A/N: Joel Miller Is Our Daddy. That's It.

A/N: Joel Miller is our daddy. That's it.

Things Joel Miller would say when Reader's in stress:

" Everything will be okay babygirl, just focus on me."

  " Focus on my breathing okay? Just look at me "

  And If she starts crying:

  " Aww no baby don't. I'm here for you. "

  Just rubs her back and kisses her cheeks.

  " Daddy loves you so much babygirl. Do you love him back? "

     You nod.

   " Good girl. Come here now. Let daddy take care of you. "

  Let me know If you liked this. I just wanted to write something before I begin writing requests you guys sent me 💜

Late Night Driving

  A/N- Hey guys! I'm yet again back with an imagine from Stranger Things!     After watching the season 4, I decided that I should start writing for it too because I'm in love with the series since it came out. 

~This imagine is for Steve Harrington. 

~Reader is a Hopper but she's not related to El biologically 

~ Sorry If there are any grammar mistakes , my main language isn't English but I'm trying to improve it by studying English Literature in university lol.

 ~ I hope you like it!

  No warnings for this imagine.

    Summary- All Reader wanted is to hang out with Steve and his friends from school but Jim Hopper - her dad - don't allow her to because he doesn't like them at all so Steve Harrington decides to take her out secretly.

  Yet another evening when you were locked in your room without even realizing what you were doing. You just wanted to go out with a few friends without asking Hopper, but he rejected you saying, "You know I really don't like those guys , so no! I will never hear this from you Y/N. Are we understood? " Actually, it was not clear, so you tried a little harder because you didn't think your friends had a problem. They were the only people you could get along with. You had a feeling for Steve in particular among them. Something you couldn't name yet. "But dad, they are good people and Steve-" Hopper gave you a look that you were sure would have laughed at that look if you weren't arguing right now, but you still held back and continued to focus on his face. His look was so serious and sarcastic.” Steve? That guy whose friends are always late for school and whose parents have drugs? Hell no!”

  " Well you drink alcohol all the time and I say nothing to your face!" You wanted to ask yourself later where that courage came from, and at that moment you really hated yourself a little bit for saying that. He was your father. Most of them were better than the father, he fed you, he took care of you, but you underestimated him again. Who knows how his heart was broken.

"To your room Y/N."

" Dad, I didn't want to. I'm sorry."

 " Go. Straight. To. Your. Room. Now!" He said, emphasizing all the words one by one. He was extremely right to be angry, but only about one thing. You had no right to insult him like that. Just because he drinks alcohol doesn't mean he treats you badly. You loved him very much and he loved you too, and you were even more connected after you lost Sarah, your younger sister. Yes, he sometimes took refuge in alcohol, but he was still your father. You apologized again in a low voice, but you were sure he didn't hear it because he was thinking about what you just said. You didn't mind and went to your room and lay on your bed.

 " Fuck, I'm so stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! "

 "Why the hell you're calling yourself stupid?" You were startled by an unexpected voice and looked at the window behind you.Dingus "Steve! Why are you here? How did-" Steve was still trying to climb the window but you weren't going to let him in until you had your answer. There was no way. What if your father saw him? Then you really did have strings.   " Like I told you. I'm a ninja. And now for the dear God, help me! I'm stuck here! " At that moment, all the options you could do came to your mind and you grabbed him by the arm without thinking about anything. Wrong choice.

  When you pulled on him, he collapsed on you and you fell to the ground together. Steve Harrington had come to your house, or rather to your room, and he had collapsed on you. Steve Harrington, your one and only love. Ahh, if he had read your thoughts, who knows how you would look pathetic But these were all your own thoughts, and you didn't know exactly what Steve thought of you.  

     Yes, you were a friend, even further from a friend, but you weren't sure if you were at the stage of a lover. When you were below him and he was above you, you had the opportunity to examine his face even more closely. It was the first time you had seen him up close and oh my god that silky face and touchable hair. Steve Harrington was a truly wonderful man. But the sound you made at that moment was even more important because your father could come to heck you at any moment.   Yes you did argue, you did argue from time to time but he still cared about you all the time.

  "Steve, my dad."

