmer tone. “Explain what the fuck that means.” 

Will sighed. This ‘collateral’ was a holdover from when Tom was in charge, and despite him not liking it, he felt it necessary to hold Steven accountable and take what they were owed; he agreed to the decision with Pope to move forward, and they were both going to tell Frankie about it. But Pope wasn’t back yet, and it was left to Will. 

“It’s not money.”, Will said, avoiding Frankie’s raised eyebrows. 

“Yeah... I got that. So, what is it?” 

“His sister.” 

Frankie groaned and put his head in his hands. “Please, for the love of god, tell me Pope isn’t bringing back a person in lieu of payment.” 

“He is.” Will kept his eyes low. He knew he and Santi were taking a risk doing this, especially given they were going above Frankie’s head. But they also knew that Frankie needed to put fear in the minds of anyone who had a debt to pay. 

Frankie’s jaw tightened and he sat back and looked at Will. 

“Will.”, he barked. “Look at me and tell me what the fuck is going on.” 

“It’s an old contract we had with this guy... it was done up under Tom.”, Will paused, then sat forward, hardening his tone. “Look, Pope made the call and I agreed. You need to scare the people that owe you money; you need to collect on your debts. People are starting to think you’re going soft, Fish.” 

It wasn’t a lie. Frankie was more lenient than Tom was, allowing for extensions and lighter repercussions. There were more people willing to deal with late penalties than actually pay, and Will didn’t want this to get out of hand. He just wished Pope was here to tell Frankie himself. 

“Fuck.”, Frankie snapped. “Maybe so, Will, but we’re not human traffickers! We don’t take people!” 

“Steven has a big mouth. He’s not going to sit on this. He's going to run his mouth, looking for help to get her back. Words going to get out that you – YOU, Frankie – took his fucking sister. He’s not going to tell anyone that he put her down as collateral. He’s going to paint you as the asshole who took what he was owed. It’s good PR.”  

Will sat back, hoping this would be enough to keep Frankie from losing his shit. 

“So, we took some girl because this fucking skid couldn’t pay.”, Frankie spat out, clenching his fist. He raised his voice, yelling, “And my name gets dragged through the mud as the fucker who called for it?” 

Will raised his hands, trying to calm him. “Your reputation as someone not willing to let debts go unpaid is solidified, Fish.” 

Frankie sat back, aghast. His mind suddenly went to Steven’s sister.  

“Did she know?” 

Will looked down at his notebook, then up again. “I don’t think so. Pope messaged and said she was pretty shook up.” 

Frankie let out a heavy sigh and put his head back in his hands. “What else did he say?” 

Will hesitated with a smile on his face and waited for Frankie to look at him. “He said she’s hot.” 

***** 

You didn’t look out the window to see where you were headed. Sitting between the two men, you glanced over at Benny, seeing the small spatter of blood on his sleeves – your brother’s blood. A sick vindication warmed your cheeks, knowing he was at least bleeding for what he’d done, even if it wasn't specifically for what he’d done to you. 

Benny noticed you looking at his hands, and he grinned.  

“He pissed his pants.”, he chuckled. “Had the nerve to beg me not to hurt him.” 

You nodded, eyes darting back to your own hands in your lap. While it gave you a moment of reprieve from the imminent doom creeping through your mind, it didn’t help the situation he put you in. 

The car slowed to a stop and Pope opened the door, getting out.  

“Benny, take her to the rec room. I’ll get Fish.” 

Your blood ran cold. Fish, otherwise known as Big Fish, was the head of the Frontiersmen and it scared you shitless to know you were going to meet him. 

Benny nudged you. “Come on, honey.” 

You looked up at him, trembling, and nodded. Shakily taking his hand, he helped you out of the car. Grabbing your bag from the trunk, he put his hand on the small of your back and guided you inside the building. 

“Shakin’ like a leaf, honey.”, he mused. “Just behave like a good girl and you got nothing to worry about.” 

You nodded again, feeling your chin quiver. Behave like a good girl. What does that mean? Sudden realization washes over you in a cold sweat as to what payment they could want from you. Your breathing became ragged at the thought of what they would do to you, do to your body.  

Benny opened a door to a rec room with some men playing darts, drinking, talking. 

“Clear out, boys. Boss’s coming down.”, Benny boomed. 

All eyes were on you now, and with a firm look from Benny, they began to leave, murmuring and hushed voices wondering who you were and what was going on.  

“Didn’t ask for you to clear out slow, boys!”, he barked angrily, making you flinch. “Fuckin’ move!” 

With that, the room was cleared almost instantly, and Benny led you to an armchair, guiding you to sit. 

“You want anything, honey?”, he motioned to the fridge, walking towards it, looking at you with a warm smile. 

You shook your head, keeping your eyes low.  

“You sure? We got some soda, beer... “, he said, taking stock of what was in the fridge, then turning back to you. His face fell when he saw the thousand-yard stare in your eyes. 

He tapped the fridge with his fingers, thinking. He didn’t like that you were being used like this. You were pretty and seemed sweet, and definitely didn’t deserve what your skid mark of a brother had done to you.  

“Hey. Can you cook?” 

You look over to him and nod slowly.  

“What’s your specialty?” 

“My… my what?”, you asked, shaking your head. 

“What’s your go to recipe that you know you’re good at makin’, honey?”, he responded, closing the fridge and leaning against it, facing you. 

“I… I make a pretty good lasagna.” 

Benny’s grin was wide, and he nodded. “Perfect.” 

***** 

“What the fuck were you thinking?”, Frankie bellowed at Pope, slamming his fist down. 

Both he and Will were seated at the table in the office while Frankie stood, reprimanding them. 

“Fish… the guy’s a fucking junkie and he wasn’t going to be able to pay. Just took what we’re owed – what you’re owed!”, Pope tried to reason. 

“I’m not owed a fucking person, Pope! You shoulda just let Benny break his legs or something.” 

“Broken leg isn’t enough for his debt, Frank.”, Will said calmly, leaning back in his chair. “He owed way too much money. Broken leg, even legs, isn’t going to cut it. Needed to be bigger. Something to scare him and anyone else not paying shitless.” 

Frankie held onto the back of his chair and shook his head angrily. “Why didn’t you ask? Why didn’t you fucking talk to me first?” 

Before Will could try and reason with Frankie, Pope casually said with a smile, “Because I knew you would’ve balked at it. Would’ve said no.” 

Will sighed and gave Pope a glare and Frankie looked at him, furious. 

“So, you run this fucking show now?”, Frankie growled with his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the chair.  

Pope’s smile fell and he raised his hands. “Not what I meant, Frankie. I just saw an opportunity for you to make a statement and – “ 

Frankie harshly threw the chair out of his way and stalked over to Pope, leaning over him and spoke in a terrifyingly low growl. 

“You go around me one more fucking time, Santiago, I’ll cut your fucking hands off.” 

He kept his face, full of contempt and fury, close to Pope’s, and Pope nodded at him, sweating under Frankie’s glare, knowing full well what he was capable of – cutting off limbs being one of those things. 

“You, too.”, Frankie snarled as he stood up, pointing at Will. “Understood?” 

They both nodded. Frankie’s loud voice and stature, wide shoulders and strong arms, already made him intimidating when he was mad, but with the added bulk he was carrying, he was downright terrifying. 

“Yeah, un-understood.”, Pope stammered.  

“What do you want us to do with her?”, Will asked quietly. 

Frankie leaned back on the table; it groaned under his weight.  

“You brought her here with no plan for her? What the fuck is wrong with – “ 

Will interjected quickly. “She could be useful… for you.” 

“What?”, Frankie barked, standing up. 

Pope knew where Will was going with and added with a dark grin. “She’s a fucking hottie, Fish. Could be useful.” 

Frankie shook his head and looked at Will, ignoring Pope’s comment, and speaking in a harsh tone. What do you mean – useful for me?” 

Will swallowed. “Maybe she’s got some skills, can be put to work. If Pope’s right and she’s cute, what’s the harm? Not like she could say no to you.” 

Frankie thought for a moment. She could say no… and if he fucked her anyway, what did that say about him?  

“Jesus, Will…”, he huffed, shaking his head. His eyes coldly looked up and met Will’s, and growled loudly, “The fuck is wrong with you? I expect that kind of shit from him, but not you.” 

Frankie moved and stood right in front of Will, arms crossed and glaring down at him. 

“That’s not what we do.”, he snarled lowly. “That’s what fucking Tom did.” 

Will glanced at Pope before nodding at Frankie.  

He held the glare with Will for a moment longer then looked between the two men. 

“Where is she?”, he sighed. 

“With Benny. In the rec room.”, Pope murmured. 

Frankie rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, then motioned for Will get her. 

***** 

Benny had been trying his hardest to keep you calm and distracted with questions and musings for the last hour and a half. He was occasionally interrupted by one of the grunts – as he called them – wandering in to hang out, not having gotten the run down from any of the other guys that the rec room was closed, and Benny would chase them out. 

“… so this guy’s got a wrench and I only got a plastic spoon, and he’s comin’ at me with it – “ 

Benny’s story is interrupted by the door opening. He turned to yell at whoever it was to get out but stopped when another tall, blond man walked into the room. He looked you over quickly and nodded his head to Benny. 

Benny stood up and walked towards the man and speaking softly. As they spoke, you could only hear bits and pieces, but you were able to pick up was that this man’s name was probably Will and Benny told him you could cook. 

Will held his hand up to shush Benny and walked towards you. He sat down in the armchair Benny previously occupied, while Benny stood to your other side, hands in his jean pockets. 

Will let out a long sigh as he sat back, elbow on the armrest and chin on his fist. You could feel his eyes burning over you as you kept your own low and on his shoes. 

“Benny says you can cook.”, his voice was cool and flat, with a slight lilt to it.  

You nodded. “Yeah… yes. I can cook.” You tried to match at least his flat tone, but the fear Benny had spent the last while trying to quell had sunk its fang s back into you. 

Will nodded and looked at Benny, nudging his head to let him know he could leave -  he should leave.  

Benny huffed a nervous breath and left the room. But he didn’t go far; you could see his shadow lingering under the door. 

“Not gonna beat around the bush, honey. Boss doesn’t want you here, and frankly, neither do I.”, he said plainly with a hint of warmth. 

While there was no malice in his voice, the smoldering anger in his eyes said otherwise. You nodded.  

“But you’re here, and you say you can cook. Boss needs someone to cook for him since the last one was caught stealing and… went for a swim.” 

“I can cook… wha-what does the boss like?”, you ignored his last statement and forced yourself to speak. 

“Boss likes pretty girls.”, Will chuckled with a small smile, leaning forward and putting a hand on your knee. “Especially likes pretty girls that can be useful.” 

You lowered your head and nodded, trying to hold back the full body shudder that was desperately trying to rip through you. 

He watched you closely when he spoke, trying to get a reading on how easily you were intimidated. While he knew Frankie would more than likely act like you weren’t there, he couldn’t say the same for Pope or himself, let alone any of the other men, and until Frankie said you were off limits, you were fair game. 

“Don’t be shy, honey. No one else here is gonna be.”, he said with a dark chuckle. “Look at me.” 

You looked up at him and the menacing glare in his eyes glowed.  

“Just behave like a good girl. You might make it out of here alive.” 

***** 

The Benny who had tried to console you was gone the moment you walked out of the rec room with Will. He was now cold and stoic, no emotion, and he was intimidating. Benny walked ahead of you and Will walked beside you, his arm around your waist and they led you down the hallway. 

Benny turned and opened a door, walking in and standing to the side, remaining at the door as if to keep guard. 

It was an office. At the far end was a floor-to-ceiling window that spanned the wall, looking out onto the pier, with a desk in front if it, facing you. Behind the desk was a large, high back swivel chair, and in front of it were four plush lounge chairs, arranged to face the desk. Along the sides of the office were shelves containing books, pictures, and other personal odds and ends. Everything was either wood or brass, unless it was upholstered; the room was dated and smelled like stale cigars, old wood, and another scent that took you a minute to place - pizza. 

Will ushered you to sit in one of the centre chairs facing the desk and stood behind you with his hand on your shoulder, as if he thought you might try and escape – you’d given up on that idea back in your apartment. 

There were a pair of footsteps approaching outside the door and your body stiffened; Will gave your shoulder a squeeze as the door opened. You kept your head low and forward, not daring to look at who came in, although you were sure you knew who it was. 

