#joel miller wips

[arcanefox207]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @magpiepills and @for-a-longlongtime 💜🩷🩵

Something random I am working on. The intent was something soft and intimate. Not so sure that it will stay the course…. Ok let’s be honest it probably won’t. 😅

You lightly bat your eyes open as you feel Joel tracing his fingers along the length of your body. His feather touch was gentle, as if he was trying not to wake you while he stole a secret moment with you.

His arm curls over your hip and his hand finds the softness of your inner thigh, sliding it up higher and higher until he is at your center. You feel him pause briefly before he drags his fingers over your opening and gently grabs a hold of you. The tiniest moan escapes your lips and he knows you are awake now. He places his mouth on your neckline for another kiss and whispers into your ear the lowest growl.

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[mermaidgirl30]

I am getting really close to finishing the last two chapters of Slip Into Me. So, I think I’ll finish those up and then start on the second chapter of Saving What Was Lost!

[norththelemon]

Hi :)

[irb-pascalito-99]

Catch Me If You Can

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Warnings: Smut, teasing, unprotected p in v, come play

Summary: Joel’s girl can’t stop staring at him while he’s fixing the table they broke.

A/N: This is an excerpt from Chapter Thirteen of my fic Always an Angel, Never a God. To read more of this pairing visit a03.

I lean back and watch the muscles in Joel’s back flex as he drills new bolts into the table. Beads of sweat roll down his arms and create dark patches on his t-shirt. I crawl toward him and kiss his neck as he puts the drill down.

“I think you should do this with your shirt off,” I mumble against his skin.

My hands slide underneath his shirt, trailing up his stomach and chest. Joel chuckles. He leans back slightly to give me better access.

I grab the hem of his t-shirt and pull it over his head. He lifts his arms as I do. Joel allows me a couple more kisses before he starts to work on the table again.

I chew on my bottom lip while I watch him. Joel doesn’t have defined abs or the form of a bodybuilder, but there’s no mistaking he has muscles. His arms and back flex as he picks up another table leg to screw into place.

I offered help when he started, but he wouldn’t allow it. Now, he focuses on the task at hand. His eyebrows crease as he bolts the leg into place. He shakes it firmly to assure it is strong before moving on to the next one. He looks over his shoulder to see me still staring at the definition in his arms and back.

“Careful now, I’ll start thinkin’ you only want me for my body,” he jokes with a wink in my direction.

“I like you for more than your body,” I lean back against a nearby wall while Joel searches for the bolts for the next leg.

“Oh really, like what?” He asks. I roll my eyes at his obvious attempt for compliments, but happily play into it.

“Well, turns out you’re good at making furniture,” I joke. He laughs and shakes his head before screwing in the next bolts.

I could think of a million reasons why I like Joel. He’s unbelievably generous. He’s smart, but he doesn’t rub your face in it. He’s amazing with Sarah, and so understanding with Ellie. He’s the kind of man who fucks you so hard against a table it breaks, and then spends the next afternoon putting it back together again. When he pauses with the drill again I continue with an honest answer to his question.

“You make me feel safe,” I say. He puts the drill down and turns his full attention to me. “I don’t have to pretend to be anyone else. I can fall apart a little around you. You make me feel safe.”

I keep my eyes on the ground. I don’t want to see Joel’s reaction to my statement. I don’t want to know if it’s too much too soon. We sit in silence until he picks up the drill again.

“You make me feel safe too,” He says. I lift my eyes from the floor. He fumbles with the screws in his hands. “I’ve been focused on Sarah for so long. It’s nice to be able to let go a little sometimes, have somethin’ for myself you know?”

My heart flutters at the notion of being something he holds for himself, that I could be as important to him as he is to me. I know Joel loves deeply, and Sarah will always be the biggest thing in his life, but I hadn’t thought of how lonely it must have been for him over these last several years.

Obviously Sarah’s mom leaving had left a hole in their family, but Joel lost more than a co-parent. He lost a partner, a wife. He’s never talked about her in a romantic sense. He hasn’t mentioned her at all since the hospital. I haven’t wanted to push him into opening up, but something about this conversation feels different. It feels as though he’s offering me something here.

“Did you have that with Annie?” I ask. Joel’s shoulders tense, and I fear I may have misread things. “Was it ever just easy?”

Joel focuses on drilling the screws into the final leg before he answers me. My heart thumps in anxiety. I shouldn’t have pushed. The weekend was going so well. Why did I have to push my luck?