  “What about him,” he said in a low voice. In a low but sexy voice. This man was really going to be your death. You wouldn't fall for it. "He would be here any minute, Steve. Get off of me, will you?"

“  Jesus he really does hate me, doesn't he?” You smirked at that and chuckled low. He studied you face and his eyes then stopped on your mouth. " Your smile is so beautiful, did anybody tell you that before?" " Couple of times, yes but just my dad. You're the only man who said it except my dad. " He smiled proudly and stood up. "Well I'm so glad that I said it, then." So glad.He said that he was so glad that he said it. You never expected to hear that from him. Steve was indeed a man full of surprises.

 " Why are you here, Steve? " " Well you said that you come, but you didn't so I thought I could just check out If there's something going on and I think I thought good, right? " Sometimes you were offended by Steve's knowledgable ways, but that's what made Steve Steve. If someone else did it, you probably threw them out the window by now, apart from your close friends, of course.. " Well I'm fine, you can go now before- " " Wait, what? No you're coming with me. Tell me what's going on and we'll figure something out, okay? I'm not going to let this go. I'll talk to your grumpy dad if we can't and solve it with him. " Steve seemed unaware of what your father could do to him. Your father was the best Chief Hawkins had ever seen, and of course he could take care of a boy like Steve however he wanted. Steve would be a piece of cake for him. You didn't want him to get hurt, so you told him again not to do that and go, but he had no intention of going.

 " I won't go 'till you come with me, Y/N. I want to help you. " " There's nothing going on with me, Steve. I just argued with dad but that's all. And the fact that he hates you is a wrong idea because he only dislikes you, not hates you. " “Well, that still doesn't chill me a bit.” If you knew Steve, he'd never let go of that thread. You knew he only wanted to talk to you. He wanted to get in trouble, and frankly, you would too, but it was evening, you had a fight with your father, you were sent to your room, and besides, you made a bad choice by taking Steve into your room. Still, if you were going to be back in 1 hour, why not.

  You told him that you could go out for an hour, and as soon as you said that, he was already getting excited and unable to sit still. You immediately took a jacket and went down from the window of the room and got into his car fast without seeing your father and left the road of the house.    

      “ Don't drive too far, okay? If dad doesn't find me in my room he will- "

" Enough negative things, Y/N. Just tell me everything you have in your pretty mind of yours. I'm always here for you. You know that." "I know Steve. Thank you." You said and smiled. If you were alone in your room right now and this had happened before, you would be dancing in your room screaming. That's what Steve Harrington was getting you to do.

  You were quiet for a few moments, and then Steve pulled over and sat back, taking a deep breath. He leaned towards you and you just sat there, not knowing what to do. You thought he would kiss you but he did something very contrary to what you thought and made you feel ashamed again. He pulled the arm of the seat and made it move a little farther back. You didn't quite understand why he was doing it, but it was clear he wanted to do something.

 "  So now, pretty Y/N. Open up your mind, your thoughts to me 'cause Doctor Steve Harrington is here for your service."

  Of course, you didn't open up about your feelings for him, but you talked a little bit about your problems at school, your problems with your father, and it made you feel even more comfortable. It was warm for you that Steve listened to you and laughed at you when you were angry and spoke quickly when you were angry and that he was upset when you were upset. Steve might have been seen as a cold person on the outside, but he was the opposite. People really misunderstood him. At the head of these people was your father, Hopper, but you thought you could handle this problem, and so did Steve. When the conversation was over, you took a deep breath and sat back. You felt a little selfish because you didn't hear Steve's thoughts. "What about you? How have you been. I'm sorry I couldn't ask you how you were. I'm so selfish." Steve moved a little closer to you, took your hand and looked exactly into your eyes. " Don't call yourself like that. You're not selfish first of all because I wanted you to tell yours and I love to hear about you. I actually- uhm actually love everything about you, Y/N. " It was an unexpected move from Steve, but one to be expected once you get to know him, but something you thought you would never hear. Especially from Steve.

