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OH BABY I'M 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 THIS IS SO FILTHY GOOD

“Always so fuckin’ wet for me, Christ. Think’ya can be daddy’s good lil’ girl for a whole day?”

YES SIR 🫡🫡🫡

As your jaw lowered, Joel stuck his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue. You lathed your tongue around the digits greedily before they were pulled out again.

👁🫦👁

You didn’t get a chance to answer; a slightly louder whimper of pleasure coaxed from your lips by the insistence of his fingers resulting in his free hand being clamped back over your mouth. As if to really prove his point, he tutted, removing his fingers and wiping the residue on your ass cheek before delivering a sharp smack in the same place.

DREAMING OF THIS

After pulling out of you with a soft groan, Joel lingered for a moment longer, directing his cock with his hand to collect the spend that had begun to dribble out of you and pushing it back inside, mumbling as he went.

NEED THIS MAN TO BREEEEEDD MEEEE

Who were you to deny him - all brown eyes and softly rumbled praise? You hummed in agreement and nodded your head just so, the thumb in your mouth being pulled out with a soft pop. Shifting in the bed, you positioned yourself so you were laid out on your back, head angled toward the edge of the mattress. The bulge in Joel's jeans almost entirely obscured your view of his face as he stood over you.

MY GOD THIS POSITION 🫦

Ever so gently, he pushed himself forward, the hand on your cheek shifting to the nape of your neck, supporting your head as he fed you each inch. The softest of groans and murmured curses fell from his mouth as he continued. You gagged slightly as his tip butted against the back of your throat; not enough to discourage him, but enough to make him grunt.

It wasn't necessarily the length of his cock, but the girth. Your lips felt thoroughly stretched as his balls settled against the bridge of your nose, no longer able to swallow, taking shallow breaths as best as you could. As you'd become accustomed to, Joel moaned under his breath as his hand traced the silhouette of his cock in your throat.

yeah this is a NEED <33

"Better be - fuck - tears'a joy I'm feelin' pretty girl; you know I ain't stoppin' regardless."

OH I MOANED

One more thrust, pressed completely flush into your mouth, and he was shooting a load down your throat. You always thought he sounded his best when he used your mouth; absolutely lost to the feeling that only you could give him.

ONLY I CAN GIVE HIM?????

joel miller hole filler can have free use of any of my holes nuf said 🖐😔

One Time Use? Let’s See About That

Joel Miller x Reader

• an: here it is - my depraved, self-insert, lowkey just for me fic. this about sums me and my sexual interests up, and naturally my fav ppcu boy is the fucking star bc why wouldn’t he be!! enjoy <3 dividers by the wonderful @strangergraphics

• tags: 18+ MDNI, pure smut - can barely even consider it as pwp, prolific use of pet names (baby, baby girl, sweet girl, pretty girl blah blah blah), throat fucking, oral (m!receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie, highkey breeding kink, daddy kink is on FULL display, free use, praise on praise on praise, honestly idek any more just know this shit is raunchy as fuck

• wc: approx 3.5k

It’d made you laugh when you found it whilst on a scavenging route. Perfectly preserved, unscathed by the surrounding apocalypse - a small novelty gift you’d remembered seeing in stationery shops around Valentine’s Day before shit hit the fan. Love coupons.

You leafed through the pink and red booklet, thoroughly amused by the cliche acts of romance printed on the card-stock in your hands. One free back massage, cooking your favourite meal, can only say yes for a day. There were even tiny terms and conditions printed beneath each prompt. Brilliant. Perfect, even; Joel’s 57th birthday was fast approaching, and you just knew he’d laugh at it.

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“Didn’t need to get me anythin’, baby girl.”

The beloved baritone grumble of Joel’s voice reached your ears as your fingers brushed his, passing him the gift that you’d wrapped in yellowing newspaper pages. Your bottom lip found itself clamped gently between your teeth as you smirked, watching as thick fingers tore through the paper.

His brow quirked before an amused chuckle echoed in your bedroom; brown eyes crinkling as they met yours. Exactly the reaction you’d hoped for. “Well? Go on, have a flick through”, you mused, grinning all the while. Joel hummed as he looked over each of the coupons, the odd humoured grunt rumbling from his throat as he went.

“Think this one is gonna be my favourite.”

One of his fingers tapped the final coupon, a smarmy, lopsided smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. You leant over, reading the printed lettering. Free use. Your eyes rolled playfully, a peal of laughter passing your lips as you shook your head. “That is not what that means, Mr Miller, and you know it”, you responded. Joel simply shrugged, setting the booklet on the bedside unit, smirk still present.

