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your heart, a sonnet
Author!Joel Miller x F!Reader
summary: you discover thereâs more to your boyfriend than you realize
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, no outbreak/modern AU & Joel has both his daughters, surprise hidden identity reveal, grumpy but soft!Joel who has a secret love language of writing and love letters, mentions of unspecified age gap (readerâs age is not mentioned but Joel is older & in his 50âs), light discussion of reader and Joelâs insecurities, reader is addressed as darlin/honey/baby, a few spicy moments where Joel gets handsy
word count: 5.3k
a/n: I know, I know⌠this doesnât seem like the typical Joel fic but i blame Pedroâs look at the Hollywood star walk of fame ceremony because it immediately made me think âoh thatâs Joelâ and now here we are lol I couldnât have done this without my forever babe @the-wild-wolves-around-you and i canât thank her enough along with @ahauntedcowboy for always letting me scream about all my wild ideas, and now to you, if youâre reading this too I also canât thank you enough âĄ
You first met Joel at a bookstore.
The weekend after your birthday you went in to treat yourself and wandered into the records section of the store. As you flipped through the selections, the sudden sight of a Fleetwood Mac album had you inhaling sharply in surprise.
âSâgood one.â Thatâs when the sudden smooth drawl of a southern accent floated out to you.
A few steps beside you stood an absolutely gorgeous man. The evergreen plaid button up shirt he wore flattered him as if it was made to be only worn by him. Rugged and distinguished, he seemed like a romance hero plucked straight out from one of the books among the shelves. You even blinked a few times wondering if he was real.
âIf you donât take it, might have to fight ya for it.â Even with his gruff low voice, an underlying teasing nature radiated friendly and light.
Now, many months later, a piece of you believes you might have fallen for him right then and there.
Joel is a rare beautiful soul of a man. Heâs strong and a bit rough around the edges. He used to work as a contractor, even managed to build a very reputable business with his brother. His hard work remains effortlessly etched into his hands that now type editing books, his current job. Heâs kind, so deeply loyal and loves fiercely.
With a yawn, you slip out of bed to pull on his cozy Texas longhorn shirt.
Heading downstairs, you walk among the clouds.
Instead of working at his office desk, Joel sits at the dining table typing away. Just seeing him wear his reading glasses sends a delicious desire trickling through you like a soft rain.
His dark earth eyes flicker up over the edge of his laptop and his gaze softens.
âWas wonderinâ when you were gonna wake up.â His wonderfully smooth as molasses voice makes you want to get caught up in its sticky sweetness.
âItâs not even that late. Youâre one who woke up wanting to get work done on a Saturday.â You scoff playfully yet press your lips to his, a soft good morning greeting.
âBesidesâŚwhoâs the reason I slept in so soundly, hm?â You smile against Joelâs lips that now twitch with a smirk.
His large warm hand slowly creeps up against your bare leg and rubs soft against your skin. After a few sleepy kisses, Joelâs tongue smoothly slips into your mouth trying to now consume you with a syrupy heat.
Joel pulls you down onto his lap. Your hands run up his chest to his cherub curly gray hair. His lips leave yours to start nipping at your jaw.
âWhat happened to working, cowboy?â You sigh softly.
âCome keep me company, darlinâ.â He breathes out and any hope of maybe making breakfast is happily forgotten.
The rest of the morning unfolds at a nebulous pace you bask in.
When a late brunch is finished and you start cleaning up the kitchen, Joelâs warm solid hands map out your hips with other plans in mind. He slides behind you, a towering comfort that you lean back against.
âYouâre extra handsy today Mr. Miller.â You tease.
âI can stop?â Joel offers while his scruffy beard scrapes a path against your skin. Against you, his broad shoulders, his wonderfully built frame, wraps you in his protective cover.
You hum a content no and move your hands over his now.
âJust wanna enjoy being with ya before I get busy.â Joel mutters while his hand slides down your cozy lounge shorts.
You had forgotten about his upcoming work plans.
You already want to mourn the impending weekend without him, but that can wait for another day. Especially when his thick fingers delicately, so sinfully, run up and down your underwear playfully touching you.
But then that weekend arrives and it brings a hollowness.
Lounging on the couch back at the apartment you share with your best friend, you force yourself not to text Joel again. Heâs busy and you know this. So you vow to hold all your yearning and longing chained inside like a Jane Austen heroine.
âAre you done sulking?â Your best friend teases from the kitchen and you glare at her from the couch.
âI get it, being awake from your hunky handsome older boyfriend is hard. What will you ever do?â She snickers playfully. Youâre tempted to throw the nearby couch pillows at her.
âWhat did you say his job was?â She asks.
âHe used to be a contractor, but now heâs a book editor.â You answer.
âA hardworking hot Texas cowboy who reads and is a good man? Yeah, keep him locked up.â Your best snorts and you understand exactly what she means.
Fanged temptation claws at you more to text him again. Joel promised he would call you tonight and you donât doubt him. But you didnât realize how badly youâd missed him.
âAlright,â your best friend declares. âNo more moping! Iâm dragging you out with me to that book signing Iâve been talking about.â
Sheâs been obsessed with this apocalyptic novel series for so long. You happily tag along and even perk up when you see how excited she gets.
âAnd the author is finally doing a book tour! Heâs kept his identity hidden this entire time so I wanna get a chance to maybe just even see him!â Your best friend gushes the entire time she drives you both to the bookstore the signing would be held.
Just so happens itâs the same bookstore where you first met Joel. A deep surge of affection swallows you whole and you float on blissful lovesick nostalgia.
Then the impressive line already waiting outside the front doors stuns you.
âI told you! Itâs a big deal! Plus the series is so good.â Your best friend exclaims. She has been trying to get you into the series for a while.
The core of it focuses on two young girls who manage to survive an apocalyptic fungal zombie outbreak. The series follows the girls growing up, the journey to live with each other, and how it slowly bonds them as sisters.
âI heard theyâre trying to make a Netflix series on it.â Your friend adds hopeful.
You canât help but snag your best friendâs book copy she also hopes will get signed. Flipping through the front pages you land to the dedication page.
âTo my baby girls, this will always be for you two.â
The author must have based the series on their daughters. Thatâs adorable.
Now curious, you flip to the first chapter.
âAfter seeing the end of the world, after witnessing the carnage of life consume itself, Ellie thinks sheâs seen it all.â
Your best friend's sudden excited laugh pulls you out of the book. Sheâs talking with the other fans in line and you decide to join in.
Everyone discusses how worth the wait will be and how most of them even purchased the newest released book to make sure they reserved a slot for the signing.
âSo whyâs the author finally doing a face reveal?â You ask quietly not wanting to seem too out of place.
âSo apparently,â your best friend begins in her hush about to spill the good gossip voice. âSome random ass moron on Twitter came out and said they were the true author. It became a whole messy issue of who it really was.â
Your best friend goes into more detail about how even a couple of online sites had articles on it.
âThatâs awful.â You sympathize with the author. It mustâve been a headache trying to enjoy the peace of anonymity only for it becoming something used against them. You can only imagine how heartbreaking it was to see others steal and take credit for your work.
Like a surprise strike of lightning, an electric excitement suddenly breaks through the air.
Glancing up, you watch the line rapidly move towards the front doors. Time to go in.
Unfortunately, the main seating for the reading and q&a fills up fast. The bookstore though manages to wrangle the remainder of the crowd that can fit on the first floor towards a section where they can watch. Itâs more than enough for your best friend whoâs about to burst with anticipation. The buoyant commotion in the room even pulls you into its current and you get excited to see the new surprise author.
Soon a chic handsome older looking man, the moderator of the event, scurries to the front of the gathered group.
Warmly he begins the introduction to the writer.
First, writing sweet childrenâs books, stories for his daughters, those works became the authorâs first publications. After that he navigated apocalyptic writing and his hit series has earned critical acclaim.
âSimply known as the anonymous writer J Miller. Iâve had the greatest pleasure to know this man as both his friend and now agent and Iâm beyond proud to introduce him to you. Everyone please help me in welcoming J Miller!â
The thunderous applause and screams of excitement galvanize the entire room.
Then Joel walks out from the side.
Your heart instantly leaves your body.
For a moment you think your lovesick yearning heart has you slightly projecting Joel in any man you might see.
But the minute you focus, truly watch him slide into the chair, you see him.
Soft gray grown out curls, a strong beautiful nose, the patchy beard with the spots you love to kiss, and his reading glasses - the ones heâs so self conscious about because of how they make him look âso good damn old,â yet you love how they distinguish and elevate his appearance. You even remember the first time Joel wore them while he read waiting for you.
Truth makes its way into your heart.
Itâs Joel.
The famous mystery author is your Joel.
âThanks Frank.â And when he takes the mic, thanking his agent, his slick southern sunset voice melts the crowd.
âSo, uh heâs gorgeous?!â Someone behind you squeals.
âWho wouldâve thought heâd be this hot?!â Someone adds.
The whispers and mummers swarm like wasps buzzing all around you and you want to swat at them.
You canât wrap your mind around this or the amount of emotions rushing through you. You feel separated from your body, floating detached from the scene and trying to gather yourself back.
Why didnât he tell you?
Did he not trust you?
Joel suddenly laughs at something Frank says, that gruff wonderful laugh you hear after you show him a ridiculous video or his daughters tease him. It snaps you back into awareness.
âHeâs about to read a section!â Your friend giddily whispers under her breath
Now you fully focus on this man, this almost stranger.
Heâs so handsome it isnât fair. He looks like a distinguished professor and your throat tightens seeing how broad his shoulders look in the dark casual suit jacket he wears.
âOne of my favorite parts.â He admits quietly. âItâs when Ellie and Sarah realize they can make it outta Pittsburgh together.â
His daughters. He named his characters after them.
Joel clears his throat and begins.
He reads the passage with a magnetic cadence. The words slip from him like the smooth drink of whiskey that lingers on your tongue. When he finishes, an ache twists in your chest.
The applause he gets is shatteringly loud. The smallest bit of pride does float through you. But confusion drowns it out.
The floor now opens to quick questions. Some are about the book itself and the certain decisions made writing wise. Others are obviously about why he stayed hidden for so long.
That one perks you up quickly.
In such typical Joel fashion, he shrugs.
âJust couldnât figure out Twitter, sâall.â
Everyone laughs at his playful reply and you do as well, but it sounds hollow and watery.
Soon enough the last question arrives.
âDo you ever see yourself writing for any other genres? I mean, weâve seen horror and some moments of romance in the series. So Iâm just curious if youâd write anything else?!â The lady asks brightly and now you simply settle your thoughts aside to listen.
Joel chuckes, a bit breathless and his gaze drops. This entire time heâs teetered between a sly southern charm thatâs hypnotized you, to being guarded almost a bit nervous.
But now a boyishly hesitant grin falls over him and itâs so familiar.
âUh, guess romance would be the next Iâd maybe try.â He answers low, bashful.
The crowd erupts into fangirl like shrieks.
âRight?! I keep saying he doesnât know the potential he has if he became a romance writer!â Frank, who has such a bright and lovely personality, adds.
Too many emotions clash in you.
You wonder if he wants to explore romance writing because of you?
Or a much harsher voice creeps out from the back of your mind whispering maybe youâre just being used for source material.
You quickly stomp those thoughts away.
The rest of the event shifts to the signing and you walk in a sort of guided daze.
âYou okay?â Your best friend asks gently, noticing your slight mood change.
You donât have the heart to tell her the truth yet. This was something she had been looking forward to and you didnât want to ruin her excitement or experience. So you wearily just smile and tell her your head simply started hurting.
She sympathetically nods.
âThankfully we wonât be waiting too long.â She adds and explains how the signing would be called by groups.
âWe might not have gotten seats, but we did manage to sneak into group A for the signing.â She grins proud and it lifts your spirits.
The line curls against the sides of the bookshelves blocking your view of Joel. It becomes both a blessing and a curse.
Maybe you should wait in the car for his and your sake?
However, something inside you slightly bitter, raw and wanting answers, decides to stay. Besides you, your dear friend tries to keep herself calm but you can sense her bubbling nervous energy.
âIâd be calmer if he wasnât so damn attractive.â She hisses and a jealous flare gently rises in you.
âJust think,â you reassure her. âHeâs probably just as nervous as you.â
The relieved comforted grin she gives you makes staying worth it. But then all of that flies out the window the closer and closer you get to Joel.
Petrified dread claws its way in when you realize your best friend is next in line.
âHe looks kinda familiar now that weâre closer.â The casual comment your friend says makes your heart sink.
âMaybe.â You mutter.
The times Joel has been to your place your roommate, your best friend, has been either at work or sleeping. You can only think of the first instant you introduce Joel to her when he picked you up on a date.
Your eyes flicker straight to Joel.
His hair seems so perfectly curled and his dark jacket highlights his wonderful grays.
Thankfully, any discussion of who he might look like gets squashed because your best friend gets called next in line. She turns to you squeaking excitedly and you beam back bright.
Joel lifts his eyes up, like a true southern gentleman wanting to give someone his full attention.
You wait on the side and watch the interaction unfold. Joel chuckles at something your best friend says and youâre glad sheâs enjoying herself.
The book signing is done so fast. In a blink, itâs finished. With her newly signed book, your friend turns to you. She makes a slightly embarrassing but endearing noise of excitement that has you laughing.
Thatâs when your eyes flicker over to Joel and your gaze locks with his.
Instantly, Joelâs handsome face drops. His gorgeous earth eyes widen as he immediately recognizes you. His mouth falls open slightly and a flash of something close to fear fills the depths of his eyes.
He breathes out your name on a shaky exhale.
Everything seems to slow and stop. You donât know what to say. So all you do is weakly smile.
The fleeting moment fades. The next group in line already giggles moving towards the table.
Timeâs up. Turning on your heels to leave with your friend, Joel calls out to you, calls your name.
âWait!â
You freeze.
Glancing back at him, Joelâs eyes pin you on the spot. An unspoken heaviness hangs in his deep eyes while he stares intently at you.
âItâs okay, weâll talk later.â By some strange possession of slight bravery, or maybe delusion, you manage to speak.
But itâs all you can say and itâs all you can do before Frank, Joelâs agent, slides in to whisper something to him.
The moment again shatters.
Your best friend however grills you the rest of the day
Thatâs when you pull out your phone. You show her a photo you secretly took of Joel. Itâs one where heâs adorably glaring at his ipad while he tried ordering take out for dinner.
Your best friend shrieks. âHeâs your boyfriend?!â
He is.
Your boyfriend, Joel, is a writer, a very famous best selling author.
And that weight yanks you under a dangerous current you canât seem to swim against.
Even after lunch, even getting back to your apartment and trying to settle your thoughts, your emotions are still so tangled.
You mindlessly scroll through your phone for the rest of the day and a blink, you notice itâs already early evening. Your plan to stay sulking is ruined when your phone starts ringing so loud.
Itâs Joel.
âHello?â You answer as composed as you can.
âDarlin?â His beautiful rich voice sounds hesitant and guarded.
âHi.â You reply back quietly.
âCan we talk?â He asks just as low.
You agree, expecting to have the discussion on the phone. Except a knock taps on your apartment door and scares you right out of your body.
Ever proactive, ever the man who takes action, Joel stands waiting for you when you open the door.
Youâre thankful more than ever that your best friend went to the gym for the evening.
âWanna sit outside for a bit? Maybe get some air? Sâreally nice outside today.â He offers gentle.
Heâs breaking up with you. Thatâs what your mind jumps to.
At least the weather is surprisingly kind this early evening.
Youâve sat out here on your apartmentâs decent sized balcony with Joel before. But now the energy between you and him shifts strangely.
The sky stretches above a soft sherbet orange. A breeze comes, thankfully not too cold, but you think about maybe heading in to grab a blanket.
Joel however quickly slings off his jacket and drapes it over you. Always the gentleman.
The smell of his cologne, so comforting and masculine, wraps around you like a cloud.
You thank him with a soft small smile and Joel nods. Then he sighs and leans forward on the folding chair.
âAlways loved the outdoors.â He begins, a small olive branch of a conversation to break the tension. âThe girls and I love hiking the trails out by the lake. You ever been?â
You shake your head no.
âMaybe one day we can all go together.â The comment holds hope, a delicate thread of it. Yet you catch the hesitation.
Your eyes flicker to him, confused and cautious.
âWait, you arenât breaking up with me?â You blurt out, maybe just wanting to get it over with. You hate the way your voice cracks slightly.
Joel, with his beautiful concerned wide eyes, snaps his face to you.
âWhat? Honey no. Thought maybe youâd be the one maybe tryinâ to break up with me.â Joel, who Sarah jokes about how some of their neighbors question if heâs perpetually grumpy, stares at you with a tenderness that melts you to your core.
You canât help but laugh watery.
âWhy dâya think Iâd want to end things with you?â He asks patiently.
You can think of so many.
Heâs a famous writer whoâs about to maybe become an online sensation. Heâs older than you, wiser and seasoned. Heâs a full on father with young teenage daughters.
So you reveal your heart to him and all the fears that dwell in its shadows. You wipe away a few tears that manage to spill out.
Joel moves to hold your hands in his, a guarded warmth and protection keeping you stable.
With a heavy sigh, Joelâs attention fully focused on you.
âHoneyâŚIâm so sorry for not telling you about my work, about me, sooner.â He earnestly apologizes and his words drip with comforing earnesty.
Now his gaze drops down to where your hand sits in his.
âDidnât want it complicatinâ things with us. I knew I had to tell you eventually. But reallyâŚI was worried youâd see me differently once you knew. I know I donât seem like the writinâ type anyway.â He mutters and you miss the hint of embarrassment coloring his tone.
You squeeze his hands.
This could never make you look at Joel in a negative light. If anything, you now feel proud knowing heâs a writer. You do explain your worries though and the ache you felt knowing he kept his from you.
âI know darlinâ and I promise,â he squeezes your hands now. âNo more secrets between us.â
âYouâŚusâŚmeans more to me than youâll know.â He adds and you draw his hands up to your mouth.
