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oh idk maybe you should explain it to me in a soft voice while i suck on ur thumb

i don't want to be an older man's sex toy or secret. i want to be an older man's darling, to be loved and treasured, i want to be doted on and treated like a princess, and in return i'll treat him like a king ♡︎

rafe this, rafe that. THE DILF IS RIGHT THERE??

there’s not a day that goes by where i don’t think about joel miller.

Dare I say Joel Miller

Holding your hand and telling you how well you’re taking it while every inch is inside you

doesnt my job understand i have a blooming fanfiction writing career to work on

Oh, 10000000000% ♡

joel miller coded?

Awwwe this comment made my day! Glad you liked it! ♡

Hello, i really like everything you write about Joel, i am so in love with him😭💕

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What if reader has been having some insecurities lately and Joel fcks her in front of a mirror, worshipping her and telling her how beautiful she is🎀💖

Here you go anon, hope you like it!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You start pulling away from Joel because you’re having doubts about yourself. Joel decides to do something about it.

Notes: smut, p in v, Joel pulls out, praise, body worship, reader has body dysmorphia, reader has insecurities, soft!Joel, dom!Joel, sub!reader, mirror sex

A/n: Yes, I put a Pride and Prejudice reference in there (iykyk 😘)

“Give yourself a compliment.”

The past few weeks, you had been having some…doubts, to say the least. Before, it had been just you and Joel fending for yourselves out in the woods, traveling West. Just you and Joel against the world.

Then you found Jackson.

Oh, what a haven it was. Even if Joel’s brother hadn’t been here, even if you knew nobody in town, you still would have convinced Joel to stay. They had hot water, heating, and goddamn coffee of all things? Yeah. You guys were sticking around.

Not only were you able to shower once a day, but your diet had also changed drastically. Instead of only eating a couple sticks of jerky and some crackers for dinner each day, you had the luxury of consuming steamed broccoli, roast pork, and such excellent boiled potatoes—it had been many years since you’d had such an exemplary vegetable. Now you always went to bed with a full belly.

The diet change was reflected in the way you looked. You could no longer see your ribs through your skin, and your thigh gap was gone. Your eyes looked less sunken, your cheekbones less protruding. Your hips were a little rounder, your tummy a little softer. And you knew that it was a good thing, that it meant you were getting over the malnourishment and becoming healthy again, that you were at a perfectly normal weight for your height—you knew that.

But a small part of your brain whispered otherwise. It didn’t matter if it was healthy or not, it didn’t matter if you had looked like a walking skeleton before, you were getting bigger. You started to wonder if it was getting harder for Joel to lift you during your activities in the bedroom. You started to wonder if he didn’t know what to do with each pound you gained, if he preferred you when you were smaller and lighter, even if you had only been skin and bones.

And so you started to pull away.

You still pleasured Joel, of course. You’d wake him up with your mouth on him, or kiss him while grinding on his bulge. But each time he tried to pull at your clothes to return the favor you’d shake your head and give him some lame excuse like I’m tired, or I promised Maria I’d go help her organize the inventory lists.

Eventually Joel had had enough. He sat you down and kept pushing and pushing, trying to know what was the matter. And oh…his callused hands cupping your face had been so gentle. His eyes had been so soft. You had confessed everything then and there through your tears.

Which brought you to now.

You were in the bathroom in just your bra and panties with Joel standing behind you, one hand gently lingering on the small of your back as you both faced the mirror.

“Give yourself a compliment,” Joel repeated.

Your brow creased and you shook your head. “I can’t,” you whispered.

Joel met your gaze in the mirror. “Come on, sweetheart. You—”

You shook your head again, tears blooming in your eyes.

Joel stood there for a few moments, his hand still stroking over the small of your back. Soon he spoke. “Well, I’ll start, then,” he said, his voice tender. “That alright with you, darlin’?”

He didn’t give you time to reply. He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed an achingly soft kiss to the back of it. “I love your hands,” he whispered. “Look at ‘em—so small, so soft. I like it when you use ‘em to run through my hair, or when I hold your hand as we walk through town.”

He moved his hand up to gently hold your chin. “And your face—my gorgeous girl. And those eyes… I love when you let me hold your cheek as I kiss those soft lips…”

Joel kissed the sensitive patch of skin beneath your jaw and your breath hitched. You could feel his smile against you as he moved down, kissing along your neck to your shoulder. His hands went to your hips and squeezed.