It had been a week since Joel’s birthday. Curled up under the plush feather duvet in the bed that you shared, you waited for him to return from his night patrol. He never asked you to wait up for him - you just liked to know that he made it home, safe and sound.

Not long before midnight, as indicated by the dim red numbers on your alarm clock, the familiar scuffle of boots and a tired huff echoed up the stairs. You propped yourself up on your elbows, a small yawn escaping your mouth as Joel stepped into the bedroom, quiet and courteous as always.

“Should’a gone to sleep, lil’ lady.”

He sighed softly as he walked over to the edge of the bed, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before moving to undress himself. A few grunts of exertion followed as he disrobed, clearly exhausted. “Come here, handsome”, you whispered, patting his side of the bed, a soft smile on your face. Mirroring your smile, Joel obliged, slinking under the sheets and pulling you flush to his bare chest.

“Reckon I can redeem one of those coupons?”

Honestly, you’d half-forgotten about them. You hummed in agreement, rolling over with a small squeak of effort to face him. Extending an arm, Joel swatted around blindly until his hand reached the booklet, picking it up and flipping straight to the last page before tearing it out. As he handed the rectangle of card to you, he whispered into your ear, voice ever so slightly deeper than usual.

“You see the time, baby girl?”

You craned your neck back, the lit up numbers reading 12:04. Returning your gaze to Joel’s, you nodded, lids heavy. Nestling his face into the soft skin of your neck, he mumbled against your pulse as he slowly trailed kisses up toward your jaw.

“Those lil’ terms ‘n’ conditions said that the coupon lasts 24 hours. Ain’t lettin’ you outta my sights ‘til my time’s up.”

Soft, heady sighs passed your lips as Joel continued his assault on your neck. You didn’t need to check which of the coupons he’d redeemed - it was the only one he’d seemed to take seriously when he received the gift from you. Frankly, it seemed more like a treat for you.

Joel moved a flat palm across your back, lower and lower, following the curve of your ass and the soft flesh of the back of your thigh as he persevered with the torrent of warm, open-mouthed kisses. Once his hand reached the pit of your knee, he hoisted the limb over his hip, earning him a muted whimper from you.

The same hand pushed between your bodies, wrapping around the base of his already-hard cock, his hips shimmying until the tip was being dragged firmly along the length of your cunt. A small grunt of satisfaction rumbled from his throat as he gathered the slick there; fingers smearing it down his shaft.

“Always so fuckin’ wet for me, Christ. Think’ya can be daddy’s good lil’ girl for a whole day?”

As he practically growled his words against your ear, your hips keened toward him of their own accord, a whine of pure, unbridled need breaching your lips. “Mhm. Promise”, you mewled in return, voice no more than a breathy whisper. No sooner had the plea reached his ears than Joel was nudging the head of his cock inside of you; eliciting a satisfied gasp from the pair of you.

Joel kept you flush to him, a firm grip on your hip as he slowly rocked his hips up into you; a decadent groan, equal parts pleasure and relief, seeping into your ears. The sound alone made the walls of your cunt flutter around him, whimpers of bliss forced out of you with each steady thrust.

“That’s it sugar, easy now. Daddy’s got you.”

Fuck. It never got old, hearing Joel refer to himself as ‘daddy’. It made your brain hazy just hearing it, and when coupled with the drag of his cock over your g-spot, it was borderline criminal. In between the soft grunts and moans you shared with one another, he moved back to your neck, teeth grazing over the taut muscle before latching his lips around the delicate skin, sucking hard.

If you weren’t on the brink of an orgasm already, you certainly were now. “I-I’m getting there, daddy”, you panted, voice pitchier as you neared the precipice of your pleasure. Your confession was met with a hearty groan from Joel, picking up the pace at which he fucked into you just slightly, spurred on by your words.

“Good girl, lemme feel it baby. Come for me.”

His grip on your hip tightened as he spoke, pushing and pulling you just as much as he was bucking his hips into you. You found your breath catching in your throat, gulping down air before screwing your eyes closed, a wanton moan rolling from your tongue as your climax washed over you.

Joel must’ve felt it - felt the rhythmic clenching of your velveteen walls around his cock, because it was all but a few thrusts later before his hips stuttered, a grunted iteration of your name muffled by your shoulder reaching your ears as he spilled into you. You both laid there, tangled in each other as you caught your breath, making no efforts to move.

“Perfect girl. Don’t wanna move.”