You kiss his worn hands, his hard working beautiful hands that now move to hold your face so tenderly in their grasp. His thumb strokes your bottom lip delicately as if youâll disappear from his sight.
âCan I kiss ya baby?â
You nod and in that same breath Joel pulls you towards him. He kisses you light, delicate enough that you feel so precious and treasured within his hold.
It seems like such a simple small kiss but it soaks into your bones.
You have so many questions. And as much as youâd like to make out with your boyfriend on the balcony, youâd like answers.
So you pull away and stand up.
Joel looks adorable as confusion paints his face.
âDonât worry Iâm just getting us a blanket.â You grin at him as you sling on his jacket claiming it as your own.
Blanket in hand you now curl up with him in the lawn chair, thankful for its sturdiness and cozy size. Your heart soars at how quickly Joel pulls you into his arms and basically onto his lap.
It feels like itâs been months since youâve last been with him, or maybe thatâs just how exhausting today was.
Joel sighs content and pleased once you fully rest against him. Hesitantly you ask if itâs okay if you can talk about him, about his work.
âAsk away honey. Iâll tell ya everything nâ anything.â He says firm.
You grin and your thumb starts stroking the back of his hand.
âSo what made you decide to reveal yourself now? I heard there was an issue about someone saying they were you?â You ask, thinking of the discussions earlier with your best friend.
âYeah..â Joel now sighs tired with an ancient weariness that settles over his handsome face.
âSarah was the one who saw it first on Twitter or wherever it was.â He adds with a grumble.
Your heart aches knowing one of the girls saw it first.
âDidnât help either that I ainât online. So it became a whole fuckinâ mess we had to deal with it a couple months back.â
A light bulb goes off inside your brain.
âWas that when you said you had to visit a family friend out of town?â You connect the dots.
âYup.â Joel nods. âWent to visit Frank, my agent, to try and figure this shit out. Couldâve let it all maybe die down but⌠ya know.â He huffs and you understand completely.
Joel is too stubborn, a bit too prideful. You almost snort amused just over the thought of him trying to let the situation blow over.
âFrank wants to meet ya by the way.â Now his voice dips with a bashful tone while his hands begin softly stroking your thighs.
âIâd love to meet him too.â You truthfully tell Joel.
âSo, are you going to be online now? Should I start making secret accounts to follow you?â You now tease and Joel barks a beautiful amused laugh.
âBaby, Iâm over 50. The only apps I need on my phone are candy crush and ESPN. Ainât got the time or patience for social medias.â
Now youâre the one laughing.
It feels freeing, blissful, like this is the first moment youâre spending time with him all over again. Yet, thereâs a deeper sacred connection that settles.
You canât help but kiss him again and Joel eagerly welcomes you on his lips.
Now his lips move fervently, almost possessively, against yours, licking and trying to consume you. A small moan squeaks out of you.
âCome on baby,â he mutters, shifting you against his lap so that you fully feel his hardness straining against his pants. âWanna taste ya.â
Youâre thankful you manage to drag him back inside because you canât imagine getting intimate with Joel on the balcony. Well, at least not yet. But that was a thought for another day.
Now in the afterglowâs soft relaxing peace you wish for more time with him.
But Joel must sense that ache too.
âSâlate honey. Come back home with me. Even if itâs just for the night.â He mutters against your lips and you canât deny him. You donât want to deny him or the aching tug pulling you to him.
That night you fully embrace every inch of the man Joel Miller is and let a dizzying adoration for him swallow you whole.
The next morning, in the soft early still dark shade of his room, Joel wakes you with a tender kiss to your forehead.
âGotta go meet with Frank for the day. Iâll see ya later, honey.â He mutters against your cozy heated skin.
You hum a soft agreement and sleepily wish him a goodbye before falling back to sleep. After that, you wake up later to a colder and empty bed.
Tugging on another one of Joelâs shirts you head downstairs already missing his presence.
And when you get downstairs, there on the table sits the most gorgeous floral arrangement. Its beautiful vibrant blooms make your heart flutter so fast against its cage.
A folded paper sits beside the flowers. Your name is written on the front in Joelâs slightly chicken scratch like handwriting.
You scramble fast to grab it.
A letter, heâs written you a letter.
âHoney,
I know Iâve already apologized and youâve forgiven my old undeserving ass.â
You snort at that line but continue on.
âBut I just wanted to fully apologize to you again. Might take me a while until I stop, but just be patient with my old bones yeah?â
You would. Your heart would and will always wait for him.
âDoesnât seem like it but, I aint that good at talking about things, about my feelings. Shocker right?â
You smirk. You know he isnât good with words - thatâs why it almost feels ironic and a bit unreal that heâs an author.
Youâve discovered Joel shows his affection through his actions.
He spent an entire day rearranging a business scheduling conflict just so that Tommy didnât have to worry about it. Joel never missed a single one of Ellieâs basketball games. Sarah only prefers a certain type of orange juice and Joel never fails to only get that one.
The first few weeks you started dating Joel you got sick with a nasty cold. He dropped off a whole bag of various items like tissues and cough drops. It was then you knew his heart shines through his actions.
He sometimes surprises you with an order from your favorite take out spot. He never lets you touch a door, always opening them for you instead. Heâs the most generous lover and never fails to remind you of how tender, how consuming, his passion can be.
Joel does grumble, sometimes even seems grouchy, but he loves fiercely.
And now here he is showing you this side of him, this form of himself as a writer.
So you return to reading his letter.
âI got into writing because it helped me process all my emotions, my thoughts, the good and bad days - everything. And sharing my writing with others, especially with someone as important as you, still makes me feel so vulnerable. Funny how that worked out though huh? Guess fate wanted to drag my ass and make me face my fears and vulnerability and whatnot.â
Someone as important as you - The line makes your heart flutter.
âI know I told you the reasons why I didnât tell you. But another reason was because I was afraid.
I was afraid of how much you mean to me. Telling you about this part of me would be taking a bigger step. And it scared me shitless. Cause darlinâ I havenât felt this way in a very long time. Like, as Ellie loves to say, in such a long time that âdinosaurs werenât even fossils.â
That makes you laugh a bit watery but you let his words carry you again.
âYou make my damn heart race when you smile. I get so worked up just seeing you walk around my house as if you were always meant to be here. And I didn't want to lose that either. I still donât.
You feel like a bright future, like waking up after a cloudy week and the sun greets you so nicely. And I just wanna stay in that warmth, your warmth.
Yeah sorry, that line might be too romance novel writer for my leagueâŚbut like I said Iâm thinking about it. And itâs because of you.
We said no more secrets yeah?
So Iâm not lying when I say youâve become so god damn important to me. And I wanna see more days with you, as many as youâll have with me.
Fuck. This damn letter already feels too long and I hate my old ass for rambling and maybe not making sense. But I adore you honey. Plain in simple.
And Iâm just gonna leave it at that.
Donât miss me too much and Iâll see you soon.
P.S I picked that bookstore as the tourâs first stop here because itâs where I met you⌠and Iâll always be grateful for that
-Joelâ
You now fight back an absolute oceanâs worth of adoration for this man.
Tears clog your throat and you try not letting them flood your vision, but itâs so hard. So hard when youâre this head over heels.
You donât want to say it yet, and you donât know if heâs even ready to say it, but the emotion filling you like a newborn star feels like love.
You barely manage to send out a text thanking him and hoping youâll get to talk to him soon.
Joel, ever the endearing man he is, replies back with a simple heart emoji and you laugh.
You really might love this man.
And you hope, you so brightly hope, that he maybe loves you too.
You think of his book series, of how he became a writer simply wanting to tell his daughters stories. Those stories grew out of his love for them and now he gets to crystallize that among his pages.
You realize how writing truly is its own form of love.
After all, what better way for a writer to show their love, their heart, than to capture you in their words?
You think thatâs where writers must live now, in the heart. Or maybe - your maybe gruff handsome one just does. And you happily welcome Joelâs place in yours and hope he resides there forever like a love poem etched into your very soul.
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My goodness, two excellent series in such a short time. đđť
I'm glad they had another chance. Good match bad timing rings so true.
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Chapter Five: Mr. Miller
Chapter Summary: Years later, you find yourself with choices that feel impossible. And of course, Joel Miller is there at the root of them. [5k]
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Chapter Warnings: fem!reader, professor!joel miller (formerly), time jump, joel is a successfully published writer, reunions, drinking, semi-public sex in a bathroom, m!oral, unprotected piv, job proposals, ambiguous endings
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Word doesnât travel, thankfully. Itâs handled swiftly, quietly. Mostly be the discrepancies of Joel, who allows himself to take the full responsibilityâfor you, for him, and definitely not for Tess.
Youâre not sure what expels in the office after you leave that night, other than the gradually rising voices of the troubled couple and Joelâhe sounds tired, exasperated, done before Tess can get a word in edgewise. But, you donât linger much longer.
Joel, however, canât seem to grasp something to anchor him down, feeling himself slip into a quiet rage. Tess forces the ultimatum on him that night. Either he owns up to, tells her everything, or she would make the divorce hell. He knew she was capable of being vindictive, but he never thought it would be aimed at him. And he knew it all boiled down to him never forgiving her own undue and unjust actions. A bitterness that lingered, festered, and now that she had caught him in his own mess, like he had to her, it was too poetic for her to let things go.
Joel resigns a few weeks later, your interaction minimalâhe doesnât even speak directly to you anymore. He feels like heâs being watched, judged, under constant scrutiny. The reality was that no one knew what had transpired, but it felt louder than ever. The rest of the year is quiet and dull, but you manage.
And the months that follow, theyâre fine. But, the spark you had for literature then, even if slightly skewed by Joel and his nefarious obsession with you, never really returns.
The divorce comes several months later for Joelâit isnât quiet. Itâs messy, itâs difficult. Despite his willingness to comply with Tessâs conditions over his pseudo-fling with you, she goes back on her word. Eventually though, he cuts his ties and moves on. And it shouldnât freak him out that he sees your face in his mind every night after nearly a year of knowing you, but itâs the way heâs memorized every detail about you that paints itself in vivid pictures.
Eventually things get easier and you move on, but Joel canât bring himself to forget.
He leaves a voicemail on the day of your graduation, a couple years passed, and he still knowsâhe memorized the day and even if it was without intention, he still feels the pull. To explain or apologize. Something.
He canât explain why heâs so hung up on the moments he shared with you until the words begin to pour out. And you find yourself curled up on your bed the night of graduation, exhausted mentally, emotionally, physicallyâbut then you see his name on your phone and you break.
You press play on the voicemail and place the phone on the bed.
âI reallyâŚdonât know if youâll even listen to this. I donât expect you to, but I wanted to apologize. I manipulated a shitty situation to my advantage to forget my own problems. The shit going on within my own marriage. That wasnât your faultâŚand youâre young. I shouldnât have entertained it and I did. I liked the attention. The attention you gave me and it was wrong. If you ever want toâŚI donât know, talk things out? I would like that, but I understand if you ignore this completely. I would too. A long, drawn out breath that delves into a sigh. Uh, congratulations on the graduation. Iâm sorry this took so long for me to say. YeahâŚanyways, goodbye.â
The abrupt ending is bittersweet, rolling your eyes at his tone. Itâs clipped, void of emotion. Heâs masking and you can hear it. It only pisses you off further, unable to believe the genuineness in his message or tone so noâyou donât give him the chance to talk it out. And Joel Miller fades from your mind from then on, a distant and bitter memory.
Three Years Later
Working at a local publication company in Austin was never the plan, but it was the fastest thing you could grasp after graduation and several failed internships laterâand the money was decent. You had an apartment in the city, close to work, and an easier turnaround time when you needed to get something to the office on an emergency or whim.
You were a lower level employee, editing and working around the simpler marketing for authorâs thatâmost of the time, you didnât even know the name of. You were meant to take the brunt of the work before it was delivered to the actual team of publication for everything that they didnât want to handle. Which often included lunch as well, daily, coffee orders every morning, and tasks that felt never ending.
But the one time you did receive a break was the publishing parties. Authors would throw a nice party for the team and a long, never-ending list of connections that led for it to be more of a schmoozy get together than anything.
You went for the alcohol, the food, and the entertainment.
Which, thankfullyâthey all proved to have a ton of.
So, it should be any other Friday when you walk into the bar downtown, filled to the brim with patrons and company people who were there in attendance and support of the author, who you still had yet to meet. Youâd been working on the book for months now, getting small snippets of things to correct and proofread when you werenât running around to fetch things, but sometimes the curiosity is really just too much.
You grab a drink first, sipping on the sweet mix of liquor and syrup as the people filter in and spread, conversing in a low hum that quickly divulges into a cheer as someone makes their way through the door. Theyâre muffled by the crowd, loud pats of congratulation and claps that arenât entirely necessaryâbut everyone had been anticipating the book to be a best-seller in record time. A book of delicate poetry, beautiful and thoughtful. It was something that brought you back to a time long forgotten, sitting in your bed during your freshman year of college, flitting through the recommendations of a professor that had nearly disappeared off the face of the earth.
So, when your eyes land on Joel Miller as he pushes through the crowd, the pit in your stomach grows and swells to an unbearable size.
Heâs different in every way but still inexplicably himâhe seemed softer, relaxed. His hair was grown out and curling over his ears and down his forehead, curls tickling against his skin and he sported a full beard, more than he ever allowed himself while he worked as your professor the interim year he was there, patchy in places you donât realize until he comes closer, still unaware of your presence.
You recognize the suit, thoughâheâs worn it a million times, week after week and it feels too overwhelming now, knowing you both had left things unfinished.Â
Your intentions then werenât the same as now and youâre almost positive he could say the sameâeven if you did keep your vindictive streak to get things you wanted, Joel was the only person who had managed to push you in a way that brought out that side of you.
You turn on your heels as a woman catches his attention, smiling brightly and too touchy to be considered a stranger, your back facing him now. You wave and smile at a few passing co-workers, also giving a small murmur of congratulations to Joel before you feel a hand on your back, half ready with your hand balled into a fist before you hear his voice over your shoulder.
Itâs a soft whisper of your name, irreverent fondness in his tone, âHowâs the open bar?â
Heâs folding a jacket over his arm as he squeezes into the small space between you and another person, palm flattened out against the bar as he awaits your answer.
And for once, you donât have anything to say.Â
Your mouth opens once, twice, before quietly snapping shut.
Joel breaks out into a slight smile, âI saw your name on the guest listâI just thought Iâd say hi.â
âI didnâtââ You take a shallow breath and press the half-empty glass against the surface, âI donât usually know anything about who weâre working on publication for, if I had knownâŚI justââ
His hand is a gentle press against your clothed arm, curling around your bicep, âHeyâno harm, no foul. Did youâŚlike my book, at least?â
You chuckle softly, âUhâyeah, of course. I think that goes without saying. I almost got fired for not providing enough notes when they asked, but I didnât feel like anything needed to be changed.â
Joel smiles brighter, but his lack of response is palpable.
He nods, pointing at your drink, âTake advantageâseeinâ as itâs paid for.â
And you feel the moment fleeing as he turns away for a brief moment and orders his own drink, thankful for the short moment of calm as he didnât have to constantly talk shop, so your curiosity gets the better of you. You didnât know when you would ever see him again now that he was standing in front of youâunfinished business and all.
âHow are things?â You askâitâs a vague question that without your past would seem harmless. But, Joel understands. He spots the worry in your brow where it creases subtly in the middle and he chews at his bottom lip, taking the drink that is slipped into his hand.
His ring finger is still bare and he raises the hand up, curled around the glass with eyes that peek over the rim, squinting at your playfully, feigning innocence.Â
âGood,â He tells you when brings his drink down to his chest, âUhâsome roadblocks trying to get back into writing butâŚitâs been alright. And Tess, sheâsâI donât really know how she is but we also havenât spoken in over two years. Last thing I heard was that she was getting engaged.â
Your eyes widen by the sudden influx of information, surprised by how forthright and open Joel was being, âOhâthatâsâŚgood? For her, I guess.â
Joel chuckles softly and raises his eyebrows in response, agreeing with the uncertainty in your statement. You had grown so accustomed to his small quirks and body language that it was coming back to you in waves, like they had never left. But, the booming voice of a few men on the other side of the bar grab Joelâs attention and he looks slightly disturbed of his peace but offers a quiet apology before leaving you alone, left to process what the fuck was happening.
For someone you havenât seen in a few years, it shouldnât make you feel so at ease in their presence and you hate the way it lingers and aches the moment he leaves. The same push and pull that you felt so long ago, itâs overwhelming.Â
You finish your drink quietly, watching the warm, orange sky morph into nightfall and you attempt to slink out quietly, having had your fill on alcohol and surprises for the night. And the activity in the bar had only ramped up more in the lingering timeâbut the fingers around your wrist stop you, stretching through the crowd as you spin slowly on your heels.
âFollow me?â Joel asks lowly in the space between you when you turn to him, difficult to hear under the roar of the crowd but he nudges his head in a far off direction and you nod, feet moving before your brain can process.
Joel yanks you gently into a small, unisex bathroom with a stall in the corner. Itâs big enough that you can rest against an opposite wall while he presses up against the door, looking slightly flushed from the alcohol but calmâitâs strange seeing him now, outside of the setting of his work.
Also, time had passed and heâs grown and processed things in the interim.
âI didnât get a chance to ask about you,â He beginsâJoel had only wanted a quiet place to talk to you, bothered by the idea of you the entire night for more than a few reasons, but most importantly, he just needed to know, âhowâŚthings have really been?â
âI graduated, but Iâm sure you know that,â You tell him, his gaze trailing down as he remembers the half-assed message and apology he left you, âgot a job after way too many attempts and failing and Iâm living in an apartment here in Austin, itâs a few blocks away from the publishing company. Itâs not badâI thought things would be easier. But⌠I canât complain. I mean, I couldâthereâs really no point, though.â
Joelâs nostrils flair in amusement as his chest vibrates with a laugh, hands tucked behind him as he leaned against the surface, suit jacket having disappearedâŚsomewhere. Now, it was the tight pull of his chest under his shirt, the gaps in his buttons covered by the long stretch of his tie.
You cross your arms gently, one leg hooking over the other as you lean the weight of your shoulder into the wall similarly, the cold breeze of the unheated bathroom brushing against your thighs and you were silently cursing yourself for wearing such a short skirt in the biting cold weather at the end of fall, rolling into winter with a force.
âI can see that hasnât changed.â Joel comments slyly and you squint your eyes in his direction, wondering his angle. Truthfully, he didnât have one.Â
You roll your eyes momentarily, biting away the smile that creeps onto your face as you look away briefly, distracted by the buzzing, overly luminescent light above your head. The tension between you two had never left, that much was apparent.Â
âSo, how has single life been?â You ask, feeling silly at the way you word it, but given his openness to tease you so easily, you felt the need to do it back.
Joel begins with a subtle warning of your name that has you huffing out a laugh of indifference.
âWhat?â You say in playful defense, âItâs just a question. You donât have to answer it.â
Joel shakes his head fondly, though the bitter memories begin to flood back.
âIâm not your student anymore,â You point out, âitâs not like youâre breaking any rules by talking to me. Itâs beenâŚyears, Joel. I think weâre both different people by now.â
Were you? That was entirely debatable.
âItâs been fine.â Joel gives you as little detail as possible, which is a telltale sign that he was masking, but you canât ignore the way his eyes drag over your figure even if for a brief second.
You nod in response, not pushing the topic any longer.
âSo, whatâs this about?â
Joel makes a small noise in question and you tilt your head accusingly, lips pursed into a sneaky smile.
âI was on my way out,â You tell him, ânow Iâm hereâwith you. So, whatâs the deal?â
âI wanted to catch up,â Joel admitsâthough itâs mostly a lie, âis that a crime?â
âMmm, but hereâs the problem,â You counter him, âyouâre not really doing much talking. You ask some lame, basic question to cover up whatever excuse you had to get me in here. Seriously, Joelâwhatâs up?â
Joel sighs, chin touching his chest as he stares at the floor, âStill so goddamn stubborn.â
Itâs like a trigger, soles patting against the ground as you approach him. His gaze pulls up slowly, first at your feet, then your chest, until he lands on your face. Delicate fingers press against his chest, his arms falling to his side as you press in closer and trace your fingers upwards, brush against his jawline.
You grin at the way Joel swallows tensley under your gaze, opposite hand wrapping into the length of his tie and pulling him into you, pressing your lips against his without another thought.
This kiss was new, different. Like pressing lips against a stranger with a renewed interest, not entwined in the throes of his divorce and a shitty marriage that kept him tied down and riddled with guilt, he kisses back with a force, boring conversation long forgotten.
Deft fingers turn the lock silently, a faint click of recognition as Joel leads you toward the empty stall with roaming hands, coat brushed down your shoulders and draped over a nearby hand dryer as he huddles you into the small space and watches as you pull away briefly to lock it with a giddy smile, lip pulled between your teeth as the lock slips into place and he stares at you openly, an unhinged hunger behind his eyes that he attempted to keep it bay so long ago.
âI have an idea.â Your voice is creeping suspicion in Joelâs mind and he sees your smile soften, an undertone in the wait as your fingers stretch along the expanse of his neck, leaning into him fully as he presses against the opposite wall of the stall, faces only a few millimeters apart as you breathe into him, noses brushing gently.
âThat sounds like trouble.â Joel admits, your eyes dilating under his gaze as your excitement reaches your eyes, skin wrinkling slightly at the corners as you laugh.
âI donât know,â You reply airily, âI think youâll like this one.â
Joelâs game, eyebrows raised in question as you descend slowlyâfor anyone else, offering up a blowjob on the floor of a shoddy, questionable bathroom, youâd immediately decline and foremost, wouldnât even offer. But, this was Joel.Â
The Joel that, despite years of time between his company, still culminated at the forefront of your mind all of the sudden. Fleeting memories, things that threatened to remind you of him, a bitter afterthought. But now, it was sweetâtangible and finally within reach. You were seizing the opportunity to close things out, even if you knew you would never see him again.
And damn his months of unintentional abstinence, Joel is unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants at an embarrassing speed with the assistance of your eager hands, instantly cradling your head as you wrestle with the few layers of fabric before his cock is heavy in your hands and hardening with even the minimalist of touch, his mouth hung open slightly as your tongue press flat against the underside of his cock, tracing along the jut of a vein that leads to his head, circling as you pull taut at his shaft and reacting openly to the tight squeeze he gives to your jaw, eyes falling shut with a gasp as he urges with silence for you to put him out of his misery and take his cock into your mouth.
Enough teasing. He knew you were both far beyond that.
Thereâs a lightness to your movements, inhibitions slightly skewed. You suck at his cock greedily, hollowing out your cheeks and allowing your hand to cover the length of his shaft that your mouth canât reach and the hand that isnât cradling your face is pressed against the stall door for leverage. Thereâs a crease in his forehead from how hard heâs scrunching his face up, willing himself to focus albeit how overwhelming you are in the moment and then youâre speaking to him, needy and soft.
âLook at me Joel,â You plead, tip brushing against your lips as you kiss the head and take him once more, bobbing your head slowly as he opens his eyes, and that familiar heat sets in his gaze, âthereâs nothing to worry about this timeâitâs just us.â
His hand is a soothing touch against your jaw, slowly trailing until his palm is cradling your head, âThatâsâhm, thatâs the problem. Donât have much time.â Oh, right. This was his party after all.
âRiiiight,â You reply snarkily when you pull, feeling the gentle squeeze of his fingers against your neck as his hand settles there and rests, âguest of honor and all that, I suppose.â
Joel wasnât letting you go that easy, though. He pushes you away gently and helps you rise to your feet, a slow progress of crowding you against the corner adjoining the stall door and the wall and his fingers slip under your skirt, digging into the supple skin of your thighs and he breathes, takes in your scent as he buries his face into your neck and he groans, so soft you almost donât hear it. Almost.
 âYou still like fucking college girls? Or was that a one time thing?â You tease, earning another less than gentle squeeze before his hand is traveling down your center and over the wet fabric of your panties, covered with your slick and you moan outâguilty, and he settles with pulling them to the side for quick access, dipping a finger inside of you and chuckling at how familiar it feels, walls squeezing around the digit and you huff, âDirty old man, Mr. Miller.âÂ
âJust one. Annoying little brat that she is.â Joel admits, his stiff cock prodding at your thigh as he slips another finger inside of you, your grip tightening against the fabric stretched over his shoulders, head banging deftly against the surface behind you as you moan, âAnd just so weâre clearâdonât ever fucking call me that again.â
It never really fit him anyways.
âGot it.â You reply softly, staring at him half-lidded as his thumb brushes over your clit and heâs so closeâright fucking there, dick pressed against your thigh but he wonât cross that line, not unless you ask. Luckily, youâre selfish even under a time crunch, âJoelâneed it.â
âNeed what, baby?â His breath is hot against your ear as he mouths at your skin sloppily, fingers leaving you empty as they rub collectively over your sensitive clit, âSuch a beautiful way with words, let me hear you say it.â
âFuckââ You breath rough, a sharp breath, âyour cock, Joel. Want you inside of me.â
Fortunately, Joelâs never been more impatient as he pulls your thigh up and over his hip, his fingers holding the fabric of your panties to the side as he presses inside of you steadily, selfishly watching your reaction as he splits you openâa stark difference from the first time. He was disconnected, emotionless, trying to prove a point. But, this was so much more.Â
It was everything he couldnât say before.
âStopâstop that,â You laugh softly, fingers gripping over the edge of the stall as he Joel fucks into you with sharp, precise thrusts. He was searching, determined that no time was wasted, but still admiring the catch of a gasp or moan in your throat every time he hit a particular spot inside of you that rendered you nearly speechless, âstop lookingâat me like that.â
And Joel has the gull to smirk, lip pulling between his teeth as he angles you back and hikes your thigh up a fraction and thatâoh, that was perfect and your grip slips and falls to his chest, wrinkling the fabric under your tight grasp as he leans in, lips pressed unmoving against your own as he thrusts into you wildly, the deafening sound of skin against skin and noises breathed into each otherâs mouths.
âTouch yourself, baby,â He pleads and you thought the first time was a one off, a slip of the tongue in such a heated moment but it rings in your ears and warms your body with a faint buzz of adoration and allowed yourself to feel special and reserved only to him for that moment, âcome with me?â
You reply with a shaky nod, feeling his hand guide yours between your bodies and settle over your cunt, rubbing over your clit in quick and determined circles as he spoke soft praises against your skin.
Good girl, sweet thing, look so pretty like this while youâre taking my cock.
And youâre hit with an immense rush of emotion as you come around him, his thrusts faltering in time with your cunt as you squeeze around him, âFuckâIâm gonna come, gonnaââ He pulls his hips back slightly but youâre reeling him back in with your heel, offering a small head shake.
Inside, you plead wordlessly.
It does him inâhand grazing over your breasts, tongue dipping into your mouth as he squeezes at the flesh and snaps his hips one last time, coming inside of you with a long, drawn out groan that precedes a long moment of silence as you both come down in synchronized breaths.
Joel hasnât moved either, cock still buried inside of you but slowly softening.
âWork for me,â He says suddenly, head resting against the wall as he looks at you, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his fingers massaging the sore muscles in your thigh, âplease?â
Your brow furrows tiredly, âWhat?â
âCome and work for me,â He asks once more, âI can offer you a job.â
âJoel, thatâsââ
You whine softly at the loss of him as he slips out of you, but silently thankful for your achy musclesâand you think Joel will leave it at that, but heâs taking your face between his hands, urging you to look at him, âLook at me and tell me youâre happy there.â
You swallow a lump in your throat and look back at him, the words perched on your tongue.
You couldnât lie to him. Not about this.
âI saw your name weeks agoââ Joel removes his hands and redresses slowly, watching as you adjust yourself to a more presentable manner, despite the feeling of his cum dampening your panties even more than they were before, âthought I was fuckinâ hallucinating.â
Still, youâre not sure where itâs coming from. Three years of silence and now this, his cum dripping down your legs and a proposition that sounds far too good to be true.
âI need an assistant,â He admits, âSomeone to help me keep track of all this shit. Everyone Iâve hired, it just doesnât stick.
You unlock the door behind your back and file out, watching Joel stuff his shirt back into his pants with a little too much force, shifting from heel to heel as he walks, âSo, youâre desperate? And you thought fucking me would help your chances?â
Youâre teasing him, but he doesnât need to know that.
Immediately, his head snaps up, eyes full of concern that you misconstrued his intentions and he knows heâs fucked up againâagain. He fucks up everything.
âIâm fucking with you.â You crack a gentle smile and his hammering heart slows.
âI need someone who wonât bullshit me about my writing,â Joel tells you, ârealâhonest feedback. Someone that knows me.â
Your hands fall behind your back, fingers interlocking as you step toward him again, playfully kicking your foot out at him, âSo, the whole blind worship thing, kissing assâitâs not for you? BecauseâŚthat can be arranged too, I donât mind.â
He says your name in warning and you pull back with a soft laugh, âI can give you a bigger picture tomorrow, afterâŚall this. We can work things out. You can sign an official contract. Iâm not trying to play you on this.â
And maybe history was repeating itself, something Joel refused to acknowledge.
âIsnât that what got us into this mess?â You ask, allowing Joel to adjust the flap of your jacket over your chest as you slip it back onto your body, âTeacherâŚstudentâŚbossâŚâ
You donât have to fill in the rest. Joelâs pointer finger trails up the center of your chest, nudging at your chin and pulling your attention in, lips parted slightly.
âI can keep things professional,â Joel lies, âcan you?â
You mouth a silent no as you shake your head and his thumb brushes your bottom lip.
âWell, I guess Iâll just have to write a few stipulations into the agreement.â
âI never said I agreed,â You retorted playfully, âdid I?â
âSuppose Iâve got a bit of convincing to do then,â Joel smirks, ââis your number still the same?â
You shrug innocentlyâof course it was and truthfully, Joel never had the thought to delete it. Letting it gather dust in his contacts, finger hovering over it from time to time. Wondering.
âYou still have my email,â Joel laughs at that, barely, cracking a gentle smile, âsend me the detailsâIâll let you know if Iâm interested.â
âAnd if thereâs any way I can sweeten that interestââ
You lean in mockingly, eyes looking over his facial expression, clearly amused with himself as your nose brushes against each other and you speak into the quiet space between you both.
âKeep it in your pants, alright? Iâll consider it.â
Joel couldnât let you slip through his fingers, not again.
But, you knew you were doomed from the moment he set eyes on you.
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title: toyinâ with them older guys
pairing: bartender!joel miller/female reader
rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)
chapters: 1/1
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summary:
Joel Miller is the grumpy bartender and owner of your favorite bar near campus, where you attend trivia every Tuesday night. Thinking thereâs no way Joel could return your feelings, your friend suggests trying out Tinder.
But when you bring them to the bar for a date, they keep leaving mid date with no explanation.
Maybe thereâs something Joel isnât telling you after all.
authorâs note: thank you to everyone who hyped me up to post this when i wasnât sure how i felt about it. your comments mean the world đ
content warnings/additional tags: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), alternate universe - no cordyceps outbreak, no use of y/n, unspecified age gap, alcohol references/consumption, possessive behavior, jealousy, mild violence (in the form of Joel kicking someone out of his bar), brief reference to Sarahâs mom and divorce, tinder dates, bribery, dirty talk, begging, pet names, praise kink, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), spanking. let me know if iâve missed anything!
Thereâs a bar near the university that you love to go to for multiple reasons.
For one, they have great drinks. For two, their loaded tater tots are the best drunk food youâve ever had the pleasure of consuming.
But the number one reason, above all else, is the grumpy bartender and owner, Joel Miller.
The first time you saw him, he was challenging a kid with a fake ID, his arms crossed over his broad chest, emphasizing the strain of his flannel over his biceps. When the kid tried to take a swing at him, he grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back before marching him out of the bar and kicking him to the curb.
Your friend had to remind you to breathe.
He hosts a trivia night at the bar on Tuesday nights, the perfect excuse to see the man weekly. You sit at the bar each time, scribbling your answers on the notepad as you sip on a vodka cranberry and sneak glances at the older man while he works.
One night, you were struggling to answer a question about where the Lord of the Rings trilogy was filmed when Joel leaned across the bar, bringing his lips close to your ear to say, âNew Zealand.â
Youâd gotten the point, thanks to him. And from that day forward, heâd linger near your corner of the bar, watching to see if you needed help with an answer. Eventually, you started showing up earlier and earlier for trivia night, just for the chance to talk to him.
You told him about your PhD program and the research you were conducting. You wanted to be a psychologist, but for now youâre just a perpetual student. You miss winter weather in Colorado, but appreciate not having to store a giant jacket anywhere in your small apartment. Your favorite season is fall, and your favorite holiday is Halloween.
He tells you about buying the bar a few years ago, after his divorce from Sarahâs mom and ensuing custody battle had been finalized, an investment he made with his brother Tommy. Theyâd fixed it up themselves and made it a popular local spot. His favorite movie is Indiana Jones and he prefers whiskey over any other drink.
Itâs no surprise that along the way youâd fallen in love with the man.
Too bad heâd never feel the same.
ââââ
Joel remembers the first night he saw you. Your rosy cheeks and tipsy smile as you leaned forward to say, âVodka cranberry, please. With lime .â
âLime, huh?â He remembers saying. You nodded your head vigorously.
âThe lime is the best part,â you insisted. He chuckled.
âNot the vodka?â
âGross, no.â
He tossed in three lime slices and you shimmied your shoulders with glee.
You come into the bar, alone, for trivia night on Tuesdays now. Youâre a fountain of random facts, but every once in a while heâll feed you an answer to help you out because he likes the smile that you give him in return.
He has no right to be looking at you the way that he finds himself doing every week. Eyes wandering to the way your jeans hug your ass or drifting to your cleavage when you rest your elbows against the bar.
But between the conversations and the trivia and the sweet smiles, heâd gone and fallen in love.
Which is why when you come to trivia night with a man who wraps an arm around your waist, Joel loses his goddamn mind and does the stupidest thing ever.
You get up to go to the bathroom and Joel leans across the bar to address the guy, keeping his eyes on the bathroom.
âIâll give you $100 if you leave right now,â Joel says.
âWhat?â
âHundred bucks if you walk out that door and donât talk to that girl again,â he says again. He digs his wallet from his pants and pulls a bill out, setting it on the bar top.
Without further question, the man grabs the money and stuffs it in his pocket as he heads out the door. Joel feels a flash of guilt when you return from the bathroom and look around for your missing date.
âSaid he had an emergency,â Joel lies. Heâs surprised when you look relieved.
âHe was kind of boring, anyways,â you shrug, dragging your notepad and pen closer to you. âHe probably would have just dragged us down.â
Us, Joel thinks.
He could get used to that.
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Your friend, Marie, had convinced you to try out Tinder. She was absolutely certain you were missing out on the love of your life by not swiping mindlessly through profiles that held no interest to you.
You werenât about to confess your unrequited love for the local bartender to get her off your case, so thatâs how you ended up on a date with Michael. He was a law student and liked kayaking and hiking.
You liked neither of those things, but he had curly brown hair and you had a type, so why not give it a shot?
You didnât have it in you to be too upset when you returned from the bathroom only to find out from Joel that Michael had left. Joel slid you another vodka cranberry with lime and your night went as it always did.
When Marie asked you the next morning how the date went and you told her he bailed, she insisted on picking your next one. She chose Scott, a financial analyst at a local bank.
Youâre starting to think Marie doesnât know you very well.
Regardless, you show up at the bar for another trivia night date. Scott is tall and lean, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and he wore a suit to a bar. When you comment on it, he pulls a face and says he came straight from work.
âNot all of us are lucky enough to not have real jobs,â he says. You blink at him, surprised by the hostility.
That hostility continues when Joel approaches the two of you at the bar, lips turned down in a scowl, and Scott decides to order for you.
