Goodnight Kiss

joel miller x f!reader

Joel’s a good dad. You try to remind him.

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His keys jingle in the door lock an hour after your shift was intended to end.

You don’t mind. You’re used to this routine by now. He still has the courtesy to text you that he’ll be running late, and he always pays a little extra for the additional hours. You’re only here for the summer, and every penny helps grow the savings fund you’ve been eagerly building before entering the less-than-reliable job market next year.

Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: E (age gap)

Summary: Best friends with younger one, you’ve known the Miller brothers since forever — you’ve wanted the older one for just as long.

a/n: it’s been a while! I’ve been writing over on Ao3, but thought I would pop in and say hi and happy summer ❤️ enjoy! —

Glancing at the clock on the wall, you wonder how much longer you need to stay before it’s appropriate to leave. 

You can’t even remember the name of the person who's talking at you – someone who said they took calc with you or something, back in high school. Brian, maybe? Ben? Picking at the label on the bottle in your hand, you tip the last swallow of warm beer into your mouth, grimacing at the taste. 

“Gimme a second,” you interrupt him. “I’ll be right back.”

Not a fuckin’ chance , you think to yourself. 

A little longer than seven minutes in heaven

Javi Gutiérrez, a tourist you met in the caves of Porto, becomes a good friend of yours and, after months of knowing each other (and pining for him), you visit his home for a week's holiday. He plans a party for you.

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x ftm!Reader Word count: 6˙159 words

Warnings: SMUT!, MDNI!, reader had top surgery + hysterectomy, is on t, reader has set nationality is from Porto, Javi is a puppy, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), bj giving AND receiving, alcohol consumption, drunk make-out

P.S. Huge thanks goes out to @obsessedwithpedritoofc for helping me with the Spanish in this one <3 (gracias hermano) — check out his fics!

oh, to be drinking vinho do porto and eating pastéis with Javi in this awful summer heat 😔🤌🏻

i just loved this so much, and it felt incredibly close to home <3

Sanctification - A Joel Miller x Vaginismus F!Reader One Shot

Summary: You're convinced your body will always be against you, and that you'll never know pleasure again. That is until you meet Joel Miller.

Pairing: No Outbreak Joel Miller x Vaginismus F!Reader (No name, confirmation of age or physical description of reader in terms of ethnicity. I've imagined Reader to be around a similar age bracket as Joel, who is in his early 50's when writing this, however Reader's age is not mentioned, so you can determine/imagine it's you, if you'd like to, bub.)

Word Count: 5.8k

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."

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Triggers/Warnings: Mentions and descriptions of the symptoms and effects of vaginismus/brief mentions of cancer/scarring/pain/depression/some trauma/unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/fingering/oral M & F receiving/Joel has a filthy mouth. ☝🏻This story focuses primarily on Secondary Vaginismus: pain during penetration that develops after a person has already experienced sexual intercourse, which could be due to an infection, menopause, a medical condition, surgery, or childbirth.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: It's important to me that all types of readers are represented in my work, therefore this collection of stories is written for readers with REAL bodies. However, anyone can enjoy them. Whilst this story may not specifically represent your own personal journey, it is my hope that it resonates and offers comfort and enjoyment. The condition/disability mentioned in this story is not 'one size fits all' - everyone's journey is personal and unique, and I have undertaken as much research as I can to write accurately and respectfully. 🧡

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Okay... This is, actually, so beautifully written you almost had me in tears there.

I can't put into words how much I loved this one, how you captured the feelings at the beginning, how soft and loving Joel is, this one probably being one of my favorite representations of him so far. I would also raise my hand to be with that man.

I hope you bring them back down the line, this made me super happy, I'm at a loss for words.

dried blood and swear words

joel miller x reader

Fuck, it hurt. You watched blood riveting down your leg as you were limping towards your house. It was a small thing on the outskirts of Jackson, and most days you were grateful for the peace and quiet, safety of the walls protecting your troubled mind from bursts of uncontrollable panic. But now, the remote location of your hut only brought pain with every step you took towards it. Each stumbling felt like an eternity, your vision blurring slightly as you stubbornly pushed on. You felt your left pant leg stick to your skin with blood that has soaked it through, you winced imagining the pain that you would have to endure when it was time to take the ruined pants off.

Homage - A Javi Gutierrez x Blind F!Reader One Shot

Summary: A collision in a coffee shop with an enigmatic man sparks an exhilarating romantic encounter.

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Blind F!Reader (No name, confirmation of age or physical description of reader in terms of ethnicity. Reader does have hair. Reader is completely blind. Reader speaks & understands Spanish.)

