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[SUMMARY: Joel is secretly in love with Tommy’s girlfriend and comforts her while his brother is in jail.]
God, Joel didn’t know what the hell you saw in his brother or more so how the hell Tommy could get a woman like yourself.
Angst fluff protective Joel
Note: story inspired by @dancingtotuyo High Infidelity Series!
Eleven o’clock at night and here you were standing in front of Joel’s front door. Calling his cell with tears in your eyes hoping he would still be awake when thankfully the sound of his voice appeared on the other end.
“Hello”
“Joel? It’s me-“
“What’s wrong? Everything alright?”
“I um- I’m at your front door. I know it’s late but-“ before you could finish your sentence Joel quickly unlocked the door with a look of concern although he already knew why you were there.
“I’m sorry” you hung up your phone as you tried to explain what was going on.
“Tommy got arrested again and they’re not letting him go and-“
“Why didn’t cha call me? It’s late, I woulda gone to get you” he led you inside as you shook your head.
“I know Sarah’s asleep and he didn’t want me to tell you but I didn’t know what else to do” you sighed as you brushed your hands through your hair.
“The hell he do now?” Joel was growing tired of seeing how upset his brother was constantly making you. Every month there was something new that got him in trouble with the law yet he never seemed to learn a lesson.
“He got into a fight and used a knife and-“ you covered your face hiding your tears.
“The guys in the hospital but in critical condition and he’s just out of control-“ you began to hyperventilate.
“Alright, alright take a deep breath. Here take a seat” he grabbed a chair beside him quickly placing it next to you. Wiping your tears away you sat down as Joel sat in front of you leaning forward.
“Hey, look at me” unexpectedly Joel grabbed your hand, his deeps eyes giving you some kind of sense of peace.
“He’s gonna come out like he always does and everything’s gonna be fine, ya hear me? And the second he’s out, I’m gonna beat his ass” Joel tried to get you to laugh, a half a smile appearing on your lips.
“There she is” he whispered, a twinkle in his eyes as he looked into yours.
God, Joel didn’t know what the hell you saw in his brother or more so how the hell Tommy could get a woman like yourself. You seemed to be the complete opposite of him, while he was the trouble making hothead, you were shy, sweet and just trying to get him on the right path.
“I’m gonna call the sitter and you just sit tight, we’ll get goin’ in a few”
“But Tommy didn’t want you to know, he’s gonna get upset with me”
“Listen sugar,” Joel still held your hand in his.
“What Tommy says don’t go when his woman is out alone late at night tryin’ to fix things for him. Don’t worry, I’ll take the heat” he winked at you before getting up and calling Sarah’s babysitter.
The ride to the station had you on edge, reality not exactly feeling like reality in that moment. Tommy knew you were twelve weeks pregnant, yet it didn’t feel like he was taking it seriously. A wave of nausea hitting you making you quickly roll down the window causing Joel to look over at you.
“You alright?”
“Yes” you took a deep breath, you were far from alright.
Once arriving you sat down at a table while Joel stood behind you when Tommy was led into the room. The first sight of Joel and you knew Tommy was pissed, you didn’t even have a chance to defend yourself.
“Tommy-“
“God dammit, I ask you not to do one fucking thing-“
“Tommy she was worried” Joel quickly defended you.
“Besides, you expected her to travel all this way at this time alone? You should know better than that, brother” Tommy looked at you, a glimpse of remorse as he noticed just how upset you were.
“Tommy, this needs to stop” you whispered.
“Look, the guy came at me first-“
“You promised me there would be no more of this” you tried not to cry as Joel silently watched.
“Well I’ll be out of here soon and things will be better-“
“You’re not going anywhere, Miller” a cop walked in through the door with a paper in his hand.
“The man you stabbed just died, you’re looking at a manslaughter charge” you gasped placing your hands on your lips.
“Oh god” you stood up feeling queasy all over again, cold sweats rushing through your body.
“It was self defense!” Tommy yelled angrily as you felt your world spinning.
“God dammit, Tommy” you unexpectedly yelled slamming your hand on the table.
“The hell was I suppose to do?! Be a sucker?!” Tommy yelled back making you almost throw yourself at him until Joel caught you with an arm around your waist pulling you back.
“You selfish prick!” You screamed.
“Oh I’m selfish?! Am I really? Or is it you?!”
Once again angrily you threw a paper at him as Joel pulled you back again. The nerve of him to say all these things knowing the chaos he has caused.
“Go wait in the car” he whispered as Tommy continued to yell angrily.
“Go” Joel repeated before you finally walked out the door crying.
“The hell is wrong with you?” Joel snapped at him once you left.
“Oh please Joel, don’t give me this crap now”
“You got this woman constantly worried about you, tryin’ to help you!” Joel was angry and his brother could see it.
“Yeah well she don’t have to” Tommy shrugged stubbornly.
“She damn well shouldn’t, you sure as hell don’t deserve it” Joel spoke low before walking out leaving Tommy to think over his actions…or at least hoping he would.
Silently getting in the car Joel reached over placing his hand on your thigh. He didn’t have the words but he knew that look, you were fed up. Joel had seen his brother push away many women but with you it was different.
There was silence for some time, you leaned your head on the window as Joel took a deep breath.
“Im sorry my brother can be such an ass sometimes” as he spoke another wave of nausea hitting you, this time worse than before.
“Joel stop the car” you covered your lips with your hand quickly opening the door the second he stopped and ran to the grass.
“Shit” Joel whispered before rushing out beside you. Leaning forward you felt Joel grab your hair out of your face as you struggled to let anything out.
“You alright?” You slowly stood up straight and nodded, wiping your lips with a paper you had.
“Been a rough night” Joel continued, figuring that’s what made you sick before you shook your head.
“Joel….” You sighed figuring you should tell him the truth.
“I’m pregnant” you whispered without looking his way. He stood still for a moment looking at you in disbelief. Joel didn’t understand why in that moment he felt as if he had been punched in the gut.
“Does he know?” He asked low. You quietly nodded.
“God dammit Tommy” Joel whispered looking away, the fact that his brother knew you were pregnant and still let himself get into more trouble pissed him off.
“So he knew this and he asked you to travel here alone this late” Joel shook his head.
“We should get back, incase Sarah wakes up wondering where you are” you walked to the passenger seat not realizing Joel was behind you as you climbed in making sure you could get in safely until you sat down and noticed him beside you.
“I’m ok, Joel. Really” you smiled before he nodded and closed the door. Tommy wasn’t a bad man, but there were many differences in the two. Tommy had his ways of being a gentleman when you least expected it but for Joel, it was an automatic thing without thinking, even more so now knowing you were pregnant. You could already feel the difference in his actions around you the second he found out that you were pregnant. You wished Tommy had been this way with you.
“How far long are you?” Joel asked with his eyes on the road.
“I’m about to be thirteen weeks” your voice cracked making Joel look over at you to find you with tears looking down at your lap.
“Hey, it’s gonna be alright. You ain’t alone in this, you’re family” you appreciated Joels words but the truth hurt too much to ignore.
“Tommy..Tommy didn’t want this…..that’s why I’m the selfish one like he said in there” you wiped away a tear.
“I’m selfish because I want to keep the baby”
Joel frowned looking ahead as his hand tightened on the steering wheel. If his brother was in his face right now it would be Tommy’s face that would be dealing with his tightened fist. Tommy was so lost in his ways he had no idea how lucky he was to have a woman like yourself, how lucky he was to have you as a mother to his child. Tommy took you for granted and this only pissed off Joel. You looked over and noticed him lost in thought, his jaw clenched, you wondered what he was thinking.
“Seems like he’s the selfish one, ain’t he” he uttered low as you looked straight ahead.
“I have an appointment tomorrow-“ Joel quickly looked at you.
“You got someone who could go with you?”
“It was suppose to be Tommy, but of course-“
“I’ll go with ya”
“Joel no, you don’t have to. You have your own life and-“
“Give me a time and I’ll figure it out” you sighed knowing Joel wouldn’t give up, must’ve been a Miller thing.
“It’s at ten in the morning”
“Alright, I’ll pick you up at 9:30 and we go”
You had to admit, having company for this was definitely something you needed, you were now less anxious about the whole thing.
You hadn’t properly slept in days and you could feel your eyes growing heavy, before you knew it you had drifted off to sleep as Joel continued to drive.
“How ya feelin’?” He suddenly asked before looking over and realizing you had fallen asleep. Although he was supposed to drive you home the thought of you alone this upset didn’t sit well with him.
Once arriving to his house Joel carefully carried you out of the car, your head laying against his neck as he carefully made his way in.
“Mr.Miller” the sitter stood up rushing to help him with the door as he came in.
“You go on home, I got it from here. Thank you for coming on such short notice” Joel gave her a nod before walking towards his bedroom.
Gently he lay you down on his bed, your shoes slowly taken off before he slid your legs under the blanket. For just a moment you seemed so peaceful, a soft moan coming from you as you turned your head the opposite way.
“Tommy?” You whispered half asleep.
“Tommy, come to bed” you reached out for his hand as Joel took hold of it and very carefully lay down on the edge of the bed. Moving closer to Joel you lay your hand on his chest and took a deep breath as he delicately placed his hand over yours.
“I love you, Tommy”
Joel swallowed hard, his hand gently brushing hair out of your face as he leaned in and pressed his lips to your forehead…for just a moment Joel felt like you were his..
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Come Away With Me | Joel & Tommy Miller (Trial & Error Season 2)
Series Summary | Four years have passed and you've managed to raise a beautiful baby boy into a sweet little boy. Four years of one night with Joel Miller and countless others with his brother. You've been trying for months now for your second baby and it's proving much more difficult than first time around, so Joel has a plan. One week, alone, on the lake, with one goal - another baby.
Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader x Tommy Miller
Authors Note | So. Yeah. Here we go again. I just couldn't leave these three alone. HUGE shoutout to @cupofjoel who helped flesh this idea out. Very excited to share this with you all.
All of this will make much more sense if you read Trial & Error first, which you can find here.
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A list of all my favourite JOEL MILLER Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.
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On the Mend - Ch 1: Not Today
No Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader
Read this on AO3 | Masterlist
Summary: You were having a really, really bad day in the midst of the scorching Austin summer, and seeing your ex boyfriend, Joel Miller, is the last thing you need.
Word count: 829
A/N: (EDIT 09/17/2023) Okay so I heard ya'll! LMAO and decided to turn this into a mini-series. Not sure exactly how things will play out for these two, but I've written a part 2 and decided to call this mini-series On the Mend. LOL hope you like it. This is a one-shot for now, not sure if and how to continue this. I just got this idea recently and wanted to write it.
The merciless sun bore down as she parked her car. The Austin summer had been relentless, and today, it seemed as if even the universe was conspiring against her.
It had been a thoroughly miserable day. Work had been a disaster; she'd spent hours redoing half of a project her co-worker had botched because she was still hungover from the previous night.
The Texas summer heat, relentless and unforgiving, only added to her misery. As if fate had a personal grudge against her, she realized she'd left her house keys on her office desk when she was already halfway home.
She sighed in defeat and turned her car around to retrieve them. All of this was compounded by her lingering morning sickness, a term she found deceptive as it had resurfaced with a vengeance upon entering her third trimester. She had naively believed she had bid it farewell for good when she'd crossed into the second trimester.
"Whoever called it morning sickness should be shot for lying," she grumbled, attempting to quell the rising nausea that threatened to surface.
Dressed in biker shorts and an oversized t-shirt she kept in her car for emergencies, she got out and beelined to the frozen aisle for a popsicle stick and savored the brief respite offered by the melting ice cold treat.
She sighed in relief and grabbed a pushcart. Her only mission in the store was to grab some Oreos, pickles, and frozen pizza to satisfy her cravings that were so intense, she literally cried in the car on her way over.
As she rounded a corner in the store, she was suddenly face to face with the last person she wanted to see: Joel Miller.
Great. She thought to herself. Couldn't have been on a better day.
Ah, Joel fucking Miller.
The man who had once been the love of her life.
The same man who had taken her on the most memorable first date she'd ever experienced, and had filled the past five years of her life with the kind of joy she'd never known before.
But this was also the man who made it clear to her months ago, after five whole years of being together and living together for three, that he has no plans of marrying her and having a family with her.
She and Joel were arguing at the time when he said it.
--
In the midst of their emotional clash, she couldn't help but speak her mind, her frustration boiling over.
"Joel," she began, her voice trembling with pent-up feelings, "if you get mad at every damn little thing, what's going to happen if we were married? That's not the life I want, and it's not the husband I need."
Joel's eyes flashed with anger as he retorted, "Of course it’s not! And who told you I was going to marry you?" His words cut like a knife, and she felt her heart shatter into pieces.
"We never talked about it, what put the idea into your head?" he continued, his tone harsh and unyielding.
Her jaw went slack in shock, as tears welled up in her eyes as she choked back her emotions.
"But I thought we--," she whispered, her voice barely audible, she couldn't even continue her thoughts when Joel cut her off.
"No." He barked. "You knew from the start that Sarah is my priority. Always was and always will be. I'm not going through the whole marriage thing again." And have our hearts broken all over again when you realize that we're not what you want, he wanted to add. But instead he allowed the silence to linger.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes but she did not respond.
Instead she stood up and went into the closet and started packing. So be it, she told herself as she zipped the last of her bags before going into the bathroom to hastily shove her toiletries into another bag.
She stopped when she pulled one of the lower drawers open. The positive pregnancy test sticks under her box of tampons glared at her, and for a brief moment she contemplated telling Joel. But when she heard the front door slam shut, she pulled herself together and shoved the sticks in the bag as well.
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That was seven months ago and she hasn't seen nor heard from Joel since.
Their eyes met for a moment before his gaze fell upon her very round baby bump. Acting on instinct, she hastily placed her handbag in the shopping cart, a futile attempt to hide it from him, though it didn't do much given the fact that she looked like she had tucked an entire watermelon under her shirt.
She grimaced, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When she locked eyes with him once more, she began walking backwards, her eyes not leaving him and before he could say anything, she had rounded the corner and all he heard was, “Nope. Not today!”
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The Run
Title: The Run | A03 | Rating: M
Pairing: Joel Miller x F! Reader
Summary: Being a day late returning from a run isn’t that big of a deal, but two? Worried doesn't even begin to describe how Joel feels.
Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language.
Brow furrowed and teeth clenched, Joel prowls the living room, the dull thud-thud-thud of his boot heels matching the thunderous pounding of his heart.
“I’m sure they’re fine,” Tommy insists, bouncing his fussing son in his arms. “Just behind schedule, is all. You know how it can be.”
The glare he directs toward his brother stops any further placating dead in its tracks, and the floorboards continue to creak and groan as he restlessly strides back and forth. Being a day late returning from a run isn’t that big of a deal, but two?
The sky out the front window looks all sorts of picturesque; swaths of purple, orange, and pink serve as a backdrop to a glorious, snow-covered mountain range, but as the day slowly gives way to night, his mood also begins to turn dark. Unable to stop his brain from churning over the endless series of disastrous consequences this run could have, Joel resumes his pacing, gaze flickering over to the front door and the shotgun propped up against the wall beside it.
The town is in desperate need of medicine and other essential supplies. You’re the only doctor in Jackson; you know how to tell the difference between the fake shit and the real goods, so, it made sense for you to go. As for Joel? Well, he busted his arm helping build the new schoolhouse and had been urged by the collective to stay put.
Riding, hunting, hauling back the goods - they all require two hands, and there had been plenty of younger volunteers itching to get out of dodge for a bit. Being left behind, being seen as frail - as a liability - it felt akin to a kick in the nuts, but at the moment, he doesn’t give a shit about his pride. All he cares about is you and Ellie.
And if anything happened to either of you…
Joel runs an unsteady hand over his beard. Stalks over to the fireplace. Makes use of the fire iron by viciously poking at the wood and pushing at the coals.
Your time in the National Guard meant you could certainly take care of yourself, and Ellie - who could handle a gun much better now - had tagged along to watch your six. Joel knew the two of you would look out for each other, but he also knew what could happen if shit went sideways. An every-person-for-themselves mentality would set in right quick, and if experience taught him anything, chaos could quickly dissolve into violence, and turn so-called friends into very real adversaries faster than lightning.
Twilight hits and Joel makes up his mind. All he can picture is the two of you hurt - or worse - and he can’t sit on his hands anymore. Tommy tries to talk him out of it, but even his insistency and the protesting-like wails his nephew emits can’t deter him from what he knows he needs to do. He gets his emergency bag of supplies from the hall closet and is reaching for an extra box of ammo from the top shelf when the door abruptly swings open and Ellie strolls in.