“I guess it was for a minute there, when we were just young kids livin’ our lives,” He examines his work, shaking the table legs again as he continues explaining. He doesn’t look at me while he talks. “She got pregnant so early into our relationship though, so it didn’t stay like that for long.”

I debate on leaving it like that. Joel is clearly uncomfortable, but I want to know him better. I hardly know his past at all.

“Why? What happened?” I ask.

Joel rubs his face and then wipes his hands on his jeans. He doesn’t shy away from the topic, but I can tell he wants the conversation to be over. From what I can tell after conversations with Tommy and Sarah, Joel doesn’t talk about Annie with anyone these days. I find that strange coming from a man who’s been so adamant that I open myself up to others.

“It was just a lot of pressure,” Joel grabs one end of the table and turns it back over to stand on it’s legs. “Neither of us knew what we wanted or how to handle it. Our parents were furious. We thought marriage was the best answer but neither of us were ready for it. It was a giant dose of real world issues shoved into our teenage romance, so no it wasn’t ready for long.”

“Tommy mentioned you guys were on your own with all that.” I respond. Joel turns to me with a slightly angered look on his face.

“It’s not Tommy’s place to be sharing that,” he says. I shrink back into the wall slightly. Joel’s anger immediately dissipates after seeing my reaction. “Sorry it’s just, a part of my life I don’t want you to have to deal with.”

I try not to be angry that he chooses to hide that part of his life from me, but I find myself wondering why he doesn’t think he can trust me with it. He seems so keen on knowing my secrets and holding my darkness. I wish he’d let me do the same for him.

He doesn’t give me any more room to press him on the topic, choosing instead to bring the energy in the room back up. He picks me up and carries me over to the table. I squeal and kick my legs in the air, caught off guard by suddenly being thrown over Joel’s shoulder.

When he sets me down he places me on the finished table and stands between my parted knees. He places his hands on the surface of the table bracketing my hips. His lips come forward to meet mine, pulling me in for a deep kiss when he shakes the table roughly again. It stays firm on the ground, no creaking or concerns that it might collapse.

“Now that’s a proper table,” he says with a grin. He pulls me in for another kiss, immediately deepening it and bringing me closer to the edge of the table. As the kiss gets more heated I push him away. “What?”

“We are not fucking on the table again Miller, you just fixed it.” Joel’s big brown eyes morph into a sad pleading expression, but I refuse to cave. Instead I shake my head and cross my arms.

“Oh come on,” He kisses my neck, biting down enough to leave a mark on the skin.

“Joel” I moan and throw my head back. When he moves to the other side of my neck I shake my head to clear it and crawl across the table to the other side.

He stands with his hands still on the table. I grin at him while he gives me a grumpy look on the other side of the wood.

“Not on the table,” I say cheekily.

When he starts to round the corner toward me I run off in the opposite direction, heading for the stairs. I giggle as I hear him start to run after me. I’m halfway up the stairs when I feel his hands grip my waist and pull me off my feet. I kick my feet in the air and squeal.

Joel places my knees on the ground. I grab the edge of the steps in front of me and gasp when he grabs the waistband of my leggings and underwear, pulling both down my thighs. The material gathers at my knees as he fumbles with his belt.

“Joel,” I whine. The tension pulls in my center so much it almost hurts. I can feel the center of my thighs becoming slick as my wetness drips down the inside.

“I know baby. I know, I’ll make it feel better.” Joel yanks his own pants down enough that his cock springs out.

His hard length presses against my back causing me to moan as I press back into him. What started out as playful banter has turned into overwhelming need. Joel runs his fingers along my folds, groaning loudly when he realizes how wet I am.

“Oh darlin’, you need it bad huh?” He mumbles huskily into my ear. I nod my head, pushing myself back against him again.

He chuckles in response as he brings his hand back to his cock. He pushes his length through my folds slowly. I push my body back into his hoping that he’ll begin to fill me. I let out a hiss when the head of his member brushes against my clit before he pulls back again.

After a couple thrusts his cock notches at my throbbing entrance. I’m panting as I wait for him to press forward, on the verge of tears from anticipation. He kisses my shoulder while he pushes just the tip inside and freezes again.

“Please, please, please, plea-” I beg, cut short from the delicious stretch of his cock inside me. I throw my head back on his shoulder as he thrusts forward. His hands grip my hips to hold me still while I tremble around him.

Once he’s filled me to the brim he pauses to let me adjust. My pussy flutters around his pulsing length. I could probably come just from this, but he soon retreats and slams his hips back into mine. He keeps his pace slow, but his thrusts hard and deep. Each one pushes the breath out of my lungs.