âSheâll take a vodka water with lemon and Iâll have Bulleit, neat.â
Joel raises his eyebrows at Scott, his eyes flicking to you briefly, before he sets a plastic cup on the bar top. He holds Michaelâs gaze as he pours a shot of vodka into your cup, before using the soda gun to dispense cranberry juice. You have to bite back your smile.
âVodka cranberry with lime,â he says, sliding you your drink. âAnd your whiskey will be right out.â
âThatâs not what I ordered,â Scott replies.
âYeah, but itâs what she wouldâve.â
Scott sputters, face going an alarming shade of red with his indignation.
âIâll be right back,â you mutter, taking your drink with you as you head to the bathroom.
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âIâm not paying for that drink,â the blonde asshole says, knocking his knuckles against the bar for emphasis. Joel huffs a laugh.
âI donât give a shit, kid. I want you out of my bar,â he says, planting both hands on the wood.
âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me. Get the fuck out of my bar.â
âIâm on a date!â
âNot anymore.â Joel rounds the bar and gets up in the little weaselâs face. âGet. Out.â
The boyâs eyes go wide, like he realizes that maybe Joel isnât playing around. He scrambles from his barstool, standing to his full height like heâs about to challenge Joel.
âYou canât kick me out, old man,â the blonde snaps.
Joelâs had enough. He fists a hand in the starched white shirt collar, driving him back towards the exit. The other patrons move out of the way, some whistling and cheering Joel on. He shoves the man out the door and looks at the doorman.
âHe doesnât come back inside,â he says. âAnd you? Donât ever fuckinâ talk to her again.â
Joel returns to the bar as youâre walking up. For a moment, he worries that you may have seen him acting like a caveman getting rid of his competition, but you look around in confusion.
âWhereâs Scott?â You ask.
âHe forgot about somethinâ at work,â Joel says. Your brow furrows.
âKinda weird thatâs happened to me twice now,â you comment.
Joel just shrugs.
________
You donât tell Joel about how you saw him throw Scott out of his bar that night.
Youâd just left the bathroom when you saw Joel stomp out from behind the bar, his eyes dark and fixed on your date. You couldnât hear what he was saying, but based on the affronted way Scott was responding, it wasnât anything good.
You crept closer to the scene, but stayed amongst the crowd. Joel marched Scott backwards with a fist tangled in his collar, shoving him out the door.
âAnd you? Donât you ever fuckinâ talk to her again.â
Your mouth went dry at his words and your mind reeled at the implications. Was he doing this from a place of friendship? OrâŚcould he maybe feel the same way you do?
Only one way to find out.
You call up Travis, a good friend from undergrad who still lived in town.
âTrav, I need your help,â you say when he answers the phone.
âBurying a body type of help or financial type of help?â He replies easily.
âActually, more experimental.â
âI donât swing that way.â
âNo, listen to me, I have a hypothesis,â you insist, explaining the situation to him. How youâve been on two dates at Joelâs bar but each time, the men have left without another word. And how after what you witnessed, youâre inclined to believe that itâs not a coincidence.
You ask Travis to come with you to the next trivia night. All he needs to do is pretend to be there on a date with you. A bit of hand holding, maybe an arm around the waist. Nothing more.
âBut what if he tries to threaten my life?â Travis asks.
âWellâŚI meanâŚevery experiment has risks,â you reply flippantly. He sputters indignantly down the line. âIâll buy you your drinks and get you tater tots.â
Heâs silent for a moment before responding, âFine. Extra jalapeĂąos and Iâm not getting well liquor.â
âThank you!â
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You come into his bar with another man. His arm is draped over your shoulders as you approach the bar and Joel has to set the glass heâs drying down before it shatters in his hands.
âJoel! This is Travis,â you say, gesturing to your date. He forces a smile, reaching a hand across the bar to shake his hand.
âWhat can I get started for you?â Joel asks. The man, Travis, orders an old-fashioned with top shelf whiskey, while you request your regular.
âIâll be right back,â you say as Joel is pouring the drinks. You weave through the crowd towards the bathrooms and Joel leans in to address Travis.
âIâll pay you $100 to leave this date,â Joel says.
Travis smirks. âMake it $200.â
âAre you serious?â
âThat depends, are you?â
Joelâs eyes flick towards the back of the bar and he reaches into his pocket for his wallet. He pulls out four fifties, dropping them on the bar.
Travis pockets the money before adding, âYou know, thereâs cheaper ways to get the girl.â
âGet out,â Joel grunts. The younger man laughs his way to the door, and you appear at the bar a moment later.
âWhereâd Travis go?â You ask.
âOh, heââ
âCan I get an order of the loaded tots?â Travis asks, cutting Joel off from making up an excuse for his absence and sitting back down on the stool beside you with a shit eating grin. âShe owes me.â
âOwes you?â Joel asks through gritted teeth.
âYeah, she lost a bet. I told her I could get the number of that guy over there in less than three minutes and she doubted my charm.â
âTravis and I went to undergrad together,â you explain. âWe just wanted to hang out and catch up.â
Shit.
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Travis decides to leave after two plates of loaded tots and one too many drinks. You help him call an Uber, but you stay behind as the bar starts to clear out.
Itâs just Joel behind the bar, wiping down the wood and setting bottles back to their rightful spots as you sip from a cup of water. The kitchen has closed down and the music has been shut off, leaving the two of you in loaded silence.
âSoâŚ,â you say, twirling your straw in your near empty cup. âYou wanna tell me what that was all about?â
Joelâs shoulders go tense before he releases a deep sigh, turning to face you. The bar separates you, and it feels like miles of distance when all you want to do is get your hands on him now that your hypothesis has been proven.
Joel Miller likes you. And heâs been sabotaging your dates because of it. Perhaps you should be more upset, but all you can feel is an effervescent giddiness bubbling in your veins.
While he struggles to find the words, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You reach across the bar, hooking your fingers into the collar of his t-shirt and tugging him forward. You lean over to meet him halfway, pressing your lips to his.
You pull back and look into his eyes. The coffee colored brown of his irises seems darker, his eyes half lidded as he looks at you.
âYou wanna get out of here?â He asks.
âThought youâd never ask.â
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Joelâs got one hand on the wheel of the truck and the other resting on your thigh. He has to keep a hand on you because heâs worried that if he doesnât anchor himself, heâll wake up from this dream.
You kissed him. You reached across the bar and dragged his lips to yours in a way heâd only dreamed of doing a thousand times since youâd sauntered into his life.
He canât help the small smile that tilts his lips up at the thought.
âWhatâs got you smiling over there?â You ask, your voice teasing. He glances at you.
âYou do, darlinâ,â he says. He relishes in the pink that blooms across your cheeks at the pet name.
Joel drives to his house, parking the truck in the driveway of his little bungalow. His bachelor pad, as Tommy calls it.
Maybe not for much longer.
He circles the truck to open the door for you, helping you down from the cab. He keeps his hand on your low back as he leads you up the porch steps and through the door.
You toe off your shoes in the entryway, letting them join the pair of sneakers Joel left by the door. Youâre wearing a pair of socks with tiny cats printed on them, the sight so endearing to him he canât hold back his laugh.
âWhat?â You ask.
âNothinâ, justâŚlike the look of you here. In my house,â he says.
âYeah?â You take a step closer to him, toe to toe as you look up at him through your lashes.
âYeah,â he whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist, tugging your body against his. The heat of you even through the layers of your clothes sends a shiver down his spine.
You press your hands to his chest, sliding them up and over his shoulders before linking them behind his neck.
âYou gonna give me a real kiss?â You whisper back. Your lips are so tantalizingly close that they ghost across his as you speak.
He closes the distance, lips dancing with yours as he kisses you senseless. The feel of you against him, moving with him, sends sparks skittering across his skin. Heâs unable to hold still, hands roaming from your back to your waist to your hips as your mouths part and your tongues tangle with increased desperation.
Joel slides his hands to the backs of your thighs, crouching slightly to lift you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your core slides against his growing hardness and he groans at the sensation as you let out the neediest whimper.
He wants to hear more.
He walks you both through the empty house until he reaches his bedroom, tossing you on top of sheets still rumpled from last nightâs sleep. You scramble to sit up on your knees, moving to the edge of the bed and curling your fingers into the waist of his jeans.
âCan I suck your cock, Joel?â You ask, voice all breathy as you stare up at him with your big doe eyes. âPlease?â
Joelâs mouth has gone bone dry. âYeah? You want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart?â
You nod your head, fingers working on the buckle of his belt. His hands work in tandem with yours to get his fly open, shoving the denim down his thighs until he can step out of them. His cock tents his boxers, a wet spot already apparent on the fabric and he watches as you reach a hand out to stroke him, a groan escaping him at the feel of your warm palm against him.
âTake your clothes off and get on your knees,â Joel commands. He lifts his own shirt over his head as you unbutton and remove your pants, shimmying the tight fabric down your legs. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed as he watches you lift your shirt up and off.
His eyes rove your body hungrily. Your perfect tits and gorgeous curves, the way you flush beneath his gaze.
âCome here, baby,â he says, crooking a finger. You come to stand between his legs and he reaches around your back, unhooking your bra with deft fingers.
âYouâre rather skilled at that, Mr. Miller,â you tease.
âIâm old, not dead.â He slips the straps from your shoulders, tugging the last barrier between him and your tits away. âGod, baby, these all for me?â
âMhm,â you him as he wraps his hand around the weight of one breast, thumb teasing your pert nipple.
âTell me somethinâ,â Joel asks, âwhyâd you bring all those boys around when you knew you needed a man?â
You lick your lips. âDidnât know if the only man I wanted would want me back.â
Your voice is small and vulnerable as you say it, and that just wonât do. âDonât just want you, baby. Need you.â
Your face lights up in the brightest grin. âYeah?â
âYeah, baby. Need you so fuckinâ bad,â he tells you, digging his fingers into your hips. âSâwhy I had to play dirty.â
Your smile turns downright salacious. You drop to your knees, running your hands up his thighs. âShow me how much you need me, Joel.â
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Joel shoves his boxers down, exposing his cock to your hungry gaze. Itâs gorgeously thick, the head a dark red from his arousal, a pearl of precum sitting in the slit. You lean forward and dart your tongue out to gather it.
âDonât tease, sweetheart,â Joel says through gritted teeth. You keep your eyes fixed to his as you take him in hand, swirling your tongue over the sensitive head before taking him further into your mouth.
His hand is instantly in your hair. Not pressing, but his fingers tangle in the strands and tug deliciously against your scalp. He moans as you take him as far back into your throat as you can manage.
âFuck, your mouth is better than I ever dreamed,â he says, voice rough.
âYouâve thought about this?â You ask when you draw back for breath, hand pumping his length in place of your mouth.
ââCourse, baby. These pretty lips wrapped around me, begginâ for me to make them all swollen and used,â he says, standing and bringing a thumb to your lips and swiping it across their spit slick surface. âOpen up.â
He uses his thumb to press against your bottom lip, opening your mouth as he takes his cock in hand and feeds it slowly between your lips. The smooth, hot length of him dragging across your tongue makes you moan.
âYou like that, baby?â He growls, pumping his hips in shallow thrusts. âLike me usinâ your mouth how I want?â
You try to nod, your movement restricted by the grip of his hand thatâs returned to your hair. Thereâs spit trailing down your chin and tears gathering in the corners of your eyes from the effort of keeping your mouth open for his thick length. You know you must look like a mess but with Joel staring down at you with his lust drunk expression, you feel on top of the world.
âI gotta fuck you, baby, will you let me, huh? Let me feel that pretty little cunt strangle my cock?â
You hum around his length and he withdraws, tugging you up by your hair and pulling you into the dirtiest kiss, all tongue and teeth and blatant desire as he turns your bodies, shoving you down onto the bed.
Joel slips an arm beneath your low back, using it to pull you up the bed as he crawls on to join you. He positions himself between your legs, tearing the soaked fabric of your panties down in a frenzy.
He slides his fingers through your wetness before bringing them to his lips, sucking them into his mouth with a groan.
âChrist, Iâm gonna feast on you for hours, baby, but I wanna fuck you so bad,â he says.
âThen fuck me, Joel, please,â you beg, lifting your hips so that his cock slips through your center. âCome on, wanna feel you.â
He lines himself up, pressing into you with a delicious stretch, the slight sting of it making you whine. He shushes you, not stopping until his hips press against the back of your thighs.
âGood fuckinâ girl, takinâ my cock like you were made for it,â he says, leaning forward to kiss you, the shift in angle making him go impossibly deeper. âTell me when I can move, sweetheart.â
You shift your hips restlessly beneath him. âPlease move, Joel, wanna feel it.â
Joel pulls back before slamming forward, the force of it making you slide up the bed as all the air leaves your lungs in a whoosh. His grin is sharp as he does it again and again to the tune of your desperate cries.
âJoel!â You cry, clawing at his back with each thrust. âFuck, yes, yes!â
He withdraws abruptly, the loss of him as you clench around nothing making you whine pathetically. With a bruising grip on your hips, he twists your body until youâre on your belly, ass in the air and chest pressed to the mattress.
Joel slides back inside your tight heat, a palm slapping across one cheek then the other as he resumes his powerful thrusts.
âFuck, darlinâ, youâre so goddamn tight,â he growls. A hand presses to the back of your neck for leverage, changing the angle yet again. âCan you cum for me? Can you soak my fuckinâ cock, baby, I bet you can.â
You nod, the movement restricted, but you canât form words. All you know is the feeling of Joel pounding into your body like he owns it.
The hand on your hips moves to the front of your body, fingers finding and pinching your clit. You sob against the mattress, the sheets wet beneath you from tears and drool.
âCome on, baby, fuckinâ cum for me,â he growls. âWonât fill ya up until you do.â
Thatâs the visual that does it. The thought of Joel finishing with you, inside of you, dripping out of you too much for your lust addled brain. With a shout, the thin remnant of your control snaps and you pulse around him.
âFuck yes, thatâs it, sweetheart, good fuckinâ girl,â he praises, his hand leaving your neck as he sits up, his tempo fast and sloppy as he chases his release through yours. âYou want me to cum in this tight little cunt, honey.â
âYes, please,â you manage to slur, muffled by the sheets. With three more harsh thrusts, he does as promised, spilling inside of you with a shout.
He slows before withdrawing, your body collapsing against the mattress without him there to hold you up. He chuckles as he flops beside you, dragging you into the cradle of his body.
âYou done playinâ games with those boys?â He asks, smiling smugly against your neck.
âYeah, think I might be into older guys,â you tease. He pinches your hip, making you laugh.
âSee if I ever help you during trivia again.â
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Joelâs standing in front of you, arms crossed with a scowl on his face as you stare up at him with pleading eyes.
âCome on, baby, help me out,â you ask sweetly, batting your eyelashes.
âLast call for an answer to our final question! What is the only song credited to all five original members of the band Fleetwood Mac?â
Joel sighs, biting back his smile. âThe Chain,â he tells you. You scribble the answer, running your paper up to the emcee. When you return to the bar, you lean across the polished surface and tug him towards you, planting a kiss to his lips.
He drags you back for another kiss. And another.
âAnytime, darlinâ.â
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DATURA
Summary: Dave and his team have been sent to kill you, but the night pans out differently than you anticipate.
Warnings: ÂĄSEX POLLEN! Implied noncon due to sex pollen. Fictional drug use. Mentions of weapons/guns/murder (duh). Threeway sex. Gun play, unprotected p in v, creampies, masturbation (f), fingering, spit roasting, oral (m receiving), use of sex toy on reader, anal, spitting, light degradation, choking, spanking, rough sex, squirting, let me know if I missed anything. No use of y/n. Picture is for aesthetics only, as reader is not given a physical description.
This fic is extremely feral and not for everyone, and thatâs okay. <3
Word Count: 4,800-ish
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Dave prods his index finger at the highlighted portions of the floor plans on the tablet, which he presents to his compatriots.
âThere are entrances here, hereâŚand here,â he points out, tapping the third for emphasis. âSheâll be expecting those. Watching them.â
Dave brushes his bottom lip with his thumb, brow creasing in contemplation.
âAri and Resnik can head off the two main entrances. Joel, you take the side. And Iâll enterâŚhere.â He places a finger where thereâs a hastily drawn âXâ facing a private alley and courtyard.
âDonât see a door or window,â the tall, tan man to his left drawls, placing a hand on his hip.
âRight. Thereâs a secret entrance there which leads to a crawl space left over from the cityâs bootlegging days. None of the residents know. And guess where it exits?â Dave asks, eyes darting between the three men.
He places a finger where the bedroom closet would be.
A smirk twists Joelâs mustache. âShit,â he says, scratching thick, weathered fingers through his scruff. âGonna hit âer from all sides.â
âExactly,â Dave responds, mirroring the way his companion places his hands on his hips. âWeâll strike at 10 PM sharp. Thatâs when the main festivities begin. No one will hear a thing.â
ââ
Dave crouches next to the hatch that leads to the secret door beneath the building, long since defunct due to the cityâs proclivity for flooding.
A crackle resonates through his ear piece.
âMiller. Anything?â Dave asks.
âNothinâ,â Joel answers in a low southern lilt, positioned at the bottom of the narrow stairwell on the east side of the building, clicking the safety off on his Glock.
âAri, Resnik? Station yourselves. Miller, Iâm going in.â
â10-4,â Joel returns.
Dave yanks up on the metal hatch and it opens with a jarring creak, drowned out by the roar of the crowds on Bourbon Street and another jazz band playing their rendition of Oh When The Saints Go Marching In for probably the 1,000th time that evening.
He slips in easily and finds a peeling red door, which is shockingly ajar. A stray cat rushes out with a shriek, spitting feline obscenities at him.
âFuck!â Dave snarls as the dark, furry void streaks past him and into the night.
âWhatâs goinâ on?â Joelâs voice.
âNothing. Fucking cat. Iâm inside.â
A low, throaty chortle sounds through Daveâs ear piece.
âEat shit, Miller. Start heading up. I should reach her apartment in five.â
âUnless thereâs more cats guarding the place.â This time itâs Ariâs voice. Dave pointedly ignores him.
The crawl space is narrow and damp, crushing in at him from all sides and choked with cobwebs and god knows what else, but itâs surprisingly not the worst place heâs ever been.