Joel hears her laugh, and just like that, his gear slips from his hands. He knows her mirth means all is well, but still, he looks for you. He clocks your high, no-nonsense ponytail. The purple scarf one of your patients knitted you for Christmas. The smile that doesn’t quite reach your grave eyes and the scar along the apple of your cheek and your posh accent interspersed with Ellie’s chattering.
Neither of you appears worse for wear, and Ellie proves it by issuing him one of her infamous rib-cracking hugs. Joel holds her a bit longer than he normally would, and uses the toe of his boot to discreetly kick his bag and the box shells back into the closet and out of sight.
Tommy enters the foyer; his sigh of relief is audible as he welcomes you and Ellie home, and the baby exudes excitement, clapping and squealing at your arrival. Ellie drops her pack at the foot of the stairs, gives them a jovial wave, and announces she’s going to stay with her girlfriend for the night.
Her arrival and subsequent departure are a whirlwind. Joel barely has a second to process it because once you’re divested of your own travel garb, you take his nephew into your arms, and pepper his chubby cheeks with sloppy kisses. The kid is all gummy grins, gurgles, and giggles, and as Tommy catches you up on what you missed while you were away, Joel carefully shuts the closet door and takes a few deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself.
His brain registers some of the conversation. Instead of coming home straight away, you dropped the haul off at the clinic. Stopped at the mess hall to chat with Maria, who was relieved you were able to get your hands on some morphine and antibiotics that weren’t expired. When you say something about a shower and checking on a few patients before calling it a night, Joel’s composure finally snaps.
“I’m going to bed,” he barks as he heads for the stairs.
Both you and Tommy call after him, but he keeps going, taking the steps two at a time. Joel catches the tail end of your abrupt goodbye to his brother. The baby whines, clearly unhappy with the turn of events, and then, they’re gone. The front door shuts. The stairs creak with your hasty footsteps. He’s just easing himself down on the foot of the mattress when you step into your shared bedroom, sporting a deep frown between your brows.
“What’s wrong?” you urge.
Joel rubs his hands on his knees and looks up at the ceiling, “One day there, one day back. That’s what you said. But it’s been four days. Four fucking days.”
You curse. Rush forward. Wrap your arms around him and hold his head as he burrows his face against your sternum. It isn’t until he’s able to hear your heartbeat beneath his good ear that he realizes it’s not anger that’s been gripping him for the past forty-eight hours, but fear.
After Sarah, he stopped giving a fuck. But then, Ellie came along, and fear became part of his everyday reality again. And now, there’s you. You came with a whole different set of brand-new fears, and his heart is so damn full of that special, deadly combination that is protectiveness and love, and he doesn’t know how to be calm or rational when it comes to you.
And Joel would rather be swarmed by a thousand clickers than see you hurt or taken from him.
“A couple of the horses went lame,” you explain, voice muffled against the crown of his head. “Everyone insisted we remain together, so, we had to walk for a time. Nothing more.”
Joel wraps his arms around you. Swallows back the fist-sized lump at the base of his throat. Pulls you down to sit sidesaddle on his lap, and then, drops a relieved kiss to your brow. Your eyes and cheeks are next, and when you accept the kiss he presses to your lips, it’s more than a relief.
It feels like home. You feel like home.
It’s in the way your soft mouth parts and makes way for him, and the way goosebumps climb up his neck when you trail a fingertip along the shell of his ear. It’s the way his hand fits perfectly over the curve of your hip, and the way you hum and sigh with contentment when he squeezes you just a bit tighter. It’s in the way you playfully nip his chin and make him chuckle, and the way he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your throat and makes you gasp.
Belt, button, zipper. You’ve got your hand down the front of his pants because you’re deft like that, and the way you look him straight in the eye as you stroke him makes his belly swoop and his cock jump. When you twist your wrist just right, Joel drips like a leaky faucet, and both the sight and sound of you jerking him off makes him hot all over.
“Missed you,” he breathes into your mouth.
You smile against his lips. This time, it is completely genuine, and it only gets better from there.
Undressing is a hasty thing because he’s impatient; of course, that means he’s way more of a hindrance than a help, and it’s all shared, breathless laughter until you’re naked astride him. Then, he gets serious about refamiliarizing his mouth and hands with the softness of your neck and stomach, the plushness of your hips and ass, and the tenderness of your inner thighs and the apex between.
You cup his face, meeting his gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, and he finds your folds with careful, explorative fingers. You’re exactly where he wants you to be - all hot, wet, willing, and totally, completely his. Joel puts his good hand to use by pressing the heel of it against your clit and working the spot deep inside you - the one that makes your thighs shake - with the tips of his fingers.
“Was worried,” Joel exhales against the column of your throat. “Outta my fuckin’ mind…”
You let out a choked sound and murmured reassurances - you’re with him, you’re not going anywhere, wild horses, and all that good shit. It isn’t trite - you mean what you say, wholeheartedly. And fuck, the way you come - writhing in his lap and clenching around his fingers, the way you tell him you want him inside you - tongue in his mouth and nails clawing his shoulders. It beats back the nagging doubts and fears and does absolute wonders for his ego.
Joel lines himself up. Holds his breath while you sink down. Watches your lashes flutter and your teeth dig into your lower lip as your hips rock and roll in a leisurely, steady tempo. It’s a rhythm he knows - one he is more than happy to follow - and he drops kisses on your collarbone as you run your fingers through his hair and hold him close.
“Joel,” you moan, face upturned and eyes shut tight. “I’m close, Joel.”
“Good,” he drawls, giving his thumb a quick suck before pressing the pad of it to your clit. “That’s real good, sweetheart.”
Firm, rapid circles - it’s what you like and what gets you there the fastest. You tighten and pulsate as the second wave begins to crest, and when you come, Joel guides you by the waist, helping you see it through and ride it out. You’re still vibrating in the aftermath when you tell him to take you, take whatever he wants, however he wants, and your insistency is all the permission he needs.
Joel rolls you onto your back and you go with it willingly - all glossy-eyed and boneless and welcoming, and the way your eyes shine when you look up at him - it makes him so eager for it. Eager like the first time. Eager to lose himself inside of you. Eager to please you any way he can.
He pins you beneath him and nips at your lower lip, “Gonna lemme love you how I wanna?”
“Don’t I always?” you quip with a throaty laugh.
Joel maneuvers you how he likes it - hips high and legs hitched over the crooks of his elbows so he can bottom out completely. His broken arm screams in protest, and he hisses with the discomfort of it, but you don’t urge caution because when you’re beneath him like this - when he’s got you wide open, when he’s driving into you with deep, sharp thrusts - you’re not a doctor.
You’re his. Only his.
White-hot heat builds in the pit of his stomach. A dozen strokes, and then, you let out a sharp cry and bear down on him. You squeeze his cock so tight that you practically yank the release right out of him, and the sudden pleasure of it is blinding and brutal and so damn good.
With a low, muffled groan, he lowers himself to sprawl atop of you, and you take the weight of him without complaint. His arm throbs, but with his cheek pressed to your chest and your warmth still surrounding him, Joel can’t be bothered to give a single fuck about the twinges. He’s completely and utterly content, and he wants to hang onto that feeling for as long as possible.
“I missed you, too,” you eventually whisper, fingertips ghosting along his jaw.
Joel nuzzles your breast before slowly lifting his head to look at you.
“No more runs without me, alright?”
You smile again - with all sincerity - and nod once.
“Alright.”
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Panic - Joel Miller x Reader
Little one shot drabble about Joel's panic attacks. Shout out to @sn1peraj for the idea hehe :)
Again, I love me some Joel fluff. I prefer to look at him that way, no matter how toxic he can be lol
This doesn't necessarily follow the original TLOU plot line!
Warnings/Content: Ep. 6 spoilers, fluff, some angst, panic attacks
Summary: When panic attacks take over Joel you are unsure of how to help him.
Word Count: 1.2 K
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You peered ahead, watching Joel drag his feet along the crunchy, blanched powder snow. You could see from his form that he was tired, his aged structure slumped over in weakness as the supply knapsack sat snug upon his shoulders.
Your breath trickled into the crisp air, forming small clouds of vapour in front of your face. Your nose scrunched as the viscous, icey winds brushed against your skin. You were hopefully to come across somewhere safe - deeply aching for some structure to provide you solace; an escape from the aggressive environment.
Ellie plodded next to you, keeping quiet to herself. You hated watching her frail body take on the wrath of the elements, and the journey. You reached over to give her arm a squeeze, sending her a hopeful smile.
The three of you were on a mission to find Tommy and hopefully the fireflies afterwards. It was a tiring trek - you’ve literally tottered across the radius of the country within the last few months. You were all exhausted, eager and desperate.
And scared, when a group of intimidating people suddenly surrounded the three of you.
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To your surprise they lead you to Tommy, who was living comfortably in a discrete society, Jackson. Tommy had settled down; married his wife and was expecting a new addition to their family. You could tell the situation created a bundle of anger in Joel. He was despondent. He knew he was growing weak, his age was beginning to weigh on his overall health both mentally and physically, and his regrets in life followed him like a dark cloud hanging above. You assumed there was jealousy, despair even, but Joel was a difficult book to read.
You lingered outside of the bar as Joel caught up with Tommy. Ellie asked for you to join her and Maria, but you insisted on waiting for Joel; your intuition was telling you he’d need your presence. Joel was never open with his feelings, but when you came along he almost softened up a bit. He never expressed his need for you; the way your existence simply soothed him.
You played with the frayed hem of your winter jacket as you plopped down on to the bench, the damp wood dispersing coolness across the back of your thighs. You glanced around, observing the energetic village; laughter and conversation filling your ears. It reminded you of life before the pandemic. You were shook out of your comfortable daze as you heard the bar’s entrance door slam, sending loud shockwaves through your ears. You glanced over to see Joel hurrying away from the building, paying no mind to look back for you.
In one swift move you found yourself trying to catch up with Joel’s fast-paced tracks. When all of a sudden you watched Joel hesitantly grab a large metal pole, allowing it to hold his body's weight as he slumped over. You slowed your steps, cautiously coming up behind him.
Joel’s heart was thumping at a rapid pace in his chest. His ears filled with a distinct ringing as he grasped his heart, attempting to catch his breath, but failing mercilessly. His eyes darted in front of him, landing on a small girl who looked similar to Sarah, causing his panic to deepen.
You grasped your arm around Joel, squeezing tightly to get his attention, “Joel.”
He quickly turned around to you, his chest visibly rising and collapsing like waves as he wheezed for air. His face was covered with worry, his lips parted as if he wanted to speak but the words had escaped him.
“Joel, talk to me,” you attempted to bring Joel back down to earth, the worry now growing within yourself. Joel could do nothing but shake his head, the tears began to well in his eyes. You grabbed Joel’s hand, not knowing what else to do, and hurried to the house that Tommy and Maria graciously had given the three of you.
Nothing but silence filled the space between the two of you, although your thoughts were racing around your head intensely. Joel never showed weakness, he always kept a tough facade. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t sure how to show support to Joel in a time like this. Any warmth you showed him in the past was typically shot down, leaving you to avoid showing Joel those types of feelings. But Joel was frail, fragile, you could tell he needed you without him having to speak any words into the abyss.
Joel's fingers were tightly intertwined with yours, his face stone cold. He was thankful for your presence, your intuition being correct.
As you entered the warm house your own tension began to melt away, your skin unthawing thanks to the comforting heat - something you all weren’t used to. You brought Joel towards the couch, he was still speechless, slightly shaking. As you sat down you slowly settled your hand on his back and began to gently rub, hoping to not cross any boundaries.
Joel’s body startled you as he crashed into yours, his arms wrapping around you as he gripped you closer. Soft muffles filled the room as he quietly cried into your chest. You froze from shock, but when your brain clicked back to reality you swiftly wrapped your arms around Joel, returning the embrace, gently stroking away at his curls.
You allowed Joel to pour his emotions out, and as his body began to calm you asked him, “What is really going on Joel? I have never seen you like this?” Your voice was filled with genuine concern.
Joel disconnected the latch between your bodies, pulling himself upwards as both his hands wiped at his face. “I don’t know what's going on with me,” he began, “my age is catching up to me, I’m too slow, too deaf to hear anyone coming,” he glanced into your eyes, “I feel like I keep failing her, failing you.”
You stared back into Joel’s dark pupils, you could see the deep rooted pain, the ache in his heart. He was a man of few words, but you could tell Joel was truly concerned for you, but mostly Ellie. He no longer viewed her as cargo.
You grabbed both of his hands, looking down as you ran your thumbs across his dry, calloused skin. You kept your gaze locked on your clasped fingers, “Joel, we wouldn’t be here in Jackson if it wasn’t for you,” you moved your eyes back to him, delicately placing your hand on his rugged beard, “You are more than enough. You have always been more than enough for Ellie - for me.”
You caught Joel’s gaze dropping to your mouth, when suddenly he closed the distance between the two of you - connecting his tender lips to yours with a loving kiss. You pulled his body close, close enough for the two of you to become one.
You parted, nuzzling your face into his neck as he brought you to his chest. "I am so glad you are here," he murmured.
"Me too."
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Overwhelmed by the need to write an AU fic in which one of Pedro’s boys is a Priest who fucks you in the confessional, over the alter or against the pews. I’m going to hell, k thanks, bye.
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gonna have some joel angst coming out later today if anyone is interested :)
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Summary: Not wanting to face Joel after you found out that you're pregnant, you leave the Boston QZ to live with Bill and Frank. Almost four years pass before you can't hide from him anymore, letting him finally know why you ran from him all these years back.
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader
Wordcount: 6.7k
Rating: E
Warnings: angst, unplanned pregnancy, secret pregnancy, secrets, fluff, trust issues, Joel being Joel, making up, kissing, age gap (not specified but it's around 15 years), smut (unprotected sex), mentions of alcohol, Joel really is bad at feelings, but he's trying, Girl Dad Joel Miller, happy end
A/N: if these two had a relationship status it would be "it's complicated" Another WiP done! So now I am allowed to think about Biker Raider Joel for a moment, right?
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“You know you’ll have to face him at some point,” Frank had a fond smile on his lips as he sat in his wheelchair next to you. He was watching Bill who let himself chase across the yard of his picture perfect post apocalypse home.
Nobody would expect that just down the street, outside of the fence the world as you knew it had ended.
“I know,” you sighed.
“He asks for you every time he’s here. If we had seen you, if we knew where you are. He’s gonna understand,” Frank said and you scoffed.
“He’s not gonna care. He has Tess and… he’s not…” you shook your head, searching for the words, “he’s not the man I fell in love with.”
“We all can change,” Frank said, reaching over to squeeze your hand.
“Bill is the best example for that. Could you have imagined him like that when you showed up here three years ago?”
You watched Bill play with your daughter, Ava, playing catch.
“Joel is not like that. He was like that. Before. But that part of him died long ago.”
You sat in silence for a while, just watching Bill and Ava, trying to soak it all in. It would never be like that again and you were already dreading having to explain all of this to her.
“I’m gonna miss you,” you whispered, fighting against the tears as you looked at Frank. He smiled softly at you before he came closer, kissing your forehead.
Four years earlier
You knew he could tell when you were lying. He would know with one look at you that you were full of shit telling him that this was not working for you anymore. Whatever this between you was.
Joel and you had known each other since before the outbreak. You had started babysitting Sarah to earn some extra money while you were finishing you degree when she had just been nine years old and you had moved in next door.
You had been there on outbreak day. Next door, still living at home to take care of your sick father. You would never get the picture of his infected body lunging at you out of your head the night the world changed.
You and Joel… You didn’t know what Joel and you were exactly.
You loved Joel, you knew that. And you were pretty sure he loved you too. You just wanted… more. Most people did not allow themselves to love so openly anymore. And in Joel’s case? Losing Sarah had changed him. After fifteen years the man who had been Sarah’s father was gone, replaced by a man that still had his face, but was missing the warmth and comfort Joel Miller had once provided.
You could see it in glimpses, whenever his hand would rest on your back when he passed by. When he fell asleep in your arms deep in the night. When he kissed your forehead before he headed out for work.
Loving Joel Miller was easy.
Being loved by him was close to impossible.
You never really labelled your relationship, mostly because you did not think of it as important. You trusted him more than any other person on this planet. It’s why you ignored the way he had started looking at Tess. It’s why you did not question him when he stayed away at night. You ignored it all, opening your arms for him when he chose to come home to you, letting him in your bed just to feel close to him. To feel something.
The jealousy was killing you slowly, making you reckless when you let him have his way with your body.
But once you had missed your period the first month, and then the second, you knew that there was only one possible answer to your dilemma. You had never been late before. A ration card swapped for a twenty year old pregnancy test had your worst fears come true.