“Fuck, Joel.” I moan as he thrusts in again. “It feels so good, you feel so good inside me.”

“Yeah?” He pants. His hands slip on my hips as he struggles to maintain his grip through the combined sweat of our bodies. Words are becoming increasingly more difficult as the pleasure builds so I nod my head in response.

I feel my core tighten and clench around Joel’s cock. He groans and starts to thrust harder and slightly faster. His hand slips around my front to start making small circular motions on my clit. The coil inside me starts to tighten even more, causing me to lurch forward on the stairs.

I rest my forehead on the stairs as I call out for Joel, no longer aware or in control of what I’m saying. Whatever it is, it spurs him on more. My fingers pull at the threads of the carpet on the stairs, undoubtedly pulling chunks out as well, while Joel’s fingers speed and supply more pressure. Something snaps inside me. I scream as I let go. Joel grunts as my pussy throbs around him, and continues working me through my climax.

When I come down my body sags against the harsh angles of the stairs. The only thing keeping my hips from the ground is Joel’s hand wrapped around my waist. I can tell he’s close. His thrusts become sloppier as he moans louder with each one. I feel him pulse inside me and he grunts.

He quickly pulls out and turns my body around on the stairs. Joel’s hands grab the front of the shirt I’m wearing, his shirt I stole off the bedroom floor this morning, and yank it open. Buttons clatter along the walls and railing of the stairs as they fly away.

With my chest and stomach exposed to the open air, Joel brings his hand to his cock. He pulls it rapidly. I watch him through hooded eyes while he moans. His eyes wander over my figure splayed out in front of him. Once he looks up to see my face he lets go with a loud growl. His seed decorates my body in ribbons, continuing to pump his length until he has no more left to give.

He grabs the wall with one hand and the railing with another as he breathes heavily with his head hung. I commit the sight to memory, certain that this is what all the greatest painters in history saw when they decided to capture the beauty of man.

His breathing begins to slow down when he opens his eyes again. He brings them up to me and remains frozen as I trail one hand down to the mess he’s left on my skin. I collect his spend on my fingers and lock eyes with him as I bring it up to my mouth and suck my fingers dry. He looks about ready to collapse from the sight alone.

When I pull my fingers from my lips he leans down and kisses me gently. His tongue licks along my bottom lip before slipping inside my mouth. As he pulls away a string of saliva connects us and then splits, seeking in the coarse hairs of his beard.

He stands up first, pulling his pants back up, and then helps me back to my feet. Joel pulls my leggings and underwear back up for me as I wobble on my legs. I keep my grip on the railing so I don’t fall. Over half the buttons on the shirt I was wearing are now hidden in the carpet of the stairs, so it remains open while I attempt to climb back up the stairs. Joel lets me try for a minute before picking me up and carrying me to bed for a nap.

To read more visit a03.

[penvisions]

services requested {series masterlist}

Pairing: Older! Joel Miller x Sugar Momma! Reader

Summary: With the flourish of a contract that contains a section titled 'Intimacy Clause' and a quirk of your lips, you turn Joel Miller's life upside down.

Word Count: undetermined

Warnings: sugar mommy vibes, reader see's joel and knows she wants to provide for him, joel is older and tired, his life beginning to slow as his body aches, power dynamics, reader isn't mean or controlling, she dotes on joel, emotional constipation and emotional turmoil, joel struggles with the offer, how he feels like it's a trap, emotional insecurity, hurt and comfort, sexual undertones, reader doesn't make joel do anything he doesn't want to do, joel doesn't make reader feel bad about her standing, adult content, sexual content, unprotected and protected piv, oral (m and f receiving), masturbation (m and f), mutual attraction, more to be added!

A/N: these two have not left me alone since i posted that snippet. oops, well, here's this then, hehe

ao3 link || navigation || masterlist

-> snippet no. 1 || teaser no. 1

chapter 1 - the meeting || chapter 2 - the contract

chapter 3 - the first job || chapter 4 - the tension || chapter 5 - the convention

chapter 6 - the tattoo || chapter 7 - the reconciliation

[verkomy]

don’t think I’ll finish them on time for today but I still want to celebrate the The Last Of Us premiere somehow so here’s a WIP of Joel and Ellie

[milla-frenchy]

WIP wednesday

Thanks for the tag, @evolnoomym 🙏

The date part 2 snippet

“Missed me baby?” he asked, while grabbing your ass in his hands, his cock pressed against your crotch, his nose in your neck, before kissing you there. He nibbled your earlobe and your eyes already rolled back.  “Tell me, sweetheart.” “Yes. Yeah, I missed you.” “Mmm… you really liked that cock, uh?”

