*walks In Lazily*

*walks in lazily*

Oh! Well hello! I had no clue I walked waltzed right into your ask box! 😏

Well, since I'm here already, I have a request.

You remember those Crush/Fanta soda flavored lip balm? What if y/n had a grape flavored and as a mean tease, she just up and kissed Donnie just so he can "taste" her balm?

One day, after about a week of pure torture for the poor purple terrapin, y/n complains about her long, thick ass hair while she's applying that same cursed grape soda flavored lip balm. She comments about cutting her hair short (much to Donnie's dislike, he can't get enough of your hair girl!) and he reminded her why she should keep the long hair and to buy more of that scandalous lip balm. NSFW!

Have fun, my dear sister!

Mercedes~

@sketch-and-write-lover 💓💓

‼️Warning‼️: NSFW under the cut, minors DNI!!

Characters are of age(18+)

You had recently gotten yourself a pack of flavored lip balm, you saw trends on YouTube where YouTubers would blindfold their partners, kiss them and then have them guess the flavor.

It seemed legit and you wanted to try them out and see if they really did taste like the foods/drinks they were flavored after so you ordered yourself a packet of soda flavored lip balms. The variety had so much from coke to sprite! You gasped upon seeing the Fanta flavored soda balms, Fanta was a really good soda you will admit. And even better? There was a grape flavored fanta balm!

You took the balm out of the packet and held it up closely, smiling softly as the colour reminded you of your purple clad boyfriend. You opened up the tube and carefully applied it to your lips, rubbing your lips together before lightly licking your lip a bit.

Oh that tasted good, almost exactly like the actual soda! Damn they really weren’t lying about these things..

As you smiled wide at the taste running through your mouth, your mind suddenly thought of your boyfriend. You definitely need to show Donnie this! And with that you were on your way to the sewers.

As you entered, you quickly applied some of your lip balm once more before pushing the tube into your pocket. You waved to the brothers as you walked past them and they greeted you in return. As you walked into the lab you could hear a bit of noise accompanied by the murmurs of your boyfriend talking to himself as he worked. You smiled to yourself at the sight of him, he’s so cute. You gently tapped his shoulder and smiled brightly as he quickly turned around “oh y/n you scared me” he laughed nervously and pushed his goggles above his head, placing his glasses on his face once more.

You let out a soft laugh and happily stepped closer “guess what” you started to which he slightly tilted his head “by the sound of your tone of voice, you’re excited, so it has to be something good” he chuckles and sat down on his chair, relaxing for a bit as you nod happily. “I bought something and it arrived today” you simply explained to which he nodded “and that is?” He questions with curiosity laced into his voice. “A flavored lip balm! And it tastes just like the drink it was flavored to be as!” You excitedly announced to which he smiled, he loved seeing you happy. “What’s the flavor?” Donnie rests his arms on his arm rests, clearly intrigued by the topic. You would grin cheekily in return “hm..why don’t you..find out” you would mumble with a slightly flirty tone to your voice, resting your hands on his lap and leaning forward. The green turtle would be thrown off guard by your sudden change of tone and actions, being extremely flustered.

If turtles could blush then his cheeks would be bright red..

Before he could respond, you quickly pressed your lips against his for a few seconds before pulling away. He was stunned to say the least, you guys have kissed before but this straight forward flirting flustered him big time. You would point to your own lips and lick them slightly as a gesture for him to do the same. After a few seconds he slowly yet hesitantly ran his tongue between his lips. His eyebrow bones raised as he tasted the flavored balm, was this..grape flavored soda?

The turtle would slowly snap out of his flustered trance and mumble “is this…grape soda?” You would nod with a smile on your lips “mhm!”

Before the purple clad turtle could say anything further, you moved back and hummed to yourself “pretty sweet right? I think I found my new favorite!” You grinned a little too brightly before turning and walking out of his lab “hey Mikey want to play Sonic Adventure?” He could hear you call to his younger brother. Donnie would blink a few times before rubbing his temples, good god what was that..

~ 💜 ~

It has been a whole week since you first got that flavored lip balm and it has been an absolute week of hell for the purple clad turtle. It’s day after day of teasing with that god forsaken lip ointment. Donnie was slowly losing his patience but he kept it together, wanting to let you have your fun.

