Dieter Fucking Bravo.

Dieter fucking Bravo.

Give me that chaotic trash panda so I can FIX HIM!

do you ever become obsessed with a character and you just go "of fucking course its that one" at yourself because you are so incredibly predictable

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This… 😮‍💨

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take a guess (your father should know)

warning(s): explicit 18+, smut, daddy kink, plot with porn, marijuana, alcohol mention, wet & messy, dbf!joel, age difference, daddy issues, etc.

combining two requests cause why not! and doing a lil bit more plot than usual cause also why not. enjoy enjoy the filth! this one’s riddled with daddy issues sooo

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joel, your father’s infamous ex-best friend has flipped your expectations of him right on your head enough times to where you couldn’t keep count or track. you’d expected at the tender age of forty-three he’d be married raising teenagers — but no. instead he had blended in more with the artsy, eccentric loner-type.

had spared you questionably long gazes under that thick beard, undoubtedly hiding some natural crow’s feet. he wore his age and his experience on his shoulders and exuded a particular, unique nonchalance that left a long lasting impression on you. especially when your father first befriended him.

college started right around the corner around the time you started seeing him swing by to drink and play guitar with your dad pretty frequently. granting you a nod of his head while he kept a toothpick to chew on between his lips.

while you lived in your childhood bedroom, still skating through all your general ed classes your first year he had already stopped coming around. you didn’t have the heart to ask your dad whatever had happened, but his name alone became taboo around the house, leaving his brooding looks and exceptionally broad shoulders nothing but a mere memory to you.

all’s you heard around town now was that after him and your father had a falling out, joel seemingly resumed his familiarly isolated lifestyle. only hanging around town alone or with his brother tommy, and you imagine little else being interesting beyond that. he didn’t ever even go on a date to your knowledge.

that being said, it still left you a blubbery-stomach’d mess to see him again in the flesh for the first time in over two years at your local coffee shop on a lucky tuesday.

looking about as rugged and worn in as expected, tired bags and a matching stern disposition still present in him when he orders his coffee — black with two sugars. flannel, cross between grunge and lumberjack while those same arms you remember all those years ago still bulge through every shirt.

the trepidation of going up to him suffocates you. it’s challenging not to feel as if you’re some fan bothering him for an autograph when you go up towards where he sat alone to say your long awaited hello.

the gruff resting frown-face turned into a warm smile at an instant once he looked up and identified who it is that’s just approached him.

the words he used and the way he used them still to this day force this feeling of unadulterated electricity down your spine and straight through your core. only alleviated by rubbing your thighs together could you reminisce about the first time he looked up; smiled, grabbed tight on your shoulders to bring you in for a welcoming hug and said—

“hey there, pretty lady. s’been too long since I’ve seen this face,” he smiles. cheeky while those arms start to squeeze you.

joel gave you his number and told you to ’reach out to him sometime’.

taking forty-eight hours just to gain the courage, you swallowed any vile insecurities stopping you from going after what you want. what you’ve craved ever since.

the first hangout felt casual in nature. joel had cracked open two beers for both of you while you binged horror comedies in his living room. you bonded over his intense and impressive record collection, the vast amount of genres he collected and listened to was yet another reason you’d fallen deep into your attraction to him.

right as summer was barely beginning to set in, you’d say you were at a point where you’ve had plenty of innocent nights with joel at his flat.

but it wasn’t until the hot nights started creeping in that things started to turn around and change.

he started smoking weed with you after he learned that you’d picked up the habit long before college to have a toke and release some stress. you can remember the state of his red cheeks when you told him how some strains make you really horny.

you thought you had no sure shot in hell of one little comment to have you ending up with your panties in his mouth, that gigantic fucking cock you’ve fantasized about now pulsing right between your thighs so gorgeously, and making his mark right inside your wet little walls.

of course he could read the bewilderment and excitement swirled together expression glued onto your face when he’s inching his boxers down his muscular thighs and whipping out his fat cock. to start masturbating. in front of you.

your dad’s old best friend, whom he’d had this mysterious falling out with — the details never spared to you by either of the men. but considering how nasty and deep and hard he’s pounding into you, it had to have been something substantial.

that first time, he had taken you and fucked you right on the couch of his living room, had you whimpering sheepishly down into the pillows while his cock was slowly shoving its way fully inside. balls deep.

