#DBF 80s

[david-bowie-flowers]

(1983)

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I Wanna See You Beggin’

Summary: Joel Miller is your dad’s best friend, you knew it was wrong, you knew it would only cause trouble but you couldn’t help the way you ached for the man. (Title is from I Hate Myself for Loving You — Joan Jett & The Blackhearts) 6.9k words. I’m sorry.

Characters: dbf!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, no minors as it’s just a big ol’ load of smut… praise kink (use of ‘good girl’ a lot), p in v sex, unprotected (be sensible and wrap before u tap, pls), age gap (reader is mid twenties, Joel would be in his late 40s), use of the word ‘daddy’, oral (f receiving), no outbreak in this au.

A/N: hi guys, I haven’t written smut for years and Joel Miller has me frothing at the mouth and giggling like a little girl with a crush especially dbf!joel… Anyway, if this is enjoyed by people, I have an idea of how I could make this into a series. Please leave me nice comments or catch me crying in a corner somewhere lol

“Dad,” you huffed into the receiver as you held your phone to your ear with your shoulder. “I love you and all but I could think of better ways to spend my Friday night rather than listening to you and Joel argue over which 80’s band is the best.” You chuckled fondly as you carried on typing away at the laptop in front of you whilst you spoke into your phone. 

“Sweetheart, I love spending time with you and Joel, you love him as well! I’ll pay for dinner?” He spoke softly and you smiled as your could hear your dad’s smile down the phone. 

“Fine, what time do you want me round, old man?” You teased fondly. “I finish work at 5 today.”

“6:30pm work okay for you? Don’t forget to bring some beer.” Your dad asked with a smirk. 

You rolled your eyes before responding to him, “Fine, I’ll bring the beers but as soon as you and the other old man start arguing, I’m out!” You laughed. 

“Deal,” your dad agreed. “I’ll see you later my sweet pea, love you!” He hummed and hung up before you could respond. 

“Old men and technology.” You muttered to yourself before taking your phone and opening your messaging app. 

You quickly tapped on the screen and chewed on your lip as you did so. 

‘You need a lift to dad’s later? x’ you hit send and placed your phone down on your desk, returning your attention back to your work laptop. You were in the midst of replying to an email when your phone buzzed on your desk beside you. 

‘Sure thing, peach. See you around 6? :) Xx’

You couldn’t help the way your lips upturned into a smile, and as soon as you caught the reaction you chewed on your bottom lip. You hated the way the older male had such a visceral effect on you, you had known Joel Miller for around ten years now. You moved to the city and your father worked with him, the two of them soon became best buddies which in turn, meant he spent a lot of time around you and your house. When you first met Joel you were a mere sixteen-year old kid, from day one you felt an instant attraction to him, you knew it was wrong but you couldn’t deny it. In the beginning it felt like a harmless, childish crush, one that you were bound to grow out of but things only seemed to get worse the older you got, that attraction burned deep in your veins and any time you spent time with the older man you couldn’t help the way your cheeks burned and your pussy throbbed; there had been many nights where you had dropped him home after visiting your dad and rushed home just so you could relieve your tension. Your fingers buried deep in yourself, moaning Joel’s name as you came around them. 

You felt shameful, dirty and down-right embarrassed about those moments but it didn’t stop you from doing it again, and again.. and again. You knew Joel would never cross that line, never, he was too much of a gentleman and had way too much respect for your old man but that didn’t stop the feelings you had for him.

Your mind was reeling, so much so you barely noticed the way your thighs pressed themselves together searching for some relief to your aching core, you stood from your desk in your room and stretched before you looked at the time on your desktop, it read 4pm. You sighed and went to your kitchen to grab a snack and make yourself a strong coffee, you had an hour left of work before you had to shower and get ready before picking Joel up. 

The last hour of your work felt excruciatingly slow, your mind was busy with thoughts of your evening ahead of you; it was no different to your usual Friday get-together with your dad and his friend but today you couldn’t erase the filthy thoughts of Joel from your mind. You quickly showered, hoping the hot water would wash your mind and body clean, you ignored the burning to urge to relieve some tension and give your body the orgasm and relief it so badly needed. 

After showering you, you applied a light layer of make-up, like usual before pulling your hair up in a half-up and half-down style. You looked into your wardrobe and reached for a plain black tank top, orange plaid over shirt and black tennis skirt; you paired the outfit with your favourite pair of black converse. You put your accessories on; earrings, rings and gave your body a spritz of your favourite perfume. After grabbing the 12-pack of beer from the fridge, you quickly grabbed your phone and keys off the counter and left your apartment to go and pick up Joel. 

You were running a tad late but that wasn’t out of the ordinary, and Joel was always expecting it. You pulled up outside his home, gave a beep of your horn and took a shaky breath in as you saw him lock up and approach your car. Your hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as he climbed into your car and suddenly your senses were attacked with the older male. The small space filled with his heady scent, his aftershave musky, spicy and just Joel. He was wearing dark grey jeans, not too tight but tight enough to appreciate his thick thighs and your eyes couldn’t help but notice his bulge as he walked. Joel was wearing a dark khaki over shirt and a black T-shirt under that went perfectly with his jeans, and of course, he was wearing his trusty dealer boots. 

“Hey peach,” he spoke and leant over to press a kiss to the side of your head. It was something he had done for years, only now, you craved to feel his lips elsewhere. 

“Hey old man.” You grinned and started your car once more. 

The journey to your father’s house was short, only about twenty minutes; it was annoying that he didn’t live in the same neighbourhood as it always meant you or, on occasion, Joel had to drive. It was a comfortable journey as the two of you spoke about your respective day’s and week’s. 

“So you’re not hanging out with that guy again tonight, oh, what was his name!?” Joel questioned, searching his brain for the name. “Derek? No, no, he definitely seemed like a George!” He laughed, his hands resting comfortably on his thigh, you couldn’t help the way your eyes glanced down at his large digits. 

“His name was Ben, and you know that, Joel. You’re just being a dick.” You shook your head quickly with a laugh. “And nope, dad had other ideas for me… clearly babysitting duties. I would much prefer to be out with Ben but here we are…” You said softly with a roll of your eyes, it was a lie, of course. You would happily spend every waking moment with Joel, if he let you, exploring his body, sharing your thoughts with one another. 

His hand tensed on his thigh, it was brief and barely noticeable but you did notice it; that was… weird? You shook off the feeling and parked up outside your dad’s apartment block. 

“Anyway, I love babysitting you old men. It’s cute. Great practice for when I actually want kids.” You laughed, turning off the ignition and climbing out of your car. “And, I’ve warned dad, slightest hint of bickering between you two and I am out. Gone. Done. You can walk home.” As you spoke, you bent over to reach into the back seat of your car to grab the beers, one leg slightly lifted as your body struggled slightly to pull them closer; you hadn’t given the motion much thought, especially in your outfit.

Joel moved until he was stood behind you, he cleared his throat and looked away sheepishly after catching a glimpse of your black, lace panties. His hand rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh hon, you might want me to grab those? Gonna give someone a heart attack if they see you like that.” His voice was soft as he spoke, still not making eye contact with you. 

“Shit. Sorry, Joel.” You cursed, your cheeks flushed red as you watched the dark haired man grab the beers and you smoothed out your skirt.

The rest of the evening played out like usual; your dad and Joel had a few beers each, you allowed yourself to have one as you were driving and you all ate way too much Chinese take-out. It was getting late, you were laid out on your dad’s couch, your legs swung over your dad’s lap, Joel was sat in the lazy-boy across the room, his legs sprawled wide. This was always part of the routine, you would all catch up on your week’s complain about work, talk about sport’s games that had happened or were about to occur, it was familiar and safe. 

“So get this, bud,” Joel spoke, his voice breaking the noise of whatever Depeche Mode record they had put on the player. “Y/N over here was saying she would have preferred to have hung out with that douche, Ben, we met last month. Can you believe that?” He looked over at you, smirking as he took a swig of his beer. 

“Dick,” you mouthed over to him and let your head hang back onto the arm of the sofa. 

Your dad opened his eyes and looked over at you. “Is that right, sweet pea? You don’t wanna hang out with your favourite ‘old men’?! I’m truly offended.” He laughed, closing his eyes again, feigning hurt. 

“Joel is just bitter I have a better love life and sex life than him.” You shot back, immaturely sticking your tongue out at the other male. 

“Gross! Dad in the room!” Your dad grimaced, watching his hands in front of his face. “You’re my little girl, I don’t wanna hear about you having sex.”

“Hey — that’s not even true, I have sex… plenty of it…” Joel huffed, trying to sound convincing as he lied through his teeth. In truth, Joel never really had an interest in the women he had met, sure he took a few women home from bar to sleep with them but after he lost his wife and child, Sarah, he never really had it in him to give dating a proper go. 

“Sureeee you do,” you giggled, causing your dad to let out a loud laugh.

You all laid about a bit longer, listening to music and joking around before you sat up and stretched your back out, causing your tank top to rise, showing a small sliver of soft skin to show. There it was again, Joel’s hand tensed in place and it was almost as if his jaw clenched down. You were sure you were imagining these things, like usual so you pushed yourself off the sofa and smoothed your clothes out. 

“Right, pop’s I better get old man Miller home before I pass out here. I’m shattered.” You yawned, reinforcing your previous sentence. 

After saying your goodbyes you walked back to your parked car, the cool chill of the late-night air made your skin prick up with goosebumps and sent a small shiver down your spine. 

Joel and you walked in silence, the silence remained as you started your car and cranked the heating up.

“Dick move, bringing up Ben to my dad by the way, Miller. Real dick move.” You spoke, your voice seeming loud in the confined and silent space, just the low thrum of your car’s air vents trying to clear the windows and fill the air with warmth.

“Ha, sorry, Peach. Couldn’t resist it. Was right there for me to tease you with.” He laughed lowly, bringing his hands up to blow some warmth into them. There it was again, that nickname, every time it rolled off his tongue it sent warmth straight to your core. 

“My dad doesn’t need to know what I would rather be doing on a Friday night, or rather who I would rather be doing.” You huffed.

“I wouldn’t go around proclaiming that sorta thing, especially round your pops. I’m sure he wouldn’t wanna hear how corrupt his good girl truly is.” Joel hummed, his finger tapping on his thigh as you began driving. 

‘Good girl’, it rolled off his tongue so effortlessly yet it sent sparks straight to your core, as you drove you shift in your seat and pressed your thighs together. 

“I — I uh, I’m an adult, Joel. I’m a fully grown woman, incase you haven’t noticed. I have needs and wants.” You argued, trying to remain confident in your words. 

“Needs… and wants, huh?” He laughed, raising an eyebrow at you. “Is that why I see you practically drooling every time you see me? Now would you say that’s a need or a want?” Joel asked, his voice low and sultry.

Your mouth dried up instantly, voice getting stuck in your throat as you tried to protest. “I — I do not.” You protested, your voice coming out as a mere squeak.

“Oh peach, I see the way you press your thighs together. So needy for me? Hmm.” He hummed, his hand reaching over to touch your bare thigh. “I’ve seen the way you shift in your seat when I spread my legs in the arm chair or when you catch a short glimpse of my bulge. I’ve seen it all, no need to hide it.” His fingers were barely touching you, ghost-like touches on your skin. It was a risky move, he knew that and he knew you could quite easily pull the car over, kick him out and tell your dad what he had done. It could ruin his only true, pure friendship if your dad found out. But Joel was also sure he had calculated this properly, he had seen you for the past couple years and your minuscule reactions only seemed to ramp up the older you had been getting. 

Your breath hitched harshly in your throat as you tried to concentrate on the road ahead of you but your mind was swimming with Joel once again, his fingers lightly traced patterns on your inner thigh and all you could do was whimper pathetically under his touch. 

“J-joel,” you whined. “Please don’t tease me, I’ll crash the fuckin’ car if you play like that.”

“Oh little girl, I’ve barely placed a hand on you and you’re already whimpering for me? Quite cute really.” He said, his voice seeming deeper than usual; he splayed his hand across the skin of your inner thigh and gripped it tightly. 

You forced your eyes open as you continued to drive, you weren’t sure if you were doing the speed limits or what, all you could think about was the large hand that was so close, yet not nearly close enough to where you needed it the most. You could feel how wet you were already, you had been a mess all evening but now you could physically feel your arousal collecting in your lace panties. 

“You reckon your ol’ man knows how needy you are for me? Your dad’s best friend. Oh peach, what a mess.” He continued, he had moved closer to you now, reaching over the centre console of your car, his breath fanning out over your neck. 

“J-Joel, I’m serious. I’ll crash if you carry on like that. Not funny.” You whined, trying to press your legs together again but feeling resistance in the form of Joel’s hand. 

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Joel tutted. “What are you trying to do there, darlin’?” He laughed, letting his pinky drift closer to your clothed cunt just barely brushing the fabric. 

You whined again, just a small noise from the back of your throat and pulled the car over, from what you could tell you were a few streets away from Joel’s house; the suburban area was dimly lit with few lights and no people walking around, especially not this late anyway. You pushed your car into park, turned off the lights and engine and looked at the older male for a moment, your lips wet and cheeks flushed. 

“Joel…” you started. “Y-you don’t have to do this, I know I’m not your type and I’m sure you’re just trying to play a bit of a joke on me. We should get you home and forget about all of this…” Your breath was shaky, you hoped to every god out there that Joel would continue but you wanted him to know he didn’t have to humour your silly feelings. 

“You don’t think I want this?” Joel asked, his face close to yours, hand still pressed teasingly to your thigh. “I’ve noticed recently, the way you react to me and tonight, w-when you were bent over. Took everything in me to not pull those little panties aside and bury myself deep in that little cunt right there in the middle of the street.” His voice sounded near animalistic as he finished that sentence and your cheeks burned a deep, cherry red as he finished speaking. 

