jazzysnazzys

[jazzysnazzys]

🍝Pasta🍝

(2K WC)

Summary: You find Joel’s voice to be a little too attractive while on the phone with him.

AN: HI GUYSS!! I’m finally back !! This took me a while and like always I lost motivation as soon as I started. But it’s out!! I hope you all enjoy!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!! Okay, byeeee!! 🐝🐝🐝

WARNINGS: smut, fem mb, unprotected p in v (wrap it up people), creampie, blowjob, slapping.

MDNI!!

Hot, humid, and excruciatingly sweaty. That’s how it was today. You had just finished making love with the love of your life next to you, Joel. As you both catch your breath, he peels his sticky body off of the covers reluctantly.

“Sorry sweetheart, gotta run some errands. Be back soon, ‘kay?” He stands nexts to you while you lay on the bed, exhausted. Joel’s body is glistening with sweat. He always looks so angelic when he’s basking in his afterglow, you notice. His disheveled curls fell in all different directions, especially because of his bed hair at the moment.

You nod your head and hold his hand for a moment before he lets go and runs a quick shower. Usually, you’d be way too fucked out to move at all. After all, Joel had coerced orgasm after orgasm out of you. But you felt somewhat…empty.

As Joel began to get dressed and ready for the day, you couldn’t help but still want him…need him. He kissed your lips softly before patting your head and leaving to his car. You sunk into the cool covers again when you heard his engine roar to life and slowly fade away.

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You get up off of the ruined sheets and begin to pry them off to wash them. You throw on one of Joel’s shirts that fits snug on your hip. After throwing the sheets to wash, you try and keep yourself busy throughout the day. Anything to keep your mind off of the very prominent throb in your core. Scrubbing the sink, Mopping, Sweeping, and redressing the bed. You were doing everything you could to keep yourself from running to the bed and burying your fingers deep inside yourself. As you scrub the sink for the third time, you hear your ringtone. Turning off the sink, you walk over to see who it could be.

Joel’s icon filled your screen.

It was a photo of you and him from a while back, when you first started dating. You and him had been at a local fair eating cotton candy. You had held your phone out to take a quick photo of you together. As you smiled and snapped the photo, you quickly revised it to see if it was worthy. In the photo, you looked great, the carnival lights hitting you just right and the cotton candy looked fluffy and delicious. Joel? He was mesmerized by you. In the photo, his big brown eyes were on you with a faint smile on his lips. He looked as if you were the most beautiful person ever. And that’s what you were to him.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you remembered you had to answer the phone.

“Sweetheart?” You answer, a little confused as to why Joel is calling.

“Hey, darlin’. Sorry to bother you, but I need to know what kind of pasta you were in the mood for tonight.” Joel’s silky smooth voice replied, his accent making you melt.

Your core was loving his voice.

You silently crawled onto the bed and slipped under the freshly washed covers.

“Darlin’?”

“Oh, yeah. Uhm. Could you list off the pastas you see?” You bite your lip.

Joel goes silent for a moment as he browsed the isle to find the pasta section.

You sneakily slip your hand past your panties and your fingers brush over your swollen bud. You jolt with electricity as you await Joel’s voice.

“So…we got..Penne, Ziti, Rigatoni…”

As Joel began listing off different types of pasta, your fingers were slowly circling your clit, teasing. You bite your lip and hold back a moan.

“U-Uhmm…whats farfalle?” You obviously knew, but wanted to stretch out the conversation as much as possible.

“Farfalle? Baby, we’ve literally eaten it before. You know? The butterfly pasta?”

You dipped a finger inside yourself and bit your lip harder, hiding a moan.

“O-Ohhhh….Yeah. I remember.”

Joel paused for a moment.

You were pumping your finger in and out of yourself, a second one protruding in.

“Baby girl, is everything alrigh’?” He spoke concerned.

Two fingers were now stuffed in your hole, going in and out, slick noises filling the room.

“Y-Yes…everything’s—mmph. Fine.”

Joel furrowed his brow at this.

“T-Tell me about uhhmm…the—the fusilli one..” You practically moaned out. You sped up your pace as he began to explain the pasta type.

“Well, its like the swirly pasta. It’s a little cheaper, if you’d like that one darlin’. But whatever you want.”

You were getting close to your climax.

Your fingers kept hitting that sweet spot inside yourself and your back began to arch.

All of a sudden, a moan slipped through your lips. A loud moan.

“Darlin’?” Joel questioned.

“J-Just keep talking…please…” You begged.

“Woman, are you—?”

“Joel, please!” Your thighs began to tense up, expecting sweet release.

The phone went silent.

You looked at your phone.

That motherfucker.

He hung up on you!

You called and called but he didn’t answer. You were left high and dry.

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Two hours later, you heard the familiar noise of gravel crunching in the driveway.

Joel was home.

You awaited on the couch, your palms clammy.

You were never nervous to see Joel, always jumping into his arms and spoiling him with kisses. But the atmosphere was thick and tense as the key jittered inside the lock for a moment before the door swung open. Joel’s boots thumped on the wood floor. You heard him place grocery bags on the counter before his stride became more meaningful.

He was looking for you.

You spared him the time and got up off the couch, walking towards the sound of his clunking boots.

“Joel? Hi..baby. How did it go?” You nervously smiled as his head craned in your direction.

Almost instantaneously, he grabbed you by your neck and slammed you into the wall. Of course, he was careful enough not to hurt you terribly, but he wanted you to be a puddle for him.

“Joel—“

“Shut the fuck up.” Joel glared at you.

It was embarrassing how wet you were for him at the moment.

“As soon as I leave, you start to fuck yourself huh? You’re never satisfied are you?You brat.” He applied pressure to your neck with his one hand, his other snaking under the hem of his shirt you were wearing. He grabbed your laced panties and tore them to shreds as you let out a whimper. He cupped your sex and his eyes widened for a moment, before his pupils dilated completely.

“Fuckin’ whore…already this wet, huh? Haven’t even touched you.” He tutted.

“Joel, please..”

He shook his head and scoffed.

“You think you’re getting what you want right now, brat? Maybe if you would have waited. But no. You couldn’t even get off the phone. Such a whore for me aren’t you? Now, get on your knees.”

Your eyes widened.

“Joel—“

“Now.” He commanded.

You sunk to your knees as he undid his belt fro m his belt loops. He unzipped and his hard cock bursted out. The tip was swollen, leaking pre-cum. A large vein ran through the length and it looked like it was throbbing. You looked up almost innocently at Joel. He rolled his eyes at you.

All of a sudden, his large hand was pushing your head down to meet his cock. Your lips wrapped around the length, taking him all in, as that was your only option. He bobbed your head back and forth roughly, spit bubbles collecting at the side of your mouth. You were aching for him, bad. You were probably dripping at this point. Muffled moans came out of your mouth as he fucked into it. He didn’t let up for a moment, your vision blurring.

You closed your eyes and tears began to fall. Slowly and silently, you decided to slip your hand to your bud, desperate for any form of pleasure. You were barely able to touch your clit when Joel smacked your face roughly.

He tutted again.

“Oh no baby. You’re not getting a lick of pleasure unless I say so. Now be a good girl and let me use that mouth.” Joel smirked.

Joel continued to ram his length into your mouth at an unruly pace. You were gagging on his thick cock, unable to even think anymore. Finally, once Joel seemed satisfied, he spoke.

“Bedroom, now.”

You quickly stumbled off of your knees and shuffled to the bedroom, Joel guiding you with his hand on your lower back.

Once you both got in the bedroom, he slammed the door shut and turned to look at you.

He gave you a glare and you knew what je wanted for you to do. Immediately you started to shed off your clothing. You hurriedly took off your shirt and bra.

“So fuckin’ needy, aren’t ya.” Joel scoffed.

You ached for him, desperate for any form of release. Joel pushed you onto the bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows. For a moment, he caressed your face. He looked at you with caring eyes for a split second, before they filled with lust.

He pumped his hard cock in a closed fist, letting you watch.

You needed him inside you, now.

“Joel…I need you.”

“I don’t think so, babygirl.” Joel smirked as he continued to rut into his hand.

“Joel—“

“Beg.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You’re not getting an inch of my cock unless you beg.”

You blinked for a moment before deciding to comply.

“Please, Joel.”

He gave you a harsh slap.

“I asked you to beg, stupid girl. Not use your goddamn manners.”

“I need you, Joel. God, please. Please fill me up!” You whimpered, your clit throbbing.

“Good girl.” He lined up his length between your folds. He gathered the slick that was in your hole. Then, without warning, he rams into you. He sets an unruly pace from the start, the sound of skin slapping echoing in your room.

Your mind is foggy and dizzy. You’re barely thinking. Your mind is just consumed with him. Joel, Joel, Joel, Joel. Your moans come out broken, tears streaming down your face.

“Jesus, I’m fuckin’ you dumb huh?”

His name came out of your mouth like a prayer as he railed into you.

Your climax was coming fast and Joel could tell by the way your cunt clenched around him. He squished your cheeks in his hand, forcing you to focus on him.

“I don’t think so baby, you know the rules.” Joel rammed into you as you tried to speak through your moans.

“Joel!! Please, God let me cum!!” You spoke in between slurries of moans.

Joel thrusted into you a couple more times before they came sloppy. He let out a few whimpers before speaking again.

“S’alright baby, cum for me.”

Immediately, your cunt fluttered and your back arched, the room filling with his name.

Not long after, his groaned while spilling into you. You felt his softening cock still inside of you as it throbbed semen into you.

He pulled out, collapsing on the bed next to you. It was silent, besides the sound of the two of you catching your breaths.

“Fettuccine.” Joel breathed out.

“What?”

“I bought fettuccine.”

[jazzysnazzys]

🍝Pasta🍝

(2K WC)

Summary: You find Joel’s voice to be a little too attractive while on the phone with him.

AN: HI GUYSS!! I’m finally back !! This took me a while and like always I lost motivation as soon as I started. But it’s out!! I hope you all enjoy!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!! Okay, byeeee!! 🐝🐝🐝

WARNINGS: smut, fem mb, unprotected p in v (wrap it up people), creampie, blowjob, slapping.

MDNI!!

Hot, humid, and excruciatingly sweaty. That’s how it was today. You had just finished making love with the love of your life next to you, Joel. As you both catch your breath, he peels his sticky body off of the covers reluctantly.

“Sorry sweetheart, gotta run some errands. Be back soon, ‘kay?” He stands nexts to you while you lay on the bed, exhausted. Joel’s body is glistening with sweat. He always looks so angelic when he’s basking in his afterglow, you notice. His disheveled curls fell in all different directions, especially because of his bed hair at the moment.

You nod your head and hold his hand for a moment before he lets go and runs a quick shower. Usually, you’d be way too fucked out to move at all. After all, Joel had coerced orgasm after orgasm out of you. But you felt somewhat…empty.

As Joel began to get dressed and ready for the day, you couldn’t help but still want him…need him. He kissed your lips softly before patting your head and leaving to his car. You sunk into the cool covers again when you heard his engine roar to life and slowly fade away.

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You get up off of the ruined sheets and begin to pry them off to wash them. You throw on one of Joel’s shirts that fits snug on your hip. After throwing the sheets to wash, you try and keep yourself busy throughout the day. Anything to keep your mind off of the very prominent throb in your core. Scrubbing the sink, Mopping, Sweeping, and redressing the bed. You were doing everything you could to keep yourself from running to the bed and burying your fingers deep inside yourself. As you scrub the sink for the third time, you hear your ringtone. Turning off the sink, you walk over to see who it could be.

Joel’s icon filled your screen.

It was a photo of you and him from a while back, when you first started dating. You and him had been at a local fair eating cotton candy. You had held your phone out to take a quick photo of you together. As you smiled and snapped the photo, you quickly revised it to see if it was worthy. In the photo, you looked great, the carnival lights hitting you just right and the cotton candy looked fluffy and delicious. Joel? He was mesmerized by you. In the photo, his big brown eyes were on you with a faint smile on his lips. He looked as if you were the most beautiful person ever. And that’s what you were to him.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you remembered you had to answer the phone.

“Sweetheart?” You answer, a little confused as to why Joel is calling.

“Hey, darlin’. Sorry to bother you, but I need to know what kind of pasta you were in the mood for tonight.” Joel’s silky smooth voice replied, his accent making you melt.

Your core was loving his voice.

You silently crawled onto the bed and slipped under the freshly washed covers.

“Darlin’?”

“Oh, yeah. Uhm. Could you list off the pastas you see?” You bite your lip.

Joel goes silent for a moment as he browsed the isle to find the pasta section.

You sneakily slip your hand past your panties and your fingers brush over your swollen bud. You jolt with electricity as you await Joel’s voice.

“So…we got..Penne, Ziti, Rigatoni…”

As Joel began listing off different types of pasta, your fingers were slowly circling your clit, teasing. You bite your lip and hold back a moan.

“U-Uhmm…whats farfalle?” You obviously knew, but wanted to stretch out the conversation as much as possible.

“Farfalle? Baby, we’ve literally eaten it before. You know? The butterfly pasta?”

You dipped a finger inside yourself and bit your lip harder, hiding a moan.

“O-Ohhhh….Yeah. I remember.”

Joel paused for a moment.

You were pumping your finger in and out of yourself, a second one protruding in.

“Baby girl, is everything alrigh’?” He spoke concerned.

Two fingers were now stuffed in your hole, going in and out, slick noises filling the room.

“Y-Yes…everything’s—mmph. Fine.”

Joel furrowed his brow at this.

“T-Tell me about uhhmm…the—the fusilli one..” You practically moaned out. You sped up your pace as he began to explain the pasta type.

“Well, its like the swirly pasta. It’s a little cheaper, if you’d like that one darlin’. But whatever you want.”

You were getting close to your climax.

Your fingers kept hitting that sweet spot inside yourself and your back began to arch.

All of a sudden, a moan slipped through your lips. A loud moan.

“Darlin’?” Joel questioned.

“J-Just keep talking…please…” You begged.

“Woman, are you—?”

“Joel, please!” Your thighs began to tense up, expecting sweet release.

The phone went silent.

You looked at your phone.

That motherfucker.

He hung up on you!

You called and called but he didn’t answer. You were left high and dry.

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Two hours later, you heard the familiar noise of gravel crunching in the driveway.

Joel was home.

You awaited on the couch, your palms clammy.

You were never nervous to see Joel, always jumping into his arms and spoiling him with kisses. But the atmosphere was thick and tense as the key jittered inside the lock for a moment before the door swung open. Joel’s boots thumped on the wood floor. You heard him place grocery bags on the counter before his stride became more meaningful.

He was looking for you.

You spared him the time and got up off the couch, walking towards the sound of his clunking boots.

“Joel? Hi..baby. How did it go?” You nervously smiled as his head craned in your direction.

Almost instantaneously, he grabbed you by your neck and slammed you into the wall. Of course, he was careful enough not to hurt you terribly, but he wanted you to be a puddle for him.

“Joel—“

“Shut the fuck up.” Joel glared at you.

It was embarrassing how wet you were for him at the moment.

“As soon as I leave, you start to fuck yourself huh? You’re never satisfied are you?You brat.” He applied pressure to your neck with his one hand, his other snaking under the hem of his shirt you were wearing. He grabbed your laced panties and tore them to shreds as you let out a whimper. He cupped your sex and his eyes widened for a moment, before his pupils dilated completely.

“Fuckin’ whore…already this wet, huh? Haven’t even touched you.” He tutted.

“Joel, please..”

He shook his head and scoffed.

“You think you’re getting what you want right now, brat? Maybe if you would have waited. But no. You couldn’t even get off the phone. Such a whore for me aren’t you? Now, get on your knees.”

Your eyes widened.

“Joel—“

“Now.” He commanded.

You sunk to your knees as he undid his belt fro m his belt loops. He unzipped and his hard cock bursted out. The tip was swollen, leaking pre-cum. A large vein ran through the length and it looked like it was throbbing. You looked up almost innocently at Joel. He rolled his eyes at you.

All of a sudden, his large hand was pushing your head down to meet his cock. Your lips wrapped around the length, taking him all in, as that was your only option. He bobbed your head back and forth roughly, spit bubbles collecting at the side of your mouth. You were aching for him, bad. You were probably dripping at this point. Muffled moans came out of your mouth as he fucked into it. He didn’t let up for a moment, your vision blurring.

You closed your eyes and tears began to fall. Slowly and silently, you decided to slip your hand to your bud, desperate for any form of pleasure. You were barely able to touch your clit when Joel smacked your face roughly.

He tutted again.

“Oh no baby. You’re not getting a lick of pleasure unless I say so. Now be a good girl and let me use that mouth.” Joel smirked.

