Random Joel Miller Headcanons:
Joel was an early bird, always had been, so naturally he would wake up before you to make breakfast and coffee.
He liked taking care of you. He was a man of a few words; didn't say much, but his actions spoke louder than words.
He liked when you would play with his hair whenever he couldn't sleep and you liked the way his soft gray locks felt between your fingers.
He was not the one to tell you what to do, but he would sometimes get very protective, like a guard dog, to the point where he would forget you were in fact an adult. He would try to control you, tell you what you can and can't do, but it never worked with you. It would always end with you telling him to fuck off.
Joel loved teaching you how to play guitar. He loved watching you as you would get lost and bit your lower lip as you tried to play a simple note. He thought you were cute whenever you would get frustrated.
Bickering, lots and lots of bickering. He was twice your age and you enjoyed reminding him of that.
"Not bad for a man in his 70s," you told him once, panting and covered in sweat after multiple orgasms he gave you.
"I'm 56, dumbass," he told you, trying to catch his breath.
"Perv," you teased.
"Oh, fuck off."
He would wake up in the morning because of you, he would try to live and not just survive because of you. Everything he would now do, he would do it because of you.
You loved to snuggle with him, especially during winter, because that man was a walking, taking heather.
Music. He loved sharing his favorite songs with you. You loved how excited he would get, when you actually knew the song.
Showering together; the purest form of intimacy. You loved washing his hair and he loved washing yours. He loved feeling your body under his rough fingertips.
Night drives. You loved watching him drive and the silence of the night, so every once in a while you would go on a drive in the middle of the night, listening to music, eating junk food under the stars, or you would pull over to the side of the road and fuck. Handprints all over foggy windows were a regular occurrence.
Animalistic sex. He loved making you scream in pleasure to the point where you couldn't take it anymore. He loved making you his in every position, location and at any given time. Biting, sucking, scratching -- he loved everything. Age was just a number in his ID; that man fucked like he was in his 20s.
He loved hearing you whimper and fall apart under him. He loved the way you would forget everything but the sound of his name whenever he would fuck you.
Slow sensual sex. Even though he loved fucking you senseless he also loved making love to you. He loved worshipping every inch of your body, taking his sweet time, teasing you until you couldn't take it anymore. He loved the way you would look at him. He was aware how much he was loved by you, but still thought he didn't deserve it.
Kissing. That man loved to kiss. Your neck was his favorite spot. You loved to bite his lower lip, just to tease him, since he would always get hard from it. He loved the way you would play with his lip between your teeth.
"Stop biting me, we are in public."
"Make me."
The first time he told you he loved you was in the bedroom. His guard was down, he was pounding in and out of you slowly as you were digging your nails into his shoulder blades. He still had no idea why he said it, but there was something about you that day. You were completely lost in him, telling him how good he was, how handsome he looked and how he made you feel so so good. He couldn't help himself. He whispered a soft I love you into your ear before you came, moaning his name over and over. "I love you too, handsome," you told him before kissing him. He would never forget it.
Enjoy me being delulu y 'all. Still struggling to write and feeling like shit. Hopefully it will pass soon, it's quite annoying.
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