“didn’t think you’d end up like this tonight, huh slutty girl? didn’t think your pussy would be begging to take all this?”

you came and trembled after the dirty words left his lips. he kept his cock nudged in the most exquisite spot. milking your pussy all around him for both your simultaneous pleasures.

it was clear why you couldn’t stop coming back after that. joel had a cock that treated you damn good in bed. he’d always whisper filth and moan obscenities every single time he slithered his way back into your panties. always watched you with those lingering, eager eyes that scan your entire body.

he started to call himself daddy the third time you came over. it was enough to make you squeal, hearing his deep, low gruff refer to himself as your play parental figure as his fingers rub your clit in addicting circles. lying to your friends, you say you don’t get turned on by calling a man, especially an older man your daddy. it felt corny, and performative, and overtly pornagraphic.

but when he ducks his face between your legs, and lays his first kiss onto your beating pulsing clit with his arms keeping you pinned to his tongue — you can’t help but writhe and moan joel’s newfound nickname.

tonight wasn’t any different. he’d taken you twice already today, once early in the morning and another time an hour ago after he rubbed your back and made you breakfast.

now he’s spreading your exposed sopping lips to gape you open with two of his fingers, humming approvingly at the drips spilling down your pussy and staining your sticky inner thighs.

“yeah sugar, let’s open that beautiful pussy back up. mhm. daddy’s never finished with you—needs you too much.”

his bare cock slaps against an ass cheek, almost demanding its way back in. so veiny and swollen like he didn’t unload inside you an hour ago, the length of it bobbing back and forth with the chilling movements of his hips.

“feel all that? it’s gotta all go back inside you baby. taking you again. s’many times as your daddy wants.”

you gulp and say nothing, do nothing. just staying pliant and wide open for him when he’s in daddy mode.

“let’s feel up what’s dripping outta you babygirl. oh, fuck. still so messy and pretty down here. I’ll clean you up after this round.”

blushing at the promise of taking care of you in any way, you feel your heartbeat in your pussy riling you up again. slapping his cock against you another few times as he strokes it, awestruck by the sight before him and the way your pussy clenched and glistened responding to him. his dick grows while the globe of the tip glazes your hole creating a loud long squish.

the gushing stimulation overwhelms him and thrills him. feeling it directly inside you how hard your pussy came before he wanted to fuck you some more.

“feels so good around daddy’s dick. she’s so nice n’ creamy for me.” he whispers through a long stretch of heavy breathing.

after his taut heavy balls were resting on your clit, you felt his entire length sliding snug inside you up to your belly button. he slides all the way out before intentionally ramming right back in. your legs have already started to shake on him. giving out as his hip motions help his cock locate every one of your spots while your old cum starts to really smear his dick.

harmonic wet slapping at rapid pacing had joel bulging with delight. thrusting every inch he was blessed with, having your mess combining with both your inner thighs getting coated with spend from the contact. joel almost can’t stand the sight of it without fucking cumming, busting his load to mix your cream with his. see and touch your swollen, exhaustingly pretty pussy. once he zeros in on every thrust, watching him enter and leave your body again and again shoves him off the ledge of control.

“daddy’s n-not—not gonna last, sweet fuck you’re squeezing my cock. mmm, that’s my babygirl, she knows exactly how to make daddy feel good.”

you’re a riled up mess beneath him, pushing back onto his cock to meet him in the middle as he slams it in at an outrageous pace. you could tell that he wasn’t lying, that your pussy truly did a number on him. he found his weakness every single time he either spread your thighs and went down on you or slid his member in all the way home.