Pope came and sat in the chair next to you and smiled. Will removed his hand and sat in the chair on your other side, and Benny stood behind you. Heavy footsteps moved between your and Will’s chairs, and then you saw him.  

He was tall with broad shoulders, and was wearing fitted, faded jeans and a black and red bowling shirt. His crossed arms stretched the sleeves, and the desk creaked as he leaned back on it. You dared to look up at his face, and you were taken aback; instead of the steely blue stare you got from Benny or Will, or the dark, cold void that Pope had, you were met with big brown, warm eyes looking you over, and a soft face sporting patchy facial hair and mustache. His hair was dark brown and slicked back. Your eyes flicked down his large frame quickly and you noted how his buttons pulled across his ample stomach.  

“Huh.”, he mused quietly as his eyes trailed over you more blatantly. His tongue flicked between his lips softly as if he were thinking.  

“Pope was right. You’re cute.”, he huffed, putting a toothpick in his mouth. “I don’t have any fuckin’ use for cute.” 

“She cooks.”, Will interjected.  

Frankie’s eyes darted to Will and then back to you, and he looks you up and down again. 

“Okay… so you cook.”, Frankie said with a hint of annoyance. “What else you got?” 

Your eyes looked up to his face and you were met with his mouth pulled into a tight line and his eyes baring down on you; the intensity of his stare was almost too much. He raised a brow at you as if to say I asked you a question. 

You looked back down at your hands, needing to break the connection your eye contact with him had made. 

“I used to… used to work in an office. I can file, balance books… other administrative… things - ” 

“Interesting… Tell me you’re thinking the same thing I am, Fish.”, Pope chuckled quietly. “A hot secretary.” 

He turned his attention to you and his hand moved to your thigh, his fingers roving under your skirt and up closer to your crotch. His voice dropped into a honeyed tone, dripping in venom. “You ever fucked your boss, honey? You’ve got four now.” 

You try to not make any movements, but the subtle way you shift screams your discomfort.  

“Jesus, Pope. Stop.”, Benny huffed under his breath behind you.  

Pope chuckled and gave your thigh a squeeze before removing his hand. Frankie’s stare didn’t leave you; he wanted to see how well you handled being the target of men’s overt advances and their groping. His narrowed eyes watched as you tried not to squirm or give a reaction to Santi’s hand or words, and he frowned. 

The only sound in the room was the desk Frankie rested on creaking as he shifted his weight. He sighed deeply.  

“Ben, get her a room set up in the barracks. Take her with you. I’m fuckin’ done looking at this.”, he grunted, motioning his hand aggressively in your direction.  

“I can take her.”, Pope chimed in with a low and crooning voice. You could hear the grin in his voice and his eyes in you, and you wondered what changed from when he came to your apartment to now. 

“Fuck off, Pope!”, Benny hissed. 

“Hey!”, Frankie yelled angrily. “Pope, stay right the fuck where you are. Benny, get her out of here. Now!” 

Benny’s hand quickly came around to your arm, tugging you out of the chair, and out of the room. The last glimpse of Frankie you got was watching him glare at you from his position against the desk. 

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[harryleatherfit]

this is not okay i’m planning the end of upper east side i feel sick

[harryleatherfit]

chubby joel has changed my life. a sad rusty man that deserves all the fucking food in the world. jesus CHRISTTTTRTTRRTTRTRRRRRRTR. i’m howling and growling and rolling around

Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Joel Miller One Shot

Please welcome Joel Miller to Beefro's Bistro!

a Joel Miller & his Darlin' One Shot: The Way into a Man's Heart

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You've been traveling companions and now that you're in Jackson, Joel's getting comfortable. (Post Outbreak)

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 3,650

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, fingering (f receiving), p in the v - unwrapped (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), talk of eating, belly praise, self esteem, weight gain, flannel shirt button popping

Author's Notes: FINALLY! The long awaited addition to the Menu is here! I wrote the majority of this listening to Hozier's new album so please forgive my non-fluffy heart if there are traces of fluff. Thank you to the Nonnie who submitted the illuminating THOT!

Major thanks to @harryleatherfit for their support, and to all those on the TAGLIST - this one's for you, babes 💜 The THOT TANK is always open, Friendos

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They found you in an abandoned apartment building somewhere in the Midwest, and after being cooped up together – surviving – for few days, it was settled that the duo had become a trio. Joel came across as a gruff and emotionless man and while he made you feel supremely unwelcome at first, he grew to at least give you the impression that he tolerated you for Ellie. For the next several months, it was just the three of you, trekking through the ruins of America.

The three of you finally found Joel’s brother and were tentatively welcomed into Jackson. It had taken some time for you, Joel, and Ellie to find your bearings after you’d arrived bring that, for the first time in a while, you were expected to act in a civil manner towards others in proximity instead of defending yourselves and fighting for resources.

You and Joel were not a couple. He had never shown any interest towards you beyond your uncanny finishing ability, while you tried to not think of him as anything more than muscle and reinforcement in your travelling party. You were attracted to him, and you did your damnedest to squash any and all thoughts of him being more than a survival companion. This was made worse for you as Ellie would not even discuss the idea of you not being under the same roof in Jackson as she and Joel. Maria and Tommy had set the three of you up in a 3-bedroom home across from them, and you did your best to find a homey-rhythm as a trio.

While you and Ellie had taken to this new life with a relative ease, Joel was almost fighting it. Ellie let her curiosity run wild and you tried to find a social group, but Joel fought back. He didn’t engage with anyone that weren’t a select few outside of sideways glares and grunts in responses to hellos. He declined to get new clothing and outright refused to sleep in a bed until Ellie threatened to spill his deep, dark secrets to you that she had learned through his sleep talking. Even with food, now that there wasn’t a food scarcity or a worry about the next meal, he still refused to stray from his food rationing way of eating. He didn’t go to the mess hall to eat, opting instead for keeping to himself in the house, picking away at whatever was on hand in the pantry.

That was, until you had been assigned kitchen duty due to your skills from working as a teenage line cook in a diner, pre-apocalypse. You’d brought some food home from the mess hall one evening, and Joel picked at it, grumbling that it was decent and wouldn’t be opposed to you bringing home more.

So, you did. And he began to actually sit at the table and eat, but he didn’t come to the mess hall until the following week when you’d told him you were making a beef brisket buffet on the Friday night. While he’d shown more enthusiasm than you had ever seen before (he raised his eyebrows), you were very surprised that night when the hall went quiet as he entered with Ellie at his side.

Your supervisor was so shocked that he showed up, he suggested you sit with him since more than likely no one else would. Ellie took off immediately to sit with kids her own age from school, and that had led you to sitting at a small table in the corner with Joel, watching him eat. And good god, did he eat.

His first serving disappeared before you could even begin yours, and he was back with his second helping with an actual – albeit small – grin on his face.

“I have never seen you look so… happy…”, you mused with a smile at him.

“Never had reason to be… but this is good… haven’t had food like this in… fuck… years.”, he grunted while shovelling food in his mouth.

He looked up at you and gave you a brief smile as he chewed briefly before going back to eating and your heart skipped a beat. That was the kindest he had ever been to you, and you felt those walls you’d built up around those thoughts and feelings you had for him shake.

You’d finished your food and stood up to return your dirty dishes, but as you went to walk away, he called your name.

“Hey Darlin’… uh, mind getting me another helping?”, he asked with a full mouth.

You nodded with a dumb grin at the new nickname, dumped off your dishes, and returned with another plate for Joel.

****

Three months later, the food he was allowing himself was starting to make an impact on his waistline. Never shying from second or third helpings, whether in the mess hall or at home, his tummy was more pronounced whether it was full or not.

You did your best to keep yourself in check, to not let yourself daydream about how that belly might feel under your fingers, or let your mind get carried away listening to the noises he made as he soothed his bloated middle. He would occasionally offer you little grins or a head nod, something he only recently began since being in Jackson, and you assumed he was being polite now that death wasn’t around every corner; this was just his true nature coming out. You figured your time living under one roof was coming to an end, given that you, he and Ellie were safe, and you didn’t need to keep such close quarters while you built your lives back up.

Ellie was spending more time with other kids and less at the house, while Joel continued to patrol and work in the carpentry shop, and you worked away in the community kitchen. When you and Joel were home alone, he kept a respectful distance from you. If there were moments your bodies could touch, like when you did dishes after dinner or he needed help carrying firewood in the house, he generally made a point of not getting too close and stepping back from you and looking away. You took the hint and figured the conversation of your moving into a place of your own was on its way.

*****

One Saturday evening, Joel had really outdone himself on the pork carnitas in the mess hall. You noticed he shifted in discomfort and discreetly had his hand on his lap. It took you a moment, but you finally realized he was unbuckling his belt and opened his pants. You averted your eyes to not embarrass him, but not before you saw that his belly was pushing out on to his lap. Joel Miller was having his fill, damned be his pants.

After he announced he was done, his green flannel shirt was pulled so tight across his middle that you swore you could hear the seams creaking and there were spaces between each of his buttons, exposing his undershirt.

The walk back to your house was quiet, save for Joel’s grunting and huffing every other step from the strain of his full belly.

“Fuck me… I made a real hog outta m’self tonight…”, he groaned as you walked next to him. “Sorry you gotta see me like this, Darlin’.”

You could hear the embarrassment in his voice, and you felt bad for him. His belly, while full and bloated and bigger than you’d ever seen on him, was still smaller compared to some of the other Jackson men’s stomachs, but you knew if he kept this up, he’d be matching them in no time.

“Oh Joel… knock it off… I take it as a compliment. You actually smiled tonight… nothing to be sorry for.”, you responded in a matter-of-fact voice. “You enjoyed yourself.”

He scoffed, as you reached your porch, and opened the door. You helped him into the house, then closed the front door, both of you kicking off your boots.

“Good god… when the hell d’we get all these damn stairs?”, he groaned as he got to the bottom of the stairwell leading to the bedrooms on the second floor.

“Come sit on the couch… you’re not making it up the stairs anytime soon, Joel.”

You patted the back of the couch, then headed to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. “You want anything else?”, you called to him.

You heard him bark a laugh. “D’you see me right now? You think I could get anymore in’ere?”

You heard him sit heavily on the couch followed by him grunting “Dammit!”.

Walking in, you saw Joel sitting back, knees apart, and his favourite shirt unbuttoned to his chest, his undershirt riding up and exposing a strip of his belly and showed his pants were pushed open by his stuffed middle.

“What happened?”, you asked, walking back in with a glass of water for you both.

“Damn fuckin’… Jesus…”, he muttered, his cheeks blushing in deep scarlet. He noted you were still looking at him for answer. “My fuckin’ buttons popped. Wrecked my favourite shirt.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Joel, the hardened, battle-scarred killer who shot first and asked questions later, was blushing.

“It’s a good look on you.”, you teased as you sat in the chair next to the couch, leaning back and feeling emboldened by his vulnerability.

“What is?”, he sheepishly looked up at you.

“A big dinner.”, you smirked as you took a drink of you water, eyes on his.

He stared at you a moment then down to his round stomach, and he huffed a laugh and smiled to himself. You sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before he spoke.

“Didn’t know you could cook like that, Darlin’. Probably a good thing I didn’t know till we got here, too… couldn’t outrun shit with this full gut…”, he said, eyes still cast down and hand on his belly.

“Thank you.” It was your turn to blush, and before you could stop yourself, you said quietly, “Didn’t know you’d look so good like that.”

Realization hit both you and Joel about what you’d said, and you wanted to crawl in a hole as you saw his eyes go wide.

“Joel… oh my god… I am so…”, you started, covering your face and you didn’t see the grin that grew across Joel’s face and the look in his eyes as he watched you.

“I’m just findin’ all sorts’a things ‘bout you lately, darlin’...”, he teased in a low voice. “And here I thought you weren’t interested… and leavin’ me hanging.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you swallowed hard before you had the nerve to look up at him. His brown eyes were dark and looked hungry? He trailed his stare up and down your body as you sat and subtly licked his lips.

“Joel… I…”, you stuttered, paused, then finally asked, “Wait… what did you say?”

He gave you a lopsided grin and sat back with a smug face and stated, “I swear, darlin’, I thought you weren’t interested.”