Word Count: 6.7k

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."

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Triggers/Warnings: Unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/oral F receiving/fingering/lots of kisses/Reader is completely blind and uses a cane and guide dog/I've tried to write this story without describing Javi's expressions etc... because Reader would not see them, but there is a little bit of Javi POV/Javi falls hard for you/lots of slushy, soft romance/mentions of Nicholas Cage

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: It's important to me that all types of readers are represented in my work, therefore this collection of stories is written for readers with REAL bodies. However, anyone can enjoy them. Whilst this story may not specifically represent your own personal journey, it is my hope that it resonates and offers comfort and enjoyment. The condition/disability mentioned in this story is not 'one size fits all' - everyone's journey is personal and unique, and I have undertaken as much research as I can to write accurately and respectfully. 🧡

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Sweet As Honey - A Beekeeper Ezra One Shot 🐝

Summary: Modern AU. You work in a quaint village shop with a very eccentric and misunderstood proprietor, who you know is just as sweet as honey underneath his beekeeping veil.

Pairing: Beekeeper Ezra x F!Reader (No name, confirmed age, physical description or ethnicity of Reader, except they have hair (length not mentioned) and wear a dress. Ezra is aged 45 in this, as per canon.)

Word Count: 12.1k 🐝 buzz, buzz... Grab some honey tea and settle in.

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You tell me I’m doing well, and then, you try to kill me.”

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Warnings/Triggers: Unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/fingering/oral F receiving/lewd dirty talk/Ezra is his usual rambling self/a wayward bee sting/lots of fluff thrown in/far too much honey/Ezra has both of his arms in this story.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: I've written Ezra a little sweeter and softer in this story, and I just love how he turned out! 🥹 Look out for the many cameos/mentions of some of the other Pedro Boys! 😎 If you've seen/read this before it's because it was on my old deactivated blog - but I'd love for you to enjoy it again. 🐝

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this is so sweet, pun intended 🐝

oh my-

freckle confessions

summary: confessing your feelings to frankie in a unique way...

warnings: none i think?? this is pure fluff! also this was an old blurb rewritten for frankie to help me ease into writing for him, because ive been dying to forever lol <3

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Warm bodies are tangled together under the sheets while the birds chirp peacefully outside. A lovely, golden-pink sunlight floods through the bedroom windows and past the curtains which ripple gently from the late summer, early morning breeze outside. Frankie is laying on his back beside you in all his glory, his broad chest on full display for you as your hand rubs over his baby soft skin. 

Laying on your side with your face just inches from Frankie’s solid frame, you drag a single finger from freckle to freckle, moving in a randomized route over the teeny specks littering the top of his shoulder and on the back of his arm. You smile, just to yourself, looking up at the man beside you and contemplating just how lucky you are.  

“What’re you doing?” Frankie finally speaks up with a soft, hushed chuckle, feeling the soft sensation of your fingertips, and wondering what your wandering finger’s goal is as his warm, umber eyes bore into yours from above.

“Doing… connect-the-dots,” you murmur honestly, yet avoid his gaze.

“With my freckles?” he laughs, leaning down and over to kiss the side of your head.

“Mhm,” you admit before gently pushing him up by the shoulder so that he turns over to lay on his side with his back to you. 

From contingent doodles, you instead begin tracing the words I love you on his back, invisibly connecting the little brown dots he has there, too. You copy those three words over and over and over again, seemingly lighter each time in fear he might catch on. 

You write the phrase in all caps, all lowercase, slanted, in cursive, any way you can. It’s what some would consider a risky game, but for now, it’s the bravest you’ll be and the closest you’ll get to saying the words out loud. 

“And what are the dots making, Querida?” Frankie coos, his voice slightly muffled now that he’s not facing you.

“You get three guesses,” you say quietly, hoping he guesses wrong and this all gets swept under the carpet until you can actually voice the real words to him.

this is so precious, I'm in tears

Best I Ever Had

Jackson!Joel Miller x afab!reader | w/c: 2.3k

Summary: Someone tries to hit on you on your night out with Joel, insulting your man in the process, and oh you don't like that. You blow off some steam in more ways than one.