You were pregnant with Joel Miller’s child.
Fifteen years after you both buried his daughter. The daughter he never got over losing.
You could already see his reaction. The eyes you loved so much empty before he would tell you to deal with it.
You could not face his anger or disappointment, but mostly you could not face him not caring. So you packed your little belongings once he had left you in the morning, sneaking out of your bed without a word.
You did not leave a note, just fled the QZ, making your way over to Bill and Frank, hoping your friendship with Frank would make them take you in.
Of course Bill hadn’t want to, but once he saw your stomach swell (and tasted the sweets you baked in his kitchen) he had put all his work into making the house next door into your home.
“Mama, can we go get Strawbebbies?” you chuckled, holding her hand as you walked with her on your daily walk by the fence.
“Strawberries, baby,” you tried to correct her. Ava pouted at you, her dark curls swinging in the wind, her brown eyes so much like her fathers.
“That’s what I said!” she put her little hands on her hips and you smiled.
She was definitely her father’s daughter.
“Okay, baby. Let’s get some Strawbebbies,” you picked her up, making her shriek with laughter. Once again you were glad you made the decision to come here. She could grow up like a child was supposed to.
Even though now that Bill and Frank were gone it was getting kind of lonely. You had all enjoyed a last dinner together before Bill and Frank had tucked Ava in for one last time and read her a story.
You had tried to keep the tears at bay as Bill had reminded you of the folder full of instructions of how to take care of things around here for you.
After dinner you had walked them to the gate, opening the fence for them as they took their last walk. You had watched them until they had disappeared into the dark woods before you made your way back to their house. You had cleaned the dishes and tidied everything up, before with a heavy heart, you had turned off all the lights and closed the door behind you before you walked to your house, allowing yourself to cry yourself to sleep as you sat on the floor next to the bed of your daughter, watching her sleep.
That night was almost three months ago. The days were getting shorter, the nights colder. You’d have enough firewood for this winter but come spring you would have to find a way to make more.
You had just finished making breakfast for Ava when the motion detector alarmed you that someone was at the gate. You froze, telling Ava to eat her fruit salad before you made your way downstairs to check out what was happening.
Your heart was pounding against your chest, once you noticed his face.
Joel Miller.
And a…. Teenage girl?
The gate swung open after he put in the code and you allowed yourself fifteen seconds to panic. You knew this day would come. The day after Bill and Frank had gone you had checked the basement, finding that Bill had put on 80’s music, the distress signal.
Even though you had turned it off immediately deep down you knew he would show up at some point.
You just did not think it would be that soon.
You grabbed your gun, checking if it was loaded before you made your way back upstairs. You did not think you would need it, but it was better to be prepared.
“Ava? Remember when Uncle Bill played hide and seek with you and showed you the best place to hide?” you asked, hiding the gun in the back of your jeans as you got to your kitchen. She nodded.
“I want you to hide there until I come and get you,” you said.
“Hide?” she asked. You nodded, kissing her cheek.
“Take Sluggi with you,” you smiled. Sluggi was the stuffed plush slug Bill had gotten for her. She nodded and ran out of the kitchen and upstairs, You heard her door to her room close and took a deep breath, calming yourself.
You knew this day would come. You knew one day you would have to face Joel Miller and you knew you would have to face his reaction.
You never regretted your decision to leave. Life has definitely been better here. That did not mean you had just stopped loving him, no matter how much he had hurt you in the past.
Stepping towards your front door you could see him walk towards Bill and Frank’s house.
You closed your eyes, taking a calming breath before you opened the door and stepped out.
His head snapped towards you once he heard the door opening, eyes widening for a split second before he pulled the girl that was with him behind his back.
He was protecting her.
“What are you doing here? Where are Bill and Frank?” he asked, his voice low.
“They’re dead. Frank got worse and… he couldn’t…” you shook your head, lost of words. He just looked at you before he shook his head, trying to put in words what he wanted.
“I just… We need some…” he took a deep breath, looking up at you, a million emotions playing over his face.
“Are you hungry?” you asked the girl behind him.
“Starving,” she replied and you smiled a little.
“There’s some fruit salad left on the kitchen counter if you want?” you asked. She stepped around Joel and he looked at her.
“It’s safe. There’s… there’s no one there,” you lied. He gave her a nod before she walked past you into your home.
It had been years since you’ve been alone with him. He did not really change. His hair maybe a little grayer, the lines around his mouth a little deeper, but he was still Joel Miller.
“You left,” he said.
“I did.”
“Why?”
You took a deep breath. You looked past him towards the house the girl had walked in, hoping your little girl continued to hide. Knowing her she had was working on her puzzle. She would be okay for a moment.
You knew she was safe. You just needed a little moment alone.
“You can have some fruit salad too. I am going to get some vegetables for dinner,“ you gave him a nod, before you turned around and walked towards your garden, ignoring him as he called after you.
With a basket full of salad, cucumbers and some tomatoes you pushed the door of your house open. Joel was sitting on the stairs, across the door, already looking at you.
The girl walked past the both of you towards the living room, an apple in her hand she was munching on.
„This is so fucking weird,“ she shook her head and you snorted while Joel hissed at her.
„What? It is weird,“ she said, her head turned towards him.
You smiled a little as you looked at her, before you walked towards the kitchen, setting the basket down. You had to go up to check on Ava.
And you had to talk to Joel.
You couldn’t hide her from him, even though you wanted to do nothing more than that.
You took a deep breath when he walked into the kitchen.
„Is it okay if Ellie takes a shower?“ He asked, knowing that there was warm water around town.
„That’s her name. Ellie,“ he clarified.
„Oh. Of course, yeah,“ you nodded and Ellie walked in, snorting as she looked up at Joel.
„You could use one too dude,“ she said and you had to fight hard against the grin as you watched the look on Joel’s face.
You were about to offer her to show her to the bathroom when you heard a door upstairs click open, followed from little footsteps, your eyes widening. Joel frowned, his hand immediately searching for his gun, his arm putting Ellie behind himself.
He raised his gun, taking a step forward as you ran around the counter, the knife you had put out to cut the salad now in your hand.
„Gun down,“ you hissed and his head snapped to you, his eyes widening when he saw the knife in your hand. You stood in front of him.
„I will not repeat myself, put the gun down, right now or I will put this knife in your thigh,“ you fingers flexed around the handle of the knife. The footsteps came closer as you kept eye contact with Joel until he slowly lowered his gun. You nodded at him once you saw him put the gun back to wherever it came from, then looked at Ellie who was looking at you with wide eyes, before you let the knife fall down to the floor just in time as Ava jumped the last step down, rounding the corner.
„Potty?“ She whispered shyly, looking up at you with big eyes and you sighed, before you nodded, the people behind you forgotten as you picked your daughter up. You risked a glance at Joel as you turned towards the stairs, your daughter in your arms.
His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, before you practically ran up the stairs.
„Who is the man mommy?“ Ava asked as she was finished, washing her hands like you taught her, making as many bubbles as possible as she rubbed her hands together.
You sucked your bottom lip in as you watched her, your hand brushing over her soft hair.
„That is an old Friend of mommy,“ you explained, and she nodded.
„And the girl?“ She asked.
„That is a friend of him, I think. I am not sure.“
She finished washing her hands and you handed her the towel, her little face full of concentration as she dried her hands, making you smile.
You got down on your knees in front of her, your hands on her shoulders.
„Do you think she’s gonna play with me?“ She asked, hopeful.
„We can ask her,“ you said with a smile.
You weren’t prepared for the sight in your kitchen when you came downstairs. Joel was standing at the counter, the sleeves of his shirt rolled back as he cut the tomatoes with the knife you had threatened with him not only ten minutes ago.
He didn’t look up as you entered the room, but Ellie did. You looked between them warily.
„I’m Ava,“ your daughter chirped and you took a deep breath, Joel still not looking up. Ellie looked at him with a frown, before she sighed, rolling her eyes, and walked towards you.
„I’m Ellie,“ she said and smiled a little and bend down to her knees. Ava looked first at her, then at you.
„Ellie, do you like sea turtles?“ You asked and the girl looked at you.
„Uh…. I guess?“ She said and you smiled.
„Because Ava loves them. Her whole room is full of them,“ you said and saw interest flicker in her eyes.
„Can I see?“ Ellie asked and you nodded.
„You wanna show Ellie your sea turtles?“ You asked Ava and she nodded eagerly.
„Awesome,“ Ellie said, taking Ava’s hand before you could offer to show them, the girls already walking upstairs towards Ava's room.
Which left you alone in the kitchen with….
„How old is she?“ Joel asked, still not looking at you as you turned to face him. He grabbed the cucumber after he had used the knife to put the tomatoes in the bowl you had prepared for the salad, beginning to slice them.
You took a deep breath.
„She turned three last month,“ you said, watching him nod slowly, the knife hitting the cutting board the only noise in the room.
„She has my eyes,“ he finally said and you sucked your bottom lip in, nervous.
„Yeah she has,“ you agreed and he finally looked up at you, setting the knife down, his hands spread out on the counter, resting his whole weight on them.
„Why didn’t you tell me?“ He asked, his voice quiet.
„I didn’t know how. Joel…. You were barely acknowledging me outside of when you were inside of me. You spend all your time with Tess doing god knows what. How would you have reacted if I told you that I was pregnant? You never even acknowledged what we…“ you stoped yourself, shaking your head.
„You should have told me. I could have…“ he stopped himself, searching for what to say and you looked at him, waiting.
„I could have helped you. I would have….“ He shook his head, his hands shaking.
„I’m gonna need a moment. Can you watch after Ellie?“ He asked and you nodded, confused and he nodded back before he walked past you and out of the house.
You just didn’t think it would be almost two days before he got back. You were outside in Bill’s garden, letting the girls help you pick everything that was ready from the garden when you noticed him walk towards the house.
You knew he was still inside the little locked up town Bill had made his safe haven. None of the alerts had went off, indicating he had left. And yeah you could have searched after him, but what good would it have done?
You’ve known him from almost twenty years, and you knew that he needed time to process certain things.
He hadn’t talked to anyone in almost a year after the outbreak and what happened to Sarah.
„Look what the cat dragged in,“ Ellie said as she spotted him and Ava perked up, her little head turning towards where Ellie was looking.
Joel nodded at the girls before he looked at you.
The sun was already setting and you had dinner prepared inside.
„How about we have some dinner and then Ellie can read you some more of the story you started yesterday?“ You asked and both girl smiled at you. Ava ran past Joel who looked after her as she disappeared into the house, Ellie following her.
„Next time you ditch me, at least tell me?“ She glared at him before she walked back into the house. He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.
„Can we talk?“ He asked.
„After dinner?“ You said, getting up and grabbing the basked full of fresh vegetables.
„Yeah. Yeah okay,“ he nodded and you walked towards the house, giving him a hesitant smile when he grabbed the basket from you and walked inside after you.
It was two hours later that you found yourself on the left corner of your couch, your legs tucked under you, a glass of wine in your hand.
Because this conversation needed some alcohol.
And not only because of what you were about to talk about, but because of the man who was sitting on the other side of the couch, similar glass of wine in his hand.
Because he looked so damn good.
He had showered while you put the girls to bed after dinner, the whole scene feeling so domestic. Like a dream you had many many times before when you were still dreaming.
Dreaming of a normal future.
Dreaming of a normal life.
Dreaming about how it would feel like if Joel Miller loved you back.
Because no matter how much he may have hurt you in the past, you just could not stop loving him.
„I’m sorry,“ he whispered after a while and you turned your head to look at him, his eyes already on you.
„I’m shit at talking about those things….“ He stopped.
„Those things meaning feelings?“ You helped and he groaned.
„Yeah. Always sucked at it. Even before….“
He sighed.
„Sarah would be so angry with me with how I treated you,“ he whispered and your eyes softened. You could count on one hand how often he had brought Sarah up ever since she died.
And while you thought you could understand him in the past, you loved her like yours after all, now that you had Ava, you realised that loosing her would kill you.
It would be something you could never come back from.
But he did.
„I never cheated on you. I know you thought I did, can’t blame your for it. Tess was just…. Fuck, how do I explain this?“ He sighed, his fingers rubbing over his chin.
„I never deserved you. You’re too fucking good for me. For everyone really. Because even after the whole world went to shit, you still had some kindness left for everyone around you. I know how much you hated what we did in the beginning. And I hated myself for putting you through it. I hated myself for putting you through everything I did to you since the moment Sarah died…“ he said and you could see his eyes watering.
„Can’t blame you for hating me and leaving. And not telling me about….“
„Joel….“ You said, setting your glass down and getting closer towards him, your hand reaching for his. Slowly he turned his hand so you could put yours in it, his fingers wrapping around your hand softly.
„I’m not gonna lie and tell you that it’s okay. Cause I was hurting. You were hurting me. Every time you left in the morning without a word. Every time you passed out drunk and drugged after you came back. It was like living with a ghost and it was killing me. That was the reason I decided to leave when I found out. I could…. I couldn’t bring a child into this. And I knew I wanted her before I even met her. Even though it seems crazy to bring a child into this world. But… She was half you. And the thought that there was even the possibility that you didn’t wanted her….“ You took a deep breath.
„Honestly? I can’t tell you how I would have reacted. I was… I was really fucked up in the weeks before you left. I was taking too many drugs. Drank too much. Got too fucking reckless. But that changed when you left,“ he said and squeezed your hand.
„Not right away. It might have gotten worse first but… I got better. Not perfect, but better. And I… Fuck I even talked through some shit with someone. Made me realise I never even told you how much I love you,“ he said and you were pretty sure you stopped breathing as he looked at you, a small smile tilting his lips up.
„Pretty sure I fell for you the first time you walked through my door wearing that pretty baby blue dress. Even though you were way too young for me. Still are. But…. I hope you knew, know. I really fucking love you,“ he said and you felt a tear running down your cheek.
„Can you tell me about her? About Ava?“ He asked before you could form an answer to his confession. And so instead you told him.
You told him about how you craved strawberries your whole pregnancy. How Bill traded one of his guns for the seeds from Tess.
You told him that she only slept through the night in the beginning, when Bill put her to sleep.
You told her how much she reminded you of Sarah when she smiled at you.
You told her how every time you looked at her you saw him.
Hours went by where you two talked, you ending up leaning against Joel’s side, his arm around you. His fingers brushing over your arm, his other hand still holding yours. His lips brushing over your skin when he told you about how Ellie ended up at in his care.
How he wanted to take her to Wyoming to search for his brother who might know how to find the fireflies.
„Do you know where he is?“ You asked and he shrugged.
„Not exactly. I know he messaged me from the Cody tower, so that’s where we’ll be going,“ he mumbled and you nodded.
„We could take Bill’s truck,“ you said and he stilled. You looked up at him.
„We?“ He asked and you chuckled, sitting yourself up so you were facing him, your hand now on his cheek.
„You really think I’m gonna let you go now?“ You asked with a smile.
And then you finally kissed him.
It was decided that you would leave within the next 5 days, giving you enough time to make a list (You always made lists) of everything you had to pack.
Which was a lot. Getting four people across the country on a trip that hopefully would be just like you remembered road trips to be, took a lot of supplies.
And while you were preoccupied deciding which food was best to take, Joel had asked you if he could spend some time with Ava. He wanted to get to know her. And of course, you agreed. Watching him, Ellie and Ava walk towards the garage where they spend hours doing god knows what.
It was almost dark outside when they walked back in, your heart melting as you watched Joel carry a very sleepy Ava inside who told you all about how seatbelts where very scary, something you would make sure to ask Joel about as you took her upstairs, putting her to bed.
The days went by quickly like that.
Joel quickly became Ava’s favourite person which could have to do with the fact, that she was always allowed to sit on his shoulders. Ellie had been confused, yet delighted at the change in the grumpy man she had left the QZ with.
He even got his Dad jokes out, making the teenager groan in mock annoyance throughout the day. Ellie also spend a lot of time with you, wanting to learn everything you offered to teach her. Starting from making protein bars for the trip down to how to properly braid her hair.
Even though she preferred you doing it.
You got the impression that she never really had anyone how just… listened to her or wanted to spend time with her. She told you she grew up in FEDRA School and that her mother had died while giving birth.
She had no family and her best friend (though you got the impression Riley had been more than just a friend) had died not that long ago.
That the only thing she had left in life was her purpose to save the world. Joel had told you that she was immune, Ellie showing you the healed scars to confirm it.
„You know that that’s not the only thing you have left, right?“ You asked her, sitting on the porch next to her, enjoying one last sunset, watching Joel and Ava play soccer. Her little feet chasing after Joel with happy squeals.