Joel continued to ram his length into your mouth at an unruly pace. You were gagging on his thick cock, unable to even think anymore. Finally, once Joel seemed satisfied, he spoke.

“Bedroom, now.”

You quickly stumbled off of your knees and shuffled to the bedroom, Joel guiding you with his hand on your lower back.

Once you both got in the bedroom, he slammed the door shut and turned to look at you.

He gave you a glare and you knew what je wanted for you to do. Immediately you started to shed off your clothing. You hurriedly took off your shirt and bra.

“So fuckin’ needy, aren’t ya.” Joel scoffed.

You ached for him, desperate for any form of release. Joel pushed you onto the bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows. For a moment, he caressed your face. He looked at you with caring eyes for a split second, before they filled with lust.

He pumped his hard cock in a closed fist, letting you watch.

You needed him inside you, now.

“Joel…I need you.”

“I don’t think so, babygirl.” Joel smirked as he continued to rut into his hand.

“Joel—“

“Beg.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You’re not getting an inch of my cock unless you beg.”

You blinked for a moment before deciding to comply.

“Please, Joel.”

He gave you a harsh slap.

“I asked you to beg, stupid girl. Not use your goddamn manners.”

“I need you, Joel. God, please. Please fill me up!” You whimpered, your clit throbbing.

“Good girl.” He lined up his length between your folds. He gathered the slick that was in your hole. Then, without warning, he rams into you. He sets an unruly pace from the start, the sound of skin slapping echoing in your room.

Your mind is foggy and dizzy. You’re barely thinking. Your mind is just consumed with him. Joel, Joel, Joel, Joel. Your moans come out broken, tears streaming down your face.

“Jesus, I’m fuckin’ you dumb huh?”

His name came out of your mouth like a prayer as he railed into you.

Your climax was coming fast and Joel could tell by the way your cunt clenched around him. He squished your cheeks in his hand, forcing you to focus on him.

“I don’t think so baby, you know the rules.” Joel rammed into you as you tried to speak through your moans.

“Joel!! Please, God let me cum!!” You spoke in between slurries of moans.

Joel thrusted into you a couple more times before they came sloppy. He let out a few whimpers before speaking again.

“S’alright baby, cum for me.”

Immediately, your cunt fluttered and your back arched, the room filling with his name.

Not long after, his groaned while spilling into you. You felt his softening cock still inside of you as it throbbed semen into you.

He pulled out, collapsing on the bed next to you. It was silent, besides the sound of the two of you catching your breaths.

“Fettuccine.” Joel breathed out.

“What?”

“I bought fettuccine.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us #joel miller smut

[jazzysnazzys]

okay okay, oneshot update

worked on it so defo coming out VERY soon

sorry for lying last time i had like two words down but THATS A WIP TO ME 😖

[jazzysnazzys]

new one shot coming sooonnn 😋

(hoping to get it done by this weekend, maybe sooner?)

sorry for the lack of posts, motivation has been low 😗😗😗

please please pleeeaaase send anything youd like to see on my page !!

any of pedros characters honestly

besides oberyn bc i havent seen it and dont plan to 😞

[jazzysnazzys]

blue collar man

4.1k /  joel miller x f!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Joel is up to his ears with his contracting business. Tired and sore, he comes home to learn you’ve made the rest of the night all about him. 

Warnings/Information/Heads-Up: Fluff, mentions of sex (but no actual sex), mentioned age difference, fluffy fluff fluff because blue collar man Joel Miller deserves it! He’s running a biz-ness! 

A/N: based on this lovely request! I hope I could bring your request to life, I breezed through it so fast because I love him, he’s baby.  I also want to dedicate this to @strang3lov3 for putting the koi in koi fish lol

“Thank you for today.” He murmured into the pillow. You barely hear it, but even if you didn’t, you feel it in the way he holds your hand and keeps your arm settled around him.  “Thank you for everything you do, Joel.” You whispered back, your forehead on the top slope of his back as you take in the smell of his body wash combined with the lotion, his body falling slumped in your protective hold. 

Joel had found a lot of success with Miller Contracting over the summer months. Business was booming and his early mornings until late nights were dedicated to working on multiple projects to get things done on time for his clients. Joel worked on referrals mostly, so when he finished a client’s remodeled hill country home in late winter, the client had raved over Joel’s professionalism and hard work to their friends and now he had a list of upcoming projects. 

Truthfully, you didn’t know much about contractors until you started dating Joel. You quickly began to understand the vastness of his duties. One day he could be working on home renovation projects where he was doing demolition like removing the walls or floors, electrical and plumbing work, flooring installation, even down to the last coat of paint. 

Other opportunities were commercial like on a small office building downtown where he did site preparation, set the foundation, worked on the beams and columns, all the way up to finishing the roof. Whatever he couldn’t do himself that was a bit more specialized, he hired subcontractors to work on like heating, ventilation, and air conditioning. 

What he hated the most was landscaping projects. He’d have to do the design layout of a large backyard garden and plant trees and flowers or work on seeding grass if it was a particularly hot Texas summer. Then he would add irrigation systems like sprinklers, pathways for people to walk on, pergolas for outdoor hosting, finishing it off with pretty and unique outdoor light fixtures. God forbid the client wanted a pond. 

“Do you know how annoying koi fish are? They just… stare at ya while you’re tryin’ to work.”

You had grown to love the handy man that Joel was. Before you were moved in to his place, your shitty little apartment needed so much love that your asshole landlord never took the time to come and fix. But Joel would. That was his form of romance. He didn’t bring you flowers or chocolates on the first dates. Joel was replacing your leaky shower head and tightening your jiggly door knobs. He also managed to match the paint color on your walls so he could cover up the scrapes he made after he railed you into your mattress so hard that the frame made a few chips. 

You were so happy to see his business getting the high recognition it deserved, however, Joel was taking quite the beating from it. You could tell by the way he slinked back into the house at the end of the night, his frame hunched over and walking with a slight limp. 

He was sore, muscles aching and knees screaming at him. His joints were swollen by the end of the day and his sweaty, sticky skin ached for a refreshing shower. 

The hardest part was always trying to shut off his mind when he got home. He was already thinking about the next day. What didn’t get done on time, what shipments of supplies were expected, how the delays would set the project back. He needed a break. 

“Can’t take time off right now, baby. I’ve got deadlines to meet.”

There was this one specific project that was giving him hell. He called it the Astor because it was on Astor street. Every night this week he had come home beyond late because of the problems with the Astor. First it was that the project was exceeding the client’s budget, so they were giving him grief about that. Then it was labor shortage stuff, not being able to get people out there which then in turn caused timeline delays. With the client out of the country most of the time, Joel was receiving little to no communication from the owner. He was fighting permit and regulatory issues with the city, every day it was something new that caused a headache behind his eyes. 

His dedication was admirable, but you knew that him being so physically and mentally clouded wasn’t good for him or for Miller Contracting. 

You didn’t know shit about contracting, but you did know Joel. 

You had texted him earlier in the day to drop whatever he was working on no later than 5 o’clock in the evening. You never did that, never told him to leave work early. But the last thing he wanted was for him to come home and have you upset with him. That was worse than any project issue. 

Tonight would be about Joel. Anything you could do to make the stress melt away, you would try. 

Joel pushed open the front door once home, a heavy sigh leaving him as he closed the door back in place and set his lunch box and keys down on the entry table. 

“Joel?” Your voice echoed from the kitchen. 

“Hi, baby.” His voice was low from the lack of energy.

Joel slowly moved down on one knee, a heavy breath exiting through clench teeth as his kneecaps throbbed while he untied one boot, then the other. They were covered in dust even down to the creases, steel toe covers making his feet sore. 

“Hey, how was your day?” You asked as you grabbed a dish towel to wipe your hands with before tossing it on the counter, greeting him halfway as he made his way through the living room. 

You were up on your tippy toes for a kiss, not wanting him to have to bend over and exert himself. He hated when you treated him like an old man, but with this job, you always teased him that it was coming sooner rather than later. 

He kept his hands to himself, knowing they were a bit greasy and sweaty. His overgrown beard hairs tickled your face as you peppered him with a few extra kisses, one of his eyebrows playfully raising. 

“Was fine. Did you see what I texted you?” He asked as he looked down at you, watching as your fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt, helping lift it off his head. 

“Mhm. The HVAC guys didn’t show up until noon even though you scheduled them for nine in the morning. Did you see I texted you back? Five hours ago.” Your teasing tone made him crack a smile. 

Joel was bad at texting. Typical guy thing, typical older guy thing. He said he wouldn’t even have a phone if it wasn’t for work and if Sarah didn’t insist on how texting was the new way of communication. Even though you texted him ten minutes after his initial one, his phone was already back in his pocket and he had long forgotten about your conversation as he returned to his work day. 

His response came out in a chortle, a heavy breath through his nose since he was too tired to chuckle. 

“Sorry, baby. Just wanted to complain, I guess.” He said as he watched you fiddle with his Miller Contracting shirt that had a worn in hole by the neckline. He went to reach for it, wanting to toss it into the dirty clothes bin, but you were quick to hold it to your chest. 

“I’ve got it.” You said as you went to give him a soft kiss to the open plane of his chest, smiling at the salt and pepper chest hair he was sporting. It looked so good on him. You walked off to the bedroom and did it yourself, grabbing him a fresh shirt for the rest of the evening, a pair of boxers, and his worn dark plaid pajama pants he liked. 

Joel’s curiosity had gotten the better of him. A heavenly smell was drawing him into the kitchen, his eyes lighting up at the sight before him. You had green beans in a frying pan and a gravy softly bubbling in a sauce pan. Then in a skillet was the most perfect looking chicken fried steak, the coating coming to the perfect crisp. He pulled the oven handle open just an inch to see golden biscuits rising. 

“I put clean clothes on the counter in the bathroom, go shower, handsome.” You said before returning to the kitchen, frowning as he found his dinner before you had a chance to plate it. 

“Joel.” You playfully scolded, pinching at his hip. “You’re ruining your own surprise.” You teased as you shooed him out of the kitchen, hearing an audible grumble in his stomach. It made you sport a proud grin. It was his favorite meal, said it reminded him of his mom’s cooking growing up with Tommy. 

“I’m making mashed potatoes, too.” You said as you drained the water the potatoes were soaking in, putting them in a new bowl and getting out some milk and butter. 

“You’re makin’ me hungry.” He hummed with a small, tired smile as his hands came up loosely on your hips. 

His hands on you instantly made you grin, gently shaking your head at him as his head came to rest by your own. 

“You’re distractin’ me.” His low voice carrying the weight of his day. 

“No, you’re distracting me.” You made clear as your elbow playfully dug into the core of his stomach. 

“Go shower, please. You smell like drywall dust… and paint.” 

He rolled his eyes with his smile still lingering. 

“Yeah, okay. Thank you.” He said as his lips dropped down to place a sweet kiss of sincerity at the base of your neck, a shiver rolling up you as you let out a huff and returned your focus to your five-star meal. 

You heard the water hit against the shower wall and his small radio crackled to life, finalizing the last touches to Joel’s favorite dinner. 

Joel came back to the living room in the clothes you had set out for him, his hair slicked back wet from his shower. God, he looked so good. 

“Here.” You handed him his plate, seeing his lips part in excitement. His stomach let out an audible rumble. He probably didn’t have a spare minute to eat his lunch today, poor thing. 

The two of you settled on the couch, Joel expecting you to turn on one of your shows since a new episode came out today. 

“Do you uhm.. Maybe wanna watch one of those movies where they’re flying the jet planes? You said you wanted to show me it a while ago.” You offered, glancing over to see him already inhaling his food with the fork scraping across the plate to not let a single bit of gravy escape him. But your offer made him pause. 

“You wanna watch Top Gun? You hate Tom Cruise.”

“Well, yeah, he seems kind of like a douchebag, but it’s okay.” His eyes narrowed on you as he thought about your offer but ultimately shook his head, shrugged, and kept eating. 

“‘t’s fine, you can put somethin’ on.” He said as he stabbed a green bean, smeared some mashed potatoes on it before putting it past his lips. 

You took a deep breath and issued him the remote control. 

“You pick something tonight, honey. It’s your night.” 

That caught Joel’s attention. His head whipped a little to fast towards you, his thick eyebrows furling at the concept. 

“‘t’s not my night. It’s a Thursday.” 

The look you gave him set him straight. 

“Okay, okay.. It’s my night.” He declared in playful defense, taking in a deep breath through his nose and opted for some old Western show he liked. You didn’t care much for it, but Joel did. 

Once you two finished dinner, plates stacked on the coffee table and discarded, your head was on his shoudler and your hand ran slow, soothing circles over his chest. You could feel him breathing deeply, relaxing with you. 

You asked him questions about the main characters, showing genuine interest. Even going as far as to add a dramatic gasp when a shot was fired from a cowboy’s revolver which made him let out a hearty laugh. 

“You’re so full of it.” 

He was talking with a huge grin, you could hear it in how he spoke, and it warmed your heart. 

Towards the end of your night, your hands were in yellow dish gloves as you washed your plates from dinner, sliding the clean ones between the dividers of your drying rack. 

Joel slipped his strong arms low around your waist, his burly shoulders pressing into your own as you nearly toppled over with his presence

“Thanks for dinner tonight. Hit the spot.” He said as he kissed your cheek then on a spot where your jawline met your neck, right by your ear. His beard hairs tickled. You could feel that they were freshly trimmed now, he probably felt a lot better.  

“Night’s not over yet.” You hummed, a playful smile on your lips that he was quick to take notice of. 

“Oh?” His voice dropped an octave, rolling your eyes a bit as you dug your elbow into his stomach for the second time tonight to put some space between you. 

“Okay, cowboy. Relax. How about you go to the bedroom and take your shirt off. I’ll be there in a sec.” Your choice of words were still leading him in a different direction, you almost felt bad. But it was funny watching him get worked up. 

After finishing the dishes and blowing out the eucalyptus scented candles, you peaked into your bedroom. Joel was still cautiously removing his shirt, moving slow as to not disturb his aching muscles. You hated seeing him come home every night like this, as if his body had just been in a fight and taken a brutal beating.

Joel undid the clasp of his watch, the band and watch face dirty and making digging a  bruise into his wrist, but it told the time. He felt better after his shower, having made it a steamy one to relax the stinging in his upper neck and shoulders as well as his lower back. 

His belly was good and full, happy to have something homemade rather than a quick pizza in the oven or just a cold bottle of beer before bed.  

You were taking care of him tonight. Not that you didn’t every other night. He was actually giving you the time to take proper care of him. It felt off at first, taking on all the attention he usually reserved for you after long days. But maybe it’s what he needed. 

His head turned as he felt a warm pair of arms circle just above his plaid pajama pants, your soft fingers undoing the knot he had tied in the front of them. 

“I would’a taken my pants off for ya if you’d just ask.” His tone taunting, stepping out of the soft material before spinning in your arms and attempting to scoop you into him. 

“Lay back, goofball.” You said with that gleaming smile of yours. Made his stomach twist. Whatever you had planned, you obviously wanted the lead on. 

He did as instructed, happily falling into the comfort of the mattress with ease. 

“Close your eyes, please.” Your voice was sweet like honey. He’d follow it into the shadows, into hell, more likely into heaven since it’s where Joel thought you belonged. 

He could already fall asleep, though it was no later than eight. He felt the bed dip first at his legs, your body shifting up to sit by his hip. His hand naturally felt out for you, his warm palm holding you at the curve of your lower back. 

When Joel was given the okay to open his eyes again, he was surprised to see a few candles lit around the room, the golden glow adding a bit of ambiance. 

He watched as you squirted a few pumps of a lotion in your hands, circling it up in your palms to make it a little warm before you started to lather it into his calves. 

The sensation made his breath hitch. You were giving him a massage? He sat up on his elbows and watched the white-ish cream get all wrapped up in his dark leg hair. 

“Darlin’-”

“Shh.”

He tightened his lips, feeling a bit futile all of a sudden. There was a pause before he spoke again. 

“Don’t have to do this for me.” He insisted, his eyes on yours, but you were focused on adding subtle pressure to his calf muscles. 

“Know I don’t have to. I want to. Lay back down.” 

You wanted to. You wanted to take time out of your evening and bathe him in attention. You had cooked one of his favorite meals, and to perfection he might add. You also let him watch a show he wanted to watch, something he knew you didn’t have a taste for. But you were intrigued anyway, to show you cared. 

He was so comfortable and at ease, the problems of today didn’t seem to matter much anymore when you were here to greet him so lovingly. 

Your fingers kneaded gently into his skin, Joel’s eyes dipping closed as he began to sink deeper into the mattress. Of course he couldn’t just do nothing. He had his warm palm splayed on your back where the shirt you were wearing was riding up a little bit. You smiled at the gesture. No matter how much effort you tried to dedicate to Joel, he was still showing his care even when he was dead exhausted. 