Today tho, donnie wasn’t feeling as patient as usual. He was watching as you talked about your day while combing through your hair with your fingers. As you pushed the hair over your shoulders, you pulled out your balm and started applying it. Donnie gripped his arm rest a bit tightly but suddenly paused upon hearing the words ‘cut’ and ‘hair’.

What? Wait wait..

“I’m sorry dove, can you repeat” donnie spoke up to which you smiled and rubbed your lips together a bit from applying the lip ointment. “Oh I was thinking about cutting my hair” you said cooly to which he sat up properly “wait why?” He questions. Your hair was so long, beautiful and just so lovely..why would you want to do that? “Well somedays it tends to get in my way or just not cooperate so I was thinking about..you know” you would laugh a little and make a scissor gesture with your fingers.

Donnie shook his head and gently pulled you to sit on his lap “but if you cut it I won’t have anything to play with or braid..or tug” he mumbles the last part quietly to which you blushed a bit, a red tint making its way onto your cheeks. “Yeah?..” you quietly mumbled to which he nodded a little, running his larger fingers through your locks “I love your hair like this..” he suddenly messily held your hair into a messy ponytail with one hand, slightly tugging your head back “and like this..” he stared down at you as you let out a small whimper. His voice was slightly raspy, his tone going from soft to a bit rough.

You looked up at him with submissive eyes, almost begging him for more to which he let out a deep chuckle. “You seem to like that..” he mutters as if he wasn’t aware of the many times he’s done it in bed with you. You slowly moved your head forward as your boyfriend released your long locks from his firm grasp. You were at a loss for words, too flustered to mutter anything in return. Donatello smirked to himself, his eyes trailing your form which was seated on his lap. As your back was facing him, you couldn’t see his smug expression plus..you were too flustered to face him.

Without warning, Donnie turned you around to face him which resulted in you straddling his lap. His hand gently cupped your jaw, his thumb running along your cheek before gently pulling your bottom lip down a bit. “Also..” he starts, his other hand falling to your lower hip. You piped up a bit and looked at him intently to which he chuckles a little under his breath “don’t think I forgot about what you’ve been doing all week..” he finishes, referring to your none stop teasing with that lip balm of yours. You slightly swallowed some built up saliva in your throat and gathered some courage up to answer him “doing what?..” you slightly played dumb, you wanted confirmation that you were both on the same page. “Don’t play dumb now..You think you can tease me with that little lip balm of yours?” He coos a little, leaning his face forward a bit. As you went to move your head back in reaction to him moving forward, his large hand moved from cupping your jaw to holding the back of your head, keeping you in place.

“Not so fast..” Donnie muttered, his gaze going from locking with your eyes to trailing down to your lips. “How about I get another taste hm?” He added and without waiting for an answer, he locked his lips with yours. You kissed back almost immediately, closing your eyes and relaxing your body in his hold.

Donatello was always a sweet and soft lover but this..this was different and you liked it.

Both of your lips moved against each other in a heated manner, parting for a second to get a breath or two before locking once more. You suddenly felt your boyfriend’s tongue run along your bottom lip, asking for entrance into your mouth. You slightly parted your lips and let out a shaky breath as you felt his wet muscle swirl around yours. Donnie’s free hand which was resting on your hip started moving, trailing to your thigh then ass, cupping it before giving it a gentle squeeze. You let out a shaky whimper into the make out session, feeling Donnie’s lips slightly curl up into a small smirk.

You slightly pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, Donnie immediately lowering his head and pressing soft kisses along your neck. You tilted your head and your lips parted partially so you can let out soft whimpers and shaky breaths. As soon as the turtle’s lips latched onto your skin and started sucking gently, you arched your back and started grinding your clothed pussy against his thigh. He let out a slight groan against your skin as he continued to litter hickeys all across your neck and collarbone area. His hand took action once more, running to your inner thigh and then to your panty. Your eyes slightly opened as you wished you could have seen what he was planning to do.