„What do you mean?“ Ellie asked and you looked at her with a smile.
„You have us, Ellie. You think we just gonna let you go?“ You asked and she stubbornly shook her head.
„I have to do this. It’s my purpose. I have to save the world,“ she said and looked away from you.
„Are you saying this because you feel that way, or because someone told you so?“ You asked and she looked at you.
„Because it should be your decision what to do and what not. And… think about it, even if they are somehow able to make a cure out of your blood, do you really think they will be able to make enough to make a vaccine for everyone? Who will decide who gets it? And if they end up deciding on giving it to everyone…. There are so many bad people out there. Do they deserve to be saved too?“ You asked and you could see her thinking about your words and you smiled softly at her.
„Even if you don’t like hearing it, your a kid Ellie. You should grow up and live first before you make a decision like that. You don’t even know how they would get whatever they needed from your blood. If I remember correctly Cordyceps grow in the brain, what if they have to get into your brain to get out whatever they need?“ You said and her eyes widened.
„But Marlene….“ She whispered and you reached over her, taking her hand.
„I don’t know how well you know Marlene, but I’ve known her for more than ten years. I know how she manipulates people to get what she wants. You wouldn’t even notice it,“ you said and she sighed.
„I’m gonna think about it,“ she said finally and you gave her a small smile.
„That’s all I ask about. Now how about you get upstairs and take one last long hot shower before we are on the road for days?“ You asked and she nodded, standing up and turning away from you to walk inside the house before she turned back to you and hugged you quickly.
After saying good night to Ellie later you walked towards your daughters room, her little suitcase for her toys laying open next to her bed, waiting for Sluggi to be put into the next morning. She was already in bed, Joel sitting on the floor next to her, reading to her.
You wished you could take a picture of this. Unfortunately the Polaroid camera had broken earlier this year.
„Mommy!“ A tired Ava smiled as she saw you, her arms raised towards you. Joel looked up and smiled at you as you walked over, climbing into the bed behind your daughter, pulling her into your arms.
„What story is Joel reading you?“ You asked.
„The little mermaid,“ she said and you found Joel’s eyes. You had been thinking about it for the last days now. Telling her who Joel really is. He slipped into your life like the missing piece, the man you had fallen in love with all these years back seemingly falling right back into his role as being the best father there ever could be.
So before you could talk yourself out of it you said
„Your sister loved that one too.“
Joel gulped, his eyes growing sad for a moment, before he looked at Ava.
„I have a sister?“ She asked you, her eyes big.
„Mmmh…. Her name was Sarah. She watched the movie every single night before she went to bed,“ you explained and Ava pursed her lips in an ooooh motion.
„There was a movie?“ She asked in awe.
„Oh yeah there was. And a cassette with the music. Can’t remember how often she made me listen to it“ Joel said and smiled softly.
„Where is Sarah?“ Ava asked and your smile went sad.
„She’s where Uncle Bill and Uncle Frank are. Watching over us,“ you explained and she hummed.
„I wish I could hug her,“ she whispered and you nodded, tears in your eyes, squeezing her against your chest, your hand reaching out Joel’s hand finding yours as you kissed her forehead, looking at him who had tears in his eyes.
„Me too baby. Me too,“ you whispered before taking a deep breath.
„You know Joel is her daddy,“ you finally said and she looked at you.
„He is?“ She asked and you nodded.
„I bet he is the best daddy,“ she sighed and you chuckled at Joel’s cheeks turning pink.
„Yeah he is. What would you say if I tell you that Joel is your daddy too?“ You asked and her big eyes looked at you first and then her head turned towards Joel.
„My daddy?“ She asked and both you and Joel nodded with a smile, her smile getting wider, before she jawned.
„I always wanted a daddy,“ she whispered before her eyes dropped close.
You were walking down the stairs to Bill's basement after you showered, finding Joel checking if he could manage to take any more guns. The supplies had all been packed into the truck already, but he just couldn’t bring himself to leave anything of value behind.
He looked up when he heard your footsteps, giving you a small smile.
Walking over to him you were surprised when he reached for you, pulling you into his lap, one of his arms looped around you, his other hand on your cheek, his fingers brushing over your skin.
„I didn’t know you were gonna tell her,“ he whispered and you smiled.
„She deserves to know. I’m sorry I didn’t tell her sooner. If I would have stayed you wouldn’t have missed so much…“ he stopped you by kissing you softly.
„None of that. We both know I would have fucked this up. I would have said some really fucked up things and hurt you even more. So, there’s nothing you have to be sorry for, okay?“ He looked at you, his eyes pleading.
You released a long breath, bringing both of your arms up to cross behind his neck.
„Have I told you lately that I love you, Joel Miller?“ You whispered with a small smile that he mirrored.
„Don’t think so. But I don’t blame you, I gotta say it a lot more often than you to make up for all the years I didn’t tell you. I do love hearing it though. Love you,“ he mumbled before he kissed you again. His lips moving on top of yours slowly, his hand tilting your head up a little so he could deepen the kiss.
With a little sigh you parted your lips for him, his tongue dipping into your mouth, a deep moan coming from him, his arm pulling you closer against him.
There had been lots of making out in the last days, stolen kisses when the girls weren’t in the room, secret touches under the table while you had dinner.
But you haven’t slept together.
And you were ready.
„Joel,“ you mumbled, parting from his lips. He hummed, his lips running down your jaw.
„We aren’t gonna be alone for a while,“ you whimpered, your head tilting up to give his wandering lips some more space.
„What are you proposing?“ He asked, playfully nibbling on your neck.
„I’m proposing that you fuck me, Miller. Right here,“ you gasped when you felt his other hand slip between your legs.
„Right here?“ He asked, his fingers over the seam of your slick panties.
„Mmmmhh….“ You closed your eyes, biting your lip when he pushed the fabric to the side, his fingers dipping between you slick folds, lazily teasing you.
„All that for me?“ He asked and you opened your eyes, crashing your lips against his.
„It’s been almost four years Joel. Please don’t tease me,“ you whined and his eyes softened before he picked you up and set you down on the table behind him. Within the next minutes you were both naked, your hands in his hair as you kissed him as he stood between your parted legs, the heavy weight of his cock resting against your stomach.
„Gonna need to prepare you,“ he hummed, his hands on your ass. You shook your head.
„Please just fuck me. You know I can take it,“ you whined, one of your hands wrapping around his cock, making him hiss. He groaned, sucking your bottom lip between his before he slapped your hand away, his dark eyes fixed on yours as he held his hand out to you. Waiting.
Feeling your whole body heat up you spit in his hand and the left corner of his mouth twitched.
„My good girl,“ he praised you and you couldn’t stop whimpering.
He brought his hand down to wrap it around his cock, coating it in your saliva, before he lined himself up. You had dripped on the table you were sitting on, more than ready to take him.
„I love you,“ he whispered and you looked at him with a soft smile, your lips parting when he slowly pushed his cock into you. Filling you inch by inch, both of you starring into each others eyes.
„Missed this,“ you moaned.
„Missed you,“ you crossed your legs behind him, giving him a little push, his cock finally filing you up completely.
„Fucking Perfect,“ he groaned kissing you again before he began to move, pumping into you slowly.
You let yourself fall back down against the table, stretching your arms over your head, your back arching, your tits moving every time Joel fucked into you.
He licked his fingers, bringing it down between your legs, his thrusts getting harder as he rubbed your clit, your pussy clenching around him.
„Yes… Baby… Just like that….“ You moaned, your hands coming down to play with your tits.
„You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?“ He asked, moving faster, his skin slapping against yours every time he moved.
Nodding, you moaned, your eyes rolling back as you came, your whole body shaking as he fucked you through it.
„Shit….“ He groaned, both of his hands now coming to rest on either side of you as he leaned down, fucking into you deeply, chasing his own orgasm.
„Want you to cum again,“ he grunted, kissing you, drilling his cock into you, the whole table moving over the floor.
„Want you to cum inside me. Let me feel you,“ you whimpered, your hands in his hair, trying to meet his thrusts.
„Fuck that is…. Not a good idea….“ He laughed and you grinned.
„I don’t care. Wanna feel you. Cum for me, Joel. Cum inside me,“ you whispered and he groaned, fucking into you a half dozen times more before you felt him twitch inside of you, filling you, making you cum for a second time.
Both out of breath you looked at each other before Joel leant down and kissed you.
„Sleep in bed with me?“ You hummed against his lips.
„As long as you let me,“ he answered against your lips before you both sneaked upstairs.
Against all odds after six days of a rather boring trip across the country you reached the radio tower in Cody. And two days later a group patrol of people on horses found you, asking you all kinds of questions before a man pulled the bandana that had been covering his face down, revealing Tommy Miller in the flesh.
By now you were living in Jackson for almost a year.
Ellie had decided to stay and live her life, the constant threat of someone looking for her still on the horizon, but it was decided that the town was not in immediate danger. Patrols kept an eye out for fireflies, but they haven’t spotted anyone.
You were living a happy life all things considered.
Ava went to pre school, Ellie went to normal school. They really became sisters in the last year, spending a lot of time together.
Even though Ellie started to spend more and more time with a girl called Dina you suspected was more than just a friend.
Joel was always working on improving the house.
He had changed the most, back to the man he had been before the outbreak. Yes, he still was the protector when he needed to be, but most of the time he was just Joel. Your husband.
„Yellow?“ He asked, holding the can of paint up.
You walked over to him with a smile, nodding.
„It’s a happy colour. I like happy colours,“ you shrugged and he chuckled, setting the can down on the floor before he put his arms around you, pulling you against his chest.
One of his hands came to rest on your growing belly, the baby inside kicking up a storm as if it could sense their dads hand, making you both smile.
„Still think it’s gonna be a girl?“ You asked and he nodded, before he kissed you softly.
„Think I’m meant to be surrounded by beautiful girls,“ he hummed before he kissed you again.
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[SUMMARY: Joel takes your virginity without knowing it’s your first time and gets a little too rough.]
Smut, big age difference
“I was rough with you. I wouldn’t have just shoved myself in you so damn selfishly had I known it would hurt you.”
It had been a month since you met Joel and Ellie and began staying with them at a cabin. Ellie and you both got along great but Joel didn’t seem to like having you around.
Ellie sat at the table eating food you had made while Joel unexpectedly grabbed his shot gun and made his way to the door.
“Where are you going?” You asked confused.
“Check the perimeter” he responded without looking up at you.
“I can help-“
“No, you’re staying inside” his response was cold as usual.
“Joel, I know how to use a gun. I’m not a little girl” you argued before turning away, his eyes quickly taking a glance of your backside with the corner of his eye. Joel knew you weren’t no little girl, regardless of the age difference you had with him he knew that you were a grown woman. A grown woman he was attracted to.
Hell, it was the whole reason the man couldnt bare keeping himself around you. It had been years since Joel felt an attraction with a woman like this. But Joel had never been with someone so young and he knew his mind wasn’t the best for you. He didn’t know too much about you but one thing he did notice was there was an innocence to you he didn’t have. He felt it was better to keep his distance. In his mind, Joel didn’t want to ruin you.
“You’re just gonna have to listen to what I say” Joel finally responded low as he grabbed his belongings and left the front door.
Ellie watched curiously as you frustratedly threw your spoon and followed him out.
“What the hell is your issue with me?” Your voice making him turn to find you with a hand on your hip, God it took everything in him to control where his eyes looked.
“Get inside” was all he could say.
“You know, you treat me so unfairly since I’ve been here. I’m twenty two years old not some twelve year old-“
“I ain’t gonna tell you again” he cut you off turning away from you. Angrily you walked off slamming the door shut giving up at this point.
A while had gone by and Ellie went up the stairs to sleep at the top open floor. You watched from downstairs as she got under the covers and within a few minutes she was asleep.
It was getting late and you wondered where the hell Joel was just as he suddenly opened the door and walked in. He froze at the sight of you by the couch noticing you were wearing his flannel button shirt big enough to stop right above your knees.
“What the hell are you wearing?” His heart racing at the sight before him, all you were doing was making this harder for him to ignore.
“Ellie gave me this, I put my clothes to wash earlier,“ as you spoke he dropped his stuff to the floor without taking his eyes off you, making his way closer to you.
“I’m-I’m sorry” you began to speak nervously as he got closer, towering over you.
“I had nothing else” you continued to explain when he wrapped his arm around your waist and abruptly pulled you against him. You gasped, confused yet intrigued as he brushed his hand against the side of your neck, digging beneath your hair. He looked at you for a moment knowing damn well he was completely giving in and pulled your neck towards him kissing you, taking you by complete shock. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as he began to guide you to the couch behind you, both of you falling onto it as he placed himself between your legs.
He moved quickly which actually excited you, his body was so big next to yours his legs hung off the side of the couch. He seemed like he was in a trance, not saying a word he reached between your bodies and unbuckled his pants pulling them down far enough to expose his erect cock. The man hadn’t even taken off his jacket and he didn’t care. His breathing was heavy now reaching between your legs to pull aside the thin layer of fabric of your underwear. You were a virgin and hadn’t told him a thing, hell you didn’t want to and that’s when you felt the tip of him pressing against your entrance before he thrusted his hips and fully entered you abruptly. You whimpered grabbing onto his jacket, he leaned his face in the crook of your neck as he thrusted again making you wince. You knew sex would hurt but you never knew it would feel like this. A rough sound escaping his lips, Joel felt how tight you were but couldn’t stop himself from plunging into you again and again. Lifting his head up to look down at you he noticed a distinct look in your eyes that he couldn’t make out. Shock? Confusion? The last thing you wanted him to suspect in this moment was that he had just taken your virginity…painfully, and so you tugged at his jacket pulling him in close for a kiss.
Joel dug his hand into your hair pulling at it hard before he thrusted again making you gasp. Each stroke a little less painful than the last and before you knew it, it slowly started to feel good. From the moment he met you, Joel couldn’t stop thinking about having you, feeling you, touching you, he fought it off the best he could. But here he was, on top of you burying himself inside you and you didn’t want him to stop. Feeling you grab onto him with each movement he made only aroused him more when an unexpected moan escaped your lips loudly. Surprising yourself Joel quickly placed his had on your mouth, thrusting deeper feeling you pulsate around him. Remembering that Ellie was asleep right upstairs he kept his hand on your mouth as he began to move faster. Your legs wrapping tightly around him wanting to feel him closer than ever. His eyes locking with yours as you felt a sensation you had never felt before, he watched your eyes roll back and your body shake beneath him. A muffled moan as he squeezed his hand tighter over your lips.
“Shhh” he whispered still moving his body fast against yours. You nodded panting beneath him as he released his hand from your mouth with only one stroke left in him, he quickly got on his knees and came on your inner thigh. Never had you seen a man cum before, watching as he leaned his head back squeezing his eyes shut, more cum spilling out of him. It took everything in him not to make a sound. He sat back on the couch next to your legs trying to catch his breath before grabbing a rag close by and silently passing it to you.
“Thank you” you whispered as he cleaned himself up and quickly got up. Buckling his pants you watched as he walked to the door, you furrowed your brows confused trying to quickly put yourself together when he just walked out.
Knowing Ellie was asleep upstairs, you didn’t bother calling out for him but quickly got up wrapping a sweater around your waist.
Joel had his back to you staring out into the dark when you quietly closed the door behind you.
“Are you kidding me? You just walk out?”
He didn’t respond.
“Hello?”
“I shouldn’t have done that” he uttered low without turning to you.
“Ok well you did and….I loved it-“
“Well it ain’t happenin’ again. Drop it”
“Excuse me?” You walked over to him quickly making you feel a soreness between your legs you had never felt.
“Ow” you quickly stopped standing awkwardly in place as Joel looked over at you.
“What’s wrong? I hurt you?” His sudden concern surprising you a bit.
“No. It’s just..I mean-“
“It’s just what?” He asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“That…that was my first time, Joel” you could see the color almost drain from his face.
“Oh Jesus” he whispered.
“Why didn’t you tell me, dammit?!”
“Why are you getting mad?” You asked with confusion.
“You think I would’ve-“ he caught his voice getting loud and took a deep breath.
“You think I would’ve taken you like that on the damn couch if I knew that?”
“So what, I’m fine” you assured him.
“That’s why you were looking at me like that” he remembered the look in your eyes that he couldn’t explain. He remembered how hard he first entered you and cursed at himself. Each stroke pushing deep. It explained why you looked at him so shocked never having felt that before.
“I didn’t even give you a damn chance-“
“A chance for what?”
“I was rough with you. I wouldn’t have just shoved myself in you so damn selfishly had I known it would hurt you.”
