Can you tell i love making these? I love making these😌
haha yeah his pussy was insa— oh sorry his pussy was neurodivergent
Soft & Sweet | Joel Miller x Reader
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: You share your first kiss with the last man you ever expected: your older, grouchy, overly protective patrol partner, Joel Miller.
Warnings/tags: Jackson era. So much tension. Fluff. Some angst. Foul language. Suggestive material. Grumpy Joel. Anxious reader. Soft Joel. Insecure Joel. Somewhat innocent reader; not clueless, just inexperienced. Implied age gap, but numbers are not specified. No mentions of body type or race.
Word Count: 4.2k
a/n: honest to god this started as one thing, and turned into something completely different but i’m not…upset about it? also, thank you to @cupofjoel who literally listened to me talk about this so much for some reason ?? & for reading bits and giving me feed back ?? such a wonderful human
Joel Miller was easily your least preferred choice of a patrol partner.
There was no doubting the feeling was mutual, either, but the fact of the matter was that you two were a perfect match. You were shorter, faster, and easier to hide; he was stronger, wiser, and knew the patterns of raiders and infected alike. A constant push and pull that gave the quaint city of Jackson a semblance of peace.
In the beginning of your time together, that was what you had to remind yourself. That your time beyond the gates was a representation of how deeply you felt for the people of Jackson, and how important it was for you to keep them and yourself safe.
Regardless of how annoyingly grumpy and disengaging your partner was.
Still a little hesitant about the movie but this is truly Alex and Henry
I'm such a slut for shy introverted Henry being dragged out of his shell by his emotional support chaos demon
san antonio
12.5k / dbf!joel x f!reader
warnings: 18+, minors dni. smut. more smut. smut after that. age gap (reader is 23, joel is in his late 40s). dbf!joel, dom!joel, feisty reader, oral (m receiving), toxic!joel, light violence, edging, teasing, nonconsensual touching/harassment (creepy men at the bar), protective!joel, possessive sex, unprotected p in v, shower sex, pet names (angel, baby, pretty girl, etc), praise kink, no use of y/n.
a/n: im back...with another ridiculously long chapter and a ridiculously horny joel miller. i tried to incorporate a lot of requests this time around - shower sex, date night, pda, feisty reader...if you're someone who requested any of those i hope i could do 'em justice. i wanna thank y'all a million times over for all of your support on this series. it means everything to me. finding this fandom and being able to share this writing has been incredible. i love every one of y'all.
this is part 7 of my dbf!joel series. read the previous parts here (or read this standalone):
“C’mon,” he says, when you don’t move. “‘Less you’d rather starve.” He turns and walks off. You swear softly and scrabble at your own door, wrenching it open and jumping down to the asphalt. You have to jog to catch up to him. “You’re supposed to wait,” you pant, when you reach him. He shrugs. He pulls his car key from his pocket and clicks the lock. The truck chirps somewhere behind you. “Y’were takin’ too long,” he says. “You’re a gentleman.” He looks at you. The corner of his lip curves. “’N you’re a brat,” he says, cooly.
à la carte
5.8k / dbf!joel x f!reader
warnings: 18+, minors dni. smuttttt. age gap (reader is 23, joel is in his late 40s), semi-public touching, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), dom!joel, dbf!joel, angst, soft!dom reader for like two seconds, pet names (baby, angel, pretty girl), praise kink, no use of y/n.
request: a chapter centered around a dinner where joel is invited to readers house. she wants to be annoying and teases joel, only to piss him off more as he sends warnings.
a/n: thank you to everyone who’s supported this series so far! to everyone sending requests - I see them and I love all of them and I’m incorporating them whenever I can. for the people who wanted jealous joel, he’s coming next chapter. apologies for the angst in this one…but sometimes it be like that. love y’all. thank you for feeding my dbf daydreams.
this is part 5 of dbf!joel series, but it can be read separately. read the previous parts here:
masterlist here. kofi here. thank you to everyone who reads, comments, reblogs, y'all mean the world to me. 🤍
“You know,” you mutter, teasingly, “when I said bring something sweet, I was thinking more along the lines of dessert.” His fingers flex on the glass. His breath skates over the shell of your ear. “Already got that, darlin’.” He lets the bottle go and it passes to you. His hand moves to your waist and drags over denim, moving lower, pressing in between your thighs. “Right —” He angles two fingers against your core. “—here.”
jealous (joel's version)
4.4k / dbf!joel x f!reader
warnings: 18+, minors dni. age gap (reader is 23, joel is in his late 40s). dbf!joel, angsty!joel, jealous as hell!joel, kind of (?) voyeuristic!reader, masturbation (m), light violence (joel breaks shit), no use of y/n.
a/n: this is a bonus chapter in my dbf!joel series. it explores the events of jealous from joel's pov.
i got a lot of asks requesting joel's pov, so that's exactly what this is. it runs parallel to the events of jealous, and there are numerous references to events that happened there (which we saw through reader's eyes) so i would recommend reading that first if you haven't yet/if you need a refresher.
this is a new one for me! i haven't written from joel's pov...like, ever. so thank y'all for getting me out of my comfort zone. for everyone who requested something like this - i hope this was somewhat in the realm of what you wanted. we are all learning together!