You just looked back at him with wide eyes while his smug demeanor shifted into a gentler and warmer gaze. He smiled and patted the seat next to him.

“Come over here, baby.”, he spoke softly.

You stood slowly and his eyes never left yours and he raised his hand to take yours as you sat next to him sideways to face him fully. His hand went to your waist, his thumb stroking you.

“You drunk or something?”, you questioned teasingly with a smile.

He sighed a small laugh, his eyes again trailing up and down your body. “Nope, darlin’. Just felt like it was ‘bout time I was honest since I’m learnin’ so much ‘bout you lately.” He sucked in a breath and licked his lips again when his eyes watched your chest move with your breathing. “You look good, darlin’. Real fuckin’ good.”

His eyes moved up to yours and you could see the want, the need you held back for so long, burning in his eyes. You moved forward, your hand cupping his face.

“So do you, Joel.”, you breathed as you kissed him.

You heard him sigh into the kiss and push into it, his grip on your waist tightened, fisting your shirt and pulling you closer. You instinctively ran your hand over his taught, full belly and he shivered as you did, his grip trying to pull you onto his lap now.

“Get up, baby… can’t bend that way right now… get on me…”, he instructed you in a breathy tone as you moved to staddle his lap. 

Your smaller frame was now right up against his swollen belly as you frantically made out on the couch.

“God damn… fuckin’ hell, darlin’… if weren’t so damned full, I’d do this properly in bed upstairs…”, he panted as you moved your kisses to his jaw and neck and began to rock your hips. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled them down to put more friction on his denim-clad cock. “Make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

He roughly jammed his hand between the two of you, cupping your heat as he began to make lude promises in whispers as you whimpered kisses along his neck.

“That’s right, darlin’… makin’ those pretty sounds… bet your pussy tastes better than your cookin’… how many nights I fucked my fist wishin’ it were your mouth…. Never thought you’d want an old fat fucker like me….”

You finally worked up the ability to push yourself back from him, and you looked down at his dark, blown-out pupils and his parted, panting lips, knowing you looked the same, while his hand stilled on your jeaned heat.

“You gonna let me fuck you, Darlin’?”, he breathed out, eyes pinned to yours.

You nodded as your hands moved to his shoulders and you pressed your mouth to his. He deepened the kiss for a moment, the pushed you up gently.

“Darlin’…”, his voice needy and almost desperate. “Baby, take your pants off…”

You stood up and removed your shirt and jeans, leaving you in your bra and panties. Joel huffed as he moved himself up off the couch, dropping his already open jeans, the grabbed your arm pulling you towards him.

“So fuckin’ pretty…”, he smiled before kissing you.

His arms wrapped around you and your hands went to his hair and around his shoulder. Unlike the previous kisses that were hasty and desperate, this one was slow, methodical, and carried over a year’s worth of unspoken emotions that neither of you were brave enough to put words to.

Joel pulled back first and softly smiled at you before he said is voice far too soft for the words he spoke.

“I’m gonna fuck you into this couch, Darlin’.”

His mouth is back on yours, hungry. Teeth and fervor, clashing between you. All that soft, gentle kissing was gone, Joel had given into what ever primal urges you had unearthed in him. You moan into his mouth as his hand grips your hair, pulling your head back.

“Joel… please…”, you begged breathlessly. “Take it... take me…”

He smiled darkly at you and pushed you face down over the arm of the couch, his hands going to the waist of your panties. He paused as if waiting for confirmation that you wanted this. You nodded and gave a strangled “uh-huh” and he pulled them down.

Joel let out a noise that you can only think was one from a starving man looking at a banquet feast. He dragged his thick finger through your slick folds, making you squirm and whimper.

“Oh, baby, you’re so fuckin’ pretty… bet your tight little cunt’s just waitin’… your pussy’s droolin’ for me, Darlin’... I’m gonna wreck you for any other man… wanna bury myself in your tight little cunt… so fucking pretty, baby.”

“Joel, please… fuck me… please… don’t tease!”, you cried out, unable to get any further friction from his fingers given the way you were splayed out on the couch arm.

“That’s right, baby… gonna take care of you, Darlin’… gonna make you feel good… patience, baby…gotta work you open for me.”

He removed his fingers and spit on them before he pumped one into your cunt, his thumb gently rubbing your neglected and throbbing clit. His finger was thick, and you could only imagine how big his cock was; you’d once got a quick glance at the outline before Jackson and if that was any indication, he was doing you a favour getting you primed and ready for him. He pulled back and added another finger after a moment, picking up his pace and you cried out and called his name as you gripped the couch cushion.

“So tight, Darlin’… tell me how bad you needed this, baby… tell me… tell me you need me.”

“I-I need this… Joel… need you, Joel… so bad… wanted this for so long… oh god… yes… there… right there, Joel… please, oh fuck!... Joel... Joel… keep going!”, you panted with a whine.

He pushed a third finger in, and you cried out and clawed at the couch cushion.

“Shhh, baby… come on, Darlin’… need to fuck you after this and I gotta get you open for me… need it to feel good for you… doing so good… I can feel it…. you’re close, Darlin’… let go for me, baby… come on.”

You could feel your orgasm building up, and when he curled his fingers and hit that sweet spot buried deep in your cunt, you came, crying out like a beaten dog.

“There you go… that’s it, Darlin’… sing for me, baby.”

He worked you through your orgasm, and when you felt like you could breathe normally, you tried to push yourself up. Joel’s hand rubbed in between your shoulder, and he gently pushed you back down.

“Darlin’, I’m too full to fuck you the way I outta… but you look to fucking good to pass up… you gonna let me have you here, baby?”. His tone was pleading and needy, but gruff, while his harsh, calloused hands gently rubbed you on you back where he pushed you down.

His words and the way he said them had your insides turn to mush and you could feel another gush of arousal slip from your puffy cunt.

“Please…”, was all your fuck-drunk brain could muster in a pathetic, breathy whine.

“Too good to me, Darlin’… to fuckin; good to this fat old man.”, he groaned as he pushed his aching, hard cock into your tight, slippery cunt.

The feeling was too much. For a moment, you thought it was going to not work, but he soothed you. He kept pushing himself in slowly, offering words of praise while his fingers dug into your hips.

“Takin’ me so good, Darlin’… that’s it, honey… so good… feel so fuckin’ good…”

He pushed in as far as his length could go and his tip kissed your cervix. Your lungs felt like they couldn’t fill with air you were so full, and you needed him to do something.

“You gotta relax, baby… I can’t move shit unless you relax…”

“Joel… please move… need you to move… so full… move, please…”, you whined, trying to catch your feet on the floor so you could push back into him.

He panted a chuckle and began to move, slowly at first, then increased his hip’s speed and intensity until he was ramming into you. The couch was squeaking on the wood floors from Joel’s weight repeatedly being forced against it. The couch’s rough material was rubbing harshly against your hip bones, but it was worth it for the sweet sting of Joel splitting you open as his heavy, full belly hitting your ass cheeks.

“Oh god… Joel… yes… yes… k-keep going… yes… fuck…”, you panted, tears in your eyes.

“So good… baby… you gotta come… come on, baby… you’re close, Darlin’… come on…”

The white-hot burn of your second climax crept down your spine and built up as his finger went to your clit, rubbing circles, pushing you over the edge. Your vision went blurry for a moment your body went rigid, your mouth open and high-pitched pants and moans escaped from it.

Joel’s hips sputtered as your climax pushed him to his own release. He let out a few deep, guttural grunt as he thrusted a few more times, spilling his hot seed into you.

He tried to not collapse onto you as he pulled out. He stumbled back into the armchair as you pushed yourself up off the couch’s arm.

“Fuck, Darlin’… wish you could stay bent over that… sucha pretty sight…”, he huffed in a laugh as you got up. He patted his leg. “Come’ere, baby…”

You clumsily moved over to him and held your hands out. “No… up, Joel… Ellie could walk in the door at any moment and the last thing she needs to see is you stuffed to the gills with your dick out in the living room.”

“Sucha fuckin’ mouth on you!”, Joel grinned, and moved his hands to yours. “Better get a move on… let’s go to bed.”

You collected your abandoned clothing that was strewn throughout the living room and got Joel upstairs into his bedroom. You went to your room to clean yourself up and change, and there was a knock at the door. Upon opening it, Joel saw you and pushed his way in, closing it behind him.

He pulled you close to him, his belly pressed against your middle. You touched his face softly, gently running your fingers through his scruffy facial hair.

He smiled and kissed you tenderly and said softly against your mouth, “I got you, Darlin’… tell me you’ve got me… please…”

“I got you, Joel.” --------<3----------

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⚠️ I broke my master list, that's why I can't update the series section with the latest chapters 🤡

✨BuzzFeed quiz on my Joels by missannwinchester and not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

MASTER LISTS - AUs, Collections, and Series

💗 Silence can never be bought (dbf, AU)⭐ Joel is a family friend. You catch him in a compromising position and hold it over him until you both realize what you really want.

Night walks (AU) dark (D), DC (at first / drugs) Joel is your hot, older pothead neighbor who talks dirty. Latest: Menace 💤

Raider Joel extra dark (DD). NC (at first / verbal threat), DC (via stockholm). Joel saves you from his men but claims you as his own and takes you with him. Latest: Close.

✨Left in Lincoln (dbf x virgin) DD He's a neighbor your dads trust to look in on you while they seek treatment for Frank. Latest: Apple Blossom

Stepdad D You come for an unannounced visit and catch him perving on your insta and start toying with & seducing him. Latest: Tinder

Speakeasy established relationship 👫 (Collection, no plot) - Exhibitionist one shots and drabbles all with the same horny couple, post-outbreak.

for survival (2003) & speakeasy

For Survival (1.4k) - Joel, a stranger, saves your life, you fuck during evacuation.

For Survival 2 (1.4k) - fucking in your sleeping bag trying to be silent.

free use!Joel 👫

Making dinner (free use of you)

Picnic table (manhandling) D, DC (the public aspect)

Bail run (asleep but consensual) 💤

Tommy's hard day (MFM threesome) D

dark mode!Joel ULTRA dark - DDD, 👫

Dark mode (knife)You activate Joel's dark mode for your own enjoyment.

Clicking (horny! joel -> dark mode) He won't stop when a clicker appears. Later you try to punish him but it backfires.

thighs out!Joel (BD / bf's DAD)

Sky's out, thighs out (1.5k) He gives you a good time at the rooftop pool.

at the beach (300)

sun's out, guns out (2.3k) pool

✨shopping (1.3k) fitting room mirror

just the tip D, DC (power imbalance)

Just the tip (v loss), he ends up coaxing you into more.

surveillance (imagine) he uses surveillance to watch you.

Just the tip (really) you've been trying not to fuck him and this time it's really just the tip.

VIRGINS

Patrol - pt. 1; virgin patrol (v loss) DD, DC (manipulation)

Virgin sex worker (v loss) D

Night Talks (v loss) D, DC (drugs) you're Sarah's best friend. When she ditches you he gets you high.

Aches (fingering); thoughts Post-outbreak, you're sharing a sleeping bag and your body starts needing Joel's.

See also, Lincoln series and Just the Tip above.

⬇️ ONE SHOTS, misc. ⬇️

Secret breeder!Joel Refuses to pull out D, 👫

Fucking Joel at your dad's house one-off dbf

Breeding couple ; Pregnant , 👫

in the ass like a good girl anal drabble

you almost die then get used D, NC, 👫 Joel takes you aggressively in the heat of the moment

Possessive cum play D, 👫

Watching you; pt.2 date next door D peeping tom neighbor. they do it in part 2.

Jealous of you/Tess (degradation) D, DC mean/aggressive Joel

Caught Drinking ( DDDNE) DDD, NC sarah's friend is punished

Bone broth (consensual noncon) 👫

non-con while you sleep D, NC 💤 on a hunting trip when you have a boyfriend at home.

Sleeping Beauty 💤, 👫 (via night walks) CNC.