The space quickly dead ends into a ladder that looks like itâs seen far better days, rusting from the bolts outward. Dave canât help but wonder if it will support his full body weight.
ââM at her front door,â Joel remarks through the ear piece.
âClimbing the ladder now,â Dave responds as he begins his ascent, gripping the bottom rung and giving it a hard jostle to test its integrity.
The metal rungs protest and groan under his weight, but the structure holds true.
The boys had thought it absolutely ludicrous when Dave had come to them for their help with the hit. Four men for one single woman?
Bullshit. A waste of time and resources.
That is until theyâd familiarized themselves with your rap sheet. Just shy of forty murders in less than a decade, and a weapons and ballistics specialist to boot.
But it would all end tonight, and that price on your pretty little head would be a nice cherry on top.
He reaches the hatch leading into your closet a moment later, twisting the mechanism that holds it flush to the wooden floor above.
He draws the Beretta from the holster on his hip, clicking off the safety as he strains his hearing to listen for something, anything, that would give him pause; that would make him abort the mission.
He hears nothing but the music seeping in from the streets through the century old brick.
âIâm in, Joel. Iâm in,â Dave whispers, lifting the hatch as he silently crawls inside your closet, the scent of you overwhelming his senses, making his nostrils flair. Cock already half hard in his dark denim jeans at the prospect of another name scratched off his list.
Your name.
ââ
Joel makes short work of unlocking your door, pushing it open with his foot as he replaces the Glock with the heavier semi-automatic at his back, holstering the pistol on his hip.
His face pinches. You hadnât even locked the deadbolt, despite having one, a feeling of dread slithering up the crease of his scrotum, perspiration pricking at his skin.
Youâve been waiting for them.
You register Joel first, his heavy footfalls impossible to conceal under the creak of the original wooden flooring. Itâs almost laughable how loud theyâre being, Joel making a ruckus behind you and the other rustling somewhere in your closet, probably smelling your panties for all you know.
Joel finds you at an open window, back facing him as some loud pop song he doesnât recognize drifts up from the Quarter below. Youâre naked aside from a short, black pleated skirt that barely ghosts the lower curve of your ass, a silver and white fox tail peeking out from beneath the hem of said skirt.
Though he canât see it from his current vantage, a gun rests on the window sill in front of you. Youâre starting to think you wonât be needing it. Not when the man at your back could have already taken a clear shot at you and didnât.
You lean slightly forward, revealing more of your ass to Joel and cheering as you catch a handful of colorful Mardi Gras beads from one of hundreds of floats below, waving your arms triumphantly over your head before you slip the necklaces around the lovely column of your neck.
Joel spots Dave then, mocha brown eyes shifting to his comrade, his expression unreadable. The Beretta drawn to shoulder height, trained at your head, but he isnât pulling the trigger. Not yet.
Lowering the rifle, Joel lifts a fist in the air to signal to Dave, take the shot, asshole.
But he doesnât, and neither does Joel, staring at your bared skin, the exposed hills and valleys of your body. Two men reduced to little more than their base desires in mere seconds. Exactly what you were expecting.
You finally shut the window and turn to face them when they do nothing but stand there, transfixed by your beauty. Youâre wearing a masquerade mask in royal purple thatâs trimmed with gold lace, cinched tightly behind your head.
You wonât be needing a gun when you can use sexuality as a weapon. It wasnât the first time, and certainly wouldnât be the last.
âTook you long enough,â you admonish, eyes drifting back and forth between the two men.
The larger one is broad and older, unkempt curls swirling away from his head, dusted with silver. The beard tracing his jaw is dark and patchy, a thick mustache framing his upper lip.
A red and black flannel stretches across the expanse of his upper body, tucked into dark wash jeans, ending with heavy work boots. His eyes darken in their regard of you.
His companion is also broad, only just less so, and younger than his comrade by what you guess to be ten or fifteen years. His face is clean and smooth with the barest hint of shadow, plush lips pushed outward in bewilderment, a black beanie pulled down to conceal his dark hair, matching the rest of his attire.
âLove the outfit, but a bit on the nose, donât you think?â you ask the younger of the two men. The edges of his lips twitch upward in amusement.
You sway your hips slightly, making the tail between your legs wag to and fro, enticing the two men to ease closer. And they do. Exactly where you want them.
Dave notices your fingers dancing across the lid of a small metal box in the nick of time.
A new party drug originating from Ibiza, its purpose intended to act as a powerful aphrodisiac amongst the most experimental, but as with most things, too much could be dangerous, in rare cases fatal. It usually came in tab form, but it had been sold to you as a fine powder, and your plan was to drug them senseless until they fucked each other to death or you killed them, depending on how bored you got.
You grasp the ornate metal box in your fingers and flick your wrist outward, hurling the contents in a direct trajectory at Daveâs face, which would have hit the intended target had he not been ready to deflect the strike with a hastily lobbed pillow from the nearby sofa.
The cloud the hit produces is magnificent, a shimmery white mist which coats your face and lips and everything else in its path, inhaled through your sinuses and entered through your bloodstream as traces of the powder land on your tastebuds.
You spit and claw at your face, but itâs too late, and you know it.
Youâre fucked in more ways than one.
The affects are almost instantaneous, a fiery hot inferno that builds low in your core, a lance of pain sawing through you from the inside out. Your pupils dilate and everything is suddenly too bright, too painful, every source of illumination having a halo that almost resembles a mushroom cloud in its brilliance, its potency.
You feel the sticky slick coating the inside of your thighs and you double over, clutching your guts, tears pricking at your eyes.
âWhatsa matter, darlinâ?â Joel asks, your show of pain bringing him immense joy. âCanât handle what you dish out?â
His cock strains against his jeans as he watches you and you groan, spreading your legs as you slip a finger between your folds in a bid to quell some of the ache. âFuckâŚâ you grit.
âJesus, York, the hellâs wrong with her?â Joel questions.
Dave can only stare, transfixed, palming himself over his jeans.
Both men canât help but jump when Resnikâs voice comes through the ear piece, so lost in your body they almost forgot why they were there to begin with.
âEverything alright?â he asks.
âGood,â Dave responds. âWeâreâŚnegotiating.â
âNegotiâ fucking seriously?â
âYes,â Dave answers firmly, his voice a low and husky. âIâll explain later. For now, stay in a holding pattern, and make sure no one enters the building.â
Resnik starts to say something else, but Dave flicks off the ear piece and tosses it to the floor before he can finish, already forgotten. Joel follows suit.
âHelp, please,â you whimper, stepping toward Joel as you fumble in desperation at his jeans. âNeed it bad. It hurts.â
Joel abandons his weapons, drunk at the sight of you. His massive hands circle your waist, squeezing, desirous, lifting your skirt to cup your ass, exposing the tail tucked between your cheeks to Dave. You keen and without thinking, Joel bends forward to press his lips to yours.
âMiller, stop ââ Dave spits sharply, but itâs too late. Joel kisses you, deep and wanton, tongue swiping hungrily at your lips, and within seconds he receives his own dose of the drug, though not nearly as much as you.
He spins you in his grasp and hikes your skirt even higher up your waist, revealing your pussy to Dave, dragging two thick, callused digits between your dripping folds, bumping your clit. You moan and press your ass against him, the hard line of his cock nudging at the plug, heightening your pleasure.
âYâlike that, darlinâ?â Joel murmurs into the shell of your ear.
âYes,â you answer too quickly. âBut I need your cock.â
âThat so?â he answers gruffly, making quick work of his jeans as he shucks them off like a second skin, the drug already firmly rooting itself in his brain.
He tugs his boxers down, fat cock springing free from its confines as he shoves you forward, folding you in half over the couch with a broad palm pressed between your shoulder blades, notching himself at your entrance and pushing himself inward with reckless abandon.
You grunt at the reprieve, the sting of how forcefully he invades you, how he fills you.
Dave watches the events unfold in stunned silence, lips parted and skewed, unbuckling his belt as his eyes fixate on your face, your lovely sparkling eyes. The way your mouth hangs open when Joel begins railing into you with everything he has to give.
He reaches forward and plucks the mask from your face, discarding it, so he can see you. See how well you take it.
He drags the pad of his thumb along your succulent bottom lip, pressing it against your tongue, to the back of your throat, teasing. Testing.
He exhales a groan when you donât gag.
He quickly steps out of his jeans and boxers, climbing onto the couch in front of you, roughly gripping the sides of your face so that your lips pop open for him.
You take him into your mouth without question, mewling softly, your throat and jaw burning with effort as he sinks himself into you.
Dave presses the barrel of the gun against your temple, his voice a snarl as he says, âTry anything and Iâll spray your pretty little brains all over these walls, sweetheart. Understood?â
You nod around him in affirmation as he begins rutting into your mouth, his other hand fisted tightly in your hair.
It isnât long before Joel drags your first orgasm out of you, every muscle in your body constricting, relieving the pain only temporarily before it flares up again, white hot and slithering through your veins like molten metal.
âThassit, darlinâ. Takinâ that dick like a champ,â Joel praises, giving your ass a sharp slap. Every thrust of his hips knocking against the plug secured firmly in your ring of muscle.
âFucking whore, letting two men enter you,â Dave growls, the gun pressed so squarely against your skull, itâs sure to leave an indentation.
Joel finishes inside you expeditiously with a low growl, panting into the small of your back as he collapses forward, knees smarting.
âQuick on the draw as always, Miller,â Dave tuts, clicking his tongue.
Daveâs fingers twist at your roots as he pulls you further onto his length, bottoming out with a shudder at the back of your throat.
âFuck off, York,â Joel retorts, still fully hard inside of you. He tugs at the end of the tail, smirking playfully, causing you to moan.
âWhat if I shoved my dick up your ass next, sweet girl?â
You whimper around Dave in reverence. For both of them.
âNot a chance. That ass is mine,â Dave snorts. âSoon as Iâm done with this mouth.â
Joel doesnât argue. Your pussy feels too good, the way you squeeze him, and it isnât long before heâs railing you hard again, never having gone soft, even at his age.
You cum a second time, soaking Joel, your release splashing down his muscular thighs. Your moans reverberating through Daveâs cock.
âFuck, Iâm not going to last like thisâŚâ Dave grunts as he pulls himself free from you with a pop of your lips, jaw hanging slack as Joelâs unforgiving pace doesnât falter behind you.
âTrade places, Joel,â Dave demands.
âNot a chance,â Joel growls, the sounds of his hips slamming against your ass lewd and depraved.
âNow, Miller,â Dave reiterates, eyes deepening a shade as he lifts the gun away from your head to aim it at Joel.
âFuck,â Joel spits, extricating himself from you as he and Dave exchange places. âFine.â
Joelâs wide palms cup your face and he doesnât waste time stretching your jaw and throat beyond their limits because fuck, heâs girthy. You taste the cocktail of you and him on your tongue.
He circles the outside of your throat with his hand and squeezes, feeling himself moving in your esophagus, grunting deeply as he watches you take him.
You jolt when you feel something cold, rigid and foreign dashing through your folds a second later, realizing in abject horror what is happening just as Dave pushes it inside of you and begins fucking you with it.
You moan, eyelids fluttering closed and Joel grunts deep in his chest, hand tightening around the cradle of your throat.
âYeah, you like that, donât you, slut? You like being fucked with my gun?â Dave grits from behind you.
You make a sound of supplication that tells Dave yes, yes you do.
He grins in satisfaction and drives the gun deeper, angling it just right, making you keen. The resulting squelch is deafening and obscene.
He pulls another orgasm out of you almost immediately, once again temporarily relieving the bubbling pain, sobbing around Joel, whoâs already filling your mouth with more of his seed, spilling down your throat with a snarl.
He slows only for a moment, still hard as iron, ready to go again. And again.
Dave drags his lips up the curve of your ass and sinks his teeth into the meat of one of your plump cheeks, clamping down. You writhe against him at the small dagger of pain that courses through you.
âThatâs it, sweetheart,â Dave purrs, giving the smarting cheek a slap.
As he continues to fuck you with the barrel of the pistol, his other hand skirts your tight star of muscle, fingers dancing around it.
His hand curls into the synthetic material of the tail, reveling the softness against his fingertips, and begins to tug slowly, lightly, testing.
You initially clench out of instinct, but relax your muscles as understanding settles over you, allowing him to pull it free from your puckered hole, letting it drop to the couch.
âSuch a good girl,â Dave croons, tilting his face forward to place a chaste kiss there, the tip of his tongue darting out to circle your rim. You whine and arch into his touch.
âYou should have some of this drug, York. Yâwonât have to worry about lastinâ then.â
âNo,â Dave says as he lifts his head above your ass to lock eyes with Joel. âOne of us needs to keep a clear head.â
âCâmon,â Joel taunts, swiping a finger through the mix of powder and tears still on your face. âHave a taste. Live for once.â
Joel extends his offering to Dave, hovering just over your lower back, inches from Daveâs lips. The men stare each other down, each of their movements slowing, much to your displeasure.
Dave eventually resigns himself, taking Joelâs fingers into his mouth and giving them a good laving with his tongue, tasting the sweetness of the drug, the saltiness of your tears.
Without warning, Joel succumbs to another high, exhaling a sputtered groan as you swallow what he gives you â what little of it there is at this point.
The drug makes quick work of Dave, twisting him into some kind of untethered beast as he drags multiple orgasms out of you with the barrel of the gun, his tongue flicking hungrily against your ring of muscle.
There isnât a part of you that isnât on fire. With desire, pain, fear. Fear that this will never end, that these two men will rip you apart from the inside out before all is said and done, but in spite of yourself, in spite of everything, you donât want it to end.
âLie back, Joel,â Dave commands and Joel does so without hesitation, his age getting the better of him, welcoming the relief heâll receive as he makes himself comfortable on your couch.
Likewise, youâre happy for your jaw to have a momentary reprieve, as well, rubbing your tired muscles with your fingers as you catch your breath.
âGet on top of him,â Dave barks at you.
You willingly climb atop Joel, panting, lining yourself up with the slick head of his shaft. Joelâs heavy arm comes up to bar across your hips, pushing you down onto him until you sink all the way to his curls. The new angle making you keen and arch.
Dave presses you forward until your chest is flush with Joelâs, flattening you out before him. Joel doesnât miss the opportunity to wrap his lips around yours again, kissing you sloppily, roving the wet heat of your mouth with his tongue, making you whimper as you begin riding him.
Dave spreads your cheeks apart and spits a globule of saliva at your puckered entrance, pressing two digits inside easily.
âGood thing you already loosened up that ass for me. You can take both of us, canât you, sweetheart?â Dave murmurs and you simply nod, not wanting to tear your mouth away from Joel.
He lines himself up, placing the weeping slit of his head against your muscle as he begins pushing inward, inch by agonizing inch. Though youâre properly loosened up, thereâs still a slight sting as your muscles contract and pulsate around him, stretching to accommodate his size.
You pant in hitched breaths, never having felt so full, so sated, before. Itâs like theyâre everywhere inside of you, consuming every inch of you like rabid jackals. Joelâs arms lacing around both you and Dave as both men begin to move independently within you.
You soon discover why they work so well as a team. Within minutes their movements are synchronized, a coordinated dance with you placed right in the middle, every downward thrust from Dave immediately proceeded by an upward lance from Joel. And they somehow manage to maintain said synchronicity for quite some time, even as theyâre filling you to the brim with their cum.
They pump you full of themselves and you continue to drench them with every orgasm they drag out of you, your shared fluids sluicing down your bodies, soaking the cushions of the couch below.
Itâs okay, you can just burn it if you actually end up surviving this. But hey, if you donât, what a way to go, right?
Everything begins to meld together after a while, lines and vision blurred, your bodies practically stitched together at the seams, a perilous dance between the three of you in the throes of passion when the drug reaches its peak.
Their hands paw at you, knead you, your flesh supple and malleable under their large palms. They dig their fingers in, branding you, bruising marks left in their wake. Your head twists to and fro, tongue snaking between your teeth as you alternate between locking lips with both of them. You arenât certain, but you think you see Joel and Dave link lips a few times as well, but itâs difficult to ascertain for sure, each scene of debauchery bleeding right into the next.
It goes on like that for hours, Dave and Joel occasionally switching roles, manipulating your overwrought body into a host of varying positions.
You have to stop a few times. For water, or just to take a break and a quick breather before youâre at it again, both men claiming your body like the primitive animals they are.
Dave has to call off his two remaining men when they practically try to beat down your door, understandably mystified and concerned, drinking in the vision laid out before them when Dave answers the door naked as the day he was born.
He sends them away when their motives shift and they make a sudden plea to join, letting them know in no uncertain terms that you are for him and Joel only.
You pout as you watch them leave, ever eager for more, but you donât allow yourself to dwell on it, the three of you getting right back into the swing of things the moment theyâre gone.
ââ
You must have shifted to the bedroom at some point during the night, as you rouse from sleep between two massive furnaces of men, a thin sheen of perspiration coating your still naked bodies.
You extricate yourself from the tangle of limbs and climb out from beneath them. You could easily put an end to them right now, if you were so inclined. But thereâs something oddly endearing about the way theyâre passed out in your bed, practically cuddling one another, Joel snoring like a chainsaw, that gives you pause. Youâre amazed you were able to get any sleep at all with them in your bed.
You give them a final glance before you hastily make your way to the bathroom to clean up.
ââ
After your shower, you slip into a set of loose and comfortable sweats â a stark contrast from last night â tucking your pistol into the band of your sweatpants. You know, just in case.
You sweep up the remaining powder, making sure to wear proper PPE this time, salvaging as much of it as you can, should you ever need it again. As a weapon next time, you tell yourself.
Once done, you wander into the kitchen, chewing on two naproxen tablets before chugging what seems like a gallon of water to alleviate your dehydration and the various aches and pains riddling your body.
Youâre starving so you put on a pot of coffee and whip up a simple breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast, enough to share. You plate the eggs and bacon on a platter and place them in the center of the table while you finish up the toast.