“I didn’t mean to do that, didn’t really think.” You mumbled, looking past him to stare out the window. 

“Shh,” Joel hummed, he leant forward and placed a kiss to your lips with his hand still stroking soft patterns into your inner thigh. 

You sighed contentedly into the kiss, finally experiencing what you had craved for years, your hand snaked up to hold Joel’s face as you deepened the kiss; hungry to taste more of the man. Joel tasted like smoke faintly, salty from the foods you had eaten and there was the distinct taste of hops from the beer he had drank. Your fingers intertwined into his greying hair and you gave it a testing tug; Joel groaned and allowed his tongue to swipe across your bottom lip. Eagerly, you opened your mouth and urged the kiss to be deepened, taking as much of him in as you could in that moment. 

Joel saw this as his opportunity to advance his hand, he slipped his fingers under the hem of your skirt and let them stroke across the damp fabric of your panties. You whimpered into the kiss, your hips bucked forward searching for further contact. He couldn’t help but smile at how undone you were already. Joel teased his fingers across the waistband of the lace fabric of your panties, teasingly slow, just as you were about to pull away from the kiss and protest he allowed two fingers to slip into your wet folds and agonisingly slowly circle your swollen clit. 

“Fuck,” he growled lowly. “So fuckin’ wet for me already, darlin’?”

You nodded, gripping at Joel’s forearm as he started to rhythmically circle and play with your clit. He was right, you were near sopping as he slipped through your folds. 

“Wanted this for s-so long,” you whimpered. You couldn’t quite believe this was real, you were almost convinced you would wake up any moment, sprawled out on your bed with your fingers deep inside of yourself and not actually in your car, with Joel Miller’s fingers close to making you cum already. 

“Yeah?” Joel asked, his fingers speeding up. “Wanted to feel my fingers on your wet pussy, making you feel good? Huh? How does it feel to have my fingers finally in you?” Joel spoke, his voice a low huff as his fingers worked quickly. 

“So. Good.” You moaned, the noise low and breathy. “Feels so good. I’m going to cum. Please.”  

Joel groaned, he still couldn’t believe this was happening to him. Since you started maturing over the past couple of years he had thought so many times about how much he would love to corrupt you; to have his fingers, mouth and cock making you fall apart at the seams. Just anything to make you feel good. 

“That’s it, atta girl. Cum for me, good girl.” Joel whispered, his lips ghosting over your ear as he sunk a digit into you abruptly and let his palm bump up against your clit.

That was it, the white hot, searing heat in your stomach erupted and your eyes screwed themself shut so tight you saw white patterns dancing behind your eyelids. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip so hard the familiar metallic tang flooded your mouth, anything to stop you from alerting the neighbourhood with your screams. If that You that wasn’t just the best orgasm of your life, you would have been slightly embarrassed at quickly he had made you cum. 

Joel barely moved his finger in you, just circled it slightly but his palm nudged your clit as he worked your through your orgasm and it made you whimper loudly, your body flinching with over sensitivity. He took the hint and removed his hand from your wrecked panties and brought it up to his mouth, sucking his digits to clean them from your juices. 

“Taste so sweet, just like a peach.” He groaned, his fingers popping from his mouth, the noise startling you from your orgasmic comedown. There it was again, your nickname but now it just sounded sinful and you knew going forward, you wouldn’t be able to hear it without getting wet and embarrassed. 

When you finally regained some composure, you looked at Joel; your lips were swollen and red and your cheeks had a light flush settled on them. He smiled, thinking you were truly the most perfect sight he had ever seen. Your hand reached over to his lap, you had a hunger and needed to curb the insatiable need for his cock. Your small hand palmed him through his jeans, he was rock hard and fuck, he was big. You swallowed, almost nervously at the thought of his large cock stretching your tight hole out. Of course you had slept with people, you weren’t a virgin but your previous boyfriend was nowhere near that big and he definitely couldn’t make you come that hard, even on his best days. You gently squeezed at his length, stroking him through the rough fabric. 

“Not here, darlin’. How about we go back to mine so I can properly appreciate you?” He asked, and just as you opened your mouth to protest saying you wanted him right there and now he spoke once more. “I’ll drive, dunno if you can drive properly after that, little girl. I saw how hard you came on my fingers, now imagine how hard you could cum on my cock.”

Your whole body shuddered involuntarily, never in all your years of knowing Joel had you heard such filthy things from his mouth; he had always been the perfect Southern gentleman. You were soon pulled out of your thoughts by Joel opening your car door. 

“Shuffle over.” He commanded. 

You nodded dumbly and did as you were told. Joel swiftly started the car and continued the drive back to his, it barely took ten minutes but every minute felt like torture; your mouth watered at the thought of Joel filling your holes, using you how he pleased, your core ached with the need to be full of Joel again. 

Once the car was parked, Joel hopped out and was once again opening your door for you, you exited the car and grimaced at the cool air hitting your skin. You felt Joel’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you into his home, a place you had been hundred’s of times before but this time you felt nervous. 

He opened his front door for you and you walked in, just as you were about to turn and speak to the male he was holding your hips in his large hands and pressing your smaller frame against the wall. His lips were on yours and starting a bruising kiss, once again your hands found their way into his hair and you moaned softly. You wanted to be stuck like this forever, with his soft lips on yours and his rough facial hair scratching your skin slightly reminding you exactly who was kissing you. 

“Please don’t tease, I just want you so badly Joel. I have for years, b-been thinking about your cock filling me up for years.” You whined, sounding like a petulant child. 

“And I’ll be fillin’ you up real soon, sweet girl. But how about I make you feel good again, yeah? You think you can be good for me and cum again, I wanna truly taste how sweet you are, sugar.” He growled, his lips trailing rough kisses down your neck. God how he wished he could mark you up, head to toe, just so people would know you were all his.

Your knees buckled, and your body fell against Joel’s slightly, causing him to laugh breathily; no woman had ever reacted like that to him before, let alone just his words but then again, no woman was like you. He took you by the hand and led you up to his room, you couldn’t help but take in your surroundings, you had been in Joel’s room a couple times before but you had never noticed just how much it smelt like him. 

“How about we get you nice and comfortable, let’s get those clothes off you. Can’t wait to see your body.” He started by pushing your plaid shirt off your shoulders, throwing it over to the side; the heavy fabric landed with a dull thud onto his wooden floor and with that he swiftly removed your tank top. Somewhere along the way you had both kicked your shoes off but your brain was too murky to fully register it. 

Joel’s rough hands slid up your sides, he was drinking in every inch of your curves and soft skin; in the wake of his hands your skin was freckled with goosebumps. 

“So beautiful,” he breathed, a dim light casting beautiful shadows over his face. You felt embarrassed as his eyes fully drank in your form. “May I?” He asked, voice soft and smooth like honey, his hands were at the clasp of your bra and you simply nodded. It seemed like a trivial thing to ask permission for considering less than thirty minutes ago you were cumming around his fingers. 

He removed your bra, your perky breasts bounced ever so as the supportive fabric was gone. Your nipples hardened as the cool air hit them, pulling the sensitive skin tight. Joel could have devoured you whole, right there and then. His large, calloused hands came up to hold your breasts, his thumbs swiping over your nipples almost in a testing fashion. He did it again when it elicited a moan from your throat, he pinched the sensitive buds and your back arched towards him. 

“Joel, I can’t take it. Please.” You whined, his touches were entirely too much yet not enough all at once. It was your own form of perfect torture. 

The older male was loving this, watching your eager reactions as he toyed with your body, his cock was hard and leaking in his jeans and he couldn’t wait to be inside of you. 

“Be patient, darlin’. We have all night.” He smirked, slowly sinking to his knees in front of you. 

His rough hands begrudgingly left the peaks of your breasts and worked their way down to the zip of your tennis skirt, he unzipped the fabric causing it to fall to the floor. You took the cue and kicked it to side, out of the way. Joel’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties once more and slid them down your legs, you rested onto his shoulder and stepped out of them, just before you could kick them to the side, he was bunching them up and shoving them into his back pocket. 

This man — he would be the death of you, you just knew it. 

You were about to make a comment and protest but Joel was stood once again and gently pushing you back onto the bed behind you; you fell onto the plush mattress with ease, your thighs falling open without being asked to do so. You felt exposed, vulnerable but above all else, you felt needy. 

“Good girl, without even being told to lie like that. Such a beautiful girl.” He remarked, pulling his shirt over his head and slipping his jeans from his thick thighs. 

You rested up on your elbows to peer at Joel as he undressed and your throat tightened, all the air in the room seeming to have evaporated immediately. He was beautiful, all harsh lines to the outside world but in the glow of his bedroom now, he looked soft and warm. You were in deep, and you knew it meant deep trouble. 

He palmed himself through his boxers just to stave off some of the throbbing and your eyes followed eagerly, the thick outline of his cock making your walls clench around nothing. Wordlessly Joel knelt at the end of the bed, latched his hands onto your thighs and pulled you closer so you could feel his hot breath fanning over your sopping folds. Your hips bucked into thin air, nothing there to help you and he laughed, it was quiet and breathy but he definitely laughed — fucker.

Joel trailed two fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal on them once again and without warning he plunged them into you roughly. You gasped, your back arched off the bed and your fists balled into the sheets either side of yourself. His fingers were so thick, so much thicker than any man you had been with before; you weren’t sure whether that was down to the age difference or just Joel’s build. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out rhythmically, building speed and curling them so they brushed that perfect, sensitive spot inside of you. 

Your mouth was agape as you laid there, completely at his will, writhing under his relentless touch. Moan after moan, after moan spilled from your parted lips and just as you felt the tension tighten in your stomach Joel lapped his tongue of your clit. Your back arched and the filthiest moan escaped your mouth, you weren’t even sure how that noise had come from you but it had and it had Joel smirking as his tongue swiped through your folds again just to circle around your clit once more. 

Your hand laced its way into Joel’s hair, your fingers gripping the strands with a deathly vice and he groaned into your pussy causing vibrations to ripple through you. You weren’t sure how you were still holding on but your stomach was twisting, tightening and bubbling as your orgasm approached once again. 

“Mmm, good girl.” He praised as your walls clenched around his fingers as he continued to pump them into your wet heat. The room was filled with obscenely filthy noises; your moans echoed throughout the empty space as Joel slurped up your juices. 

“Joel —“ you sobbed, your back arching impossibly high off the mattress below you. “C-can I cum? Please. Need it.” You asked pathetically.

Why were you asking permission?

Never before had you felt so submissive for a partner in bed, never once had you asked permission to cum, no, normally you would be chasing your high, just trying to grasp at a fraction of how good Joel was making you feel. 

“That’s it baby, such a good girl for asking permission. Wanna make you feel as good as I can, peach.” He groaned in between pleasuring you. “Cum all over my face, wanna taste as much as I can.”

That was it, the coil in your stomach snapped abruptly and you were gushing onto Joel’s fingers, a pleasured scream tumbling from your lips. Never, not once had you squirted before, yet here you were, soaking the sheets beneath you and in turn, Joel’s beard and your own thighs. You would have felt ashamed if you didn’t feel such pure euphoria in the moment. Your back was twisted and contorted off the sheets as Joel worked you through it, making you squirt further.

He could have cum in his boxers, like a teenager as the first drops of your orgasm hit his face. He lapped up as much of you as he could, like a man who had been starved for years. And he had, he had been starved from allowing himself to have this moment with you and now he had you, he wanted to savour and devour you as much as you would allow him to. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, your thighs trapping his head. “C-can’t do it anymore!” You sounded wrecked, your throat felt raw from how loudly you had been moaning. 

Joel laughed, pushed your thighs apart and removed his fingers from you. You winced and your walls clenched around air, feeling so empty once again. 

“Please, p-please can I have you now?” You asked, positioning yourself on your knees in front of Joel. You reached your hand to feel his hard cock through his boxers once again and this time, he didn’t stop you. 

You abruptly pulled the checkered fabric from his waist and his boxers pooled at his feet; freeing his cock finally, it sprang up against his stomach and you all but moaned. 

“You’re so…” you whispered, looking up at Joel through your lashes as your small hand wrapped around his thick length. The tip was dark, a bead of pre-cum glistened at the slit and all you wanted was to taste it, to taste Joel’s musk. “You’re so big, fuck.” You cursed, your tongue sticking out to kitten lick at his tip. 

You wanted to sink your mouth down his length to fully take him in so your nose could bury into Joel’s thatch of dark hair but you resisted and gave him another lick, tongue flicking into his slit.

Joel groaned, a low and gruff noise from the back of his throat. “Fuck, darlin’, I gotta be in you. None of this.” He spoke lowly, his thumb coming down to swipe along your bottom lip and you quickly sucked it into his mouth. 

“Please, daddy.” You whispered, the honorific slipping from your throat before you could process it. A look of horror washed over your features and you knelt up higher to look Joel in the eyes. “I — I, — sorry. I didn’t mean —“

Your fumbling words were cut off when Joel placed his big hand around your throat and brought you in for a kiss. You were trouble, you were sinful and he was damned. He had been called daddy a few times by younger women, they thought it was sexy; the way they would flutter their lashes at him at the bar, saunter over to him and whisper ‘hey daddy.’ Normally it made his skin crawl and caused his body to cringe but the way it almost innocently slipped from your lips, it was like a curse from the devil himself and it made Joel’s cock jump, nudging your stomach. 

He squeezed his hand around your throat and you smiled? Trouble. Nothing but pure trouble. 

“Not such a good girl, after all, huh? Been acting all innocent all these years.” He whispered, his thumbs squeezing near your pulse point, hard enough to make your head feel lighter and floaty but soft enough not to hurt you deliberately. “God, what would your old man say about this? See his little girl begging to cum, see you squirting on his best friend’s face. Smiling as I wrap a hand round your throat. Your trouble, darlin’. Nothin’ but damn trouble.” He whispered, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before peppering small nips to the flesh of your neck. 

Your legs trembled as they held you up, it was wrong but his words went straight to your core and soaked you further, you didn’t think your arousal could get higher but here you were. He was right though; your dad would be horrified, would be downright mortified to know what his daughter was truly like and at the hands of his best friend? That would destroy your lives. All three of you. You pushed that bitter thought away as your head lulled back and you allowed Joel to grope at your chest, hungry to feel your body once more. 

“Say it again,” he growled into your ear as he pushed your body back down onto the bed. “Call me it again as I fuck you real good. How ‘bout I show you what it’s like to have a real man fuck you, not some silly boy.” He said, his voice gruff whilst he stroked the tip of his cock through your folds. 

“Daddy,” you whimpered, parting your legs further to allow Joel more room to enter you. “Daddy please fuck me.” You begged, sounding weak. 

“Oh, of course, baby girl.” He cooed, pushing his cock into you roughly until he was bottomed out. “Fuck,” he cursed. 

“S-so big, daddy.” You whimpered, your hands grasping at Joel’s biceps, just trying to hold onto something as you adjusted to the slight burn of him stretching you out. “Mmm, please move.” You moaned. 

“Atta girl, taking daddy’s cock so good already.” Joel groaned and he swore that he saw heaven in that moment; your tight body below him, contorting to how he needed. He had already built up a punishing pace, hips drawing back to slam forward roughly. The room was filled with echoes of your skin slapping together, his deep pants and your wanton moans and weak, pleading whimpers. 

“I’ve wanted this for s’long,” you sobbed, your eyes falling shut as the tension built further in your stomach once more. You knew from this point forward you would be wrecked for any other man, no one would be able to make you feel this good. Not even close. “T-touched myself so many times thinking about you fucking me.” You admitted, the words falling without thought. “Want you to cum in me, wanna be full of just you, Joel.” You moaned. 

Joel was a goner, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this up for much longer, you were too tight, too wet and just too good for him to have any real stamina. Your admission didn’t help matters, either. The thought of you spread out on your own sheets, touching yourself to him?!

He gripped one of your hips tightly, hard enough to leave bruises on your delicate skin as he fucked into you harder with deep groans. “Can’t be saying that to me, peach. Gonna cum too quickly.” He hissed, his free hand snaking between you to trace circles around your clit. 

“I c-can’t do it again,” you stuttered, your body burning from the inside and out. “Too much.” You breathed, your sharp nails clawing at any bare skin you could find. Just anything to anchor you down as Joel pulled another orgasm from you. 

“I think you can. Hmm?” Joel spoke. “What you think? Wanna be a real good girl for daddy and give me one more?” His thumb sped up but his hips slowed to a sensual roll, his cock head bumping the electrified bundle of nerves deep in your walls. You clenched around him tightly and he moaned, louder than before. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. One more, come on now. Come on.” He groaned, working your clit faster. 

You whined, the noise stuck in your throat as your back arched once more and you clenched around Joel before gushing around him with a moan of his name. “Joel, Joel, Joel, Joel, J—.” Your eyes had rolled back, any further and they would have disappeared into the back of your skull.

“Such a good girl, fuck. So tight. That’s it, squirt on my cock.” He groaned, removing his hand from your clit to hold down both your hips as he fucked into you with more fervour. He wasn’t going to last long, but he also knew you couldn’t take much more. You were cock drunk and spent. “Gonna fill you up so. fuckin’. good.” He huffed, accentuating each word with a thrust. 

“Daddy,” you cried, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your body went into overdrive. 

That was it, that’s all it took. Joel looked down at you, your were a mess and all from him, tears fell onto your cheeks as he finished inside of you with a groan of your name. “Shhh, that’s it sweet girl. Such a good girl.” He cooed, his hand cupping your cheek as he emptied himself into you. 

You moaned, feeling the hot liquid of his cum fill you up, your walls clenched weakly, just trying to milk him of every drop and you turned to kiss his hand. The room smelt of sex, the air was thick and hot and sleep called to you like a sweet song. 

Joel pulled out of you with a hiss and you whimpered, your body felt like there were a hundred tiny pin pricks on your skin. You were overstimulated and completely spent but ultimately, you were so happy. 

“Hmmm, m’sleepy.” You hummed contentedly.

“I know, sweet girl but can’t sleep here. The sheets are a mess. How about you have a rest in the spare room and I’ll go sleep on the couch?” He asked softly, brushing your sweat-dampened hair from your face. 

“Sorry about the sheets,” You giggled, eyes heavy-lidded and barely open. “Although, was kinda your fault. You’re a dirty old man, too good at that.” You teased, still giggling. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to hell.” He huffed, his voice all too serious. 

Joel scooped your naked body off his bed with a gruff noise and before you knew it, you were in another bed with the duvet wrapped around you. Joel had cleaned you up with a damp towel, dressed you in one of his shirts and wrapped you up into the sheets. 

“Stay with me,” you whispered as Joel turned to walk out, assuming you had already passed out for the night. “P-please stay with me.” You cried, tears filling your eyes. 

He smiled and obliged with no arguments. The mattress dipped beside you and he wrapped his large arms around your waist, pulling you close.

“Of course I’ll stay, peach.” He whispered and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You hummed sleepily, your eyes already closed and you felt peaceful. It was the most peaceful you had felt in a long time. Joel was there, you finally felt content and safe in his arms. You knew trouble was brewing on the horizon but right there, in that moment, you couldn’t find it in you to actually care.

Everything felt like it was too much, of course your fantasy came true but what did this mean for your futures? You only assumed it would be messy and all too hard on you both. 

You drifted off to sleep peacefully that night, the most peaceful you had been in far too long. Your senses screamed Joel and you felt safe. You knew trouble was brewing on the horizon but for now, you were content and happy.

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#joel x reader #joel miller x reader #dbf!joel miller #dbf!joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #pedro pascal #tlou series #age gap joel miller #minors do not interact

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eighties baby

summary: your parents throw an 80’s themed party in their mansion. you try your best to contain your infatuation for joel, your dad’s best friend. you and your friend get a little too drunk and joel decides to teach you a lesson.

content: joel miller x reader, no outbreak, little plot, dbf!joel, reader in her twenties

warnings: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. 18+ mdni!, age gap is 20s/50, piv unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cream pie, doggystyle, dirty talk, choking

an: i’m baaaaaack ;) this was… wow! pls enjoy

“Your ass looks immaculate.”

You glance over your shoulder in the reflection of the mirror, locking eyes with your best friend. She’s giving you wild eyes while biting her bottom lip that’s covered in bright red lip stick. Her makeup was done very vibrantly compared to usual; blue eyeshadow with bright pink blush.

“You don’t think it’s too short?” You ask, popping a hip to accentuate your ass further under your very tight and very short mini skirt. Typically, you wouldn’t mind if a little bit of cheek was hanging out the bottom of your skirt, but this was your parents’ party, not your typical college party. Your best friend rolled her eyes and you and laid a smack down on your ass. You yelped in surprise.

“It’s perfectly fine. It’ll be dark.” She begins, then her voice lowers. “Plus, Joel will want to eat you alive when he sees you in it.”

You bite your bottom lip to fight back a grin. She knew you too well. You sighed and placed your hands on your hip, your head turning to the side as your further inspect your outfit in your full length mirror. You decided to go with an 80s glam rock look instead of the typical vibrant colors from the time period. You were wearing a tight black leather skirt and matching top, with knee high platform boots with silver chains on them. You had grungy black eyeshadow matched with a glossy red lip. You felt hot.

“I can’t be too obvious. You cannot let me get too drunk tonight.” You say sternly. You were talking more to yourself than anything. You knew if you drank too much alcohol you would make a fool out of yourself in front of Joel.

Joel was your father’s main man. They’d known each other for decades now. Joel was a stern man; the crinkles by his eyes from his fifty years of wisdom weren’t usually intensified by joy, more by scowls. You’d like to think at one point he was a light hearted man, but you can’t help but wonder what in his years turned him into such a sour puss. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’d seen him genuinely laugh. It was an extremely rare occurrence, but the times he had, it was the most amazing sound you’d ever heard.

“Fine. But this is your chance to act as unhinged as you want because in the morning you can blame the alcohol.” Your best friend winks at you, patting you once more on the bum.

“You’re a terrible influence.” You turn to face her. Your shorter friend stares up at you with a devilish grin and runs her thumb along your bottom lip, cleaning up your red lipstick.

“We should head down there, take a couple shots, scope it out.” She suggests, grabbing your perfume off your vanity and spritzing it on the both of you a few times. You nod in agreement, and check your outfit in the mirror one last time. You take a deep breath and grab your friend’s hand to leave your bedroom. The 80s music was already thumping from your parent’s massive surround sound speakers downstairs. The lights were off, with the sole light source being a couple lamps and some red lights your parents used for their annual Halloween party.

When you made it downstairs, the house was already packed out. The entire neighborhood was in your parents’ house. All of the couples in the neighborhood were in attendance, as well as their children (all in their twenties or older). If you squinted hard enough, it even looked like a college party. The lighting was just enough to see the basic traits of everyone’s faces, most of them being somewhat recognizable to you. You had just graduated from college earlier that month, so you were home temporarily until you found your full-time calling.

Your friend dragged you to the kitchen where all of the alcohol was stashed. On the island, there was a lineup of liquor with the appropriate mixers. She decided to pour you each a hefty shot of tequila, as well as a lime wedge. You absolutely hated any dark liquor, and unfortunately vodka had been tainted for you in your time at college, so tequila was the sole surviving option for you. You didn’t mind the taste of tequila, but the catch was its effect on you. Unlike other forms of liquor, tequila made you incredibly horny. After around 4 tequila shots, you had the tendency to shed off articles of clothing like you were battling a heat wave. This made you nervous considering you knew Joel would be in attendance; however, as your friend said, you can use the liquor as a scapegoat if it got that bad.

As you and your friend shot back your tequila, you began wondering where Joel could be. The party started over thirty minutes ago, and it was uncharacteristic of him to be late, meaning he was in the house somewhere. The thought alone made your skin crawl.

“One more.” Your friend called out over the music, pouring you each another hefty shot. Your eyes got wide. You knew you’d have to take a break from drinking after this shot, otherwise you’d end up butt ass naked in the middle of this party.

Another hefty shot later, and you were already feeling the buzz from the alcohol. Your veins felt tingly and your limbs felt weightless. You each made yourselves your mixed drink of choice, and decided to make your way out to the makeshift dance floor in your parents’ spacious living room. They had a portable disco floor, as well as a disco ball hung from the ceiling. No one took parties more seriously than your parents.

Your friend grabbed your arm and pulled you onto the dance floor, with “Talking in Your Sleep” by the Romantics blasting from the speakers. Your eyes wandered around the room trying to find the brown eyed man you’d be longing to see. Sure enough, you spotted him. He was sitting on the sofa, leaning back with his legs spread out in front of him. He had a glass of what appeared to be whiskey in his hand, resting on his thigh. You gulped when you noticed he was already looking at you. You quickly looked away and took a sip of the tequila sour you half-assed at the kitchen makeshift bar.

You made eye contact with your friend, and you gave her panic eyes to let her know you found him. She caught on almost instantly, and took that as a queue to scoot out of your line of sight. She leaned closer to you to say something in your ear.

“Go sit next to him.” She suggested loudly into your ear.

You shot her a look of unease. Wouldn’t that be too obvious? You shook your head no rapidly in response. It was too early in the night for you to do something as ballsy as that.

After about half an hour, your friend’s drink was empty and she was dragging you back to the kitchen. Your drink was still three-fourths full. Your stomach was bubbling with anxiety knowing that Joel had a direct view of you in your anything but conservative outfit. Besides, you were scared for your actions if you ingested any more alcohol.

Your friend took two more shots and mixed herself another strong cocktail. You knew she was going to be shitfaced in the matter of minutes. You rub your forehead and sigh. It’s going to be a quick night for her.

Your predictions were correct.

Forty minutes passed and her cocktail was gone, and so was she. She was so plastered that she couldn’t stand up straight, constantly grabbing your arm for support. You looked around the room and immediately made eye contact with Joel. He’s watching the both of you intensely, his head nodding over to the side as he observes your friend stumbling around. You’re fully embarrassed at how gone your friend was already. Your stomach flips when you noticed Joel was lifting himself off his spot in the sofa, making his way towards the both of you. He grabbed onto your arm, a look of concern crossing his features.

“Come on.” He said shortly, moving his arm from yours to hers, helping her stand up somewhat straight. “Let’s take her upstairs.”

You glanced down at your friend and her head was lulling to the side, her eyes fluttering shut. There was no salvaging her. You nodded in response to Joel and helped him practically carry your friend upstairs to your bedroom. After her nearly falling every few steps, you finally make it to your bedroom. You noticed Joel’s eyes wandering around the walls of your room as he took in the decor. You had various band posters still hanging in your childhood bedroom, many of them being 60’s rock bands that your dad showed you. You gently lay your friend down onto your bed, and almost immediately she’s snoring.

“Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry about this, Joel.” You mutter, looking up at him with apologetic eyes. You absentmindedly toy with your hands in front of you. Despite the shots you did take, you were still feeling nervous; the liquid courage wasn’t doing its job.

Joel stepped closer to you and shook his head. His brown eyes were soft and his eyebrows were furrowed.

“It was nothing, really.” He assures you, taking a glance back at your friend. He was amused at just how fast your friend fell asleep. He turned back to look at you and felt something flutter deep in his gut.

He had kept his eyes in you all night. He couldn’t believe how grown you were. Sure, he had known you since you were young, but you were a woman now. You had always been pretty, but now, you were stunning. He felt disgusting about it. Of all the women in his life, none of them compared to you, his best friend’s daughter. The entire night he had watched the way your latex skirt was fighting to stay over the plump flesh of your ass. Your top wasn’t much better; it left little to the imagination, your nipples peaking through the thin fabric of it. You were genuinely perfect in his eyes, and it was causing him the most intense moral battle of his life.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked quietly. His eyes were wandering over you, but he was saying nothing. It looked as though he was fighting something internally.

“What are you doing here?” He asked blandly, ignoring your question entirely. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You pondered, crossing your arms over your chest, unintentionally pushing your boobs up further, placing them in perfect display for Joel.

“You could be anywhere, yet here you are drunk at your parents’ party.” He said, glancing down at your chest, hoping you wouldn’t notice, but of course you did. You chuckle in response.

“I just graduated college, Joel. I’m home temporarily until I can find something full time. What’s the matter? Am I inconveniencing you somehow?” You asked with pure sass.

“Well not entirely, no.” Joel says, stepping closer to you. “You’d think you and your friend would have a little self control considering the environment. This isn’t college, sweetheart.”

“I beg your pardon? I’ve barely drank anything. For god sake I helped you carry her.” You get defensive, emphatically gesturing towards your friend that’s passed out in your bed. “And unfortunately she could’ve been way worse than this.”

“You should’ve stopped her before she was fighting to keep herself standing.” Joel scolded you, his brows furrowing further.

“Aww what’s wrong, Joel? You have no children of your own so you have to parent me?” You snarled, stepping another inch closer to him. Joel frowns, his fist clenching at his hip.

“You’re a little fucking brat, ain’t ya?” Joel growls, getting centimeters away from your face. He was so close that you could feel his hot breath on the skin of your face.

“And you’re just a dickhead, huh?” You fire back.

Joel grabbed you by the forearm and tugged you towards your bedroom door. Before you could protest, Joel was dragging you down the hall to a spare bedroom. He swiftly pulled you inside and locked the door behind you. He grabbed you firmly by the throat, squeezing just the sides as to not restrict your airflow.

“Bit of an attitude problem, eh?” Joel spoke sternly. You gulped, gawking up into his crinkled eyes. “Might just have to sort you out.”

“What are you doing, Joel?” You squeaked out, your hand reaching up to grab ahold of his forearm. His face moved closer to yours, his eyes moving down to your crimson lips.

“I can only imagine you put on this poor excuse of a skirt to try and get someone to pay attention to you in the way you’re craving. You’re a little fucking whore, aren’t you?” Joel growls, his free hand moving down to your skirt, pulling it away from your body so it smacked back against your plump thighs. You gasped. You didn’t know how to respond to that. Was this actually happening?

After years of secretly fantasizing about a moment like this, it was finally happening, and you were flabbergasted.

“Answer me. Tell me what you are.” His grip around your throat slowly moved up to your jaw, his fingers squeezing your cheeks, making your lips purse.

You groaned in response, a hand trailing up Joel’s torso to his chest, laying a flat hand against him. His heart was beating rapidly. You glanced down and noticed the bulge straining against his vintage Levi jeans. He was enjoying this a little too much. You forced your face away from his grip, grabbing his wrist as hard as you could.

“I’m not a whore.” Your words were laced with venom. You were frustrated. Not because of the substance of Joel’s words, but because you were so fucking aroused. If it were anyone else, you probably would’ve planted a firm kick in their groin or sucker punched them in the lip. His words were disgusting, but you were eating it up.

“No?” Joel cocked his head at you. His free hand snakes up under your skirt, his fingertips pressing against your folds. His fingers were met with moisture. Your panties were soaked through. His gaze fell to his hand, then back up to your doe eyes. He smirked devilishly at you, his hand moving to your face. With his thumb, he pawed at your bottom lip, pulling it away from your teeth.

“Your cunt says otherwise, darling.” He muttered, his breath fanning across your face once more. You swallowed hard. You averted your eyes from him, his gaze making you feel entirely too hot.

“My parents.” You blurted out, your gaze returning to his momentarily. He swallows, his thumb still sitting by your mouth.

“They won’t know.” He said. You retracted your grip from his forearm, and he took that as an opportunity to run his finger up the outside of your arm painfully slow. “What’s wrong sweetheart? Scared of your daddy finding out?”

Your lips parted, a harsh exhale escaping your throat. Your body was on fire, your skin littered with goosebumps from Joel’s touch. To any normal person, this situation would be incredibly alarming. Yes, your moral compass was clawing at the back of your mind, but you craved interaction. Your morals were out the window, your desires taking superiority.

“Yes.” You whispered, your gaze falling to Joel’s lips. They were tempting you.

“If you don’t want this, stop me.”

Joel’s hand moved from your arm back towards the bottom of your skirt, pushing it up over your thighs, your red panties on full display.

“Fuck.” Joel growled, his fingertips grazing your mound through the lacy fabric. He pushed your panties to the side, his finger running through your folds, collecting your arousal. “Stop me, angel.” He teased.

His fingertip ghosted over your sensitive clit, your legs jolting in response, a whimper leaving your mouth. His mouth hovered over the soft skin of your neck, his breath stirring up goosebumps.

“S’matter sweetheart?” Joel muttered, planting a soft kiss to your throat. “Tell me what you need.”

“N-need more.” You said, your brows furrowing in desperation. You glanced down at his hand between your legs, your lower gut fluttering at the sight. He applied more pressure to the circles he was dancing over your swollen bud, the pleasure sending your head to lull backwards. You whimpered more, your legs beginning to feel like jello.

“You sound so pathetic.” Joel spat, working his fingers faster on your clit. You exhaled unevenly, your hand coming down on Joel’s bicep for stability.

You felt that familiar white heat beginning to ignite low in your belly, your cunt throbbing steadily. Your eyes squeezed shut. You were close— but Joel knew that. He wasn’t going to let you come just yet. Without warning, Joel halted his actions, his hand leaving your folds. You could’ve cried in that moment. Joel grabbed your forearm and tugged you towards the bed, pushing you down onto the duvet.

“Joel, please. I need to cum.” You whined, your head falling back into the soft mattress. Joel purses his lips at you, his hand running along the smooth skin of your leg, inching closer to where you needed his attention most.

“Jesus, sweetheart. At least you know what you want.” Joel said, squeezing the flesh of your thigh with the rough skin of his palm. “Here’s how this is gonna go. First I’m going to taste you. Then, I’m going to fuck you until you forget how to think. Got it?”

You nodded pathetically, grinding your hips down onto the mattress, desperate for some sort of friction. Joel ghosted his hands over your thighs to the seam of your latex skirt, gripping it between his fingers. In a swift motion, Joel tugged the skirt down your legs and off your body, tossing it somewhere on the floor. He left your boots on, not quite wanting to get rid of them yet. Your pussy looks so pretty underneath the transparent lace fabric of your thong. It left little to nothing to Joel’s imagination. Your breasts were spilling out of your black top, your areolas peaking out. You looked breathtaking.

“Fuck, angel. I wish you could see yourself. So pretty for me.” Joel muttered, lowering his face to your groin, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. He ran his large hand up the back of your thigh, squeezing every few inches. You bite your lip and you stared down at his face as he littered kissed across your thighs. His salt and pepper beard added even more texture to the sensations you were feeling. He slipped his fingers underneath the fabric of your panties and slowly pulled them down your tights and over your boots, leaving your heat bare. Joel lowered his face down to your core, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin. He pressed a kiss to your pelvic bone, then ghosted his lips in a line down to your sensitive bud. He planted another kiss over your clit, taking his sweet time teasing you. Your pussy was throbbing at this point, desperate for any sort of touch.

“Joel please.” You pleaded, grinding your hips up towards his mouth. “I need your tongue.”

“Good girl.” He said, lowering his tongue to your folds, licking a wet stripe up your vulva, tracing a circle around your clit, sucking down on it gently. He moaned into your flesh, the vibrations sending a chill down your spine. His tongue began to work faster, flicking up and down and side to side over your clit. He brought his middle finger to your opening, ghosting circular motions over it, before slowly pushing it inside of you. You exhaled deeply at the sensation. He began pumping his finger rhythmically in and out of you, paying special attention to curl his fingertip upwards to brush against your g spot. As he felt your walls growing accustom to the girth of his singular digit, he added a second finger, pumping faster. Just from his fingers and tongue, you already felt fucked out of your mind. The pleasure sent shocks down your legs and up your spine, your head rolling back into the mattress in euphoria. A quiet moan slipped through your cherry lips, your fists grabbing the bedding for leverage to cope with the immense pleasure coursing through you.

“Joel.” You whimpered, one of your hands jetting down to grab at his hair as he lapped at your wet heat. His soft brown eyes flicked up to meet yours at the sound of your voice. Your moan went straight to his already throbbing cock.

“Christ, baby.” He groaned, lifting away from your core to unbutton his Levi’s. His hand fumbled with the zipper to get them off as fast as he could. The anticipation was killing him; he was so hard that it was beginning to hurt. He needed inside you immediately.

Finally managing to slide his jeans down his legs, his cock was straining against his boxers. The tent was revealing in itself; you already knew he was packing a punch. It felt painfully slow, but finally Joel slipped off his boxers, revealing his erection. Leaking at the tip, he brushed his thumb over, cleaning up the precum that had accumulated from tasting you.

You sat up from the mattress and grabbed his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his. Your lips moved against his in a passionate rush. You could taste yourself on his lips. Another whimper rose from your throat, the moan vibrating off his lips. The sound of your wet kiss filled the room as he lowered his body over yours to lay you back down against the bed. His hand moved from his cock to your breast, pulling it out of your top and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Fuck.” He muttered against your lips as you rocked your hips into his. You needed his touch desperately.

“Fuck me.” You breathed out, pulling away to look him in the eye. “Please.”

That was all Joel needed to hear. He reached down to take his cock in his hand again, guiding his top to press into your folds. He ran back and forth against your slick, his precum mixing with your arousal. His eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he felt your wetness already beginning to coat him. His eyes lifted back to meet yours as he began to slowly press his tip into your entrance, the stretch already making you feel crazed. Your lips parted, an exhale escaping your lips as he pressed himself into your further. Your hands darted up to grab onto his biceps as leverage. He lowered down to your lips, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to them as he pushed his length inside of you to the hilt. Another moan escaped your lips.

“Y’okay?” Joel breathed out, slowly pumping in and out of you, allowing you time to adjust. You nodded your head, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“More.” You begged. “I need more.”

Joel ran his hand from your thigh up your belly, dragging his finger tip slowly to take in every inch of your skin. He reached your neck, wrapping his calloused fingertips around your throat, carefully squeezing on the sides. He leaned down to meet your lips, taking your bottom lip between his teeth momentarily.

“So fucking needy.” He grumbled against your mouth, his eyelids fluttering closed.

Suddenly, Joel began pounding into you. His hot breath fanned over your face as he rammed in and out of you, his length reached the deepest parts of you. You gasped, your hand reached up to grab his wrist that was busy squeezing your throat. Your eyes rolled back in your head and he slammed into you over and over. You were sure he was hitting you so deep that he was nicking your cervix. Just when you thought you couldn’t be more overwhelmed with pleasure, Joel’s free hand snaked between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit, ghosting gentle circles over the sensitive nub. You squeaked out a moan, the pleasure overcoming your senses completely. Your legs began to shake from the stimulation, your lower belly muscles tensing from the overwhelming sensation. Your breath was shaking, the oxygen feeling as through it had completely left your lungs.

“F-fuck.” You stuttered as Joel thrusted into you. “I’m close.”

Joel took this as an opportunity to slide out of you, wasting no time in flipping you onto your belly, laying a hard slap against your bare ass cheek. He groaned as your ass jiggled from the slap, his hand coming back down to grab a handful of your flesh. You pressed your face down into the duvet, letting out a moan. Your pussy was throbbing from the sudden lack of attention. You wiggled your hips, nonverbally begging for Joel’s cock. He chucked, slapping your ass once more before pressing himself back at your entrance, ramming into you fully, his hips meeting your ass in a rush. He grabbed a cheek with his rough fingertips, pulling your ass apart to get a full view of himself slamming into you. Your tightest hole was on perfect display for him.

“One day I’m going to claim you here too.” Joel growled, his fingertip grazing the ring of your asshole. You gasped, your forehead coming down onto the bedding, pressing your face down into the duvet to cover your moan. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me claiming your tight little ass as mine?”

You nodded rapidly, a straggled breath leaving your mouth. It was so goddamn hard for your mind to focus on anything except the feeling of his tip grazing the opening of your cervix with every thrust. Once again, Joel reached his hand down to toy at your clit, bringing you closer to your climax. The white heat hit you again as your legs began to shake under you. Joel wasn’t far behind you, and his pace wasn’t easing up.

His hips met yours hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls of the spare bedroom. If it weren’t for the music thumping downstairs, your sinful act would’ve already been heard throughout the entire house. Joel leaned down, kissing you against your spine, his hand kneading your ass.

“F-fuck, where do you want me? Your mouth? Or should I fill you up?” Joel grunted, his hand snaking around your front to firmly grab your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingertips.

You gasped, the stimulation for your nipple slipping you into the beginning of your orgasm. You didn’t answer him, the feeling of your impending climax completely taking over your body.

“Look at you cumming around my cock. Such a good fucking slut.” Joel growled, his pace somehow quickening further. His hand reached up to your hair, grabbing a fistful of locks and pulling your head backwards. His other hand reached around to your throat as he bent down to kiss you from the intense angle, your orgasm taking over you entirely. Your toes began to curl beneath you, your pussy clamping around Joel’s cock that was twitching deep inside you. Your pussy clenched down around his length, hugging it perfectly.

“Fuck.” Joel whimpered, his high hitting him like a train. Your spasming canal clamped down around him as he came in hot spurts, coating your walls deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, milking every ounce of cum from his length.