Movie night (in public) 👫 under a blanket

Caught DDD very mean Joel, you escaped captivity

Lazaretto (NC. sex pollen), PART 2 D, DC quarantined together

That's the spot (masseur!Joel) you slowly get Joel to cross professional boundaries.

caught masturbating (300) D

Gas station skeeze (300)

the old fashioned way (1k) D Joel breeds you for vax research

midnight tow - slasher!Joel (3.6k) DD, DC; ✨ Joel's camper (midnight blow)

personal trainer , part 2 D, DC

Pawn shop (GILF Joel) D

Canopy, part 2 💤 👫 dbf in your parents' house, caught

the special one (vampire!joel) D, DC (kidnapping)

Packing: butcher!Joel DD, DC

daddy Joel 👫, Ddlg

A day in the filth

Jailbird - cellmate's nephew, ✨collect calls

HCs, imagines, other

Free Use / Objectification HCs - you can put Joel in different modes for your enjoyment.

Your Dirty Little Mouth - talking dirty in Spanish in public to get Joel all riled up.

random hot things from HBO canon

Therapist (Dr. Rock), pt 2 D - META 1st person

Dick HCs - size, appearance, and more

Brothel Reality Show

✨JOELS AS CATS

Requests: guidelines.

Other pedro characters

Javi G. - Watch you watch him fuck his wife. Depicts the hypothetical scenario Nick and his agent mused about in the movie.

Ezra - Sleep time: pt. one (250), two 💤(850) D You bait Ezra into having his way with you. DC

✨Javi P. - hunt and peck (2.7k) 6/30

#art #cant think straight #NIGHT WALKS JOEL…. #screams

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for so long ༻꧂

part 2 >< kissing

5k dbf!neighbor!joel x fem!reader

𓆉 series master list 𓆉 main master list 𓆉

𓆉 series playlist 𓆉

warnings: [NO OUTBREAK], another woman, angst, alcohol consumption, v fingering, age gap (joel 47 reader 24) dbf!joel, dom!joel, mentions of death; grief etc. , heavy petting, clit play,

authors note: my classes start next week and i’m petrified. not having a set time to write will kill me, but i will make time! dbf!joel is so special to me and i need to finish upper east side. feel free to submit any ideas or thoughts you have for the series that you think i should include 🍊🍊🍊 gift to you all since it’s friday ;)

(and now as i want to write dbf joel now i’m thinking of doing a javier and oberyn fic oml i need to finish something first)

as always, comments and feedback is always always welcomed 𓇼

word count: 5K

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Salting, flavor 𖦹 Lies like a sailor

But he loves like a painter 𖦹 Billions

Psycho, priceless 𖦹 Good in a crisis

Working the angles 𖦹 Billions

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You forced yourself to get up and leave that dock, leaving behind your incident with Joel. You understood why he left, but at least you got what you had of him for that time. You chugged the last of the nasty beer, walking slowly off the dock to your house.

The party was still going on, but you didn’t want anyone to see you. Eyes bloodshot from being awake for so long, you thought you’d pass out immediately if you had to talk to anyone else. Detouring behind trees, you wind out to the front of the house again, entering the code to the garage. The music was loud and you felt bad for ditching your own welcome home party, but you would make it up to James and your dad.

You snuck into the kitchen for food without anyone seeing you, praying that Joel wouldn’t see you, or better off if they already left to go home.

Just in time as you're hauling the food upstairs, and the moment you realize you need your stuff from your dads car, you can hear Joel talking to someone. Not Tommy, Sarah or your dad. Another woman.

Backing down a few steps carefully so you don’t get caught in the line of sight, his back is turned against you, thankfully.

And this hag touching the collar of Joel’s shirt.

“We could host a fourth of July party together Joel, it would be fun.” She moves to his ear.

He backs up a little against the railing, looking to the side.

“Mary, you know how I feel about this.”

This.

“What Joel? We kissed one time, and then you were the one that took things further. You can’t blame me for wanting more.”

You see that he stays stagnant, he doesn’t even twitch with her there so close to him. She moves down his chest.

Not giving a fuck, you place the food at the top of the stairs, delicately walking back down to interupt their little frisk to go to your dad’s truck.

Trying not to wince when you see her kissing his cheek, the sexual desire making you almost puke. Bealining to open the front door,

“Honey, where are you going?”

Caught.

The last thing you wanted to talk to was these two. And you were so tired. At this point you were so sleep deprived talking still made sense, but everything said to you would slip pass and not register. You looked high, from your eyes being bloodshot, and your body was aching to just lay down in silence. Almost enjoying the misery of being so tired.

When you were tired, it was easy to get aggravated, your face would minisculely show if you were annoyed or pissed but now you had to do a straight face.

Turning around, the hairs on your back stand up right, swallowing.

Now you know, this was Mary Anne.

Your dad would always complain about this woman on the phone. The description he gave you matched perfectly and the tone of her voice sounded like high pitch nails clinging against each other.

Avoiding Joel, with obvious lipstick marks all over his face, they separated from each other when you turned around.

“You must be Mary Anne, my dad has talked about you quite a lot.” You smile, not once looking at Joel.

“Your father is too sweet, he’s really happy to have you back.”

“I’m happy to be back too, the town has expanded a lot.”

“Well thank Joel here, he and his brother have done all of that!” She pats his chest, nothing but disgust shingles through your head.

One minute he’s out with you, almost giving your heart to him. And here he is, being a fucking typical man.

You smile and nod at Joel, grabbing the door being you.

“James has missed you too, he talks about you all the time at baseball practice.”

Making eye contact, “I forgot you’re an assistant coach, that must be fun.”

Of course she was, it was just fucking weird at this point.

“Yeah, coaching the boys for the summer has been fun, I drive James home when your dad is stuck at the restaurant, I live just down the street so if you need anything let me know.”

You feel like your eyes unfocus and you’re just staring at this woman, just begging your body to leave.

“And I’m so sorry for your-” Here it comes. “Loss, James talks about your mama sometimes and I can imagine she was an incredible person.”

In your head, you shake your head and fucking scream, but now you freeze and stare at her.

You do let your mouth hang open, sucking in fire for air. Not in an upset way, but almost faking a yawn. It was childlike, but to them you felt small.

Joel is still, just fucking standing there and you know he’s looking at you out of pity.

“Mhm, thank you Mary Anne, I’m so sorry, I’m really tired and I was just going to grab my stuff out of my dad's truck.”

“Aww that’s okay honey, we're just about to leave too.” She laughs up at Joel.

Scoffing, you open the door and silently scream, and when you do leave the house you’re falling, falling to the ground.

Fucking perfect.

Mary Anne gasps and she tells Joel to get your father, instead he comes to you.

“Jason! Jason she fell, get out here!” She yells.

Thinking you’re okay, you try to get up, but no way in hell does that work when you fall straight down again.

You hear everyone rushing out to the porch and suddenly Joel’s strong hands grab your body.

“Don’t touch me. Let go.” You seethe under your breath.

You don’t care that you gave him a nasty look, he deserved it. But he backed off as you wished.

“Bear?” Your dad rushes out, “I told you we had no front steps right now.”

Eyes still adjusting to the darkness, sleep is all you need.

“Right.” You chuckle, “I forgot, sorry.” Everyone laughs, filing back inside to the party.

Standing up, putting your weight on your good leg, you hobble over to grab your duffle bags.

Throwing them onto the porch and crawling to stand on top of the wood, people were watching you but you didn’t give a fuck, you’d do it on your own.

“Dad, I'm going to sleep.”

He stands there, looking into your pearled eyes.

“Okay, see you in the morning.” He hugs you.

Joel and Mary Anne are still there at the bottom of the stairs.

“Have a good night.” Letting your eyes crinkle in the smile.

“Feel better honey!” She calls after you as you stumble up.

Joel watches you walks pass them. You’d spit on his shoes if you could.

Peering to the top step, the food is still there, thank god.

Not embarrassed as you thought, but that happening in front of Joel was a smack from hell. Opening your door, turning on the light to your childhood room. Nothing has changed. The smell, the pictures and paint, your bed, all the same.

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Someone’s jumping on your bed. Eyes opening up, sun filling the room, James is shaking you awake.

“It’s noon! Wake up!” He says.

You groan, “James it’s saturday…”

“And it’s your real first day here and I want to spend it with you!”

“Okay… where’s dad?”

“He’s at the restaurant. He told me to ask you if you could close tonight so he can come get me from my scrimmage practice.”

“Jason wants me to work..” You pout, truly you were fine with it. It’s the family business and you had nothing better to do, but on a saturday night…

“Ok, how about we spend the day together and I’ll drive you to practice in dads other car, and I’ll go to the damned restaurant. Deal?” You confirm.

“Perfect.” He giggles.

“Do you want to go surfing?”

“Let's do that tomorrow. I have my game and then there's that team bonfire thing dad told you about, surf then?”

“It’s tomorrow? That’s perfect James. I cant wait to watch you play.”

He grins, “Dad left some cash for us to go eat, I want Ihop.”

“Ihop.” You mock. “You really want IHop?”

“Yes”.

“Fine.”

You get out of bed and James stays.

“How’s your leg?”

“Fine.” You mumble.

“I saw Mary Anne trying to bud in per usual.”

You respond immediately, “Is that awkward, her being your coach…”

“Thank god you think that, I swear she thinks she’s my new mom and then did you see her all over Joel! Sarah was disgusted.”

“Yeah I was too, yuck.” Putting a finger in your mouth. “Trust me I knew who she was when I saw her, dad told me all about the annoying lady that clings to all the single men in town.”

“She’s been all over Joel for so long it’s annoying, if she becomes Sarah’s step mom I’m making her move in with us, sorry.”

Sarah’s step mom. You shiver.

“Sarah… hmm James, do you like her?” You stare him down as you brush your hair.

“I’ll be honest I don’t know… there's days where I think she likes me back but then some days it feels like we’ll only be friends.” He explains.

“You won’t know until you ask, but at least you’re friends.” You offer. “Ask her to come to breakfast with us, it wouldn't hurt.”

“You're the best.” He shrieks and runs to grab his phone.

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After having breakfast with Sarah and your brother, which seemed completely normal between them both. Sarah wanted to go to James practice, you dropped them both off and before you had to go to the restaurant you went to the towns public beach.

You sat there watching people, headphones in. There were some hot, hot men.

You called Lexie, updated her about your first day and told her about Joel.

“That hot dad, why didn’t you kiss him?”

“I don’t know I was scared and I think he was too.” You look down at the sand.

“And he’s apparently with this old bitch, so show him up. Date around the town. Put yourself out there.” She edges on.

“I don’t know, maybe sometime soon, but I have to go to my dads restaurant to close, he said you can visit whenever. Joel has a hot brother…”

She laughs over the receiver, “Maybe after the fourth, and I’ll come spend a week. In August I start my new job at that aquatic life place I was telling you about.”

“That’s amazing Lex, let me know about after the fourth, we’ll have fun.”

“Okay, I love you, Ciao!”

You never thought about it in terms but you didn’t want to work at your dad’s restaurant forever, you didn’t want your degrees to go to waste.

You’d start job hunting soon, but you needed to give yourself some time. It was weird being in the same town you grew up in, reliving every childhood memory. A little girl who would wake up happy, but now everything makes you feel like a ghost.

You wish you could silence it all, but here you are asking for answers.

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As you pull into the parking lot, it's dark and your dads truck is gone. You forgot you’d have to meet a whole new staff and it was packed. Or you could wait in the back the whole night and just lock the doors to the building when everyone’s gone.

Applying mascara and black honey, you get out of your car and walk in. People at the bar, people inside, people outside eating at on the lookout to the beach. Bussers and servers moving quickly.

Walking up to the hostess stand, a boy that looks your age sits in a chair sideways, chewing gum with his mouth open and he has a 2012 Justin Bieber hair cut.

“Yo, sit yourself inside or out, server will get to you afterwards.” He says, still scrolling on his phone

“Ummm, I’m uhhh.” Trying to get his attention, “Jason’s daughter, he wanted me to close tonight.”

He sits up, falling out of his chair, then getting up again.

“Boss’s daughter.” He yelps, looking frightened and he scrambles to clean the counter.

The server nearby screams and chaos breaks loose.

“Uh no you guys don’t have to do that, I’m nothing, pretend I’m not even here.” You back into the corner and boot it behind the bar. People were looking at you and murmuring, and the bartender looks your way.

“Chet?” You ask.

“No fucking way, it’s really you, they said the boss’s daughter was coming in tonight and I wasn’t gonna believe it unless I saw it.”

You and Chet were friends when you were younger, you both liked to surf a lot when you were kids,but then you saw him less and less, nothing bad but time.

Time was all you had, but still lost.