Joel all but whispered his words of praise against the skin of your shoulder; a different man entirely now that he was spent. “Can sleep like this if you want, baby”, you whispered right back. A soft hum of contentment rose from his throat as he drew you in tighter, strong arms holding you so close to his chest that you could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your own. That was how you stayed; still connected, locked in the warm embrace of your man until you both drifted off to sleep.

Even though you’d lived with Joel for fuck knows how long, sometimes his snoring would still wake you up. Bleary-eyed, you wriggled out of his grasp, inner thighs still tacky from the antics that had occurred before you slept. The alarm clock read 6:42. Ugh. With a resounding sigh, you accepted that it was probably a good enough time to get up and crack on with your day.

After a quick shower, you pottered down the stairs quietly, avoiding the floorboard that creaked every time you stepped on it at the bottom. Once in the kitchen, you picked up the Walkman Joel had given you, hitting play when the chewed-up headphones were cradling your scalp. In truth, you didn’t mind cleaning once you had a bit of music on.

A few songs and some horrifically bad dance moves later, you were leant over the breakfast bar, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn coffee mug stain. Out of the blue, there were hands on your hips, one moving to smother your mouth as you let out a startled yelp. The other hand left your hip and nudged the foam pad covering your left ear.

“Mornin’ pretty girl.”

Jesus fucking Christ. This man would be the death of you. You waited for the calloused palm to shift from your lips, but it stayed put. Instead, Joel’s free hand kneaded the meat of your ass before slipping between your legs, fingers shifting the cotton gusset of your underwear to one side.

“Gonna need you to stay quiet for me, sweetheart. Think you can do that for me?”

It was as if his words were laced with opium; brain turning to nothing more than a wet mess that only had the capacity to process Joel. You nodded, sighing softly as the hand covering your mouth was lifted away.

“That’s my good girl. Open up for me, baby.”

Naturally, you did as you were told; hardwired to listen to the man pressed flush to your back. As your jaw lowered, Joel stuck his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue. You lathed your tongue around the digits greedily before they were pulled out again. The thrum of music from the headphones continued to be fed into your right ear.

Joel kissed your shoulder through the t-shirt you were wearing, the same fingers you had just had between your lips now dipping between your folds before being worked inside of you. A quiet whine passed your lips - though apparently not quiet enough. He spoke in your left ear, curling his fingers as he pushed them in and out of your heat.

“Do I need’ta cover that mouth of yours again?”

“Quiet now baby girl, ‘m not gonna tell you again.”

His hand stayed in place as he lined himself up with you, his cock notching at your entrance, making you whine against the meat of his palm. He fed you the first inch of his length before moving his hand to your waist, holding you with a bruising grip as he rolled his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one fell swoop.

Your muffled moan blended with the sharp intake of breath Joel took; a new song playing through the headphones, though which one you had no clue, already laser-focused on the delicious stretch of your cunt around him.

“So fuckin’ tight, pretty girl. Fit me like a goddamn glove; s’like you were made for me.”

It was almost overstimulating; the filth being grunted into your left ear as Joel started to rock into you hard and fast, balls slapping against your clit, all whilst someone that sounded awfully like George Michael crooning into your right ear. Strangely, not the worst combination.

The way Joel was fucking you - it was clear that he was looking to fill you up and little more. His thrusts were sloppy; more of a rut akin to a much younger man than the veteran shagger you knew him to be. Your whimpers and whines continued to be stifled by his hand, his fingers tensing against the soft skin of your cheek intermittently.

“Fuckin’ filthy little girl, ain’t ya? Takin’ your daddy’s cock so well.”

Yet another warbled moan, muffled by the palm pressed to your lips, was coaxed from you. For such a stoic person in his day to day life, Joel never disappointed in vocalising exactly how he was feeling during sex. The hand on your waist pressed you harder against the breakfast bar, his cock pulling almost all the way out before shunting back in again, over and over. You could feel your knees weakening by the second.

The familiar coil of pleasure residing deep within the pit of your stomach grew tighter with each thrust, threatening to snap at any given moment. Your fingers sought purchase on the countertop but to no avail; Joel’s pace unfaltering as he also chased his release. It wasn’t long before you were crying out against his hand, clamping down on him as euphoria clouded your mind.

Joel, as usual, didn’t hold on for much longer once you had come - grunting as he bit down on your shoulder, painting the walls of your cunt with thick ropes of his cum. His breath warm against your neck as it came out in pants; your name almost reverent as he sighed it into your ear. Weirdly enough, George Michael had started singing into your right ear again.