“Joel so what? I was the one who didn’t tell you. It felt good after and I never knew I could feel something like that. I can’t explain what I felt, I don’t know what you did but that feeling…” you suddenly looked away almost losing your breath just thinking about how your body shook. Joel watched as you slowly got lost into that moment, your lips parting, hell it was beginning to arouse him all over.
“I don’t know what it was but-“
“I made you cum, darling” his voice completely distracting your thoughts.
“You made me what?”
He slowly walked towards you as you looked up at him innocently. His hand slowly caressing your cheek as his thumb found your bottom lip.
“I made you cum” he slid his finger into your mouth watching as you slowly closed your lips around it when suddenly the sound of the door opening made you both quickly back away from each other to find Ellie coming out.
“Oh man, how long was I asleep for?” Joel quickly turned back towards the woods.
“Not too long” you responded walking back to the house.
“Is there more food left? I’m kinda hungry?” She asked turning back inside with you. You nodded as you let her in front of you before looking back at Joel. You knew he wanted you again, but this time he wanted to take his time with you, he wanted to do it the right way.
Maybe just once more, he thought to himself. Whatever this was you knew it was only the beginning.
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Totally enjoying these fics you’re releasing! I hope you don’t feel pressured at all writing these wonderful stories and just enjoy em as much as we are.
For my request, jealous Joel Miller ❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜ ❛ take off your clothes. ❜
Take care, love! 🩷
Hey Anon! Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying them! I have to admit I am loving them as well! They're so much fun to put together as a distraction from the plot of my other stories - so I absolutely am enjoying them and there's no pressure at all! Thank you so much for your request, I hope you're happy with it! 🧡
If you'd like a prompt written, check this post here and pop a prompt into my ask with one of the follow Pedro boys - Javi P, Javi G, Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Dieter Bravo or Oberyn Martell.
Pairing | Joel Miller x Female Reader
Word Count | 1.4K
Warnings | Porn with very little plot below the cut, rough sex, rough!Joel, breath play, unprotected PIV sex, oral sex (F receiving) and some dirty talk but nothing else.
“I’m going to ruin you.” Joel growled into your ear, hand resting almost threateningly at the base of your throat, “Thinkin’ you can sidle up to any man at the bar and flirt with him when I’m there.”
You should have been scared, Joel had you backed up against the wall of his home and the look in his eyes told you that he meant every word about ruining you. Along with his hand at the base of your throat, his leg was between yours, his thigh pressed right up against your clothed center. As his words left his mouth you subconsciously grinded yourself down on his leg, trying to relieve the ache at your core.
He looked down at what you were doing and tightened his hand around your throat, pushing you further against the wall, “Stop it,” He commanded, “You don’t get to choose when you feel good tonight, not after that performance.”
He moved his hand from the base of your neck down your arm, it would have been quite romantic if he wasn’t currently looking at you like he wanted to kill you. He twisted you around, with your arm being held resting on the small of your back as he pushed you towards the stairs, “Get up the stairs.”
You didn’t need telling twice, almost sprinting up the steps two at a time until you were in Joel’s room with the door slammed behind you. You were stood at the side of his bed, Joel’s eyes trained on you, moving from foot to foot awkwardly, waiting for your next instruction.
“Take off your clothes.”
Your hands immediately shoved your jacket off your shoulders, discarding it to the floor as you toed off your boots and kicked them away. A smirk appeared on Joel’s face as he watched you pull your t-shirt off, revealing your bra. It was well worn and not particularly sexy, but he was just a man. As you started on the button and zipper on your jeans you heard movement. Snapping your head up you watched as Joel was palming his cock though his jeans whilst he watched you undress, his length already bulging behind his clothes.
He looked at you as if you say, “What’s taking you so long?” so you went right back to shucking your jeans off until you were stood in the room in just your underwear.
“I said take them off, why have you stopped?” Joel spoke lowly, “Go on, finish up and get on the bed on your back.”
You did exactly that, stepping out of your panties once you’d pulled them down your legs you sat down on the bed, shuffling back before lying down, spreading your legs for him. This had happened before, and you knew exactly what you were in for. Joel would pin you down and have his way with you, ignoring your pleads for his hands on your clit or for him to hit inside of you at a certain angle to make you cum. He would fuck you rough, sometimes spilling himself inside you, but mostly painting whatever part of your body he could get to the quickest with his cum, then he’d insist you slept, frustrated and unspent, until he woke the next morning to put his mouth between your legs and make up for everything.
You let out an unexpected shriek when Joel’s hand wrapped around your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed so your ass was precariously sitting on the edge, the only thing keeping you from landing on the floor was that your legs were now slung over his shoulders.
Oh my God, was he going to? Was all you could get through in your mind when his tongue licked a slow stripe up your pussy from your weeping hole to your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over it slowly before looking up at you.
“Maybe I’m not lookin’ after you well enough, darlin’,” He spoke, teasing your clit with his tongue for a second, “That why you needed to flirt with him, think he can do better than me?”
“Joel, no..” You spoke, “I wasn’t… fuck… I wasn’t flirting.” You forced from your mouth as he continued his assault on your clit.
“Not flirting?” He murmured, slipping two of his fingers into your aching pussy, “You didn’t lean up against the bar and flutter your pretty little eyelashes at him?”
“Oh my god,” You groaned, grinding your hips down onto his fingers, “I was just being nice.”
“Just being nice when you put your hand on his arm when he offered you a drink?” His tongue was back on your clit, adding an extra sensation to his fingers curling inside you.
You couldn’t answer, the feeling of both his fingers and his tongue were too much, all you could manage were moans and breaths.
“Gone awful quiet now, darlin’.” He stated, pulling his mouth away from you and stilling his fingers, “Answer me.”
“I’m sorry,” You pleaded, desperate tears forming at the corners of your eyes at the loss of friction, “I won’t do it again, I promise.”
“Good girl.” He said, finally moving his fingers again, pressing chaste kisses to the inside of your thighs as he brought you back to teetering on the edge.
It was almost like he could sense you were close – he wrapped his lips over your clit and sucked at it, stopping only to switch between that and flicking his tongue over it. Your orgasm threw you over the edge suddenly, you were calling out his name into the dark of the room, hands tangling in his hair as his fingers and mouth worked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.
He let your legs fall from his shoulders as he stood up, looking down at you with his dark eyes as he shed his own clothes, “On your hands and knees darlin’.” He spoke once he was naked, jerking his cock as you spread yourself out like he enjoyed.
He gave you little time to ready yourself for him, burying his thick cock into your pussy immediately. A filthy moan fell from your lips as he began thrusting, not giving you the usual time to adjust to his size within you.
“Oh god Joel…” You moaned, “You’re so fucking good inside me.”
“You like that?” He asked, punctuating it with a particularly brutal thrust into your pussy, “No-one else is ever going to make you feel like this, you understand?”
“Yes Joel…” Another moan, and another brutal thrust into you, “Only you, only ever want you.”
He leaned forward, snaking a hand around your hips as he was fucking you, his fingers landing straight on your clit to rub tight circles around it, his front laid across your back as he did so. A kiss was placed at the top of your spine, an intimate feeling against how rough he was being, “All mine, aren’t you darlin’?” He asked while you could feel the tightening in your tummy that you were close.
“All yours Joel,” You moaned, “Oh my god, please let me cum.”
“I ain’t stoppin’ you darlin’,” He chuckled, face close to your ear, “Cum for me any time you like.”
His fingers finally tipped you over the edge, another shriek of his name falling from your mouth as your pussy clenched around his cock, still thrusting deep into you. His fingers left your clit as he pushed himself back, grabbing onto your hips with a bruising intensity as he fucked into your pussy, searching for his own release which you soon felt.
He stilled inside of you, filling your pussy with his seed as his name groaned from his lips. As he pulled out you could feel him trickle down your thigh. Joel used his flannel shirt to clean you as best he could before throwing it into the basket full of washing he needed to do at some point in the near future.
He gathered you up and settled you both under the sheets of his bed, placing a soft kiss to your forehead as you breathed in his scent, “Shall I tell you a secret?” You murmured against his skin.
“Always, darlin’.”
“I flirted with him on purpose.” You let out a giggle, Joel’s hand flying to your ass to give you a squeeze.
“Give me a minute to recover and I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
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Summary: Joel Miller comes back into your life unexpectedly after a gap of thirty years, and stirs up all kinds of memories and longing. Now, as you're stationed on an outpost for five days alone with the man you stupidly let go of all those years ago, you have a chance to confront him about your past life together and all the things you wished you’d said and done.
But Joel’s different now, and you know you need to tread carefully. Joel Miller is not the same man you once knew in another life.
A slow burn romance set in the post apocalyptic world, approx. twenty or so years after the initial Cordyceps outbreak.
Pairing: Post-Outbreak Joel Miller x MatureF!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. However reader is of a similar age range as Joel; in her late forties/early fifties. Joel is slightly older at 56.)
Chapter Word Count: 3.4k
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He comes up behind you, running his nose and fingers through your hair entwining it; curling it and breathing you in deeply.
A soft hum escapes him and it sets your skin alight, immolating you before him. The fire consumes all of you, head to toe. After all this time, he can still do this to your body.
You're here. You say softly.
Your words are left undecided whether they lean into astonishment or ruminate in the neighbourhoods of grief.
I never left, darlin’. Not really. He reassures you.
You feel his hand; that large formidable palm, emanating an intense heat of his own from the centre of it, across your collarbone where it rests over the ebb of your quickening heartbeat.
I was always in here… He presses his lips to the side of your throat.
Joel...
You stir in the cot; the itchy blanket warming your skin. Unconscious thoughts of him are interrupting your circadian rhythm, knives thrown at a target.
The dream clouds your eyes opaque, dissipating slowly where Joel is still in love with you and anything is possible. Flesh eating monsters don't exist here. Nothing can get you, and as you come to, you remember where you are, bleakly.
You remember that it’s not a dream, even though Joel is really here with you in this plane again. You’re not sure what outcome is worse; to reside in a dream where Joel wants you that isn't real, or to live in a horrific reality where he’s flesh and blood real, but doesn’t want you.
Both options come with the same extra-large serving of pain drowning in grease slopping over the side of your plate.
As you open your eyes fully, the shack is dark, save for the sliver of pale light in the corner; the moon shining in from the night and illuminating the side of Joel’s face from the cut out.
A small candle flickers dully on the table in front of him that barely glows, although creates shadows around the wooden beams.
Joel’s in the wicker chair reading. You try to be still. Try not to alert him that you’re awake and just watch him.
He looks ethereal; at peace as he looks down into the pages, losing himself inside a make believe world that pulls him from this terrible one for a much coveted reprieve.
He licks the tip of his stubby right thumb as he turns the top of the page delicately; his eyes moving across words and painting images in his head.
After a while, a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips and he turns another page. You just observe, from the confines of the stifling, musty blanket as Joel lives and exists in another world, and you couldn't be more elated to see him thrive and flourish there.
Even if it’s without you.
“How long ya gon’ keep starin’?” Joel asks aloud, as he turns the page, and you smile as you’ve been rumbled.
Unsure exactly how he knows. But then he used to do that, knew when you were faking being asleep whilst he was curled around you. You’d hear him tell you through a silk whisper that blew hot and heavy in your ear, that he knew you were awake, as he slipped his hand down the front of your panties and made you moan his name as he wrote it on your clit with a slick coated finger.
“What are you reading?” You ask, feeling the sweat clammy on your neck and the throbbing ache register between your legs.
Joel holds up the book and it’s an old copy of Little Women with a heavily creased spine.
“Interesting choice.” You muse.
“I’ve read all the books here over. Just passin’ the time.” He concludes. He still continues to read as you sit up and stretch.
“Sure you have,” you smirk, pushing the blanket off and grateful for the reprieve.
"S'a classic. Shut up."
"Is it okay to have the candle burning? You said no light." You ask after watching it dance inside it's waxy rim. You can still see it's gloaming orb when you close your eyes; a fading orange dot sizzling behind them.
"Ain't got bionic eyes to read in the dark yet," he retorts and you smirk. "S'fine."
You glance over to the clocks and see that it’s almost three AM. “You should’ve woken me, I slept far too long.”
“Ya looked like ya needed it,” Joel shrugs. His eyes dart to yours from over the book. Two dark, glass marbles in the tiny light.
“Well, I’m up now. Get some rest, I’ll take over,” you say standing. Your back cracks and you groan as it eases.
After a beat, Joel tosses the book on the table. He passes you and you sink into the wicker chair, warmed from his body heat, yawning.
You glance out at the vacant valley through the cut out; the moonlight illuminating the dips and rolls of the hills and it’s peaceful, almost serene.
You look up at the craters on the moon and wonder for a moment if Kelper's looking up at the sky right now too.
Joel rolls over to face the wall in the cot. He leaves the blanket off and keeps his boots on.
He can smell you on the pillow; the faint dying scents of your sleep, your warmth caressing the side of his face.
He closes his eyes and tries to remember what you feel like, what you used to feel like in that small ebb of time when you were his.
Before his weak, traitorous hands let you go.
He’d heard you in your sleep. A small snuffle escaping from your nose and then a gentle moan that rolled up from the bottom of your vocal chords to taunt him as you dreamt.
It reminded him of a sound that you would make for him in another life.
Sitting in that damn wicker chair, across the room from you, which felt like miles in distance, he was forced to listen to that beguiling melody as it flowed from your lips to taunt him. He was unable to do anything about it, leaving him reeling.
Left the maddening thoughts of getting into the damn cot with you, and wrapping you up in his arms and squeezing you so tightly, gasping for breath and dying at his feet.
But Joel knows he's a coward underneath, spent of conviction. He knows you'd probably push him away; he would. It's been too long for him to dwell in the territory of possible desirability.
He's not the same young, athletic man he once was when you knew him. Is he even desirable to you now, with his shot to shit knee that creaks and cracks, and a back that won't co-operate most of the time?
He's gotten old, and even in the world before he was constantly fighting to stay alive, he might've been in worse shape. He surmises that he probably would've had a heart attack by now, despite Sarah berating him constantly to eat better.
He remembered you then; the both of you back then. How brash and confident you were. How you made him confident.
Now, Joel is a just husk of a man, empty. Lost. It's like he was a person back then that he never knew, not truly.
What could he possibly offer you now?
He grounds down on his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut, willing with all his might that you will leave the muddy bog-soaked ground of his mind, let him have some fucking respite.
In the chair, you glance over at Joel, his broad back presented to you clothed in dark green plaid; his arms folded and his knees bent. He still sleeps the same, you muse.
Except you're not draped over him, absorbing the undulating warmth you know he emits.
Your eyes wander over the soft curve of his ass swathed in tight denim that’s frayed in places around the pocket on his cheek, and you remember all the times you’d squeezed it. Playfully when he’d embrace you, forcefully when he’d fuck you. You’d grab onto it, wanting him deeper inside you as you came; both of you panting, clawing, never getting enough.
Come for me, darlin'. God, I wanna fuckin' feel ya come...
It was never enough and so fleeting. You were young, foolish. You took it all for granted that it would last forever. The bittersweetness of it all cuts sharp across your tongue.
You clench your thighs together; a deep, laboured breath flows out of you that you don't know Joel can hear.
It makes his heartbeat quicken and he adjusts his head lightly on the pillow.
He wishes he was lying on his left side, so he could block your tempting sounds out with the deafening din that pulses in his right ear constantly now. But if he was, he knows he'd not be able to resist peeping at you, the same way you did with him.
You reach forward, picking up the book and open it. Figuring you may as well simply pass the time too.
Joel jolts in the cot; a shunt of his body stirs him awake out of a pitch black, dreamless sleep. His forehead bumps against the wooden wall, pulling him out of the viscous oil of it.
Realising what has happened, he turns over his shoulder and sees that you're not in the wicker chair to mock him. He knows you would.
Although that relief is swallowed up by immediate concern as he hears a gunshot pelt from outside.
Flying up out of the cot, he notices the rifle is missing off the stand. Rushing to the window, he can see you a little ways down the track as he peers through the cut out.
“Fuck!” He mutters and takes off out the door. It clatters on its hinges behind him.
You aim the rifle and fire, smirking triumphantly when you fatally hit the buck on your first shot.
The kickback into your shoulder throbs, but it’ll be worth the bruise when you sink your teeth into the tender meat later; your mouth waters thinking about it.
You’d spotted it moving in the silence of the early morning light as you stared out the window watching the night morph into the inky dawn hues. The only sound to accompany you was the occasional snuffle from Joel’s nose as he slept.
It was a small tan dot, moving furtively in the underbrush, and as you sat forward in the chair, the oncoming light making your vision clearer, you realised it was a buck and not a wayward infected coming to ambush you.