You almost immediately got your answer as he started running a finger between your clothed folds, slightly grazing at your clit causing your lower body to shake a little “D..Donnie..” you whimpered out to which the turtle hummed in response “shh..you don’t want anyone hearing us do you?..or maybe you’d like that..” he smirked a bit smugly causing your blush on your cheeks to become brighter. “Please..don’t tease” you whispered quietly but loud enough for hun to hear you. Donatello was amused at your request “but that’s what you’ve been doing to me all week darling..” he coos with a slightly smug tone to his voice, your grimaced as you almost regretted your actions. Before you can answer back you felt his finger press against your clothed clit gently, your body jolted a bit from the sudden pressure put in your clit. “Do-“ before you could even start to speak he started rubbing circles on your sensitive bud causing you to hold onto his shoulders tightly, letting out a shaky whimper as you practically melted in his arms.

As you were trying to get used to the pleasure being brought upon you, you suddenly felt something poking at your thigh causing you to bite your bottom lip..it didn’t take a genius to know what that was.

Suddenly Donnie’s movements seized causing you to slightly whine from the lack of pleasure, his fingers kept running between your now wet folds teasingly “look at me..” he whispered into your ear. You slowly lifted your head from his shoulder and looked at him, a flustered expression on your face. “How about you give me another taste of that lip balm hm?” Your eyes became slightly lidded upon hearing his request, you immediately lean forward and press your lips to his to form yet another heated kiss. As you two were doing so, Donnie’s finger suddenly started to push into you causing you to grip his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin a bit.

You pulled away from the kiss and laid your head against Donnie’s shoulder again, the terrapin looking over your shoulder as he started thrusting his finger into you slowly. “F..fuck..” you shakily whimpered out, it was like music to his ears. “That’s it..” he mutters in a soft tone, his fingers were long and thick..they felt amazing and hit all the right spots inside you. At this point the turtle’s erection was getting more and more painful in his pants but he wanted to focus on you first as he always did. To him, your pleasure always came first and he always focused on making sure you cum and are satisfied.

The thrusting suddenly sped up which resulted in you burying your face into his neck to avoid letting out any noise. Donnie would pause his thrusting and wiggle his finger a bit causing it to graze against all the right spots inside you, your body was almost numb from how amazing this felt. He would switch from thrusting to wiggling his finger here and there “cmon, say my name..” he mutters to which you didn’t hesitate, quietly moaning his name much to his delight. You start clenching your walls around his finger which alerted him of your upcoming release, Donnie started making his pacing more rough which caused you to cum on his finger.

The terrapin slowly halted his finger’s movements and gently pulled it out from within you, bringing it up to your mouth. You looked at his finger which was coated in your release before he tapped his finger against your bottom lip, you slightly parted your lips and let him slip is finger into your mouth. You weakly sucked on it as his other hand started pulling your panty down your legs. “Thats a good girl..” he mumbles and dropped the fabric onto the floor, starting to push his pants down enough for his cock to be released. You paused your sucking upon feeling his cock against your thigh, you let him take his finger out of your mouth and adjust you a bit. “Now..how about you ride my cock hm?”

Without hesitation you carefully lifted your hips and took a gentle hold of his cock before guiding it to your entrance. As you felt his tip slip in you sucked in a breath, biting your bottom lip as you slowly lowered your hips. Donnie’s grip on your hips became tight as he let out a sigh of relief. “Go on..” you heard him mutter to which you took a moment to steady yourself before lifting your hips and dropping it down. Donnie dug his nails into your skin gently “fuck..” his moans were so attractive..You tried so hard to stay quiet but due to his size, he was immediately hitting all the right areas within you. Your bouncing started to slightly pick up speed, your hips finding a steady rhythm and your moans surprisingly staying quiet.

Donnie felt along your hips and thighs before running up your sides and under your top. You felt him push your top above your breasts, his eyes watching as your breasts bounced within your bra as a result from your movements “that’s my girl..” he mumbles as he admired you. He was so lucky to have someone as amazing and beautiful as you. The purple clad turtle would suddenly pause his staring upon noticing your movements growing slow and tired. That was his sign to take over which he had no mind doing.

