Howdy Charlie đ¤ l have been enjoying these new fic releases from you. Youâre amazing and I love reading your work at the end of the day to unwind.
Iâm not in a hurry as Iâve read youâre taking a break but if you do get inspired to write again, can I please request
â you are losing my interest, and thatâs very dangerous. â & â promise me youâll still be here when i wake up. â
Pre-outbreak where reader does something that causes a huge fight with Joel and they ignore each other for days then reader thinks itâs the end of their relationship so she packs her bag to leave without a word but Joel comes home earlier than expected and stops her and they get into another fight before reconciling and he shows his sweeter side to make up to her . Can you make it EXTREMELY angsty and a lil fluffy in the end.
Thank you! đ
Anon, when I say that I've had this fic sitting in my drafts FOR WEEKS I'm not even lying. I absolutely loved this prompt but idk I couldn't make it seem right... I've done my best, I really hope you enjoy it! I'm just on my Joel Miller bullshit atm, don't judge me.
Pairing | Pre-Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader
Word Count | 3k
Warnings | Some angst, some fluff, mentions of alcohol, mean!Joel at one point, SMUT - oral (f receiving) no use of y/n and I think that's it.
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There was something about Joel Miller that had you smitten from the start. Maybe it was the fact that he was so different to the stupid college boys youâd been wasting your time with, or maybe it was the fact that he was devastatingly handsome, or the fact that whenever you were together, he would make it his mission to make you come enough times that you forgot your name before he even thought about taking pleasure for himself. Whatever it was he was different, and you were pretty sure you loved him.Â
He'd barreled into your life headfirst a few months ago. Your car had given up the ghost on a small country road and you had no cell service to call a recovery. There had been a moment of dread when his truck had pulled up behind yours, this is how so many girls died in those documentaries youâd watched, but when he stepped out of his truck and that Southern drawl had hit your ears, you thought that even if he was going to murder you and leave you in a ditch, you wouldnât mind all that much. Got you out of finishing your thesis if nothing else.Â
âYou stranded, sugar?â Heâd called out, keeping his distance enough to reassure you he wasnât going to try anything stupid.Â
âYeah,â You called back, âI have no idea whatâs wrong with it and thereâs no cell service.â
âYou want me to take a look?âÂ
âYou a mechanic?â You ask, raising an eyebrow.
âNot exactly, but Iâm good with my hands.âÂ
The innuendo isnât lost on either of you, you smirk but give him a signal to look at your car. He pops the hood and takes a few minutes to look around, âWas it steaming when you pulled over?â He asks.Â
âYeah.â You admit.Â
âLooks like itâs just overheated, sugar,â He muses, âNot much to do but sit and wait for it to cool down a little,â You pull a face at the thought of having to sit in your car without the air con, âI donât got anywhere to be so you can sit in my truck with me for a bit?â He offers, âThe air-con is on.â He adds, sweetening the deal.Â
So you do. You sit with him for an hour, talking about your masterâs programme and how stressed you are with your thesis. He talks about his work, bailing his brother out of jail for the second time that week and his daughter Sarah. When the sun starts to set, he jumps out of his truck to inspect your engine again, deeming it safe to drive.Â
âWell, thanks,â You say as you sit in the driverâs seat and start the engine up, âLiterally donât know what Iâd have done if it werenât for you.âÂ