npt: @aurorawritestoescape @toxicanonymity @iamasaddie @mountainsandmayhem @joelmillerisapunk

@sawymredfox @thundermartini @604to647 @schnarfer @for-a-longlongtime

@mermaidgirl30 @ace-turned-confused @magpiepills @bonezone44 @corazondebeskar

@almostfoxglove

[honeyedmiller]

wip wednesday

tysm for the tag my bby @joelsgreys <3

This is something I’ve been working on, slowly but surely. It’s almost done, and it was going to be a surprise drop but honestly I miss being on here and I miss writing. Life has just been so busy. Anyway, here’s a snippet of “Pretty Little Thing”

Hope I can get this up soon along with part four of ABD. Thank you all for being so patient with me as I try to get back into the swing of things.

no pressure tags: @punkshort @endlessthxxghts @ozarkthedog @ilovepedro @javierpena-inatacvest @joeloverture

[josephquinnswhore]

You already know I’m feral for Joel, so this shouldn’t come as a surprise.

🖼️ Of My Own Volition!

🫶🏻 happy to see you writing again! ILY.

I love you Katie <33

Summary: Joel, in his aging body, thinks his performance is incompetent. You reassure him that isn’t the case.

*based on Jackson joel. old daddy vibes.*

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Darlin' need'ta slow down." Droplets of sweat fall from his hairline, cascading down his forehead and onto your bare chest, your own skin felt velvety and warm. A fucking delecatble sight for joels old eyes. Your breasts bouncing as he fucked in and out of you could’ve hypnotised him, even now as his thrusts slowed right down, almost to a stop they didn’t stop bouncing.

Joel had to admit to himself how much he loved your tits, how he wished he hadn’t torn the bra off of you—at least if he had done that he would have more restraint within himself.

"No, no please—I’m so close.. please Joel." You beg, the whine in your voice makes it hard for joel to deny you—to neglect his girl would be a goddamn disrespect to you, so he couldn’t deny you. For a split second he forgot about it, the repercussion.

But with your wide eyes, fucked out face and begging for more.. how could he refuse you?

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Somersaults and Stealing Hearts Masterlist✨

Coach! Joel Miller x gymnast! OFC

A/N: It took me 30 seconds of watching the Olympics for me to come up with this idea and let me tell you, I am BEYOND excited 😍 Thank you to @alltheirdamn and @mountainsandmayhem for letting me scream about this with you and for helping me with ideas 💕 I’m already obsessed with this one!!

Summary: Being a competitive gymnast at UT Austin is nothing short of hard work and dedication, but winning nationals is all I’ve ever wanted, so I stick out the long, grueling practices. When my favorite coach leaves for another job, just when I need her most, another coach has to fill in. And that coach ends up being Joel Miller. The tall, handsome man with pretty brown eyes that I just can’t seem to keep my eyes off. I won’t let an attractive man get me distracted from what I want, but what if I end up wanting him too?

Rating: Explicit 18+ only MDNI

Tags: Eventual smut, slow burn, age gap (Madison is 24, Joel is 39), secret relationship, coach! Joel, gymnast! OFC, enemies to lovers vibes, tags will be updated with every chapter

Part 1: Welcoming the Coach

Part 2: Watch Me

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

[sleepytownzzz]

okayyyyyyy, here are all the wips i’ll probably (extremely sadly) never finish. we’ll see. some of these are a lot older than others and sadly i have no idea how i managed to achieve some of these looks at the time 💀 hope you guys like them thooooo 🫶🏻😘

[fortunethief]

New wip after so many months of not being able to draw cuz art block if a b*tch 🥲🙏🏼 pls be kind 🫶🏻

[penvisions]

screaming, crying, obsessing

series masterlist for this idea can be found here

just came up with a taaaaasty fic idea where reader is the waitress that tommy defends the day of the outbreak. you know the whole family as the waitress of their favorite place to grab lunch or takeout for the crew, to unwind after a long shift or busy day

you’re fighting with the police at the station when joel arrives and they implore you to stay in your home and hide as they drop you off, realizing they might as well have just delivered you to your death as they drive through the city center and see how intense everything is

you mourn the loss of them as you fight and claw your way through the end of the world to end up in jackson just as it’s getting established, nearly bursting into tears when you see tommy and he tells you he’s the only one that made it. mourn the loss of nervous chuckles and the press of fingers against your own as you served joel over the years neither one of you brave enough to cross the invisible line and ask the other out, he was a ray of sunshine in your life

you stumble upon him and tommy during their heated conversation in the tipsy bison, the place you help to run for the settlement. you realize joel is no longer that ray of sunshine but a black hole of a person as his anger flares and mean words flow from him in a way you’d never expect

cue him coming back to jackson with a teenage girl who seems traumatized and settles in for the long haul. but he’s exhausted, more of a dying star now as he’s lived far too much in his life but maybe…just maybe this time you two can connect with each other

gonna call it black hole sun and idk how long it’s gonna be but i am pumped for this idea

