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Mr. Winter
Santa!Joel Miller x F!Reader
summary: you wrote that letter to Santa as a joke (knowing he obviously wouldnât answer it) until he does - and he comes with a proposition
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI. no outbreak/modern AU & Joel has both his daughters, marriage of convenience, unspecified age gap (readerâs age is not mentioned but is a drinking aged adult & Joel is older), yearning, fluff with light angst, grumpy but sweetheart!Joel, caregiver!Joel with slight sugar daddy!Joel vibes, brief moments of dealing with toxic family, Joel lifts reader once with his Santa strength, spicy thoughts, heavy making out, fingering, glove & finger sucking, use of âgood girl,â Joelâs dirty talk & referring to himself as âold man,â one light ass smack, reader wears lingerie, Santa!kink (?), use of gendered language
word count: 9.1k (Iâm sorry)
a/n: yeah⊠hi lol this is heavily influenced and based off âThe Santa Clauseâ films but you donât need to know those to read - biggest thank you to my favorite enablers & Santaâs cutest helpers @pedgito & @hauntedhowlett ilyâŠalso happy holidays, if youâre reading this I canât thank you enough & hope a little magic comes your way ⥠divider credit to the ever talented @saradika-graphics
You wrote the dumb letter at the end of the semester class party. Youâre thankful everyone decided to write papers instead of having a final, a grad school blessing, which meant class was done by the last week of November. Your professor even had set up the cutest Letters to Santa Station, and your friend begged you to write one with her.
So you did.
And you jokingly asked Santa for one thing - to send you a boyfriend.
Of course you know the big guy isnât real and wouldnât ever answer. Itâs why you didnât think much of it.
But now, if thereâs any hope Santa could be real, you wonder if maybe he could just grant you one small wishâŠ
Youâre happy for your best friend, you truly are. Her wedding reception is beautiful, you just need a moment.
It finally hit you that youâre the last of your friend group not married. And as the cozy colder winter days bring in the couples closer during the slow song, you simply take a moment outside to collect yourself.
The once warmed spiked hot chocolate youâve been enjoying now sits cold, not so festive.
Someone calls to you, says your name in a thick southern molasses smooth accent you donât recognize.
Turning to the door, you definitely donât know who this man is because you would have remembered someone this stunning.
Dressed down in some jeans and a sharp looking blazer, thereâs almost a cowboy like air to this man. Rugged, older with lovely streaks of wrinkles and shining grey hair, a gorgeous sharp hawk nose, and dark as the deep earth eyes stare at you - heâs flat out gorgeous.
âGot your letter.â He cryptically announces, and confusion clusters in you.
This handsome stranger lifts up the overly festive candy cane colored envelope, the one you picked at the party a few days ago when you wrote your letter to Santa.
Slightly panicked, now you question who this man is.
The mystery man fidgets, painting him younger. He shifts to put his hands on his hips.
âAlright⊠there ainât no easy way to put this, so imma just say it.â He starts. âI got many names⊠Father Christmas, Olâ Saint Nick. Shit like that.â
Those dark unearthed eyes stare unflinching at you.
âBut you can call me Joel.â
âWaitâŠWhat are you saying?â Bewilderment and skepticism bubble in your voice.
He sighs, ancient and tired, rubbing a hand over his face.
âDonât make me say it.â He grumbles.
âWait are you saying youâre like, fucking Santa Claus or something?â You canât even believe it.
His large hand moves away from his face, and the man, Joel, stays silent. The somber stillness makes this feel worse.
A disbelief filled laugh escapes you.
âYeah okay, nice try.â You lift your drink to him, a slight mock cheers, then take a sip. Itâs cold as hell and tastes bitter.
âI know it sounds fucking crazy as shit-â
âThe Santa I know wouldn't cuss.â You playfully cut him off deciding to now embrace this joke.
His face grows foul, hard with a frown, not so very Kris Kringle like. With deliberate steps he moves slightly closer to you.
âTwo years ago⊠who dâya think dropped off that snow globe, huh?â His voice dips low, bordering a deadly seriousness, and you inhale sharp.
Two years ago, you and your momâs favorite snow globe shattered. It felt silly getting so upset over such a strange object, but you couldnât find a replacement anywhere.
Then after everyone had opened their gifts and family had left, you spotted a lone gift still tucked away hidden under the tree.
It was the snow globe, new and perfectly wrapped. You know you didnât get it for your mom and the way she teared up, she didnât get it for you. None of your other family members knew the significance of it.
âIt has to be a Christmas miracle,â your mom had said. You didnât believe it.
Now you stare a bit horrified and in shock at the man who knows about this.
Silence suffocates the air between you and him.
âMake a reindeer show up.â You blurt out.
The man, Joel, snorts dry and amused.
âDonât need reindeer. Sâa myth.â He replies low.
Your eyes narrow suspicious at him now.
âCan you make it snow?â
âMânot Jack Frost.â He scoffs offended.
âSanta always leaves snow from his boots.â You argue back.
âItâs for the dang effect.â Joel argues back.
âCanât be Santa then.â You shrug.
He makes a disgruntled sigh of a noise. Glaring hard, he waves his hand out to the wind. Suddenly the wind blows strong, a howling gust rushing against you, so blustery you need to cover your face. When the wind stops you realize youâre lightly covered in snow.
You almost drop your not so hot chocolate.
Joel must sense your shock. He takes your drink from your hand, takes a sip and makes a disgusted face.
âLook⊠came here for a reason. I think we might be able to help each other out.
Heâs here with a proposition.
âI⊠need a wife.â He declares with a deadpan like energy.
Now you almost laugh again.
âWhat, did Mrs Claus divorce you?â You joke.
âNever been married.â He frowns.
Oh.
âSo why now?â Curiosity peeks up in you fast.
âLegal shit.â His words donât allow for more prying. âIâll explain it all later. Just needed to find ya to see if we can get this done.â
âWait, why me?â
He lifts up that damn letter again, waves it around.