“shit, here it comes—fuck! oh….. tell—tell daddy you love him. please.”

you don’t (and can’t) halt any of your wailing underneath him, still squeezing on his cock and hopping up and down. following directions felt so natural, so easy with him.

you clench as you ride him while he’s now stunned still.

“I love you, daddy. I need to have your cum in my pussy. please. I need as many as you’ll give me, mmmdaddy—please!”

joel knows it’s over for him now.

he can’t hold it back after he stammers, “y’gonna let daddy cum m’all over this innocent little pussy? ruin that perfect daughter image, huh good girl?”

joel’s cock twitches and jolts while his cum load fills you up to the very brim, the milky mess of it already trailing down after he’d emptied it.

you cum at the same time he’s twitching inside you, yelling his name and his nickname while you convulse all around the length of him.

“s’right. yeah, release it all over me baby. wanna make you feel good like that. that’s it, keep taking what you need. I’ll take it out whenever you’re ready,” he pants, giving you the lightest of spanks while you bask in the high of your afterglow.

slowly becoming aware of the utter mess in and around your legs along with his, you attempt to catch your breath and hold onto the pillow before giving him the green light to pull out. joel is delicate, always gentle with you as he exits your body, leaving behind his juices swishing with yours. a picture perfect image he can’t help but drink in the sight, before literally going down and sticking his face in to drink and lick your thighs and your opening clean. the hot tongue swirls so gently, wiggling everywhere to clean and worship you while you pull his hair and scream daddy.

when you cum pathetically hard on him again, he pulls the plug for real by grabbing a washcloth to wipe his dick and your legs before plopping himself down to snake a joint to light up.

your arm wraps itself securely around his toned torso. feeling his heart beating wildly out of his chest from the thrill of having you again makes you bury an unstoppable smile creeping up.

joel rubs your back, in his own world, taking easy tokes off the nearly baseball bat sized spliff. the smoke slowly floats out of the cracked window. his fingers that surely still had remnants of you all over them ash the joint in a cup on his side table before turning towards you in a fresh haze, raising a brow in offering a hit.

it burns your throat but he has a cold glass of water readily available. some odd number puffs later you both feel the unwinding, even if his dick alone had a similar effect on you.

“f’you wanna cum again, you lemme know. I’ll take care of you,” joel whispers, tracing absentminded shapes on your skin, dreamily drinking you in. “know how to fuck every last thought out f’this pretty little head.”

a worn out smile is all you have in you to answer, and he surprises you with a brief kiss on your head before ashing the remaining spliff in the cup and resumes his way of aftercare on you.

it’s risky to ask what you incline on asking him, but after the cloudy fog comes it eases your brain of the real world consequences. you rub his chest while you’re asking it, softly —

“what ever happened between you and him?”

after it leaves your mouth you have no way of guessing how joel will react. if his walls will come up, or if he’ll let them all down for once and reveal it to you.

it hangs in the air for an awkward several seconds, as if he’s unsure how to react either. but when he does, he kisses your forehead longer this time and squeezes your shoulder protectively.

joel’s voice is hoarse but gentle when he shrugs and murmurs, “think by now you can take a guess.”

your eyes don’t ever leave to stop observing him, his bed head you tugged on, his lips you’ve kissed and finished on. it’s undeniable how beautiful this man is, and how baffled you are at what he’s insinuating.

“we both know you aren’t a damn kid. you’re an adult, one that can make decisions,” he states, looking up at the ceiling before shaking his head and going back in for another smoke. he inhales another cloud all to blow it out and whisper like it’s still a secret,

“if I wanted to make a.. a move, it wasn’t gonna be in that vicinity of his. n’I could see how you deserve to be treated better, treated with—with care,” he stutters. offers you some more that you accept, hastily taking more puffs and filling your lungs with smoke.