It was instinct, fuelled by years of intense hunger that knew no bounds, that had you up out of the chair chasing this opportunity like dark voodoo had entranced you. It was too good to miss; silently removing the rifle from the stand, and creeping out the door so as not to rouse Joel.
Kelper would be proud, he taught you well. You know your way around a gun and the sticky, bloodied bones of an animal carcass with your eyes shut. Such are the only talents or skills needed in this world now.
You begin striding over to the lifeless buck, feeling mighty pleased with yourself, when you hear your name being hollered like thunder cracking across the sky.
You turn toward the fracas. Joel is tearing down the hill towards you, his fists clenched and looking frantic.
“Ya fuckin’ crazy?!” He hisses, trying to contain the loudness of his voice around the valley, and failing somewhat at it.
“Well, good morning to you too-” You start, but are cut off by a very red-faced and pissed off Joel.
“What the fuck d’ya think ya doin?” He snatches the rifle from you, seething.
You can only watch as he tears it from your hand. “Joel-”
“Firing a fuckin’ gun out here, ya wanna let any infected know we're sittin’ waiting’ for em?!”
Oh shit.
You realise your mistake immediately as the fury on Joel’s face strips you of your blood making you cold. His nostrils flare, his mouth is a hard, thin line under his grey flecked moustache. His chest heaves like he’s about to keel over.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, shit. I didn’t think,” you say, feeling small as he towers over you.
“What'd I tell ya, hmm? We gotta trust one another out here. Ya get a stupid fuckin’ idea, ya run it by me first!” The cords in his neck visibly strain as he tries to quell his anger bubbling through him. It makes him shake, you notice.
You cross your arms and sigh. Despite his anger, the castigation from him is starting to fray your own temper. “You’re right, I fucked up, Joel. I’m sorry. Just, calm down.”
“Jesus,” he mutters, shaking his head fast and running his hands through his mussed, dandelion streaked hair. He breathes out; a small whistle exiting his nose after he sniffs in deep, tasting some faint composure on his tongue.
You scowl at the buck’s corpse, feeling so foolish and lambasted like a little girl.
You don’t remember Joel having much of a temper. Out of the two of you, you were the hot headed one and he was always so mellow, even when you were tearing out his heart.
But of course, the world has changed since then, and looking at his glowering eyes, you can’t help but wonder what else he has endured through that has naturally fanned this fire within him to blaze.
Deep down you know you’ve been reckless and put you both in danger; worse than that, put the whole mission and everyone tied to it in danger.
And all for the sake of some fucking venison.
An onslaught of tears start to prickle and blur your vision; you try to blink them back in earnest.
“Hey,” Joel steps towards you. “M'sorry I snapped,” he says more gently; the harsh lines in his face melting away into his cheeks.
You step back, away from him, and you don't know how much that tiny movement of you flinching shatters him. A sledgehammer to the crudely sewn up heart that's barely beating most days inside his chest cavity.
“It’s okay.” You shake your head, breathing in deeply and blinking them away. Endure and survive. Endure and survive. “You were right to, I deserved it. It was a fucking dumb idea.”
“No.” He shakes his head too. “I just…” He trails off as he catches sight of the young buck in the tree line. “That what ya shot?”
You nod, smiling a little. “Figured it would be better than the cans. A treat, you know?"
Joel baulks and a small bewildered smirk creeps over his lips that he tries in vain to quell. No, he can’t be impressed right now, he has to be hopping mad at you.
Has to be angry because otherwise he'll want to wrap his arms around you and comfort you. Give and feed you mutinous praise at how fucking strong you are now.
Look at you. You're incredible; he knew it the moment he saw you outside The Tipsy Bison, in your amazonian audacity. You were alive, which meant you were strong, had grit.
Stared death in the face and gave it the finger with blood in your teeth and fire in your belly. He's proud. Secretly, he's so fucking proud of you.
"How'd ya learn to shoot? When I knew ya, ya couldn't aim for shit." Joel queries.
His mind is transported back to a hazy, neon time that smells of cotton candy and balsamic fried onions, where he's laughing at you as you try, and fail miserably, to shoot stacked bottles at the fairground.
He took over, and with only one shot, you were cooing at him and clutching a stuffed penguin you'd named Wilson, or Wilbur, or some stupid shit like that.
He doesn't know that you still had that daft penguin right up until Outbreak day. Or that you cuddled up close to it in your melancholy when you missed him.
You smile as you both glance at the buck; dead, glassy eyes staring back at you both.
"Survival instinct, I guess. Point and shoot, otherwise you die, right?" You shrug bitterly.
He nods gently. It's a lesson he knows only too well. His grip tightens on the rifle.
"And later on, Kelper... He taught me a lot."
Joel scoffs and shakes his head. You see his lips visibly roll back over his teeth. "M'sure he did."
"Careful. One might think you're jealous, Joel." You tease.
"M'not." He grits, looking away.
"Liar." You tease. "It was never like that between us. We love each other, but we're not in love. He's gay, Joel." You confirm into the air, convincing him, and unsure why you feel the need to.
"And if he wasn't?" He queries, despite himself.
"Maybe..." You say. "Probably. Doesn't matter." You know it's futile to wrangle the with the what if's. Everything happens for a reason. If Kelper was meant to be yours, he would have been.
He wasn't yours. Just like Joel. You bite down on the inside of your cheek until it stings.
He shrugs. "I should've taught ya." He mutters into the air. "Back when we were…"
The thought of you having to learn the hard way creates a blockage somewhere, stops blood flowing freely. It clots in the artery as he see's your panicked face behind his eyes; hears your wails as you fight back, terrified no doubt. He feels your fear as it builds up, causing pressure, swelling.
His fist goes to his chest as he clears his throat. "It shouldn't have been like this, any of it." Joel shakes his head.
"I sometimes think it's a nightmare that I can't wake up from." You agree. "I don't know how I even got here. How I made it. How any of us did. It's all such a blur." You surmise, bleakly. "Time is so different now. Years feel like only days ago."
He slings the rifle onto his shoulder uncomfortably.
You look down at the wild grass. "Pointless thinking about it though. We just keep on. Endure and survive." You conclude.
"S'a good mantra, I guess."
"It's why I'm still alive." You confirm.
"I thought 'bout ya." Joel says quietly after a few beats.
"Yeah?" You look at his face quizzically.
Joel nods starkly as his walnut browns meet yours.
"I thought about you too." You look back at him.
"I mourned ya." He swallows, eyes dark, and you see his jaw twitch as he grinds on his teeth.
It hits you in the gut, ricochets off your spleen and passes out the other side.
"I hoped ya got out, that ya were safe. That someone was looking out for ya. But I really thought ya didn't make it. And then seeing ya… in the commune. As clear as fuckin' day. I thought I'd finally cracked. Lost it fully for a moment."
You listen, rooted to the spot on the grass as he speaks with an emptiness to his voice. You struggle to hear him though over the crashing waves of your heartbeat thudding in your ears.
Joel turns back to you and sighs softly as he looks down at you. You look up to meet his eyes again; the red in yours fading away.
“M'glad to be proven wrong." He confirms. "Y'always were a firecracker."
You smile at him not really knowing what to say. You just feel your fingertips throb and twitch.
You want to reach up and touch him so badly. Feel that silky, rough scruff and trace the lines of his face, reading the ridges and craters of his pores like braille. Run your nose across the prominent hook of his, dip your tongue back into the inkpot of his mouth and paint canvases with all of his colours again.
You want to tell him the same, that you thought he was dead too. That it killed you to know he could be gone from this world forever.
That a part of you died, and never came back, the day you left him.
"Wait for me,” he says through a voice you don’t recognise. “I need ya to wait for me next time, okay?” He nods over to the buck.
You nod back at him slowly like you're in a trance.
He steps forward and this time you don’t step back, the gap getting smaller between you. It’s enough to strip the air from your lungs despite being outside and breathing it in. But there's no clarity in the dappling bokeh as it all fades out around you.
Joel’s lips part, like he’s going to say something else, but doesn’t.
You desperately want to know what he wants to say. You want to yell it at him to tell you. To tell you that he missed you everyday as much as you missed him. To tell you that he wished you had knocked on his door.
You want him to split you open, pry the meat out from in between your ribs and feast on it. Devour you until there is nothing left.
From the way he looks back at you, with those dark eyes becoming vortexes spanning across the universe, you can tell he wants the same.
It’s in every look, every breath; every beat of his unworthy heart. It’s just that he doesn’t know how to reach out and take it, or if he should. Or if you really want him to.
He used to know your signals once upon a time, he could read you, memorise your story. Now, you’re a blank paperback that he opens to be met with a daunting nothing.
And you realise the longer you stand there, the more paralysed you’ve become too. Like you've forgotten how your limbs work.
All you can think about is re-tasting the colourless salt between your naked, sweaty bodies. You want him inside you with every fibre of your being. Shit, it's been too long.
Decades, a passage of time that you can't comprehend, and yet he can still leave you breathless, wanting.
He pollutes your thoughts even when right in front of you; he's cerebral. The frenetic pounding of the blood rushing in your veins makes you lightheaded.
You watch, enthralled, as the Adam's apple in his tan throat somersaults, and Joel’s stepping back and breaking the hypnotic spell.
“C’mon, help me carry this back up.” He throws the rifle over his shoulder again when it slips down, and you finally remember that you’re no longer static and growing roots in the soil.
You both pick it up; he handles the head and you take the hind. Blood glistens in the fur behind its ear and it mesmerises you for a bit. Rubies in soft, wet velvet.
"I think I knew that you'd made it." You say, finding some chalk in your throat. "I mourned you too... Kelper, he had this idea that we should lay everyone we loved and lost to rest. It was kinda beautiful, to let go." You say, recalling the silk, tattered ribbons you tied onto the tree branches. One each for everyone gone. Your mom, your friends, colleagues.
One for Joel.
"But deep down I guess I knew that you would still be alive, somewhere."
Joel looks at you as he steps up the hill.
"You're too stubborn to go down." You smile.
He smirks. "Old habits die hard."
"Thank God for that." You confirm.
You can hear his breaths getting heavier as you both feel the weight of the buck on the incline.
"S'a shame we don't have any rosemary. Red wine. Could'a made a fine meal outta this." Joel sighs into the air. "Spiced pears for dessert... Nice."
You snort. "You mean I could. You can't cook for shit, Miller."
He laughs, you can see his broad shoulders heaving despite not hearing it. "I've learnt a few things here or there 'bout survivin'." Joel confirms, a dip weighing in his voice.
"Mmhm."
"I'll prove it. When we're back, I'll make ya somethin'."
"Really?" You baulk, grinning. The warmth from those words nestles against you, all snug and inviting.
He shrugs and throws you a wry smirk. "Sure. Twenty year-old canned beefaroni. My specialty."
You laugh. His shoulders heave again as you both reach the top of the hill to the shack. Your arms ache, but the warmth from his laugh soothes it.
"That's a real nice sound. Missed it." Joel says quietly, but you hear it and it warms your face.
"We'll be neighbours in Jackson, how weird is that?" You say casually, but it makes your stomach flutter.
Joel smiles. "Fuckin' weird."
You laugh again.
"Don't be comin' over to borrow a cup of sugar. Don't have any." Joel throws over his shoulder.
"Then what kind of a neighbour are you?" You smirk.
"Useless."
"Doubtful." You conclude softly.
You both reach the top of the hill and round the back of the shack to where the stable is. You can feel the sweat beading on the back of your neck again, and Joel's audibly wheezing a little.
"I'll hold you to that, you know." You challenge as you both put the buck's carcass down just outside the stable. "The cooking for me thing, I mean. I'd like that."
You both stop and regard one another. Joel's eyes are shining and he's trying not to blush. But you can see it, and it's the most fantastic thing you think you'll ever see.
His lips spread into a smile that creates a dimple in his cheek that you remember all too well. You used to kiss it.
"S'a date." Joel mumbles at you with pink cheeks, as he holds open the door to the shack.
To be continued...
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Live a Little, Give a Little
Joel Miller x F!Reader
Summary: You're looking to boost your OnlyFans ratings with a big public stunt. Lucky for you, an eager stranger happily helps you out, and gives you more than you expected!
Warnings: Exhibitionism, public sex, train sex, being caught, unprotected sex, creampie, groping, dub con, thigh fucking, mention of oral / cum eating, male masturbation, (*SPOILER*pregnancy) surprise at the end at the end :)
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Starting an Only Fans account to earn a bit extra money turned into something a bit more of a hobby than a cash grab. You enjoyed the attention you got from the thousands of strangers, particularly men, who lurked on the internet, asking you to do ridiculous things for their sexual pleasure. The higher your ratings went up, the more they were willing to pay. And the less likely you were to say no.
Which is how you find yourself on a crowded public train during rush hour, wearing a tight as fuck blouse with your tits ready to burst out if you sucked in too big a breath and a short frilly skirt that came higher than the lowest part of your ass cheeks with no panties, bare pussy out for anyone to see.
Or touch, for that matter.
You’re standing close to one of the doors, facing towards the city passing by in a blur through the window. You should be more nervous than wet. People brush by you, or press up against you, touching your lower back then going along like it was something innocent. You know there’s at least a few perverted fucks on here who are thinking with their cocks with just one look at you. It’s hot as hell on the rattling cage, though that could just be your exhillerated nerves. Your face feels warm, hands clammy at the hope that one of these men will “accidentally” grope you—and they’ll be in one hell of a surprise.
You feel the presence of a particularly large, built man behind you. You can’t see him, but he hasn’t made an attempt to squeeze by either. He just stands there, looming, close enough to feel his breath against your shoulder when he sighs.
This is the one.
You can’t even see this strangers face, but you intentionally bump your butt against him. The train sways, and a warm, thick palm comes up to your hip, holding you securely—no, pulling you closer to him. You gasp a bit, not ready for your senses to be so on edge by his bluntness. Maybe it was an accident. But by the way his hand is still gripping you so close, maybe not…?
The train stops swaying, returning to a smooth track despite the hoard of people it carries. His hand starts to retreat. You quickly tuck your elbow in, grazing his forearm with determination: don’t leave, you plea.
His beefy fist only pauses for a second, as if contemplating your gesture. It continues back down to his side, to your disappointment.
What you didn’t know was how he was staring down your back, noticing something very bold, very daring, and very pretty hiding under your skirt.
He flicks his wrist back up as if to rub his nose, and there he sees it: your naked ass on display, swishing daringly, as if on cue, to flash him before the fabric settles back over.
Your eyes close when that little breeze fades. He’s seen it. There’s no doubt. You can hear him clearing his throat before he’s pushing his full front against your back.
“Mmmf!” You peep, biting your lip not to moan when his massive fucking bulge pokes against your slit. The train is packed even more tightly now, though that doesn’t bother you in the slightest. Your perverted savior’s fingers are dancing along your upper thighs, delicately rubbing little circles, tickling your skin and hiking up your pathetic excuse for closing to feel more of you.
The scratch of his beard against the back of your head tells you that he’s looking around, head on a swivel to see if anyone has caught wind of your dirty little secret.
Stomach clenching with exhilaration, you hope he makes another bold move to feel just how much you’re dripping, all clenched up between your thighs to prevent leakage. All because of him.
The stranger looks down and can see a phone in your hand, easily pointing towards your bum. And even less obvious, the camera being on and displaying your lower half and his.
He smirks to himself, brushing off his groan with a cough again.
He does what any man would do and pulls his dick out.
Almost too easily.
The man pushes closer to you so others can scoot by behind him. There’s no way he’s going to let anyone come between you two right now.
You hope the next stop isn’t for a long while now.
Fuck, here it goes.
You let your free hand drop down behind you and tug his cock playfully. Jesus Christ, he’s fucking huge! It jumps excitedly in your hand, warm and hard as a rock, fleshy, beating in your grasp. You can feel his sticky precum smearing against your inner thigh. The poor thing just begging for attention.
You loved attention.
More struggled grunts behind you. Rubbing his nose excessively, clenching his jaw and looking around the compartment. Nothing mattered to you more at this moment, not even being on a crowded train, than getting that girthy slab of meat inside you. Your legs work of their own according, parting ever so slightly.
He senses it. The man sheaths himself closer upon your invite, your body melting into his muscular physique, broad and overpowering your physical senses. Everything around you screamed him. His smell, his chest rumbling, his belly conforming to the arch in your back. His digits slide in front of your thighs, carving up under your skirt and between your legs to feel the generous slick drooling from your clit.
He stifles a groan at the same time you swallow your whimper. Jesus, his fingers were thick too, rolling over your clit as you tugged on his erect member.