âYâsaid you wanted a boyfriend.â He almost sounds bored.
âThis isnât the same.â You squak, indignant.
âLook,â he now returns to that deep somber tone.
âI need this. And youâd be⊠compensation.â His voice shifts slightly awkwardly.
He mentions your loans, all the debt you have, and how he might be able to help out. Your eyes feel like theyâre about to pop out their sockets.
Commotion finally arrives at the door leading back inside.
Joel takes a sip of your drink, then hands it back to you.
âThink it over.â He says low.
The door slides open, and your other friend flings her head out.
âHey come on! Theyâre cutting the cake!â She brightly exclaims, but her face scrunches up confused.
âWait, who were you talking to?â She asks.
Your eyes flicker to the spot where Joel would be.
No one stands next to you. All thatâs left is snow and the imprint of boots.
You also noticeâŠyour hot chocolate has been warmed.
-
âSanta lives here? In Austin Texas? What happened to the North Pole?â Walking behind him, you sound like a bummed out kid who just found out Santa isnât real.
âShit said to throw the FBI off.â Joel Miller replies bluntly, and you donât know if heâs joking or not.
His house, rustic and cozy, holds a spacious warmth. But it feels vacant, unusually quiet for a man known to bring joy and the personification of Christmas warmth.
âSo how does one become Santa?â You ask.
âLong story.â Another curt reply.
âWell, if Iâm gonna be your wife shouldnât I know these things?â Just saying the words aloud didnât seem real.
You canât believe youâre doing this.
The new home draws in your full attention trying to soak it all in. So many photos of two girls cover the walls and they grow right before your eyes. Curiously, you ask about them.
âTheyâre my daughters.â Joel answers simple.
Your eyes go wide.
He had children.
âTheyâre the reason why weâre here actually.â Joel adds while he moves around his cozy kitchen.
He reveals âSanta Clausâ is simply a title for someone to fill. Itâs a hefty role. Joel was able to get away without having a spouse with his first daughter, and then again with his second. But now with her about to enter college, Joel was alone.
The stipulation to marry now stood between him and having the title stripped from him.
âWhy do you even need to get married?â
âSome shit about needing companionship and other fuckinâ bullshit.â He gruffly explains.
âYou could retire.â You offer.
âDonât wanna.â He roughly replies grabbing papers out of a drawer.
âSo your daughters⊠Iâm sure they mustâve been over the moon knowing their dad was Santa.â You try breaking the ice more.
Placing a pen on the table, Joel sighs.
âLook, we donât gotta do this.â He snaps tight. âThis small talk and shit. The sooner we can get this signed and started, the sooner we can get this over with.â
His words sting, becoming sharp barbs that dig in deep.
âFine.â You grab the pen ready to sign whatever the hell this guy has for you.
A back door opens, and commotion follows. A handsome younger man, with the same dark eyes like Joel that instead sparkle, walks into the kitchen from the garage. Following him are two much older gentleman, one with kind eyes and the other with a glare that could whither a field
âWell now, is this the soon to be Mrs Joel Miller?â The youngest of the bunch says bright and sunny.
Joel introduces you to his brother, Tommy, who is an exact opposite to his sour puss older sibling. Frank, an old family friend, is here to officiate the ceremony. His husband, Bill, would be the other witnesses besides Tommy. Frank and Tommy are thankfully sweet, obviously curious about you.
âCan we get this fuckinâ done with?â Joel snaps.
Now your annoyance triples, and youâre thankful Tommy and Frank chide Joel. Bill snorts amused.
But wanting to leave now too, youâre quick to agree to start the ceremony.
Itâs done short and simple in the kitchen - Frank asking you and Joel to take each other as husband and wife. You agree briskly. Joel just nods. Thereâs not even an exchange of rings, or a kiss to conclude the ceremony.
Joel simply sticks his hand out, a damn handshake becomes your official agreement, your binding wedding vow.
You maybe should have read over the marriage agreement more, could have been smarter and brought a lawyer, even one that might have believed you. But youâre pissed. You simply sign the papers, let Frank go over the documentation, then gather your things.
âWait, you ainât gonna stay for lunch?â Joel suddenly questions seeing you get up to leave.
âWe got this over with, didn't we, husband? Thatâs all you wanted right?â Your words are clipped, polite but sharp, that they even sting you.
You apologize to Tommy and Frank for meeting like this. Yet you donât say another word to your new husband who feels more of a stranger than ever.
-
When you get back to your momâs place a new sticky note sits on your night stand.
Sorry about today, let me make it up to you.
-J
Underneath is his phone number.
Guess heâs showing off the very classic Santa trick of slipping into houses without anyone noticing he pulled off a breaking and entering.
He answers on the second ring when you call.
âI got Santaâs personal number?â You offer with a gentle treading tone.
âYeah, yeah.â Joel huffs.
It eases the tension. But hesitation still brews thick, an awkwardness of trying to talk to a stranger who just so happens to be your new husband.
âUh, shitâŠSorry about earlier. Didnât end up eating lunch. You up for a bite to eat? I'll pay?â His voice is open, letting you decide.
Agreeing, he shows up to your door in record timing.
âIs this traveling fast a Santa thing? How can you travel so fast?â Your curiosity gets the best of you.
Joel simply smirks, not answering, but the silence dances playful now.
He takes you to a cozy barbecue spot on the lake. The Texas winter makes the days crisp, almost stuck between autumn and full blown winter. But in the midday sun, it's rather lovely.
âIâm surprised youâre not busy with everything coming up.â Youâre trying stepping into the conversation as eased and natural as possible.
âIf Iâm tryinâ to scramble to get shit done by now, then I ainât doing my job right.â He says taking a sip of his beer, and his words ignite a burst of heat in you.
It's attractive⊠heâs attractive. You canât deny that.
Lunch is surprisingly casual, relaxed. Joel asks about grad school and about your major, asks about your family. It vaguely feels like a regular first date.
However this is treading the waters between you and him and this strange new circumstance.