“I mean, baby am I wrong? about him? about you deserving better?”

joel’s tone is littered in desperation. a worry that you feel immediately invested to soothe for him. scratching his scalp and rubbing his arms to show him what you’re trying to tell him.

you mirror his shrug from earlier, looking at him in his glassy eyes before kissing his knuckle and answering, “I think we can both guess.”

it’s evident in those furrowed angry brows, and shiny striking stare that it pains joel to hear that but also only makes him want to readily be there for you; fuck all the stress and all the worry out of you every day that you want it.

“it isn’t right. wanting you like this… but I’m helpless to it, to you…”

his little speech trails off into nothing while his lips start to drift to your neck and take turns nibbling and kissing.

joel nearly cries outright at the feeling of your touch stroking him again, feeling the blood rushing straight down to his cock, growing substantially quicker in size for you.

“yeah, babygirl. that’s your cock. do anything you want to this cock. daddy’ll allow it,” he breathes. you gaze up at him while he hurriedly lights the same leftover joint right back up again, hitting it while your tongue explores the underside of the veins of his dick.

“fucking perfect,” joel can’t help but marvel. blowing smoke down to shotgun it at you, breathing in his hit as you tease his member.

“m’helpless to you too. I need this,” you confess, sinking your lips down on the head and giving him a good long suck. joel’s hips stutter as his tip leaks pre-cum, directly landing right on your tongue. “I can’t live without your cum, daddy. I can’t.”

“oh, shhh…. shhh, daddy knows, daddy knows baby, you’re ‘bout to make me fucking cum doing that….”

just then your mouth travels further down and suckles down onto each of those mouthwatering balls, lightly tugging for more sloppy friction.

joel howls and mewls, spanking your ass while you continue your suckling and drink up his thick load one more time for the night before tomorrow, when you’ll both wake up and do it all over again.

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I am not a morning person but I’d make an exception if Joel woke me up like that! 😍

Wake Up Call

Joel Miller x Female Reader

pre-outbreak Joel x reader

All of my works are 18+ minors dni!

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Joel knows you’re not a morning person, so he often loves to help you wake up in way that you’ll both enjoy.

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slow, sleepy morning smut with Joel :)

WC: 3200

Warnings: i’m terrible at titles and summaries i know, this is basically just smut (18+), established relationship, fluff, cuddly joel, smut, somnophilia (kinda?), oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, biting ? (joel bites reader’s shoulder once), a hint of overstimulation, use of a few pet names (sweetheart, darlin’, baby), no use of y/n or description of reader’s physical appearance, moodboard is not indicative of reader’s appearance, joel’s morning voice and joel saying “good girl” in said morning voice deserve a warning. let me know if there’s any I missed! x

a/n: this was my first time writing an actual fic for Joel, so please be nice <3 this was based on some thots that I wrote for an ask that my beloved @sebsxphia sent me 🧡 this was so self-indulgent and I had such a fun time writing it and making the moodboard, I hope y’all enjoy reading!! happy reading, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated 🧡

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It’s a Monday morning like any other. The sun is still rising in the sky, languidly illuminating the world in its hazy golden glow, and you find yourself waking up the same way you do most mornings as of late.

Eyes slowly blinking open to the steadily brightening light that’s begun to make its way through the too-sheer curtains that cover Joel’s bedroom window, a broad chest pressed to your back, and soft breaths blown into the crook of your neck and moving a few strands of your hair along with them.

A strong arm is wrapped around your middle; one big palm splayed across the skin of your belly beneath your—his— t-shirt while the other rests underneath your pillow.

You’re growing used to waking up to Joel’s warmth radiating through you with all the nights you spend in his bed these days, his legs entangled with yours beneath the blankets that had been kicked further down the bed in the night, the extra warmth not needed when you’re completely encapsulated by the furnace that is Joel.