“Sorry if we're more lax than other restaurants, your dad did choose to hire all 20 year olds.” He smirks.

You shrug, “It’s the beach life, what more do you expect?”

He made a few more drinks, you both talked through the night. You were happy he didn’t bring up your mom. You weren’t sure if he knew but it wasn’t worth bringing up.

Before he left a the end of his shift,

“Hang out this summer?” He looked into your eyes.

“I’d like that.”

Chet wasn’t too harsh on the eyes either. He was pretty, and always nice. You expected nothing less from him. His parents raised him right and you were so proud to know one of the good ones.

The whole staff left late, you got to talk to all of them, glad that your dad works with good people.

As everyone left, you were cleaning behind the bar and wiping cups, hearing the ding of the door cling alive.

“We close in ten minutes.” You yell above your head.

“I know.”

Your head pops up from the counter, and lo and behold Joel Miller.

“What are you doing here?” You stand up.

His hair looked electrocuted, his eyes bloodshot. His clothes were disheveled, but his fucking flannel still hugged his body. He still looks like the man you’ve known for so long.

“Wanted to see if you were okay…” He walks in.

“M’fine.” You swallow.

He takes a seat at the bar and you look into his eyes, he looks tired, and already drunk.

“You’re drunk.” You blink.

You wouldn’t let yourself be upset at this, but you were mad that you let yourself talk about your mom to Joel, and he was smothered in lipstick by another woman. It was the principle.

He tuts, “I am.”

“Then why are you here?” Throwing your hands to your side.

He gulps, “I don’t want to do this, I had a long day.”

“Mhmph okay, find we won’t do this.”

You clean more and he just stands there and watches you.

“If you want to stand and watch, maybe I can invite Mary Anne to join.” You look up.

“Don’t, don’t do that.” He puts his head in his hand.

“Then what the fuck do you want me to do…Joel. You’re here in my dad’s restaurant, go home.” You yell.

“I can’t… I can’t go home without speaking to you.”

“Then talk, it isn’t hard Joel.” You pause.

“You know this isn’t fair,” He starts, “I find out you’re coming to live with your dad and it’s like my whole life stops.” He mumbles.

“Do you want some more lipstick all over your face, or are you gonna cry about it?”

Calmly he walks behind the bar, not raising his voice.

“I messed up, I know that. But please…” He gets closer to you, “Don’t be mad at me.”

“Joel you were this close to my face 24 hours ago comforting me about my dead mom and you,” You put your finger on his chest, “You and this old bitch were in, now my house kissing. And you try to be the hero by asking if I’m okay last night with your faced smeared from another woman,” You shake your head, “Get the fuck out.” You say sternly.

He stands there shaking his head, he doesn’t move.

“What Joel?” You look into his eyes defeated.

“You don’t get it sweetheart, you are my best friend's daughter. If I did something to you, if I touch you, if we are caught, if I kiss you, if I even think about you. I am corrupting you.”

You stay silent, but you listen to him. Hanging by a thread, you would listen to him forever.

“If your father found out about us, do you know what he would do to me? What he would do to make us not see each other?” He swallows.

“Ever since I have known you, I have kept myself away from you. Mary Anne is nothing, I mean it.”

You watch his eyes gloss and his arms cross, he’s being genuine.

“I allowed myself to come in here tonight because you needed to know that, but I promise I’ll never go near her or you again, and as long you’re here I won’t-

You had to, you had to quiet him, standing on your toes you close in on his mouth. Kissing him, letting yourself touch him.

You moan into his mouth, something to quiet him.

He lets go, “No, don’t do this because you feel bad sweetheart.”

“Joel you can’t tell me what to do.” You capture his lips again, your nose’s brushing. His musk electrifies the burn in your body. “My dad will not find out about this, I am a grown woman, I choose what I want for my life.”

He closes his eyes, breathes and opens, his voice drops “Small town beach girl all grown up now?”

Your eyes widen, “Please, I wasn’t always studying, Joel. Fucking forced me to be better student.”

He blinks, “Close the fucking restaurant and meet me in my truck.”

You stand there, grinning. He walks away and you finish the closing tasks. Before you open the door to walk outside, preparing yourself. This is Joel Miller. You’ve wanted him the day you first met him.

Locking the door, you turn around and his truck is not in the parking lot, but near the trees on the sand a couple hundred feet away. The moon was illuminating the water and you walked over.

You could see he was looking out the window, waiting for you. Restraining yourself from running to the passenger door, you make it, open the door and pull yourself in. No one could see you both in this spot, which was good.

“Hi.” You breathe, your heart was racing and when he looked over at you, the moonlight reflecting off his face and hair made you throb. Made you crave more in your life. He’s beautiful, you never needed anything more than him right now.

The feeling crashes over you too quickly, you move to sit in his lap and he kisses you. Matching your speed, all you can focus on is his mouth.

He grunts when you thread your fingers through his soft hair. You kiss his nose, mouth agape at how intoxicated this man has made you feel. It was new, you weren’t scared but you were so hyper aware of how he touched you. Lust consumed your brain.

You pop off from his lips, remembering that he was drunk, “Joel, you’re drunk.”

He licks his lips, “This,” He kisses you again, “Has sobered me up. I promise.”

His reassurance calmed your heart, but would he regret this?

He moved with you, you both moaned into each other, you both needed each other.

“Was she like this Joel? Was her pussy tight? Did she make you cum?” You question, shifting down to his neck and you suck until you can feel his breath stutter.

“Could her throat take your cock? Did she finish you off? Could she swallow your thick… oozing cum?” You lick a stripe on his neck, you can feel his stomach cave in. Reaching a hand down to his jeans, you palm him. His breath is shallow, music to your ears.

The windows are starting to fog up and you lean against his side window, staring at his dark honey eyes.

“How’d you fuck her Joel? Was she screaming your name all night?” You continue to rub the outline of his hard cock.

He stops you, with a shaky hand he grabs your jaw, in a low rough rasp, “You’re fucking filthy.” He slams his pouted lips to yours, letting him take you. He nips at your lip, touching under your tits. Beyond being sensitive, you take off your shirt inviting him for more.

“Bet she doesn't have tits like mine, does she?” You flaunt.

Your tits were bubbling out your bra, being a broke college student didn’t allot you to buy bras every time you grew a size.

Joel gave you confidence, his eyes were glued to what he saw, and it fucked with your brain, but you loved it.

“Sweetheart, fucking her was nothing. All she wanted was vanilla,” He licks the top of your boob, “She wanted nothing more than soft.”

“Joel Miller fucks rough?” You ask, raising a brow.

“When I fuck sweetheart, it’s hard… and long.” He extends his arms to your ass. “I like to take my time.”

You wince as his hand crawls up your back from your ass.

“She didn’t like that. She will never be you.” He carnally growls, “And I didn’t cum, she threw up on my dick.”

You bust out laughing, he follows. He must have a big fucking did then…

He felt so good against you. You could feel your swollen lips and your flushed cheeks. Sweat building on your hairline and neck.

You want to give him more, you want to feel more so you lean back against the steering wheel, going for the zipper to his jeans and he stops you, looking up.

“No, pretty girl hands off.” He huffs, “I want to make you feel good right now, that’s the least I owe you.” He draws out a kiss, “But that fucking mouth- gonna get you in trouble. Fucking brat. Mary Anne is gone, blocked. If I see her again, nothing. I promise.”

You shiver, “I’ve never been with a man…” He pushes your hair behind your ear, “That focuses just on me.”

“Then I’ll teach you, sweet girl.” He rubs circles on your cheeks.

“Those college boys don’t know how to fuck.” He hums, his hands crawl across your back, unhooking your bra and it falls off, he’s definitely not a college boy. He’s a man.

He adjusts again when he sees your tits, grunting. Immediately he lunges forward to your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth and a high-pitched whimper falls from your mouth. Your head rests above his, and you push him to your body.

His mouth takes your nipple, his tongue caressing each part, and your head swells. No man has ever focused on your boobs.

“So fucking perfect sweetheart. So soft.” He was sucking enough you knew you’d wake up with hickeys everywhere, but you knew that’s how it would feel real.

He pushes you a little further back, “Put your hands on the dashboard.”

You put your hands behind your back, giving space as your body lifts.

His golden hands circle your nipples, so sensitive you hiss. His hands reach your zipper now, and he stops.

“Are you okay with me touchin you?” He asks, with a hushed breath.

This was it, you weren’t in college anymore. You weren’t being fingered in your dorm room any more, you weren’t uncomfortable, you were with Joel. He asked you, he isn’t forcing you.

Nodding your head, “Yes.”

With your approval his eyes travel down, his fingers insistent on your zipper. He shimmies your jean shorts down your legs. Your left bare in your black underwear. Nothing special but, black underwear was the only thing you would buy.

“If you want to stop, we stop. Okay?” He gets your attention, you’re hazed by the fog. Breathing was starting to get hard and you couldn't believe Joel was about to finger you. Nobody but him.

You kiss him again, “Make me cum Joel, please.”

His left hand pulls your underwear to the side, revealing the mess you’ve created. You’ve been drenched since the bar.

You draw in a moan, the air and his breath on you made the hair on your back raise. You were scared he didn’t like what he saw, but now wasn’t the time to worry. You couldn’t give a fuck.

He fiddles his fingers between your pussy lips, drenching his hand with your liquid.

“Fuck, been drenched for me all night, huh? Been wanting this?” His southern accent was going to make you scream.

“I’ve wanted you forever Joel, please…” You beg.

He slowly brings his fingers to his face, putting them in his mouth.

He closes his eyes and groans.

“Like honey, you’re fuckin perfect sweetheart. M’fucking lucky.” He puts his fingers back on your pussy, up to your clit. Your jaw drops.

“That’s the spot. Mhhhm.” He rubs your nub furiously, holding on tight.

“Last night you looked so pretty, always so fucking pretty.” He says, “Those hazy eyes,” You smile, “You’re body,” He brings you closer, hand to cupping you, “This pussy.”

Beat. He takes a breath. Air thick.

“You are perfect, and I’ve wanted to tell you for so long. Now I know.”

Even if he didn’t mean it, even if he had said this to another woman, you didn’t care. His words drew out something filthy, something the rest of the world would ever understand about you.

With his right hand hand he holds your stomach down, he was touching the part you most nervous about. But he didn’t care about what you looked like, he didn’t care about or know what you thought of yourself. He kept touching you.

“I could survive on your pussy for the rest of my life. I mean that.” He murmurs.

Taken by shock, still holding you down. He maneuvers his fingers with your panties, sliding two fingers in. This was it.

You gasp, not realizing alone how thick two of his fingers were. “Oh my fucking- god… Joel.”

He doesn't stop. He keeps going, not letting up and you couldn’t tell the difference between anything anymore. It was just him.

“Feel good, pretty girl? So fucking tight.” He snarls. His thumb pushes the skin about your clit, rubbing it as he fingers you.

“Joel, faster. I don’t fucking care.” You scream.

He does as he’s told, curving them inside. You yelp, no man has ever gotten this point, never able to finger fucking you this good.

His other hand holding you down made it better. Strong enough to keep you down from a shaking. You could feel it brewing. A storm riling inside your cunt.

You swallow, he knows what hes doing and you are utterly fucked.

“Gonna cum over fingers, c’mon baby, I know you can do it, such a good girl.”

“Joel-”

“I know. Let go for me.”

Instantly the waves from the beach fills your ears and a piercing shriek splits through the car. You get so tight your walls push him out and you slump on top of Joel, catching your breath.

You couldn’t process, this was the most intimate you’ve ever been with a man, it felt like you were being sloppy to your morals. But you couldn’t resist Joel.

In his car, both risking this for each other. He came for you.

Since you met him, earlier in your college years, it felt like this was supposed to happen. And now it is.

You could feel him kisisng you chest, not letting go.

He opens the center concil, grabbing a kleenex and swiping your center clean of your slick. Rubbing the dull pain he just fucked out of you.

Amazed to watch him clean you up.

“What?” He asks.

“Nothing.” You shrug.

Just Joel Miller, cleaning your vagina up, after he gave you a lip biting orgasm.

“Bet those boys never cleaned you up, a shame.” He says.

He helps lift you to the passenger seat and he just stares at you.

“You’re beautiful, and I’ll say it a thousand times over.” Heart leaping, you couldn’t say anything. You gulp.