His thrusts slowed as his seed filled you up, his hands grabbing your hips for stability as he came the hardest he’d ever came in his life. He moaned as he slowly slipped his spent cock out of you, some of his release dripping out of your used up hole. The sight was intoxicating.

“Fuck.” Joel breathed out again, taking in the ruined state of your folds. He ran his fingers down your slick, mixing his cum with yours. You flinched at the sensitivity of your pussy, whining as he brushed over your clit.

You were spent. Your face was still pressed against the mattress, your ass still perched in the air. Joel’s cum was slowly leaking out of you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You were too fucked out of your mind to notice that Joel had left the bed to retrieve a wet rag from the attached bathroom. You winced as he gently cleaned up the juices spilling from you.

“You look so beautiful with my cum dripping out of you.” He spoke, running a hand up and down the back of your thigh. He pressed a kiss to your sore ass cheek from where he had smacked it.

You rolled over onto your back, your tender breasts jiggling from the movement. Joel leaned down and took a breast into his mouth, gently sucking on your hardened nipple.

“As much as I’d love to stay here and fuck you all night, I should go before your daddy starts to wonder where we went.” Joel said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

A pit grew deep in your gut at the thought of Joel leaving you, but you knew the nature of this interaction and it would be silly of you to expect any different. You gazed up at him and frowned.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Joel shook his head and straightened up, moving his attention to dress himself. He began buttoning his flannel that he’d taken off during your interaction at some point that you hadn’t noticed. You watched in silence as he pulled his boxers and Levi’s back up over his legs.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Joel said after he was fully dressed. You were still laying on the bed completely nude attempting to recover from the mindblowing sex you’d just endured. Joel walked towards the door, turning briefly to look at your one last time.

“You might want to get dressed, sweetheart. Hate to have your daddy walk in to see my cum spilling out of you.” He winked, then disappeared out of the door, leaving you alone fucked out of your mind.

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pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: Joel has been distant since that night. You can't stay away from him any longer.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, mention of smoking (weed), drinking, a teeny bit of somnophilia, mutual masturbation

wc: 3.7k

a/n: this is part 2 to my fic sleep! and if u like it id suggest thanking @joeloverture for being like 80% of my motivation (not proofread)

“Alright, I’m heading out!” You shout from the front door before grabbing your bag and slamming the door shut. He doesn’t even get a chance to say goodbye, that’s how horrible it’s been between the two of you. 

It’s been around a week since that night. It’s been the only thing on Joel’s mind since. The main emotion that accompanies it? 

Guilt.

Not in the way he thought it would though. He expected to feel dirty for your age, or how he knows you, but instead he feels bad for the morning after. The morning when he awoke before the sun and snuck back to his proper place on the couch. The morning you approached him to talk, he let you know that he had some work to do and locked himself away in his office for the remainder of the day. 

It had nothing to do with you… He just felt so ashamed of himself, for indulging his fantasies the way he had. The way, without you having to do any work, he was able to fall apart in your hold. It was embarrassing and shameful. You’ve never experienced anything like that before, so of course you wanted more, it never had anything to do with the fact it was him. It was just the way he was making you feel, and Joel would be fine with that; pleasing you, letting you use him for your pleasure, to finally dip your toe into the world of sex and let him be your diving board when needed. He’d have no problem with that… normally. 

But he feels for you, and he knows you don't feel the same way so it still feels like he’s taking advantage of you. 

He kept his distance and in turn, you began keeping yours. You stopped eating breakfast with him but continued to make him something and leave a cute note along with it, but even those notes lost a bit of their sweetness. 

You began going out more, staying in your room more, being on call more. He started to suddenly be very busy with his work, and constantly out getting supplies. He feels horrible that he’s trapped you here with him, nowhere to go, nothing else to do but avoid him. 

He hears your friends laugh in his driveway and the horn honks a few times as you get in. He hears the door shut, and you all speed off. Joel heads to the fridge and pops open his second beer of the night. This is all he does with his free time nowadays, drink, and wallow in his decision. 

Unfortunately, the drunker he gets, the more his guilt begins to fade away, and the more he’s able to focus on the other main emotion that comes with thinking of that night. 

Arousal. 

The way heat floods his veins when he recalls the way you clung to him, the way you moaned for him, and the faces you graced his eyes with, is something that he’s never felt in his fifty years of living. It makes him feel like a creep, when he thinks about how beautiful you sounded, moaning for him, how desperately your hips ground into him, how small they looked once he got his hands on you. 

He takes a glance at the clock beside him on the kitchen counter reading 11:36pm and realizes he’s been thinking about you for a little over half an hour. He grabs his third beer and heads to his bedroom, getting deja vu from that night. 

He’s disappointed to find the sheets changed and the bed lacking one pretty girl. He places his beers on the nightstand and lets himself collapse into the bed. He’s tipsier than usual, he hasn’t been eating well this past week and there's nothing to absorb the alcohol. He’s drowning in your scent, burying his face in your pillows and ignoring the way his jeans are already tightening. 

He’s not worried about getting caught, he knows that you’re not coming home tonight. You’re staying at a friend’s house tonight, Taylor- or maybe it was Tatiana? He doesn’t know, or care. He zoned out once you said you weren’t coming home. The familiar guilt traveling back into his mind in an instant, thinking of how disgusting he was. 

And now here he is; painfully hard in his pants just from inhaling your scent. He shakes his head into the pillows but all it does is further submerge his head in your scent. A whimper climbs out of his throat as his hips decide that movement is a must. He’s grinding against your sheets in no time. Imagining it’s you under him as he loses himself in the pleasure, surrounded by you as he falls into darkness. 

You stumble into the house around 2am, high off your ass, and in desperate need of a nap. You’re frustrated as you open the door, upset that you’re home but your friend decided to get caught up with some boy and left you as a third wheel. You never signed up for that and you had an old man waiting at home so you decided to just leave. She didn’t protest and her attention was back on the boy in an instant, your presence would not be missed. 

You wanted to give Joel some time away from you after seeing his obvious discomfort since that night. 

You assumed he’d be hesitant but his disdain was more than you’d anticipated. The way he suddenly buried himself in his work. You decided to pull away and give him some space to process. But that only led to more avoidance on his part so you decided to remove yourself entirely, give him the peace of being alone again but here you are, interrupting his night off from you.

You feel like you could cry as you stumble into your room. Your eyes are itchy and sensitive to the dry air so you’re squinted as you change into one of Joel’s shirts and change your underwear. You’re not bothered enough to put on a cute pair and climb into bed. Once you're under the covers you realize the body in your bed. 

You almost jump off, flinching so hard you have to grip the mattress to not fall over the edge. 

You climb back to your spot and can feel the warmth radiating off of him. The same warmth you felt that night. You feel that familiar throbbing start back up between your legs as you think of that night. The way he groaned into the air, how his stomach would tense in time with your hips, how thick and heavy he felt in your hand, and how he was throbbing as he painted the inside of his boxers for you. 

It was hotter than anything you could’ve imagined. It’s been the only thing on your mind, clouding all your thoughts and judgment. Enough so that you’ve barely noticed the way your hand has slid down to play with your clit. 

It’s not like you’re doing this on purpose; acting this way around him. It’s like an involuntary reaction, you can’t help the way his presence makes you ache to be touched and how his touch has you soaked in seconds. 

It’s been too long, he hasn’t been around you in so long, and all your previous “tolerance” has gone out the window. Especially with how he made you feel the last time. You haven’t been able to replicate the feeling and you’re growing more frustrated by the day. 

Joel groans and fear shoots through you, your heart starts pounding but your movements over your clit don’t stop. Something about this reminds you of that night, gives you that same thrill as that night, the same rush through your body. 

You watch him shift and turn to you, his hair a mess and in his face with his lips parted in a pout. He looks nothing short of angelic, and beautiful so you really can’t help the whine that bubbles out of your throat. You scoot closer, examining his face and breathing in his scent. It’s like an aphrodisiac, the way it clouds your head and turns your blood into fire. You’re burning for him, desperate for him to make you feel the way you felt that night.

You can feel the pit in your stomach building, pushing you to the edge as you watch his face, the way it twitches in response to his dream, the way his eyes are slowly opening. 

Shit.

Joel wakes up with a sharp inhale, almost startled out of his dream. The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is you. You’re hazy-eyed as you stare at him but there's a certain underlying excitement that has his blood pumping. He assumes it’s a dream. You’re not supposed to be home, and there’s not a chance he’d find you in his bed, admiring him as he sleeps. 

He examines you, letting his eyes rake down your face and then down your body. He notices your arm, how it slips beneath the blanket, and the movement he can see under it. His jeans are tightening again. 

He doesn’t want to jump to any conclusions. You’re not like him. Maybe you’re not doing what he thinks you are, but then again. This is his dream. Once his eyes trail back up to yours, seeking confirmation, anything that can help him decipher what's happening.. Your eyes roll back, burying themselves in your skull as your body begins to shake in front of him.

His name rolls off your tongue in a new pitch, with a new tilt and meaning. It’s filled with need, longing, and something Joel could never imagine… gratitude. This is real.

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The realization hits him like a shockwave, shaking him to his core but he freezes. What can he do in this situation? He can’t touch you, no, he’s already gone much too far into that territory… You look so beautiful though, your hand moving desperately between your legs, your pace only growing the longer he stares at you. 

You moan into his face. You look frazzled, your eyes are hazy and desperate, and it’s like they’re drawing him, enticing him to play with you. But he can’t. 

In his immobility, you begin to grow impatient. You whine for him as you feel your pleasure become stagnant, not rising or falling, just there. He doesn’t react at all, it’s like he’s in a trance, in shock or something. 

You hike your leg over him, letting your thigh rest over his hip, and scoot yourself closer. The new position gives a new angle to your pleasure and sends a shock to your core, forcing a moan from your mouth and against his mouth. He takes a short breath and finally reacts, giving you a low, gruff, “Really?” that shoots through your body. His deep voice and accent will get you every time. 

You nod and bury your face in his neck, huffing his scent like it's your drug, trying to take in any detail of him, all of them helping you closer to your peak. You just need him. “Sweetheart.” 

You moan into him again. He says the petname like a warning that you have no intentions to heed. Instead, you serve him with a bit of his medicine, gathering all the coherency you have to utter a small, whiny, “Joey” into his neck. You hear him take a sharp breath through his nose before feeling his jaw tense against your temple. He breathes out a loose word, too breathy to make out, like he wanted to say something but lost it at the last moment. 

You can feel his head tip back for a moment before coming down to bury his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent before whispering into you. “Stop.”

You whine louder than before and shake your head violently against him, forcing him to pull away from your hair. “Can’t. I can’t stop.” You pull out of his neck to look at him, already able to see the little glint in his eye that you’ve missed, the one that lets you know that behind all his resistance, there’s still a burning fire of want. “I need you so bad. I can’t— not without you, Joey” Your voice breaks down into a whine at the end, aroused at how pathetic you sound trying to explain yourself to him. 

The way your body yearns for his is beyond you, it’s something ethereal. He all but growls in response, a deep hum at your words. “You can’t?” He sounds strained, and tense as he questions you, and you happily voice your troubles. “I can’t cum without you anymore, Joey.” He groans shakily into your hair and it sends a shiver down your spine, your fingers begging to speed up over your clit but you’re barely getting any stimulation anymore, your hand is getting tired, and you’ve been at it for so long you feel you may just lose your mind. “Dunno what’s wrong with me.” You whine into his shoulder, burying yourself further in him as your hand gives up and you revert to the only thing you know feels good. 

His body. 

Your arm wraps around his neck instead, a familiar position as you grind against him, happy to find him rock hard from the whole ordeal. He moans above you, short and curt before grabbing your hips roughly, gripping strongly enough to stop your movements and pull yourself from his neck to look at him. His eyes are a bit wild, and his brows are furrowed. “No.” His eyes dart from your face to your chest, and hips, then back to your eyes. “You’re— You can- You’re fine. You don’t need me.” He keeps intense eye contact as he speaks and he’s nodding his head to you, like he’s trying to convince you to agree with him. All the while you’re desperately shaking your head.

Your hands come to grip the front of his shirt, holding him in place so he can’t pull any farther away. “No. I can’t. You- You don’t think I would if I could?” You loosen your grip as a bit of embarrassment sets in. “If I could avoid looking like this- this desperate, needy, fucking— If I could avoid giving you this image of myself.. You don’t think I would? I can’t.”

Joel is stunned to silence. You do this to him every time. Every time he’s shocked by your need for him, by the effect your words have on him, and how quickly he can dispel every worry, and all his morals for you.

His eyes flicker between your legs for a moment. “Touch y’self for me.” A soft gasp flows out of your mouth at that and your hand shoots to your clit. Your body is suddenly on fire, sensitive to your every touch, to the way his clothes feel against your skin, and how your fingers move over your clit. 

Your eyes flutter beautifully as you immediately follow his command. It raises goosebumps to his skin and makes his cock cry; how naturally obedient you are. “Good.” You moan and dive for his chest again, always trying to hide that pretty face from him. He places his hand on your shoulder and gently pushes back, leaning down slightly so he can force your eyes to his. “Let me see you, princess.” Your brows furrow and your mouth parts in shock, letting little whimpers grace his ears and your head falls back against the pillow. You look like a goddess as your eyes roll back into your head. He’s just admiring you, watching the way your hands move over your panties, abusing your clit with the material, all for him. 

His cock spews an embarrassing long stream into his boxers as it pulses erratically. He undoes his pants as quickly as he can and his hand shoves itself into his pants, instantly wrapping around his shaft before squeezing around his tip. He has to bite down on his lip to keep a groan from exiting his mouth. 