It’s still early as the two of you begin to stir, a while yet before either one of your alarms are set to go off and pull you from the comfort of each other’s embrace and Joel’s plush bed, and into readying yourselves for the upcoming workday.

 The arm around your waist tightens as you slowly begin to wake. Joel burrows further into the crook of your neck, scruffy beard tickling at the skin of your shoulder where his shirt has fallen loose in your sleep, the action one that’s grown to be of great comfort for you.  

Joel’s always been an early riser. All the nights spent together over the months that you’ve been together now, he’s always woken up before you.

He has an alarm clock, but you never understand why he bothers to set it in the first place. His internal clock is always waking him up naturally as the sun comes up, and approximately thirty minutes before Sarah wakes up for school.

Not that you’re complaining, though, because you’ve come to appreciate the slow and natural way you wake up with Joel.

His flurry of kisses to any patch of bare skin he can find, and the warmth of his broad chest pressed against your back always wake you up gently. It’s a routine you’ve come to love, miles better than any loud alarm.

Though Joel can never seem to sleep later than the sun, he loves it because it means he gets to spend a few extra moments just admiring your peacefully sleeping form.

He knows you’re not a morning person, that you love your sleep and hate nothing more than to be woken up by the shrill ringing on an alarm.

So, another benefit of Joel waking up before you is that he gets to wake you up slowly, gently, snuggling into you and littering your skin with kisses that he knows will bring about that sleepy smile that he loves so much as you begin to stir.

Joel’s morning voice is gruff and somehow even deeper than it already is normally as he turns to nuzzle his nose into your neck, pressing a feather soft kiss to the skin just below your ear.

“Mornin’ sweetheart. How’d you sleep?”

In your still half-asleep state, you just barely grace him with a sleepy hum of acknowledgement before pressing your body back against his, cuddling further into his warmth and beginning to drift off again, not quite ready to wake up yet.

Since Joel knows that getting up early is not even close to your favorite thing to do, he often loves to wake you in a way that he knows you’ll both enjoy.

So, it’s no surprise to you when you begin to be pulled further from your slumber by the feeling of his arms retreating from around you, the loss of the comforting heat of his body against yours causing the tiniest of whimpers to escape your lips.

Joel smirks—though he knows you can’t see it through your still-closed eyes—those strong arms turning you onto your back before his body is sliding further down the bed.

Before you know it, gentle kisses are being pressed to your knees, leading a trail up to your inner thighs, the wiry hairs of his beard scratching lightly against your skin as he makes his way up towards where your panty-covered core has already begun to flutter in anticipation.

Calloused palms reach under your thighs and they’re no sooner being parted by the width of Joel’s broad shoulders, his plush lips pecking along the skin where your thigh meets your hip. Languidly making their way up to your hip bones, dotting a sweet kiss to both before descending.

Nosing along the cotton of your underwear, Joel sends a shudder through your entire body when he brushes over the damp spot that’s begun to darken the fabric.

Taking in your heady scent with a groan, his lips press a single kiss there before the warmth of his tongue laves against your seam through the thin fabric and pulls another sleepy whine from your parted lips.

Joel’s rough fingers dip under the waistband as he reaches up to pull them down your thighs, letting out a low groan as he slowly reveals your core, all pretty and glistening just for him.

You’re still not fully awake when he licks into you. His tongue white hot as it licks a broad stripe up to your clit, mixed with the pleasant burn of his facial hair scraping against the soft skin of your inner thighs, has your hips bucking against his mouth and quiet whimpers leaving your lips even in your still-sleepy state. Joel can’t help but growl at the taste of you.

His strong arms wrap around your thighs to hold you in place, to keep you open wide for him as he fucks you with his tongue, and it’s only when he sucks your sensitive bundle of nerves between those plush lips that you fully awaken on a broken cry.

With your eyes squeezed shut now from pleasure, one of your hands reaches down blindly into his soft, sleep-mussed curls as his tongue swirls around your clit in firm, tight circles.