This situation has been gnawing at you. Anxiously, you wonder if he judges you for agreeing so quickly, for jumping in because of the money.
âHey,â it's like he senses your quiet already.
âYou still donât gotta do this. I can head back home right now, rip up those papers and start again.â A sincere tone, gilded in understanding, rings in his voice.
Heâs giving you a way out. You shake your head.
You want to see this as something good. So raising your drink up, itâs another cheers to him. This time Joel moves to toast you with his beer.
âIâd call this the strangest wedding reception ever but hey, Iâll take it.â Joel nods. His mountainous shoulders drop seemingly relaxed more.
You laugh, and for the first time, it feels like youâre sitting across a new friend now⊠who just happens to be your husband.
-
You and Joel start texting. Itâs still a bit awkward, and heâs a dry texter which doesnât help. You get tempted to send him Santa memes, but youâre not sure you can joke with him more.
You check your loans. Theyâre still there looming like a thick unmovable sludge. So he hasnât paid it off yet.
Reality and acceptance settles in. This man, the embodiment of Christmas joy, is just that busy even though he said he wasnât.
At least you helped, or maybe unknowingly sold your soul away and just donât know it yet. Whatever it is, you slip back into your regular routine and head back to your momâs.
Pulling up an unknown older red truck sits in front of the house, and you wonder whoâs its owner.
Walking inside your mom announces sheâs in the kitchen. Tools scattered along the table are a reliving sight. So itâs just the plumber she finally called.
âYou didnât tell me the guy you were seeing is a handy man.â Your mom whispers excitedly.
As if on cue Joel struts out from the bathroom looking something straight from a hallmark movie. The green plaid shirt he wears compliments him beautifully, and itâs hard not to stare at him and his delicious broad ass shoulders.
âHey.â He greets with a half smirk.
âWas in the neighborhood, wanted to stop by and see if ya wanted to get dinner tonight. Then I remembered you telling me about your momâs sink.â
You mentioned that during your first lunch with him. How did he remember?
Something soft, swirling with longing, fills your chest, and you try swallowing it back. As thanks, your mom happily suggests Joel joining for dinner here, and panic strikes you fast.
Joel grins bigger seeing you scramble to dissuade him. Of course he agrees.
You never would have guessed Joel âprickly as a Christmas cactusâ Miller is a charmer. He even pays for takeout much to your motherâs surprise.
âDidnât know he was so muchâŠolder.â She hesitantly comments when he leaves.
âItâs been nice dating someone more mature.â You half lie. You arenât ready to tell her the guy is your husband.
Later you text him thanks for fixing the sink and for dinner.
What are husbands for? He replies back.
And you really wish you knew.
-
Youâve wanted to go see the trail of lights, but with your mom working late for the holidays and your friends out of town, you consider making the trip alone.
Until your phone rings.
Joel has now started calling you, simply to chat, ask about how your day is, even just to check up on you. It makes your heart jump.
âWhatcha up to?â His voice rumbles deep and wonderful over the phone.
âWanted to go to the trail of lights but might skip. No one wants to go.â You sigh.
âIâll go.â He quickly replies, and your head spins.
If you thought Joel in plaid was a deadly force, him in a thick winter brown coat that highlights his strong frame is an utter sight.
The array of candy colored lights coat the world in a beautiful celestial dream. Youâre thankful itâs not busy tonight.
âIâve always loved Christmas lights.â You admit. Itâs one of your favorite parts of being back home.
Surprisingly, he curiously asks about you more, what brought you back home. You of course tell him the truth. Out of state college got too expensive in undergrad, and now going to grad school expenses started piling up.
âSo Iâm back home.â You simply shrug.
âAinât no shame in it.â
You beam at his earnest words.
âYâknow, I havenât been here in so long.â Joel admits. âUsed to come here with the girls all the time when they were little.â
Wanting to embrace this tiny step heâs taking, you ask what theyâre like. A soft look, one molten and fatherly, blooms over his face. It suits him, like he was born to be a dad in any lifetime.
Sarah is his eldest, a sweetheart going to school to be a journalist. He had her when was young, way too young, and her mother wasnât big on wanting to raise a kid at that age.
âSo it was just the two of you?â You softly ask.
âYup, until our Ellie came along.â He nods while another soft grin tugs at his lips.
He tells you Ellie is adopted.
âSâactually a wild story.â Joel begins. âFound her during a run.â
A run, you learn quickly, is when heâs out on Christmas Eve.
âNewborn baby crying on the edge of the fire station. It was freezing as shit that night. Couldnât just leave her there.â He mutters lost in the memory.
You and him have slowed your walk, now almost glued to each other side by side.
âWas a goddamn miracle.â He adds nodding.
âThatâs beautiful, Joel.â You admire, meaning your words.
He goes on telling you Ellieâs already working in her last year of high school, ready to move out, be on her own, ready to start college.
âSo I bet when they were kids they were thrilled to know their dad was⊠who you are.â You state with a warm grin.
Joel barks hollow.
âCouldnât even threaten them with the naughty list deal. To them Iâll always be dad.â His voice twinkles, itâs like peeling away at the rough exterior to realize Joel is just an extra toasty marshmallow.
Heâs still so warm and soft on the inside.
âCan I ask⊠how did it happen?â Youâre worried heâs going to shut you out like he did last time.
But a heavy exhale leaves him. And he tells youâŠ
About a night driving home during the bad snow storm that came many years ago. He stopped to help this man on the side of the road, who he assumed was a mall Santa that had gotten into an accident.
âInstead it was the real fucking deal.â
After that, the previous holder of the title passed away, leaving Joel to take up the mantle.
âHad to say yes,â he says with a shrug. âEven at five years old Sarah was bossinâ me around, telling me I had toâŠ. Havenât regretted it since.â
Iridescent adoration swallows your body whole begging you to embrace Joel Miller wholly.
âItâs wonderful. Itâs brought you so many amazing things,â You canât even hide your admiration anymore, donât want to. You donât want to fight this. Youâd be his real fake wife for long as he would let you.