He doesn’t want to alert you to what he’s doing yet. He likes the fact that what you’re doing isn’t a show for him, it’s not something you’re orchestrating to turn him on, to get him to cum.. It’s just how you are, how you feel. Yet it’s turning him on and he can already feel his cock pulsing in his hand. The way you affect him sends a rush of pleasure through his body that raises the hairs on his neck. He shivers with a gentle moan as his eyes close and his cock leaks over his fist. 

Your eyes open and instantly dart to watch the way he’s working himself in his pants before shooting up to his face. You watch his brows furrow and his closed eyes flutter as he touches himself. The fact that he must be thinking about you in the process shocks through you and you moan out embarrassingly. It’s like all your functions go haywire once you’ve got Joel on your mind. You can’t control yourself anymore, you go back to your most basic, primal state where he’s the one who can subdue you. 

His eyes open back up at your sounds, happily finding you staring at him again. You have nothing but admiration in your eyes and he can’t believe the way you’re looking at him. It’s the same way he looks at you. 

Joel fully turns onto his side to make you the only thing in his line of sight and you instantly lean closer to him, an action he immediately mirrors. You bury yourself in his neck again, taking the time to your face along his stubble in the process and moaning to him at the feeling. “Need you so much, Joey.” He outright moans into your ear at your words. You sound so far gone, so loose for him. It’s something he’s never seen from you before. His free hand comes around to press against the small of your back, arching you into him so you both can be as close as possible. “Yeah? You- shit. Ya’ really need me, darlin’?”

His voice shakes as he speaks and you whine at the way his breath ghosts over your ear. 

You can’t answer him for a moment, too caught up in the heat of the moment, how erotic it is. You’re trying to imagine the scene from a birdseye view and it’s getting you closer to the edge than anything you’ve tried all week. Especially if you add the idea that you and Joel are together. You imagine that you’re not just in love with a man who views you as nothing but a debauched teen. You imagine that the two of you are in a healthy, loving relationship. That you’re performing an act of intimacy rather than purely sexual. You breathe out a whine into Joel’s ear at the thought.

He doesn’t appreciate your lack of response, however. He’s right on the edge and he was hoping your words would push him over but now it just feels like you’re edging him with your silence. “Talk. T-tell me, baby. Talk to me ‘bout it. Please darlin’.” He sounds needier than you could’ve ever imagined. You still have the idea of being his in your mind, so that paired with the way he seems to be needing you right now shoves you to the cusp of your orgasm. 

You can feel a coil tingling and tightening in your lower stomach as your hands begin to work overtime. You haven’t even really registered what Joel said, only being able to focus on the way he said it. You pull your head out of his neck while your free hand reaches around to cup the back of his neck. 

His face immediately moves to follow you, desperately craving your eye contact. Your hazy eyes meet him, seeing all his eagerness, and all the words you’d gathered seem to scatter from your mind. All you can focus on is the wet pout of his lips, and suddenly they’re calling you. You’re pulling him closer and connecting them with yours without even thinking. 

His lips meet yours and Joel spends 0.1 seconds in shock before his cock is exploding inside his boxers. A thought of guilt flits through his mind quickly, feeling bad that he’s not coherent enough to kiss you properly while cumming for you but then he hears the little moans that are emanating from your throat. He notices the way your lips lose any rhythm they’d previously had as you melt against him, your mouth parting against his as your moans begin to climb out of your mouth and into his. The act sends a new wave through him as his thigh tenses and his cock spurts longer, thicker ropes into his hand.

His eyes shut tightly as he takes in your sounds, the loose whine of his name, the stuttering groans as you begin to overstimulate yourself. Your nails are digging into the back of his neck, definitely leaving a mark that he’ll run his fingers over for the next week, relishing in the sting it’ll bring. 

You whine and bury your face in his neck again before pulling your hand from your pants and running it along his arm. His hand has stopped moving over his cock but is frozen in place as you run your finger down his arm. He can feel the dampness on your fingertips and he’s trying his hardest not to work himself up all over again. 

You follow the path of his arm down to his wrist and your hand slides right into his boxers. A gust of air leaves his mouth as you wrap your hand around his, threading your fingers and pulling his hand out. He’d expect you to be deterred by the mess, by how much he’s soaked his palm but you happily intertwine your hand with his before tucking it into your chest. 

He stock still and perfectly silent, not wanting to do anything to jeopardize the precious moment you’re letting him etch into his memory and soon he hears little hums coming from your throat. He presses himself a little closer to you and realizes they’re snores, you’ve fallen asleep like this.

Normally, Joel wouldn’t let this happen. He’d get up and make it a point to clean himself off, hating how dirty his cum on his skin made him feel. But for you? He’ll sit in his filth.

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Read Your Diary

Summary: While redoing the floor in your house, Joel can’t help teasing you after snooping around your room and discovering a few of your secrets.

Pairing: dbf! Joel Miller x fem reader

Warnings: 18+ only, SMUT, Minors DNI!, no outbreak AU, age gap, perv Joel, panty stealing, absolute filth, dom Joel, masturbation, sexual tension, cursing, slight praise kink?

Word count: 2,213

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Joel knew he shouldn’t be prying but when it came to you the lines between right and wrong were beginning to blur. 

He was trying so hard to keep himself under control, to keep himself from defiling you. Even though you were in your twenties and graduated from college, you were the daughter of his best friend and he could never have you. But boy did that fact not stop the fantasies he often indulged in late at night with his swollen cock in his hand. Your name was a whisper on his tongue as he rode out his high and came harder than ever before. 

He’d parked his truck in the driveway and let himself in with his spare key. He was at your dad’s place to put down new flooring in the living room, doing it more as a favor for a good price. He had a good heart after all and he was always willing to help out those he cared for. 

Ripping up the crusty carpet from the 80s had been simple enough and now he was in the stage of putting down the new hardwood floors. He’d done a good job at keeping his desires at bay, but today he couldn’t help himself from meandering down the hallway and peeping into your room. He knew you weren’t home; this could be his chance to get a glimpse of how you spent your life behind closed doors. The thought of him uncovering a few of your well-hidden secrets gave him an adrenaline rush that went straight to his head and his cock. 

He started in your bathroom, pulling back the shower curtain and taking mental notes of the scents of body wash and soaps that you liked. Then, he dug around in the cabinet under the sink. His heart hammered in his chest at the small cosmetic bag he found deep in the corner back behind the toilet paper rolls. He’d almost missed it, it was hidden so well. Just a corner of it was barely visible from the crevice it was shoved into. 

Carefully he retrieved it and he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the huge dildo hidden inside. His eyes grew dark with lust and his cock twitched in his pants as he imagined you fucking yourself on it late at night. Was there a chance you imagined it was his cock and moaned his name as you came? Fuck, how he wished you did just that. 

He hid it back away and turned his attention to the dirty clothes hamper. He was salivating as he opened the lid and your scent permeated his nose and went straight to his very being. He began digging around in it ravenously searching for the perfect prize. Finally, he found it: two pairs of your worn panties. One pair he shoved deep into his back pocket for later and the other pair he held to his nose and inhaled deeply. The aroma of your sweet pussy was almost too much for him to bear and he started palming his hard cock in his jeans. Whines and little moans came out of his mouth and then as if something had overcome him, he shoved the panties deep into his mouth, sucking all of the juices out of them. 

By now, his cock was so swollen the head was dripping with precum and it threatened to burst without even being touched. Your taste was sweet, addicting even and he knew then that he had made a mistake. Now, he wouldn’t be able to stop until he was able to taste the real thing. It was calling out to him and he had to find a way to answer the call. 

He pulled the sodden panties from his mouth and shoved them deep into the basket. Fighting the urge to grab another pair for later, he entered back into your room unsure of where to start but eventually settled on the dresser where he began to rifle through the drawers. Disappointment flowed through him when he didn’t find anything hidden there. Of course not, you’d already proven to him that you hid things very well. Such a clever girl giving him a run for his money. It was going to be hard to find anything else you kept hidden. 

Still drunk on your scent and taste, he snatched the bottle of perfume off your dresser. The primal pleasure of your familiar scent was enough to send him into a feral frenzy of fantasies where your after-sex scent clung to him for days. A constant reminder of how he defiled you. He wanted to absolutely ruin you, to tear you into two with his cock.

Finally, after rummaging around your room for a while, he found what he was really looking for – your diary. Fuck, you really were such an intelligent girl but not quite smart enough to keep your secrets hidden from someone as determined as him. He would have you one way or another and perhaps your diary could help him do just that. 

Most of the earlier entries in the diary were insignificant. He soon found himself growing tired of reading about nonsensical drama. Just as he was about to give up and stash the book back into its hiding spot, he found it: the first entry with his name in it. It wasn’t much — just a synopsis of the day and how he had come over to watch the game with your dad — but it gave him hope that perhaps his name was mentioned elsewhere. Hope that he could get a glimpse into your most private thoughts.

“There it is,” he hummed to himself, his finger resting on an entry from last month. It was hard to miss his name, it was bolder as if you had traced over it several times with your pen while lost in a daydream. He read through the entry, his heart hammering in his chest as it went into the details of a rather graphic dream you’d had about him. Though the last few lines of the entry were scratched through, Joel didn’t have to read anymore. It was obvious.

“I fucking knew it,” he muttered aloud, his eyes narrowed as he closed the diary and returned it to its hiding spot. There was no need for him to pry anymore. Now he knew for sure that you felt the same as him. You yearned for him just the same as he yearned for you. The taboo nature of it all was enough to drive him nearly insane.

“Mr. Miller?” you called out from the kitchen, the confusion evident in your voice at the empty work zone in the living room. 

Joel scrambled out of your room and bolted into the bathroom door down the hallway. He made sure to flush the toilet and run the water before exiting with your sodden panties in his back pocket a constant reminder of the shame he should be feeling for snooping around. 

“I’m here, darlin’. Had to take a leak,” he said, fixing a glass of water back in the kitchen and taking a swig of it. “Was just about to get started laying down the planks. Might get a bit loud with the saw going in a bit. What’re you doing at home anyway? Your dad said you had to work today.”

“Nah,” you shook your head. “Went to breakfast with some friends. Took a mental health day today. I needed a break.” While it was true that you needed a break, what you really wanted was a chance to see Joel at work. His calloused fingers were the bane of your existence lately. You figured seeing them in action might help ease the discomfort you felt at night as you imagined all the things he could do to you. 

“Ah, good girl,” Joel muttered so low that you weren’t sure you heard him correctly. “Gotta keep that mind sharp,” he said, tapping his temple. 

“Yeah… well I told them I’d do what work I could remotely so I’ll be here,” you gestured towards your laptop on the counter. It was a lie, you weren’t able to do your job from home but you needed an excuse to be able to watch him work. 

“Working from your laptop’s a thing?” Joel pondered. “You’re really aging me now, baby.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips as you both settled down into a rhythm doing your separate work. No matter how much you tried to be sneaky about it, you just couldn’t keep your eyes off Joel. He had already rid himself of his flannel and was working in his undershirt. Muscles ripped under the tight fabric with each movement, making you clench your thighs together. His large fingers ran over the boards, making meticulous measurements. They then worked to push the boards through the saw to get them cut just right. Slow, sure, movements had you sure he was doing it to intentionally spur you on, but he never looked up from his work. The thought of toying with your clit from behind the safety of the table at which you sat while you watched him crossed your mind, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You were sure you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet. 

An hour went by before either of you spoke. 

“Not doing much work are ya? You haven’t taken your eyes off me since I started working.” He sat up on his knees and slowly looked at you with a smirk. 

You blushed and muttered under your breath, dipping your head to hide behind your laptop. With your fake typing resumed Joel slunk his way toward you, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“Come on, sweetie. Don’t lie to me. I think we both know you aren’t working. Why can’t a pretty little thing like you take your eyes off your dad’s best friend? Hhhmm? Gotta thing for your dad’s buddy?” he whispered in your ear, the taunt very blatant and obvious. He knew exactly what you were up to. 

You tried to form a sentence, but your words kept getting mixed up. 

“Shut up,” Joel commanded, his thumb resting on your bottom lip and pulling it down before letting it drop away. You obeyed without hesitation, looking up at him with wide eyes, the ache in between your legs growing stronger at his rough display of dominance. “You wanna sit at home and play hooky to spend some time with your dad’s best friend, right? You wanna stare then I’ll give you something to stare at.” 

Gripping your arm so tightly that you knew there would be bruises there in the morning he drug you to the living room and threw you onto the floor. “On your knees, remove your bottoms,” he said sternly and you obeyed, left sitting in nothing but your oversized t-shirt. “Now, sit there quietly and look all you want baby but you can’t touch anything. Got it?” You nodded your head furiously in agreement. “Good girl,” he praised.

And just like that, he went back to work on the floor as if nothing happened whistling a tune while he continued his job. Staring at him was torturous and did nothing to help the slick you could already feel forming in between your legs. A small whimper left your lips when you began to feel it dripping down your thigh.

“I thought I told you to shut up,” Joel said, slowly turning his head in your direction. His eyes were dark, looking over you with a glare of pure authority settled upon him as you had never seen before. 

His reaction made you curious to see what he would do if you disobeyed him. So, you did just that. Standing to your feet, you flipped him the bird and turned to walk away. You didn’t get very far before Joel was hot on your heels, grabbing you by your waist and slinging you into the wall. His hand squeezed your cheeks together and you knew you had fucked up.

“You little slut… You tryna test me?” Joel growled, his voice low and his teeth gritted together. He pushed his body up against you and you felt his hardened cock grind against you. You gasped at the friction and your hips started moving on their own trying to offer yourself any relief to the ache that just kept growing between your legs. If you didn’t get any pleasure soon you were sure you were going to burst.

Joel was enraged and it took every ounce of self-control not to throw you on the ground and fuck you right then and there, but he knew that he had to show you he meant business. But not today, he wanted to rile you up and then leave you wanting him. “I don’t chase what I want, it comes to me. I gotta teach you a fucking lesson,” he scolded backing away and settling back to his work.