Donatello trailed his hands back down to your hips and gripped them tight “cover your mouth darling..” he warned you to which you slowly nodded and did. Without warning he started thrusting up into you, his thrusts would normally be slow and gentle but today was different and his thrusts were fast and rough. He’s never fucked you like this before and you love it. As you felt his powerful thrusts, you let out a loud moan into your hand as your eyes rolled back a bit. Your hand suddenly dropped from covering your mouth but donnie acted fast, using one hand to cup your face and gently push his thumb into your mouth. This resulted in you sucking on his thumb and silencing your moans, as you felt your second orgasm building you felt Donnie’s thrusts grow frantic which meant he was close as well.

You let out a shaky moan as you clenched around his cock and came, Donnie thrusting a few more times before he started to cum, filling you up slowly. His hand would slowly drop as you stopped sucking on his finger, your body falling forward and resting ontop his as you both tried to catch your breath. Once you two finally calmed down, you looked up at him with a slightly cheeky grin “I should tease you more often..” to which Donnie chuckled “maybe you should..”

THANK YOU @staff

this could be like, a totally random argument. It doesn’t even matter, it’s not serious or anything. Empty arguing basically.

but maybe you had a really bad day, or are just irritated and upset. You start saying some mean shit and getting pissy. Hands on hips, pointing your fingers at him..

And Raphael is just staring at you like 😐

And it just ADDS to your anger.

after he lets you rant a little, he grabs your jaw, putting some light pressure and demanding you open your mouth.

you start talking some shit and when you open your mouth he holds on tighter to keep your mouth still and open.

and spits. In. Your. Mouth. straight up SPITS in your mouth.

Proceeds to force your jaw shut and tells you to swallow it.

GIRL- I would cum on the spot ngl

raph should spit in my mouth whenever he wants + make me suck his fingers too. I’m such a subby brat LMAOO

Sometimes he just wants you to shut up yk, so he has found that spitting in your mouth helps.

title: toyin’ with them older guys

pairing: bartender!joel miller/female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

chapters: 1/1

read on ao3 | masterlist

summary:

Joel Miller is the grumpy bartender and owner of your favorite bar near campus, where you attend trivia every Tuesday night. Thinking there’s 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 there’s something Joel isn’t telling you after all.

author’s note: thank you to everyone who hyped me up to post this when i wasn’t sure how i felt about it. your comments mean the world 💕

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 Sarah’s 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 i’ve missed anything!

There’s 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 you’ve 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, “New Zealand.”

You’d gotten the point, thanks to him. And from that day forward, he’d 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 you’re 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 Sarah’s mom and ensuing custody battle had been finalized, an investment he made with his brother Tommy. They’d 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.

It’s no surprise that along the way you’d fallen in love with the man.

Too bad he’d never feel the same.

————

Joel remembers the first night he saw you. Your rosy cheeks and tipsy smile as you leaned forward to say, “Vodka cranberry, please. With lime .”

“Lime, huh?” He remembers saying. You nodded your head vigorously.

“The lime is the best part,” you insisted. He chuckled.

“Not the vodka?”

“Gross, no.”

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. You’re a fountain of random facts, but every once in a while he’ll 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, he’d 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.

“I’ll give you $100 if you leave right now,” Joel says.

“What?”

“Hundred bucks if you walk out that door and don’t talk to that girl again,” 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.

“Said he had an emergency,” Joel lies. He’s surprised when you look relieved.

“He was kind of boring, anyways,” you shrug, dragging your notepad and pen closer to you. “He probably would have just dragged us down.”

Us, Joel thinks.

He could get used to that.

________

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 weren’t about to confess your unrequited love for the local bartender to get her off your case, so that’s 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 didn’t 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.

You’re starting to think Marie doesn’t 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.

“Not all of us are lucky enough to not have real jobs,” 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.

“She’ll take a vodka water with lemon and I’ll have Bulleit, neat.”

Joel raises his eyebrows at Scott, his eyes flicking to you briefly, before he sets a plastic cup on the bar top. He holds Michael’s 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.

“Vodka cranberry with lime,” he says, sliding you your drink. “And your whiskey will be right out.”

“That’s not what I ordered,” Scott replies.