Joelâs face turns to you. His eyes glance straight into your very being, the lights dance among his endless earthen eyes. You want to get lost in the twinkle, already hating how badly you feel drawn to this man.
You try taking in every ounce of Joel here under the cloak of lights. Heâs a dream, this fake husband of yours, one that feels like youâre simply allowed to admire but never touch.
Being this close to him, your eyes unfortunately drift to his lips. How bad would it be to kiss this man?
Thereâs plenty of songs about kissing Santa Claus. Would you simply not be embracing the holiday spirit?
A distant car horn honks and causes you to jump, breaking the hypnotic spell Joel has cast on you. Walking out, sadly heading home, you finally notice something.
It could be the shade of the lights, but the greys in Joelâs beard are starting to appear white.
-
The week before Christmas is a chaotic cluster. So much cleaning and shopping, you want to scream. Joel calls you while youâre braving the mall.
âYou sound exhausted, honey.â He says, and the pet name isnât lost on you.
But it is lost on your rant though. Youâre exhausted from trying to find these specific dang muffins your grandmother only refuses to eat while also trying to find a gift for your cousins.
âGift cards are a lifesaver for a reason.â He comments casually.
âYou grant Christmas wishes for a living, and thatâs your answer.â You snort.
âIâve delivered my share of âem, so hell yeah they are.â
Even in the mess of the mallâs chaos you laugh. In such a short amount of time, Joelâs presence in your life has solidified steady, unwavering, like heâs always been here. Long chats on drives home, him dropping by with groceries to deliver, it all unfolds so natural. Youâre even heading over tonight to have dinner with him and his brother Tommy.
Once youâre back in the car, you notice a new bag sitting in the backseat.
Reacting in you discover not only the damn elusive dinner rolls youâve been searching for, but a pack of gift cards.
A sticky note sits on top of them.
Donât hate the gift card
-J
You blame the Yuletide spirit in the air, but your heart soars. Itâs like youâve been swept into a Christmas special. But, youâre waiting for the bad ending to come.
These feelings for Joel have only multiplied, taking root deeper in your heart. The sugared admiration for him now grows fangs becoming a dazed lust. Youâve had dreams of him sweaty and golden above you in bed. You ache to know what he sounds like, to know the feeling of him inside you, to get drunk on his taste.
Heading over to Joelâs you kick away those dangerous thoughts you have for your husband.
A sweet woman answers the door, who introduces herself as Maria, Tommyâs wife.
âNice to finally meet Joelâs not so secret, secret wife.â She grins. Guess that meant she knew the secret too.
She knows more than you even do as she guides you out back. The shed sitting in the corner of the backyard is unassuming. Yet when you step inside, a full workshop, the size of a Costco, stands glimmering before you.
âIt never gets old.â Maria whispers, sensing your stunned awe.
Joel finally steps into view, and youâre taken back. The white among his beard sits stronger. Heâs in more comfortable clothes and the gray sweatpants are sinful on him. The sight of his strong arms, his tummy through his tight white shirt, all make you think of biting into his skin -
You yank yourself out of the feral thoughts. Especially when Joel spots you. He blinks, just as stunned as you are.
âHey, sorry. Got shit tied up here. Yâdonât gotta stay, might not be done until... fuck I donât even know when.â He sighs, running a hand across his face.
âCan I help?â You blurt out.
Joel blinks at you, almost like he didnât hear what you said and even squints a bit making him as old as he is.
âIs there anything I can do to help?â You ask again.
Joel swallows. âYou donât, fuck...Ya donât have to.â
You want to and determinedly tell him that.
His eyes widened like you just grew two heads. He recovers swiftly, nodding as he calls Tommy over. The younger Miller brother sees you and winks.
âCome on newbie, letâs getcha set up.â
You, Maria and Tommy are in charge of bulk orders making sure each package has the right amount and ready to be delivered.
âDoes he⊠really have a list?â You ask with a whisper.
âChecks it twice too.â Tommy cheekily replies, and you laugh bubbling with disbelief, but apologize quickly.
âSâall good, trust me it took me a while to realize itâs real. But itâs something damn special once you do.â
You fully agree.
The night is long, but you donât notice it. You get into a grove and get excited when Maria shows you some of the orders, children getting bikes, someone getting a new pair of shoes. It fills you with something luminous you canât fully describe.
Itâs a reward in itself when you finish a large order and high five Maria and Tommy.
âWell now, we finally get to meet the new Mrs. Joel Miller.â A new voice, smooth but curious, breaks the moment.
Behind you stand a small cluster of older men. You donât know how, but you just know theyâre all previous holders of the title of Father Christmas. Itâs only confirmed when Tommy whispers it sharp to you. So these retired men were the ones pestering Joel.
âThey usually drop by to do audits, checks and things, didnât know they would be here this late.â Maria adds low.
âWeâve been wanting to stop by and give our congratulations, but Joel has been so keen on keeping you all to himself.â One of the older gentlemen winks.
You politely smile.
âYouâre rather young.â Another man comments.
âWay too pretty for a grouch like Miller.â One, with a thick accent, teases with a grin.
Joel suddenly, as if summoned, comes rushing out from the side and immediately slides in front of you, a protective barrier.
âYouâre running a bit behind schedule.â The snarkiest of the men comments to Joel. âGuess the new wife really has been keeping you away.â
Your face scrunches up pissed now, until Joelâs hand moves to hold yours, squeezing it tight.
âHe even has you helping, dear?â One of the quieter men asks you, concerned.
âIâm happy to help.â You truthfully answer steady and firm.
You want to be a part of this as much as Joel allows. Not just because youâre his paper wife, but because you care for him.
All of the previous Santas now seem to survey you, practically staring straight into your soul.
âIf you gentlemen are done harassing my wife I suggest yâall fuckinâ head home.â Joel barks sharp.
One of them scoffs at this reply.
The main leader of the group glances at you then back to Joel.