“Please,” you begged. “I need you.”

He simply shook his head and ignored you the rest of the day, leaving without a word when he was done with his work for the day.

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

[joelsgreys]

🍂 joelsgreys weekly recap 🍂

hello friends! here we are at my very first weekly recap! i really wish i could have come up with a more creative name but this is all i got. anyway, i am so grateful to be back to engaging with the community, this is the best i have felt in a long time, i feel…i feel human again. and because i feel human again, i have the capacity, time, and energy to really engage with others and not only that, but i can enjoy it. thank you all sm for welcoming me back after several weeks of me just popping in and out, after a name change, and after i had all those bumps in the road.

fic recs

here’s some of what i read and enjoyed over the last couple of weeks!

🔥 indicates smut, please be sure to heed all tags/warnings by the author, all blogs and works are 18+ only, MINORS DNI.

Sequins by @trulybetty 🔥

Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: On a night out with friends, you run into a broad-shouldered stranger and there's no denying that there's an immediate attraction between the two of you.

Deliver Me From Nowhere by @atinylittlepain

Joel Miller x OFC Reader

there is no series summary, but please mind the tags as this fic does involve dark themes including domestic violence. but it’s such a beautifully written story, Gin’s talent is out of this world.

Born lucky, under a bad star by @softlyspector

Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: Joel has always been lucky, in the worst of ways. *major spoilers for tlou part 2

daydreams by @morning-star-joy

Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: It's been years since Joel's kissed anybody, and your lips are all he can think about.

a matter of time by @cupofjoel 🔥

Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: joel can't remember the last time he took things slow and let himself feel. you give him a gentle reminder.

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE RAIN by @psychedelic-ink 🔥 (i’m not yelling okay the title is in all caps….but i am yelling at how hot this was)

Javier Peña x Plus Size Female Reader

Summary: it's the 80s. when the dig you've been working at has to take a short break due to escobar and politics, you decide to wait it out at medellín. while hitchhiking, a charming stranger pulls up.

stay here, honey by @swiftispunk 🔥

DBF! Joel Miller x Female Reader

summary: [no outbreak] p*rn no plot. you sit on dbf!joel's lap at a party, it's a whole thing

Divine Dynasty Series by @cavillscurls 🔥

AU Mafia! Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: Your father had been a loyal asset to the Miller Clan for his entire life. After his passing, Joel feels a responsibility for you and your safety; inviting you further into his world, and your desires.

a lover’s pinch by @hier--soir 🔥

AU Professor! Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: a one-night stand with a charming texan turns into something much more thrilling when you discover he is your new college professor. joel miller is entirely off limits. but now that you’ve had a taste, will you be able to keep your hands to yourselves?

*only 1.5 chapters in so expect to see this in the next recap too lmao.

beautiful fall divider by @saradika

#vee’s recs #fic recs #weekly recap

[604to647]

WIP Wednesday (so/too many things 🫣)

Thank you for the tag @mermaidgirl30 😘

A productive week of writing! Writing Birthday Bunny for P's birthday really got me back into the groove of writing for our Safest with You couple 🥰

Ch. 15 - The BBQ is written but needs a good, scrub down edit 😂:

Clawing down your partially exposed body, clamouring to find the inside tie that separate him from your soft body, Din pauses only to pull you away from the car so he can unlock the door; as soon as it opens, he walks you backwards and helps you up onto the seat, scooting you back so your legs dangle out the door. 

“There,” Din says huskily, as he finds the little knot on the right inside seam of your dress and pulls so it unfurls, “you aren’t out in the open anymore.”  He spreads apart the fabric of your dress so you’re presented to him in your pretty pink mesh and ruffles lingerie set; he sucks in his breath. 

“Just for you, daddy,” you coo.  You knew Din wouldn’t be expecting something so flirty and naughty under the dress you had picked for what was supposed to be a casual and wholesome family event.

Ch. 16 - The Matchup is about 80% done as well:

The roar of the crowd is deafening.  Despite this being an unsanctioned match, the spectators have showed up in droves, drawn in by Din’s celebrated fight history, the underlying family rivalry, or both.

When Din and the contingent from Mando’s make their ring entrance, the noise level somehow crescendos; you hold Bea and Lala’s hands and catch Paz’s eye with your own, shining bright with pride as you cheer loud.  Somehow Din discerns your voice over the crowd and as he passes your row, looking calm and formidable, he finds you and his eyes soften just long enough to throw you a wink before settling back into a steely glare.  Jimmy on the other hand follows behind Greef, all pumping fists and testosterone fueled howls.  He hypes up the crowd even more, reaching in to fist bump you and the girls, and accepts a hair tousle from Paz’s long reaching arm.

The last part of Mi Galleta will be posted on Friday! I can't believe I finished a series 😭 I already started to miss our scowly bouncer and his Cookie, so I decided I would try my hand at @undercoverpena's April Showers Challenge for them - the opening lines are written (plus moodboard made):

“Keep your eyes open, Cookie.”

Your eyes snap open at Pero’s command, followed by a slower opening of your plush mouth into an oh shape before you let out a whimper.

He’s working you open so deftly with just two of his fingers, it’s a wonder you’re not crying out obscenities and pleading to come.  But you have to stay quiet; you are, after all, at Pero’s place of work.

Finally, because I don't know what's good for me, I've had a little Bridgerton AU idea for a while, even before P showed up at the SAG Awards in Regency Prada™️. The basic premise is that Reader is a family friend of the Bridgertons, but missed her season (Daphne's) as she was travelling abroad with her father, now forced to return in order to finally enter the marriage mart two years later after her friend. Our Pboi is either Pero or Frankie, and he's Spanish nobility that's visiting London; being a good friend of Colin Bridgerton's who the latter met during his recent travels, Pero/Frankie is begrudgingly dragged to this season's events by his friend.

The thing is this/here's the thing: I want to make it childhood best friends to lovers, but I also want the SAG pictures to be my main visual inspo.

No pressure tags and anyone else who likes to do these (I do!🥰) please do! @nerdieforpedro @alltheotps

#wip wednesday #too many wips #halp #din djarin #din djarin fic #din djarin fanfiction #pero tovar #pero tovar fic #pero tovar fanfiction #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

[rhoorl]

Week in Review | Oct. 8 aka the Week of the Great Gray Sweatpant Revelation

Hi, hope you all are doing well! Another week in the books. When I woke up this morning it was in the high 60’s (F) here in Florida which is basically “grab your sweatshirt” weather for me. I’ve currently got some chili in the slow cooker and I’m channeling all of my fall vibes even though it will be in the 80’s by the afternoon.

Three years ago today we rescued our corgi (for those reading Delta Landscaping, yes I had to throw a corgi into the story because of that). She had a bit of a rough go before us and she still has her moments, but she’s taught me a lot about patience and grace and we have a really special bond. It’s also been so cute to see her bond with my daughter. She was really unsure at first but now they’re super cute together.

I also had quite the Pedro boy week. I started it off with meeting Mando and ended it with Silva and Strange Way of Life (more on that to come).

Fics I read this week:

I have soooo many fics I want to read, and my TBR list is getting out of control. But like, what a great problem to have. I'm continually awed by the passion, creativity, and talent in this fandom.

Frankie Morales

The Pilot and His Girl by @avastrasposts - I can’t believe we’re almost done with this story! I have the lastest chapter on the list to read asap. I’ve loved the ride so far and am so happy to see some of my mutuals on here starting to read it too!

Delta Palms Tropical Resort by @linzels-blog - Loved some Frankie in this latest chapter. Such a competent pilot … sigh ….

Joel Miller

Butter @fuckyeahdindjarin - Sweet, fluffy Joel + a baker. This was a really cute read.

Javier Peña

Every Inch by @javierpena-inatacvest It’s in the It's Never Too Late universe. Javi is as sweet as ever with Osita and is such a supportive partner. (Warning, there’s a reference to green shirt Javi and I about passed out). 😉

Playball by @morallyinept - Gifs are my love language and how I express myself best, so a little drabble inspired by gifs (and Javi gifs at that) had me sold!

Paranoid Heat by @goodwithcheese - I already know I’m going to be obsessed with this. It was a great opening chapter and I’m so hooked. Megan, please don't tell me there are any landscapers in this fic. I don't need another spin off 😂

Marcus Pike

Headshots - Chapter 2 by @secretelephanttattoo - I loved getting a continuation of the story between Marcus and an FBI photographer. Marcus is equal parts menace and sweet, fluffy, great boyfriend.

Dieter Bravo 

Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings Continues to deliver. This is just such a good fic and I love all of the behind-the-scenes and extras we get for more insight.

Unwind by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin - This was so cute … you already know I love a fluffy Dieter.

Kinktober and Other Prompts

This is my first time experiencing Kinktober, so I’ve been glued to @absurdthirst feed for new stories.  

My girl @trulybetty also has some great little stories as part of her Autumnal Offerings series. I’ve really enjoyed getting some glimpses at other stories in her universe that I have on my TBR list!

@secretelephanttattoo has some really fun fics dropping like Sofa, so good (Frankie), Stargazing (Frankie), and Kiss Me Quick (Dieter).

Benny Miller / Garret Hedlund

It’s been a while since I had a Benny fic, but @musings-of-a-rose remedied that in spades with The One. It follows Benny and OFC Lily, who just so happens to be Frankie’s 21-year-old daughter. These age gap/dbf stories can be tricky sometimes, but I really thought this one was handled so well. And Benny was sensitive, sweet, funny, and hot. 

Posts from this week:

I hit a big (for me) milestone on here this week and invited some asks and I was not disappointed. I had so much fun with these so if you ever have something, please send me one! To anyone who sent me one this week, I’m thinking up some asks to send your way in return! 😉 I’m not sure if this link will work, but here’s all of the asks I received!

Feral corner:

Gray Sweatpants Update - I am still recovering from the revelation that Young Joel is wearing gray sweatpants in the first episode of TLOU. *deep breaths* Like honestly, the rest of the week aws a blur after that.

You know, I love having friends in all corners of the globe, but sometimes I miss things when I’m asleep. Case in point, this post about … hands. Woof, it was quite the way to start my Sunday.

Things I watched:

I finally saw SWOL and loved every minute of it (although it was over too soon!). I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get back out to the theater for a viewing, but I’m going to get a free trial of Mubi when it comes to streaming so I can see it again. I’m also on the hunt for the Q&A that some saw following their showing so I can get some more insight.

Garrett Hedlund headlined two things I watched this week. I finished Mosaic, which was good. I love mysteries and thrillers. Interesting tidbit about that show: when it first came out, it was released on an app where (as I understand it) you could watch things in any order…like a Mosaic 😉 When it was put on HBO Max it transitioned to a linear format. It was good, but part of me wishes I could have chosen the path for the narrative because I love a choose-your-own-adventure story!

I also watched Desperation Road. It's set in rural Mississippi and is a series of interconnected stories. Some of the subject matter is hard and a bit triggering, but Garrett delivers an absolutely beautiful performance. Seriously, between him and Pedro…they have such expressive eyes.

Things I'm excited for:

Later this week Mr. Rhoorl and I are celebrating our wedding anniversary.  We are doing a behind-the-scenes tour at Universal for three of the Halloween Horror Nights houses and TLOU is one of the houses we are going through! I am so excited and will take as many photos as I can. I’ve been really leaning into the Halloween vibes this year so I will be writing something special later on this month to celebrate the spooky season.

Fic updates:

I got chapters out this week for both fics. I may be a little delayed getting the next installments out, but we'll see!

Thanks as always for reading my ramblings, I hope you have an awesome week!

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3 

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

#rhoorl week in review #pedro pascal fanfic #dieter bravo x reader #frankie morales fanfiction

[myfictionaldreams]

What is your favorite story that you have written and why? 😍

Hello my dear! oh my gosh a question about me this is exciting! Why does my mind always go blank when questioned like, what have I even written? I have 80 fics to pick from so it's hard to narrow down so I've picked a few!

Pretty Eyes - it's my most recent one but makes me feel so happy to reread, I find my version of Eddie so easy to write for and wish I could write for him every day because wow he is the love of my entire life

Steve's Birthday wish - I have to be boastful and say I love all my stucky fics but this one in particular, just to be able to include Buckaroo finally into the relationship and I'd had the idea in my head for a while so I'm glad I finally did it

It's cold outside - again this was something I was writing for a while and DBF!Lee makes me feral so writing him so corrupt made me feel things (oops).

Our Secret - This one means a lot to me because it's actually the first fic I sent to my best friend and told her I had been writing fanfiction and now I message her every single day about everything I'm writing and she honestly helps me so much! (shes the best). I love this version of Draco with the secret relationship vibes, would love to write more for him!

Good morning - finally my favourite Poly!Marauders fic (these boys also have a hold on my soul). It's actually quite hard for me to pick my favourite marauders fic, I like this one the most because of the smut not going to lie but I love writing each of their different dynamics with Reader and the dom/sub relationship which has also meant that I've had to educate myself and explore that side of kinks a lot more!

#asks* #anon

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

I posted 2,819 times in 2022

That's 2,022 more posts than 2021!

556 posts created (20%)

2,263 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@foreverindreamlandd

@kinanabinks

@buckycuddlebuddy

@treatbuckywkisses

@sweetascanbee

I tagged 1,368 of my posts in 2022

#digging up carrot's veggies 🥕 - 382 posts

#carrot's fic recs - 232 posts

#carrot and her fraaans - 93 posts

#carrot's corazón❣️ - 53 posts

#sebastian stan - 53 posts

#carrot's harvest - 52 posts

#carrot bong - 29 posts

#instagram - 26 posts

#spotify - 22 posts

#fruit basket - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#like it's so hard and it's weird bc i don't have this big tragedy on my shoulders i'm just a middle class young woman with a lot of issues

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

THE WAY I SCREAMED 👁️👄👁️

The things he says... That's gotta be on purpose right???? HE KNOWS THE POWER HE HOLDS

279 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

#4

Happy Birthday Sergeant

Drabble

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky hates celebrating his birthday, that is until you forgot about it

Warnings: mention of a blowjob, lil bit of sadness, fluff but it's not that fluffy??