You worked the lotion up into his thighs, the slight tug on his hairs making his face crinkle a little. You dared not to get too high, again, not to give him the wrong idea of where the massage was heading. It was okay to be just attentive to his needs for tonight. You could relax him in other more sensual ways another time. He needed something a little deeper.

You leaned down and peppered sweet kisses up his torso and over those salt and pepper chest hairs you admire so much, stopping just at his lips with a small smile. 

“So handsome.” You praised in a whisper, kissing him with a grin on your lips.

He hummed softly and moved his hand to gently cup the back of your head, keeping your kind presence in his proximity just a moment longer. 

“I’m getting too old for you.” He whispered back in a teasing tone, making you bubble up a laugh in your shared space. 

“You’ve always been too old for me.” Your thumb gently glided over his chin and admired a small white patch just at the base where his neck sloped down. “But I’ve never minded. Because you’re a good man. A hard working, blue collar man. It’s very sexy.” You teased with a smile, happy to see one blossom on his lips as well. 

“Thanks for treatin’ me so good tonight. This week’s been…” he let the sentence die before shaking his head. 

“I know, Joel.” You said with a small nod before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips again before sitting up straight. 

“Wanna roll over and I’ll do your shoulders?” 

He let out a breathless laugh as he looked up at you. “Please.” Like you had to ask. 

He wasn’t used to this sort of treatment, but boy, maybe he should start asking for it. 

Joel moved to lay on his belly, letting out a short groan in the process that made your chest flutter. 

You let out a short huff before you straddled his back, topping yourself right on his butt after getting a short groan from Joel for being on his tailbone. 

More lotion was squirted into your hands before you started to apply it across the landscape of his back. 

“We should do a skincare night.” You said, feeling his body shudder at the cold lotion. 

“Uh what?” Joel’s voice muffled against the comforter, his head to one side so he could see you just out of his peripheral.

“You know what skincare is, you see me do it every night.” 

“I don’t know what the he-ll you’re talkin’ ‘bout.” He said, his words stuttering as you pushed particularly harder in his lower back. Jeez, it was knot after knot under your fingertips. 

“Ugh, Joel!” You whined as your motions paused. 

Joel had a habit of doing this. Declaring he had no idea what it was that you were talking about, making you tirelessly explain for several minutes, before he goes ‘Oh, why didn’t you just say that? I know what that is.” It made you roll your eyes each and every time. 

“You’re handsome, but you don’t listen.” You hummed out before cupping your hands at his shoulders and doing circles with good pressure, your upper body weight being put into his stern muscles. 

“All I heard you say is that I’m handsome.” He moaned into the sheets, a blush creeping on your cheeks at his comment, but also his heavenly moan. 

“It’s.. where you apply skincare to your face. You know, using a cleanser, applying an exfoliator, moisturizer..”

This was when Joel started muffling random nonsense into the sheets and you playfully pushed into his crying shoulders harder until he let out another long groan of discomfort. 

“Okay, okay, I know what you’re talkin’ about. Skincare. I don’t need it.” 

You tutted, shaking your head as you held in a laugh. 

“Everyone needs it. Every. One.” You said as you leaned down and kissed the back of his head where his curls were starting to form. 

“Especially you, Joel! Your pores are so big, you’ve got dust and dirt getting all in there. And it’s been so hot outside, your skin’s drying up. Gotta take care of your skin baby.”

“Why? So I’ll look young agian?” He teased as he reached a hand back and squeezed your hip as well as he could from his position. 

“Because it’s good for you. Makes me feel good after a really long day.”

You could feel his eyes on you, a throat hum leaving his lips. “Thought I made you feel good after a really long day.” 

A huff left your lips as you were back to doing circles into his shoulder with your thumbs. “Shut up.”

The last of the lotion had sunk into his skin, the massage hopefully healing more than just his dry skin. 

Night’s like this with Joel were rare, but exceptionally special. He had energy to talk to you about everything under the sun, something you didn’t expect to transpire with your age difference at first. You discussed your mutual plans for the weekend, a barbeque at Tommy’s house. Joel was insisting on you wearing your new bikini, green to match his beautiful eyes. He could be such a horn dog. 

He wanted to stay up as long as he could, but the long day he endured couldn’t help but put weight on his eyelids. His words turned to mumbles, his arms snaking around your waist in his silent gesture to fall asleep with you. 

You shook your head with a small, tired smile, your hands planting themselves on his forearms to put a stop to his motions.

“Turn around.” You whispered, the notion making his tired eyes pop open with a “huh?” leaving his parted lips. 

“You heard me, old man. Turn around.” You said as your hand roamed over his warm hip. 

Joel assumed you didn’t want to cuddle tonight, maybe he was too warm for your taste despite the fan running above the both of you. 

Joell’s chest tightened as he felt your warm body return right behind him, a bashful grin on his face. 

“Are you tryna big spoon me?” His southern accent was dripping heavier than usual with the tiredness stringed in it. 

The question erupted a giggle from you, Joel feeling you kiss over his taut shoulder blade. 

“I don’t know how well I can big spoon you.. You’re so long.” Your arm tightened around Joel’s waist anway, his big hand finding yours as your fingers interlocked. He felt grateful in this moment, albeit a bit shy about the position. He was used to being the big spoon, it was different for him to be on the receiving end. But it was warm and settling, he couldn’t deny that. 

“So I’m uh.. I’m like the ladle to your big spoon?” Joel asked. He could feel your grin on his back, your legs tangling with his own. 

“Yes… you’re the ladle, but even the ladle needs a big spoon.” Joel’s blinks slowed until his eyes were closed, heavy with sleep. 

“Thank you for today.” He murmured into the pillow. You barely hear it, but even if you didn’t, you feel it in the way he holds your hand and keeps your arm settled around him. 

“Thank you for everything you do, Joel.” You whispered back, your forehead on the top slope of his back as you take in the smell of his body wash combined with the lotion, his body falling slumped in your protective hold. —————- Taglist: @jrrmint @gracieispunk @macfrog @strang3lov3 @notjustjavierpena @bastardmandennis @joelslegalwhre @brittmb115 @casa-boiardi

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THIS IS SO GOOD UGH I LOVE THIS SERIES

bae i CANNOT get sugar daddy Joel out of my mind

now my standards are above heaven itself 🙏🏽

TAKE CARE OF YOU [8A]

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)

Chapter Word Count: 12,502

Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?

[a/n: part one of two! hope you enjoy, if you do let me know your fav part 😘]

Chapter Specific Warning: mentions of attempted sexual assault (not reader), mild violence, mentions of past significant violence, gambling

08: I KNOW HOW TO HANDLE TROUBLE

"the right person for you will be protective of your heart like it's second nature to them." -bliss

The Wynn resort in Las Vegas was a curved bronze hotel right on the strip. The hot Nevada sun seemed to make the building glow, and it only got prettier once you stepped inside. The entire space had glassy, marble floors decorated with splashes of color. Gardens sat inside with trees wrapped in lights and figures of flowers stood out. The atrium itself had spheres of flowers hanging from the trees and you found yourself in awe of the space. Joel had been right. You really liked this place. 

“Sugar.” You turned at Joel’s voice, tearing your eyes away from the view, and when you spotted Joel he stood a few feet away with his phone lifted and aimed in your direction. An amused grin flickered across your features as he hummed at his phone. “Hm, yeah. That’s a keeper.”

“You took a picture of me?” You chuckled.

Joel closed the space so he was beside you. “How could I not? You’re gorgeous.” You felt your cheeks heat at his words. Joel stuck his phone into his pocket before offering you his arm. When you looped yours through his, a familiar stance for the two of you, he began to lead you away. “They’re taking our bags upstairs.” He had already reassured you on the way here that though the two of you were sharing a suite it was one with two separate rooms for sleep arrangements. Just as you told Nima, you found yourself both relieved and disappointed. 

Feelings were confusing. 

“Hungry?”

“I could eat.” You nodded.

“Good. I know a place.”

Said place ending up being a cafe in the casino resort that served a late brunch. When Joel spoke to the host there was no need to ask for a wait time or place his name down. They gave him the choice of indoor or outdoor then walked you in immediately after he chose the outdoor option. The table they offered the two of you was a cute two person seating arrangement on the covered patio under a fan and in view of the elaborate pool. More gardens surrounded the pool itself in the forms of immense and impressive shrubbery and garden paths. The seating around the pool consisted of red and white chairs separated by curtain cabanas that you couldn’t even begin to imagine the price of.

“Do you come to Vegas often?” You asked after a waitress came by and took your orders.

“No. Just for this conference.” Joel shrugged. “It’s an annual thing.” You asked what the conference was about. In all honesty, you didn’t care too much about the specific lectures or meetings he had coming up, but you’d never pass on the opportunity to listen to him talk. “Mostly meetings between different companies. A way to network and bump elbows. A few lectures from some big names on the trendin’ topics in the contractin’ world.”

You beamed at him with a nod. “Very exciting.” Joel chuckled. “How busy is it gonna keep you?”

“Well tomorrow I’ll be busy for most of the mornin’ and afternoon, but I’m free in the evenin’. Then Sunday I have one last meetin’ in the mornin’ and I figure we can do somethin’ in the afternoon before headin’ back home on the jet.”

You leaned forward on the table, head resting on your fists, “And today?”

Joel’s lips curled into a smile that brightened all of his features. It was your favorite look on him. Forget the flannel or the expensive suits, it was that damned smile that put butterflies in your belly. You weren’t sure how a devastatingly handsome older man could also look so boyish and adorable while wearing that charming smile, but by God you were obsessed.

“Today?” Joel reached across the table and brushed his rough fingers against the side of your arm. In response, you let your arm fall from where it held up your head and tangled your fingers with his. Joel squeezed your hand. “Today I’m all yours, sugar.”

You liked the sound of that. 

The two of you just enjoyed your uninterrupted time together. When your meal was over, Joel rose and helped you up as well. He didn’t hesitate to pull you close, looping your arm through his, and leading you back toward the lobby. “So,” You leaned into him, “Do we have plans for today?”

“We do.” Joel nodded. “Startin’ with an afternoon poolside.”

Your eyebrows raised in excitement. “Pool?” He hummed in confirmation. You smirked, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me in one of those new swim suits you bought me, daddy.” Standing this close to him, you could see the slight flush of red creep up from the collar of his shirt as he cleared his throat. Joel shot you a dry look. “What’s wrong? Are you getting a little hot under the collar?”

Joel cleared his throat, “You’re trouble, sugar.” He leaned in and suddenly pressed his lips to the side of your head. It was such a chaste and quick moment, yet it stopped your heart in your chest. He left his lips close enough to murmur, “Luckily, I know how to handle trouble.”

“I, uh, I…”

“What’s wrong?” Joel pulled back enough so you could see his smug grin, “Are you gettin’ a bit hot?”

You swallowed, involuntarily, and Joel took that as his victory. He chuckled and dragged you toward the elevators. Your suite was near the top floor of the resort, and when Joel pushed the door open for you the first thing that greeted you was the expansive window that made up the entirety of the wall. Your jaw popped open in shock and your feet carried you closer to the window. The room itself was gorgeous with decor of white and gold, you had never stayed in a hotel room that had an actual living room before, but you could only focus on the view of the Nevada mountains out in the distance. When you reached the glass, you peered down the dizzying drop to where you had a view of the pool and the golf course.

“So pretty…” You mumbled in awe. You spun in place to meet Joel’s gaze, “Isn’t this incredible?”

“Yeah,” Joel nodded. His arms were crossed and you could feel his eyes trace you from head to toe and back up. “Some view.” He kept his gaze on you for a beat while walking toward one of the side doors. Joel opened it and peered in then you heard him curse. “Fuck.”

Curiously, you walked around the couch toward him, “What’s wrong? Did they lose our bags?” You stepped beside him to see what it was that had raptured his attention the way it did, and your eyes landed on the singular Queen sized bed in the center of the bedroom. “Oh.”

“Son of a⏤ I am so sorry.” Joel said quickly before you could push out another word. “I’m gonna fix this.” He went further into the room and grasped the phone at the bedside to immediately bring it up to his ear. A beat passed and he was obviously connected to the front desk. “Hello?”

Your eyes drifted back to the bed and you felt your cheeks warm at the thought of sharing the same bed with Joel Miller. Speaking of the man, he was still arguing over the line and from the sounds of it the argument was not going his way. He seemed desperate to fix this problem and you worried that meant he was desperate to avoid sleeping in the same bed as you. 

“No, no, I⏤ I understand that. But I⏤” Joel paused, his jaw locked, and then he pinched the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed irritably. “I said I understand that. No, I⏤ Yeah. Thanks anyways.” He hung up the phone and turned back to face you entirely. You shot him a sheepish smile. Joel’s irritation melted into worry and he held his hands up. “I swear, this was not my intention, darlin’. I booked a room with two beds.” Your eyes widened in understanding. Joel was worried you thought he was trying to take advantage. It was a laughable thought that had never even occurred to you⏤ not Joel. Some would call you naive to have such faith in a sugar daddy you hadn’t known for all that long, but it couldn’t be helped. Somehow, you just knew. “The Wynn doesn’t have any other two bed suites available but we can try a different resort or⏤”

“Joel.” You interrupted his nervous rambling and reached out to set your hand on his forearm. “It’s okay. Accidents happen.” Joel’s shoulders seemed to relax. “And as for the, uh, bed situation… I don’t mind.” The words tumbled from your lips slowly, awkwardly even, and Joel just stared. Quickly, you tried to scramble and clarify. “I just mean, it doesn’t bother me to share. We’re both, you know, adults. We can⏤ We can sleep beside one another without issue.” Joel just continued to stare and you were beginning to regret bringing it up at all. You felt silly. In a poor attempt to break the tension, you joked, “I promise I don’t kick in my sleep. I think.”

Joel set his hand on top of yours and squeezed reassuringly. “Of course we can. But, I don’t want you to feel… pressured to just accept this situation.” He spoke firmly leaving no room for argument in his voice. “If even the smallest part of you feels uncomfortable in any way please tell me. We could go to a different resort or, I mean, if you really wanna stick with this place I could get us separate rooms.”

“Really, Joel.” You replied with just as much finality in your voice as he placed in his. “I’m okay with this. It’s not a big deal.” You motioned toward the bed in question. “It’s a big bed.”

Joel let out a small sigh and shook his head. “I’m a… big guy.”

Your eyes couldn’t help but trace Joel’s broad shoulders and tall frame. “As long as you’re comfortable with it too.” Joel held your gaze then gave a nod. A small smile filling his features. “Now, can we get ready for the pool?”

“Yeah. Course.” Joel chuckled and lifted your hand to press his lips against your knuckles.

You had only just gotten used to holding his hand without feeling flustered, and now Joel was pulling out the big guns with these chaste kisses. The smug son of a bitch knew it too based on the smile he wore. Joel handed you your bag and you carried it into the bathroom to change. In your lifetime, you had gotten ready for a pool day God knows how many times. This was one of the first times you felt so nervous though. You loved your body and felt comfortable in your skin, but at the end of the day you were still a human with anxiety. You still couldn’t help that you wanted Joel to look at you and like what he saw. 

At the very least you knew he’d like the swim suit itself since he was the one who had been there to buy it for you. Quickly, eager to get to the pool with Joel, you traded your travel clothes for the swim suit and pulled on the matching, thin robe-like cover that he bought with it⏤ leaving it open rather than tying it closed in the front. Then you spent another few minutes checking your appearance in the mirror and adjusting little things like your hair or where the swim suit sat. Finally, when you knew there was nothing left to check, or obsess over, you stepped out of the bathroom. 

Joel wasn’t in the bedroom anymore. You set your bag aside and wandered out into the living room following the sound of his voice. He must have gotten changed out in the bedroom while you were in the bathroom. Joel had changed into swim shorts and a white t-shirt. The shorts were dark navy at the top half and a pale yellow on the lower half. You found you couldn’t stop staring because with the way he lounged on the couch, legs spread wide while talking on the phone, you could see his thick thighs. The sight of a man’s thighs should not make you feel so feral, and yet… 

“No, the contract needs to be done by then. We can…” Joel’s voice trailed to a stop and your eyes snapped up from his thighs to see he was gawking at you. You bit down on your lower lip to try and mute the wide grin that threatened to fill your features. You raised a questioning eyebrow at him. Joel nodded. “You’re a goddamn vision, sugar.” There was no chance at hiding your grin now at his compliment. Joel jumped suddenly in surprise, eyes widening, as his attention went back to the phone he forgot he had been holding. “No, no. Not you, idiot.” You laughed and Joel’s cheeks burned. “Oh, bite me, Tommy.”

