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orchiddarling · 3 months

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Warming Up

Joel Miller x Fat!Female Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.8k

Contents: pwp. established relationship. temperature play. Joel has lots of body hair. lube. handjob. lots of playing with balls. cumplay. fondling everything between his legs, asshole to dick tip. dirty talk.

Summary: You come in from shoveling snow and menace an innocently sleeping Joel with your cold body.

A/N: An anon mentioned they'd like an actual fic out of the thot this came from, so I promised that once I got a proper snow day I'd give it a shot. We got 4" and this is how it turned out.

Thanks to @covetyou for letting me throw ball quotes at her. She caught them in one hand. Amazing skills.

Not beta'd. Any mistakes are my own.

Joel is still asleep when you come back in from shoveling snow. It’s still coming down, but you think it’s going to stop soon considering the size of the flakes and how slowly they’re falling.

His snoring quiets as you strip out of your damp clothes and slip into bed. It only takes the light brush of your hand on his shoulder to make him jump.

“Christ. How’d you get so cold going to the bathroom?” His voice is rough with sleep and slurred a little as his brain tries to catch up.

The impish impulse wins out and you scoot closer to drape yourself over him as much as you can with him sprawling out on his stomach. He yelps and makes to move away, but he’s already at the edge of the mattress.

“I went out to do some shoveling.”

“Why didn’t you get me up? I would’ve helped.”

He would’ve insisted doing all of it himself and then complained when he came back in, half frozen over and extra grumpy.

“I know, but you were so pretty sleeping in a puddle of your own drool.” You laugh when he wipes at his face and finds nothing.

You tug on his shoulder, silently asking him to roll onto his side so you can have better access to him. He goes with a grunt and spits out another curse when you fit yourself against him: your breasts smushing against his back, your belly filling in the curve above his flat butt, your thick thighs pressing into the back of his, and your feet rubbing up and down his calves.

He puts out so much body heat that he only wear boxers to bed even in the dead of winter, but your chilled body is sapping all of that extra heat and making him shiver; he probably regrets kicking off all the covers now. You take a moment to readjust your breasts and belly into a more comfortable position and find a place for the arm you’re laying on. There’s not a lot of good options for what you have in mind so you just follow the line of his own arm, your hand only making it halfway down his forearm. His head isn’t that heavy, since it’s laying across both of your arms. He turns it just a bit to kiss your bicep and you kiss his own in answer. Your free hand wanders, rubbing up and down his arm and snaking around to his chest.

Joel is covered in hair, everywhere you’re touching you can feel it tickling you. You rub your hand over his chest, feeling it on your palm and you wonder if it helps keep the heat in. Tipping a finger downward, you use your nail to circle one flat nipple and then the other. Back and forth, from one side of his chest to the other, you continue until they’re drawn up and hard, sticking out well past the hair around them. You palm one, enjoying the feeling of it poking into your hand and squeeze his tit. He trembles just a little.

“You're shaking. Is it the cold or my hand on your skin?”

“Your hand is still cold.” He mutters, but there’s no bite to his bark. Not with the way he’s leaning into you, his body pushing forward into your hand while trying to keep the other points of contact.

You bury your face in his neck for a moment, inhaling his smell so concentrated from sleep. Tempted, you press lips and teeth and tongue anywhere you can reach. A nip at his jaw makes him moan, and you wonder if he does it to you so often because he likes the way it feels and he wants to share that with you.

He sinks into the mattress, melting into your touch as you follow the trail of hair down his torso to rest on his soft stomach. You nudge the waistband of his boxers down just enough to expose his belly button and stroke his skin and the whorls of hair there. A fingertip tracing the rim is enough to send another shiver through him.

“‘Know what would be the perfect thing to warm my hand? A big load of your hot cum. Will you give it to me, Joel? Hmm? It always feels warm inside of me.”

When he nods, his head moving over your arms, you press your hand firmly into the squishy middle of him.

“I need your words. Tell me if you want me to jerk you off or not.”

“Yes! Yes please, baby.”

“Alright then.”

He’s lifting his hips and with your help his boxers are off and tossed across the room in no time. You grip his hip to stop him from rolling onto his back and instead pat that strong thigh, enjoying the way the strike make the meat there jiggle.

“If you open your legs and prop this one back on me,” You hum in satisfaction when he follows your directions, his leg resting on yours tucked in behind him.

Cuddling with him like this has done a good job at warming you up, but your hand must still be chilled, because when you caress the strip of skin between his groin and hip goosebumps break out across his thigh. It’s all fun and games to put ice cube hands on him, but you want to be considerate, going into this sensitive area.

“Is my hand still too cold?”

“Nah. I like it. It’s warmed up–.” Joel cuts off with a gasp when you shove your hand between his legs.