“Yeah, but it’s what she would’ve.”

Scott sputters, face going an alarming shade of red with his indignation.

“I’ll be right back,” you mutter, taking your drink with you as you head to the bathroom.

________

“I’m not paying for that drink,” the blonde asshole says, knocking his knuckles against the bar for emphasis. Joel huffs a laugh.

“I don’t give a shit, kid. I want you out of my bar,” he says, planting both hands on the wood.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Get the fuck out of my bar.”

“I’m on a date!”

“Not anymore.” Joel rounds the bar and gets up in the little weasel’s face. “Get. Out.”

The boy’s eyes go wide, like he realizes that maybe Joel isn’t playing around. He scrambles from his barstool, standing to his full height like he’s about to challenge Joel.

“You can’t kick me out, old man,” the blonde snaps.

Joel’s 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.

“He doesn’t come back inside,” he says. “And you? Don’t ever fuckin’ talk to her again.”

Joel returns to the bar as you’re 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.

“Where’s Scott?” You ask.

“He forgot about somethin’ at work,” Joel says. Your brow furrows.

“Kinda weird that’s happened to me twice now,” you comment.

Joel just shrugs.

________

You don’t tell Joel about how you saw him throw Scott out of his bar that night.

You’d just left the bathroom when you saw Joel stomp out from behind the bar, his eyes dark and fixed on your date. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but based on the affronted way Scott was responding, it wasn’t 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.

“And you? Don’t you ever fuckin’ talk to her again.”

Your mouth went dry at his words and your mind reeled at the implications. Was he doing this from a place of friendship? Or…could 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.

“Trav, I need your help,” you say when he answers the phone.

“Burying a body type of help or financial type of help?” He replies easily.

“Actually, more experimental.”

“I don’t swing that way.”

“No, listen to me, I have a hypothesis,” you insist, explaining the situation to him. How you’ve been on two dates at Joel’s bar but each time, the men have left without another word. And how after what you witnessed, you’re inclined to believe that it’s 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.

“But what if he tries to threaten my life?” Travis asks.

“Well…I mean…every experiment has risks,” you reply flippantly. He sputters indignantly down the line. “I’ll buy you your drinks and get you tater tots.”

He’s silent for a moment before responding, “Fine. Extra jalapeños and I’m not getting well liquor.”

“Thank you!”

________

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 he’s drying down before it shatters in his hands.

“Joel! This is Travis,” you say, gesturing to your date. He forces a smile, reaching a hand across the bar to shake his hand.

“What can I get started for you?” Joel asks. The man, Travis, orders an old-fashioned with top shelf whiskey, while you request your regular.

“I’ll be right back,” you say as Joel is pouring the drinks. You weave through the crowd towards the bathrooms and Joel leans in to address Travis.

“I’ll pay you $100 to leave this date,” Joel says.

Travis smirks. “Make it $200.”

“Are you serious?”

“That depends, are you?”

Joel’s 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, “You know, there’s cheaper ways to get the girl.”

“Get out,” Joel grunts. The younger man laughs his way to the door, and you appear at the bar a moment later.

“Where’d Travis go?” You ask.

“Oh, he—“

“Can I get an order of the loaded tots?” 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. “She owes me.”

“Owes you?” Joel asks through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, 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.”

“Travis and I went to undergrad together,” you explain. “We just wanted to hang out and catch up.”

Shit.

________

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.

It’s 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.

“So…,” you say, twirling your straw in your near empty cup. “You wanna tell me what that was all about?”

Joel’s 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 he’s 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.

“You wanna get out of here?” He asks.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

________

Joel’s 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 he’s worried that if he doesn’t anchor himself, he’ll wake up from this dream.

You kissed him. You reached across the bar and dragged his lips to yours in a way he’d only dreamed of doing a thousand times since you’d sauntered into his life.

He can’t help the small smile that tilts his lips up at the thought.

“What’s got you smiling over there?” You ask, your voice teasing. He glances at you.

“You do, darlin’,” 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. You’re wearing a pair of socks with tiny cats printed on them, the sight so endearing to him he can’t hold back his laugh.

“What?” You ask.