Joel hung up the phone and pointed it in your direction while standing up. “That’s your fault.”

“My fault?” You chuckled. “How’s that?”

“How’s that?” He scoffed, but his smile didn’t falter. Joel closed the space so he could reach out and lightly pinch your chin. “Walkin’ in here lookin’ like a work of art.” He shook his head. “Tommy ain’t ever gonna let me live that down.”

Joel’s eyes drifted down your frame again and you felt the back of your neck grow warm. You cleared your throat and his eyes snapped back to you. You smirked. “What’re you staring at, Joel?”

His hand fell away from your cheek to brush his fingers against the sunflower charm hanging from your neck. Joel hummed, “Just this pretty, little necklace, sugar.” You shook your head, amused. Joel stepped away to grab a simple back book bag that he slung over one shoulder. “Now, come on. Pool time.”

Rather than walk you down to the Wynn Resort’s pool, Joel led you to the neighboring resort’s pool. The Encore was identical to the Wynn from the outside and sat right beside it as its sister resort. As you traveled, Joel kept his fingers intertwined with yours. Every time he flexed his grip, you glanced down at where the two of you were connected. It was beginning to feel like your hand was shaped just to fit in his. 

“So how come we don’t just stay at the Wynn?” You asked.

“The Encore is newer, and I think you’ll like the pool better here.” Joel replied. You had no room to question his judgment. So far, he was spot on because the interior of the Wynn was much prettier than the interior of the Encore in your opinion. “Plus, this is an adults only pool so we won’t have to worry about any yellin’ or splashin’.”

The moment the two of you stepped outside, you were greeted by a more modern looking pool with chairs and decor in shades of white and a bold red. Palm trees decorated the area and the floor was painted with the design of curling sun rays surrounding the pool. There was even a second story of chairs and lounges. Honestly, Joel either knew you better than you thought he did or the man was a good guess because this was much nicer than the Wynn’s pool. Joel squeezed your hand and you turned to see him watching you. He raised his eyebrows in question and you laughed again.

“Alright, alright. It’s a nice pool but don’t look so smug about it.” You replied. You glanced over the space, “Do you see any open chairs we can grab?”

“Yeah, I do.” Joel nodded, “Come on.”

Unsurprisingly, the pool was packed with people and Joel pulled you closer to his side so he could set his hand on your back while leading you through the throngs of people. You tried to spot the chairs he spoke of, but after a beat you realized he was leading you to one of the fancy looking cabanas. It was an open room built on the lower floor of the two story piece right by the poolside. A red curtain was hanging and draped open and inside was a couch, flat screen television, and a cabinet with a bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket on top. There were even two lounge chairs that could be dragged out into the space directly in front of the cabana where the sun was shining. Your eyes widened, “No way.”

Joel let go of your hand to step into the cabana and set his bag down on the couch. You slowly drifted in behind him and realized the little cabana was even filled with cool air from a large fan overhead. Joel pulled the champagne from the ice and you watched as he cracked it open with ease. 

“How much was this, Joel?” You asked.

“Hey,” Joel chided as he turned with two flutes of cold champagne. He handed you one with a shake of his head, “What was the rule we talked about on the way here, sugar?”

During the plane ride to Vegas, Joel told you he didn’t want you asking how much anything cost during the trip. You chuckled and replied teasingly, “Sorry, daddy.” Joel lightly tapped the edge of his flute against yours and you followed his lead in taking a sip. “Mmm. That’s amazing.”

“Only the best for my sugar baby.” Joel replied, making you laugh.

You took another long swig from the flute then motioned to his bag, “Did you grab my sunscreen?” Joel set his flute down to dig through his bag then pulled out the sunscreen you had brought. You had asked him to toss it in with his stuff to keep from having to bring a bag of your own. “Thanks!”

Joel dropped down to sit on the couch. He rested an arm on the back of it with a content smile while staring at you. Biting back any nervous energy that bubbled in your chest, you shrugged out of your thin robe and began to put on the sunscreen. Knowing his gaze was on you, you rubbed it in methodically and tried not to let it be obvious that the butterflies in your belly were threatening to overwhelm you. When you got every spot you could reach with ease, you turned and held the bottle out to Joel, “Can you get my back?”

His eyes widened as if he hadn’t expected you to ask. Joel sat up and threw back the last of his champagne before taking the bottle. He stood up and you turned around. Luckily, not having to face Joel made the action much easier. Joel stood close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your neck and despite the hot weather you felt goosebumps rise on your skin. Joel’s hand settled on your lower back first and he was careful with the application. He rubbed it in your skin, but he did so in a way that made you feel like you were made of glass. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to complain because the more careful he was the slower he worked, and the slower he worked the longer you had his rough hands against your skin.

“There.” Joel hummed. His voice sounded more hoarse than it did when he started. “All protected, sugar.”

You glanced over your shoulder to meet his gaze, “Thanks, daddy.” You meant to say the words playfully, but instead they fell out in a soft near whisper. There was a beat of silence between the two of you and you forced yourself to shake out of the trance Joel had you in. “Um. Can you help me drag the lounge chairs out into the sun?”

Joel cleared his throat and nodded, “I can do you one better.”

He grabbed the back of his shirt’s collar to pull out of his shirt and your eyes involuntarily raked down his body. Joel was built strong. From his broad shoulders to the bit of belly he had, it all screamed strength and sturdiness. He tossed his shirt aside then grasped your hand to lead you out, but you dug your heels in to stop him. Joel shot you a curious look.

“You didn’t put on any sunscreen.” You said.

Joel furrowed his brow, “I don’t need sunscreen.”

“You don’t need sunscreen?”

“I’m a big, strong man.” Joel replied teasingly before trying to pull you out of the cabana again.

You tugged him back. “Hey, big strong man, in a fight against the sun you’re gonna lose.” Joel groaned and rolled his eyes in good nature but he allowed you to pull him all the way back in. You made him hold your flute so you could grab the bottle of sunscreen. Quickly, before you lost your nerve, you squirted a glob of sunscreen in your hand and began to rub it into Joel’s skin. He squirmed under your touch and you shot him a mocking glare, “Hey, stay still.”

“Bossy.” Joel snorted.

“Do you like it better when I’m bossy or bratty?” You asked with a cheeky grin. Joel’s lips pulled up into a smile, but he didn’t offer an answer. You used the last bit of sunscreen on your hands to rub onto his features and you finished with your hands on the side of his face. You squished his cheeks together. “There. All protected.”

Joel suddenly turned his face and playfully nipped at your hand with his teeth. You gasped in surprise and he laughed. “Now that we’re safe from the sun, let’s go.” He tangled his fingers with yours and offered you back the flute of champagne you hadn’t finished yet. With a sip, you let him drag you out into the sun. He walked you up to the poolside and stopped at the edge. In the shallow parts of the pool, sitting in the water, were circular cushioned beds with an umbrella situated in the middle of each one. By each beside was a circular stand where drinks could be placed to rest. You stared at, gaping probably, and Joel leaned in toward your ear. “That’s ours too.”

“Seriously?” You asked in surprise. Joel nodded. The urge to ask how much it cost came to mind, but you bit back the words and just grinned instead. Joel walked down the few steps into the shallow water and held your hand to aid you in. “You know,” The cold water came up just past your ankles and you waded with Joel to the daybed reserved for the two of you, “I could get used to this ‘having money’ thing.”

Joel chuckled and dropped down on the bed. He lounged on his back, hands folded behind his head, and stared at you as you settled in beside him. You chose to lay on your belly so you could continue to sip on your champagne. 

“Thank you. For all of this.” You said sincerely. Briefly, you chewed on your lower lip then gave a small shrug, “I haven’t had a pool day in nearly a year let alone go on an actual vacation.”

Joel shook his head, “Thank you for comin’ with me, darlin’. You’re doin’ me the favor.”

The two of you just relaxed, letting the heat seep into your skin, and when you were on your last sip of champagne a poolside waitress walked over with a smile to see if the two of you needed any drinks. Joel sat up and ordered two frozen drinks. You chuckled, “You’ve kept a drink in my hand since the moment we landed.” You tilted your head. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to get me tipsy, Joel.”

“Me? Never. I’m a gentleman.” Joel shook his head. He smirked and nodded toward you. “Besides, you’ve already felt me up, and I didn’t even need to get you tipsy.”

Your eyes widened and you reached out to give him a light shove, “I was not ‘feeling you up’. I was saving you from a future of being a leathered, sun shriveled old man.”

“If that’s what you gotta tell yourself.” Joel shrugged. 

You laughed and Joel began to lay back down. Before he could get comfortable, you pointed to the umbrella, “Wait, can you close the umbrella?” Joel shot you a confused look as if you were crazy for asking. You shrugged. “I just want some sunshine for a little bit.”

“You’re all the sunshine we need right now.” Joel said and reached out to pinch your cheek.

“That is an adorable excuse.” You spoke despite him pinching your cheek, and Joel chuckled before reaching up to close the umbrella. Bright sunlight immediately rained down on the two of you and the direct warmth on your skin made you beam happily. As hot as it was, you probably wouldn’t be able to stand the sunlight for very long, but it felt nice for the time being. 

Joel grunted and rolled over onto his belly so he could keep the sun out of his eyes, “What do you say?” You slid a pair of sunglasses on and laid on your back while humming⏤ pretending to think of what answer he might want. Joel propped himself up just enough to rest one of his arms on your other side so he was leaning over you. You sucked in a sharp breath at his close proximity, and he raised an eyebrow at you. “Manners, sugar.”

“Thank you, daddy.” You cooed.

“Good girl.”

You tightened the fluffy, white robe that the Wynn resort left you in the suite’s bathroom then stepped out fresh and clean, “Joel! I’m done with the shower.” The two of you had stayed out at the pool until it closed. Being out in the hot sun the entire afternoon had wiped you out, but Joel told you to get ready for a night out and you found your second wind. Joel wandered into the bedroom, and you groaned happily, “You’re in for a treat because the water pressure was incredible.”

“I would hope so.” Joel chuckled then his eyes narrowed skeptically. “Do you have bad water pressure in your apartment?”

“Uh…” You paused in thought. You had a feeling that if you confirmed that information then Joel would try to buy you a new apartment or something equally as wild. “...no?” Joel shot you a skeptical glance that made it clear he didn’t believe you. He disappeared into the bathroom, and you quickly called out. “Oh, wait! Pick a color, Joel!”

Without hesitation, Joel replied through the door, “Red!”

Excitedly, you shimmed off the bed to hurry over and dig out the red cocktail dress Joel had bought you for Vegas. Of the newest additions to your wardrobe, the red dress you had picked out was one of your favorites. You wondered if he remembered that. While Joel showered, you pulled out the ironing board to smooth out any of the wrinkles your dress had gotten during transit. It didn’t take much and you were about to put away the iron when you paused. Joel’s suitcase sat near yours in the room. You bit down on your lower lip for a beat before walking over to find a shirt for him.

You picked out a black button up shirt to match the black blazer he had already hung up. The ‘black out’ look on him just seemed like it would be clean and handsome. Not that you could picture many looks not looking incredible on him. The bathroom door opened and Joel stepped out in just a towel. The back of your neck warmed and you tried not to let your eyes linger. Obviously you had seen him shirtless poolside, but this felt more intimate.

“Why don’t you get changed in the bathroom and I can get ready out here⏤” Joel paused and pointed to the ironing board. You finished the last few passes of the iron over his shirt. “Is that mine?”

“Well, it’s not mine.” You replied and picked up his shirt to shake it a bit. You held it out to him with a broad smile.

Joel took the shirt from you and you were acutely aware of his lingering touch on your hand. “This my color for the night, sugar? Black?” You nodded with a wide grin. Joel gave you a nod of confirmation and you scooped up your dress to head to the bathroom. “Alright. Black and red it is.”

You glanced over your shoulder to allow yourself one last look of Joel and seeing the bare expanse of his back made your heart flutter in your chest. The image of it lingered in your mind even after you closed the door. You made the effort to commit it to memory. 

It didn’t take you too long to get ready and it was in part due to how eager you were. Joel had been tight lipped the entire afternoon about the plans for the evening. No matter how much you pleaded or begged he wouldn’t even give you a hint. All you knew was that he had an entire night planned for the two of you. Not even accounting for the amount of money involved in all of this, the fact that Joel had the thought to plan a night for you was heartwarming. It was a reminder that your bar was set so low due to your last boyfriend. You had to plan nearly every single trip or date night, and you had convinced yourself you enjoyed it. Tricked yourself into thinking you preferred it that way instead of admitting that it was a problem. 

You rubbed your hands down the front of your red dress⏤ smoothing it out and giving you something to do with your nervous energy. You stepped out of the bathroom, expecting Joel to be sitting in the living room waiting for you or on his phone, but your feet faltered at the sight of him sitting on the edge of the bed. Joel ran a hand over his jawline, fingers dragging through his scruff. He stood up and the two of you spent a quiet moment just staring at one another. Just as you knew it would, the black shirt and black suit combo was deadly on Joel. This time you beat Joel to the punch.

“Hot damn, Joel.” You grinned. He cleared his throat and the look on his face could only be described as flustered. Eager to flip the table on him and do what he always did to you, you walked to him and reached out to smooth his lapel, feeling his chest under it, “This is a real good look on you, daddy.”

The sound that left him, almost a choking noise at the back of his throat, made you feel smug. He shook his head slowly and didn’t let his eyes leave you for even a second. “Oh, sugar,” Joel hummed, “I don’t hold a flame to you. I just don’t get it.”

“Don’t get what?” You asked.

“How every time I look at you, you somehow get even more breathtakin’.” Joel replied.

Heat rose in your cheeks and crawled up the back of your neck. Damn it all. Every time you think you had the tables flipped he managed to get the upper hand again. You let out a laugh and tried to hide how flustered you felt, “No fair.” Joel smirked as if he knew exactly what you were getting at. You gave his chest a slight push, but he caught your hands to hold them there. You shook your head, “Can you let me have the upper hand just one time?”

Joel breathed out a small laugh, and he opened his mouth to reply. However, he stopped himself and closed his mouth with an amused smile. You tilted your head curiously, but Joel just slipped his hand through yours. “Ready to go?”

“Do I get to know where we’re going now?”

“You’ll find out as soon as we get there.”

“Very funny.”

The same car that drove you from the airport to the Wynn also picked you up. When it came to the Vegas strip, there were some resorts that were within walking distance from where you were located, but Joel’s first plan of the night was not. You stared out the window marveling at the tall buildings covered in gigantic screens showcasing an ad or show. Even the sidewalks had plenty of things to watch. Tourists, showgirls, people performing, and some even dressed up in character suits. There was one rough looking Mickey Mouse the car passed that gave you a look into what the famous mouse’s life would look like if he got deep in the world of hard drugs.

“Oh,” You tore your eyes away from the window to look at Joel who sat beside you in the back of the car with his arm resting on the seat behind you, “Is that where they do that big fountain show?”

Joel nodded, “Bellagio. Yeah. We can stop and watch it later tonight. They do a show every thirty minutes I think.”

The car turned off the strip to a resort that sat just off it by a bit. The Aria. It looked as immense and fancy as any of the other resorts and was even shaped similarly to the Wynn and the Encore. Joel let his hand brush against the back of your neck and you knew he wanted you to stay in place while he climbed out. Seconds later, your door opened and Joel held out a hand to help you climb out. 

“What’s so special about the Aria?” You asked.

Joel laced his fingers through yours and pulled you toward the resort doors. The lobby was a large open space with pillars, and your eyes landed on a wave of hand folded origami flowers in a gradient of red, pink, and orange hanging from the glass ceiling. You paused, jaw slightly open as you admired the sight, and Joel just waited patiently. Finally, you tore your eyes away from the origami flowers to look at him.

“We have dinner reservations here.” Joel answered.

You raised an eyebrow at him with a smirk, “We came all the way here just for dinner?”

Joel didn’t give you a reply, and you noticed he looked excited. You squeezed his hand and let him lead you deeper into the resort. In order to get where you were going, the two of you had to walk through the casino and it was fun to see the flashing lights and general buzz of excitement. The air smelled faintly of cigarette smoke, and there were different degrees of yelling and cheering. You were so caught up in your surroundings that you hadn’t noticed Joel and you reached your destination until he came to a stop.

You glanced at Joel who continued to beam at you, and then looked forward to where a simple arch sat with the word ‘CATCH’ written in bright, glowing letters above the top. It was what laid just beyond the arch that had your breath catch in your throat. The arch was the entrance to a tunnel and even from where you stood you could see the entire tunnel was made up of different flowers and glowing lights.