Content/Warnings: Reader is able-bodied, no physical descriptions. Feminine perception of reader and feminine pet names (Joel calls you mama and babygirl), but no pronouns used. Reader's a fucking badass and can hold their own fights (probably Joel's too, tbh). Slight description of reader getting physical/violent with another person (bby has some anger issues). A bit of insecure Joel. 18+ MDNI! Dom!reader !! Sub!Joel !!!! P in V unprotected. Slight breeding kink (reader just likes being filled, no children talk). Joel has a fast refractory period (don't think too much on it, just enjoy). Definitely some overstimulation. Cockwarming. Riding..straddling.. Teasing. Begging. Edging. Sloppy making out. Multiple orgasms. Please let me know if there’s anything I missed that should be up here!

A/N: Some get post-nut clarity, but I get post-nut lust. This was the product of that. Hope you enjoy, my angels. Thank you @honeyedmiller for beta’ing 🩶 also I picture both game Joel or hbo Joel, so it’s entirely up to you what you wanna visualize ;)

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It was a busy night at the Tipsy Bison. Everyone was out. Everyone was mingling, getting to know each other. As if it wasn’t a small town already, but hey, it wouldn’t hurt to make sure you really knew the people living in this little forever-town. 

Except, Joel was not one to mingle—especially on nights like tonight. Tommy insisted that he come, it’ll be nice, he tried to reason. 

I love this Joel so much, heeeelp

for you, for me | joel miller x f!reader

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pairing: joel miller x f!reader rating: 18+ word count: 4.4k

additional notes: this is a work of fiction. joel and reader have pre-established rules and trust surrounding breath play and you should always research the risks before engaging in any kind of edge play irl. additionally, the kinks and dynamics portrayed in this fic are based on a combination of personal experience, research, and wish fulfillment. it is not meant to be read as educational. it is a fantasy.

a/n: no wheel being reinvented here. just some good old comfort sex with daddy!joel. enjoy if this is your thing, scroll on if it's not. thank you to @joelscruff and @5oh5 for reading this over for me and everyone who showed this fic love on ao3.

I'm screaming into the void, this is just amazing

This image got me thinking about A Cup Of Love Dieter... a little drabble, nothing wild, just soft.

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader. Just slightly over 1k words written on a whim this evening...

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He knows that you secretly loathe these events that you’re dragged to, sparkling on his arm like some expensive diamond, when you tell yourself you're nothing but a zirconia really.

He’s not really fond of them either. Too full of panache and charade, but it’s part of the gig.

I AM IN TEARS, THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL.

feelings on fire (joel miller x f!reader) 18+ PART TEN

You think you might finally understand what it means to experience happiness.

Not the feelings you've faked for most of your life, not the plastered-on smiles and faux giggles, autopilot prayers and forced gratitude. No - real happiness. That tingling sensation of nothing but pure bliss, safety, love, and peace, something that's felt far out of your reach for most of your life. It swells in your chest, makes a home in your heart as you nuzzle into fluffy pillows, warm bedsheets, and feel yourself drift in and out of consciousness, completely and utterly relaxed. Happy, you can't help but think to yourself, I'm so happy.

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❝ summer lovin’ ❞

chapter summary: you run into some trouble at the summer fair. joel is there to help.

chapter warnings/tags: MDNI. no-outbreak!joel. neighbor!joel. foul language. food consumption. age gap (reader is in her 20s, joel is in his 50s). harassment and attempted coercion (not joel). depictions of anxiety & a brief anxiety attack. reader is a sensitive gal!! readers dad is a cop, other side characters are as well. major daddy issues. absent mother(s). reader is a bit prudish to the idea of smoking, but it’s justified. flirting. mutual pining. sexual tension. fluff. angst. no depictions of race or body type, other than reader being shorter than joel. some outfit descriptions.

word count: 9.6k

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You spend most of your days thinking about Joel Miller. 

TOTALLY WORTH THE WAIT. I loved this so much.

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❝welcome to the neighborhood❞

chapter summary: you meet your new neighbor and quickly discover he’s all you’re able to think about.

chapter warnings: MDNI. mostly exposition. no-outbreak!joel. neighbor!joel.foul language. discussions of alcoholism. verbal abuse (readers father). discussions of prior domestic abuse. readers father is a police officer, that gets its own warning. age gap (reader is in her 20s, Joel is in his 50s), pet names. slow burn. tension. female masturbation. no descriptions of race or body type, except implication that Joel is noticeably taller than reader.

word count: 3.5k

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The first time you saw him was through your bedroom window. 

Bulging biceps and graying curls stuck to his forehead with sheen sweat under the Texas sun. You wished you could make out the features of his face better. He was with another man, equally handsome from what you could tell in a boyish sort of way, sporting long, raven hair. Together, they unloaded the moving van. You couldn’t decipher what they were saying, but you could hear the booming cadence of their voices and occasional laughter.