Wc: 1k

a/n: Today is TLOML's birthday and words cannot express just how special he is to me, Bucky Barnes deserves everything good in this life and I'm gonna give it to him <3, anyways, happy reading!

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291 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

#3

L.O.V.E

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Plus size!Fem!Reader (no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: Bucky wants to offer you more than love

Warnings: underage drinking (reader is 20), a little low self esteem, self image issues, smutty (foreplay, implied oral and smut), tiny amount of angst, shitty father (not the reader’s), mention of a gun.

Wc: 4k

a/n: a little late buuut, Happy valentines everyone! I have very mixed feelings about this one lol, also,this was supossed to be pure fluff lmao, oh well… I hope you enjoy <3 And I would like to specify that the reader had a tough time figuring out what she wanted to do after high school so that’s why she JUST applied for collage (it’s ok to not know what you want for your life, there’s no rush, you get to choose your own path).

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352 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#2

DᵣₑₐₘₗₐₙD

Pairing: DBF!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader(no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: You thought you were happy, you thought you’d never see him again… you were wrong.

w/c: 4.8k

Warnings: smut (needy/semi-rough sex), Possessive behaviour, lil bit toxic relationship, mention of a blowjob,  degradation kink, barely noticeable dumbification, cheating(not on reader) , big age difference, Reader is in mid 20s and Lloyd is in late 40s(in flashbacks reader is 19-21), please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: a few days ago I dreamed that Chris Evans fucked me real good right after my wedding(don't even remember who I married lmao), that’s the first dream I’ve remembered in YEARS so I had to turn it into a fic, plus @camilledove @forever-aria @buckys-bitchhh practically BEGGED(literally just asked once) me to write this, this is for them <3

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own, I'm sorry if this fic gets confusing.

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My #1 post of 2022

Im about to throw a fit 😤

1,013 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #forever your stalker Col lmaooo <3 #Spotify

[david-bowie-flowers]

(1983)

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Bowie by Denis O’Regan  flowers by jayflora_designs

#David Bowie #bowie #david bowie and flowers #dbf #dbf 80s #DBF Orange #DBF Multicolor #flowers #plants #mix #cornflower #zinnia #marigolds #Other flowers #Serious Moonlight #denis o'regan

[draguta]

I posted 291 times in 2022

That's 93 more posts than 2021!

57 posts created (20%)

234 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@draguta

@eddielives1986

@mvnsoneddie86

@buckymilf

@sebastian-lips

I tagged 90 of my posts in 2022

#bucky barnes - 44 posts

#bucky barnes fanfic - 43 posts

#james buchanan barnes - 42 posts

#james bucky barnes - 42 posts

#bucky barnes fanfiction - 42 posts

#bucky barnes x reader - 41 posts

#james barnes - 41 posts

#bucky barnes smut - 41 posts

#bucky barnes x you - 40 posts

#marvel - 40 posts

Longest Tag: 113 characters

#y'all just don't like him because he's one of the older cast but isn't as attractive as the other older male cast

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

.just the way you are | masterlist.

pairing: dbf!bucky x fem!reader

summary: back home in brooklyn, job lost, dumped, unable to pay rent, and utterly ashamed of yourself. of course your dad had offered out your childhood bedroom, but what happens when you bump into his best friend once again, this time no longer the teenager that you were when you left?

series warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, age gap (reader 24, bucky 39)

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epilogue | 23/12/22 |

216 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

#4

.all of me.

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: bucky is usually the domineering kind, and you were quite willing to let him stay that way. but when he suggests you take the reigns for the night, you're not going to say no.

word count: 2141 words

warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

a/n: i'm so happy to be writing for bucky again! i've missed my sweet boy. this was just a little fun when i couldn't sleep - enjoy folks!

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There were hands everywhere, in your hair, scratching down his back, gripping at your thighs harshly enough to leave bruises, gripping onto the muscles of his biceps.

That's how it usually was with Bucky; fast and rough, demanding, passionate, and domineering. He didn't make love, he fucked. He knew what he wanted and he would take it, rather asking for forgiveness and checking you were OK afterwards instead of asking for permission beforehand. That was just how he was, and you weren't exactly going to complain. It felt too good to be a problem. In these situations you were simply his willing accomplice, prepared and compliant to whatever his plan may be, eager to please.

You focused on his fingertips as they trailed down your thigh, coming to stop at the hem of your skirt, tapping once, twice, before making the trip back upwards towards your waist. He was playing games with you, another of Bucky's habits, one that always kept you greedily coming back for more.

Because that's how you would describe yourself, greedy. When it came to Bucky, you were always greedy. You yearned for those touches, dreamt about his kisses when he was not there to fulfill the ache, insatiably jumped on him whenever there was an ounce of suggestion that he wanted you.

His lips pulled away from yours for an instant, and you whined at the loss, but when they quickly latched onto your neck, emphasized with a pinch at the soft, supple skin on your hips, you couldn't stop the gasp that escaped from your mouth. Kiss after kiss, lick after lick, suck after suck; the attack on your neck was relentless, but never overbearing. He knew your limits, he knew where the line was, and despite his ravenous tendencies, he rarely crossed that line.

So when he slowly snapped his head back, removing himself from your embrace almost entirely, it was safe to say that you were surprised. He leaned in again, his nose brushing over yours as he spoke, his breath warm against your lips, the scent of the mint from his toothpaste overflowing your nostrils. You closed your eyes, simply relishing in that moment of closeness, a moment of which was seldom captured between the two of you.

"Tell me what you want."

His voice was low, laced with the want that you were so used to hearing from him. If you knew anything about Bucky, you knew that it was an order, but it was softer than usual, less demanding, more simply asking. It was strange to hear from him, unexpected, but you were never one to disobey an order.

"Please Bucky," you whined. "Make me feel good." "No, sweet girl." Your eyes fluttered open in surprise. Never before had he said no to your begging, had denied you after you had done what he'd asked you to do. But he continued, and the words that he whispered against you skin next brought goosebumps to your spine. "Tonight you're in charge. You make the decisions. I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

You blinked slowly. Was he really doing this? Was he really handing over all of the power, all of the decisions, the entire possible outcome of your night together, on a silver platter for you to take? Never before had this been an option, never before had he even suggested it, and you had always been ok with that. But now, the idea of telling him exactly what you wanted, exactly how to please you, was sending shivers of excitement throughout your body.

"Come on sweet girl," he whispered, planting a quick and soft kiss to your lips. "I know you can do it."

"Kiss me."

He didn't disappoint, immediately pulling you into a bruising kiss, his tongue trailing across your bottom lip, darting into your open mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing he always did. He gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you closer to him. The pair of you hadn't even made it to the bedroom yet, still in the kitchen where he had caught you off-guard earlier with a kiss to you neck.

"Lift me."

Once again, he did as he was told, his grip moving from your thighs to the point where they met your ass, lifting you with ease onto the counter top, never once removing his lips from your own.

"Lower."

You whispered your commands between kisses, the words coming out in gasps rather than the stern demands that Bucky usually made. But he didn't seem to care; if anything he seemed to be edged on by them, pushing him to do exactly what you asked, as if he, for once, was enjoying being without power.

He lips trailed lower, down your neck and towards your collarbone, down to the dip in your chest where your shirt was unbuttoned slightly. He slowly but surely began to unfasten the other buttons, glancing upwards towards you, his eyes connecting with yours as he did so, an action that made your heart flutter, and your mind reel. Your shirt was quickly lost to the kitchen floor, alongside your bra, and his lips swiftly came back into contact with your skin, kissing everything that had been covered only moments ago. Your back arched as he continued his avid onslaught against your chest, before eventually moving lower, past your stomach, down to the hemline of your skirt. You lifted yourself from the counter, allowing him access to pull the zipper down the back painfully slowly, before that too was discarded on the floor.

He paused at the sight of your lacy panties, a pair that you had bought earlier that week specifically for a moment such as this, a moment where you could tease him and entice him. He glanced upwards, awaiting his next ruling.

"Take them off."

His fingers slowly and gently hooked around the sides, sliding them down your thighs, letting them go at your knees, two pairs of eyes watching them fall delicately to the floor. You were now on full display to him, and by the sight of his blown pupils, and the way his tongue pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, he was happy.

"Touch me."

That was all you needed to say. Within a moment he was on you, lapping you up, causing your back to arch again, a long, drawn-out moan escaping your lips at the contact. Curses mingled with his name escaped your lips when he sucked on your bundle of nerves, and you truly thought that you would be sent over the edge from only that. He pulled away for a second, glancing up at you, and the sight of him glancing up at you from between your legs alone was enough to give you a high.

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🔮 .bucky barnes ~ fic recs. 🔮

keep reading for my bucky barnes fic recs

💜 indicates smut | 18+ | minors dni |

.one-shots.

fuck you (derogatory) 💜 @bucksfucks

a ruined mission turns to you & bucky fucking it out. | bucky x fem!reader |

unfortunately yours 💜 @weepingvoidpenguin

when you and bucky successfully infiltrate a hydra auction, you're told to stay another day due to max capacity on the jet. but how are you going to survive a night alone with this insufferable super soldier? especially considering the miniscule size of the room and the obvious dilemma presented; who gets the bed? | bucky x fem!reader |

a little help 💜 @captainsimagines

bucky's been having difficulties in a certain...department. he's at a loss, completely ready to give up until he start theorizing. if you have the ability to heal people, maybe you can help him out. maybe you'll be able to fix him. | bucky x fem!reader |

fingers @buckycuddlebuddy

you couldn't take your eyes off his hands. | tattooartist!bucky x fem!reader |

a clandestine affair 💜 @bonky-n-steeb

bucky can't hold himself back when you look that gorgeous at tony's housewarming party. | bucky x fem!reader |

summer sins 💜 @wintersldr1

ever since you returned from your first year of college, you can't keep your eyes of your dad's best friend, bucky. at a family pool party, you finally give in. | dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

in corpore sano 💜 @straywords

your new personal trainer has a very...hands on approach. | personaltrainer!bucky x plussizefem!reader |

what goes around 💜 @navybrat817

bucky is your friend's dad and your dad's friend and nothing more. until he isn't. | bfd/dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

heavy tipper 💜 @metalbuckaroo

camgirl sites were nothing new to bucky, but a familiar face has him tipping heavily and requesting a private chat. | dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

recipe for disaster 💜 @seventven

your dad's best friend bucky knows you have a crush on him. your parents invite him to join your family for the annual winter vacation. | dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

riding lessons 💜 @nastybuckybarnes

you've just passed your knowledge test and you need someone to teach you how to ride. who better than your dad's best friend? | dbf!bucky x fem!reader |

.series.

these ties that bind us @sweetascanbee

when you’re sixteen years old, you get a soul mark with the letters ‘jbb’ emblazoned on your left wrist. the only problem is, soulmates pairings have basically gone extinct, and the man you’ve been paired with has been dead for seven decades. | bucky x fem!reader | complete |

a taste for older men 💜 @seventven

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.eddie munson | fic recs.

keep reading for my eddie munson fic recs.

💜 smut | 18+ | minors dni

updated: 16/09/2022

.one-shots.

the after party 💜 @munsonsins

| eddie x fem!reader x billy |

bet on me @theonewiththefanfics

there’s a few bets going around: y/n bets everything on the fact that eddie is innocent, eddie still thinks that he’s a coward, and the kids want to know when eddie will finally ask y/n out. and steve…steve is just over it. | eddie x fem!reader |

sunday mornings with you @spiderrrling

| eddie x gn!reader |

love, gate, and judas priest @eddie-van-munson

eddie munson has hated you ever since you strolled into hellfire wearing the same judas priest shirt as him. but there’s a thin line between love and hate. | eddie x fem!reader |

the wrong song @theveryfires

| eddie x fem!reader |

only you 💜 @eagerbby

you and eddie were never meant to be just friends. | eddie x fem!reader |

night moves 💜 @eagerbby

realistically, you can only run from your feelings for so long. being trapped at steve harrington’s lake house with eddie munson during the worst storm of the summer presents an interesting opportunity. | eddie x fem!reader |

dirty, dirty girl 💜 @eddiemunsonswhxre

you were tired of your boyfriend only seeing you as cute and innocent. so for his birthday, you kicked things up a notch. | eddie x fem!reader |

sweet dreams 💜 @killerlookz

just a sweet little blurb about eddie letting reader use him to get off after she has a dirty dream about him. | eddie x fem!reader |

tornado warnings @marvelsswansong

out of all the girls eddie could like, of course he’d pick jason carver’s girlfriend. he kept ignoring the warnings, and now he’s in too deep. | eddie x fem!reader |

gold rush @marvelsswansong

eddie’s known you his whole life. he’s your best friend. in truth, he wants to be your boyfriend - he wants to call you his without it being a joke and to kiss you when you’re sober. but everyone loves you and wants you: he doesn’t like a gold rush. | eddie x fem!reader |

couldn't take you home @peppermint-toads

you get drunk at a party and your ex-boyfriend eddie rescues and takes care of you. | eddie x fem!reader |

bad idea 💜 @peterthepark

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.fairytale of new york | masterlist.

pairing: professor!bucky x fem!reader

summary: a semester in new york. a handsome man in a bar. whiskey neat. to the lighthouse. christmas lights. this is the tale of a whirlwind romance. a forbidden fairytale. college au.

series warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, age gap (reader 19, bucky 34), student/teacher relationship

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