“When you get home you need to pee.” He pants.

“Trust me, I know.” You laugh, every window in the car was fogged up, and you drew his name on your side. Both watching a droplet fall.

“Gotta get you home or your dad will probably fucking panic.” He says.

You nod in agreement, as he pulls out, leaving the beach. He rolls down the windows to circulate the air. Your hair blows through the wind and you've never felt more alive, more safe.

You watch him as he drives, how calm he is with everything. His smile, the lines on his face, his nose. Beautiful. You could write about him. You wrote about everything, observed and took in every little piece of information, and you would do this for Joel.

Time has done him well.

“I know tonight was… short lived. There's so much more I want to say and do, but I promise-”

You rush a finger to his lips.

“Shhh, you don’t have to promise me anything. I know.” You grin.

As much as you wanted to do more tonight with him, you’re glad this was what was given to you. You’re glad he came to bar.

He drives up to his house. From next door you could see the lights are off but James and your dad are home. Unbuckling, you grab your phone and open the door.

He turns off the engine, and before you get out of the car he grabs your shirt, and kisses you hard.

“See you at the game and campfire tomorrow?”

You nod your head.

Softly you hum to yourself as you get out, walking briskly to the front of your porch and crawling on top to unlock the door. You look over to him before you go inside and he’s laughs at you.

What has Joel Miller done to you?



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wip wednesday 🔆

@beefrobeefcal tagged me and i couldn’t resist

for so long 🍊part 2….

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You snuck into the kitchen for food without anyone seeing you, praying that Joel wouldn’t see you, or better off if they already left.

Just in time as you’re hauling the food upstairs, and the moment you realize you need your stuff from your dads car, you can hear Joel talking to someone. Not Tommy, Sarah or your dad. Another woman.

Backing down a few steps carefully so you don’t get caught in the line of sight, his back is turned against you thankfully.

And this hag touching the collar of Joel’s shirt.

“We could host a fourth of July party together Joel, it would be fun.” She moves to his ear.

He backs up a little against the railing, looking to the side.

“Mary, you know how I feel about this.”

This.

“What Joel? We kissed one time, and then you were the one that took things further. You can’t blame me for wanting more.”

You see that he stays stagnant, he doesn’t even twitch with her there so close to him.

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trying to have this part out by tomorrow night! been super busy after my vaycay and my mom just gave birth( so crazy being 20 years apart, and i don’t personally see myself having kids so having a baby sister is amazing🫶)!! crazy crazy times :)) love you all💝

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List of Vocal Sounds for Smut

I present to you a - probably quite incomplete, I’m sure I’m missing a lot of speech sounds - reference list and a bit of a guideline for the different ways one can describe the sounds your characters make whilst writing smut. I’ll definitely be referring to it, because I sometimes get stuck on exactly how to describe a particular noise. (aka, “he can’t groan again, he just groaned last paragraph”)

Sounds (noun, both independently and describing speech): breath/breathe, gasp, moan, groan, pant, whimper, whine, shout, yelp, hiss, grunt, cry, scream, shriek, sob, growl, curse, sound, sigh, hum, noise, squeak, snarl, howl, roar, mewl, wail, choke, keen, purr

Sounds (noun, describing speech): rasp, husk, drawl, plea, murmur, whisper, beg

Descriptors (adjective): loud, hushed, quiet, low, high, high-pitched, little, tiny, soft, deep, unrestrained, restrained, strained, breathy, rough, sudden, short, drawn-out, sharp, harsh, hard, thick, smooth, thin, heavy, impassioned, insistent, hungry, passionate, repeated, filthy, debauched, sweet, slow, deliberate, guttural, languid, surprised, husky, distracted, happy, pleased, satisfied, wordless, cut-off, bitten-off, contented, hoarse, extended, long, depraved, aching, choked, strangled, broken, helpless, shuddering, shaky, trembling, urgent, needy, desperate, wanton, shattered, pained, eager

Combine a descriptor and a sound for best effect - for example, “needy moan,” “pleased hum,” or “sudden scream.” You can even use two: “low, rough grunt,” “sweet little cry,” “desperate, filthy noise,” as long as you don’t repeat a word that means the same thing, unless you really want to emphasize it. Avoiding repetition is pretty key here. You don’t usually want to say “hushed, quiet gasp” except on rare occasions when it’s very important how soft the sound was.

Use your own common sense, as well; some sounds and descriptors don’t generally work well together. “Deliberate shriek” probably wouldn’t work well, and neither would “languid grunt,” but again, this is all very situational - play around! Have fun.

Feel free to add to my lists, use for your reference or pass them around. It would be fun to see a randomized generator made, too, I’m just too lazy to do it myself. ;)

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for so long 𓆉

series playlist

i’m so up rn like music is genuinely curating this whole story

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for so long ༻꧂

part 1 >< moving

4.6K x dbf!neighbor!joel x f!reader

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warnings: [NO OUTBREAK] divorce, parents fighting, death, grief, alcohol consumption, age gap (reader 24 joel 47), dbf!joel, soft!joel

authors notes: i have been wanting to write dbf!joel for so damn long it’s not even funny. this will probably be a shorter fic with longer chapters, but we will see 🤫🤫

word count: 4.6 k

Cerulean blue and baby orange.

The only colors that made sense since birth. The sky and the water mix together to make a picture, one will never escape the world. The beach, as that would be simplified down to, is simply a get away, a lifestyle.

Your dads boat, the only thing that mattered. The time you spent with your dad out on the water was the only thing that meant the whole world to you. You didn’t care about going to the movies or boys… you cared about spending time with your dad and learning. Knowledge made you feel good, you felt good being about to repeat what was put through your brain. You were in due time to go back to school again.

You were starting 7th grade this year and it was exciting, the middle of Junior High. It was time to start thinking about what you wanted for your future. Your parents didn’t push you too much, but they always put it in your head to start thinking about college. College.

That was years down the road, only the beach mattered. You would only be here for a couple more summers with your parents and then you would have to move away. Leave your baby brother James, leave and become a part of society.

You were fearful, but it wasn’t necessarily bad. You were precautious with what you wanted to do, but you were just a kid and that’s the only thing that mattered.

“Hey, bear. Can you hand your mom and I some more Dr Pepper, and pass me some more bait while you’re at it.” Your dad asks.

You fiddle around in your dads cooler, looking for his bait and getting your parents more soda. You had your journal open and you were studying little film of algae.

“What are you writing about bear cub?” Your mom asks. You hand your dad the soda’s and his bait, hugging him as you rub your little brother's cheek. Your mom was holding him, James was just a couple years old and he was recovering from a temper tantrum. You were always calm with him and tried to help him figure through his emotions.

Being a toddler was tough work, and you always helped your parents with James. Your little brother needed you.

He crawled out of your moms arms, “Sissy,” He tugs at your shirt,” Can I come look at the wawter wif you?”

You tickle his neck and he laughs, “Of course you can James .” You pick him up and set him into your lap, letting him pick up your pen and pencil. You tear out a piece of paper for him, balling it up and letting him throw. He chucks it into the body of water, breaking the algae.

“See James, look at the green and the world beneath you opened. More sunlight, all it took was for you to break it.”

“Wook at the pweety green sissy.” He repeats.

“I know it's so pretty, but you see the fishy? All the little rocks under?” He crawls and you hold him in place at the edge of the boat. He oggles beneath him and you remember how this was his first time getting to see aquatic life. You studied how he watched the earth below him, fastened how he worked.

On the other end of the boat, you could hear your mom and dad start to argue. This had been going on for a while, you didn’t think anything of it and we’re trying to show that you didn’t care. You had to be strong for James, you had to be strong for your parents.

“Jason, that restaurant is gonna kill us, you know that. We have to move from the beach.” Your mom tried to keep down.

“Bryn, no it’s not. We can make it this summer. I don’t know why you always keep this up, I told you I have it all figured out.”

“Jason, stop lying to me. I saw the reports, I saw it all and you’re lying straight to my face.”

“Stop, just stop-”

“Daddy, wook at the fish over here!” James tuts. Your parents flip turn to you, catching that you caught their whole conversation. You give a meek smile, and they try to lighten the mood but you knew this was more than that.

“Bryn, let's just have a good day with the kids, a good summer day.”

“Hello, earth to Bear.” Your dad waves his hand in front of your face. You saw an entrance sign to that lake you were on with your family so many years ago, taking you back to a time you never thought you’d relive again. “I’ve been trying to get your attention.” Your dad says.

“Sorry, just spaced out for a second, what were you trying to say?” You blink, the whole drive you were listening to your dad’s music, trying to fall asleep but you couldn’t.

“James is excited to see you, he misses you a lot.” You hadn’t gotten to see him since last summer, you were kept at college working on your Masters paper. Your last year of school had caught you whole, no time for anything.

James was so much older now, “I feel bad for missing last year, he still plays baseball right?”

“Yeah he’s so excited for you to come to summer games, and he wanted you to come to a team campfire on the beach.”

“I would love to.” You stare out on the road. You missed the beach, you missed the old town.

You had visited for a couple weeks each year during high school, but that was so long ago. Your parents had divorced when you were in middle school, and you were right when you were younger- things weren’t going well.

But the divorce was smooth, your parents remained friends, and you moved in with your mom, and your brother stayed with your dad. That part wasn’t ideal, but each parent was happy. You would always miss the other half of your family but that’s how things worked out in the split. During the last of high school you spent the holidays at the beach with your dad. Your mom came along and you were a family again. They did this for you, a special rarity you would remember for the rest of your life.

But then the start of University, and you never had time to leave so your family had to see you. Your dad and James would hole up near your college to celebrate the end of the year, and after that you’d have visit your mom, she was busy herself, but in a heartbeat you would go see her, even if you had to make the time.

You loved your mom, living with her. Her smile. Your mom was the reason why you were so prosperous in your youth, she pushed you enough, but she always showed you her love.

And on a quiet morning while you were studying, during this past year and your final months of college, you were in your shared apartment with your childhood best friend Lexie and you got the call that your mom died.

She died in the hospital due to a car crash. It was all so sudden, and you really didn’t believe the surgeon over the phone, but finally as you walked into the room, you saw your dead mother clothed and washed. Ready to be buried. James didn’t take it well, but you still had to be strong for him. The funeral was beautiful, with flowers and so many people from your childhood. It was a reunion and you realized how many people cared. A precious life celebrated with love and happiness.

The following days you stayed with your dad and James, not knowing where you belong, what to think, what to believe. All you had to do with them was be yourself, some version of normal.

During that time, that was when your dad asked you if you wanted to move to the beach after you graduated.

“It might be nice bear, you’d get to be with James more, and you wouldn’t have to worry about groceries or rent. You could stay with us as long as you’d like, that Lexie friend could come visit if she’d like. You could work with me, or not. I don’t mind.”

You thought about it, family. Some time to heal.

“I’d like that dad.” You hug.

You still weren’t sure if you had mourned enough, or had taken care of yourself enough but you had to finish college. You had to finish your degree, you had to push yourself. Your mom would have been proud.

Time and time again, Lexie tried to comfort you, and you appreciated it, but you had to be on your own for a while. You told her you were moving in with your dad, told her that she could come visit, and as Lexie would be, she was proud of you.

It was time to move on, it was time to forgive yourself.

And today was the day, leaving with your dad for the summer, or however long you needed to get back on your feet. Passing roads, old farms, signs associated with this beach drive. Finally reaching the little coastal town. The sun was setting, beautiful as could be.

“I don’t know if you remember but the town still does baby turtle ocean thing, it’s going on all summer and people can volunteer to help, if you’d like.”

“Could we- I’d like to go this weekend?”

“I wouldn’t mind that sweet pie, I’ll get James to come this weekend, I remember you both used to watch the turtles so long ago.”

You thought of James' little laugh, his baby toddler giggle looking at the turtles swimming into the water. His youth was so again, so precious to you.

“Over there they’re building a whole new shopping center. I talked to the mayor and he thought it would bring in more people.”

You chuckle, “I guess you beach hoodlums need more retail therapy I suppose.”

“I suppose.” He mumbles, “I miss you kiddo, so much has changed but I’m excited for you to see.”

“I am too, it’ll be a good summer.” That's all you wanted.

Your dad turns into the neighborhood, so many new houses, new cars that you’ve never seen.