âYou picked a good one, Joel.â He smiles with a chuckle.
âYou take care of this grouch now, pretty lady.â The sweetest of the men beams at you, a twinkle in his eye.
âGet out.â Joel snaps cold, holding your hand tighter than ever.
In a blink, theyâre before you, and the next, theyâre gone, vanished into the wind.
Your legs feel like theyâre about to give out, and you have to lean against Joel who sighs with the same relief.
In the rush, you swear you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head. Tommy and Maria greet you proud. You return back to your station, back to helping.
Until you realize itâs past 1 in the morning, and you can barely keep your eyes open.
âHey, crash here for the night.â Joel appears besides you, steadying your arm.
âIâll be fine, I can drive home.â You reassure him through an unconvincing yawn.
âNo. You donât need to. Sâcold as hell out there, just stay here.â He urges, and you donât want to fight him.
So youâre given the guest room and a spare change of clothes, which include an oversized UT Longhorns shirt and sweats, both obviously Joelâs.
Sliding his shirt on, your heart races. The exhaustion, you blame it on the exhaustion, when you pull his shirt up to inhale deeply. The smell is soft, comforting, a mixture of his cologne and something purely musk, purely Joel.
You wonder how bad it would be to touch yourself in his guest room. Glancing out the door to see if youâre alone, thatâs when you catch a glimpse of Joel down the hall.
Busy looking at his phone, heâs shirtless and a decadent sight. You fully take in his solid build, the look of a man. His sweatpants have slung lower, revealing the thick trail of hair leading down to his cock. The pudge of his belly is beautiful.
Heâs beautiful, and you want him more than anything.
The next morning heâs gone, already hard at work. You enjoy breakfast with Maria and Tommy who you already adore even more.
âDonât be a stranger now, itâs nice to have a new face around. Plus Joel canât stop talking about you.â Mariaâs words almost make you spit out your tea.
Tommy snickers at your reaction.
Driving back to your momâs, you already miss the chaos of the Miller household. Arriving home, your heart sinks seeing your relatives have arrived early.
âOh, back from staying over at a guyâs house? Maybe youâll finally get a boyfriend that stays around long enough.â Even though your Aunt is trying to be teasing, you already wish she could leave.
âI think heâs a keeper. Heâs older too.â You mom explains with a slow whisper, and you send her a look.
Everyone unfortunately perks up at that.
âReally? Well, you know what they say, you should always question why a man doesnât date a woman his age.â Your Aunt, with such a judgmental tone, tries to sound sincere but it slices you deep.
âItâs not like that.â You reply feeling a new sense of dread crawl in you.
âIs it a sugar daddy situation?â Your cousin jokes, and it gets too much.
You laugh bitter, fake, then head back to your room. You wish more than ever to crawl back to Joelâs.
Back in your room, something new sits waiting for you on your nightstand.
A flower, your favorite, in full bloom has a note tied to it.
Thanks for all the help
This time Joel signs his name with a little scribbled heart.
You cherish it more than gold.
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âIâŠwonât be available these new few days.â Joel reveals, almost sounds guilty.
Itâs the first time youâve finally gotten the chance to talk with him free from curious family members trying to eavesdrop.
Here in the dead of night, your heart aches for him.
âI know, kinda figured.â You grin.
He chuckles.
Suddenly a selfish thought tugs at you.
The image has been plaguing you more and more. Does dress up in full Santa gear? He has to, right?
âSo do youâŠfully wear the whole thing? The red suit? White hat?â You ask, waiting for the answer.
ââŠif I say yes, are ya gonna divorce me?â Joel replies gruff.
You laugh but rush to quiet down trying not to wake anyone. But you reassure him there's no need for divorce.
âJust⊠kinda wish I could see it.â You admit, feeling greedy wanting to witness the sight.
Joel stays quiet.
âMaybe one day.â He mutters.
âYeahâŠâ maybe one day.
âStay safe out there.â You tell him when you hear him yawning more. âAnd get all the rest you can.â
âYes maâam.â He drawls, and you melt.
You donât hear from him after that.
You deal with more annoying family members. Enjoy some delicious cozy food. All while missing Joel.
Waking up Christmas Eve morning, you see an email.
All your loans are paid in full. It wasnât just your loans, but your motherâs. Completely debt free - both of you. She cries. You even get teary eyed.
One of your uncles makes a dumb joke about it maybe being a mistake.
âItâs a blessing,â your mom says, grateful.
âNo, itâs a gift from Santa.â You beam, knowing no one would believe you.
However, a new fear starts morphing in you.
What did this mean for you and Joel? Is the contract completed? Is this over? Was it only to say he had a wife on paper, parade you as proof, then⊠never speak to him again?
The questions pester and haunt you the entire rest of the day.
Then night creeps in.
âYou wanna leave cookies out for Santa?â Your mom jokes seeing you grab a plate.
âMaybe, but I think I might leave out a beer too.â You reply and she laughs.
Once everyone heads to bed and leaves back to their hotels, you sneak into the living room.
Never in your life would you have imagined ever needing to wait up to see Santa. Much less as a full adult.
And it proves to be a true test of endurance. You doze off a few times but quickly snap your eyes open, worried youâll miss him.
Checking the time, itâs almost midnight. Of all the nights you want to stay up, fighting asleep is harder than ever.
You donât even realize your eyes have closed until the softest graze of fingers against your cheek wakes you.
Panicked, scrambling awake, you snap your eyes open and whisper Joelâs name.
Finally blinking into focus, thereâs no sign of anyone here.
âYâleft out a beer for me?â
Until the softest smoothest thick accent floats out into the quiet of your living room. You left the tv on, and the light of it blends with the glow from the Christmas tree. It bathes Joel in something sublime.
No classic Santa hat sits on his head, but the way his hair is scruffy and flat, he must have been wearing it before.
But the sight of him in the crimson suit, the soft white fur lined edges of the coat, how bulky and strong he looks⊠Youâre reminded of a rugged cowboy Santa.