Your back is to Dave when he enters the kitchen. You feel the boards shift and you spin on the balls of your feet, drawing and raising your gun. You arenât at all surprised when you find him doing the same â holding the same gun he fucked you with â dressed only in his boxers, your eyes locked, staring each other down in a deadly game of chicken.
âEasy now, kids. Thought ya worked out your differences last night,â Joel chides as he steps into the kitchen next to Dave, adjusting himself in his boxers.
You swallow, eyes blown wide, and you lower your gun first, even though you shouldnât. After an uncomfortable beat, Dave does the same.
âWe good?â you ask him.
âYeah. Good.â Dave furrows his brow at you, unconvinced, but willing to play nice. For now.
âSmells great, sweetheart,â Joel says, seating himself at the table, helping himself to a plate.
You make a motion for Dave to sit.
âCould be poisoned,â he warns Joel, who flashes him and incredulous slant of his eyes.
âFuck sakeââ you grit, scooping up a spoonful of eggs and shoving them into your mouth, canting your eyebrows at Dave as you inhale them. âSatisfied?â
Neither of them says a thing, but you catch a glimpse of Joelâs smirk below his mustache as he begins shoveling food into his mouth.
You finish preparing the toast and pour each of them a cup of coffee before serving yourself.
âThanks,â Dave says, quietly, his eyes sliding down your body, tongue trailing his lips.
âYou know, I donât even know your names,â you say, glancing between the two men.
âDave,â he replies. âAnd this is Joel.â
âWell, you already know my name. Nice to meet you, Dave and Joel,â you say.
Silence settles between the three of you while you eat, you seated between them, pouring more coffee when their cups inevitably empty.
You stay like that for a while, mulling over what to say next.
Dave is the first to break the silence.
âThank you. For breakfast. And forâŚlast night,â he says, averting his gaze.
You smirk.
âIâm not a bad person, you know.â
âNever said you were,â he responds.
âJust a name on a piece of paper.â
âThatâs right. The infamous Datura.â
âI donât kill indiscriminately like you do. I kill bad people. Corrupt politicians. Crooked cops. Genocidal maniacs.â You swallow down a swig of coffee. âBut I guess I should have known better than to take out a senatorâs son this time.â
âYou know, weâre all putting our lives on the line, too, by not completing the contract,â Dave explains. âShould probably get the fuck out of dodge. Maybe you, too.â
His lips skew into a ghost of a smirk, eyes mapping the gentle slopes of your face.
âYeah, I figured as much.â
âWe might need an extra set of eyes, if thatâs the case.â
You smile, leaning across the table, resting your chin in the bowl of your palm. Your eyes sparkle sweetly as they shift between Dave and Joel.
âDave, are you offering me a job?â
His hand comes up to hook around the back of your neck, lips crashing into yours as his other hand grips and squeezes your hip, making you whine when his fingers graze one of many tender spots.
You hear a throaty chuckle rise from Joel next to you.
âTake it thatâs a yes, darlinâ.â
FIN.
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TLOU Oneshot // Joel x F!Reader
The Long Way Home
Pairing: Joel x F!Reader (You) WC: 5,740 Rating: Mature Content Warnings: Explicit language, some suggestive language Themes/Tropes: Second Chances, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Fluff & Angst, "It was always you" Excerpt:
Time is funny.
That which will pass, no matter what happens. What choices you make.Â
It has a way of making you feel as young as you always were and older than you've ever been -- all at once.Â
In a world where a functioning bathroom isn't a guarantee, neither is a mirror. You don't entirely mind. You don't often feel ready to face what others see. And the woman who looks back at you each time you do manage to find one is a little different than the last.Â
Time and change are old friends, or so the saying goes. Swinging, hand-in-hand, on a tire strung up on an ancient tree, some branches dry and barren, others bestrewn in fluffy pink blooms, others still covered in a mix of leaves -- verdant hues fading into deep, rich ruby.Â
It's a gift, to get older. At least, that's what you were always told.Â
Some days you see it. Some days you don't.
Some days you stand with one foot in either puddle.
Like today.
It's been an age since you saw him last. Nearly three decades. You'd known him another two before that. In another life. A different century. Millennium.
Texas is a big place, but it always felt small to you. Claustrophobic. Felt like you'd grown up knowing every single person in Austin.Â
None better than the Miller brothers.Â
You grew up next door. And though both boys had been several years ahead of you in school, they were always good to you. Walked with you to the bus stop every morning. Helped you learn how to ride your bike without training wheels. Caught fireflies with you in the summertime.Â
Joel had been your de facto babysitter any time your mom worked late. Or just...never came home. She never asked him to. Certainly never paid him. He just sort of -- showed up. Him and Tommy together, usually. Made you instant mac and cheese for dinner. Let you watch cartoons after you finished your homework. Braided your hair before bed. Read you stories.Â
He'd been a kid too. But he'd always made you feel safe. Cared for. And you adored him for it. For as long as you can remember, you'd thought the world of him. Your personal sanctuary, in human form.
As years passed, those feelings evolved. Grew from childlike admiration to genuine friendship to -- a love that little else could touch. An attraction that no matter what you did or whose arms you threw yourself into, you couldn't shake. Couldn't bury. Couldn't forget.
Last you can recall seeing him was the day you left for art school, bags slung over your shoulders, teeth bared in a crooked, anticipative grin. He was the only one to see you off. By then, your mom was somewhere knee deep in a well of gin. Â
He had given you a long, steadying hug. Offered to drive you to the bus station while Sarah clung to your leg and begged you not to go. She'd still been a little thing. Just starting school. No older than six.Â
It had broken your heart to leave her. To leave them both.Â
Crushed it into tiny, unsalvageable pieces.Â
You think about it all the time. What things might've been like if you had stayed.Â
Joel asked you to. The night before. In between messy, feverish kisses and crisp, silken sheets -- a fleeting moment. Desperate. Ardent. Finally breathing your feelings for him to life. Like taking pen to paper.Â
He'd sunk to his knees, his voice wavering on a plea -- one you'd spent countless nights longing for.Â
And you still walked away. You told him no.
The word had tasted bitter in your mouth. It wasn't one you wielded often, at least not then. Felt like it was killing you as it ripped from your mouth. Like a saw blade, tearing your throat in two.
No.
But the only thing bigger than your love for Joel Miller had been your need to get the fuck out of Austin. To figure out who you were and what you wanted and how the world worked. Twenty-two and too spirited for your own good. Too driven and too proud. Hardheaded. You'd needed to go.Â
And so you had.Â
You had been proud of yourself for half a second -- for choosing your dream. But you spent a lot longer regretting it. Every day, really. Those first ten months in Savannah were spent crying yourself to sleep, crying in the arms of your chagrined roommate, crying into cups of blue-gray paint water.Â
You had told him, in that quiet, solemn car ride, that you'd come back. Swore up and down you'd come home.
But he never called. Never wrote to you.Â
Of course, you'd asked him not to. Afraid you wouldn't be able to resist him if he did. But it broke your little dreamer's heart that he didn't try harder. Didn't fight harder.
You'd taken it as a sign. You were all about signs back then.
So you stayed away. If he could move on, so could you. Or, at least, that's what you told yourself.Â
But, when the outbreak happened, Joel and Sarah had been your first thought. You were still in Savannah, a few years out of school, teaching art to first graders, trying in your off time to hack it as a painter. Another teacher had a meltdown in the middle of the hall during lunch. Attacked a kid. When you'd called the school's resource officer, she'd ripped the guy's throat out.Â
That had been the beginning of the end.Â
And what a very long end it turned out to be.Â
You'd immediately fled back to Texas. So stupidly sure you'd find him. You'd find him and cling to him -- survive whatever the fuck this was together.Â
But you never could.Â
Dust on the wind.Â
A second ago, you walked through Jackson's saloon door, not entirely sure what to expect. You know Tommy will be here, his wife told you as much. But she'd also said Joel had returned the other day with his little kid in tow. Your skin had gone cold at that. Joel. His little kid.
Sarah wasn't little. Not anymore.Â
The mix of emotions has you feeling bereft. Agony and hope and remorse. You shake them off -- shut your mind to them. As best you can. You think of simple things. Tranquil things. Clean bed linens. A starless night sky. Water running along a smooth riverbed.
Quiet. Blank. Clean.Â
But, it's interesting how, even with that quiet mind -- no expectations in place -- you can still be blindsided.Â
Somehow -- you don't know how -- you remember him well enough that you recognize him from behind. Instantly.
The way he stands. The breadth of his shoulders. The curl of his hair, now threaded with gray, much like your own.Â
Time is funny.Â
That which will pass. An old friend of change. And maybe -- preservation.
Every feeling you ever buried roars to the surface. A veritable wave -- a tunnel that blocks out the light of the sun, stirring up sand and detritus and bulbous creatures just minding their own seafaring business, crashing against a smooth, placid surface in an aquamarine spray, pushing and pulling and swelling up to do it all over again.Â
You almost don't even see Tommy next to him, grinning and waving at you. The room seems to pull the air from your lungs. And when he turns and visibly recognizes you, your knees threaten to buckle.Â
He looks -- the same. Good. Weathered, to be sure, but just as ruggedly handsome as he'd been in his mid-twenties. He's...he's Joel. As you've always known him, even as he's lived in your dreams. He stares at you, wide-eyed and unmoving.
"Ain't you a sight for sore eyes," Tommy croons, pushing off the bar.Â
You can't help the smile that spreads across your face. Tommy was your friend too.
You stride to them, suddenly very aware of the fit of your jeans. The way your shirt hangs off your too-thin body. The plainness of your bare face and the long, silver plait down your back. The clunk your boots make on the wooden floorboards as you walk across them.Â
But you shrug your shoulders back and push all those things as far down as you can manage.
"If it ain't the Millers," you hum.Â
"Hey, darlin'," Tommy murmurs, opening his arms for a hug. You take him up on it without question, pressing your body to his. His embrace swallows you.
"You've grown at least a foot since I last saw ya," he comments.
A hoarse laugh works its way out your throat. It's true -- he'd left for the army a few years prior to your own departure. You'd still been a girl. "I was a late bloomer."
He chuckles and releases you, leaning his back against the edge of the bar. "Aside from the height, you look the same, gal."
You snort. "Lyin's a sin, Thomas Miller."
He chuckles and turns to gesture to the man behind the bar.Â
"What uh...what are y'all doing out here?" you ask, looking from one brother to the other. Your eyes snag on Joel's, whose remain keyed onto you. His body incredibly still. Frozen. It isn't lost on you that he hasn't said a word. You try to ignore the heat rising along the back of your neck.
"Could ask you the same."
You feel your smile falter. "It's, uh...it's a long story."
Tommy accepts a beer from the bartender and slides it toward you. "They usually are."
You stare at it for a second, your delicate mind suddenly stuck in Georgia -- the hellscape you managed to flee.
"Don't like beer?"
You reach your hand up to grasp the glass, running your thumb along its cold surface. Joel clears his throat, drawing your gaze back to his. "No, sorry, I'm just -- slow to take it all in, I guess."
Tommy looks between the two of you, brows furrowed slightly, but doesn't comment on his brother's silence. "I reckon that's fair enough." He takes a sip. "So, what, uh...what brings you to Jackson?"
You absently trace the rim of your drink. "Atlanta is...uninhabitable. Um...so I left."Â
"Atlanta?" Joel interjects, his voice hoarse. Like he hasn't used it in awhile.Â
You startle a little at hearing it. After all this time.Â
But you nod, studying his face. You note a couple scars you don't recognize. The gray in his scruff. You're very aware of your heartbeat.
"Yeah...Atlanta."
"You...you've been there...all this time?"
You shake your head. "No, no. Just the last few years."
"Where...where were you before?"
"Texas," you answer softly. "Dallas."
You think maybe Joel's stopped breathing. You've never seen him wear the expression he's wearing now. Like he's been shot in the stomach.Â
"Are...you okay?"
The expression vanishes. "Yeah, just. Tired."
You glance at Tommy, but he's busy gulping down the rest of his beer. You take a long pull of your own. It's crisp on your tongue -- a refreshment you're no longer used to. It takes a concerted effort not to groan.Â
"Well, I uh...," Tommy starts, fidgeting with his hands. "I'm gonna go check on Maria. You know, baby and all. I'll -- I'll leave you two to catch up." His discomfort is palpable, but still, he claps you on the shoulder. "Come see us at the house, okay?"
You nod. "Yeah, okay. I -- I will."
You watch him walk away, though you aren't really looking. Your attention is wholly focused elsewhere. You take another sip of your beer.Â
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Hemmy's Recommendation List - Joel Miller
Joel Miller
Hi! I am Hemmy and live in a delusional world where I am the female companion to Frankie Morales, Joel Miller and Javier PeĂąa. The amazing banner by the incredible @proxima-writes @pr0ximamidnight; mid-banners and dividers by @cafekitsune
This is my first-ever recommendation list and I am trying to figure out the best format.
These are fics that I have read and enjoyed. I am sure there are many more out there that I have yet to discover. If you have any suggestions, please comment so we can all add them to our 'to be read' lists.
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Disclaimer:
These creators are putting out content for free and do not have to cater to your personal preferences or expectations of how this or that character should be written.
You are not forced to read through it. Feel free to abandon a series or one-shot halfway through if it is not working for you.
If a creator has not explicitly asked for feedback for their work, keep your opinion to yourself. If they are open to feedback, mind your fucking manners.
Heed warnings and tags, if you don't like soft!Javi, don't read anything with that tag. It is THAT simple. Apply that logic to everything else that is not to your taste.
Warnings and tags on each fic. Read at your discretion. You are responsible for the content you choose to consume.
Joel Miller
GIF by pedro-pascal
Series
Alone Together  @toointojoelmiller Balsam  @thesimulationswarm Blue Jeans 'n Texas Dreams  @tightjeansjavi In the Woods Somewhere  @thetriumphantpanda June  @atinylittlepain My Brother's Keeper  @diversemediums My Haven Could Be You  @firsttimewriter92 My Journey To You  @starry-eyes-love Please Don't Go  @toointojoelmiller Reflections Of The Moon  @chloeangelic Rendezvous  @chloeangelic Seams  @fuckyeahdindjarin Short Days, Long Nights  @frannyzooey Slow Hands  @tightjeansjavi Souls Don't Meet by Accident  @pedrotonin Yearling  @justagalwhowrites
One Shots
Be Good To Me  @metalnecklace Cold As Ice  @bubbles-for-all-of-us I've Got Nothing Left To Hide  @joelmillers-whore Joel's Children  @absurdthirst Like a Virgin  @talaok Mornin' Sunshine  @tightjeansjavi Outpace The Dawn  @metalnecklace Please Let Me  @metalnecklace Slice of Paradise  @bubbles-for-all-of-us Squirming  @frannyzooey Tender  @brighttears The Old Fashioned Way  @toxicanonymity The Only Thing I Did Right  @joelmillers-whore The Two Of Us  @yourwinchesterbros
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- NEIGHBORââ đŠđŤđ!đđŠđ¨đđđĽđ˛đŠđŹđ đŁđ¨đđĽ đŚđ˘đĽđĽđđŤ đą đđđŚ!đŤđđđđđŤ
warnings â suggestive nsfw content, age gap (reader in mid 20s & joel in early 40s), neighbor!joel, the apocalypse never happened?
you had moved out of home a few years ago, leaving the small texan town you had grown up in for the big city, but you often tried to visit once every few months to keep your parents happy, although the reason you kept doing these frequent trips was because of your long time neighbour, joel miller. of course you still wanted to see your parents, and you couldnât deny that you missed the comforts of living under your parents roof, but you treasured the short interactions you had with joel any time he crossed your pass on your short visits to home.
and joel, well he too looked forward to your visits. one day, heâd catch your parents in the front yard doing some gardening or sitting on the porch keeping themselves busy and heâd find subtle ways to ask about you and when you were next coming home. and oh boy, when he heard the delightful news of your return, heâd count down the days until you arrived. today was the big day, you were returning home for just a short three day visit and joel had been counting down the days since your parents had told him the news.
he had finished work early, and sarah was at a friends house for the night, so now he patiently waited for the taxi to pull into the neighbouring driveway. waiting. he had been waiting for what felt like hours but in all reality it had only been about a half an hour. his eyes were focused on the living room window that looked out onto the street but occasionally looked over at the wall by the front door which had a clock, the small red hands slowly ticking around as the seconds and minutes went by, but then he heard a car driving down their street, a dead end street that hardly ever got any traffic. it was you.
after paying the taxi driver and tipping the kind man for helping you with your small amount of luggage he had insisted on helping you carry up to the door, you found yourself wrapped in your parents arms as they welcomed you home. your father placed your belongings in your old childhood bedroom before taking you out to the new patio area your father had built a few months prior.
âwow.â you breathed, walking out into the neatly paved area, decorated with beautifully stained wooden furniture - no doubt chosen and styled by your mother who had an eye for these sorts of things - mixed with newly planted vines beginning to grown up some trellis lining the walls of your home. âit looks beautiful out here.â you smiled, looking back at your parents as they stood beside each other, your fathers arm slung around your motherâs shoulder.
âdid you like the table ând chairs?â your father asked, his eyes momentarily looking at the matching set to admire it.
you eagerly nodded before extending your hand to feel the sleekness of the wood. âitâs beautiful dad.â you smiled warmly.
âhe built it ya know?â your mother noted, proudly looking up at your father with a smile plastered on her lips.
your jaw dropped a little causing you to admire the table a little more. âwith the help of joel.â he retorted, not daring to take the credit all to himself. âheâs a very smart man, he helped me do all the measurinâ.â he continued to explain.
joel you thought. of course joel had helped your parents, he was just so handsomely sweet to them it warmed your heart.
shortly after your parents had pointed out all their newly renovations and additions to your childhood home - many of which were overlooked or done by joel - you had gotten changed into a pair of white lace bathers, planning on going for a swim before your father started preparing dinner, but you were unaware of the guest your parents had invited over.
joel watched the bright yellow taxi drive away before springing to his feet. he quickly pulled on his work boots - surprisingly the only suitable shoes to wear out of the house, especially if you were home - and made it way to the front door. after grabbing his keys from the small bowl sitting on the hallway table beside the front door, he paused for a moment, thinking if he should have changed out of his work clothes as he suddenly became aware of how he smelt. placing the keys back in the bowl, he made his way up stairs, beginning to unbutton his green and black plaid flannel shirt - throwing it into the corner of his room where a pile of dirty laundry was beginning to grow - before searching through his wooden drawers for a clean shirt.
and then, he found himself standing on your porch, holding a bottle of red wine as he waited for the door to swing open, hoping and praying youâd answer, but seconds later he was greeted by your father.