“Nothin’, just…like the look of you here. In my house,” he says.

“Yeah?” You take a step closer to him, toe to toe as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Yeah,” 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.

“You gonna give me a real kiss?” 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. He’s 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 night’s 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.

“Can I suck your cock, Joel?” You ask, voice all breathy as you stare up at him with your big doe eyes. “Please?”

Joel’s mouth has gone bone dry. “Yeah? You want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart?”

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.

“Take your clothes off and get on your knees,” 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.

“Come here, baby,” he says, crooking a finger. You come to stand between his legs and he reaches around your back, unhooking your bra with deft fingers.

“You’re rather skilled at that, Mr. Miller,” you tease.

“I’m old, not dead.” He slips the straps from your shoulders, tugging the last barrier between him and your tits away. “God, baby, these all for me?”

“Mhm,” you him as he wraps his hand around the weight of one breast, thumb teasing your pert nipple.

“Tell me somethin’,” Joel asks, “why’d you bring all those boys around when you knew you needed a man?”

You lick your lips. “Didn’t know if the only man I wanted would want me back.”

Your voice is small and vulnerable as you say it, and that just won’t do. “Don’t just want you, baby. Need you.”

Your face lights up in the brightest grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby. Need you so fuckin’ bad,” he tells you, digging his fingers into your hips. “S’why I had to play dirty.”

Your smile turns downright salacious. You drop to your knees, running your hands up his thighs. “Show me how much you need me, Joel.”

________

Joel shoves his boxers down, exposing his cock to your hungry gaze. It’s 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.

“Don’t tease, sweetheart,” 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.

“Fuck, your mouth is better than I ever dreamed,” he says, voice rough.

“You’ve thought about this?” You ask when you draw back for breath, hand pumping his length in place of your mouth.

“‘Course, baby. These pretty lips wrapped around me, beggin’ for me to make them all swollen and used,” he says, standing and bringing a thumb to your lips and swiping it across their spit slick surface. “Open up.”

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.

“You like that, baby?” He growls, pumping his hips in shallow thrusts. “Like me usin’ your mouth how I want?”

You try to nod, your movement restricted by the grip of his hand that’s returned to your hair. There’s 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.

“I gotta fuck you, baby, will you let me, huh? Let me feel that pretty little cunt strangle my cock?”

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.

“Christ, I’m gonna feast on you for hours, baby, but I wanna fuck you so bad,” he says.

“Then fuck me, Joel, please,” you beg, lifting your hips so that his cock slips through your center. “Come on, wanna feel you.”

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.

“Good fuckin’ girl, takin’ my cock like you were made for it,” he says, leaning forward to kiss you, the shift in angle making him go impossibly deeper. “Tell me when I can move, sweetheart.”

You shift your hips restlessly beneath him. “Please move, Joel, wanna feel it.”

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.

“Joel!” You cry, clawing at his back with each thrust. “Fuck, yes, yes!”

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 you’re 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.

“Fuck, darlin’, you’re so goddamn tight,” he growls. A hand presses to the back of your neck for leverage, changing the angle yet again. “Can you cum for me? Can you soak my fuckin’ cock, baby, I bet you can.”

You nod, the movement restricted, but you can’t 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.

“Come on, baby, fuckin’ cum for me,” he growls. “Won’t fill ya up until you do.”

That’s 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.

“Fuck yes, that’s it, sweetheart, good fuckin’ girl,” he praises, his hand leaving your neck as he sits up, his tempo fast and sloppy as he chases his release through yours. “You want me to cum in this tight little cunt, honey.”

“Yes, please,” 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.

“You done playin’ games with those boys?” He asks, smiling smugly against your neck.

“Yeah, think I might be into older guys,” you tease. He pinches your hip, making you laugh.

“See if I ever help you during trivia again.”

________

Joel’s standing in front of you, arms crossed with a scowl on his face as you stare up at him with pleading eyes.

“Come on, baby, help me out,” you ask sweetly, batting your eyelashes.

“Last call for an answer to our final question! What is the only song credited to all five original members of the band Fleetwood Mac?”

Joel sighs, biting back his smile. “The Chain,” 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.