i wanted to get this out before the next actual chapter in this dbf!series, rather than after. insert gif of jeremy strong saying it makes sense ... dramaturgically.
ok love you thanks for listening. see y'all when we return to san antonio 🤍
this is a bonus chapter in my dbf!series, to be read alongside part 6. read the other parts here:
He’s pretty sure Hayes is still talking. Something about a drought. Always about the fucking drought. “Do I fuckin’ know you?” he interrupts. “Oh.” Hayes blinks. “Um, no, sir. Sorry. Like I said, I was just driving by—” “So keep drivin’,” he says. Hayes swallows. “I think you know my, uh — my —” Hayes is pointing behind himself. To you. You’re slumped so far in your seat you don’t see it, but Joel does. His brow furrows. “Listen to me,” he growls. “I ain’t got a goddamn clue who you are. But I’m sure as hell she ain’t your fuckin’ anythin’.”
jealous
11.6k / dbf!joel x f!reader
warnings: 18+, minors dni. smut. smut, smut. so much smut. age gap (reader is 23, joel is in his late 40s). jealous sex, jealous!joel, dbf!joel, dom!joel, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, edging, light angst, pet names (angel, baby, pretty girl, etc), praise kink, no use of y/n.
a/n: ok so it's possible i got slightly carried away because why tf is this chapter 11.6k ... anyway for everyone in my requests asking for jealous/mean joel this one is dedicated to you. i love you and i cannot thank you enough for the support on this series. this is so much fun to write and y'all are so much fun to share it with. appreciate every last one of you - your comments, reblogs, requests are the best. see you in the next part. peace 🤠🤍
this is part 6 of my dbf!joel series. read the previous parts here (or read this standalone):
He’s gorgeous. He’s nice. He makes you feel good, and you have a feeling he’s about to make you feel even better, if the way he pushes you back onto the bed and slides between your thighs is any indication. But that’s not what really turns you on. That’s not why you’re about to let him fuck you. You want this — in some twisted, sadistic back corner of your brain — because you liked the way Joel looked when Hayes touched you in the car. Scowling, dark, a little bit lost. You imagine how he’d look now, if he could see you like this. If he could see another man’s head bending down to taste you. Fuck Joel Miller, you think. And then you fuck Hayes, instead.
cinephile
6k (got carried away...again) / dbf!joel x f!reader
warnings: 18+, minors dni. smut smut smut. this is filthy. age gap (reader is 23, joel is in his late 40s), semi-public fingering, jealousy, unprotected p in v, dbf!joel, dom!joel, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart, etc), no use of y/n.
follow-up to fourth of july (pt 1), put it into words (pt 2), and poolside (pt 3), but this can be read separately.
“’S a seat right here.” He releases his grip on your ankle and pats the spot beside him. Then he leans back on his elbows, sprawled out on the grass. “‘F you want.” Your heart nudges at your throat. You cast a wary glance behind you — up the makeshift aisle in the yard, where your neighbors are spread picnic-style — and try to spot your dad. Or Sarah. Neither notices you. “Okay,” you say, softly. You step over his legs and sit beside him. He smiles. Small; Joel, but genuine. He grabs a blanket and tosses it across both of your laps. It’s dark by the time the movie starts. You’re pretty sure it’s E.T., but you can’t really be sure, because the second the opening credits play Joel’s hand is on your thigh. And then you can’t think about anything else.
Doesn't seem to matter what I do I'm always number two. I'm just Ken.
Aww!! It’s my little babygirl! My beloved!! *I point to the most insufferable man you’ve ever seen*
I think if someone had asked 15 year old me what peace was, she wouldn’t have known how to answer. But today I was driving down the highway at sunset, windows down and the warmth from the sun on my skin, the wind on my face, and The View Between Villages by Noah Kahan and playing on my stereo. The sky was lit up in reds and oranges and purples and pinks, the moon was big and red and low in the sky, and I could hear the cicadas all around me — and all I could think was how lucky I was to be there, at that exact moment, to experience something so beautiful. I’m not a religious person and I never have been, but to me that felt like a moment where the universe aligned. Call it heaven or nirvana or self-actualization or inner peace — call it whatever you want — but in that moment I couldn’t stop smiling because I felt like I was right where I was supposed to be.
I’m starting a new job tomorrow, I have a partner who I love more than anything, I have friends and family who support me, and I’m happy and comfortable with who I am.
Someone asked me not too long ago if I could go back and change anything, would I? I said no, because every bad thing that ever happened to me, every trauma I ever suffered, every person I lost and friend I gained, all the tears I shed and the anger I felt — it all made me who I am today, and who I am today is someone I am proud of. I think that, ultimately, is what peace is
“Feel the rush of my blood
I'm seventeen again
I am not scared of death
I've got dreams again
It's just me and the curve of the valley
And there is meaning on Earth, I am happy”
i’m so sorry but this gem can’t just be left hidden away in the tags
Guys do u know that one meme where there's a girl and like a bodyguard (???) ordering drinks and the waiter give them the wrong drinks so they switch them on the last panel,???????? BECAUSE I C1NT FING IT^
I FUCKIBG GOT IT RAAAAAHHHHHHH 💥💥💥💥💥