[lotusbxtch]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by my lovelies @for-a-longlongtime @arcanefox207 and @nerdieforpedro this week, and probably others last week, sorry if I missed you! I am back from wedded bliss and I’m gonna edge y’all once again with my SoCal to NorCal series Chapter 2.

Smut under the cut!

“See somethin’ y’like, angel?”’Joel teases, his Texas twang always thicker when he’s aroused. His thick thighs are spread wide as he sits on the bed.

“Yes… everything,” you breathe, starting to rub your pussy again.

“Nuh-uh,” Joel tuts, and your fingers immediately stop. “I didn’t tell you that you could touch yourself. Let’s wait until Frankie can join us to have fun.” Your body flushes with more arousal; Joel’s never asked to include Frankie before. But then again, you’d never asked if he wanted to.

As if on cue, the bathroom door squeaks open and Frankie appears, freshly showered, dark curls dripping a bit onto his broad, golden shoulders. A white towel is wrapped around his narrow waist, and he takes a moment to assess what he’s walked into.

“Babygirl, are you getting started without me?” Frankie purrs as he strides towards you, then pauses when he realizes your phone is on the stand and positioned right at your dripping cunt.

“Hey, Frankie,” Joel’s voice floats warmly into the room. “I figured you’d want to watch our girl play with herself, so I made her wait.”

Our girl.

You shiver in arousal — and something else — at the moniker. Your eyes flick to Frankie, a smirk beginning to grace his lips but a bit of hesitation in his eyes. This was all new to him, too.

😏

If you are a fan of Joel’s filthy mouth, you’re in for a treattttt. I’m nearly done with the chapter, just need to write some fluffy, emotional bits and then I can get it beta read and published here! Thanks for sticking with me.

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[milla-frenchy]

wip wednesday thursday

thank you for the tag @evolnoomym @sawymredfox @iamasaddie @multiversed-daydreamer @ace-turned-confused

@magpiepills @bonezone44 @604to647 @kewwrites @mermaidgirl30 🙏❤️

here's a 2nd snippet of my "Joel fucks you in front of your boyfriend Frankie" fic (1st snippet here)

“Let’s check on the rules. Frankie, if you tell me to stop, I’ll stop, no questions asked.” Then he turned to you “what’s your safe word, sweetheart?”

“I’ll use “red” if I want you to stop. “Orange”, if I want you to slow down.”

“Okay. If you use either of those words, depending on the color I’ll stop, or slow down, no questions asked. I want you to know that you have to use them if you don’t feel comfortable. Are we clear?”

You nodded. His expression was serious and solemn, and it reassured you, even though Frankie was going to be there the whole time.

“If you don't use them, I'll consider that you're ok with what I'm doing. Do you agree?”

“Yes, all clear.”

He turned to Frankie.

“Yes, ok.”

Joel looked at you again, and added “And if your mouth's full, tap me on my thigh twice.”

fic's here 🙏

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@schnarfer @pascalssbabyy @lotusbxtch @joelmillerisapunk @aurorawritestoescape

[sugarcoated-lame]

this new wave of joel miller brainrot may have just given me a new fic idea 🤭

so it’s joel x pregnant widow!reader in jackson 👀

some ramblings about it below the cut 🤍

reader’s husband dies on patrol, and she finds out a few weeks later that she’s pregnant

joel and ellie move into jackson when reader is 3-4 months pregnant, no one in town really knows about her pregnancy except for tommy and maria, and the town doctor — she wants to keep it to herself for as long as she can

i’m thinking reader is going to be like the town seamstress?? and joel goes to her to patch up his jacket after he rips it one day out on patrol

joel’s seen her around town in the few weeks he’s been in jackson — always looking sad, and always alone.

he’s immediately drawn to her — her kind voice and demeanor that’s oh so sweet on the surface, but he can see the way her smile doesn’t reach her eyes, the sadness in them.

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idk where I’m going with this or when I’m actually gonna write it, but aaaah i just had to scream about it !!!