âi was starinâ to think you werenât cominâ!â he smiled, standing to the side a little to allow joel to walk inside.
joel let out a breathy chuckle, placing the bottle of wine on the kitchen counter before his hands rested on his hips, âsmells good in âere,â he noted, the genuine comment earned a smile from your mother as she pulled a deep pan out of the oven.
âthank you.â she chimed, placing the tray of freshly baked focaccia onto a cooling tray before placing her oven gloves on the counter. âhow have you been?â your mother asked, giving him a welcoming hug.
âbusy.â joel breathed. he wondered where you were. it was odd you werenât with your parents, chatting up a storm and filling them in on all your new stories and adventures. âhowâs that new door holdinâ up?â he asked, referring to the old bathroom door he had fixed a few weeks prior.
âgreat!â your father cheered. âno more squeaking.â he commented.
âmâglad.â joel nodded. âdid yer need any help in âere?â he asked after a brief moment of silence, earning a mixture of scoffs and repeated ânoâsâ from your parents.
âyou go outside and relax hun.â your mother insisted before her faces lighted up, ây/nâs out on the patio if you wanted to go say hello.â she smiled.
joel did nothing but nod as he took a few wine glasses from your father before wandering outside with the bottle of red wine under his arm. as he opened the french sliding doors he saw an empty patio, so his eyes began to search for you but it didnât take him long to find you sitting waist deep in the door with a cigarette between your fingers wearing nothing by a small white bikini.
âhowdy neighbour.â you sang from across the yard, a small cloud of smoke exhaling from you lips as you watched joels eyes find you.
âhowdy stranger.â joel smiled, placing the glasses and bottle of wine on the table before cautiously wandering over to you. âwhats a nice girl like you smokinâ for?â he asked, standing at the opposite end of the pool, his feet a few inches away from the edge.
âjust for special occasions.â you grinned, subtly winking before standing up, droplets of water running down your curves as you began to walk towards him. âhowâve you been joel?â you asked, putting the cigarette out before hiding it in a near by plant pot. âfeel like i havenât seen you in months.â
joel let out a chuckle as he followed you back to the table, consciously making an effort to keep his eyes on yours, worried heâd get a little distracted. âcause yer havenât been home.â he smiled. âhowâs life in the big city treatinâ ya?â he asked after a moment of silence.
âsâgood.â you nodded, grabbing the bottle of red wine as you began to inspect the label. âwhat about you joel?â you asked, unscrewing the bottle cap allowing the smell of the wine to spew into the air.
god, the way you said is name was heavenly. it was like ecstasy to him every time his names slipped from your lips. âsâbeen busy.â
then you grabbed a glass from the table - leaning up close to joel in order to do so - the very action making joels breath hitched a little as his eyes wandered further down your body, admiring every little drop of water on your sun kissed skin. as you held the wine glass by your stomach you began to pour the drink, suddenly very conscious of joels eyes on you.
âhowâs tommy?â you asked, taking your eyes away from the glass as you continued to pour, your eyes wandering up to meet joels to find his eyes fixed on the glass. you let out a giggle before whispering, âearth to joel?â his brown eyes darted up to meet yours as you extended your hand to offer him the freshly poured glass. âhowâs tommy ând sarah?â you asked again, your voice softer and a little more flirtatious as he began to reach out for the glass.
âgood.â he answered, taking the glass from your hand causing your skin to momentarily touch. you looked up at joel through your eyelashes with a smile ghosting over you lips as he began to stutter, âshe uh- sheâs just goinâ into her-uhm senior year.â
âlet me know if she needs any textbooks.â you offered as joel desperately tried to compose himself. you began to pour a second glass for yourself as you continued, âi have a ton.â
joel softly nodded, taking a sip of the red wine before his eyes reconnected with yours. âsheâd like that, sheâs always askinâ âbout you.â he lied, sarah had spent most of the summer break with her friends and he had hardly seen her.
before you could reply, your parents walked through the french doors with plates of food in their hands. you finished pouring you glass before taking a seat at the table, continuing to pour two more glasses for your parents.
âsmells amazing mom.â you smiled as she set down a bowl of salad and the plate of ďżź focaccia while your father placed the roasted chicken in the center of the table.
she smiled as she say down beside you, allowing your father and joel to sit across from you. âthank you sweetie.â she hummed, taking a sip of the red wine.
as the night moved on you retold stories of your life in the big city, earning big laughs and smiles from everyone around the table, but as you and your parents continued to talk, joel couldnât help but stare. you were sat opposite to each other and ever time you reached out for your glass of wine, he could have sworn everything fell into slow motion.
ââ
reaching across the table to grab the almost empty bottle of wine you had knocked over the salt shaker, creating a domino effect as joels wine glasses got knocked over, the red liquid spilling onto his lap and stomach.
âshit!â you mumbled. âmâsorry joel!â you apologized, immediately standing up from your seat mirroring joels actions as he reached out for a cloth.
âdonât apologize.â he spoke softly, a weak chuckle escaping his lips as he began to drag the cloth against his now stained clothes.
âdab it sweetie, donât drag.â your mother mentioned, trying to hide the smile on her lips. ây/n take joel inside ând get him cleaned up.â she advised, joel of course truing to insist he was fine only to be shushed by your mother. âyou can borrow one of johns shirts.â
âalright.â joel sighed, looking at you before following you inside.
âiâm so sorry.â you kept repeating, occasionally looking back to find joel a few feet behind you with a smug smile on his lips. âwhy are you smilinâ like that?â you whined, growing even more embarrassed by your fumble.
he shook his head as a chortle left his lips, the wine beginning to give him the little buzz he needed to be more confident around you. âsânothinâ.â he mumbled, his eyes cautiously drifting down to look at your legs and ass as you made your way to the bathroom before darting back up, not wanting to get caught staring.
as you both arrived at the bathroom, you left the door open before rushing over the sink to turn on the tap, letting the water run. you grabbed the nearest hand cloth before retrieving a large bottle of soap from beneath the vanity. joel watched you scurry around but before he knew it you hand connected with his before you directed him to sit up against the vanity.
âi am so sorry.â you sighed, putting a little bit of soap on the hand towel before reaching behind joel to run it under the warm water shortly after turning off the tap.
âi told yer to stop apologisinâ.â he spoke lowly, his eyes fixed on you ad you began to busy yourself with the base of his shirt, your knuckles occasionally grazing against his skin.
you looked up at joel, momentarily getting caught in his eyes as you basked in his gaze. âright.â you breathed before returning to the task at hand before realising majority of the wine had been split on his pants.
while your mind desperately tried to focus on cleaning the stain you had created, joel couldnât help but stare and before he knew it his hand had connected to your waist causing you to freeze. joel stayed silent as he watched your eyes meet his, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh.
âyou are so god damn distractinâ.â he spoke, barely above a whisper.
you began to stammer and stutter, suddenly becoming flustered. âjoel, i uh,â you took in another much needed breath of air before swallowing as you became aware of how dry your mouth had become.
âyour sâbeautiful.â he mumbled, his hands rising from your hips to begin peeling away the awfully thin white button up shirt, revealing more of your shoulders and chest. as joel leant down, his lips connecting with your exposed collarbone you let out a steady breath as you moaned his name sending goosebumps over his skin. âdo you know what you do to me?â he mumbled.
but then you pulled away, and joel was suddenly terrified he had overstepped. he head hung low as you backed towards to door, far to ashamed that he had quite possibly made one of the biggest mistakes of his life but when he had heard the bathroom door squeak close his eyes had lifted to find you. you were still here. a spark had been lit between you and now a wildfire was beginning to spread as you hands reached out to grab onto each side of joels face.
you had noticed the smirk growing on joels lips before they had met your own and within seconds you were entangled in each others arms. your fingers had run up through his course curled hair while his hands roamed your backside. before you could even grasp at the consequences that might come about from this little interaction, joel had hook his hand under your thighs and hoisted you up before spinning you around.
the cool marble that formed the vanity made your breath hitch as joel sat you down. the last remnants of a red lip gloss had now been smeared between your lips. almost instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling joel impossibly closer. a whimper had erupted from your throat as his body caged yours against the vanity mirror.
âwish i could listen to yer all day.â joel murmured, as his fingers began to dip beneath the thin lace fabric, the feeling of his fingers against your skin was tantalizing and euphoric. âall âem pretty noises.â he added as another moan slipped from your lips.
you pushed yourself closer to joel, grinding up against his hips as you whispered, âmâall yours.â
joel would have taken you right there, right in that very moment but fate was not on his side as he heard the french doors slide open and the footsteps of your parents began to wander throughout the home.
âare you two alright?â your father called out causing the pair of you to pull away in the blink of an eye, leaving you breathless.
joel wiped his lips clean of any evidence before pulling open the bathroom door. âcouldnât get the stain out.â he lied, walking out into the hallway to greet your father as you hurriedly tried to compose yourself.
âi was just about to grab âim a shirt.â you spoke, desperately trying to sound normal as you walked out into the hallway to join the pair, wiping your lips clean of the smeared gloss. âsâreally stuck in there.â you laughed weakly, sneaking past the pair before giving joel once last glance.
âthanks.â he mumbled as he watched you walk away like a sweet piece of forbidden fruit and my god, were you the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
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#joel miller#the last of us#fan fic author#aot fanfiction#ao3#fan fiction#spotify#fluff#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel x reader#joel tlou#joel the last of us#joel miller fluff#joel miller dbf#smut#dbf#joel miller smut#tlou1#tlou2#pre apocalypse#joel miller drabble#pre apocalypse joel miller
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â Softpascalitos Masterlist â
This is a regularly updated masterlist of all my works, posted on tumblr + ao3! They're sorted by character with warnings/tags, please still read the full descriptions before reading! My entire blog is 18+ / MDNI.
â - my personal favorites âď¸ - smut đ - hurt/comfort đ - fluff
i write for: javier peĂąa, pedro pascal, agent ortega, joel miller, oberyn martell, marcus acacius, dieter bravo, silva, frankie morales, din djarin, agent whiskey, javi g, tim rockford
last update: 5th july 2024 If you have requests/questions/feedback or just want to say hi, feel free to pop into my asks! âŽ
I do not give permission to have my work copied, translated, rewritten, put into any AI programs, or reposted without my direct agreement.
âŽâË Main Fics ËââŽ
To Dig a Grave - Tumblr / AO3 âđâď¸ [20k+]
Summary: Twenty-one years after the outbreak, you come to Wyoming looking for something and end up in Jackson after a stranger saves your life. But he doesn't stay a stranger. Turns out Joel Miller is looking for something too. It feels like a fresh start. But when bad luck seems to follow you, Joel is the only one to turn to, forcing both of you to confront your feelings about your pasts- and each other. Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Age Difference, Smut, More Tags to be added
We got your back - Tumblr / AO3 âđ [6k+]
Summary: You work as a new DEA agent alongside PeĂąa and Murphy. A not-so-kind colleague reveals more about you than you would like. PeĂąa takes you under his wing. (Currently being reworked) Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn
Specials Kinktober 2023 31 pieces of (mostly smut) - read on AO3 / Tumblr Advent Calendar 2023 25 Pieces including moodboards, hcs and fics - read on AO3 / Tumblr
âŽâË Javier PeĂąa ËââŽ
Pregnancy Sex with Javier PeĂąa - Tumblr / AO3 ââď¸ [2.6k]
Summary: You're pregnant, Javier is overprotective. The problem: You're also really fucking horny. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Aftercare, Pregnancy, Established Relationship, PWP
Beyond Saving - Tumblr / AO3 âđ [1.3k]
Summary: Javier is on office duty when he learns that someone close to you has passed, causing both of you to spiral. Tags: â Dead Dove: Do not Eat â, Mention of Suicide, Grief, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Minor Character Death, Trauma, Mental Breakdowns
Kinktober - Hate Sex - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸ [2.3k]
Summary: When a raid goes wrong, Javier PeĂąa gets pissed. You expect him to take it out on you. You dont expect him to fuck you so good. Aka a steamy office romance with a side of hate sex. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Hate Sex, Unsafe Sex, Rough Sex, Spanking
Kinktober - Humiliation - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸ [2.2k]
Summary: Javier takes you home after a night out. You worry about waking Steve who lives upstairs- until Javier notices the way you are staring at his gun. (Thats not code for his dick, Im talking about his actual gun). Aka Agent PeĂąa fucks you on his couch using something other than his dick. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Gun Kink, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, Spanking, Dirty Talk
Kinktober - Tying a tie - Tumblr / AO3 đ [1.6k]
Summary: Javier resigns from the DEA. You both reflect on your life in Colombia while you help him get ready. You also discuss what is about to follow. Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Anxiety, Established Relationship, Crying, Sad Javier PeĂąa
Peluda - Tumblr / AO3 âđ [1.7k]
Summary: A snowstorm hits BogotĂĄ and you bring back a surprise visitor. Javi is not amused. But, it leads to a realization about himself- and about you. Tags: Fluff, Nicknames, Soft Javi, Snow, Established Relationship
âŽâË Marcus Acacius ËââŽ
Healing Hands - Tumblr / AO3 ââď¸ [2k]
Summary: Acacius returns home with an injuryâand you try to care for him. But his ideas of healing (and baths) are a little ... different. Especially when you finally have some time to yourselves. Tags: Explicit, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Fingering, Creampie, Bathing
âŽâË Joel Miller ËââŽ
Kinktober - Pegging - Tumblr / AO3 ââď¸ [3k]
Summary: You and Joel run into a sex store on patrol. They have everything one needs to give their older, grumpy partner a good pregging. Aka Joel Miller gets his ass fucked for the first time in his life. Tags: Explicit, Smut, Pegging, First Time, Aftercare
Baby, I'm your National Anthem - Tumblr / AO3 ââď¸ [3k]
Summary: You are back from college for the summer and your family happens to throw the annual Fourth of July Barbecue for your street. Your next-door neighbor and dad's best friend Joel Miller is invitedâand you decide to wear a bold outfit. It definitely catches his attention. Tags: Smut, DBF!Joel, Age Difference, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk
Kinktober - Nonsexual Ageplay - Tumblr / AO3 đđ [2k]
Summary: When Joel brings back a book on trauma from patrol, something catches your eye. Having had too much of your childhood taken away by the outbreak, you find a way to get some of it back. Aka a soft Joel Miller making his partner feel safe enough to try nonsexual ageplay. Tags: SFW, Past Trauma, Age Difference, Nonsexual Ageplay
Kinktober - Wax Play - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸đ [1.9k]
Summary: Joel and you are paired up for patrol. There are a lot of things unsaid, a snowstorm rolling in and some candles. Go figure (or go read i guess). Tags: Smut, Explicit, Hurt/Comfort, Snowed in
Kinktober - Somnophilia - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸ [2k]
Summary: In 2003, Joel Miller is busy with dishes, paperwork and raising a child, leaving little time for his relationship. When he gets restless and sneaks over to her house, finding his girl asleep, he remembers a conversation they had about consent. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Explicit Consent, Age Difference, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Aftercare, Crempie, Pre-Outbreak
Kinktober - Playing with hair - Tumblr / AO3 âđđ [1k]
Summary: Joel works in construction in Jackson. During his lunch breaks, he always comes home to you. When you notice a talent of his you hadn't known about, he opens up about the past. Tags: Jackson Era, Established Relationship, Bathing/Washing, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Joel play guitar, Good Parent Joel
Kinktober - Massaging - Tumblr / AO3 đ [2.2k]
Summary: When Joel comes home after a long day of work, you crave nothing more than him. Until you're both reminded of his age. Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Age difference, Massage, Kissing, Healthy relationships
Kinktober - Familiar Scents - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸ [2.4k]
Summary: Over the span of many years, Joel Millers scent always stays the same. It starts when he takes you for a hike before the Outbreak- and continues for long after. Tags: Friends to lovers, Age difference, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Fingering, P in V Sex
Kinktober - Tooth Brushing - Tumblr / AO3 âđ [2.4k]
Summary: Grief is cruel and just because you and Joel live in the safe haven that is the Jackson community it does not mean you're immune to it. Possibly the saddest (but also kinda best) thing I have written so far. Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Character Death, Established Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Protective Joel, Survivors Guilt
Kinktober - Crossdressing - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸đ [2k]
Summary: Joel Miller has been wanting to try a different piece of clothing for a long time. It's not until you that he feels supported enough to do so. Turns out, you both really fucking like it. Tags: Smut, Fluff, Insecurity, Soft Joel, Slight Mommy Kink, Jackson Era, Sub Joel Miller
Kinktober - (Public) Help with button - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸ [2.4k]
Summary: What happens in a dimly lit corner on the lap of Joel Miller at the town dance, stays at the town dance. Almost. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, Public Sex, Teasing, Established Relationship, Age difference, Jackson Era
Kinktober - Daddy - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸đ [2.6k]
Summary: Joel has been noticing a few things about your relationship that make him wonder about your feelings regarding your father. As you open up about your issues, he's sweet, supportive and makes you feel better in the way only he can. Tags: 2003!Joel Miller, Pre-Outbreak, Smut, Explicit, Hurt/Comfort, Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, Crying, Fingering, Cock Warming, P in V Sex, Secret Relationship
Kinktober - Free Use - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸ [1.9k]
Summary: Joel comes home urgently needing some relief. Its a good thing youre there- and the first time Joel makes use of an ... interesting agreement. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Free Use, Rough Sex, Light Dom/Sub, Dirty Talk, Angry Sex, Shower Sex, Baking, Female Reader, Established relationship
Snowy Surprise - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸đ [2.2k]
Summary: Joel takes advantage of your lunch break on patrol for ... other activities. Afterwards, a promise he made about christmas decorations comes back to haunt him. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Fluff, Soft Joel, Established Relationship, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Semi-Public Sex