Joel leaned over, his lips close enough to your ear that you could feel his breath fan against your skin, “It didn’t feel right not bein’ able to get you a bouquet of flowers before dinner so I thought I’d just bring you to ‘em.”

You felt a visceral reaction to Joel’s words. Your throat tightened, and a part of you wanted to cry. It took every ounce of your self control to not actually let any tears fall. It was just so sweet and you felt so seen and cared for. “Joel.” You mumbled and turned your head to look at him. He was still lingering close to where he had whispered in your ear which left you dangerously close to his face. You swallowed, “Joel, this is…”

His eyes darted across your features, lingering at your eyes and lips, “Wanna take a closer look, sugar?”

Your face broke out into a face splitting grin and you nodded. Joel hesitated in place, taking in a slow breath, before pulling away so he could drag you through the arch. He let his own steps slow while you continued forward a bit. Your hand fell out of his, but your eyes were taking in the hanging flowers overhead and the colorful walls on either side of you. The air was filled with a sweet, floral scent and a soft, golden glow surrounded the space from the lights buried between the flowers. It took half a beat before you realized Joel wasn’t by your side, and you quickly turned in place to look for him. He stood a few feet back, hands in his pocket, just staring with a small smile on his face. 

“What?” You asked with a laugh.

“Nothing.” Joel closed the space.

As soon as he was close enough, you looped your arm through his. The two of you took a few more steps down the wood panel path that led through the tunnel and a portion off to the side curved inward with a long half circle bench nestled against the wall and a wall of pink, orange, and red roses covering that indent of the wall. 

“Oh!” You pulled him toward the bench and dropped down there with him beside you. “Can we take a picture?” You pulled your phone out. “Please?”

“I can take your picture for you.” Joel replied.

You shook your head and held onto his arm. “I want you to be in it too.”

Joel looked skeptical for only a moment. He never seemed the selfie kind to you, but he leaned in regardless. You lifted your phone to take a few snaps. Joel had one arm around your shoulders during most of the pictures, but near the end he used his other hand to cup the side of your face to pull him closer. Joel turned and pressed his lips to your temple and you managed to get a few snaps of that as well. Your chest was filled with so much warmth and happiness that you didn’t have the room to feel flustered.

You stood up with Joel and he tugged you to the end of the tunnel where a maitre’d stood waiting. The first part of the restaurant you could see was a large bar surrounded by people. Joel had the two of you pause by the front desk. 

“Welcome Miller party.” The maitre’d asked. Joel nodded. “Your table is being cleaned off and prepared now. If you’d like to wait by the bar, your waitress will fetch you soon.”

“Thanks.” Joel dug through his coat pocket and you saw him pull out a few folded bills that he slipped into the other man’s hand. “And thank you for clearin’ the tunnel.”

“Of course, sir.”

It dawned on you then, and you glanced back to see the tunnel was now filled with small parties and couples. “Wait, did you pay him to let us be the only ones?”

Joel shrugged and rather than answer he stepped up to the bar with you by his side and ordered himself a glass of whiskey and your typical drink of choice. He kept one hand on the small of your back while you leaned against the bar. When the drinks came, Joel lifted his glass just high enough to allow you to tap yours against his. He winked as the glasses made contact, “Cheers, sugar.”

You moved to take a sip and your drink had only barely touched your tongue when a waitress came over calling out for Joel. He nodded for you to follow first so he could linger a step behind you with his hand on your waist. The table you were led to was a circular booth and it was one of the few tables decorated in excess. The booth looked like it was nestled inside a large bird cage with a broad open door, and woven between the metal bars were vines and string lights. You slid into the booth, setting your glass on the table to avoid spilling it, and Joel slid in after you. 

“Joel, this place is…” You let out a breath, unable to grasp a word immediately, “...amazing. Thank you.”

“Stop thankin’ me for somethin’ I like doin’.” Joel chuckled. He draped his arm on the top of the booth behind you and let his fingers brush lightly against your shoulder.

“You like spending absorbent amounts of money on me?” You teased.

Joel leaned over a bit and lowered his voice, sincerity in his voice, “I like takin’ care of you.” It should probably concern how easily Joel was able to make your temperature rise. Literally all it took was a look, the sound of his voice, or just being in near proximity. He straightened back in his seat. “Now,” Joel picked up his glass and took a quick sip, “Is there anythin’ you always wanted to do while in Vegas?”

You hummed in thought. The fountains had already been mentioned. That seemed like a staple Vegas activity. “I wanna see a show.”

“Already on the agenda.”

“Wait, really?” Your eyes widened. “What show??” Joel just stared at you with a smug smile. You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. It’s a surprise.” You took a sip of your own drink. “I want to gamble.”

Joel chuckled, “Gamble?” You nodded. “Gamble how? Slots or a table game?”

“I want to play the one where you throw dice.”

“Craps.”

“Yeah, that!” You nodded. “Everybody does that while they’re in Vegas, right?”

“Fair enough.” Joel said. “Anythin’ else?”

Another thought came to mind, but it felt kind of silly. “There was this one other thing…”

“Name it, sugar.”

You scrunched your nose. “Can we go on the gondolas? I know it’s probably dumb since it’s not even a real river and it’s just inside one of those big resorts, but I don’t know… It looked kind of fun.”

Joel let out a breathy laugh before dropping his hand so instead of soft brushes he was able to squeeze your shoulder, “We can absolutely ride the gondolas.”

You bounced in your seat, excited, as Joel shook his head in amusement. The waitress came back to discuss the specials of the night. After a quick discussion, Joel ordered for the both of you. It was something you learned early on with the man. He enjoyed leading. Whether it be the obvious thing like paying for everything or having you wait in the car so he could open the door for you or ordering your food and drink for you. Joel just liked being in charge of the relationship and you had no qualms with that. Especially considering how careful and caring he was in the action. He paid attention to you, the things you did or the words you said, in order to take charge accordingly. As sad and pathetic as it was, Joel remembered more about you and your preferences than your ex-boyfriend did at the end of your relationship with him. 

Content and at ease, you settled in your seat and let out a soft sigh.

The night went by too quickly for your liking. Dinner, just like everything with Joel, was easy. You had never met someone who made you feel so comfortable, so seen, so fast. And after he treated you to one of the best meals you ever had, the two of you traveled to the MGM resort for the show which turned out to be a show by the name of ‘KA’. Joel said he chose it off the recommendation of one of the business men he’d be working with in the morning, and it had been a solid choice. The show went beyond your expectations and you had already set them pretty high considering it was Cirque du Soleil and in Vegas. Then, rather than take the car, the two of you walked down the strip with your arm wrapped through his. The walk consisted of two stops, one at the fountains to watch the show, and the other at the Venetian resort to ride in the gondolas.

“Joel, this has literally been the greatest night ever.” You gushed while squeezing his arm. The two of you had walked from the Venetian back to the Wynn. His black suit jacket hung on your shoulders after he had given it to you during the gondola ride. 

Joel chuckled, “Literally?”

“Yes.” You said. “I am being literal, thank you.”

“Well, sugar, you know me.” Joel lifted one of your hands to press his lips to the back casually. “Always happy to provide.”

He continued to lead you into the resort without even realizing how earth shattering his presence was to you. Joel kept your arm wrapped through his with his hand intertwined with yours and held to his chest. It was such an intimate gesture that he did so casually⏤ as if it were second nature to him. The urge to stop in your tracks and pull him into a kiss was nearly overwhelming. In fact, if you had maybe even one more drink tonight it would’ve been enough liquid courage to convince you. However, anxiety still plagued your mind. Logic tried to reign in your feelings and remind you of all the reasons this was a bad idea. Even if you ignored the nearly two decade large age gap between the both of you, there were still enough reasons for your brain to try and stop you. 

If you could quiet your logical and turbulent mind for just a moment, just long enough to allow your heart to act, then maybe these fears and anxieties wouldn’t matter. 

The two of you were walking through the casino to get to the elevators that would take you upstairs. You continued to stare while focusing on the circles his thumb was tracing on the back of your hand. God, you wanted this man. If he could make you feel so happy, so good about yourself, in public with innocent touches and glances, you wondered how incredible he could make you feel behind closed doors. You craved his touch, his rough hands grasping at all of you, and you were desperate enough to trade your soul just to feel his hot mouth exploring your skin.

Joel’s eyes suddenly met yours and you sucked in a sharp breath of surprise. Heat flooded your cheeks in embarrassment as if he could hear your sinful thoughts about him. Joel gave you a quick wink and nodded, “One last stop.” 

He tugged you off the path that carved through the casino and onto the actual casino floor. The slot machines around you were a sea of colors, flashing lights, and whistling tunes. Servers drifted about bringing drinks to those sitting at the machines, but Joel led you past all of them. The two of you approached the section that had the table games, and you spotted the one with the dice.

“Oh!” You chirped in recognition. “We’re gonna play?”

“You said you wanted to.” Joel countered. The table wasn’t very crowded right now. Save for the casino employees, there was two other people standing around the table playing. You felt a sense of anxiety creep up your spine. You were vaguely aware that the rules for these table games were very strict and there were also unspoken rules of conduct. “Here.” Joel reached toward you and stuck his hand in the inner pocket of his jacket which hung off your shoulders. He fished out a few hundreds that you couldn’t help but stare at. Joel pushed two hundred dollars in your hand. “Just like me, sugar.”

He placed the bills on the table top with his ID card and you hurried to copy him. Between dice rolls, the man running the table pulled your bills toward him and began to prep your chips. You leaned over and whispered, “Joel, I have no idea how to play this.”

“It’s easy.” He reassured you. You glanced at the very confusing green felt covered in different words and numbers then back to him skeptically. Joel chuckled and tapped under your chin with his hand. “I promise.”

Joel began to point out different portions of the table, and between the warm honey tone of his words and the multiple drinks you had throughout the night, you were not following whatsoever. You stared at him, nodding every few seconds, while admiring the lines of his face. People wrote poems and sung praises about blue and green eyes, but you were convinced it was because those people were never blessed with the opportunity to gaze into Joel Miller’s eyes. There was a warmth in the dark color of his irises that felt like coming home after a long day in the cold. Your eyes flickered to a small bare spot in his scruffy jawline that vaguely resembled a heart and you resisted the urge to lean forward and place a kiss right there. Why else would the otherwise perfect man in front of you have that space in his beard if not for your lips?

“You’re not hearin’ a damn thing I’m sayin’, are you?” Joel teased.

You blinked in surprise and watched as his lips stretched into a bright smile, “Uh, I’m listening.”

“Right. What did I just say about the ‘Come bet’?”

“That…it’s… better than a ‘Leave bet’?” You joked.

Joel barked out a laugh and the sound made your stomach flip. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. You were savoring the feel of his lips on your skin, when he turned you back to the table where a stack of chips were waiting for you. He slid two green chips into the box labeled ‘Pass Line’. You quickly mimicked his actions. Joel scooped up the dice, nodding at the man running the table, and then set them in your hands. “You’re the shooter, sugar.”

“Me?” Your eyes widened in worry.

“7 or 11.” Joel winked.

You took half a second to stand in shock at how your life had brought you to this point right here, and then you dove right in. You tossed the red dice and they bounced across the table before landing on a four and a three. The other two people at the table clapped their hands and Joel gave your elbow a squeeze.

The table slowly began to fill up, and you were a firm believer in the concept of ‘beginner’s luck’. You still only had a vague understanding of the game, but every time it was your time to be the shooter you were on a roll. It was exciting to have strangers cheering you on as well and as time passed you began to get more confident with how you tossed the chips around. Again, your knowledge on the actual rules were scarce, but you were pushing around higher number chips than Joel was. As the man running the table began to prep chips for a new player who settled in beside you, you turned to smirk at Joel.

“I’m doing pretty good.” You motioned to your decent stack of chips.

“Better than me.” Joel smirked.

Your pile was currently larger than Joel’s, but he seemed more concerned in keeping an eye on you than winning back his money. Teasingly, you leaned forward to let your lips linger by his ear, “If I win big, I promise to take care of you, baby.”

Joel laughed loudly and shook his head, “Just roll your dice.” You bounced in place just a bit before throwing the dice across the table. It landed on a total of seven which was not what you needed at the moment and it ended your roll. You groaned with the rest of the table, and Joel leaned into you this time. “Looks like I don’t need to worry none. Disappointed?”

“Nah.” You shook your head and locked your eyes with his. “I like being your sugar.”

“Good.” Joel’s dark eyes lingered on yours before dropping to your lips and bouncing back up. It was enough to make you release a small gasp, and he must have heard the sound because he smirked. 

Your elbow suddenly brushed against something behind you, and it broke the spell. Joel leaned back and it was only then you realized how close the two of you had drifted toward one another. You cleared your throat and glanced at the man on your other side, assuming you had bumped into him while getting lost in the tempting vortex that was Joel, “I’m so sorry about that.”

“No, no. No worries, sweetheart.” The man replied. He was probably a few years older than you, if you garnered a guess, and he was decent looking but certainly not anything to write home about. Absolutely plain standing beside someone like Joel. He lifted his hand to your face, making you flinch, and opened his fist to reveal the dice, “Blow me?”

“What?” You blurted in shock.

“Watch it.” Joel snarled from behind you. His chest pressed against your side, and when you glanced over you saw the warmth in his eyes had turned dangerous. Not a comforting flame in the fireplace after a long day, but a raging wildfire licking at the edge of the forest⏤ threatening to destroy. Joel glared at the man and if looks could kill then he’d be struck down by now.

“I’m just talking about the dice.” The guy chuckled. He winked at you, and you blanched in disgust. “Relax.”

The rest of the table, including a few of his friends on the other side of him, began to goad him into rolling the dice. Joel was still stiff, and you set a hand on his forearm in hopes to calm him. Joel’s eyes snapped to yours and you watched the anger simmer. You gave him a reassuring smile. One stupid jerk wasn’t going to ruin the night for you. Joel nodded once and began to move around you. At first, you thought he was going to place himself in between you and the guy, but instead he settled behind you. Joel pressed his chest against your back, setting a hand on your abdomen to pull you closer, and then let his hands fall to the tables’ sides⏤ successfully blocking you in. 

You couldn’t even focus on if Joel was still upset because every single ounce of your mind was redirected to keeping your body from spontaneously combusting. His stance around you was dizzying. Protective. Intimate. Possessive. Joel was stamping a claim on you, a warning to the man who accosted you, and you found it extremely attractive. Months ago, you would have firmly stated that you were a strong, independent woman who didn’t want nor need a man that took control or showed any signs of being overprotective. However, you would commit atrocities if it meant hearing Joel call you his.

Joel leaned his head down on your shoulder just enough to whisper, “You alright, sugar?”

Other than possibly going into a heart arrhythmia from his proximity, you were just fine, “Yeah. I’m okay, Joel. Don’t worry.” You felt him nod and then he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck. You audibly gasped, “Oh God.”

“What was that?” Joel asked.

“Nothing.” You blurted. His head was still hovering over your shoulder and you stayed stock still to avoid accidentally brushing any part of you against him. You heard Joel chuckle lightly before he straightened his posture. 

With Joel nearly wrapped around your body, it was easy to fall back into ease as the game went on. You weren’t really winning much more money, but you also weren’t significantly losing either. Just bouncing back and forth enough to maintain the same amount of chips. Between that and the feel of Joel’s breaths on your neck, you were ready to call it a night.

You turned your head to speak to him and realized how close he still stood then. Your nose was only an inch or so away from brushing against his jawline. You swallowed the lump in your throat and found the courage to not pull away. “Can we call it a night? Go back to the room?”

Joel turned his head and the slow way his jawline ended up rubbing against the top of your nose softly seemed deliberate. He gave you a small smile and nodded. “Course.” Joel held his position for a beat more before pushing away from you so he could speak to the man running the table. “We’re out.”

You took in a shuddering breath as Joel got the chips converted to the highest amount possible so it’d be easier to carry. Your anxiety had a bad habit of making you overthink and underplay everything against your favor, but even for you it was difficult to ignore Joel’s behavior tonight. He seemed genuinely interested. Nima had encouraged you to chase what made you happy, and Joel made you happy. There was no doubt there. Anticipation began to build in your chest as you hyped yourself up to make a move tonight. You took a chance and said yes to being his sugar baby in the first place. 

You just needed to take a chance again.

Joel turned back to you and he slipped a few black chips into his coat’s inner pocket before wrapping his arm around your shoulders to tug you into his side. You mimicked his action, holding yourself close to him, and the two of you only got a few steps away before the same obnoxious voice from earlier wolf whistled behind you.

“Damn, look at that ass.” The guy from earlier stumbled a step closer as his friends behind him tried to reel him back desperately. “How much do you charge a night? I’ll pay double whatever the old man is paying you.”