The angle is a little awkward, but you make it work. If his body is like a furnace, this here is the pilot light. It feels like a brand, his cock and balls burning where they touch you. You reach past them in their nest of pubic hair and stroke where the curve of his ass cheeks starts and the line between them. Spreading them, you tease his asshole to make him gasp. Moving back to run a finger across his perineum and cup his balls, moving them this way and that in a gentle massage. They’re so warm and heavy, you could hold them forever, your preferred handwarmers. If your other hand was free and you were in a different position, you wouldn’t have to give them up, but you like being close to him like this.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you watch as much of his face as you can see to gauge his reactions. The apple of his cheek rising and falling as his jaw drops. The way he pulls his lip between his teeth and then lets it go before he bites down too hard. The way his crow’s feet scrunch up when he closes his eyes. He’s a beautiful man, Joel Miller.

The muscles of his furred forearm bunch under your hand as he reaches back for you. His grip is tight as he presses his forehead against your entwined fingers in a sweet gesture. Your eyes close on their own and you lay there together, feeling his strong heartbeat thudding through his chest.

“Are you gonna fuck me or just hold my balls the whole time?”

“I could hold your balls all day, baby. Don’t tempt me.” And isn’t that an idea to play around with? Maybe you could try it out the next time you’re in the mood for edging.

Reluctantly, you give his sack a fondle of farewell and move onto his cock. It’s already hardening, hot and throbbing in your hand. You map it, seeing how much of it you can touch with just the one hand and in how many different ways. Measuring it’s length in fingertips, Joel doesn’t bother smothering a moan when you palm the head and squeeze down on the spongy tip just a little.

“Can you get the lube for me?” You ask him and he nods.

He leans over and fishes around in the nightstand drawer, bringing out a half empty bottle of lube. A quick flick of his thumb opens it and he holds it for you, squeezing a good amount into your hand.

You don’t waste any time getting his cock back in your hand, gliding the lube up and down and covering as much of it as you can. You ask for more before you’re satisfied with the way your hand slides over it and start stroking him to a full erection.

Joel is panting and letting out needy little noises that delight you. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with his free hand. It keeps moving: propping him up on the bed and grabbing at sheets until it whips back on a harder downstroke from you and finds the line of your apron belly. He sinks his fingers there, a little lower than your hip between thigh and belly, and kneads, kneads, kneads. He’s getting worked up and and you can’t help the grin that spreads on your face when he starts to babble.

“Just like that. Christ, when you squeeze the tip like that I can’t– “

He rocks his hips and you have to work with his movements to keep the rhythm going. You can feel the muscles in his abdomen clenching when your forearm rubs against it and you know he’s close. You press up on him as much as you can and his grip on your belly tightens to keep you there.

“Are you gonna come for me? All that hot cum would be the perfect thing to finish warming me up.”

Everything speeds up and you only get a half garbled warning before he’s coming. With a quick flick of your wrist you cover the pulsing red head of his cock and do your best to catch all of his cum that spurts out, even as it oozes between your fingers and down your wrist. It’s just as hot as you said, the warmth transferring to your skin before quickly cooling.

“Ah-A few more strokes, baby, please.” He tells you and you oblige, giving them to him and making even more of a mess between his legs, before going back down to cup his balls again, just holding him there as he catches his breath.

He exhales heavily and leans all of his weight back onto you. His hand wiggles down under your belly and finds the hot slick mess of your own making. It’s escaped your labia to spread over your mound and inner thighs.

Nudging you over with his shoulder, Joel rolls you both, laying you out on your back and twisting around until he hovers over you. He kisses you then, your first kiss of the day, lapping into your mouth with languid thrusts of his tongue until it’s your turn to moan.

“Your extremities seem to be all warmed up, but I gotta make sure you’re hot all the way through. Can’t have you catching a chill, can we?”

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orchiddarling · 2 years

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Welcome to the Quarry! pt 1.

Pairing: Travis Hackett x Reader (M/F)

Prompt: The lack of fics for Travis.

A/N: I need more Travis and/or Chris x reader. So I said... fuck it! I’ll do it myself. (You also are 26!!) Warning!: There will be smut later. (Gif does not belong to me; it belongs to the owner!)

You were on your way to Hackett’s Quarry a day early; you had your music up and the window slightly lowered to let the cool night air in. Your air conditioner was broken and you were hoping that this job at a kid’s camp would help cover some vehicle repairs as well as a better place when you returned home.

You were older than the teens that were going to be working there and you were nervous. Chris had hired you to look out for them as he didn’t quite trust that they’d be okay on their own. A glorified babysitter, this should be fun!! You rolled your eyes and sighed, humming softly to the music as you made your way down the stretch of road. Even with the stars and the moon out; the road was so dark. You were starting to worry that you had taken a wrong turn at the fork in the road about 30 minutes ago.

You decided to slow down and pull over to get a better look at the map you had laying on the passenger’s seat. You turned the car’s interior light on and pulled the map to you, “Where the hell am I?” You mumbled to yourself as you traced your finger along the road you think you’d taken. “I’m sure I’m right.... here,” you pointed to your location before examining it more. You were not too far from an open looking spot on the map, “Is that where the Quarry is?” You could admit it now, you were definitely lost. It only took one brief look to your plugged in phone to realize that you had no signal. Is this night getting progressively worse? Your body slumped back in defeat, your head hitting the seat with a long sigh escaping you.

