M God He Is So FINE!!! I Need Him

M god he is so FINE!!! I need him😫😫😫😫😫

PEDRO PASCAL as AGENT WHISKEY Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017) dir. Matthew Vaughn

its the ✨hands✨for me

New ceramics coming to the shop on September 30th!!

Really enjoying this story!!! Can’t wait for it to get steamy!!! It’s angsty and slow burn🔥🔥🔥

by the grit of sandpaper {masterlist}

Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: Joel Miller is a gruff as they come, the world having changed him for the worst. But settling in Jackson with his brother changed him for the better. He's known around town as someone to help, whether it be with home repairs, construction, and hand carved trinkets. An offhand comment from you inspires him to branch out and create helpful kitchen wares. And it seems everyone has been gifted one from him, except for you. It makes you rethink the casual friendship you had developed with the man that had just begun to expand beyond patrols.

Word Count: 19.7k - ongoing

Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical language, pining, unrequited feelings, joel a little mean in this, heart of gold joel, carpenter joel, woodworking joel, artisan joel, patrol partnership, mild injuries, confessions, lots of feelings, angst, hurt and comfort, joel miller's hands need their own warning, arguing, heated interactions, smut, p in v, unprotected p in v, oral (f and m receiving), jealousy, more to be added as the story develops!

A/N: hinted at this back around the holidays, but will soon be committing time to bring this to life!

ao3 link || main masterlist || ko-fi

fic teaser || fic teaser no.2 || sneakie peek

chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3

Kitten paintings by Meta Plückebaum (Germany, 1876 - 1945)

I need him🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

CNC!Joel x chubby!fem reader? I'd be so happy 🥲

Hello! I'm not currently doing requests for reader body types / appearance, but I hope this works for what you're looking for. master list

Joel Miller CNC (consensual noncon)

Joel x Fem!reader, NSFW 18+ CNC PIV (pre-established consent prior to story), dub-con, unsafe, post-outbreak

You never know when he's going to tenderly make love to you, brutally ravage you, or somewhere in between. You can’t get enough of him regardless, and Joel knows it. When he gets home, you’re sitting on a stool, simmering some broth over the wood stove to go with the jerky tonight. “Hey handsome,” you say without turning away from the wood stove. He doesn’t respond, just takes off his jacket. When you look up at him, he has that dark look in his eyes.

His boots thud as he walks toward you, rolling up his sleeves. The veins on his hands and arms are swollen and he wears even more of a scowl than usual. It must have been a bad day. You swallow and stand up. He looks you up and down and takes a deep breath as you wait, heart racing, fidgeting with a button on your shirt. Then, he walks right into you, and you almost trip on the stool. He pushes you up against the living room wall. His hand wraps around your jaw, and he kisses you forcefully, his tongue invading your mouth while his other hand plunges into your pants.

He grunts in approval when he feels how moist you are, then he takes his fingers from your cunt and puts them in your mouth and you suck while he pins you to the wall with his arousal throbbing into you. He swells harder as you suck his fingers, then he rips your shirt open, sending buttons flying, but you’re used to sewing them back on.

He yanks down your bra and his face dives between your breasts. He uses his big, rough hands to feed himself your tits, devouring them with open-mouth kisses. He grinds his arousal into you, humming "Mmm" into your breasts, with his eyes closed and a pained look on his face.

Then his thick arms wrap around you. It almost feels like an embrace until his strong biceps wrangle you onto the floor. You’re face up on top of an old, thin rug. You say, “The bed would be more-” as you begin to sit up, but he forces you back down on the rug.

He tears your pants and underwear off, then holds you down with one hand on your hip, making it clear you’re not to move. He pulls his pants and boxers down to mid thigh. The sight of his thick, hard cock never fails to send a pang of need right through you, especially with his masculine hand wrapped around it while he readies himself. He forces your legs apart, then aligns himself and plunges all the way into you, no time to adjust. You groan at his girth. He backs out all but the tip then rams into you again. Your eyes prickle, overwhelmed by his length, and your vision gets cloudy as you try to focus on the bounce of his salt and pepper hair.

Meanwhile, he focuses on the bounce of your tits each time he buries himself deep inside you. He leans over you, his denim buttons pressing into your flesh, his dark eyes sending a chill down your spine. Then, he bites and sucks your neck as he pounds you with his cock and his beard scratches your jaw. Soon you feel yourself closing in on your climax.

He fucks you unforgivingly, a primal grunt with each powerful thrust, his pace increasing. The vein in his neck bulges. He growls your name into your neck and it sends you over the edge. You clench around him and moan. You try to kiss him and he won’t let you. He pounds you through your orgasm, then pulls out. He pumps himself twice then his hot creamy seed spills onto your stomach.

His chest rises and falls as he catches his breath. He taps your thigh affectionately and lets you sit up. Then he kisses you tenderly, cupping your cheek in his hand.

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all joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea