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joelsmochi · 2 months

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every man gets his wish - joel miller

rating: E 18+ pairing: neighbor!joel x f!pornstar!reader summary: joel discovers his next door neighbor makes porn in her spare time. once she's confronted, she finds out that he has an interest in helping create content ;) warnings: not proofread, no physical descriptions other than reader having an unidentified tattoo on her thigh and nice peach, unspecified age gap (ur choice pookie), [m] masturbation, objectively joel is a bit of a perv, some awkward dialogue, literal porn. literally, degradation (they get a lil rough), f + m oral, smacking/spanking, daddy kink (slight ddlg vibes too), pet names and plenty of dirty talk YUM wc: 3.2k a/n: happy valentine's day smut sluts :D!

He almost couldn’t believe his eyes, but he’d recognize that tattoo anywhere; his gaze followed the tattoo on the back of your thigh as you rode your cute little excuse for a toy.

Your soft moans and breaths echoing through the speakers on his laptop made his legs tremble against the old desk chair in his room while he fucked his fist.

He didn’t even think twice about the video he clicked on. He just knew he was horny and in need of quick release, so he typed his favorite keywords into Pornhub’s search engine and clicked the sixth video that only showed your ass. He realized he never noticed how juicy it was, and the oil or lotion or lube or whatever you fucking used to make it so goddamn shiny only emphasized how perfect it was.

Staring at the screen, he grasped the armrest in one hand and cock in the other, watching your puffy pussy cream all over the dildo. He matched the strokes of his hand with the rhythm of you bouncing. Slowing down, speeding up, only fucking the tip or grinding—he reenacted every movement of yours as best he could.

Even waiting until you were shaking and shouting the words, “I’m cumming—fuck yes! Just like that baby,” before cumming with you.

He watched the last few minutes of the video, watching you slap the dildo on your creamy cunt and play with it a little more along with standing up off of your bed and jiggling your ass in your hands. You giggled softly watching yourself. Then, much to his surprise, you sat down in front of the camera and smiled.

He wasn’t expecting you to reveal your face, so when the video ended he looked out of his bedroom window into yours. You were lying on the bed reading a book in the very spot where you recorded that filthy video.

You weren’t trying to tease him, he knew that, but it certainly felt that way.

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Joel had successfully managed to evade you for a week feigning work has been keeping him too tired for company. He found himself a touch jealous that the world had seen you naked before him despite your relationship being completely platonic.

You owed him nothing, not even an explanation, but he still felt weirdly possessive over you. He had a slight crush on you when you first moved in, but you were so much younger than he was, and in his eyes you'd want nothing to do with such an old man like himself. Not to mention the 'crush' was mostly just a lingering desperation to fuck you.

The discovery led him to do a deep dive into your profile on the website. There he discovered what seemed like a plethora of your content along with your affinity for degradation whether it was to yourself or towards others.

However he felt like he could finally breathe when he saw it was all solo content. You didn't even seem to entertain the idea of fucking someone else and uploading it. He even felt a sliver of hope that he could be your first real fuck on camera, but if he already struggled with confronting his own feelings towards you then how could he ever open up the opportunity to doing a video with you?

Joel was finally over avoiding you. He was ready to admit his discovery to you and go from there. He just prayed you wouldn't freak out.

"Hi, Joel!" You greeted after opening your front door. "What's been goin' on cowboy, I've been a little lonely on this side of town."

He followed your actions and sat on your sofa; as instant as a heartbeat you noticed he was off. Nervous? Worry? Anger? You struggled to read him.

"Somethin' the matter?"

He pulled himself out of his daze and looked at you, mouth hanging open like he couldn't manage the words. They just sort of... Spilled out.

"I found your porn on PornHub the other day and I don't care that you sell porn. I really don't. You're a grown woman and it's your body and you can do whatever you want. I just felt wrong not tellin' you."

Poor Joel.

You wanted to laugh at him, tell him there was no guilt in finding it or even watching it (because let's face it, you know he did).

"Okay," you said.

"Okay..."

"...Did you like it?" You asked after feeling a little uneasy with the silence.

"Hell yeah," he responded without hesitation making you giggle.

"Really?" You tittered, "I feel like it gets old."

This was his golden opportunity. At the very least he could pass what he was about to say off as a joke.

"I could always help with that," he chuckled.

You were clearly taken aback by his statement but still smiling. "I'm don't like sharing my money, Joel," you scoffed.

"So don't pay me," he said just as he leaned in a little closer. "Just fuck me."

You couldn't fight the blush that rose to your cheeks and he cockily took notice of it.

"Are you fucking with me?" You bashfully asked.

This made him lean in closer, close enough for you to smell him, close enough to feel his breath cascading over your collarbones, close enough to know that the dark look in his eyes wasn't mischief. It was desire.