It all ignites a wildfire, and now youâre wide awake scrambling out of the blankets to get to him.
Not thinking, almost possessed by some ghost of Christmas present, you rush forward and embrace him. His body, sturdy and solid, radiates a warmth that encompasses you.
âWhat are ya doing up?â He whispers low while you clutch onto him. You need to touch him with your own hands, feel heâs real. You also donât miss the gloved hands against your hips.
âHad to see you.â You croak out.
You pull back to look at him.
Finally, you take him in. Itâs Joel, the same grumpy Joel thatâs changed the oil for your car, who has a soft spot for the stray cats in his neighborhood, and is an amazing father - but it all collides with the truth of who he really is.
A watery laugh comes out of you and you hate that immediately youâre blinking away tears.
âSweetheart, whatâs wrong?â Joel immediately asks worried, letting his hands move to rest on your arms, a comforting presence.
You reassure him itâs nothing, trying to wave this reaction off.
âYou gotta tell me whatâs wrong or else Christmas stops and itâll all be your fault.â His tone is somber, but you sense the tease, a classic Joel joke among his words.
Shaking your head, you wipe away more tears frustrated at your reaction. Then his hand, gloved but striking in size, cradles your face, and he gently strokes your cheek. Joel turns your face to him.
âTalk to me, honey please.â
You donât know how to express everything thatâs in your heart. It all feels too much - the conflict of realizing where you stand with him, the doubt that brews wondering if he even holds the same affection for you.
âI donât wanna lose you.â You admit weakly.
Itâs that you can muster out, all that you can do to sum up the bundle of emotions storming in your heart.
Joelâs eyebrows furrow. His mouth drops a bit. In the low light, the shadows on his face deepen like caverns aging him beautifully.
âMânot going anywhere. You wonât lose me.â He reassures, even squeezing your face soft.
Those endless eyes that normally stare so direct and with such a magnetic force, now flicker away almost boyish and shy.
âIâm the one afraid of losinâ you.â He mutters, like heâs admitting it more to himself.
His words unwrap your heart releasing so many emotions.
âJoel.â You whisper, a bit hesitant, and his gaze draws back to you.
He seems closer now, his coal-like eyes brewing something untouchable. Silence, a soft shift settles, you taking him in, and him doing the same for you.
You donât know who moves first. But in a blink his lips descend onto yours.
His mustache tickles. His lips hold a hint of something sweet sugary, indulgent, or you wonder if thatâs just Joel.
Strong gloved hands clutch onto you holding your tighter against his frame. He tilts your head, allowing him to kiss you deeper, and your mouth willingly opens begging for more of him.
It isnât lost on you that youâre kissing Santa Claus, like a cheesy holiday song. But itâs the fact that youâre kissing Joel Miller that melts everything away.
Your fingers find his hair, running through his soft gray locks youâve dreamed about. Joel groans, and you already want more.
With ease, he lifts you up with one arm and you squeak into his mouth. His chuckle vibrates against your lips, ticklish, until he starts to kiss your jaw, nibbling on the path of your skin.
You sigh, closing your eyes and drawing him closer when he places you back on the couch. Your legs curl against his waist, locking him in as you try molding into him, with him, as much as you can.
His lips find yours again, this time thereâs a fevered edge to them. His tongue is messy, licking into your mouth desperate. You moan when he sucks on your tongue.
A blazing hunger takes over making your hips grind against him. Feeling his gloved hands slide up your legs, you whine digging into him harder.
Until he suddenly rips himself away, leaving you feeling empty missing his warmth and body against you.
âShitâŠReally gotta go, honey. I canât say.â Joel sighs. His heavy breathing, the tightness of his jaw, this is as hard for him as it is for you.
âCanât you be a little late?â You softly question rising back up to kiss up his scruffy beard.
He groans when you softly kitten lick at his upper lip.
âFuckinâ naughty little thing.â Joel growls.
You softly kiss his lips again.
âGuess that means Iâm on the naughty list huh?â The joke slips out, and you already want to hide after hearing yourself.
Joel groans, but this time itâs ripe with embarrassment. You hide your face while he snickers.
âThat was bad.â
âI know,â you agree mortified.
Even in your embarrassment, Joel presses a kiss to the crown of your head, and every worry melts away.
He stands up, pulling you gently up with him. Gathering you into his arms, this time Joel feels larger than life but also closer than ever, like heâs stitched inside your heart now.
âWhen will I see you again?â You hate how badly you miss him already.
âSoon, I promise.â He reassures rubbing your back softly, and you nod back.
His hand moves to hold your face again, gently, like youâre a precious treasure.
And you think he might be yours.
Joel kisses you, the softest sweetest press of his lips that melts into your bones. And when you open your eyes, heâs gone.
All thatâs left are the faintest hints of snow flurries on your living room floorâŠ
And of course he made sure to take his beer.
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When Joel said heâd see you soon, you didnât think it would be the next morning, Christmas morning.
Softly a hand brushes against your face, slowly waking you. You find yourself back in your bedroom. The soft glow of the winter morning spreads a gentle light that covers your room.
Joel is here, kneeling beside your bed, and immediately you turn towards him.
In this light, his greys look softer, thicker in their shade, like beautiful white streams run from his temples. And his beard looks as if snow flurries have been peppered in more. The red velvet of his suit looks brighter. Your fingers run across the fabric, across his shoulders.
You whisper his name, yet a sadness creeps in again.
âCan I ask you something?â
âOf course,â he nods.
âAre you okay⊠with us?â Itâs a stumbled way to ask, but itâs all you can get out.
Is he okay that youâre much younger than him?
âYeah, of course.â He nods.
âActually, Ellie and Sarah were the ones who told me to go for it.â He admits fondly, sleepily.
âThey said I needed to be selfish for once, let myself have thisâŠâ
His eyes watch you as you sit up to reach him.
âIs that why you were so cold when we first met?â You ask.
Joel nods, sighing.