“Do the smiths still live here? I remember James played with Isaac all the time.”

“Ah, they moved away a few years ago, the mom got a job more inland but I take James to go visit Isaac sometimes.”

You nod your head, “Anyone new in the neighborhood? Any women maybe?”

“Bear,” He eyes you. You had never seen your dad with another woman, or he had never even mentioned a woman, you weren’t worried but it was time.

“What? I mean there hasn’t been anyone since mom, you can’t rot away for years and not date, you’ll waste your old man potential.” You comment.

“Old man potential.” He repeats. “Nobody wants a crusty man that all he does is fish and run a beach restaurant.”

“Hey… I mean some women may dig that. Who knows.” You smirk, your dad was an acquired taste, your mom did divorce him.

“Yeah, but uh a few families moved in here and there,” He explains, “I don’t know if you remember, but some years ago my buddy from high school, Joel and his younger daughter Sarah moved in next to us. Sometimes his brother Tommy will come around, they’re nice.”

You remember that name.

“The millers?” Of course you remembered them. You babysat Sarah Miller, but you could have never forgotten her father.

“Yeah maybe, you might’ve met them when you were in undergrad.”

“I did, I babysat for Sarah and she helped me with my flash cards, she’s a good kid.” That must’ve been 5 years ago now, you spent so much time focusing on your fucking degree 5 years felt more like 40.

“She is, after that boy Isaac left James took a liking to Sarah.”

You gasp, “James likes a girl!”

Your dad pulls into the driveway, “Shh don’t tell him I told you.”

You imitate zipping your lips. You jump out the car, “Lets get my stuff out later I wanna go into the house.” It was getting dark so you just wanted to bring your backpack in with you.

“Pretty lights dad, so pretty with the water in the back.”

“James loves those, they weave all around to the back deck.” You scope out the outside of the house, it looked like no one was home so walking up the stairs was a hard time. Until you realized there was none.

“Hey uh dad, did you know these are-?”

“Oh! Yeah Joel and Tommy are fixing that, paying them to renovate a little around the house, they have their own contracting brand and I trust Joel with my life. I couldn’t resist.”

The garage opens and you race inside, excited to see James. Feverishly opening the door to the house, “Hey bear cub, wait up!”

Before you open the door you see your dad pull out his phone, and..

“Surprise!”

People everywhere in the kitchen and living room, not many that you recognized but people that must’ve known your dad and brother.

A Welcome Home sign was big and tied across the main wall above the fireplace, fairy lights strung everywhere. Balloons floating about, food in the corner of your eye. The whole house smelled of familiar sweet and savory. The salt musk of the beach lingering.

“You’re home!” James came sprinting to you, causing you to drop your bag. You drop to him squeezing him so hard, you hadn’t seen him really since the funeral.

“You’re so big now! You had to have grown half a foot.” You whisper into his ear, patting down his hair. You didn’t really care if people were watching, or noticing how you were with James, then again you didn’t know any of them, and this was now your home too.

“You saw me a few months ago, I haven’t changed at all.”

“I know, I know.” You kiss his cheek. “Big bad Freshman.” You let off your strong hold, standing up.

“Dad…I didn't know you were throwing a surprise party.” You speak under your breath.

“That’s the point kiddo, a nice welcome home surprise. I wanted you to get to meet some people in the town and neighborhood, but thank James, he decorated it all, took my card and got the food and decorations.”

You pin his head, holding him under your arm.

“This little sucker planned all this.” You chip, looking up at the lights, then to all the smiling people. . “It’s perfect.” You let go, “Thank you everyone, this means a lot you’re all here.” You call out to the group. This was the most people you’ve been around since the funeral, you weren’t worried, but just taken aback, “I was trapped in the car with this fisherman for hours.” You smile at your dad. Everyone laughs, “My little girls back in town, free drinks at the restaurant this weekend.” He throws his fist in the air, an eruption roar swallows the entire room.

“Well I’m not going anywhere, so I’d love to get to meet you all.” You offer, people breaking into conversation, some looking at you, and now the go ahead from James to get food.

“Bear, I have to show you the deck!” James tugs you by the shirt, shoving you away from the living room. You grab onto the sliding glass door, finding more people outside, did pops have to invite the whole damn town?

Taken aback at the scenery, the last sliver of sun spilling onto the oceanfront. Waves crashing onto shore further in the distance. A match made in heaven.

Fairy lights on stakes around the deck, a tiny fire in the middle of the sitting area, warm wood under your feet. None to cause splinters. Your dads fishing gear all propped up. It was the dream house for you three.

“Dad…” You blink, “This is beautiful, when did you get this fixed up? I remember almost putting my foot through the wood…” You pause. “And that dock up there, when did that get put in?”

“That was put out plus all of this shit was fixed because of the Mill-”

“Sarah!” James yells into the living room. You watch her run out to fist bump James, and then run to hug you. She had changed so much, barely able to recognize her.

“Look who we have here.” Two men, vaguely familiar, men that you not only remember because you baby sat one’s beautiful daughter, but these men you remember being very, admittedly attractive.

Dumbstruck filled your body, no words to think. The whole family was beautiful, not having to see them for years was like meeting a family of chiseled romans. Sarah was absolutely beautiful, how was she just a freshman?

Eyes lingering up to Tommy, he had drooping long hair now, but it suited his face. Casual style, he went to shake your dads hand.

Now the man behind Tommy, the man who you remembered, Joel.

Trying not to linger too much, stepping aside with your dad, Joel went up and crushed him with a hug. His eyes opened, looking behind at you. Smiling, not knowing exactly what to say, you observe.

Joel had salt and pepper hair, porn style mustache, and a miscellaneous beard. His jeans fitting tightly around his waist, his arms bulging out of his shirt. Looking around when they all walked in, it got quieter inside and out. You could tell, mostly the women, the older women seemed to follow out near the deck.

“Heard James was the party planner for the whole night, good job buddy.” Tommy praises.

Joel lets go of your dad, “Jason, you didn’t tell us she’d be coming home.” Cheerfully, he looks at you, up and down.

“Yeah she’s living here now, freshly out of college.” He smiles, pulling you in for a side hug.

Looking down trying to think of something, “Thank you guys for coming, honestly Sarah I didn’t know you and James were in the same grade.”

“Oh no we're not.” She slaps his side playfully, “I’m a year older and I get to taunt his freshman ass.”

That makes the whole group laugh, happy to see your brother at least have one friend into high school.

“Tell us again, what did you do in college? Your pops here went on and on about your graduation.” Tommy asks, taking a seat next to James and Sarah.

Finally squeaking up, “I uh… I have a Masters in Ocean engineering, minored in economics focusing on math.”

Joel nods his head, tutting almost in his way of approval, standing on the other side of you now.

“I remember your dad tellin us all about that a few years back, why the interest?” Joel looks at you again, but differently.

Thinking on it, there were so many instances. The beach, boat days with your dad. Just water and animals, the earth.

“Well I guess from a young age, I was fascinated with the science of water life. Making 97% of the world, so many animals we don’t know of and so many that are extinct. It’s honestly all observation and numbers.” You shrug.

“Observation and numbers…” Joel stares at you, not letting go of your eyes.

Back when you would babysit Sarah, Joel would linger in your head for weeks. Watching him and Tommy work in their open garage while you would study wasn’t made for the easy minded.

Growing up either you were never the type to date, too much going on in your life at everypoint and you were focused on school, your friends and family. Dating was in the depths of your mind. But whenever you were with your dad, you remembered that seeing Joel Miller would ignite flames in your body.

No boy your age could fill the void, you fucked around but nothing ever stayed stable. You strayed away from anything serious, because truly you didn’t want anything serious when you were in college.

Joel was older. He was a dad, stable and made a living for himself. Not knowing him deeply was a fault, but something inside you spoke that he was a good man, with no ill intent for this world. There was this coexisting natural instinct being around him, but you were still young. No way in hell would anything ever happen, but you’d like to think in your head he might have thought of you in some sort of way.

In this moment, the passion or even lust you felt for Joel back then flooded through your veins, shaking you whole of your life. Stripping you empty of any amount of pride you had from innocence.

“She’s smarter than her pops, that's for sure.” You grin at him, “You remember in college when you failed that math entrance exam and you had to go to a math class at the high school next door?” Joel teases, him and your dad take seats in rocking chairs, you stay standing.

“Hey we all weren’t gifted like this one and Bryn.” Your dad comments. Bryn.

“How is Bryn by the way?” Tommy asks.

Your head shoots to Tommy, confused.

“You didn’t tell him?” Your dad asks Joel, he shakes his head. James froze and you stayed still, you hadn’t really heard her name in a few weeks.

Joel exchanges between you and your dad, “I didn’t really think to tell him but…” Joel starts.

“Tell me what?” Tommy interjects.

Your dad looks at you, then at Tommy.

“Well uh Tommy you weren’t really around, but Bryn died because of a car crash a couple months ago.”

It’s silent, you adjust your weight to the opposite leg, praying this would pass, this awkwardness of people not knowing what to say. All eyes on you know. The shallow breath sinking in your left ear from Tommy.

“Well I had to get my passion from someone, right?” You stare not at your dad, but the water past him. The last thing you wanted to talk about was your mom.

Everyone agrees, clearing their throats. The simple shared awkwardness swallowing you whole.

“I’m gonna go grab my bags dad, I’ll be back in a little, ‘scuse me.” You turn, “James this really is beautiful.” Pardoning yourself from the little group, you weren't really going to go back to the car, the beach doc was where you were headed.

It was dark enough that no one could see you, and ‘a little’ would be the rest of the night. You loop off the deck, rushing in the shadows of the light so no one could see you. Tears slipping faster than before. You wait a few seconds, then you book it to the doc.

The stars never looked brighter, you made it to the end, and turning around, none of them were looking at you.

Relief flooded through you, no scene was caused and your exit wasn’t as embarrassing as you thought.

You sat at the edge, catching your breath. Today was the most talking, let alone thinking you’ve done in a while. You knew this was going to be hard, coming back to the place you lived at during your childhood, you knew that a part of your life was over and revisiting it with a dead parent living through you was going to fry your heart.

Was there ever a possible way of making out of this alive, ever truly able to live on a forget?

Not properly realizing, but the memory from earlier was your last decently happy one you had with your parents together. More things to be reminded that your mom was no longer with you. How long was her loss going to strip you of pain, eat you whole and never stop?

“Hey,” Immediately you swipe the snot and tears off of your face at the tone of voice, Joel. “Mind if I sit with you?”

Peering up, you nod at him, scooting over on the wood. He sat close, but still with space. He brought a couple beers with him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cause anything, I don’t want my dad to worry.”

“It’s okay, he wanted to check on you, but I thought it was better if someone else came out.” He shrugged.

“Want one?” He holds a beer out for you.

You nod yes, holding out for one.

You knock it open on the wood, taking a swig despite the horrible taste of your dads beer. You were next to Joel Miller.

It was better, with it being Joel. Instantly your body repositions, counting every breath you make. His scent lingered to you, knocking out your nose. He overpowered the sea, trying to place every note and detail about him.

You look back at the house and you could hesitantly see the whole female population looking your way.

“Looks like you’ve got some fans.” You scoff.

“What? Jealous?” He quirks his eyebrows at you.

He knows.

You look down smirking, trying to avoid his perfect fucking face. Another drink.

“I forgot to tell Tommy, he hasn’t been in town lately.”

“Don’t worry, he didn’t know, no ones fault.”

A few beats go by. The waves crashing for your silence.

“I get what it's like, death and grief.”

Slightly you turn to Joel, he’s looking out on the water.

“Sarah's mom died when she was born. I had to be a dad and mourn my wife at the same time.”

You wanted to say something, but you knew from first hand experience words don’t comfort anyone.

“Does it get any easier?” You whisper.

“It does, it’ll take a while but I promise it does.” He looks at you now. “Your dad and Tommy helped me through most of the stuff, but I had to figure out on my own what I wanted my life to look like.”

You blink, “And what if that never happens for me…what if I can’t do things on my own?”

“Don’t worry princess, it will. You’re bright you know? Better than this whole town.”

Your heart skips a beat. Laying down on the wood now, letting your feet dangle off the end, “I remember all those nights you would study, or you couldn’t come to dinner because you were nose deep in a book. That’s passion sweetheart.” He lays down beside you, staring at the stars.