You’re already getting close to reaching your high when your eyes finally open and you peer down to see Joel.

The bottom half of his face is slightly obscured under the covers as he makes his way back down to your entrance—the tip of his nose brushing against your clit and rendering you dizzy while his tongue laps up the gush of arousal there, and those deep, chocolate eyes boring into your sleep-hazy ones as one hand leaves your thigh so that one of his thick fingers can join his tongue.

Joel turns to press a kiss to your inner thigh, and you can feel his slight smirk against your skin along with the tickle of his beard as he murmurs a quiet “Mornin’, baby.”

The deep, raspy drawl of his morning voice has you clenching down around his finger as it pushes into you, pulling a breathy whine from you as your own fingers tighten their hold in his hair, and you’re barely able to get out a shaky good morning back to him.

In the tranquil, early morning quiet of Joel’s bedroom, you both can hear just how wet you are for him. The deep groan he lets out mixes with your breathless cries as you both listen to the squelch of his digit sliding in and out of you.

“Ya hear that?” Joel’s lips press again to your inner thigh. “So wet for me, darlin’. Were you dreaming of me?”

It’s all you can do in your hazy state to let out a hum of agreement and nod, not trusting your voice as his words and his thick finger pull you closer to that edge.

Joel’s cheek still rests along the smooth skin of your thigh as he turns his gaze upward to watch your face while his finger continues its ministrations. He nearly growls at the sight—your head thrown back and hair spread messily across his pillows. Brows furrowed and eyes clenched shut in pleasure, your perfect lips parted and letting out the prettiest sounds as he works you over.

“Joel— fuck.” You can’t help the desperate moan that escapes your parted lips as Joel adds in a second finger and crooks them just right. Turning your face into the pillows to quiet the sound—his daughter is still sleeping right down the hall, after all—your hips buck toward him of their own volition and push his fingers even deeper as they prod against that spongy spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

“Doing so good for me, baby.’ Joel praises with one last peck to your thigh, before he turns his head to press a lingering kiss to your swollen clit that sends a jolt up your spine.  

Then, he’s trailing back down toward your entrance, drawing another gasp from you as the tip of his nose just barely grazes your clit. You can’t help but whine at the loss of his fingers as Joel pulls them from your core, your walls clenching around nothing for only a moment before the warmth of his tongue takes their place.

Joel laps up some of your wetness with a groan that sends shockwaves through your core before his tongue presses back into you. The warm, wet muscle glides through your walls, in and out, and you find yourself whimpering in frustration at the feeling—oh so good, but not quite full enough.

It’s enough to have your hands relinquishing their hold on his locks and scrambling to pull him up the bed by his shoulders and begging him to fuck you.

“Joel, please. Need you now, baby!” Your voice sounds breathless and borderline frantic, and Joel can’t help but feel a little pride in just how worked up you get for him.

“Need—”

He cuts off your desperate pleas with a bruising kiss, pulling a needy sound from deep in your throat at the taste of yourself on his lips as they meet yours.

Joel parts from you to glance at the clock on his nightstand. He knows you’ve probably got about twenty minutes now before you each have to get ready for your respective days—before Sarah wakes up for school, and she’ll be knocking on his door to make sure that he’s up and ready to take her there before he heads to work.

Plenty of time to give you what you need.

Joel takes a moment to admire your features—pretty eyes still bleary from sleep, bottom lip swollen from his kiss and from being bitten between your teeth as you tried to keep your moans quiet. Chest heaving slightly in anticipation, nipples pebbled underneath the loose fabric of his t-shirt as you wait for him to make the next move.

He leans in to give you one more lingering kiss, his tongue parting your lips and meeting yours in a languid swirl that leaves you feeling dizzy when he pulls away.

Joel shifts back onto his knees, and you have half a mind to protest him being so far from you before his hands are meeting your hips.