You stiffened at the words. They hit a little too close to home. You usually were able to easily let the drunk, stupid words of some obnoxious asshole roll off your back. Unknowingly though, the man had dug a knife into an already sore subject in your mind. In your spiraling panic, you didn’t realize the man was reaching for you until Joel was suddenly gone from your side. 

Without a word, Joel slammed his fist into the man’s face then grabbed him by the lapels of his sport coat before he could collapse. The man’s friends were trying to stop the attack while calling out apologies, but their attempts were fruitless. Joel lifted the man up off the ground enough to throw him over the edge of the craps table, making chips fly across the green felt as others around the table screamed in alarm, and Joel punched the man twice more before security swarmed the scene.

“Joel!” You cried out and tried to reach him, but a man in a dark suit and badge held you back.

They separated the fight easily and when Joel was pulled back away from the now groaning guy who was still laid up on the craps table, you saw real rage burning in Joel’s dark eyes. You had never seen his features twisted in anger and loathing before. Security dragged the guy off the table and took him and his friends toward the front of the resort while ushering for you and Joel to follow them in the opposite direction. Joel’s eyes snapped to meet yours and you watched as his anger melted into worry and concern. He shoved a security guard out of his way to reach you and one hand shot up to rest protectively on the back of your neck as his eyes scanned your face.

“Hey, are you alright?” Joel asked nervously. Unable to find words, you gave him a meek nod and his shoulders sagged in relief. The lead security guard cleared his throat and Joel kept his hands on you while following after the man. When the small grouping of people reached the edge of the casino floor, Joel spoke up. “That piece of shit better be out on his ass.”

“He has been forcibly removed from our premises and I do apologize for the duress.” The lead security, his badge read ‘T. Gordon’, turned to you with a slight nod. “Are you okay, miss?”

“Oh, uh, I’m fine.” You replied.

“Good.” Gordon focused back on Joel. “As regrettable as this scenario was, fighting is strictly prohibited⏤”

“If you kept assholes like him from gettin’ so wasted then maybe I wouldn’t have had to start nothin’.” Joel snapped. “He was gonna try and touch her.”

“Right, and because of that we will not be restricting your access to the resort.” Gordon said. “That being said, I will have to limit your access to the casino floor. The Wynn has a strict policy. That gentleman will never be welcome on our property again, and you will be suspended for the next three months.”

“Fine. Can we go?”

Gordon motioned for the two of you to wait while he fetched some paperwork for Joel to sign. Your eyes darted down to Joel’s dominant hand, the one not wrapped around your waist, and it was still balled into a tight fist. There was a redness to the knuckles that made you gasp.

“What’s wrong?” Joel’s attention snapped to you in alarm.

You reached for his hand and cradled it in yours, studying the gash and early bruising, “You’re bleeding, Joel.”

“It’s not a big deal.” He tried to pull his hand away, but you held on tighter and he sighed. “Really. Doesn’t even hurt.”

Your thumb brushed the edge of the discoloration and his nose twitched with a slight wince. You shot him a light glare, “Liar.” Joel’s own lips curled into a small smile and you shook your head. “What? Don’t smile at me. I’m worried about your hand.”

“I know.” Joel replied softly. He turned his gaze away from you and his next words fell out in a slight whisper. “It’s cute.”

Gordon returned a second later and you were forced to release his hand so he could sign the paperwork stating he understood his punishment. You were just happy that the police didn’t need to be involved. Joel began to lead you toward the elevators, which weren’t far from where you stood now. It didn’t take long to get to the room, and the moment you stepped through the threshold you pushed him toward the couch to sit. Quickly, you shrugged out of his jacket and fetched a rag to run under cold water. 

Joel was slumped in his seat with his head leaning back and his arm draped over to cover his eyes. You sat down beside him, on his left and close enough that your thigh pressed against the side of his, then carefully pulled his arm away from his face so you could take his hand in yours. Joel blinked his eyes open at you while you carefully began to dab at the gash on his knuckles.

“I’m so sorry.” Joel sighed.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why are you apologizing?” 

“I lost my temper.” He shifted so rather than slumped back he was sitting upright. Joel’s fingers wrapped around the hand holding his up while your other continued to clean his injury. “I never wanted you to see me like that.”

“Joel…”

“When I’m around you,” Joel paused and took in a slow breath, “I get to be one of the best versions of myself. Carefree. Happy. That’s what I want you to see. Not angry or grumpy or stressed⏤ Just… I don’t want…” 

It seemed he couldn’t find the end of his thoughts. You paused in cleaning his wound to just squeeze his hand in reassurance. “I don’t want just the best of you, Joel. I want to know all of you. Good and bad.” Joel’s gaze softened and the way he stared at you, with blatant adoration even the worst of your anxiety couldn’t deny, made your chest fill with warmth. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“How’d I get so lucky to find you, sugar?” Joel asked quietly.

“Easy.” You offered him a smile and shrug, “You left your wallet at home, daddy.”

Joel laughed and the sound of it felt victorious. You liked being able to cheer him up. A knock at the door made you rise from the couch. Joel tried to stop you so he could go, but you brushed away his hand with a chuckle. At the door, a waiter stood holding a bucket filled with ice and a bottle of wine. You took it from him questioningly and walked back into the living space.

“What is it?”

You read the card tied to the side, “‘Please accept this wine as an apology for tonight’s disturbance.’” Your eyes widened and you stared at Joel in shock. “Seriously? You punch a guy and the hotel apologizes to you?” Joel motioned for you to get closer and you walked over to settle back in the seat you had been in. Joel pulled the bottle from the bucket to read it. “You rich people, I swear.”

“Wow. This is a pricey bottle.” Joel hummed. “I don’t know a lot of wines, but Sarah likes this one. I buy it for her every year for her birthday.”

You scooped up some of the ice to set in the rag, a smile on your features. You always loved hearing details of Joel’s home life. It wasn’t like he was hiding anything from you, he spoke freely about his daughters, but every little detail you learned solidified the image of the doting and loving father Joel truly was. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t an extremely attractive trait of his.

With your makeshift ice pack, you shifted in place so you could settle it on his knuckles. Joel hissed at the cold and set the bottle down. His hand was resting in your lap so neither of you had to hold it up and his close proximity was making your heart race.

“You know,” You chuckled, “Nobody’s ever punched someone to defend my honor, like that before. Is it wrong that I kind of liked it?”

“Not wrong.” Joel shook his head. “But you’ve really never had to deal with an asshole like that before?”

You scoffed with a laugh. “I’ve dealt with assholes like him my whole life. I’m a breathing woman who lives in LA. I can’t walk down the street without getting catcalled or yelled at.”

Joel’s brows furrowed in confusion, “You were datin’ someone before me though, right?” You nodded in confirmation. “He never…?”

“Nathan wasn’t big on violence of any kind.” You shook your head. A memory tumbled out from your lips before you could even stop it. “I got groped once at a bar we went to. Some guy grabbed my chest and Nate scolded him and then the two of them started talking about some baseball game.”

“You’re shittin’ me.”

“Nope.”

Joel muttered under his breath a string of curses. His hand slid to rest on your mid thigh and he gave it a comforting squeeze. “I know technically the answer should be non-violence, so I’m probably the bad guy for sayin’ this, but I would’ve ripped that guy’s head off.” Based on what you saw this evening, you believed him, and still you only found comfort in it. “The world’s a goddamn mess and that kid you dated was a coward for not standin’ up for you. That’s the least a man could do for a woman he loves.” You felt your heart skip a beat at his insinuation. Joel didn’t love you. It was way too soon for him to feel any kind of way close to that, but to hear you were in the group of people he cared enough about to protect still made you feel some kind of way yourself. “Not that women can’t protect themselves.” Joel was near ranting now. “I made sure Sarah and Ellie could hold their own. Basic self defense, teachin’ ‘em how to handle a weapon, a kickboxin’ class here or there. But still… The thought that you got assaulted and your ex-boyfriend just thought to be chummy with the guy pisses me the fuck off.”

There was an edge to his voice, and you could see the haunted look of a past memory lingering in his eyes. You melted into the couch, closer to him, and Joel squeezed your thigh once more. “I’m okay, Joel. Everything is fine, and I’m safe. We’re safe.” You lifted the ice pack just enough to give his skin a break from all the cold. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just…” Joel shook his head. “Bad memory.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Joel hesitated for a moment before sighing, “It was a long time ago. I took the girls campin’. Ellie was fourteen. Just a kid. Not even old enough to drive.” His thumb was tracing a line back and forth against your thigh as he recounted his past. “We were settin’ everything up, I looked away for a minute⏤ just a minute⏤ and she was gone. I left Sarah with Tess, called the cops, then Tommy and I were tearin’ apart the woods lookin’ for her.” Joel carried a tension in his shoulders as he spoke and you leaned in closer to him to offer physical reassurance without interrupting him. “I heard Ellie scream. That sound… it’s carved into my very soul. I’ll never forget it. I found her in this beat up RV by the lake. Some sick son of a bitch had snatched her and was tryin’ to…” Joel locked his jaw. Silence settled between the two of you for a moment. Your heart ached for him and it ached for his daughter. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the horror. Joel shook his head finally. “Ellie’s a fighter. She always has been. Arguably to a fault.” He let out a sad chuckle at the praise, but it faded. “She had clawed his face up, broke his finger, hell, she even managed to bite off the upper part of the bastard’s ear… Ellie held him off, and I got there in time. When I saw him though…” Joel squeezed your thigh and this time he didn’t let up. “God, I saw red, darlin’. Ripped him off her and nearly killed him. I would’ve except I heard Ellie cryin’ and I stopped to grab her. Cops showed up around then. Sick bastard was lucky it was the cops and not Tommy. Tommy wouldn’t have stopped me. Not for that.”

“She’s okay? Ellie?” You asked softly.

“Yeah. She’s strong. Stronger than me even.” A flash of pride filled his features while praising his daughter’s strength, “She got that from her mom.” You knew that Joel wasn’t related to Ellie by blood. He had shared that bit of information with you early on when he first told you about his daughters. That was all you knew of the fact though. You didn’t know how Joel knew Ellie’s mom or how she came to be adopted by him. “Since then though, I’ve always had a hair trigger for that kind of shit. More so than I used to. Just brings up bad memories.”

“I could only imagine.” You replied. “I’m so sorry, Joel.” 

“No need for you to be.”

“Still…” You searched for something to say, but there were no words that came to mind. Instead, you rested your head between his shoulder and chest. Joel responded by letting the arm draped on the couch behind you wrap around your own shoulders as his right hand continued to reach across his lap and rest on your thigh. Softly, you spoke, “Sarah and Ellie are lucky to have you.”

Joel gave a small shake of his head, “I’m lucky to have them.”

“Well, then,” You lifted your head just enough to meet his gaze and gave him a tight lipped smile, “I’m lucky to have you.”

“Wrong again.” Joel chuckled and there was a softness in his eyes as he studied your features.

That didn’t feel true to you. It had been so long since you felt protected to this degree. For literal years, you only had yourself to rely on. Of course you always had Nima and Henry at the bake shop, they’d move mountains for you, but the thought of bothering them kept you from ever wanting to ask for too much. However, when Joel took care of you, it never made you feel like a burden. It felt like you could breathe fully and freely for the first time in a long time⏤ as if the concrete blocks once tied to your ankles were gone and you could now stretch your wings and be yourself. 

Your gaze found its way to his lips before bouncing back up to his eyes. The plan had been to gain the courage to close this gap and share that physical intimacy with him, but the two of you seemed to find a different kind of intimacy altogether. You leaned in and rather than kissing him like you had been craving all night, you lightly set your lips against his jawline, in that same spot you had admired earlier in the night, and then laid your head back on his shoulder. You curled in closer into him and Joel wrapped around your once more as if it were simply natural to do so.

“You’re a good man.” You mumbled and listened to the steady thrum of his heart under your ear.

You felt Joel suck in a sharp, shaky breath and hold it. Eternity seemed to pass before he slowly breathed out. Joel turned his head, you could feel him moving, and he pressed a kiss to your hairline⏤ lingering there with his lips to your skin as he mumbled, “No, sugar. I’m really not.”

There was an underlying tone to his words you didn't recognize, but there was nothing that could convince you otherwise of your beliefs. You were lucky to have Joel in your life, and he was a good man.

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💋Transfer Proof💋

Joel x Fem Reader (1.4k WC) (18+ MDNI!!)

Summary: You needed a way to test out a new lipstick that claimed to be transfer proof. You knew just how you were going to.

Warnings: Smut (obvi), PWP, deepthroating, cum eating, submissive Joel, slight begging?

AN: Hello my bees! I’m obviously back again with late night Joel brainrot because who else consumes my brain this late. 😮‍💨 This is very loosely proofread, sorry. Almost scrapped this idea before a rush of inspiration finally arrived 😅 I really hope you enjoy! As I’m still new to writing and posting fics on here, I’d appreciate any feedback!! I love you all sooooo much! Thanks for reading! 😊

SMUT UNDER THE CUT! MDNI!!

For a while, you had been needing some new makeup. Your stash at home was running low. Even worse, you had a party to go to next week with Joel and there was no way you could salvage anything from your dwindling supply. So that morning you kissed Joel goodbye and headed off to a cosmetics store.

You sighed as you pulled into the parking lot, stepping out of your car and into the makeup store. You were familiar to the place, the usual top 100 billboard hits playing, the bright lights pointing in every which direction, and the deals that were plastered on every wall.

You looked around for a while, grabbing your usual items. Before you checked out, you saw a brand you enjoyed release a new line of lipsticks.

‘Matte and Transfer proof’ it read. You narrowed your eyes at the product. Every time a lipstick claimed to be transfer proof you were met with the disappointment of it fading throughout the day. You shrugged, knowing you’d regret not getting it later if it was actually transfer proof.

You found a shade that you thought beautifully complemented your undertone and smiled. You then placed your items to be checked out and had a silent victory when the cashier offered you a discount.

Walking to your car, you thought about ways to test the lipstick.

You could always just kiss the back of your hand after it dried, but you’d done that before and it wasn’t always the most accurate testing.

Maybe you could go out to eat with Joel and see how the lipstick held up then? No, you didn’t want to be seen with smudged makeup in public.

You huffed and got into your car, deciding you’d figure it out at home.

Once you got home, you engulfed Joel into a hug.

“How’d it go, darlin?” He rubbed your back in a soothing way, looking at you with admiration.

“Fine, got my usual. How’ve you been here?” You caressed his cheek, scratching his scruffy beard.

“Missin’ you.” He kissed you softly, pulling your waist closer to his body and letting out a content hum.

You snickered before pushing him away, rolling your eyes playfully and walking into the bathroom to place your new items in your makeup bag.

You zipped open your bag and unwrapped your usual items, throwing out the empty ones. Your hand got to the bottom of the shopping bag and pulled out the lipstick you had decided get at the last second.

You eyed it for a moment before taking off the plastic covering around the product. You took the cap off of the lipstick and admired the beautiful color you had picked.

You swiped the product on your bottom lip before smushing your lips together and rubbing the product in. With a pop, you admired how the shade sat on your lips with a soft smile.

You added a touch of extra makeup on your face in order not to look a little silly with just lipstick on.

Tilting your head from side to side, you checked yourself out, quickly getting used to the color. The dress that you’d picked out would pair with this lipstick like a dream.

After a while of looking into the mirror, you noticed it had dried down.

‘Matte and Transfer Proof’ You remembered.

“Sweetheart?” Joel’s raspy voice could be heard along with the knocking at your door.

“Come here, sweetheart. Our show is on.” He knocked once more before walking back to the living room, flopping down on the couch.

That’s when the idea hit you.

You knew exactly how you were going to test this lipstick out.

A couple moments later, you walked out of your room, the makeup still adorning your features. Joel was content to see you walking towards him. He quirked a curious brow at you before speaking.

“What’s got you all dolled up, baby?” He smiled, patting the space next to him. You rolled your eyes playfully, not responding to him. Joel’s legs were spread apart, his arms resting on the couch. He looked so damn sexy.

You then got down on your knees between his legs and began to unbuck—

“W-Woah! The hell you doin’?” Joel scrambled to grab your hands with a cherry red blush painted on his face.

“Wanna test somethin’ out.” You stated and shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You swatted his hands away and continued to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his jeans like you had done a thousand times before.

Joel was an utter mess underneath you, sputtering and stuttering as you reached his boxers.

Did Joel know what the hell was going on?

No.

Was he going to stop you?

Fuck no.

You pulled down his boxers just enough so his already hard cock could spring out. You then spat on the twitching dick, lubing it up.