Here cums Santa Claus - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸đ [1.8k]
Summary: Jackson needs a Santa Claus - and Joel is the perfect fit. Getting to have you on his lap is just a bonus. Aka the one where Joel is dressed up as Santa Claus and you get to ride him. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Fluff, Soft Joel, Established Relationship, Fingering, Dirty Talk, P in V Sex, Costume Kink, Riding, Creampie
âŽâË Silva ËââŽ
Kinktober - Armpit + Orgasm Denial - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸ [1.6k]
Summary: When Silva comes home after a long day on the ranch, he smells amazing. He also distracts you from cooking in a quite special way. Tags: Explicit, Smut, Sweat, Praise Kink, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, P in V Sex
Kinktober - Dancing together - Tumblr / AO3 âđ [1.4k]
Summary: When a particularly hard rain hits your little ranch, so does the sadness. Luckily Silva is there to make it better.(This fills a few gaps in Silvas life in a way that ties in with the movie.) Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Parent Silva, Romance, Kissing in the rain, Slow dancing
âŽâË Oberyn Martell ËââŽ
Kinktober - Collaring - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸đ [2k]
Summary: Oberyn gets you a special present, one that both of you will enjoy. But things dont always go as planned. Tags: Explicit, Smut, Established Relationship, Safeword Use, Hurt/Comfort
Kinktober - Breeding - Tumblr / AO3 ââď¸đ [2k]
Summary: Oberyn and her have been trying for a baby to no avail. Ever the loving viper, he comes up with an idea. Tags: Explicit, Smut, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Breeding, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink
Kinktober - Threesome - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸ [4.5k]
Summary: You are in charge of serving wine to the dornish folk at the kings wedding. A couple catches your eye and it may not be as one-sided as you thought at first. Aka the steaming hot threesome with Oberyn and Ellaria we all need. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Creampie, Threesome (FFM), Servant Reader, Aftercare, Porn with Plot
Kinktober - Washing hair - Tumblr / AO3 đ [1.7k]
Summary: A few weeks after you and Oberyn begin to try conceiving and days before he leaves for Kings Landing, he finds you cooling down in the baths during a hot day. Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mild Smut, Bathing/Washing, Pregnancy, Established Relationship
Kinktober - Pregnancy - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸đ [1.4k]
Summary: Oberyn has been more cautious around her now that the due date is near. He has to realize it's not what she wants. And who can deny the wishes of a pregnant woman? Tags: Smut, Pregnancy Sex, P in V Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Fluff, Domestic, Established Relationship, Female Reader
âŽâË Jack Daniels ËââŽ
Kinktober Day Eighteen - Spanking + Whipping - Tumblr / AO3 ââď¸ [2.2k]
Summary: When you mess up during a mission, Jack doesn't want to have to report his own girlfriend. Since he is your higher-up, you work out an agreement- a punishment by Whiskey himself. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Spanking, Whipping, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Crying, Established Relationship, Rough Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones
Kinktober Day Twentythree - Deepthroating + Facesitting - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸ [1.9k]
Summary: You've never deepthroated anyone in your life- but you're eager to make your man feel as good as possible. You receive a proper thank you as well. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Deepthroating, Facesitting, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Aftercare, Established Relationship
âŽâË Pedro Pascal ËââŽ
Here with me - Tumblr / AO3 đđ [1.2k]
Summary: During his time in Morrocco, Pedro finds himself in need of reassurance. You are happy to help. Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Insecurities, Age Difference
I'll look after you - Tumblr / AO3 âđđ [2k]
Summary: Pedro is sick (but of course he doesn't admit it). You look after him. Hurt/Comfort (but the twist is that you're the one doing the comforting). Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Emotional, Established Relationship
âŽâË Agent Ortega ËââŽ
Agents don't have favorites - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸đ [2.6k]
Summary: Agent Ortega visits the Emerald Palace, but finds the woman tending to the horses more interesting than those tending to the men. After he leaves for a while, he comes back to an unwanted surprise. Aka its emotional but also they fuck. Tags: Explicit, Referenced Non-Con Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Smut
Kinktober - Shoe Shining + NTR (Cheating) - Tumblr / AO3 ââď¸đ [2.2k]
Summary: Ortega returns to Brimstone. When he gets a shoe shine from a past flame, who is now married, things get complicated. Tags: Explicit, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Cheating, Rough Sex, Spanking, Aftercare, Creampie, Dirty Talk
âŽâË Dieter Bravo ËââŽ
Kinktober - Titfucking - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸đ [1.7k]
Summary: Dieter is alone in quarantine and begs you to come join him. Even with a few obstacles, you treat him the way he deserves. Tags: Explicit, Smut, Titfucking, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Kinktober - Watersports - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸ [1.7k]
Summary: Dieter is on edge because of an upcoming premiere and as his personal assistant, you try to keep him calm as well as sober. There is one thing that may help. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Established Relationship, Semi-Public, Assistant Reader, Alcohol, Watersports, Dom/Sub Undertones
âŽâË Frankie Morales ËââŽ
Kinktober Day Six - Frottage - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸ [1.4k]
Summary: After a flying lesson, you find yourself drawn to the man in the pilot seat. Luckily for you, Frankie knows exactly what you need. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship
âŽâË Din Djarin ËââŽ
Kinktober Day Nine - Gloryhole - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸ [1.6k]
Summary: Din just wants some quick pleasure. You just want to enjoy your job for once. Both of you get more than you bargained for. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Prostitution, Oral Sex, Strangers, Semi-Public
âŽâË Javi Gutierrez ËââŽ
Kinktober Day Twentyone - Lingerie - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸đ [2.1k]
Summary: Javi usually gets the movie memorabilia he loves so much for his birthday. This year, he gets something infinitely better. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Established Relationship, Birthday Sex, Lingerie, Kissing, Fluff, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex
âŽâË Tim Rockford ËââŽ
Kinktober Day Twentynine - Breathplay - Tumblr / AO3 âď¸ [2.1k]
Summary: After a successful case, everyone goes out to celebrate. Everyone except your boss, Tim Rockford. But, with an empty office to make use of, you both find your own way to celebrate. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Established Relationship, Choking, Coworker Reader, Female Reader, Office Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Secret Relationship
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âmy daughter is fineâ your daughter stays up until 4am reading joel x platonic!reader & joel x daughter!reader on tumblr & ao3
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title: miss me in your bones | chapter one
pairing: dadâs best friend!joel miller/female reader
chapter rating: PG13
chapters: 1/?
read on AO3 | masterlist
summary:
When Joel Miller started his own contracting business, he didnât expect all the administrative tasks that came with it. As a result, his budding business is in desperate need of help.
Good thing his best friendâs daughter is home for the summer from college. And sure, heâs always been attracted to you, but he can keep that under control.
Itâs just one summer, right?
authorâs note: oh look, another multi-chapter joel miller au. this one will be a slower(er) burn than âcruel summerâ, with more angst. iâm in my folklore era, sorry yâall. please consider leaving a comment if you liked the chapter! đ
content warnings/additional tags: au - no outbreak, age difference (21f and 36m), mutual pining, dadâs best friend!joel, college student!reader, no sarah, brief mention of joelâs attraction to the reader when sheâs 17.
âYou still need help with your bookkeeping?â Joelâs best friend asks as they sip their beers, basketball game playing on the TV.
Joel has recently branched out and started his own contracting business, a dream heâs had since he started working fresh out of high school. Heâs taken a few night classes and earned himself an associates degree in business administration from the community college, in the hopes that it might help him not drive his budding business venture straight into the dirt.
What he wasnât prepared for was the volume of administrative tasks heâd have to take on. Invoicing, pricing, scheduling, negotiating, and the list keeps growing. Joel just wants to bring a vision to life with his hands. He doesnât want to have to sit at a computer for hours a day before getting to the fun stuff.
He sighs. âYeah, Iâm drowninâ in all that stuff. Seems like thereâs not enough hours in the day to be doinâ the dirty work and get all that shit done, too.â
âWell, my daughterâs cominâ home for the summer. She said she was lookinâ for a job so that she can save up some money before goinâ back to school in the fall. She could help you out. Sheâs good with computers,â his friend says. Joel swallows.
Joelâs lived next door to you and your dad for four years now. When he first moved in next to the single dad, you were seventeen, getting ready to finish up high school and head off to college. You were your dadâs pride and joy, a sweet girl with brains and beauty that he bragged about constantly. Youâd gotten a full academic scholarship to UCLA, no small feat, but youâd been required to spend your first two summers on campus fulfilling a certain number of credits, which meant you hadn't visited home in some time due to the cost.
This also meant Joel got a reprieve from the inappropriate thoughts heâs had about you since the first time he met you. When youâd stood by the door with your dad, welcoming him to the neighborhood, but all he could think about was the curve of your lips as you smiled at him or the way you looked up at him through your lashes when he spoke, hanging on his every word like he was spilling the secrets of the universe.
For his first year in his new house, you were there when he came over on the weekends, watching football with your dad or doing homework at the kitchen table. Joel was there for your graduation party, and sang Happy Birthday as you blew out the candles for your eighteenth year. He helped your dad pack up his truck with your boxes of stuff and waved goodbye from the driveway as you set off to college.
And the whole time he had to beat the thoughts of pressing a hand to your thigh beneath the dining table or pulling you to the side to kiss you senseless. He was equal parts relieved and disappointed when your dad drove you over a thousand miles away.
Your dad is still waiting for an answer, and Joel canât come up with a good enough reason to say no to his offer of your help. He needs it.
He can keep himself under control for one summer.
âSure, that would be great,â Joel replies with a strained smile unnoticed by your dad.
âGreat! Iâll let her know.â
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Youâre so excited to be home for a whole summer. Between your rigorous course load over the last two years and the cost of housing and travel, you havenât been able to visit home. Your dad pays for half your housing on top of his own expenses, so you didnât want to burden him more with travel costs.
âHow was your flight, kiddo,â your dad asks as he wraps you in a tight hug.
âWent well enough. Definitely better than driving for two days with some stinky old man,â you tease. He pushes at your shoulder.
Your relationship with your dad is a close one, the result of being the only child to a single parent and all his efforts over the years to make sure he does the best job he can. And while he often had to work overtime, he was always there for you when it mattered and never made you feel like you werenât loved.
âIâm happy youâre back, squirt. House is too quiet without you,â he says as he pulls away from the pick-up area and rejoins Austin traffic. His words make your heart clench.
âJust another year and Iâll hopefully be able to get a job closer to home,â you tell him.
âWith that fancy degree, Iâm sure youâll be able to get any job you want.â
The fancy degree in question is in aerospace engineering. Ever since your dad took you to visit the Kennedy Space Center in Florida on a rare vacation out of the state, youâd been hooked on the idea of helping get rockets to space.
âHopefully. With all the private space exploration initiatives, should be plenty of jobs to go around. California is fun, but Texas is home.â
He smiles at you, a big wide grin that youâd missed in your time away.
âListen, you know how you said you wanted to find a job for the summer while youâre home?â He asks. You nod. âWell, Joel started up his own contracting business and is hopinâ to get some help with the administrative work. Schedulinâ, contracts, bookkeepinâ. I know itâs not what youâre studyinâ or anythinâ but it might be nice to give your brain a break from all that fancy math you do.â
Your stomach erupts in butterflies at just the mention of your dadâs best friend and neighbor, Joel Miller. Ever since you first met when he moved in next door, youâve been smitten. Heâs a bit younger than your dad, somewhere in his mid-thirties while your dad has crossed the threshold to his forties. Heâs tall and broad with muscles defined from hard labor, dark curly hair thatâs almost always unruly, and kind brown eyes that have started to crinkle in the corners with a life well lived.
Heâs so gorgeous it actually hurts.
Youâve spent a fair share of your nights away from home thinking about Joel Miller as you slid a hand into your pajama pants. Did he ever think about you? You doubt it, but a girl could dream.
In your daydreaming, you almost forget to answer your dad. âOh, uh, sure. I can help out Mr. Miller,â you reply, clearing your throat.
âThanks, sweetie. Iâm sure heâll appreciate the help.â
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Joel is cursing up a storm as he tries to clean up the spare room he uses as an office and storage area these days. Thereâs papers everywhere, supply quotes and contracts and instruction manuals across every surface to the point where the old laptop he uses for work sits buried, battery dead from neglect. He tries to sort everything into a neat pile, but the pile is too big and scatters everywhere once more.
Youâre supposed to start working with him at nine this morning. Heâs got a consultation scheduled after lunch, giving him plenty of time to show you the nightmare youâre walking into.
Thereâs a knock at the door and Joel rushes from the back of the house to answer.
Youâre standing on his porch, as you have hundreds of times, but after two and a half years away at school, the girl heâd waved goodbye to one August morning has disappeared. Your hair is drastically different and your face has lost the roundness of your teen years, but the smile that stretches your lips is all too familiar.
âHi, Mr. Miller.â
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You shift your weight from foot to foot as Joelâs gaze drifts over you, the feel of it hot over your skin. His forehead and neck are dappled with sweat, shirt sticking to his chest in a way thatâs so inviting you have to clench your hands into fists at your side to keep from reaching out.
How is it possible heâs gotten more attractive?
âHey! Welcome home!â Joel finally says, stepping aside and allowing you to cross the threshold.
His house has changed, yet feels overwhelmingly familiar all the same. Heâs updated the flooring since youâd left, and you see the gleam of shiny stainless steel appliances in the kitchen.
âYou renovated the kitchen?â You ask, stepping down the hall and into the living area to have a closer look. âThe counters are pretty.â
Heâs replaced the old dark cabinets with natural wood and the laminate counters are now a sparkling white quartz. He stands in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest.
âYep. First project for my portfolio,â he says proudly. âDid the whole thing myself.â
âImpressive.â
You stare at each other for a beat before Joel clears his throat.
âYou, uh, you wanna see the office?â He asks.
âSure.â
He leads you to the back bedroom and pushes the door open. âItâsâŚkinda a mess.â
âKinda?â You step inside, eyeing the haphazard piles of paper dubiously. âMr. Miller, this is a war zone.â
He cringes. âYeah. Sâwhy I need help,â he says, running a hand through his hair. âGot so caught up with the networkinâ and job bids that I just let all this suffer for it.â
You huff a laugh, dropping your bag to the ground. Thereâs a desk in the middle of the room, covered in stacks of paper. A laptop sits open, screen dark, amongst the files. A bookshelf along one wall holds a printer and a number of large hardback books pertaining to business administration and general contracting guidelines. Along another wall are stacked boxes. You peek into one and find an array of tile samples.
âThink you can manage?â Joel asks.
You smile at him. âYou know me, Mr. Miller. Iâve never backed down from a challenge.â
âJoel. JustâŚcall me Joel.â
âOkayâŚJoel.â
He smiles, and the way it reaches his eyes makes your heart flutter. You swallow nervously.
This will be fine.
Itâs just one summer.
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basically all pedro character fics. I might veer into other fandoms in the future but for now it's all our brown-eyed angel.
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JOEL MILLER
Sugar, Spice & Please Fuck Me Nice (neighbor!Joel x F!reader) â¤ď¸âđĽâď¸ - indefinite hiatus
Joel and his daughter move into your neighborhood, where you've lived practically your entire life. You go introduce yourself to your new neighbors, cookies in tow. Joel wants to find out just how sweet you are.
ch. 1 - the new neighbors
ch. 2 - sex & candy
ch.3 - fair game
Leftovers (@katiexpunk oneshot collab) â¤ď¸âđĽ
Youâve waited for what feels like forever to hear Joel say heâll give you what you want, and what better day to be grateful youâre both now on the same page than Thanksgiving. Joel shows you just how thankful he is for you by giving you loads of his cum.
flesh for fantasy â¤ď¸âđĽ
Joel tries on a pair of pretty panties for you.
JACK "WHISKEY' DANIELS
TMLASverse â¤ď¸âđĽâ¤ď¸âđŠš
a collection of one shots featuring our favorite smooth-talkin' cowboy x f!reader
Private Eyes â¤ď¸âđĽ
What seems like a cut-and-dry case of spying on a cheating partner turns out to be much more than you bargained for when you watch him through the window.
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The main fic rec list
They're not in any order, some are NSFW, some are (unfinished) series, etc; you're responsible for what you're reading so please always check the warnings.
Those I've read are in bold, as I haven't read all of the ones I got recommended yet <3
Don't forget to show your love and support with reblogs and comments that all these absolutely amazing & talented writers deserve! đ¤
(to everyone I've tagged in the original post, I'm so sorry to move everything around and tag you again in another post)
A safe heaven by @darkroastjoel
Dark but it's just a game by @devilmademewriteit
Say it with your hands by @swiftispunk
Maintenance man!Joel by @gracieispunk
I know it when I see it (pornstar!Joel) by @bageldaddy
dbf!Joel by @jrrmint
Belong to me by @chloeangelic
little demon (dbf!Joel) by @chloeangelic
Rises the moon by @psychedelic-ink
What's mine (husbands best friend!Joel) by @gracieispunk
Little black dress by @hellishjoel
I wanna be your lover by @shellshocklove
bfd!Joel by @joelscruff
Right my wrongs (father in law!Joel) by @chloeangelic
Room 77 (dbf!Joel) by @chaotic-mystery
Keeping warm by @randofantfic
Exit wounds (brother in law!Joel) by @strang3lov3
My girl now by @psychedelic-ink
Secret (neighbor!Joel) by @pedrostylez
Your summer dream by @swiftispunk
Catalyst (Joel & Frankie) by @ezrasbirdie
Feelings on fire by @joelscruff
This one thing you did by @joelscruff
Lookalike by @strang3lov3
You're my purpose by @mellowsaturns
Mile high (ceo!Joel) by @macfrog
Dark nurse!Joel by @toxicanonymity
I think it's time you had a pink cloud summer (family friend!Joel) by @joelmillersdumbslut
There are still so many amazing fics missing on this list, so please let me know your favorites!đ¤
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