He glances at the phone in your other trembling hand. You feel the strong embrace of his paw hold it steady, and your heart drops knowing he’s aware you’re filming the two of you—but more so that he’s encouraging it. He sees your cute ass cheeks and dripping pussy on display while his cock slides into frame.
He defiles you so considerably slow, gliding his length along your folds, collecting the slick to lube himself. Fucking your thighs. Teasing your little nub with the hooked slink of his tip each time he pressing forward and then up.
The static sound of the train speaker comes to life as the conductor announces gibberish, conveniently muffling that cry you let out when he slides his pulsing cock into you. He’s got you pinned, knees braced as he pushes in fully. You can’t help but jolt forward, falling against the door with your hand braced out to hold you.
It’s so full, engulfing every millimeter of space and then some inside you. So unlike the cold silicon dildo’s you’ve been fucking yourself with for your fans every week. You had almost forgot what it was like to have a real man inside, warm and twitching and fucking massively alive, but my god, never one this fucking filling. He stretches your walls like a gum band around an elephant.
You don’t need to see the reflection of your cross-eyed fucked out expression in the window in front of you. He can see it though, pride settling over his bones at what a fucking whore you must be to let a stranger impale you on a crowded train.
Though, given how wet you were, he’s curious if he’s the first.
He starts languidly thrusting, casually glancing around and coughing his grunts to see if anyone is looking. They’re slow, methodic. Blending in with the natural bouncing of the train car.
Your tits smash against the glass, the buttons of your blouse almost begging to tear. While it seemed no one inside the train with you might be called to your attention, anyone looking from outside towards the train would be able to see you in the compromising position.
His palm splays out over your tummy, making sure your ass sticks out and happily engulfs his throbbing cock into your tight heat. Thank God the rumbling of the wheels on the track mask the squelching noises and patted slapping of skin against skin.
He’s leaned so close, the scruff of his beard tickling your temple, but the ripple of the moving city prevents you from being able to see his image clearly. You catch just feint glimmers of brown and grey curls, patches along his beard—combined with his rough and calloused demeanor. You’re certain that he’s much older than you had originally guessed.
Fuck, if that isn’t hot as hell.
You’re barely holding in moans now. He fingernails dig into your skin, warning you. But you want him to hear, to encourage his fucking of your slutty cunt. The desire to feel him in your stomach for days, long after he’s disappeared. You want him to leave a mark, a memento so you remember this wasn’t just a dream.
There's other people on the train standing close enough who catch whim of you and your perverted partner but they quickly pretend to look away, embarrassed, nearly in denial at what’s happening right before them. Most of these people wouldn’t hesitate to watch without shame, cocks and pussies out, rubbing together at the sight of this on their phones at home. But out in this space, it’s a sin to consider, to acknowledge the presence of.
It feels so much better when it’s wrong.
You catch a woman’s eyes, smiling with your tongue out as your faceless fuck-buddy ruts into you with precise yet minimal humps. It fuels your actions more, being caught and still going without shame.
Your core tightens, and he feels it. He keeps using you like a flesh light, and you happily let him. Your orgasm slams you hard. His hand cups over your mouth as you wail out without care, pussy convulsing around his length and milking him. His fingers invade your mouth and muffle your moans, his tip crashing into your cervix before stilling. Floods of his hot load empty into your pussy, pulsing long thick ribbons before pulling out and jerking the rest of his pearly spend onto your petaled lips and smearing it over your slit.
You breathe deeply, trying to regain your regular heartbeat without looking as if you were just fucked a mile from heaven.
The train begins to slow, the next stop approaching so quickly you don’t even register it. It was over so fast. Your skirt falls down, just barely hiding the white stains along your inner thighs as he zips his softening cock back into his trousers.
Your body turns just as he squeezes by you on the other side, and you can’t catch his even a glimpse of his face before he's walking off onto the platform and disappearing into the crowd.
The doors close, and the train lurches forward again, your mind too dazed to realize you’ve missed your stop.
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6 Months later
Joel crashes down on the couch, his body aching after a rough day. He fishes out his phone, routinely on time for his nightly and less than satisfying jerk off session with a bottle of beer.
He scrolls aimlessly to his favorite searches, desperate for something new. Its been months since he last got laid, nothing feeling quite as thrilling as that one time…
His eyes widen when he finds an incredibly familiar clip online titled: “Creepy Perverted Old Stranger with Massive Cock Fucks My Pussy Raw on a Crowded Train While I'm Ovulating!"
He clicks on the video, and instantly recognizes your blouse and frilled skirt, the setting of the train, like it was yesterday. The camera doesn’t reveal any faces, just your little ass and pussy from below and eventually, Joel’s crotch.
The video’s time stamp notes that this was uploaded 6 months ago, and its got one hell of a following with 23 million views.
There’s a description that starts with "60 year old creep…” and he almost wants to comment that he is actually 56, for your information.
He watches the video 8 times, unable to even touch his hard cock begging helplessly because he’s too mesmerized by just the sight of your beautiful pussy. Even in your shaky grasp, he can see clearly your pretty folds, his cock invading you and stretching you beyond a reasonable limit. He was denied the image then, but etching it in his brain right now.
He closes his eyes, remembering that feeling of being inside you so vividly: your tight walls swallowing his dick like a champ, suffocating him yet pulling him back in with each draw. He relives it in his mind, has been doing it every few nights. Nothing had ever felt quite as good since you. The thrill of the setting. Your tight sexy body in his grasp, your wet swollen nub twitching on his thumb, and the sight of you—something the camera doesn’t pick up on, something that is only private to him, but he remembers it as though in front of him now. Seeing your expressions so clearly in the window’s reflection, eyes rolled over, tongue lolled out as he rocks your world. It was the last best cum he’d had, and even then it was repressed, slow, and hard to get to when he was being quiet and holding back, it still ranked higher than any high he's had since.
The video continues after he’s pulled out and departed from the train, showcasing the mess he left and your swollen flower now wrecked from his doings. He wishes he had stayed, knelt down and buried his tongue into your folds, lapping the mix of your combined juices and cleaning you up so nobody else could enjoy the sight he’s beholding now on his tiny screen.
He clicks your account and sees the most recent upload was last week. It didn’t seem like you were very active in these few months, but the vigorous commenting and hearts on your recent video has people stirring, and Joel’s curious to know why.
As the video plays, your pretty face and upper body are in frame, smiling to the camera and waving. You look exceedingly radiant, glowing with an effortless aura as you thank all of your fans. He pumps his dick to the sight of your beautiful complexion, soft yet deviously sexy smile crystal clear and staring directly at him. He can’t believe he was inside you, that he dumped his seed in you on the whim a chance and here he is only just now learning your name and true face.
You speak eagerly as you announce a surprisingly unexpected news as a result of that video. The camera pans down, revealing your heavily rounded tummy.
Joel stops his movements on his cock, feeling a harsh throb practically jumping towards the screen at the image of your pregnant body. Your hand glides over your beautiful naked belly, thanking the perverted stranger on the train for giving you such a generous gift to remember him by.
A pained gasp boils out of his throat. His pupils dilated. Mouth parted. Heart skipping a long beat.
He didn’t even realize he had already cum, his hot glue dribbling down his knuckles and shirt as the video ends with your winking kiss.
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On the Mend - Ch 3: You Don’t Have To
No Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader
Read this on AO3 | Masterlist
Summary: Of all the things you did to erase Joel Miller in your life, there was one thing you forgot about--having him as your emergency contact.
Word count: 1,584
A/N: Here's chapter 3 and it looks like reader and Joel are on their way to patching things up. IDK. LOL I'm honestly just going along with my deluluness on this one. Also, tagging @vickie5446 for this update. If you want to be tagged for the next ones, just leave a comment ^_^
The days following Joel's unexpected visit were a whirlwind of emotions for her. She couldn't shake the memory of seeing him standing on her doorstep, bruised and broken, pleading for a chance to make amends. It stirred a chaotic mix of feelings within her, and she found herself torn between her love for him and her resentment for the pain he had caused.
It didn't help that Joel had sent her texts simply asking her how she is and if they could see each other again. All of which she left on read. Still unsure if she still wants Joel back in her life.
Days turned into a relentless march toward her impending maternity leave.
She buried herself in work, taking on overtime to secure extra pay and ensure her coworkers wouldn't be burdened in her absence. It was a way to stay busy, to distract herself from the storm of thoughts and emotions raging within. Between work, her doctor's appointments and the preparations for the nursery, her days were filled to the brim.
Too much so that one hot afternoon, as the sun blazed down on her car during her drive home from work, she felt an unexpected, sharp pain in her lower abdomen. It caught her off guard, and she winced in discomfort, her grip on the steering wheel tightening. She tried to dismiss it as just another round of pregnancy discomfort, but the pain persisted and grew stronger with each passing moment.
With a trembling hand, she reached for her phone and dialed her doctor's number. As she explained her symptoms, the doctor advised her to head straight to the hospital, suspecting it might be preterm labor. Panic coursed through her veins as she obeyed the instructions.
Rushing through the hospital doors, she tried to remain calm despite the escalating pain. The nurses quickly took her to a room, and she was placed under observation, calling her emergency contact as they worked on her.
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Joel had just picked up Sarah from her soccer practice after work, and they were heading home with Tommy in tow when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and his brows furrowed in confusion at the number he did not recognize.
"Quit bickering, you two!" Joel said hushing the two who were arguing about something as he answered the call.
“Hello?” His blood ran cold as he listened to the nurse on the other end explain the situation.
Without a second thought, Joel made a swift U-turn, the tires screeching on the pavement.
"Jesus Christ, Joel!" Tommy exclaimed.
"Dad, what's going on?" Sarah asked worriedly.
Joel's knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel as he navigated through traffic, his mind racing. "She's at the hospital,” his voice tight. " Somethin's wrong."
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The hospital felt like a blur as Joel rushed through the corridors, his heart pounding with each step. When he arrived at her room, he was met with a mix of relief and surprise. She lay in the hospital bed, her face etched with pain, and when her eyes met his, she looked astonished.
"Joel? What are you doing here?" she managed to say between breaths.
Joel's worry didn't subside, but he couldn't help but smile faintly. "I'm still listed as your emergency contact," he explained, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and tenderness.
Her brow furrowed in realization, and she seemed flustered. "I'm so sorry, Joel. You shouldn't have come, I meant to change that."
Joel shook his head, his eyes never leaving her. "You don't need to do that," he replied softly. "I'm here because I want to be. I want to be here for you and the baby..."
She blinked away the tears and took a deep breath. "Joel, I appreciate that you want to help, but I've managed this far on my own, and I can handle it. You don't need to feel obligated."
Joel nodded, his expression filled with understanding. "I know you're strong and capable, and I know so well that you can do it on your own. But I also know how tough it is to care for a newborn alone. I've been there, and I don't want you to go through it if I can help."
Their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. She wanted to prove her independence, to show Joel that she could handle everything just fine on her own, that she doesn't need him in her life as much as he didn't want her to be a constant in his.
Before she could respond, the intern entered the room, donned in a white coat and a warm smile.
"Good evening," the intern greeted kindly, glancing between the two of them.
"I've reviewed your test results, and it appears that what you experienced was indeed a false alarm. This can sometimes happen due to stress or other factors, especially during the later stages of pregnancy."
Relief washed over her, and she nodded gratefully. "So I can go home tonight?"
"Absolutely!" The intern continued, "I also called your OB and she advised that you be on bed rest with bathroom privileges until your next routine checkup next week."
"Thank you, doc. I'll make sure she's well taken care of." Joel answered for her.
After providing some more instructions, the intern excused herself from the room. "I'll have someone process your discharge papers," she said as she closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them alone.
Joel turned his attention back to her, his determination unwavering.
"I'm comin’ home with you." he insisted, his voice soft yet firm. "Let me take care of you, even if it's just until your next doctor's appointment."
She hesitated, her desire for independence warring with the growing realization that accepting Joel's help might be the best course of action.
"I don't want to burden anyone, Joel," she confessed, worry etching lines on her face. “Besides, what about Sarah? Tommy can’t handle stuff all on his own, and you both have work.”
“You don’t worry ‘bout all that now.” he assured her. “Tommy and Sarah can manage without me for the next couple of days, in fact you can ask them yourself.” He smiled lightly.
“What?” Her eyes widened in surprise. "Tommy and Sarah are here?" she asked, her voice filled with longing.
“They’re, uh, outside.” He smiled sheepishly.
“Do-do you think Sarah would want to see me?” She asked him softly, feeling unsure and a little embarrassed about basically ghosting a 10 year old who considered her as a mother-figure.
“Of course, darlin’.” Joel said, “I’d go get them if you want.” She nodded and Joel's smile grew wider as he walked out of the room to call in Tommy and Sarah.
When they entered the room, her heart nearly burst with joy. Sarah squealed in excitement at the sight of her, and they shared a warm hug, both happy to be reunited after too long apart.
Sarah was brimming with curiosity. "Mom, how are you? Is the baby okay?"
She smiled down at the little girl, touched by her concern. "I'm doing much better now, sweetie, and the baby's just fine." Suddenly Sarah started sniffling.
“I’m so happy to see you again.” Fat tears began to roll down her plump cheeks. “Please, mom, come home…” The little girl pleaded.
“Sarah–”Joel started but was cut off.
“It’s okay, Joel.” She assured him, clinging tightly to Sarah.
Joel stepped closer, a comforting presence beside them. "Sarah, your mom needs to rest for a little while," he explained gently, his hand resting on her shoulder. "But maybe when she's a little better, she may want to hang out..." Joel's statement came out as a question directed at her and she nodded in reply.
"That's absolutely right, sweetie," she chimed in, her voice soft and warm. "I just need to get better so that your baby sister can keep growing stronger before she arrives."
"She?" The three Millers asked in unison.
“Oh…” A faint blush crept onto her cheeks as she smiled. "Yes, Sarah is going to have a baby sister."
After a few more moments of heartfelt exchanges, they reluctantly said their goodbyes to Sarah and Tommy, assuring them that they would see each other soon. As the door closed behind them, she sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the emotional encounter.
Joel turned his attention back to her, his gaze soft with a hint of uncertainty.
"I'm so sorry," he began, his voice carrying a tone of regret, "I didn't mean to make plans for you and Sarah—"
"It's alright, Joel," she interjected, offering a faint smile. "I truly want to see Sarah again. I think I owe her an apology and an explanation." She admitted, and he responded with a grateful nod. "Thank you," he breathed out.
She absentmindedly stroked her swollen belly; the contractions had ceased, but she still felt uncomfortable.
"So, uh..." Joel started, his hand nervously rubbing his neck, "does that mean you're okay with me stayin' over for a couple of days?"
"Yes," she nodded, "Thank you, Joel. You really don't have to, though. I can ask—"
"No, no," Joel interrupted, his voice earnest. "Please, I want to... I want to take care of you and the baby."
A brief silence settled in the room, interrupted only when a nurse popped her head through the door with the paperwork.
Soon after, they found themselves walking to her car, with Joel behind the wheel, driving her home.
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Calendar Girl: June, Part 2
Series Masterlist: Calendar Girl
Joel Miller Masterlist
Author: @wordywarriorwrites
Summary: The story of how Joel Miller falls in love again, told over a series of months.
Series Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language. Violence. Discussions of rape and consent. Alcohol consumption. Age-gap.
June: Part 2
For the first time in nearly a month, Joel had slept through the night.
He’d celebrated the return of his energy that morning by making love to you twice. Now, it was the middle of the afternoon, and instead of feeding him or letting him shower or allowing him to take what he believed to be a well-deserved nap, you kept him abed, and asked him to explain the scars that littered his body from damn near head-to-toe.
“What’s this one from?” you wondered.
“Knife, I think?”
“And this one?”
Joel glanced at the puckered skin on his thigh and yawned, “A bat wrapped in barbed wire.”
You let out a low whistle, “And I thought my knicks and burns were bad.”
He hummed, rolled onto his side, and trailed his fingertip along what appeared to be an incision just above your pubic bone. When he observed that you had an intense looking scar of your own, you placed your hand over his and smiled ruefully.
“Lemme guess,” Joel mused aloud. “Battle with a samurai?”
“Adenomyosis diagnosis at seventeen,” you explained quietly. “After they harvested my eggs, I had a hysterectomy.”
“Shit,” Joel exhaled.
“It was better than being in excruciating pain and requiring monthly blood transfusions,” you replied with a slight shrug. “Besides, I figured I could always get a surrogate. But then, the world went to hell in a handbasket, and that was that.”
He swallowed hard and shook his head, “M’sorry, sweetheart.”
You ran your hand down his cheek and trailed your thumb along his chin, “I made my peace with it a long time ago.”