   " Steve... I don't know what to say. "  " Don't say anything. Just listen to me, please.I wanted to tell you this way before. This wasn't a love at first sight but after getting know you better, your thoughts, your likes, Y/N I thought we would have a chance together. I thought you love me and we can be together. It was easy for me you know? To ask you to be my girlfriend but your dad made it so difficult and I thought- I thought you wouldn't love me for the things that your dad had said to you about me. But lately, I decided and told myself to screw it and yeah, here I am. Telling you that I love you.It's okay If you don't have feelings for me Y/N. Yes I will be sad but your happiness is the only thing I care in this world. " After such a confession, you were one of those who didn't really know what to say or what to do, but only a few words came to your mind. "I love you too Steve Harrington."

  Steve's face directly lighted up and he bursted into laughter. He pulled you up and placed you on his lap. The already tilted back seat gave you even more room and held you comfortably in his lap. His slender but strong fingers gently grabbed your chin and pulled you to him. He searched your eyes as if to ask permission before closing his lips to yours, and after seeing that light, he started kissing you. His kiss was so soft and slow that it was as if the world was spinning around you, time had stopped.

  It was an incredible thing. You were in Steve Harrington's car, you were in his lap, you were kissing. At that moment, you didn't care about anything. It was just you and Steve in that moment and nothing could have mattered. Staying in the moment was one such thing. And so now you knew Steve Harrington was yours. And you were his. After you parted your lips, he rested his forehead on yours and you stayed like that for a while and only your breathing could be heard in the car. But there was something you forgot. Your father.

  "Steve?" “Yeah?” “Can you take me back? My dad will be very mad.” He shook his head and kissed you hard for the last time and left. You slid into the side seat and repositioned it, leaning back and watching him. All along the way, only the music on the radio could be heard, which was frankly good. Because really, if Steve asked you anything, you didn't quite know what to answer after that kiss. When you turned to the street where your house is located, you asked him to let you out at the corner so that your father would not see the car. Steve thought it was more appropriate and stopped the car on the corner.

  “Look at me, baby.” You turned to him and couldn't help the grin on your face. Pursing his lips, he was waiting for you to kiss him. Literally Dingus. You gave him a quick but sweet kiss on the lips and you got out of the car with a wink. When you looked back often as you ran towards the house, you saw that he got out of the car, put his arm on the top of the car, and followed you with that stupid grin on his face. Before leaving without lingering too much, you entered again through the window you left open and took a deep breath after entering. There was no sound from Hopper. You assumed that he had fallen asleep on the sofa again and opened the door slowly and entered the room where the living room was with silent steps.

   You were not mistaken in your guess. Hopper was there. He was lying face down on the chair, with the top open. Surprisingly, he had no drinking bottles or anything about cigarettes with him. You took the blanket that lay on top of the single chair and slowly spread it over him, and then bent over and placed a kiss on his cheek. Even though it may bother you to do secret business with your father, this evening was the best evening of your life. Everything would be fine. You went into your room and after closing the door you went to bed. You thought about what had happened tonight and fell asleep with the big smile on your face, dreaming about Steve.

I want them back, I want them back,

the minds we had, the minds we had,

it’s not enough to feel the lack.

OMG NO NO NO NOOO 😪😪

TWD Incorrect Quotes #44

Daryl: Why is Y/N cryin’? Aaron: She saw a leaf on the sidewalk and- Y/N: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY! Daryl: Please don’ say what I think yur gonna say- Y/N: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH! Daryl: NO, NOT THAT!

Chris getting some tlc

Sorry it's been a hot minute😔 I had to train someone at work and it was draining. Anyways! Happy belated birthday @gory-goth 🎉🎉🎉 I hope you enjoy this🥺❤

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗMINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERECT ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Warnings: Body/muscle worship, fem/afab reader, Chris being a beef cake, massage, cowgirl, Chris got body hair

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Having such a physically demanding job, Chris was bound to eventually feel all the years of beating he himself have done to his body but also by fighting against B.O.Ws. It was definitely one of those days where he felt he moved a little bit slower. His limbs felt stiff and sore no matter which way he bent them.