âFelt awful knowing I was doing this to you, someone so dang young, so fuckinâ beautiful. Hated that you were stuck with a mess of ân old man like me.â
âIâd pick you everytime.â The words escape fast. You canât even stop them.
Instantly he swoops in kissing you with an unchained passion that makes you dizzy.
Immediately you tug at him, begging him to crawl onto the bed. You sigh in bliss when he does, making your mattress creak ever slightly with his glorious solid frame.
His kisses are drenched in a poison intoxicating you.
Clutching onto Joelâs shoulders, you lift your hips when his gloved hands tug at your pj pants.
Thatâs when you hear the faint laughter of everyone downstairs awake. You freeze. Joel senses your hesitation. That gorgeous nose of his nuzzles against your jaw breathing in the scent of you.
âYâgonna be a good girl and keep quiet for me?â His thick low voice is all you need because youâre nodding yanking at his shoulders to kiss him again.
This kiss dances along the edge of something fierce and wild, like youâre trying to contain it, hold it back before it spreads and someone hears.
Until Joelâs gloved fingers slip inside your wet heat, and you slap a hand over your mouth to hold back a moan. Feeling his black leather glove inside you has your eyes roll back. Then when you rest your head against the soft fur lining of his coat, it creates such a dizzying sensation you want to get lost in.
âOh fuck.â He drawls, hoarse.
His fingers pump in and out of you, and the squelch of your wetness sounds downright obscene now. Joel revels in it.
âLetting this olâ man winter fuck ya while everyoneâs down stairs waitingâŠYâlike that baby?â
You whimper, nodding, clutching onto him harder trying so hard to keep quiet. Then he removes them from your pussy and you whimper at the loss.
Until he draws his gloved fingers, shining and coat in your arousal, up to your lips.
âCan ya clean âem off for me?â He mutters.
Without hesitation you pull them into your mouth and suck, letting your tongue wiggle across the leather. You moan tasting this union of you and the leather.
âShit,â Joel croaks like he got punched in the gut.
Quickly he yanks his hand out from your mouth, rips his gloves off and kisses you feverish.
âNeed to feel ya.â He sounds drunk as you feel, even more when his bare fingers thick and warm slip into you again.
He makes you come so fast it knocks you breathless, feeling hot even with the cooler temperature in the room. You whisper begging him to fuck you, to take you here before he heads home -
âCanât darlinâ, but soon I will. I promise.â He reassures you kissing your lips over and over.
âAnd Santa always keeps his promises, yeah?â
That shouldnât be so hot, but it is. You greedily kiss him, trying to devour him even more.
âJesus,â he growls, his accent thicker than ever. âMakinâ it so fuckinâ hard to leave.â
âThen donât.â You beg.
But then the voices downstairs get louder, and the smell of food warming up floats in.
Joel sighs deflated. You know this is the end for now.
Rubbing his wonderful nose against yours, you lean to press your forehead to his. He breathes out your name, and it sounds like a blessing.
âMerry Christmas, honey.â He whispers softly to you.
A knock comes at your door, and in a panic you drag your blanket up around you.
âYou awake yet?â Your mom jokingly asks.
You definitely are now. Of course Joel has vanished.
But something tickles the top of your head. Bundles of mistletoe, twisted among so many lovely ribbons, bloom all along your bed frame.
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One Christmas Later
âDid I ever show you the shirt Ellie and Sarah sent me last week?â You ask, and Joel, half paying attention, hums.
He pulls his attention away from the Dallas Cowboys game long enough to glance at your phone.
The shirt reads - Mrs Claus but Married to the Grinch
He rolls his eyes, not finding it as amusing as his daughters did.
âOr what about this one.â You show him the next option.
This one, in bright gold lettering, says - Santaâs Sexy Girlfriend
âNo.â He flat out pushes the phone away making you laugh and lean against his strong shoulder.
This would be the last night before he heads out on his run. This will also be the first night you get to see him leave, and the first night youâll get to wait for him now living at his home.
The memories and days that have brought you here are strung up in your heart, luminous multi colored tinsel you never want to take down.
âItâs actually one of the first years weâre ahead of schedule,â Tommy says when you greet him back at the workshop.
âThat wife of yours is really something.â Though Tommy talks directly to his brother he makes sure to wink at you.
Youâre grateful you got to help out more this year, even enjoyed having Ellie and Sarah around when they came by to visit. But with Ellie now enjoying time with the girl she desperately has a crush on, and Sarah taking the day to spend time with her new boyfriend, it really would just be you and Joel.
A delicious heat crawls in you knowing what you had waiting for him.
But you almost forget about it when you start helping Joel get dressed.
Your throat dries seeing him buckle up his crimson pants, then helping him slide his thick coat on and how broad it accentuates his shouldersâŠ
âYou keep lookinâ at me like weâre gonna get behind schedule.â Joel mutters sinful.
âWeâre ahead of schedule. We couldâŠmess around for a bit.â You offer light.
âNo, being ahead means I can come home earlier.â He very playfully and lightly smacks your ass.
You hate when heâs right.
With a kiss goodbye you send him off returning to the quiet home. Youâll have a day and a half before Joel officially returns. So you spend your time binging multiple movies.
Youâre also thankful for the stash of extra cookies you finally found. Joel âI ainât got a sweet toothâ Miller isnât so slick with his hiding spots.
The film your best friend recommended is cheesy. But during the scene where the main love interest comes to interrupt the engagement party to announce he loves the bride, cause you to pause.
In theory, you are Joelâs wife. Your mom even jokes that she practically has the most perfect unofficial son in law, if only if she knew the truth. Yet, you donât have a ring, donât even use Miller as your last name.
Itâs silly, you tell yourself and try not to think about it too much.
So you instead enjoy more cozy snacks and the rare bits of snow Austin is getting this time of year. Itâs magical, paints the world like something straight from a Thomas Kinkade dream.
The morning comes when Joel will be home, and you sit waiting on the bed. Donât even mind you work up early for this.