âYouâd have let it sit, tried turning the key a little while later and been fine,â He chuckles, âBut youâre welcome, it was nice meetinâ you.âÂ
âJoel-â You call as he tries to walk away, âCan I maybe buy you a drink to say thank you?âÂ
He turns around and smirks at you, âYou askinâ me on a date?âÂ
âWould you say yes if I was?â You arch an eyebrow at him.Â
âIâd be a fool not to, sugar.âÂ
Itâs clichĂŠ for you to say but the rest really was history. Youâd bought him a drink to say thank you a few days later, heâd bought you more because he liked your company. Youâd snuck him into your room a few hours after that, managing to dash past the kitchen where your housemates were having dinner, where heâd spent an hour knelt between your legs, lapping at your pussy and then fucked you better than anyone had ever done in your life.Â
It was summer break now. Sarah was away at camp for a few weeks, your thesis finally done and submitted. Joel had suggested that you stay with him, heâd mumbled something about it being nice not having to sneak around to see each other and you had to admit he was right. Waking up next to him with streams of sunlight illuminating his face, that was priceless. Making him breakfast before he went to work, domesticated but you loved it.Â
It had been two weeks of that, with another one still to come before Sarah came home and you had to go back to the small room in your shared apartment. One of your friends had invited you out on Saturday night â a way for you all to celebrate being done with studies. Youâd planned to go back to Joelâs that night, heâd even given you money for the cab ride home â but one too many tequila shots and a dead cell phone later, youâd been led back to your apartment by your friends, plugged your phone in to charge and promptly fallen asleep.Â
When youâd woken up the next morning there was dread in your stomach, reading through the texts from Joel last night. Ten missed calls and texts that read where r u and please let me know ur safe.Â
You dressed as quickly as you could, grabbing your phone and keys before you called a cab to pick you up. You knew youâd fucked up. You wanted to call him, let him know you were okay, but this was something youâd have to do face to face. It took far longer to get to Joelâs, Sunday morning traffic proving a challenge as you left the city and headed for the suburbs. You took a deep breath as you fit his spare key into the door and opened it.Â
âWhere the fucking hell have you been?â He asks when you shut the door and put your keys on the side table, âIâve been worried sick about you all night.âÂ
âIâm sorry Joel,â You mumble, you really were, âWe got carried away and then my phone died, and my housemates just dragged me back to my apartment, I was just going to charge my phone a little and then come back here but I must have fallen asleep.âÂ
âYou didnât think to use that landlineâa yours?â He was sat on the couch, but heâd turned his body towards you in the doorway, he was pissed.Â
âIâm sorry Joel, okay, it was a stupid mistake, what more do you want me to say?âÂ
âI gave you money to get home, told you to tell someone to remind you thatâs where you were going, what were you thinking goinâ out and gettinâ so drunk you couldnât remember where you were going home?!âÂ
âDonât you dare make this out like I was outta control!â You counter, âI was safe Joel, I was with my friends, Iâm not fucking stupid.âÂ
âDoesnât seem that way to me.â Heâs standing now, taking steps towards you.Â
âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âShouldâa fuckinâ known,â He says, mostly to himself, âDonât think about anyone but yourself, silly little girl.âÂ
His words cut through you like a knife. Heâd never once made you feel like this. Despite the ten-year age gap youâd always seemed like his equal. Not now, now you felt small and insignificant.Â
âYou are losing my interest and thatâs very dangerous.â Is all he says next.