You gave him a couple of quick strokes before licking a long stripe from his trimmed base to his leaking tip. He groaned as you kitten licked his tip a couple times. Finally, you wrapped your lips around his length.

You bobbed your head up and down him, a mixture of pre-cum and spit collecting around your mouth. You made sure the filthy mix was spread evenly around your mouth as you continued to take him down your throat.

Joel was panting and groaning as you continued sucking him off. Joel had always been the dominant one during your intimate moments, ordering you to do certain things, move certain ways, say certain things. It turned him on to see you so helpless underneath him, babbling incoherent things as he fucked you dumb.

But as you continued to suck him off, the pornographic sounds of your gagging, and how your nose touched the base of his cock, he realized that maybe he liked being under your control.

Fuck it.

He fucking loved it.

He let you take control as you slurped his dick perfectly. You wrapped your hand around his cock tightly and began to pump. Your mouth trailed down to his exposed balls that were filled with cum, waiting to be spurted out in thick ropes. Your mouth latched onto one of them, hollowing your cheeks as you had done with his cock. You sucked on it as Joel was turning into putty underneath you.

“Fuuuucck, baby. God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop—shit.” Joel threw his head back in pleasure, his hands gripping the leather couch.

“Baby, please. I need-I need you.”

Joel begged as he rose his head up to make eye contact with you. You simply shook your head, slipping him out of your mouth with a pop that made him whine.

“Nah. I’m testing something.” You repeated, taking him back into your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down, gagging and gargling on him. You could hear his groans shift and his cock start to twitch feverishly in your mouth. These were the telltale signs that he was close, so you hollowed your cheeks, taking him in deeper.

“Just like that darlin’, please. I’m gonna cum—fuck yes.” Joel whimpered as your tongue swiveled around his tip every time your head bobbed up.

At last, he came, warm stripes of white bliss filling your mouth. You heard Joel let out a pathetic groan as he came, his breath faltering a bit. You licked your lips and swallowed, getting up from your spot between his legs. You pulled out your phone and pressed on the camera app, a reflection of yourself popping up on the screen. Your eyes widened and a smile showed on your face as you saw the gorgeous color you’d picked out still painting your lips. You grinned and sat down next to Joel, watching the remaining of your long forgotten show as if nothing had happened.

Joel was panting, his breath still irregular as his soft cock poked out of his jeans. He was in pure euphoria at the way you had just…used him. He let out a breathy laugh as he stuffed his length back into his jeans. Joel thought about a couple things.

One, he absolutely was going to have you take control more often.

Two, he had it bad for you. Worse than he thought.

Three, he was going to buy you every lipstick he saw from now on.

Four, he loved being your little test subject.

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💋Transfer Proof💋

Joel x Fem Reader (1.4k WC) (18+ MDNI!!)

Summary: You needed a way to test out a new lipstick that claimed to be transfer proof. You knew just how you were going to.

Warnings: Smut (obvi), PWP, deepthroating, cum eating, submissive Joel, slight begging?

AN: Hello my bees! I’m obviously back again with late night Joel brainrot because who else consumes my brain this late. 😮‍💨 This is very loosely proofread, sorry. Almost scrapped this idea before a rush of inspiration finally arrived 😅 I really hope you enjoy! As I’m still new to writing and posting fics on here, I’d appreciate any feedback!! I love you all sooooo much! Thanks for reading! 😊

SMUT UNDER THE CUT! MDNI!!

For a while, you had been needing some new makeup. Your stash at home was running low. Even worse, you had a party to go to next week with Joel and there was no way you could salvage anything from your dwindling supply. So that morning you kissed Joel goodbye and headed off to a cosmetics store.

You sighed as you pulled into the parking lot, stepping out of your car and into the makeup store. You were familiar to the place, the usual top 100 billboard hits playing, the bright lights pointing in every which direction, and the deals that were plastered on every wall.

You looked around for a while, grabbing your usual items. Before you checked out, you saw a brand you enjoyed release a new line of lipsticks.

‘Matte and Transfer proof’ it read. You narrowed your eyes at the product. Every time a lipstick claimed to be transfer proof you were met with the disappointment of it fading throughout the day. You shrugged, knowing you’d regret not getting it later if it was actually transfer proof.

You found a shade that you thought beautifully complemented your undertone and smiled. You then placed your items to be checked out and had a silent victory when the cashier offered you a discount.

Walking to your car, you thought about ways to test the lipstick.

You could always just kiss the back of your hand after it dried, but you’d done that before and it wasn’t always the most accurate testing.

Maybe you could go out to eat with Joel and see how the lipstick held up then? No, you didn’t want to be seen with smudged makeup in public.

You huffed and got into your car, deciding you’d figure it out at home.

Once you got home, you engulfed Joel into a hug.

“How’d it go, darlin?” He rubbed your back in a soothing way, looking at you with admiration.

“Fine, got my usual. How’ve you been here?” You caressed his cheek, scratching his scruffy beard.

“Missin’ you.” He kissed you softly, pulling your waist closer to his body and letting out a content hum.

You snickered before pushing him away, rolling your eyes playfully and walking into the bathroom to place your new items in your makeup bag.

You zipped open your bag and unwrapped your usual items, throwing out the empty ones. Your hand got to the bottom of the shopping bag and pulled out the lipstick you had decided get at the last second.

You eyed it for a moment before taking off the plastic covering around the product. You took the cap off of the lipstick and admired the beautiful color you had picked.

You swiped the product on your bottom lip before smushing your lips together and rubbing the product in. With a pop, you admired how the shade sat on your lips with a soft smile.

You added a touch of extra makeup on your face in order not to look a little silly with just lipstick on.

Tilting your head from side to side, you checked yourself out, quickly getting used to the color. The dress that you’d picked out would pair with this lipstick like a dream.

After a while of looking into the mirror, you noticed it had dried down.

‘Matte and Transfer Proof’ You remembered.

“Sweetheart?” Joel’s raspy voice could be heard along with the knocking at your door.

“Come here, sweetheart. Our show is on.” He knocked once more before walking back to the living room, flopping down on the couch.

That’s when the idea hit you.

You knew exactly how you were going to test this lipstick out.

A couple moments later, you walked out of your room, the makeup still adorning your features. Joel was content to see you walking towards him. He quirked a curious brow at you before speaking.

“What’s got you all dolled up, baby?” He smiled, patting the space next to him. You rolled your eyes playfully, not responding to him. Joel’s legs were spread apart, his arms resting on the couch. He looked so damn sexy.

You then got down on your knees between his legs and began to unbuck—

“W-Woah! The hell you doin’?” Joel scrambled to grab your hands with a cherry red blush painted on his face.

“Wanna test somethin’ out.” You stated and shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You swatted his hands away and continued to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his jeans like you had done a thousand times before.

Joel was an utter mess underneath you, sputtering and stuttering as you reached his boxers.

Did Joel know what the hell was going on?

No.

Was he going to stop you?

Fuck no.

You pulled down his boxers just enough so his already hard cock could spring out. You then spat on the twitching dick, lubing it up.

You gave him a couple of quick strokes before licking a long stripe from his trimmed base to his leaking tip. He groaned as you kitten licked his tip a couple times. Finally, you wrapped your lips around his length.

You bobbed your head up and down him, a mixture of pre-cum and spit collecting around your mouth. You made sure the filthy mix was spread evenly around your mouth as you continued to take him down your throat.

Joel was panting and groaning as you continued sucking him off. Joel had always been the dominant one during your intimate moments, ordering you to do certain things, move certain ways, say certain things. It turned him on to see you so helpless underneath him, babbling incoherent things as he fucked you dumb.

But as you continued to suck him off, the pornographic sounds of your gagging, and how your nose touched the base of his cock, he realized that maybe he liked being under your control.

Fuck it.

He fucking loved it.

He let you take control as you slurped his dick perfectly. You wrapped your hand around his cock tightly and began to pump. Your mouth trailed down to his exposed balls that were filled with cum, waiting to be spurted out in thick ropes. Your mouth latched onto one of them, hollowing your cheeks as you had done with his cock. You sucked on it as Joel was turning into putty underneath you.

“Fuuuucck, baby. God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop—shit.” Joel threw his head back in pleasure, his hands gripping the leather couch.

“Baby, please. I need-I need you.”

Joel begged as he rose his head up to make eye contact with you. You simply shook your head, slipping him out of your mouth with a pop that made him whine.

“Nah. I’m testing something.” You repeated, taking him back into your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down, gagging and gargling on him. You could hear his groans shift and his cock start to twitch feverishly in your mouth. These were the telltale signs that he was close, so you hollowed your cheeks, taking him in deeper.

“Just like that darlin’, please. I’m gonna cum—fuck yes.” Joel whimpered as your tongue swiveled around his tip every time your head bobbed up.

At last, he came, warm stripes of white bliss filling your mouth. You heard Joel let out a pathetic groan as he came, his breath faltering a bit. You licked your lips and swallowed, getting up from your spot between his legs. You pulled out your phone and pressed on the camera app, a reflection of yourself popping up on the screen. Your eyes widened and a smile showed on your face as you saw the gorgeous color you’d picked out still painting your lips. You grinned and sat down next to Joel, watching the remaining of your long forgotten show as if nothing had happened.

Joel was panting, his breath still irregular as his soft cock poked out of his jeans. He was in pure euphoria at the way you had just…used him. He let out a breathy laugh as he stuffed his length back into his jeans. Joel thought about a couple things.

One, he absolutely was going to have you take control more often.

Two, he had it bad for you. Worse than he thought.

Three, he was going to buy you every lipstick he saw from now on.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us #joel miller smut #joel tlou #joel the last of us

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i just had a literal vision for a smut i want to write for joel and im actually praying no one has done this before 🫠

#joel miller #im going insane #i cant wait to post it #hopefullyitdoesntflop

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☆ Dating Joel would include…☆

sfw + nsfw headcannons!

having major writers block on love at first fight so takes these, my bees ♡. (literally just Joel brain rot and not proof read 😓) take care my bees! i love you all so much!

SFW

Soft mornings consisting of quiet mumbles and lazy kisses. Joel would have his arm wrapped around your frame tightly along with your head pressed against his chest. You both would sleep in. Usually, you’d both be awake very early, but none of you would dare to move. You and Joel would just enjoy the comforting presence of one another, listening to the other person breath and shift slightly to get impossibly closer to the other.

On mornings that Joel was on duty for patrol, he’d have to force himself out of under the warm covers. You’d been awake ever since you heard the sounds of his big dumb boots walking around. When Joel came over to your ‘sleeping’ body to give your forehead a goodbye peck, you urged him to stay in bed and tell Tommy to find another guy. With a chuckle, he gives you a soft kiss on your forehead, telling you to stay safe out of habit.

If you were paired with Joel on morning patrols, he’d be the one begging you both to stay in bed.

“Darlin’, Tommy can find a replacement. Don’t feel like worryin myself over your pretty little head today.” Joel grumbled into your neck, as he pulled himself closer to you, a silent plea to stay.

“I can take care of myself, Joel.” You snicker at his clingy attitude and try to peel yourself off out of his strong arms.

You both would stand in the mirror together, getting ready. Comfortable silence only broken by the sound of the faucet running, fell between you two as you both freshened up. As you slipped on your boots, he’d wrap his arms around your midriff. He would whisper sweet nothings into your ear about how beautiful you look that morning until you had to force him off of you with a laugh.

On quiet evenings with Joel, you both would almost always resort to a movie night. Joel liked to be handsy with you, claiming that your body was practically molded for him. You’d pop a bowl of popcorn on the stove before returning to him, plopping down on the couch. Joel threw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. As the movie progressed, Joel would rub comforting shapes onto your shoulder. You eventually fall into his lap, soft snores escaping filling the room. You woke up the next morning, puzzled on how you ended up in bed.

On evenings with Ellie, the three of you would play board games. Ellie’s favorite was UNO. Probably because she was a master, no matter who shuffled the cards.

Ellie would pridefully set down a +2 card and with a smug face, turn to Joel. “Go ooon.”

Joel would grumble something inappropriate and snatch two cards from the deck as you and Ellie snickered at the disapproving man.

“Uno!” You’d shout with a giggle as Ellie pouted. Joel would bite his cheek to prevent a grin of amusement as his turn came back around after Ellie’s. Joel made eye contact with you as he nonchalantly placed a +4 card.

You slammed your card down on the table and threw your head back in frustration. Joel covered his mouth with his hand to stifle a laugh as you muttered multiple curses, picking up four cards.

Ellie would eventually win the game, leaving you and Joel to grovel together as the teen added another tally mark to the chalkboard, keeping score of your game nights.

Joel would enjoy rambling to you about music. You’d sit and listen, occasionally nodding your head to a point he’d make. You’d find yourself invested in whatever was spewing from his mouth. His silky, deep voice almost had you falling asleep as he talked about his guitar.

Joel loved to play his guitar for you, humming the lyrics to the song he played as you practically beamed.

NSFW

Praise, Praise, Praise. He’d be underneath you, chest heaving as you’d bounce on his length. He would grumble words of praise as your moans filled the room.

“That’s it baby, just like that—fuck. Doin’ so well f’me, sweetheart.”

When your thighs eventually gave out on you, he’d pull your body down towards his, wrapping his arms around you. He’d begin slipping himself in and out of you at an unrelenting pace. Your screams would be muffled in the crook of his neck as he whispered into your ear.

“Such a good girl, takin’ all of me so well. It’s okay baby, let go, I gotcha. God, you’re so fuckin’ tight baby—fuck.”

You’d let your release consume you first, thighs shaking as you moaned his name like it was the only word you had ever known.

You’d eventually feel the familiar warmth of him filling you up not long after, the two of you catching your breaths.

Joel didn’t exactly like to degrade you as often, he was too afraid of hurting you.

Of course he wouldn’t deny you if you ever ask for anything more aggressive, smirking and dragging you to the bed.

“Such a slut huh? Wantin’ me to punish you? Hm? You need me to ruin you, baby?”

You’d nod dumbly as he ripped your clothes to shreds.

Joel liked taking you in any place he could. The kitchen counter, the bathroom, the couch, anywhere where he could get a comfortable position with you.

Hell, you couldn’t name a place you hadn’t fucked in off the top of your head.

Joel is an ass man. Fight me.

The two of you would often go to Tommy’s weekly dinner get togethers. Joel would have to hold back a groan as you went to serve yourself food, your plump ass begging to be bent over and ruined.

His eyes would be on you all dinner, his appetite for actual food ruined. He’d blink dumbly as he didn’t realize you’d ask him a question.

“Huh? Yeah, sure darlin’.”

The entire table snickered and Tommy gave him a knowing wink.

When you both arrived home he dragged you to the bedroom, pushing you onto the bed, with a look of hunger in his eyes that you knew all too well.

“The hell you doin’ to me out there darlin’? Wearin’ these slutty, tight pants? Thinkin’ I wouldn’t notice?” Joel pats your rear with a little force behind it, tilting your head up with his other hand.

You’d bite down on your lip, holding back a smirk.

“Oh you think this is funny?” Joel spoke in a firm tone. He then aggressively pulled down your pants to your ankles, pushing your panties to the side and sinking a finger into your wet heat.

Your whimpers filled the room as he slipped another finger in. Your heat warmly accepted every finger that he slipped in.

“P-Please Joel. Need you to fill me up.” You begged.

Joel smiled as he slipped his fingers out of you and unbuckled his belt. His angry cock immediately springing up as he pulled the waistband of his boxers down under his balls.

He teased your hole with the tip of his cock before sinking in. You’d cry out, every inch stretching you out perfectly.

He’d immediately set a rough pace, making you cry out in both pain and pleasure. He’d sink his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his groans.

The sounds of skin slapping and your moans were almost pornographic as it filled your ears.

“Let go baby, let go, I got you. C’mon—oh fuck.” Joel began rubbing your clit. That’s what sent you over, your moans growing louder as Joel fucked you through your orgasm, your quivering thighs held tightly by him.

He quickly came after you, a loud groan escaping his mouth.

Joel loved to take care of you after relentlessly ruining your hole. He’d press a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering how great you were.

He’d return with a towel, cleaning up the mess you had made. You whimpered every time the rough material came in contact with your bundle of nerves.

He’d slip his shirt on your naked form, opening his arms for you as you snuggled against his chest.

He’d sigh, petting your head as you both succumbed to your sleepiness.

Before you both fell asleep, he whispered.

“I love you.”

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Love at First Fight.(Part 2)

Joel Miller x Fem Reader, (WC: 2k)

AN: hello again my bees! ive been having a lot of fun writing this in my free time, and i think im going to start posting on here more! if you have any suggestions or prompts you’d like me to write dont hesitate to send me an ask my loves <333 thats all from me, enjoy!

warnings: descriptions of gore, cursing, slow burn, mentions of age gap?, enemies to lovers, consumption of juice (drink responsibly!!)