It was finally the end of the day. Normally when Chris came home you'd run to him and jump into his arms, catching you every time without batting an eyelash. But today as you threw yourself at him, he stumbled back a couple of steps with a low deep painful sound rising from his throat. You unhook your arms around his neck to get a good look at his face. "You okay baby?" Concern laced in your voice. He gave you a small nod and a tired smile. "Just feeling a little sore. Just going to take some ibuprofen." "How much have you taken today?" You asked with a skeptical look on your face. He let out a sigh in defeat, "2400." "Yeah no. You are going to go take a hot shower right now and I'll get the oil." The firmness of your tone left no room for him to argue. He lowered you down enough for your feet to touch the ground. He gave you a defeated okay before leaning down placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

Chris always felt guilty when you pampered him. Especially when you work out the knots in his muscles with your tiny hands. The first time you massaged his shoulders, your poor hands were so sore for the next few days. Never once have you ever complained though. You honestly loved feeling each and every one of his muscles. You love feeling his tense muscles slowly succumb to the warmth of your hands, becoming putty in minutes.

You grabbed a couple of towels and the deep muscle oil before heading upstairs to the bedroom. As you walked through the doorway the sound of the shower stopped. You laid down a couple of towels in the middle of the bed before going into the closet and fished out a couple of clothing items for Chris to change into after. You heard the padding of his feet across the room before a grunt as he climbed on top of the bed. Once you turned around you saw the large naked man lying face down on the bed, face buried in the pillows. You shook your head with a smile noticing he barely dried himself off before jumping into bed. You grabbed one of the extra towels and helped dry the rest of him off. Following along the dip in his back and over his firm plump ass, you bit your lip as a mischievous smirk grew on your face. The temptation to quickly bring down your hand to the skin of his behind was taking over your mind. Almost as if he could feel your playful behavior radiating off of you, "don't you dare," he turned his head to get a look at you. "Maybe if you didn't have such a slappable butt," you said with a pout as you continued to wipe down the last of the water droplets that still clung to his body hair.

You discarded the damp towel in the corner of the room at the laundry basket. You climbed onto the bed and carefully threw one of your legs over the man's waist, slowly sitting yourself down on the small of his back. "You okay?" You asked leaning forward just a bit. He nodded with a hum. You placed a kiss on the right shoulder blade before sitting up straight. Grabbing the oil, you popped open the cap and poured a fair amount into the middle of your hand. You placed the bottle on the bedside table before rubbing the liquid between your hands, warming it up with friction.

A shiver ran down his body as you placed both hands on the middle of his back. You worked your hands up his back, following up both sides of his spine. Pressing firmly into his traps with the balls of your palms before gliding down his sides, thumbs firmly pressed into his lats. The grunts and sighs of approval made your chest tighten but also created heat to pool in your core. Probably also didn't help that you were only wearing a tank top and panties.

Placing your hands on both sides of his neck, you began to rub soothing circles at the back of his neck. It always surprised you how thick of a man he was. The fact that your hands could never touch each other while you had them wrapped around his neck almost made you drool. The sheer size of each muscle would have you rubbing your legs together if you weren't straddling him. Your thumbs glided over his shoulders, continuing to rub in circular motions. As you felt him sink further into the bed, you began to knead the muscles between your thumbs and forefingers. Once you felt the muscle relax, you would slowly move down the middle of his back on each side of his spine, feeling out spots that needed more attention. Whenever you found a tough knot, the moment you began to work it loose, the man under you would groan, shifting where he laid. "Is this okay?" You asked as you leaned forward, speaking softly against his skin, placing more kisses. "Mmmm… perfect."

Continuing your ministrations down his body, you scootched down to sit on the back of his thighs. Using the balls of your palms, you kneaded your way towards the lower region of his back. He began to take deep breaths in time with your hands. Releasing all the air in his lungs as you pushed down into the muscle. Then fill his lungs with air while you rub at the area with your thumbs using much less force. After a while, Chris adjusted his arms to lay at his sides. His fingers draw random patterns on your legs. The light playful touches only made you squirm. “Don’t make me slap your ass Redfield,” you said in a playful tone while. “Was that a threat?” You squeezed at one of his cheeks, your fingers barely able to sink into the thick meat of his ass. He released a small hiss against his teeth. You let out a light laugh, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” You lifted yourself up from where you sat and grabbed the bottle of oil. You poured a few drops more into the middle of your hand as you knelt next to him on the bed with your back towards him.