âFuck you Joel Miller,â You spit at him, reaching for your keys, âYou think youâre doing me a favour? Letting me stay in your nice big house playing families? All you wanted was a fucking maid the way youâve been behaving.âÂ
Youâre out of the door, slamming it behind you and pulling your car out of his driveway in record time. You make it to the end of the round and a little way around the corner before you have to pull over and sob into your hands.Â
*
Four days. Four miserable fucking days and he hadnât even bothered to text you. Youâd moped around in your room for the first twenty-four hours. Then your housemate had practically forced herself in because she thought youâd died. Youâd cried to her about how unfair it was, then sheâd made you sit on the couch, drink too much wine and watch shitty reruns.Â
If it had been four days and he hadn't bothered to message, then it really must be over, right? You led in bed that morning running through all the things youâd left at his house that you really did need back. You still had the spare key, and you knew heâd be at work until later this evening, so you push yourself out of the tangle of sheets, get dressed and make the drive over.Â
Thankfully when you arrive his truck is nowhere to be seen. Definitely at work then. You open the front door, closing it behind you softly. You take a moment when you step in to remember all the times youâd been happy here. The time youâd helped him make Sarahâs birthday cake, or the time youâd snuggled up under the blanket together on the sofa and fallen asleep watching a movie. The time heâd hoisted you up onto the kitchen counter and eaten you out like it was his last meal. Or the time youâd not made it up the stairs and heâd fucked you from behind halfway up the steps. Tears pricked at your eyes. Foolish. Silly Little Girl, thinking he might be the one, just like heâd said.Â
You wiped angrily at your eyes and made your way up the stairs to his room, trying to block out the shiver down your spine as you thought of the long nights and lazy mornings youâd spent wrapped up in his bed. You find your duffle bag in the bottom of his wardrobe, you set it on the bed and start pulling clothes from his drawers, shoving them as quickly as you can into the bag.Â
Youâre setting a bottle of perfume into it when you hear a key in the door. Youâve got to be fucking kidding me. Of all the days he could come home for lunch, it had to be this one.Â
âSugar?â You hear him tentatively call from downstairs.Â
He wonât get the satisfaction, you think, you won't talk to him, just get your things and leave. You hurry to gather the last of your belongings, hoping you can just leave, when you hear his work boots on the stairs.
Youâre fighting with the zip on the bag when the door creaks behind you, âHey, I was calling you.âÂ
âI heard.â You reply.Â
âWhat are you doing?â He asks.Â
You groan in frustration when the zip catches and refuses to move, âWhat does it look like, Joel?â You hiss, âIâm packing my stuff so I can be outta your hair like you want.âÂ
âI donât want that.â Is all he says.Â
âWell youâre doing a fucking good impression of it,â You turn to him, âYou donât call me, you donât message me, you call me a silly little girl, but you want to keep me around?!âÂ
âSugar, listen to me,â Heâs walking forward, gripping your arms in his hands, âI was angry, and I handled it badly, Iâm just-â He falters, âIâm not used to any of this, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to upset you, I didnât mean what I said.âÂ
You look at him and you donât think youâve ever seen his eyes plead with you like they are now. It breaks your heart a little.Â
âBut you called me a silly little girl Joel,â You whimper, trying hard not to cry, âEverything you said to me hurt.âÂ
âI know sugar, I know.â He breaths, pulling you into his chest, âI thought if I gave you some time, weâd be able to talk, but I donât want you to leave,â His lips brush the top of your head in a kiss, âNever want you to leave.âÂ
You tilt your head and press a kiss to his jawline; it had always felt like home when you were wrapped in his arms.Â
âLet me make it up tâya, sugar.â His hands are roaming down your spine and you canât resist him anymore.Â
You soften into his body, and he takes it as a yes, he tilts your chin up with one of his hands and presses a kiss to your lips. Itâs soft and you let out a sigh as you wrap your arms around his neck to mold yourself closer to him. His hands are gripping at the meat of your ass as heâs walking you back towards the bed. Before he lets you fall, he grabs the forgotten bag of your belongings and tosses it to the floor, settling you to sit on the edge of the bed whilst he drops to his knees.Â
His hands are pushing the skirt of your dress up to gather at your hips, his mouth leaving trails of hot kisses up one thigh and down the other. Your head drops back, and you let out a sigh when his big hands come to rest on your hips, âCan I take them off, sugar?â He asks, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties.Â