“Ain’t nothin’ prettier than seeing this pussy stuffed full’a me. Such a good girl.”

Who needed sweet nothings whispered in their ears when you had this instead? He tugged your underwear back over your aching core, giving your ass a playful smack before turning you around to face him. There was a soft sheen of perspiration on his forehead; a damp curl sticking to his skin. "Good morning daddy", you lilted, still breathless as you pressed a tentative kiss to his lips.

Joel headed out to chat to Tommy a little while later, leaving you to your own devices in the sanctum of your home. A nap seemed like a decent enough idea to bide your time, and you'd certainly earned it. Shuffling up the stairs and back to the bedroom, you returned to the respite of your bed, snatching up one of Joel's pillows and holding it tight as you slipped into your slumber.

Unfortunately, the nap eventually came to an end. Fortunately, however, it was due to the fact that Joel had returned - he loomed over the edge of the bed, a thumb running over your bottom lip as you stirred into consciousness.

"Look so pretty when you're tired, sweet girl. Always poutin' in your sleep too."

A tiny chuckle passed your lips, and as they parted, Joel pushed his thumb in; a low, rumbling hum sounding from him. You blinked up at him, eyes still hazy, as you closed your lips around the digit. He pumped his thumb in and out slowly, methodically; tongue darting out between his pink lips to wet them as he watched.

"Wanna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, baby girl. Gonna open up for daddy?"

Deft fingers made light work of the leather belt around his hips. He palmed himself through the staunch denim before using a single hand to lower the zipper - the other remaining on your cheek, caressing the soft skin beneath his palm. It wasn't long before his cock, hard and leaking precum, was bobbing just inches away from your face. It made spit pool in your mouth just looking at it.

He circled your mouth with the head, the glistening bead of precum slick against your parted lips, making them shine as he looked down at you. There was something about the way he looked at you in these moments; the quiet adoration in his blown out pupils, awe-struck by your compliance each and every time.

"Jesus, baby... always take me so well."

He pulled back slowly. In turn, you seized the opportunity to take in a gulp of air before he pushed back in with another guttural groan. Your throat made the most vulgar, wet sounds as he began to set a steady pace. It wouldn't be long before he came - he'd told you time and time again that there was something about seeing your throat bulge with each thrust that made him lose his shit. Another thrust. And another.

Tears pricked in your eyes as you fought your reflexes; you felt his cock twitch against the back of your throat as he moaned once more. You spluttered slightly, though he didn't slow down - if anything, judging by the low groan he let out as he felt you, it did the opposite. Tears started to roll down your cheeks, an innate response to the effort you were putting in to not gag, slipping down your neck to the hand that cradled you there.

"Better be - fuck - tears'a joy I'm feelin' pretty girl; you know I ain't stoppin' regardless."

The strain in his tone, the breathless pant - he was close, and you knew it. Your hands balled into fists at your side as his hips began to stutter, his cock no longer pulling out enough for you to draw in sufficient breath, nose smothered by the soft press of his balls.

As he pulled out, you choked just a tad, spluttering and causing some of his cum to spill out of the corners of your mouth as you gasped for air. There was no hesitation in his actions as he used a thumb to push it back into your mouth.

"Uh-uh baby, you swallow what your daddy gives ya. That's it, atta girl."

And you did just that. You panted, blinking up at him with those gleaming doe-eyes you knew melted him without fail. "I-I love you", you breathed, quiet and a little hoarse. In your periphery, you could just about make out the upside-down numbers of the alarm clock on your bedside table. 10:37. Fucking hell, you'd slept for ages.

"Love ya most, pretty lil' thing. C'mon, lemme make you some dinner... havin' you for dessert though."

He leant down as he mumbled, pressing a tender kiss to your still-glistening lips before helping you up. There'd never be any argument from you, even if he hadn't redeemed that stupid coupon; you were beyond infatuated with the man, and you knew he felt the exact same.

tags for my beloveds (pls lemme know if you want me to stop tagging you in shit xxx): @ohhoneypascal @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal @mandaloriankait @makpees @letsgobarbs

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #joel miller fanfic

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letsgobarbs · 21 hours ago

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feeling very kissed and babygirl rn

AND OMG I THOUGHT OF THAT TOO HAHAHAHAHA

or☝️ah 😳 THE APPLE ORCHARD

but my brain was buffering and couldn't spin it into a fic. But if that audio was to happen i think it would be with Maxwell "honestly whatever im down for whatever" Lord

Looooops 💕💕💕

What is your brain thinking about this made-up fic title?

under the apple tree

thank you so much for asking Daph!!! 🤭🤭🤭

My first thought was Reed— think about all the Newton references you could make.