“Anytime, darlin’.”

Joel Miller tag list: @huffle-punk punk @johnwatsn @hopelessromantic727 @whereasport @pedr0swh0r3 @yellingloudly @dragon-of-winterfell @thedeadsingwithdirtintheirmouths @mydailyhyperfixations @liati2000 @ghostofjoharvelle @cutesyscreenname @morgaussy @letsgroovetonighttt @endlessthxxghts @fake-bleach @brilliantopposite187 @mattmurdock1021 @str84pedro @justsomeoneovertherainbow

Join the tag list here!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Preacher’s Daughter Reader

“Tell me the truth, sweet darlin’.” Joel pauses for a moment and hooks a rough, calloused finger right underneath your chin. He gently lifts your face and finally forces your gaze up to meet his own—timid and submissive meeting bold and dominant in the most tender way. He shifts his hand and moves it to delicately cradle your jaw, his thumb sweeping across your trembling bottom lip. “Have you ever known the lovin’ of a man?”

Swallowing harshly, your hands reach behind you and clutch anxiously at the wooden table that he’d backed you into just moments ago. You can’t stop any of the lewd and sinful thoughts from creeping their way into your mind—nor can you stop them from clouding your better judgement. Still, you try with every single fiber of your whole, entire being to remember that you and Joel are standing there at the altar where your father preaches and where he delivers his sermons to all the faithful people of Jackson on Sundays.

The very same altar where you had been taught to kneel and pray whenever you were feeling lost and needed some comfort. It occurs to you that if you are to get on your knees in the next minute or two, it won’t be for the sake of prayer.

Joel chuckles softly as you stare at him like a deer caught in headlights. It’s not that you are afraid of him.

You’re just afraid of what you’re feeling for him.

“Well?” Joel finally prompts you to speak. “I asked you a question a minute ago, little lamb.” His other hand reaches up and affectionately tucks a lock of your hair back behind your ear. His touch is gentle, but his voice is firm. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, you understand me?”

You give a tiny nod and he waits for your answer.

“My father loves me,” You manage to stammer out nervously. “He loves me and my sisters—”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Joel grins a little and resists the urge to mock you. He slips the tip of his thumb in between your lips, shaking his head lightly. “That ain’t what I’m talkin’ about and you know it.”

dom donnie will be the end of me and i'll go happily

please that boy got me FUCKED UP. I could never get into sub!donnie…. He’s just a tiddy loving dom in my eyes.

What I love most about it is that, he doesn’t even expect HIMSELF to be acting that way LMAO. Of course when he gets himself off he is imagining himself as the dominate one, he just didn’t think to the extent of being so aggressive.

I don’t think any of his brothers would be as surprisingly demanding like that, especially with him being a head-pusher. Raph, Leo, and Mikey are all going to be gentle as they possibly can.

Praising you and getting lost in watching you struggle to fit them inside your mouth. But Donatello? Their nerdy brother?? The same guy who stutters when you show any skin, who almost fainted when you bent over in front of him in that short skirt of yours and he could barely see the bottom of your ass cheeks.

Yeah, that’s the same guy who pushes the back of your head down the first time you suck him off so the tip of his dick can hit the back of your throat and he can listen to you gag.

The noises you make from it make his cock twitch in your mouth. He also likes pulling your hair to pull you on and off, face-fucking you to put it simply.

But after all is said and done, and he’s covered your tits in his cum, he’s going to apologize for his rough behavior. He never says sorry *during* the act, but afterwards he’s a whole different person???

“I’m so sorry, angel. I don’t know what came over me it just felt so good, I’ll never do it again I promise”

Meanwhile your head feels like it’s full of cotton, lips and mouth all tingly from the harsh acts. Panties drenched in your slick, you mostly likely came in the middle of it or along with him. Dried tear-stains on your face.

You probably aren’t even listening to him ramble, just feeling so spacey and fuzzy. You look down at your chest, taking your pointer finger to wipe some of his spunk onto it. He watches you put it in your mouth, sucking on it with a little whimper.

You look up at him with your misty, fucked out eyes, “Thank you”

He can already feel his cock twitching back to life.