“Turn over, baby.” He instructs you softly, those strong hands moving you with a surprising gentleness as he guides you to lay on your stomach.

You lie with your cheek pressed to the pillow, fingers digging into the sheets underneath it, your body tingling with anticipation as you wait for him to touch you.

Joel hastily removes his boxers, biting back a deep groan as he gives his already-throbbing length that’s been neglected until now a few firm strokes, spreading the precum that’s pearling at the tip as he watches your thighs clench with need.

You feel the calloused palms of his hands begin to trail the back of your thighs, and up slowly over your ass, fingers pushing up the hem of his much too-big t-shirt that you wore to bed along with them and making you shiver as they expose the smooth planes of your back.

Joel’s hands slide back down to part your thighs and make room for him, lifting your hips just slightly, and then he’s positioning himself over you.

With his broad chest pressed to your back once again and your spread thighs bracketing his, he reaches down to run his cock through your folds, gathering up your slick and pulling sharp gasps from you both as his tip bumps against your clit, before he notches himself against your entrance.

His body is a comforting weight against your back, the both of you letting out simultaneous sounds of pleasure and relief as Joel pushes into you slowly. His face rests in the crook of your neck and he groans at the way your tight, wet walls envelope him just right, the muscles already clenching around him as he waits to move.

Hips pressed to your ass while he gives you a moment to adjust to his length, Joel revels in the way you whine at the fullness of him. It’s always a stretch to accommodate his size, but you always take him so well.

“Mm—move, Joel. Please, baby.”

Your words and your hips attempting to buck back against him under his weight are enough for Joel to start moving, arms bracing beside you as he pulls his own hips back, slamming back into you in one quick thrust.

“Fuck!” You bury your face in the pillows to muffle your moans as Joel begins a steady pace.

All of your senses are completely surrounded by him—his scent on the silky fabric of his pillowcase, the hairs of his beard scratching at the column of your neck as he quietly grunts and moans into your ear, the weight of his strong body pressing you into the sheets as his cock fills you up and quickly pulls you back toward the edge of that cliff, more than ready to fall off.

Joel’s lips begin a trail of kisses all along your neck and up to your ear so he can whisper directly into it, that deep drawl of his eliciting a downright sinful mewl from your lips.

“So good for me, sweetheart. Always feel so good.”

His praise has your walls clamping down around him tighter as Joel fucks you slow and deep into the mattress. Both his words and his hips stuttering as he drives into you, bringing you both closer and closer to your highs every time his length prods against that spot inside you that makes you feel like you’re going to come undone.

“So, fuck—fuckin’ tight.” Joel groans as he buries his nose in your hair.

One of his large hands reaches out to cover one of your own that’s still tightly gripping the sheets, the other snaking its way beneath your body to find your clit and you shudder underneath him as the speed of his thrusts begins to quicken.

Face still buried in the pillows, your desperate cries of Joel’s name are muffled as he works you closer to the edge. The feeling of his cock dragging through your slick walls and filling you oh so deep, and the rough pads of his fingers circling your clit, leave your mind feeling hazy—and not because you’re still sleepy.

Joel can tell that you’re close from the way that your moans have shifted into breathless, broken cries, your cunt clamping down around his cock in a vice-like grip that’s driving him to the brink right along with you.

“Such a good girl for me,” He pauses to press a gentle kiss just behind your ear before he continues. “Need ya to come, baby.”

Joel’s words of encouragement, along with his deft fingers speeding up in their assault on your clit, have you falling over the edge with a sob of his name.

“Good girl.” He mutters close to your ear as his hips continue to piston against your backside, fingers still rubbing your clit and leaving you a writhing mess underneath him.

Your loud cries are softened as you bite down on the pillow below you when the pleasure borders on overstimulation. You feel so full as Joel continues to fuck you nice and deep, working you through your orgasm as he begins chasing his own.

With your release soaking his cock, and the velvety walls of your cunt practically strangling his length, his hips begin to falter in their rhythm and it’s only a few more thrusts before Joel reaches his peak.

Pressing impossibly deeper into you, he leans in to bite down on your shoulder through the fabric of your t-shirt to muffle his moans as he coats your spasming walls with his cum.

Joel’s deep, throaty moans mix with your softer sighs as his hips gradually come to a stop, still buried deep inside you as his fingers leave your oversensitive bundle of nerves, hand now retreating from beneath you as he lets his weight slump against you for just a moment.

With a few more kisses to the side of your head, Joel makes his way back down to your neck, and then to your shoulder where his lips press tenderly to where he knows is probably now a bite mark under your shirt, before he slowly pulls out of you.

The weight of him leaves you as he moves back onto his knees on the mattress, taking a moment to admire the mess of you both between your legs.

Joel then reaches for the box of tissues on his nightstand, grabbing a few to clean up the mix of your releases that’s begun to leak out of your core, tossing them into the trash can beside his bed and moving to turn you onto your back.

Body pliant and sated, and practically melting into the mattress, Joel can’t help but chuckle at you as leans down to meet your lips in a kiss so sweet it has you sighing against him.  

It’s only a few moments after you’ve finished, after he lays back down on the bed and pulls you onto his bare chest, that the alarm goes off with the shrill signal that it’s time to start the day.

With a groan, you look up from your spot lying against Joel’s chest to see him already gazing down at you, a small smirk lifting the corner of his lips as he reaches a hand up to run through your hair.

“Guess it’s time to wake up, sweetheart.”

With a dramatic roll of your eyes, your head flops back down onto his pec with another huff of disagreement and the two of you share a breathless laugh before Joel moves to shut off the alarm.

And, though you won’t admit it, you definitely wouldn’t mind an early wake-up call if you got to wake up like this every morning.

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Aaaaah thank you for reading!! Don’t hesitate to leave a comment or reblog if you enjoyed! x

tagging everyone who reblogged the original post that this was based on 🧡 : @seitmai @givemeth @lumoverheaven @fangirlbang @onceupona-happilyeverafterlove @regalwhovianbrowncoat774 @twoheartscanyon @sunblchdfly @caffeinated-idiot @fandomimagines2023

and a few others moots who i think may be interested 🫶🏼 : @softiedingo @joelsgreys @gasolinerainbowreads @thepascalofus @ilovepedro

Wow! The nerve! Also, just moved this story to the top of my list, hour and a half of my time? Worth it. Also included the AO3 link?! Had no idea that even existed! Don’t mind if I do

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Joel x Reader: Public Service Announcement

At the risk of ME being the one in the wrong here and subsequently receiving backlash, I'm still going to stick my neck out and give a warning to anyone who is ONLY interested in reading Joel/Reader and NOT Joel ultimately ending up with anyone else.

DO NOT READ Guilty Pleasure by @for-a-longlongtime which is also on AO3 here.

This fic is being falsely advertised as dbf!Joel Miller x Reader and no amount of "plot twist" justifies being conned into wasting an hour and a half of your life reading something that doesn't interest you.

Not cool.

ETA: I knew I'd get backlash but if I help just one person, I'm happy with that.

I don’t know much, but I do know that Joel Miller is that dad who says he’s resting his eyes on the couch and refuses to let go of the remote while he snores like a banshee.

If you see this and wanna play, consider yourself tagged 😘

I don't know much but I know Joel Miller moans when he cums

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Hehehe.... @greenwitchfromthewoods

I had multiple people tag me in this as well that I can't even remember who all did and I'm just now getting around to doing it but I'm a music lover through and through so held onto these so I could still participate

Walk Around the Club- Treal Lee

Beautiful Things- Benson Boone

Save Me- Jelly Roll

LUNCH- Billie Eilish

Stick Season

anyone who sees this and feels like starting it up again. Knock yourself out!