You hesitated, doubt filling you. “Joel—”

“Ah, I’m not done yet.” He kneaded at the softness on your hips and thighs. “Oh…I love this piece of you, honey…grabbin’ onto these hips every time I wanna tell everyone you’re mine, or when I’m drivin’ into you in the bedroom.”

Your breath caught at that, cheeks flushing the same color as the strawberries that Maria was starting to grow for the town.

Joel chuckled and before you knew it your bra was unhooked and tossed across the room, but that didn’t matter because the moment it was gone Joel’s hands were there. You gasped again as he started to gently squeeze, thumbs flicking over the peaks.

“And these,” he went on, voice dropping lower. “You’re so soft, babygirl, ‘specially these pretty tits. Just wanna kiss ‘em and bite ‘em all day every day.” He pinched one of your nipples and you whimpered. You could feel his bulge pressing into you from behind.

One of his hands stayed working on your breast as the other flattened and smoothed down the front of your torso. “And this pretty tummy…makes me so happy to see you like this, baby. Full of food every night. It means I’m doin’ my job providin’ for you.”

Joel’s relentless touching was really getting to you. You were damp between your legs by now surely.

“And here…” Joel slid his hand past the waistband of your panties and you whimpered as his fingers stroked along your wetness. He let out a breath that was nearly a groan. “I love feelin’ you here, sweetheart. Feelin’ you clench around me as you finish, gettin’ that hazy look in your eyes…”

He pushed two fingers into you and you whined, arching your back against him. “Joel—”

“Shh,” he whispered. He mouthed at your neck and curled his fingers to stroke along your front wall. “Look at you, darlin’.” When you were nice and ready, he retracted his fingers. You whimpered at the loss, but it soon turned into a gasp as he unzipped his pants and pushed his length into you.

You let out a soft moan and closed your eyes at the feeling. Oh…he was so big, so—

He nipped at your neck and your eyes flicked open with a gasp. “Eyes on yourself, pretty girl. Want you to see how gorgeous you are takin’ me.”

At that, hesitation won over arousal for a split second. “Joel, I don’t…”

He kissed the part of your neck he bit, his affection so tender it made your heart swell. “You trust me?”

You nodded.

“You can do this, baby. Watch. I’m gonna take care of you.”

You bit your lip, then nodded again.

Joel grinned. “Good girl,” he cooed. “Put your hands on the counter.”

You did as he asked. The white porcelain was cold against your palms, but one of Joel’s big hands came to rest atop one of yours. The other grabbed your hip.

Then he started to move.

You let out a moan as he dragged along your walls. It had been so long since you both had done this and he was filling you so well, making it hard to breath, hard to see, hard to think…

“Eyes open, baby.”

They had closed in your feeling of ecstasy and you hastily snapped them open. Sex with Joel was always erotic, but actually watching it happen in the mirror like this…

He reached down to thumb at your clit and you let out a soft whine. Joel chuckled. “Needy girl,” he murmured. He let out a groan into your neck. “So warm, darlin’.”

Joel thrust into you deeper and put a hand on your stomach. “Another thing I love,” he whispered, “is when I make it so you can feel me all the way up in this pretty tummy.”

You mewled at that. There was a white-hot fire in your lower belly and it ached and you didn’t know if you wanted the fans flamed or extinguished or—

“Look how pretty my babygirl looks when she’s takin’ me,” Joel murmured.

Your eyes were half-lidded in the mirror, breasts moving with every thrust up into you. There was a flush around your cheekbones and nose and your lips were softly parted as Joel took you.

“Mmm.”

“Oh?” Joel kept rubbing circles into your clit as your hips squirmed. “Was that an agreement, sweet girl?”

You hesitated. Your mind was too blissed out to think clearly. “I—“

“Does my pretty baby see how I see her now?” A particularly well-placed thrust from Joel had you keening. “How beautiful she is?”

You whined and rocked back against him. Something was building inside you, a tight coil right between your legs, and it was too hot, too hot, and you…you needed…

“Fall apart for me, sweetheart,” Joel breathed.

You did. You let out a high-pitched moan and your walls clenched around Joel’s length, causing him to grunt. Your head swam. Your vision fuzzed. You barely even registered Joel pulling out and his spend landing on the back of your thigh.

Your legs shook and you let out a pathetic whine. Joel was quick to scoop you into his arms. “I gotcha, babygirl,” he whispered, kissing your cheek as he carried you to the bedroom. “Gotta lay on your tummy so I can clean you up, yeah?”

You nodded and let him place you on the bed face down. Your entire body felt like it was melting.

Joel left for the bathroom and soon returned with a warm washcloth to gently wipe between your legs and at his spend on the back of your thigh. When he was done he took you into his arms.