You rubbed the oil into the back of his bulky thighs, from just below his cheeks, to the back of his knees. Starting with one leg, you grabbed both sides and slowly worked your way down using your palms and fingers. Each time your finger got dangerously close to his inner thigh, he would release a shaky breath. Even letting out a couple of grunts. After working on the other leg, a smirk grew on your face once you noticed Chris was breathing quite heavily. Giving his leg a light tap you asked him to flip over. “Other side,” you said in a singsong tone. You could hear him taking deep long breaths trying to calm himself down. “What’s the matter baby?” trying to sound as innocent as you could. “N-nothing.”

While you waited for Chris to lay on his back, you turned back around, grabbing one of the towels at the head of the bed to wipe off the excess oil on your hands. In the corner of your eye, you could see the blush rising from his chest to his face. You didn’t have to look over your shoulder to know your boyfriend had a hard-on from the rubdown. “Ready?” You already swung your leg around his middle, not giving him time to reply. As you lowered yourself down to straddle his lower abdomen, you rubbed your ass against his cock, causing the air to get stuck in his lungs. “You okay?” you batted your eyes at him, leaning forward, inching closer to his face. All he could do was nod as he tried to get the coughing under control. You gave him a reassuring smile before giving his cheeks a few pecks. You wiggled your hips, trying to “adjust yourself”, accidentally brushing up against him again. The heat from your core radiates onto his length. Chris quickly placed his hands on your hips trying to hold you still. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing again. “What’s wrong baby?” you asked in a honeyed voice, pressing your chest firmly against his. As he opened his blue eyes to look at you, he couldn’t help but notice your breasts barely being contained in the confinement of your tank top. The doe-eyes you were giving him, along with your cleavage was making it harder for him to think.

He was so hypnotized between your breasts and your lip caught between your teeth, he didn’t notice you reaching back, pulling your panties to the side. It wasn’t until he felt your slick folds rub against his cock. “Shit” he hissed as you kept sliding him up and down between your lips. His fingers dug deeper into your hips, “Still feels good?” “Y-yeah” His voice was barely above a whisper as he looked at you with lidded eyes. You gave his cock a couple more strokes before you positioned your cunt over him, slowly easing him into your heat. He sunk his head further into the bed as you kept up the teasing pace. With only a few more inches to go, he was losing all patience. He needed to feel himself bottom out in your sweet sex. However, being the tease you are, you slowly began to pull him out. Catching onto your antics, he thrust up into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. Your walls clamping down around him.

“Fuuuuck. You’re squeezing so hard” He groaned as he rutted up into, trying to push even further into you. Once you were able to compose yourself, you began to slide yourself up and down at a languid pace, “I-I’m supp-posed to be giving you the m-massage” You pushed off his chest sitting up, pulling your top off before throwing it somewhere behind you. Taking one of Chris’s hands you brought it up to your breast. Cupping the flesh and pinched the hardened peak between his fingers. He was soon approaching release faster than he wanted but watching you ride him was going straight to his cock. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. His hand on your breast began to pinch and twist the pebbled flesh harder while his other hand trailed over to your cunt, his thumb rubbing your bundle of nerves in a circular motion.

The sudden attention to your clit had your walls spasm and contract around him. You felt your gut tighten and your breath hitching. “Shit. Baby”, you moaned placing both your hands on his fuzzy chest leaning forward just enough for him to hit that perfect spot with each roll of your hips. Dropping his hand from your breast, he placed his hand back on your hip, pulling you down onto him as he thrust up into your with unrelenting force. It only took the two of you a couple more hard thrusts, before you both came undone. You grinded into him as you milked him dry, walls fluttering around his pulsing member. Once the two of you finally caught your breaths, just as you were about to lift yourself off of him to clean up, he snaked his arms around you, pulling you down onto his chest. Light giggles escaped past your lips as his chest hair tickled your nose. “Baby we need to clean up” “We need to let our muscles relax for a bit” You shook your head against his chest. You relaxed further into him listening to his soothing heartbeat while he combed a hand through your hair.

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