You look down at him and smirk, âIf you want to make it up to me, Iâd say itâs pretty essential.âÂ
He copies your smirk, âLift up then.âÂ
You push down on your hands to lift your ass off the bed just enough for him to pull the lace off your skin and down your legs. You set yourself back down on the sheets but opt to stay in your sitting position, shifting your backside as close to the edge as you can without risking falling off, widening your open legs for Joel to see you.Â
âGod, you have the prettiest pussy Iâve ever seen, sugar.â He groans, leaning down to press kisses over your mound, but never once dipping low enough to give you relief.Â
He knows what you want, your hips are chasing his mouth as they move around to press kisses to everywhere but your pussy. You grumble in frustration when he moves away from you, âYou want my mouth on your pussy, sugar?â He asked, looking up at you like the cat that got the cream.Â
âIâd have thought that was pretty obvious by now.âÂ
âI gotta hear you say it, sugar.âÂ
âJoel-â You moan, reaching out to grab a fistful of his hair, âPlease put your mouth on me.â
He responds with a grin from between your legs before he licks one long stripe up the seam of your pussy, tongue dipping ever so slightly through your folds to tease your clit before heâs pulling away, âSee what happens when you ask nicely?âÂ
Youâre about to respond with something smart when he uses his fingers to spread your lips to reveal your clit, and then heâs running soft circles on it with the tip of his tongue. A guttural moan drops from your lips and your hips are bucking into his face as he continues his teasing touches with his tongue. His hands are gripping the meat of your thighs and God you want more.Â
âJoel-â You moan, gripping his hair again, âFuck, God alive I need more.âÂ
He pulls away from your pussy just enough to say, âWhat do you need, sugar?â Before heâs back to work.Â
âFu-fuck, Joel,â Youâre grinding your hips into his mouth, âFingers, please, I need your fingers.âÂ
You swear you can feel him smile against you, but one of his hands moves from your thighs and you feel him slip one inside of you. Youâre so wet that itâs easy for him, he pulls out and when heâs pushing his fingers back into you, thereâs a second, âOh my god yes just like that.â Is all you can managed to get out.Â
Heâs being more forceful with his tongue now, switching between the soft teases from the tip of his tongue to full licks with the flat of it and itâs got you on the edge already. When you look down at him itâs like heaven. You can see his tongue teasing your clit and the movement of his shoulder as he pumps his fingers into you. Itâs a depraved sight but one that you never want to forget.Â
âCan feel you gettinâ tight around my fingers sugar,â He mumbles into your pussy, âYou gonna come for me like a good girl?âÂ
âYes!â Youâre crying out as his fingers curl inside you into just the right spot to have spots clouding your vision, âohmygod Joel, Iâm so fucking close.âÂ
He knows exactly what to do from here. Heâs learnt how to play your body like a fucking fiddle, and he knows it. Heâs pressing his fingers so deep into your pussy, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside of you. Then he wraps his lips over your clit and sucks whilst his tongue is still flicking tight little circles over you, and youâre gone.Â
Your head is thrown back and youâre screaming his name. Your pussy is clenching around his fingers and your whole body is convulsing as it washes over you. Joel pulls his fingers from you, and you look down to watch him lick your slick off them before heâs dipping his tongue lower and literally drinking from you. Wide stripes from his tongue from your aching entrance as he cleans up what youâve given him.Â
He pressed kisses to the inside of your thigh, and you can feel your slick on the scratch of his beard, âI really am sorry, sugar.â He says and you laugh.Â
âGet up here.â You say, pulling at the neck of his t-shirt.Â
He obliges, standing up briefly to kick off his work boots, before heâs gathering you up and placing your head against the pillows. Heâs kissing you; you can taste yourself on his tongue as it molds into your own.Â
He flops down on the bed next to you and you curl into his side, running your hands down his chest to rest on the bulge of his jeans before a yawn falls from your mouth, âTired, sugar?âÂ
You nod, burying your face into his chest, âNot been sleeping.â Is all you offer in explanation.Â
He presses a kiss to your temple, âTake a nap.â Is what he says, taking hold of your hand on his groin, wrapping your fingers together to rest on his stomach, âI can wait.âÂ
âPromise me youâll still be here when I wake up?â You ask, looking up to meet his eyes.Â
âI got nowhere else on earth Iâd rather be, sugar.âÂ
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