Chest to chest, he smiled down at you and pushed hair back from your face. “Hi pretty girl.”

You smiled back. “Hi,” you whispered.

His thumb caressed your cheekbone for a moment. “I know your feelings about yourself aren’t going to disappear overnight and that’s okay, but…you think you can give yourself a compliment now?”

You blushed, then nodded. “I like it when you make my cheeks flush.” Your voice was small, shy.

“Yeah?” Joel’s eyes sparkled. “How come?”

“Because I think I…” You swallowed. “I think I look pretty like that.”

Joel grinned. “Yes you do, baby.” He held you close. “Yes…you most definitely do.”

An older man’s callused ones, preferably ♡

need strong hands around my throat right now

Thank you! I think it adds a nice touch ☺️ and I also wouldn’t be surprised if Spidey makes a quip about reader’s bedhead too

https://www.tumblr.com/hanasnx/772234429346316288/im-about-to-end-it-all-rn-i-miss-spiderman-so-bad

I don’t know why I suddenly thought of either Peter or Miguel swinging through the city, inevitably coming to reader’s window and finding it unlocked and her vulnerable, sleeping in bed wearing nothing except a silk pink tank top and shorts pajama set with lace trim….anyways

Also speaking of Miguel, my friend’s mom saw Oscar Isaac at In n Out yesterday!

— link.

once again u go the extra mile with the aesthetics of the asks ive never seen that before. super cute bambi

spidey's saying "nice jammies" when you wake up to him crawling inside and miguel is def playing w the soft material between his fingers like a creep

This has so much potential with SugarDaddy!Joel Miller

pretty girl reader who’s actually the sweetest person ever; unfortunately, no matter how kind you are, you’re still a flat broke college student with a heart bigger than your wallet. when your roommate keeps telling you to “use your face card to get us out of this shithole”, you tell her you can’t! she’s suggesting that you go on dating apps and plug your venmo so random men will send you money because they think you’re hot. you (unfortunately for her) have morals, so you think that’s the wrong thing to do. when the after school center you volunteer at doesn’t have enough funding to sponsor gifts for the kids, you finally give in and make the dating profile. you’re clear that the money is only to buy children’s gifts + you’re even willing to prove it by sending receipts of all the items you’ve bought with what you’re calling “donations”

enter in character. rich, hot character who’s focused on work but his best friend makes him a profile. he’s curious to see how his friend set it up and after getting the login info, he finds himself scrolling on the app, bored out of his mind. before he deletes it for good, deeming the app and the five minutes he spent on it a terrible waste of time, he lands on your profile. you’re beautiful, yes, but you’re… collecting money to buy gifts?

intrigued, he messages you. you message him back. you’re earnest and enthusiastic and even through a screen, he can tell: you’re a good person. you’re a genuine person. he doesn’t meet many people like that nowadays. so even after christmas is over and you’ve bought all the gifts, he still finds himself reaching out to you. you have a bright, overly optimistic perspective on everything, and he finds it endearing. he finds everything about you endearing.

just !!! him basically begging you to let him be your sugar daddy (without him ever explicitly using that phrase😭) man who wants to provide x oblivious reader who wouldn’t even take his money without at least doing something in return for him

mmm tall boyfriend!character who you're excitedly telling a story to but you have to keep tilting your head up to look at him while talking, so in the middle of your excited rambling, he takes a seat but also pulls you into his lap; even sitting he's a bit taller than you, so having you on him and so close is far more practical, he thinks. you pause for a minute, but he's looking at you with a tiny smile.

"keep talkin', baby. im listening." but it's hard to concentrate on your story when he's looking at you like that, his large hand rubbing circles against the small of your back.

This is so Bruce Wayne coded ♡

*takes you on a shopping spree so I can rub your pussy and edge you in every single change room*

@hanasnx that last sentence inspired me to write this up real quick :)

You and Bruce had an arrangement—he’d pay for your manicures if he got to pick how they looked.

Before you, he’d never really cared that much about what his partners wore or how they groomed themselves; if they looked nice, that was what mattered. But you…oh, things were different with you. He liked picking things out for you whether it be clothes, shoes, or hair accessories. You were his pretty little doll that he got to dress up right down to the nails on your fingers. He’d picked out several sets so far:

French tips that looked so utterly gorgeous as your tiny hand stroked up and down his shaft.

Blush pink that matched the pretty little flush blooming on your cheeks every time he sucked on your neck or nipped at your breast or licked at your clit.