Your solemnity reminded him age was more than simply chronological. You’d grown, lived, and evolved in the before as well as the after. At 17, you probably hadn’t fully taken motherhood into consideration until you were robbed of the choice. As for him, fatherhood had been an unexpected joy cut far too short, and he couldn’t imagine the man he’d be if Sarah hadn’t been born. Yes, he still grieved for her loss, but Joel had you and Ellie now, and for the first time in over twenty years, he felt satisfied.
But in twenty years, could you – would you – say the same?
You rolled onto your side to face him and ran a fingertip over his furrowed brow, “You know, you should be relieved.”
He grasped your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, “Yeah? And why’s that?”
“Because you can come inside me instead of pulling out and praying.”
Joel paused. Inhaled sharply. Allowed your remark to sink in. When he looked up at you, your lips twitched, then, slowly spread into a cheeky grin that made his stomach flip. The wicked gleam in your eye suggested your gallows humor had the desired effect, and when he swatted you on the ass for it, you yelped and laughed uproariously.
“Think you’re real fuckin’ funny, don’t ya’?” he murmured as he put you on your back and kissed his way across your collarbone and down your sternum.
You smirked and raked your nails over his scalp, “I’m fuckin’ hilarious.”
Joel sank his teeth into your nipple, and when you hissed, he made a mock-contrite sound. You pinched his earlobe in retaliation, and that prompted him to roll his eyes up to meet your gaze, drag his tongue across your chest, and envelope your other nipple with his lips. Joel laved, nibbled, and sucked his way along your body until your spine bowed, and after he administered a tender kiss to the scar on your abdomen, he hitched your legs over his shoulders, and skimmed his hands and nose up your inner thigh.
“This mean we’re done talkin’?” you gasped.
“That’s up to you, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your sex. “You’re the one in charge.”
“Are you speaking to me or my pu – fuck, Joel!”
Face pressed tight against you, Joel alternated between suckling your clit and dipping his tongue inside you. When he languidly added his fingers to the mix, you writhed, and treated him to a delicious view of your belly, breasts, and throat when you arched beneath him. Hands fisted in the sheets and then, in his hair; he knew you were close when your thighs trembled against his ears, and you clenched vice-like around his index and middle fingers.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Joel crooned. “Come on my mouth.”
You did as commanded – soaked his tongue and beard, and he helped you though it until you’d gone boneless. The kisses he dropped on the path back up were smeared with your release, and after Joel rolled you onto your stomach, he tucked a pillow beneath your hips, and guided your leg up and to the side.
“M’gonna fuck you,” he murmured as he dug his teeth into your shoulder. “Just like this.”
You whimpered and braced your hand on the wall, “Do it. Do whatever you want, Joel.”
Of course, you encouraged him – offered yourself up like some sort of sensuous sacrifice. He thrust into you, all the way to the hilt, and you simply took it – pulled him in and allowed him to keep you pinned down and wide open beneath him. Joel grunted and growled with the effort, more than happy to put his back into it to ensure you were satisfied.
“S’tight. It’s like you don’t want me inside’a you,” Joel rasped against your shoulder.
You pushed back against him, “But I do. You know I do.”
Eyes rolled back, cheek smashed into the pillow, and swollen lips parted – you were a vision, and when he kissed you, it was so damn sloppy – comprised of little more than bared teeth, spit, and tongue, but it was good. Joel took you with deliberate, deep strokes, and it was perfect. You were perfect – so hot and wet around him, your plump ass a flawless cushion for his groin, and when he sought out your clit and rubbed it – firm and slow, just how he knew you liked it – you became utterly magnificent.
“More,” you begged sweetly, breathlessly. “Harder.”
He didn’t hesitate to wrangle your limbs into a position that allowed him to give you exactly what you asked for. One. Two. Three thrusts. You clamped down and he struggled to hold back and see you through it properly, and when you moaned in that rich, satisfied way that made his head buzz and his ego inflate?
He gritted his teeth. Hauled you up off your hands and knees. Pressed his back to your chest and cupped your breasts in his calloused hands. Joel held you tightly in place and used his cock like a piston until he finally, finally felt the heat of his impending release rush through him.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart,” he drawled against your temple. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”
You tipped your head back and dug your nails into his flank, “Good. Come inside me, Joel. I want you to.”
Your permission was all he’d needed. Joel’s body flooded with euphoric relief as he spilled into you and filled you to the brim. He held himself deep inside. Stayed until he softened and slipped out, and as you eased back down onto your stomach, his eyes were drawn to your inner thighs, coated in a mixture of his release and yours.
You made that sound again – the one that danced up his spine and made him shiver – and he smirked as he trailed his fingers though the mess he’d made. It was barbaric and hedonistic of him to think that his come was finally where it belonged – that he’d somehow claimed you as his with his cock and spend – and Joel’s chest swelled with something brutally possessive as he watched you slowly turn over and smile up at him.
He stretched out next to you. Pulled you close until you were tucked up beside him. As he held you in his arms, he realized you’d asked about his scars to better understand all he’d seen and been through. While his scars were visible, visceral reminders, yours were mostly secreted away, and the only reason Joel knew about them was because you’d shared that hidden part of yourself with him.
You trusted him.
“Can I make you something to eat?” you asked, lips pressed to his pec.
He nodded. Followed you with his eyes as you slipped out of bed and pushed your arms through the sleeves of his flannel. Breathed you in when you leaned over, kissed him, and told him you’d be right back.
Before you could leave, he sat up, and cupped the back of your neck in his hand.
“Food. Shower. Nap,” Joel listed between kisses. “Then, we’ll talk all you want.”
You quirked a brow, “Promise?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. I promise.”
Chapter 09: July
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God Bless The She Devil Who Made Joel Miller
Pairing: BFD!Joel x F!Reader
18+ only!!!
Summary: After a fight with your boyfriend, your best friend Sarah invites you to say with her at her childhood home with her dad.
CW: Joel be peekin, Joel is mean (but you like it). I’m choosing not to say anything else to not spoil anything so engage at your own risk.
AN: You can all thank @littlevenicebitch69 for this. She asked for being caught, but I am daddy and I know what she really wants 😉 thank you @mermaidgirl30 for being my forever beta xo
Graphics by @saradika-graphics
God bless the absolute angel who brought Sarah Miller into your life. She somehow convinced her dad to let you stay with them over spring break after your boyfriend locked you out of your shared apartment and then refused to answer the phone or let you in. Sweet, empathetic, and dependable Sarah was at your apartment minutes after you called her and didn’t have to say much to her dad to let him allow you to stay.
And God bless the absolute she devil who made Joel Miller and put him in close proximity with you. You have a boyfriend, maybe, you can’t be sure, but you do know you have it HARD for Joel Mother Fucking Miller. He’s exactly the type of man that would classify as a DILF, and you don’t even consider yourself into older men. But Joel isn’t older, he’s experienced and charming and every single thing he does seems to turn you on.
Sarah has been working a day shift at the local grocery store during the break and Joel is off running his contracting business. Joel Miller, sweaty and dirty and building things with his large calloused hands. Fuck, you try to shake that image from your brain because you certainly do not need another image of him to touch yourself too.
You have a job serving in the evenings so the house is quiet and all yours during the day. This afternoon the sun peeks through your curtains and wakes you. Sun dancing along the pale yellow walls of the spare bedroom. You pick up your phone and see that it’s clear and sunny, the perfect day to lay out by the pool that Joel said you could use, “make yourself at home, darlin’, any friend of Sarah is welcome anytime.”
You practically leap out of bed and into your ensuite bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready to lay out in the sun. You rush down the hall in the swimsuit Sarah lent you, a large blue and white striped pool towel tucked under your arm.
You love Sarah, but there’s no chance you’re wearing this ridiculous one piece swimsuit to tan, plus you’re alone so what’s the harm? Joel doesn’t get home until well after 5 pm most nights, Sarah usually around 3 or 4, and she’s seen you naked more than once. Plus the backyard is fairly private, most likely no one will see anything.
Fuck it, you think to yourself, slipping the red lycra straps off your shoulders and then shimmying the suit down your body. The sun immediately warms your skin and that boost of vitamin D already has you feeling lighter and happier. You spread the towel down on the chair and lay on your stomach, tying your hair on top of your head and then grabbing your phone.
You flip through Spotify before settling on the album Ten by Pearl Jam. As the first song floats across the backyard, you rest your cheek on your hands and let the fast paced grunge music wash away your thoughts of your boyfriend and what you’re going to do next week when you go back to school. All that matters now is the sun on your skin.
X•X•X•X•X•X•X
Joel was just about to start working on some paperwork for his next building when he heard movement in the hallway. You must be up for the day, he should probably let you know he’s working from home today, just in case. He wants you to be comfortable here, even if it’s killing him to see you wandering around his house in those small denim shorts you wear to work. Last night he was almost certain he could see your hard nipples peeking out from the fabric of your tight white t-shirt.
Absolutely not, Joel. He scolds himself.
He hears you pad down the hall and then the unmistakable swoosh of the sliding glass door to the backyard. He glances out the window in his office to see you slip the red swimsuit Sarah lent you off your body. His cock was already painfully hard behind his jeans.
She just turned 21. The Angel on his shoulder reminds the devil that’s tempting him from the other side.
His mouth waters as he looks at your body. Your tits are perky, pink little nipples hardening as the air hits them.
She's going through a hard time. The good side of his conscience seems to be losing but he finds an ounce of strength and looks away. He can’t be staring at you.
He tries to focus on this goddamn contract but even little deadline and “initial here” blend together and all he can see in the jumbled words of the page is that little strip of hair that leads to that bundle of nerves he so badly wants to suck on. When he looks up again you’re laying face down, round and perky ass facing his window and on display for him. She must not know he’s home, and now she’s going to think he’s a total fucking creep if he says something now.
She’s your daughter's best friend. No, she’s off limits. Beyond off limits. Get it together, Miller.
And then your music drifts through his cracked window. You’re listening to Pearl Jam. So now not only are you incredibly tempting but you also have the music of his teenage years blasting. He can’t resist anymore, glancing out of the window to see you still laying on your stomach and your plush ass bouncing along as you wiggle to Eddie Vedder singing about still being alive.
He’s not sure how it happens, his body seems to move without him knowing, and suddenly he’s standing at the window, staring down into the backyard at you. His muscular arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the large window frame.
He slows his breathing and focuses on you - every dip and curve, every freckle, every little bit of skin being absorbed by his heated gaze. Your legs are slightly parted, but not enough for him to be able to see your cunt, and fuck does he want to see it.
His palms tingle with the need to cup your ass, maybe spank you for being naked in the middle of the day. He has neighbors, they could see you right now. This is unacceptable and you should be punished.
Just as he’s about to head downstairs his cell phone rings loudly and you shoot up onto your elbows and look over your shoulder at him, eyes locking with his before a tiny smile crosses your face. Joel looks away quickly and grabs his cell, almost crushing the device in his grasp as he answers.
X•X•X•X•X•X•X
Joel Miller was fully lurking at your naked body, and while that should probably embarrass you, you need to get fucked. You need something, anything, to forget about that piece of shit boyfriend who locked you out and refuses to talk to you or let you get your stuff. Sarah told you when you first met that he had her when he was 19, so it’s not like he’s THAT much older than you. Plus it’s just fucking.
Yep, I’m going for it.
You gather the towel around your body loosely, hooking your swimsuit on your finger and twirling it happily as you head into the house, determined to confront him and then seduce him. When you head up the stairs he’s standing in the doorframe of his office, just across from the spare bedroom you’re occupying. He looks deliciously pissed, one arm propped above his head on the door frame, the other on his hip, knee popped out. Your pussy flutters at the thought of his large, angry body above yours.
The opening bars of Jeremy fill the silence between you two, almost daring the other to make the first move.
“Turn that off,” Joel snaps. “I’m working.”
“Didn’t look like you were working a few minutes ago,” you say back, matching his energy.
Joel’s eyes narrow, brows furrowing, but you can tell he’s fighting to keep his eyes on yours. You lick your lips, testing him, teasing him, pushing him to see if he’ll take the bait. The flick of his eyes to your lips happens so quickly you almost miss it.
You let out a scoff, “Ya, that’s what I thought.” You step towards him, so close that you can smell the coffee and sawdust on him. “Wanna take a break from all that work?” You say the word work teasingly, trying to entice him.
“Go to your room and put some clothes on. Don’t let me catch you naked in the backyard again,” He says deeply, then closes his office door in your face.
You smirk to yourself, dropping the towel at his door and wandering into your room leaving the door wide open. You hook your phone to the Bluetooth speaker as you lay on your bed completely naked. You hit the volume button and slip your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast, little circles.
“Daddy didn’t give no affection, no
And the boy was something that Mommy wouldn’t wear
King Jeremy the wicked
Oh, ruled his world”
Joel whips his office door open looking absolutely furious. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of you. Bare, wide open, and soaking wet. You don’t stop, don’t even bother to look his way, as you dip your fingers into your pussy and cry out his name. Joel steps into your room and hits the power button on your speaker. The only sounds that film the room are your moans and the squelching of your arousal as your fingers slip in and out of your pussy.
“What the fuck did I just say, little girl?” Joel says darkly.
You open your eyes to look at him and the expression on his face sends your heart into your stomach. You’ve always been a little bit of a brat, getting in trouble lots growing up. Truthfully, you like the rush of it, the adrenaline of the unknown. But Joel looks dangerous, eyes blown out with rage and lust, hands clamped into fists at his sides, a slight blush pinks his cheeks, lips in a tight line.
You sit up, crossing your legs and covering yourself with a pillow as you turn towards him. You’re suddenly not feeling so confident, you may have pushed the wrong man.
“Y-you said outside,” you start, your voice wavering. “I’m inside.”
Joel moves so quickly that you don’t even have time to register what’s happening as the pillow is ripped from your grip and disposed of on the floor in front of you. You’re bare and exposed to him again.
“Spread your legs,” he says hungrily, voice a raspy whisper.
He watches your throat as you swallow hard, leaning back on your elbows and planting your feet on the edge of the bed. You look at him tentatively, jumping and letting out a little squeal when he barks, “I said spread your fucking legs.”
You relax, letting your knees fall open. His breathing is rapid, a growling moan leaving his parted lips. He takes one step, his knees hitting the edge of the bed.
“Joel -” you start.
“Shut up. You knew what you were doing, you wanted this. Didn’t you?”
“Y-Yes, but…” his hand slaps the inside of your thigh and your knees slam together as you cry out.
“Spread. Your fucking. Legs,” he repeats in a slow and deep command.
“That hurt!” You say back, squeezing your knees together tighter. It feels like he set fire to your thigh and you can already see the red handprint forming.
“If you’re gonna act like a little brat, I’m going to treat you like one. Now spread your legs so I can hit the other one.” He raises an eyebrow at you cockily. “If you keep them open, I might reward you.” You’ve bit off more than you can chew with Joel Miller.
You take in a calming breath through your nose, relaxing your knees as you exhale slowly. Joel can see the milky, sticky strings of your arousal as your pussy lips spread open for him. He has to swallow the excess saliva that pools in his cheeks at the sight. He wants to taste you so fucking badly.
“I think you liked it,” he taunts. “You’re makin’ a mess, you like being slapped around, don’t you? Treated like a little whore.”
Before you can respond he lays a hard smack on your other thigh. Your hips involuntarily buck upwards, your head falling back and a moaning, whimpering cry you don’t recognize as your own leaves your lips. You focus on your knees, fighting against your body’s instincts, keeping them pushed into the mattress.
“That’s what I thought,” he says as he kneels in front of you and yanks your ass to the edge of the bed. “Think you should get a reward now?”
“Y-yes, please, Joel. Please!” You have never had to beg for sex before, boys your age are usually fired up and ready to go, but men of Joel’s age know sex is so much more than just penetration - it’s a game, a tease.
He bites down on your thigh, “Please. Please, Joel!”
“You smell so fucking good,” he says as his hooked nose trails down your little line of pubic hair. You squirm under him as your clit twitches, aching for his attention. “And so goddamn wet. My little whore, aren’t ya?” His warm breath hits your needy clit and you flop down onto the bed, whining in need.
“Please -” but your words are cut off by the front door opening and Sarah’s voice calls through the house.
“Everyone can celebrate, I’m home now!!!” She yells jokingly.
“Fuck!” Joel huffs under his breath and bolts for his office, kicks your towel and swimsuit into your room, you follow and click your door shut quietly.
“Hello?” Sarah calls, heading up the stairs.
“Just getting dressed,” you call through your closed door. “I think your dad is in a meeting.”
“Put on your swimsuit, it’s gorgeous outside!”
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