You were too lost in your thoughts with your eyes closed that you didn’t notice an officer pull up behind you. Your music faded just in time for a loud knock on your window, “Excuse me, ma’am?” Your window was still partially rolled down so the voice startled you. You looked at the Officer wide eyed while trying to calm yourself; rolling down the window so you could speak clearly, “Y-Yes sir? I’m sorry... I was just--” “You were..? Doing what? Why are you out on this road so late?” He interrupted you rudely before you could explain. His left hand leaning on your car and his right bracing himself on your windowsill. He was close to you as you spoke. He was so close that you could smell the cologne he was wearing. It did smell pleasant, “As I was saying, I was headed to Hackett’s Quarry. I’m going to be a counselor there this summer.” The Officer seemed very skeptical, studying your features to see if you were lying to him. There were weird people always trying to get close to the Quarry;. The rumors of the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry would spur young adventurers and thrill seekers into the forest surrounding the Quarry. It was a pain in the ass and tonight, well, he really didn’t need that.

“Counselor’s aren’t expected until tomorrow night,” He hummed low, looking at the night sky for a moment before awaiting a response from you. “I know, I wanted to come early so that I could prepare. Mr. Hackett said he would be there. So... he’s kind of waiting for me.” The truth was, you didn’t want to pay for a whole month’s rent and that led you to couch hopping at friend’s places. It saved you some money! Your plan was to come up a day early, get acquainted and comfy before everyone else started to show up. You would also start getting paid as soon as you got there.

He sighed and closed his eyes before giving a stern response, “You will not be going there tonight. You’re going to head to the Harbinger Motel and go first thing to Hackett’s Quarry in the morning.” You could see his grip on the window sill tighten slightly, he was rather annoyed. Had this been happening to him a lot lately? “I understand, Officer, but I really don’t have the funds to stay at a Motel. I swear... Mr. Hackett’s---” “You will do as I say, ma’am, and you will head to the Harbinger Motel.” He grit the sentence through his teeth. You didn’t want to push the subject further, you didn’t have the money and this guy was not listening to you. So, you did what you thought was the best option, “Okay, I’ll go to the Motel tonight. What’s your name, sir? So I can tell Mr. Hackett who kept me from making it?” You said with a sly smile, watching his brows knit together in irritation. He shook his head before pushing himself up to stand, starting to walk towards his cruiser, “Harbinger Motel ma’am. Tonight..” You shook your head in response, turning your attention back to the map. You weren’t any closer to knowing the location but you had a feeling that open space was the Quarry. You were going to go tonight; you had no money and you would much rather spend the night in your car then go to a run down Motel in the middle of nowhere. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You exited your car and slammed the door shut behind you. You pumped your fist into the air victorious as you moved to the trunk. You had found Hackett’s Quarry, without the help of the Officer! It looked a bit frightening at this time of night, but you had to admit; it was still gorgeous. The lodge stood in front of you, it’s large deck seemed to wrap around the entire front of the place. This is awesome!

As you pulled your bag from the back, you stopped for a moment before closing the trunk. It was eerily quiet out, there were no birds or night time animals. It was a full moon, the stars were out; and not a single peep from an owl, frogs, or crickets. You felt a chill creep up your back before closing the door. This feels... so wrong.. you thought as you ascended the stairs to the front door of the lodge. All the lights were off and it didn’t look like Mr. Hackett was here.

Your hand reached up to knock on the door, “Hello? Mr. Hackett? Are you here?” You called out into the lodge but there was no answer. You moved to one of the big windows to peer inside. There was nothing; no movement, no sound, no light. It was empty. Fuck... I really do have to sleep in my car now. Still better than a Motel. You opened your trunk door again to put your bag down.

Just as you were about to close the trunk door; a pair of strong hands grab you from behind. You were about to let out a scream when one hand came up to press against your lips, effectively sealing them. You struggled in the person’s grasp, only pressing yourself further into them. You felt the stranger’s face close to your head, leaning close to say something, “I told you to go to the Motel; you brought this on yourself.” It... sounded familiar.. wait... No it couldn’t be. It’s the Officer from earlier?! His hand unwrapped from your waist to dig into his pocket while trying to steady you. You felt something cold against your neck, a pinch and then your world started to spin. You felt like a fish out of water the more you struggled in his grasp.

“You did this to yourself!!” He said louder as you started to fall limp in his arms. Had you heard concern laced in his words? No, he was a psycho... and you were his victim. Not how you wanted to start this summer AT ALL!! Would you have been safer if you would have listened and gone to the shitty Motel instead?

Your last vision was of the man carrying you to his squad car bridle style, mumbling something about young people being ��so fucking stupid’ before you felt weightless and your world darkened.

#travis hackett x reader #travis hackett #the quarry x reader #the quarry

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