Wine red polish that contrasted so beautifully with the white lace set he’d bought you, standing out like blood on snow.

Sparkles with bow charms that matched the satin ribbons you’d tie in your hair, only to be ruined when he yanked your head back as he took you from behind.

This week’s set was an autumnal brown, the same color as the coffee he’d sucked off your bottom lip that morning. You’d let out a pretty little gasp—as you always did—which led to him wanting to pull even more noises out of you….

Which led him to now.

You were in bed in his lap, back to his chest as he thrust up into you, the two of you facing the mirror on his bedroom wall. One of his hands was on your hip and the other on your neck, lightly gripping it just enough to send you into that fuzzy, foggy mindset you sometimes liked to slip into.

“Shh,” he cooed when he gave you a particularly hard thrust and you let out a high pitched whine, squeezing your eyes shut. “Eyes open, sweetheart. Don’t wanna miss how pretty you look.”

“I can’t, I—”

“Yes you can.” He punctuated his statement by dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin beneath your jaw. “Come on, be a good girl for me.”

“Bruce,” you mewled. He knew what that meant. You were right there, right on the edge.

“Fall apart for me, sweet thing,” he murmured. He brought his thumb to flick against your clit and you arched your back with a keen as you fell over the edge. “That’s it—clench around me just like that—good girl, good girl,” he groaned, spilling inside of you as he reached his own climax.

A few minutes later you were relaxed in Bruce’s muscled arms, completely blissed out, as he sat leaning back against the headboard of his king-sized bed.

Bruce’s eye caught on your hand and he clicked his tongue as he lifted it to examine your nails. The polish was chipping around the edges and there was a gap near your cuticles where the nail was beginning to grow. “Looks like it’s time for another trip to the nail salon.”

With sleepy doe eyes you followed his gaze. “Mmm. What kind should I get this time?” Your voice was still breathy and light with the afterglow of reaching your peak.

“What about the ones you got a couple months ago?” He ran his thumb over your knuckles. His hand practically swallowed yours. “They looked…pearly, a little sharp.”

“The pearl chrome ones?” you clarified.

“Were they oval?”

“Almond.”

“Whatever. Yes, those. I’ll set up an appointment for you tomorrow.”

You giggled. “Tomorrow it is.”

Bruce pressed a kiss to your forehead. He was glad to request those again because he remembered those quite fondly—he was pretty sure he could still feel the marks on his skin from when you’d raked them down his back as he drove into you.

That and, well, they would look very nice paired with the engagement ring he’d bought you.

I feel like Bruce would be the type to pay for your manicure/pedicure but would want to be the one to pick the color/style

okay this is cute asf. like down to the little decorations at the top n bottom are you kidding me?? this eats i love this so much.

and yea bruce would, and it’s all in good taste. you prolly asked him what his favorite looks were (you had to explain to him what the shapes and styles are called) and when he gives you the money this time, you look at him waiting for him to tell you what he wants. and he’s like, “hm.. that one you did a couple months ago. they looked pearly, a little sharp.” and you know exactlyyy what he’s talking about bcos those were the ones you used to tear into his back

Hello! I write for several fandoms (the main ones being The Last of Us, Call of Duty, Outer Banks, and Marvel). I’m open to writing smut, fluff, angst, whatever! More details about who I write for can be found on my profile under Rules and Fandoms/Character List!

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Why? To connect potential fic requesters with you. 🖤

No hidden motive - I get inquiries about requests and idk where to refer them when mine are closed. Will link this on pinned post.

Adults only, please.

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Shhh honey, it’s alright. I love that groggy voice you make when you’re sleepy, you’ve been moaning in it for the last few minutes. Hey calm down, just relax for me, ok baby? I’m going slow, just how you like it. Just stay calm and take it, then we can go right back to sleep, ok?

Thinking about this with Joel….just him pressing kisses to your neck from behind and murmuring into your ear, “That’s it sweetheart, just fall right asleep with me inside, you’re doing so good baby—”

Fuck me to sleep and let me keep your cock warm all night

when is it my turn to have an older man fuck me silly and then hold me after????? when is it my turn to be called a good girl?? when is it my turn to be called princess??

okay, but a man talking you through your orgasm. a man who smiles the second you climax and is all "there we go,", is smoothing his hands over your trembling thighs and says "you're shaking so hard, baby," who has to keep your hips down as he tuts "easy, sweetheart, easy, that's just the second one...", who exhales a laugh under his breath as he sweetly inhales the back of your neck, his palm cupping your pulsing cunt when he points out "too much for you, my love? are you getting sore?"