Oh, the stories I could tell…

Look, I’ve always had a thing for older guys. Call it daddy issues, trauma, call it taste—I’m not new to it.

There was this one, though. Late thirties. Nearly early 40s. Worked with his hands. Had a voice like gravel and a way of looking at me that made my knees weak in the dumbest ways. (Do you understand now why I like men like Joel Miller)

He used to fix things around the complex I lived in (my capability kink was thriving) — quiet, polite, didn’t say much at first. But then he started sticking around a little longer. Asking if I needed help with anything.

And I mean… I did.

He was patient. Confident without being pushy. The kind of man who explains how something works just to watch you understand it. (THAT always hit me)

He was the first one who slowed everything down. Made it feel like it was about me. Like I was the thing worth taking his time on.

Asked me out twice. First time, I brushed it off—I wasn’t really looking for anything. Just got out of something stupid. Didn’t want to deal. But he kept showing up. Kept being… solid. Confident. Patient.

The second time I said yes.

We made it three dates before we fucked. Barely.

Not ‘cause he pushed—he didn’t. He waited. Asked me real soft, like he already knew I’d say yes eventually. And when I did?

We fucked like he’d been thinking about it for weeks.

And GAWD was it good.

..anyway… I’ve always loved writing.

Like, always. Long before Tumblr. Before AO3. Before I even knew fanfic had a name. I wrote on random forums, in half-filled notebooks, on my phone at 2AM when something wouldn’t leave me alone.

At some point I thought—wait. Maybe other people would like this too. Maybe the things in my head aren’t just for me.

So I took my favorite issue-triggering character and ran with it.

And yeah …. you’ve seen the tags.

The way he thought that just looking would be reward enough for all the hard work he was doing... The way she had to forcibly detach him from her pussy... The way he felt like he went to heaven when he understood he would get to actually fuck her... The way he spends forever cumming inside the pussy he's been obsessing over for so long... Ugh! You have such a brilliant mind!

Loved how right after being fucked brainless, she goes right back to her teasing, mean self.

I hope you have inspiration to write more about those two! I would love to read all the different ways she can tease him and be mean to him, but eventually reward him again for his hard work! Joel doubling his efforts to be even more useful in hopes of getting that pussy again! Ah! You have made me feral! Thank you!

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I‘m happy I got you clenching! 🗣️I gotta admit, „dirty work“ does slap and I AM already working on another part.. 🫢🫢

Well… yeah. Guilty as charged. Can’t deny the allegations.

I love a feral lover, so anything A/B/O-adjacent—unhinged lust, obsession, need—you already know I eat that up. Honestly - I’m super into them fics too (don’t @ me I was raised on 2011 fanfic culture and it shows). So yes, that kind of energy is very much in my lane, and I’d absolutely write an A/B/O Joel someday.

(Like you said, I feel like any of my Joel’s would already qualify)

But yeah… the idea has been circling my brain like a little vulture and I just need the right angle to let it take flight.

And yes—unbridled was 100% the right word, good job. 🗣️

It’s coming babe, it’s coming

Like ahhhhhh lemme take care of you Joel I’ll do the cooking the cleaning whatever you want baby. I will always help you stand up from your seat I’m strong enough I can pull you up I SWEAR.

Also veterans are treated so shitty by this country they deserve to have hot girls take care of them.

You just gave me the perfect excuse to add a little backstory to Joel in the next Dirty Old Man part—because God knows that man has seen some shit.

Letting him open up about it, letting reader bring it out of him all slow and sweet, a little rough around the edges, a little raw. Maybe he’s never really talked about it before, not like this. And maybe she’s the only one who’s ever made him want to.

And yeah, it’ll probably end up cute and sexy, because how the hell else does it go with them?

I made this old man Joel moodboard for u🫶

I just imagine game Joel bc I feel like he’s so old man🤭

I LOVE THIS!!!! 🗣️🗣️

emerges from the shadows like Nosferatu, dramatically clutching chest My dear friends, I have been sick for a whole. ass. month. A full 30-day Nosferatu arc—pale, sluggish, avoiding the sun, and hissing at bright screens because every time I looked at one for too long, I got a migraine like some kind of cursed Victorian shut-in.

But at long last, I am slowly crawling out of my crypt, regaining my strength, and finally ready to post very, very soon. Thank you for your concern—I appreciate it more than Nosferatu loves lurking ominously, and I will love you forever (but in a much less unsettling way).