Earlier confidence surged in you when you slipped into the gorgeous lingerie set. Now it itches on your skin as you sit worried. The bow sitting on your bra might be too much. You almost bought the cute risqué Santa nightgown, but you hesitated.
You didnât feel like you could truly even joke about being Mrs Claus when you didn't even fully consider yourself Mrs Miller.
âHoney?â Joel announces stepping into the house, and your heart jumps into your throat.
âIn here!â You yell back.
Waiting on the bed feels like an eternity passes before Joel opens the door. Thereâs still snow on his shoulders. His hair is starting to grow out more so it curls around his ears. Heâs never looked more gorgeous.
Then his face falls and his eyes become full moons taking in the sight of you before him.
âOh baby,â he whispers like he canât believe his eyes.
You grin sleepy.
With eased measured steps Joel walks forward, and youâre reminded of a hunter trying to approach his prey.
He drags his fingers, ungloved, warm and callous from all the hard work he does, up your exposed skin leaving a trial of heat in their wake.
âCan I unwrap my present?â He mutters, allowing his fingers to drift with. Delicate touch across the top of your breast barely kept in by the lace covered bra.
âYeah, Joel please.â You sigh, closing your eyes when his large hand suddenly grasps, squeezing your breast.
The poor lingerie doesnât make it out alive.
Now you drift in and out of sleep, naked in his arms. Joel kisses your forehead promising heâll buy you as many new sets as you want.
âMerry Christmas to both of us.â You dryly joke.
He laughs, but it sounds a bit weak, more like a cough.
âUh, speaking of Christmas gift⊠yâwant yours now or later when we wake up?â
That makes you bolt up fast from his arms.
âI told you not to get me anything, Miller.â You protest, glaring at him.
Joel rolls his eyes.
âYouâre telling me of all people not to get you something?â He scoffs.
âThen I donât want it.â You stubbornly pout back.
âAlrighty then, Iâll return it tomorrow.â Sleepily he shrugs and turns on his side giving you full sight of his glorious sun kissed bare back. You try not to linger on the scratch marks you left behind.
Now you persistently tell him to give it to you.
âSounds like what you were saying a few minutes ago.â He teases with a smirk glancing over to you from his shoulder.
Now you roll your eyes.
âGive me the gift Miller, or else.â You shake his shoulder trying to sound somber like Joel himself, but a smile tugs at your lips.
Dramatically, he groans sitting up.
âMaking an old man like me get up after the long ass night I had.â He says reaching over to his nightstand.
âOh please, if I asked you to go another round you would.â You scoff.
âYou wanna?â He asks with a curious mutter, and you shove his shoulder again playful.
âFine, fine.â Joel grumbles.
After reaching under the bed, he returns back with a boxâŠcovered in dinosaur wrapping paper.
âLook, it was the only one I had left over here.â He explains seeing your confusion.
âJoel, you work at a magical workshop where there's an endless supply of cute Christmas wrapping paper. Why didnât you grab some?!â You laugh.
âDidnât wanna mess up the inventory.â He huffs, grumpy and classically Joel.
âYou gonna open it or am I gonna have to hide it again?â
At his words you greedily rip off the paper.
You guess by the size it looked like a shoe box and it is, a familiar box you thought you threw away. Now youâre confused.
Opening it, inside is an even smaller box. This one is classically wrapped in green and red with a shining bow on top.
But when you pick it up, you discover the tiny box is heavy. Thereâs also a latch at the back begging for you to lift and open.
Inside sits a ring, dancing with a shimmering sparkle.
You already fight back the tears.
Is this what you think it is?
Whipping your face to Joel he seems hesitant, worried, while he keeps his focus on you.
âI know we mightâve done this backwards butâŠâ he reaches for the ring, gingerly pulling it out.
âWanna make it official now.â
You inhale sharp.
âHoney Iâll get down on one knee if you want, but might take me a while to get back upâŠâ he jokes, but the edge of his voice is watery, shaky, like heâs the one barely holding on.
âButâŠwill you marry me again-â
You donât even let him finish before you rush to kiss him. The tears come, fast and free like a wave, but theyâre beautiful. You embrace it all.
Joel slides the ring in your finger. The weight of the beautiful metal feels wonderful against your skin, but you donât notice it. Not when youâre swept up in making love to your Joel, your fiancĂ©.
The love bursting through your heart could swallow you whole and you would let it.
âI love you,â he admits against your skin, breathing out like heâs finally found a moment of rest.
âI love you too.â You rub his back soaking in the bliss among the sweat and heat of his body against yours.
Itâs just you and your Mr Claus.
âIâm glad Santa granted my wish.â You mutter dreamy, not caring how embarrassing you sound.
That is until Joel lifts his head up, those wonderful eyes of his shine brighter than any northern star.
âMine too, honey.â He mutters, kissing you tenderly, a sweet promise of more beautiful Christmas days to come.
#Iâm thinking this will be for me & three other babes but know me and Santa Joel love you dearly ho ho ho (sorry I had to)#joel miller x reader#Santa!joel#Santa!joel miller#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x you#joel miller fic#Joel đ€#pedrostories
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Merry Christmas <3
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no because it's so fucking hot when a guy is such a gentleman and so genuinely sweet to me in public but goes absolutely feral and is desperate to fuck my brains out once we're in private
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my best friend art the clown is the funniest guy i know
#terrifier#terrifier franchise#art the clown#horror movies#heâs such a silly little guy#iâve been watching from the beginning but the third movie really made me love him so much#david howard thornton is the funniest person alive and his physicality as art is so incredible#also why did the santa wig look so good on him like why did it make him a total babe
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âSanta baby, hurry down my chimney tonightâ
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reason number 1 why I will never again post about Pit Babe publicly
Pavel will fucking crawl out of the shadows, materialize out of thin air, and fucking like that post.
But oh no, not the tame ones. Not the NORMAL ones. Only the worst, most unhinged and thirsty ones.
Or worse, he'll repost it or put it on his story.
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