But actually: Javi Gutierrez

A TUWOMT AU where Nic Cage is invited not to Javi's birthday, but to your wedding! Well, arranged wedding. You've been in love with Javi since you met as kids at your family's apple orchard. And now you've been picked to marry him. You couldn't be happier at the turn of events, but Javi's not pleased with it at all. He thinks you're one of Lucas' minions and he doesn't appreciate being used to make connections for his cousin's crime business.

You were happy that he got to spend so much time with his idol, patiently waiting for him to turn around and see you. It was a bit heartbreaking that he never asked you to run away with him when they were escaping Lucas' clutches. You would've gone with him in a heartbeat!! It wasn't like you wanted to stay in contact with your family— they just wanted to sell you to the highest bidder. Everyone knew how in love you were with him, how crazy and obsessed you were for him. So it was all the more humiliating when he kissed Gabriela, and you were right there! You felt like such a fool to have stepped off to help him stand up to his cousin.

Years later, you still feel the stinging heat and blistering humiliation of that rejection. So you hated the sight of him in your office— smiling like nothing has ever happened. For a brief, painful moment, you think fate is cruel enough to bring him here for his wedding to Gabriela. But no, he was some insufferable big shot Hollywood director who thinks he can come into your life and throw his weight around. He needs your apple orchard to shoot his movie, and the cheque he's offering you is big enough for you to swallow all your indignity and shame. After all, you're not in contact with your family anymore, and your small business needs this money.

You're not gonna fall for his sweet smile and boyish, silly charm again. So what if he's broken up with Gabriela? Newsflash! Y'all were never gonna last anyway. It took him an embarrassingly long time to realise what you've always known. Now, you've got your own life, your own business— you enjoy your work when the people come around in the fall for apple pickings and the hectic, exciting rush when they use the place as a wedding venue. You're perfectly content with your lot, thank you! And you're not at all lonely. If you wanted, you could always date, but you were just busy!!

Javi can't for the life of him figure out why you hate him so much. Sure, he was a bit of an ass during the whole wedding thing— which he did apologise for. But you only rolled your eyes and scoffed at him. He also apologised for misunderstanding you, he should've known you weren't loyal to Lucas. But that only made you more angry, something about how only he was stupid enough would think you were loyal to his cousin. He can't seem to do anything right in your eyes. He even once overheard you say you didn't watch his movies— that they weren't really your thing! But it was the way you said it, with that tone like you were implying they were shit.

However, Javi can't help but find you so cute. He thinks its adorable how you're always scowling at him, your nose slightly scrunched like he was smelly. He likes the haughty tilt of your chin in the air. He likes the way your tits move when you roll your eyes and sigh with irritation at him. Then sometimes, when you think he's not looking, you will smile so sweetly and brightly at one of his production assistants that he will feel a little lightheaded— his heart beating so fast he could barely find a moment to breathe.

And when you're angrily berating him for harming one of your apple trees during a shoot, he can't help but imagine the husky and breathy notes your voice would make when you'd be shouting for entirely different reasons. Reasons that are far from innocent when he realises he would like nothing more than to lay you under one of these trees, pull your panties to the side and bury himself in that tight, hot, wet cunt. He wonders if you would still find a way to be furious with him when he's balls deep inside you. And if you were, Javi knows nothing would be more euphoric than fucking you dumb until the angry glint seeped out of your eyes and you were nothing more that broken moans and shuddered sobs, cumming all over his cock as many times as he pleases.

Thank you for the fic title!! 💋

Here's some personal lore about my first thought when I read the title lolz:

My initial thought was Reed because when I first read the fic title, my brain went straight to when I used to be in college and obsessed with dating games. There was this one called Ikemen Vampire where several historical figures are actually vampires and alive today: Napoleon, Mozart, da Vinci, van Gogh, Shakespeare, Vlad the Impaler, Jean d'Arc, Johann Georg Faust, Dazai, and, get this, Isaac fucking Newton.

So I introduced the game to my Quantum Mechanics class (obviously) and the thing caught on too fast. It became a running joke that we were seducing Isaac Newton. And after a few group study/homework sessions we'd play the game. There was a moment in the game when vampire!Isaac Newton asked me if I knew what gravity is... and I still cackle at the collective groan when they realised our only answer was some version of no: "Tell me more?" or "It's all Greek to me!"

I know my professor got a chuckle out of us playing the game. And I thought Professor Reed would find it funny too.

#javi gutiérrez x you #lovely comments

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