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You were always a heavy sleeper before the outbreak. Sleeping in till noon on weekends, your alarm waking everyone else up but you, and no matter how much sleep you got; you always ended up tired.

This world wasn’t fit for people like that. Swift movement and quick escapes had forced you to drastically change your habits in order to survive.

You quickly awoke to the sound of heavy feet shuffling inside the poor excuse of a cave you collectively decided to rest in. Peeking over your shoulder, you found Joel brewing some coffee.

You rubbed your eyes and let out a yawn, giving a curt nod to Joel who obviously didn’t return it.

Jerk .

You rolled your eyes and got out of your sleeping bag, stretching. Joel watched you like a hawk as you walked over towards him. You stared at his coffee.

“Can I-“

“No.” He cut you off before you could finish.

“You don’t have to be such a dick. I’m one of you now.” You glared at him.

“You’re only here because the kid practically begged me to let you stay.” He pointed at Ellie’s sleeping body inside of her sleeping bag, looking all cozy.

“Otherwise I’d have killed you on the spot.” He continued, his piercing gaze was filled with disdain.

Who the hell did he think he was? You guys had just met, and he decides to treat you no better than an infected! You wondered if he was always like this or if the outbreak had really changed him.

“You don’t scare me.” You shot back, standing your ground.

“I should.” He practically spat at you angrily.

“Can you two stop flirting so loud? I’m trying to sleep.” Ellie spoke in a groggy voice, pointing between the two of you.

“We’re not-“ You started.

“I don’t care. Just don’t suck faces in front of me.” Ellie smirked at you and rubbed her eyes. What was it with people cutting you off today?

You groaned, shaking your head before walking over to your bag. You were voided of your weapons, courtesy of the old man, only having a knife to defend yourself with.

Pulling the heavy bag onto your shoulders, you watched as Ellie got up and started her playful banter with Joel.

“Enough. Let’s head out.” Joel looked at Ellie, ignoring you completely.

You sighed and followed Joel, Ellie waiting for you like the angel she is.

Today was going to be a long day.

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You kept silent most of the walk, listening intently as Ellie rambled on about some cards she liked to collect. As she spoke, you glanced over at Joel who seemed like he would rather be anywhere else in the world than with the two of you. You wondered how this girl had put up with his attitude.

Ellie followed your eyes to the direction of Joel and she let out a giggle.

“Don’t mind the old man, he’ll warm up to you soon enough. He was just like this with me when we first met, and now we’re like…best friends. Right Joel?” Ellie grinned as she glanced at Joel.

“Shut up.” Joel didn’t spare her a look.

“See? Practically attached at the hip.” Ellie’s humor made you chuckle to yourself and ruffle her hair.

Your eyes locked with Joel. You tried to see what were in those eyes. Hurt? Anger? You almost felt bad for him.

“Hellooo?” Ellie shook your arm trying to grab your attention.

“Uh, yeah?” You snapped out of your thoughts, staring at the girl.

Ellie smirked, an idea crossing her mind.

She ran a couple steps ahead of you and Joel, leaving the two of you to walk side by side.

“I’m gonna go up here!” Ellie glanced back at you two, both you and Joel looking very unamused.

The atmosphere was thick with tension.

You were the one to try and break it.

“So…where are you from?” You shot a glance at Joel, who was of course ignoring you.

“Okay, uhm, how’d you end up with the kid?”

Joel kept his pace not even sparing you as much as a look.

“I don’t understand why you have to be such a jerk. You barely know me!” You whisper yelled at him, your anger rising.

“You answered your own question.” He spoke sternly, continuing to walk forward.

“You should get to know me before you judge me! You’re such a dick. I’ve been trying to be nice and all you want to do is brush me—“

“Texas.”

“What?” You blinked.

“Texas. I’m from Texas.”

You sighed, exasperated.

“Yeah, I figured with your thick accent, cowboy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sure thing, cowboy.”

You shot him a glance, which he returned with annoyance.

“Hey guys! I think I see a town up ahead!”

Ellie interrupted your ‘friendly’ conversation.

Joel quickened his steps to catch up to her as did you.

Joel scanned over the neighborhood, seeing if any of the houses looked good enough to scavenge. After finding one, he nodded his head towards it to signal you and Ellie to follow him.

He kicked down the door and has his shotgun out as soon as the door fell. You felt weak as your hand gripped the knife that Joel had so graciously allowed you to keep.

Suddenly, the sound of yelling runners alerted the three of you. You pushed Ellie behind yourself out of instinct and ran up to one. Joel was wrestling with one before breaking its skull open with the back of his gun. You plunged your knife in one’s head repeatedly, before it fell down. You checked to see if Ellie was alright, but her eyes were filled with fear as she screamed at you.

“Watch out!”

You were tackled by one that had gotten the jump on you. It’s disgusting, mutilated face growled at you as it pounced on you. Your knife was right next to you, but taking one hand off of the infected would leave it to overpower you. You struggled against it when all of a sudden a large hand threw the infected against the wall, relieving you from the heavy weight.

Joel punched the runner’s head repeatedly. It was already limp, it’s head spewing out brains and other bodily fluids. Joel kept punching it, grunts escaping his mouth as he turned the infected’s head to mush. You were on your hands, catching your breath and watching Joel beat the once human, to a pulp. Once Joel was satisfied, he exhaled hard.

He turned to look at you.

“Are you bit?” Joel’s eyes were deranged. He looked like a madman.

“No.” You quickly responded.

“Good. Let’s look around for anything useful.” Joel acted as if he didn’t just commit an inhuman act of violence.

It intrigued you even more.

You got up and wiped the dirt off of you as you lead Ellie with you to check for supplies.

You didn’t end up finding much. A couple cans of food and a half full bottle of alcohol.

What you did end up finding that peaked your interest the most, was a bottle of wine.

You quickly shoved it in your pack before following Joel and Ellie.

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You three had basically checked all of the houses in the small neighborhood, only a couple run ins with some runners and a single clicker.

Ellie had her sights set on one of the houses you guys had checked out. She wanted to stay in it for the night. Through non-stop nagging, Joel finally gave in.

Walking into the home, you looked at a framed photo of a family. Silently, you apologized to the family that used to live here and thanked them for their shelter. You had a feeling they weren’t around anymore.

“I call the upstairs bedroom! Don’t get too loud down here you two!” Ellie ran up the stairs and you and Joel could both hear her slam the door shut.

You and Joel shared a look as there was of course, only one bedroom downstairs. With one bed.

Of course.

Of. Fucking. Course.

“I’ll take the couch.” Joel grunted as he moved to sleep on the couch.

“Cut the bullshit Joel. The bed is big enough for both of us. We’re adults.” You looked over at him and he shrugged as he picked up his things to go to the bedroom you both were about to share.

As he sat down, he slipped off his boots.

Meanwhile, you took out the bottle of wine you had been saving in your pack. You popped the cork off and took a swig, savoring the taste.

Joel eyed you curiously as you drank the liquid. You could feel his gaze on you. He held out his hand for you to pass the bottle.

“What’s the magic word?” You smirked.

“Just give it.” He let out an annoyed gruff.

“Uh-uh. I shouldn’t. You didn’t share your coffee with me this morning. Say the magic word.” You teased.

“…”

“The offer is going away quickly. Going once, going twice-“

“Please.”

You giggled and handed the bottle to him.

“That’s more like it.”

He took a huge swig of the bottle and let out a content sigh.

“Good find.” He spoke.

“The Joel Miller complimenting me? I must be dreaming.” You spoke with sarcasm, taking the bottle and gulping down another sum.

“Shut up.” He grunted.

You both continued to share the bottle for a while and for the first time, there was little tension in the room.

Even though the wine must have been years old, you felt the familiar feeling of alcohol oozing in your veins. You felt a little bold.

“Sooo. What’s your story?”

“Don’t matter.” He stared at the wall in front of you both.

“Well it does to me. Speak up. I’m listening.” You waited for an answer that never came.

“Fine, fine. Touchy subject. Sorry. What will you share will me?” You sighed, your vision a little distorted.

“I’m just trying to survive. Along with the kid. S’all you need to know.” Joel huffed.

“Well, you don’t gotta be a stranger. I’m here.” You tried to comfort him.

You knew for a fact that he was a broken man. Probably had a family before the outbreak. You could tell by the way he would lovingly stare at Ellie like she was his reason to keep going. She probably was. The way he would suddenly get broody when Ellie would ask you questions about your account of outbreak day. Of course, you’d never pry the information out of the man, however much of a dick he is, he didn’t deserve it. No one did. Though it had been years since the outbreak, the grief never did go away. Neither did the memories.

Unbeknownst to you while you were lost in your head, Joel had already fallen asleep, snoring softly with your wine bottle in his hand.

He looked so at peace. The familiar crease of his brow no longer present. The scowl that was usually plastered on his face was gone, replaced with a calm expression.

You took the time to admire his features for once.

He by no means was young, but that didn’t make him any less handsome.

The way his hair fell perfectly into curls, his strong nose bridge, and prominent brow bone made you stare even longer.

If only he wasn’t such a dick.

You soon passed out next to him as well, both of your legs tangled together, and his arms slightly holding your waist.

Another day awaited you tomorrow.

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Love at First Fight. (Part 1)

Joel Miller x fem reader, 1.5k

warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, slow burn, enemies to lovers

AN: hello my bees! this is my first ever, EVER, writing on here, so forgive me if this isn’t exactly the best. ive been wanting to write on here for the longest time! thank you for reading this and i hope you enjoy! please leave any feedback in the comments! id love to improve my writing! bye!

The sound of heavy boots clunking against the wooden floor echoed throughout the empty house.

You had been scavenging for food or supplies. You were low on both, and the harsh winter was on its way.

You heard the sound of silent but audible whispers along with footsteps. Slowly, you drew your gun and aimed it at the direction of the sound, intently listening for any cue to fire.

That is, until you heard a click behind your head.

“Don’t move.”

The voice of a child spoke behind you.

You immediately froze and your eyes darted around all directions to see if your peripheral vision would allow you to see who was threatening to blow your head to pieces.

“Joel!” The child yelled.

The familiar sound of the heavy boots against the wood alerted you to the direction in which the man was coming from.

You spoke in a firm voice, unwavering.

“You don’t want to do this, kid.”

The child pressed the gun to your lower back, making you hiss.

The long awaited man that the child had called now stood in front of you. The girl stopped pressing the gun against your back and stood next to the man, looking minuscule compared to him.

He was tall, with scruffy salt and pepper hair, and an uneven patchy beard. You could tell from his eye bags that he hadn’t slept in days.

The apocalypse had definitely taken a toll on him. As it did everyone. As it did you.

Hell, you’d probably find the man in front of you handsome if it weren’t for the large shotgun in his hands.

“Put your gun down.” The man spoke in a threatening tone.

You stood there, glaring at the man.

“So what? You can kill me? Fuck that. Get out of my place. I was here first.” You spat out.

The man walked up to you, pointing the shotgun to your head.

“You don’t get to argue with me.”

You threw the gun on the floor.

His eyes, which were swimming with hatred, stared at you. He looked you up and down.

“And your knife.”

You grunted as you threw your knife on the floor as well, a metal clanging sound echoing through the tension filled structure.

The man, who’s name you assumed was Joel based on how the girl called him, opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped.

The eerie sound of a clicker. He swiftly turned you around and pushed your back with the shotgun, urging you to move.

You reluctantly complied, crouching.

Click, Click, Click.

Silent nods were exchanged between Joel and the child. Joel moved as quietly as he could with his big, dumb feet. He went up behind the infected and plunged a knife into it’s deformed head. Immediately, it rang out in pain, before falling to the floor. Joel sighed, beginning to walk back to the child and you. That was until a stalker came up behind him and tackled him. His shotgun was on the floor, inches away, but unreachable with his current situation.

You saw your forgotten gun on the floor, and quietly crawled to reach for it.

A converse stepped on your hand and whisper yelled.

“Joel’ll kill you if he sees you!”

Your eye twitched and without thinking, you grabbed the child’s leg and flipped her over, making sure not to hurt her too bad. Reaching for your gun, you clicked it and ran over to Joel.

Bang.

The stalker quit it’s rampage and became limp on top of Joel.

Joel pushed the dead infected off of him.

The man got up and wiped the brains off of him. Staring at you, and then snapping his head back at the child who was on the floor staring at you both, he snatched your gun away.

“You’re welcome.” Your sarcasm laced voice rang out.

He grumbled and then helped the child up.

Whispers of debate could be heard, the child speaking at a quick pace.

Joel was obviously having some sort of disagreement with the child.

“No, Ellie. We can’t take her. Just because she killed some infected, that doesn’t make her useful. She could be dangerous. I’m being nice lettin’ her go.”

The child, Ellie, spoke.

“Cmon man! She’s like, badass! She saved your ass! You should be thanking her! She can’t be on her own. She could protect me!”

Joel pinched his nose bridge and grumbled.

“No. She’s too much of a liability. She’s gone this far on her own, she can handle herself.”

You watched as the two of them decided your fate as if you weren’t there. Clearing your throat, you spoke.

“Hey, the kid’s right. I am badass. And I could protect her. Hell, only reason I saved you was because I didn’t want her to lose her dad.”

“He’s not my dad.”

“I’m not her dad.”

They simultaneously spoke.

“Okay, then.” You awkwardly shifted. “Well you obviously care about her. Let me help. Been needing to find a group anyways.”

Joel sighed as if it physically pained him to speak.

“One wrong move…”

“Uh huh. I know.” You held your hand out for your gun.

Joel quirked his eyebrow up at you and shook his head.

“No. You get this.” He threw your knife at you.

You rolled your eyes but complied.

“Where are we headed?” You grabbed your things, following after the two as they began to walk in front of you and out of the house.

Joel didn’t answer, instead the little girl did, who you were obviously growing more fond of.

“To find his brother. Thinks he’s in some sort of danger.”

You nodded, taking in the girls appearance. You didn’t think this world would have room for a kid. Scratch that, this WAS no place for a child. What made this case different?

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A couple hours later, you found your legs aching. The three of you had been hiking for a good chunk of time and your calves screamed at you for rest. Most of the walk was silent from Joel’s side, but Ellie had been breaking the ice with an occasional question or pun. You’d learned that the girl was fond of cheesy jokes and witty humor. You could also see that the girl was aching as well, letting out a muttered curse now and then.

You spoke your first words to the man whom you hadn’t spoken to in hours.

“So, aren’t we gonna rest up? The sun is setting and me and the kid are both tired.”

Ellie nodded in agreement, her eyes lighting up at the sound of some much needed rest.

Joel shot a glare at you.

“And where do you suggest we rest?” His question was obviously laced with sarcasm which made your blood boil. You scanned around your area and pointed at a nearby cave that seemed safe enough. Your smug face watched as Joel reluctantly pushed Ellie along to where you had pointed without uttering a single word to you.

Arriving at the cave, you set your things down, nose scrunched up due to some foul odor that was in the cave.

“Both of you rest. I’ll keep watch. We have a long day tomorrow.” Joel muttered to the two of you.

You rolled out a sleeping bag that was in your backpack onto the rock solid floor. Slipping into the half cozy material, you let out a sigh.

What the hell were you doing here? Following a kid and a grandpa out of no where? No plan, no idea where you’re headed? This had got to be one of the worst ideas you’d ever had. This was stupid. You were going to get yourself killed, and no one would—

“Hey.” The little girl’s voice whispered towards you. You rolled over in your sleeping bag to meet her gaze. She was smirking for some odd reason.

“Why did the picture go to jail?” Ellie asked, almost genuinely.

“Uh, I don’t know?” You replied with a half confused tone.

“Because it was framed.” She snickered as she revealed the answer, causing you to snort in amusement.

“Very funny.” You smiled genuinely at the girl. Seeing her get all giddy and giggly at a simple joke made you rethink everything.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Maybe you could finally find something to live for in this cruel world.

“That was awful.” Joel’s deep voice rung out as he looked back at Ellie and you, both snickering.

“Bet you can’t come up with something better, party pooper.” You grinned as you spoke to the man.

Joel looked almost amused as he shot back at you.

“Why don’t cannibals eat clowns?” He returned your smug look from earlier, and waited for your answer.

“Because they taste funny.” You smirked.

Joel grumbled a curse and glared at you before muttering something along the lines of ‘Go to bed already.’

You and Ellie both giggled and the little girl rolled in her own sleeping bag.

“Night!” She whispered towards you and Joel.

“Night.” Both you and Joel’s voice mixed.

Rolling around in your sleeping bag and squeezing your eyes shut, you began to let your mind wander once again.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

Just maybe.

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