His words were jumbling inside your head.

Your mom, him. Just moving back. He was so close to you now.

Whatever this was, you could almost feel it. Had it been brewing for so long?

But you were still young, and he was way older. It will always stay that way, and he’s your dad’s best friend, neighbor too. You can’t do this. You couldn’t mistake his kindness for comfort.

You close your eyes tight, forcing your tears to not be shown. You didn’t know what you wanted.

His hand brushed your cheek, swiping your tears away.

“It’s okay to cry, don’t close your eyes.” He whispers.

“First day back in town and I’m already crying, of all people being you.” Choking on your words

He scoots closer, his body warmth turning your insides.

Your breath coincides with his and the tears stop.

“I don’t think he would care.”

“Who?” He says.

“Jason.” You confirm.

With that, he brings your forehead to his lips, freezing as his hand wraps in your hair. He says nothing, watching him get up and walk away.

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let me just go to the bathroom real quick

This is a little fic I wrote way back for this and never posted! Original post here.

Bon appetite!

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Cranky Frankie

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader (Mouse!)

Summary: Frankie reacts poorly to a change in his diet.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 2,186

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, swearing, naughty Mouse business, oral (f-receiving), Frankie being hangry, p in the v intercourse (bareback - don't be silly, cover dat willy)

Author's Notes: Thank you to the original Nonnie who prompted this!

Not proofed. Enjoy!

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Frankie winced as he sat back at your kitchen table. He knew he asked for this when you caught him at the drive through yesterday, sabotaging his diet. He didn’t want to admit that when you caught him, it was his second time going through. Today though, you were testing him. Dinner was a small portion of chicken and roasted seasonal vegetables.

Now he was left with a hungry belly, and you eyeing him up from the other side of the table. He knew you knew what this was doing to him.

“You finished your dinner! Good boy.”, you cooed with a wry grin. You knew he hated it when he didn’t get his way, and it was one of the few things that could really get him going – especially when it came to food.

You got up and slowly made your way towards him, then leaned over him and ran your fingers over his chubby, yet empty, tummy. Frankie sucked in a breath as you slid his shirt up and ghosted your fingers around his belly button.

“Poor baby… bet you’re feeling pretty hungry still…”, you purred, one hand pushed into his stomach gently, while the other softly started to finger his belly button.

Frankie’s face hardened and couldn’t take his eyes off you, his hard cock now straining in his pants.

“You hangry, Frankie?... my baby wants to stuff himself silly, huh?”

“Knock that shit off, Princess. Behave.”, his hand trying to reach between your legs.

You shook your head and pushed his hand back, and cooed mockingly as you leaned over him with a menacing grin, “No, honey… you’ve been bad, and you know it… you’re just really cranky because you’re not getting your way… you’re not gonna do shit to me and you’re gonna do what I say…”

Frankie’s eyes went dark, and he grabbed your wrist, pulling your face right to his, and growled, “Oh, you fucking think so, princess?... you think you’re in control?... Nuh-uh, baby… I’m gonna fu-“

“You’re gonna what, cranky-pants? Chase me? I don’t think so, baby.”, you chuckled lowly, pulling your hand from him and stepping back. “You might not have a full belly, Frankie, but I’m faster and by the time you do get moving… I’ll be in the bedroom, door locked, and legs spread, fucking myself with a vibrator.”

“Don’t you dare, princess.”, he growled. When you continued to smile and took a step backwards, he stood up and turned to look at you with an eyebrow raised.

“I’m gonna count to three… you better come back here and make me some more damn food … I mean it.”, he commanded in a dark voice, eyes almost black.

“You still gotta beat me to the bedroom, Frankie… moving too slow for that.”, you smiled and took another step back.

“One.”, he snarled as he stood up right and turned fully to you, knowing something about the whole situation that you were not aware of.

“Poor chubby Frankie… I’d like to see you try.”, you said in a mocking sing-song voice, another step back.

“Two.”, he growled and took a step towards you.

You just smiled, shot him the middle finger, and took another step back.

Frankie’s jaw clenched and he gave you a look that said You really want this, brat?, and then barked, “Three.”

You took off down the hallway to your bedroom, and you saw Frankie enter the hallway as you turned to slam the door. You went to lock it, but the knob was different – there was no lock on this knob. You could hear Frankie lumbering to the door, and you backed up, eyes wide.

“I forgot to tell you that I fixed the sticky knob, princess…”, he laughed ominously. “Had to replace the whole thing and I didn’t get one with a lock.”

Frankie threw the door open, and you fell back onto the bed. He stalked towards you as you crawled up the bed, chest heaving.

“Thought you did something there, didn’t you, princess?”, he growled with a smile, crawling on the bed towards you, and remained on all fours caging you in on your back, his belly pressing down on your stomach.

“You’re being a fucking brat… you know you’re in trouble… don’t you, princess.”, he cooed, nose nuzzling yours as he spoke into your mouth, pressing his belly into you further, rubbing it back and forth.

“Frankie…”, you whimpered, your hands going to his shoulders.

“Not so tough now, are you, brat?”

Your eyes snapped up to his and you smiled; you brought one hand to his arm and pushed his elbow to bend, and he toppled onto his side with an “OOF”. You got up on your knees and pushed Frankie onto his back, then straddled his thighs.

“No, baby… you’re not so tough.”, you laughed, and palmed his cock then leaned down to press open mouth kisses onto his belly.

“Oh fuck…”, Frankie moaned, his hands coming to your hair.

You licked and sucked your way over his belly, feeling him pant and sputter under your mouth. You kissed his belly button, began to fuck it with your tongue; you felt his clothed cock jump under your hand, and he let out a loud whine and turned into a whimpering mess.

“Ohmygod…Mouse… fuck… fuck… please… baby… fuck!”

You sat up and pulled his waistband down, his aching cock popped out and slapped his under belly. You grabbed it and dragged your thumb through the slit.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Frankie. Think your poor, empty belly can handle that?”, you purred, finger slipping under your skirt and into your panties, and fingered yourself to get prepared. You maintained eye contact with Frankie, and added another finger, panting.  You pulled your fingers out and held them to his mouth; he opened and sucked them clean with a moan.

Stood up and pulled took your clothing off and crawled back onto him.

“You gotta be a good boy, baby.”, you said gently as you grabbed one his hands and kissed his palm. You grabbed his other hand and placed both above his head.

You got into position and pushed down on him, and you both exhaled moans. You gave yourself a minute to adjust, then you began to slowly move up and down and Frankie’s lips parted as he watched you.

“Look so fucking, good, Frankie… big tummy… too bad you’re not full, Frankie…”, you panted teasingly, continuing your slow pace.

“Fuck, princess…faster… please… need more…”, he begged in a whimper, bringing one of his hands to your hip, trying to get you to move faster.

You slowed your movement even further and gave him a coy smile.

“No, nonononono…. don’t stop… don’t you dare, Mouse!”, he yelled, trying to rut his hips up into you.

When this didn’t get you moving, he furrowed his brow and grabbed your hips, planted his heels in the bed and pushed himself over, now pinning you under his full weight. He felt so heavy, and you were in heaven, being pressed into the mattress.

“Too fucking slow, princess….”, he grunted, pushing himself off you. “Get on your knees.”

You rolled over quickly, and he pulled your hips to him. “Now I’m gonna fuck you and you not gonna be able to sit properly for a week.”

He pushed his cock into your cunt and began to fuck you hard and fast. His belly slapped your ass each time he thrusted in. You let out gasps and cries, your hands balling the sheets in your fists.

“Such a fucking brat… you could have stayed on top, princess, but you just had to fucking tease me… making me work this hard when you won’t feed me like I want… don’t know if you deserve to come…”, he growled as he plowed into you as hard and fast as he could.

“Please… Frankie, please!”, you cried out, arching your back.

“Now sh-she’s begging… fuck, you’re so-so needy…”, he panted back. “You don’t deserve t-to come…”

You whined loudly and reached underneath you to rub your clit, but Frankie barked, “Don’t you fucking dare!”

You whined and cried out, begging for release as Frankie’s hips sputtered. A few more thrusts and he was spilling into you with grunts. You didn’t come.

You didn’t come.  He didn’t let you.

He pulled out of you and flopped onto the bed next to you with a devilishly satisfied grin saying nothing.

He said nothing to you. He just finished and then… that was it.

You sat up on your knees and glowered at him and he continued to smile at you. He had never denied you an orgasm, and then he had the audacity to say or do nothing. He didn’t let you come all because he wasn’t getting his way. This was not what he should be doing. Regardless of what happened during sex, this was how you both reset and came back to reality.

He reached out his hand to touch yours and you ripped it away, furious.

“Oh, Mouse… come on, baby… don’t be fucking brat… come here.”, he tried to coax you, and started laughing.

The laugh sealed the deal for your anger. All you could do in that moment was try to get off the bed with a huff and head to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

“Hey - what the fuck? Get your ass back here!”, he barked with a wide grin as he grabbed you, pulling you back into bed. “I’m not done with you, princess… not by a long shot.”

He shifted his weight and slid himself to the end of the bed, pulling you along with him. As he moved onto his knees on the floor, he smiled dangerously up at you then down to your pussy, dripping his spend.

“Don’t like to leave my baby hanging, especially with a mess.”, he groaned, licking his lips. “Gotta clean up my mess.”

He pulled you by your hips to his face and drove in, tongue lapping at your hole, nose pushed up against your clit. You let out a yelp that fell into a panting moan.

“ohmygodFrankie!”, you cried out. “yes… please… yes… fuck!”

You involuntarily bucked your hips and started to ride his face. He let you for a moment, then clamped his huge hands around your thighs and held you firm so he could clean you up and devour your core.

But he was being an asshole. He brought you close to coming twice on his tongue, and every time the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, he would back off and kiss the inside of your thigh as you whined and thrashed on the bed.

“Please, Frankie!”, you sobbed. “Please… I need to… don’t… not again!”

“You gonna let me off this diet, princess? Not gonna hold me back? I dole out the teasing and control here, sweetheart, not you… remember?”, his saccharine sweet voice held venom in each word.

“Yes… yes, Frankie…”, you panted, tears on your face.

“You sorry?”, he chuckled, placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh again.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Frankie baby! Please… please let me come… I’ll be good… so good, Frankie… please!”

He laughed again and kissed your oversensitive bud, releasing one of his hands from your hip. He then sucked your clit hard and plunged two fingers into you pussy, forcing a scream from your throat.

He kept the punishing pace and added another finger, and you could feel the pent-up energy coil in your belly, and you whined and cried out as his eyes watched you fall apart again. The buildup was coming to its apex, and you felt the coil snap – your back arched and your eyes rolled back, and all your pretty sounds stopped. In your daze, you could barely hear Frankie moaning as you squirted on his hand, arm, face and chest. Wave after wave crashed through you as he rode you through your orgasm.

“Hey princess… breathe, honey… come back to me…”, he whispered, now laying next to you. Your eyes focused and he smiled at you.

“There you go… hey princess…”, he said softly, placing a kiss on your forehead and wiping the tears from your face. “You okay, baby?”

You sighed and nodded, closing your eyes with a small smile on your face. He pulled you close to him and kissed your temple. You laid in a comfortable silence for a while.

“Mouse, baby?”, he asked quietly.

“Hmmm?”

“You promise no more diets?”, he asked in a smaller voice, almost childlike.

A huge smile broke on your face, and you looked at him; giant, brown, puppy dog eyes looked back at you.

“No more diets. You’re an asshole when you’re on a diet.”, you laughed. “Plus, I like you… chubby.”

You saw his smug grin as he pulled you in for another kiss. Against your mouth he asked, “Chubby, huh? You like your Frankie, chubby? That means you’re gonna go make me some more food, right?”

His tummy made a grumbling sound as you shook your head and laughed.

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pairing: dbf!joel - neighbor!joel x fem!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

summary: after graduating college, an unexpected death causes you to move in with your dad and little brother at the beach. scared and independent but hopeful and curious, you meet your dads best friend- joel miller. eventually summer turns into autumn, and maybe one day you will have realized, you healed.

series warnings: ^NO OUTBREAK^ dom!joel (more fluff than angst, def a healing softer story, but still dbf!joel drama) age difference (reader is 24 joel is 47) smut (each chapter will have more in warning description) beach au, death, anxiety, grief

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