His hands cupped your jaw so that he could bring your nose to his. You felt beautifully trapped between his hands, gaze, and aura. Suddenly you were filled with the desire to let him take you in any way he wanted to imagine.

"You know what my favorite video is?" He whispered, breath hitting your lips. "You were on your side, getting ready to cum, and you kept saying I belong to you until you were screaming. Damn near crying. Your little fucktoy was soaked. You had cum everywhere. But the best part was when you did start to cum. You couldn't even look away from yourself, you looked too damn good and you fucking knew it."

"I'd look even better with you inside of me," you told him.

He sharply inhaled before placing his needy lips onto yours, pressing his face in as much as he could.

You moaned into his open mouth, reaching for his tongue with your own. His hands roamed down your body until they reached your hips; showing off his strength, he lifted you into his lap and stood up not wanting to waste another second.

He tried to be careful on the stairs but his eagarity caused him to misstep and almost drop you; he left no room for embarrassment and quickly returned to running up with you giggling at the mishap.

Joel placed you on the bed standing with his jean-covered erection eye level with you. "Where's your camera?"

"Really wanna record it, hmm?" You said softly, running your hand along his hard length and motioning your head to the dresser behind him.

He grabbed it, muttering, "Wanna show everyone you're mine now," whilst turning the camera on.

You cocked an eyebrow up as if to say oh really. "Is that so? I'm all yours now?"

Smiling, he pointed the now recording camera at you. He cupped your chin and dragged a finger over the bright smile you wore. "You're all mine now, darlin'."

You giggled coyly then kissed his clad erection slowly with eyes that remained on the lens.

"Quit teasin'," he demanded with a playful lilt.

You hummed and fake pouted, pulling your face away to toggle his jeans. "There are nicer ways to ask," you teased.

"I'm not askin'."

"Oh? My apologies, daddy."

Your hand began pumping his thick cock when you said that, making his cock jerk hard within your tight grip.

"Daddy, huh?" He entertained; you seductively nodded. "S'pretty right here..."

"Where I belong," you hummed.

Then, you lined your tongue up with the base of his cock, just barely teasing his balls, and licked a stripe up his girthy shaft before twirling your tongue around his red hot tip. You carefully watched as his face contorted, ensuring it was with pleasure and looking for any sensitive spots he may have.

He seemed to favor your tongue on his cockhead so that's what you prioritized for a minute. You tongue kissed it as if it were his mouth. Licking and sucking and pulling it into your mouth feverishly.

His cock tasted manly and the length was just as impressive as him. You finally pulled more of him into your mouth allowing him the privilege of feeling your gummy cheeks swell and close around his dick.

A strained groan left his throat and his head fell back in pleasure. You pushed some of him into your throat to gag, earning more spit to pump the rest of his length with.

Joel was enamoured to say the least. Your wide eyes locked with his letting him know you loved sucking his cock as much as he did. Spit hung from your chin prompting him to reangle the camera to get the side view of everything.

He placed a hand on the back of your head and gently fucked your throat. You moaned, grabbing his ass and pulling him in for more pain, more suffocation.

Your throat gagged over and over again, imitating the feeling of your swallowing his dick. You loved how he shamelessly moaned, filling your ears with the sexy sounds of his calloused whimpers and content praises.

"Such a good girl, sucking daddy's cock like that," he groaned. "You like the taste, don't you? Such a good little slut." He smacked your jaw as encouragement to keep doing whatever magic you were fucking performing.

Once your throat began to get sore you pulled your mouth off of him, still opting to use your hands as he laid you down and rested on top of you, giving you the sloppiest kiss you'd ever received and assisting you with undressing.

He tasted his cock on your lips and chin and slurped up whatever precum and spit you had leftover. It felt nasty and passionate, with subtle moans spilling from both of you, and Joel couldn't get enough of it.

"Sit on my face," he breathed.

"Sit on your face?"

"Mmhm."

You set the camera up on the dresser looking at the screen to ensure it would capture everything before complying with his wish. He let out a muffled moan as soon as your wet pussy came in contact with his wet mouth.

On the camera, everything could be seen: your cunt glistened effortlessly and his tongue lapped up whatever your body poured for him. His scruff tickling your freshly shaved skin made you giggle and moan, little noises everywhere that sung like a melody in his ears.

Your clit tingled with a pressure that encouraged you to started riding his face. In response Joel's calloused hands came up to grip your ass and assisted your movements.

He squeezed one cheek almost too hard before spanking it a few times, your flesh easily bruising red and stinging deliciously.

"Joel, your mouth... Perfect," you blabbered. You were filled with bliss: your eyes were closed, fingers twirling playfully in his messy hair.

God, he licked you so fucking good. So messy but that's what made it effortlessly perfect.

"I—oh my God. Fuck! I love your fucking mouth," you moaned loudly.

"Mhm?"

You shuddered at the vibrations, hips stuttering into his licks and sucks even deeper.

"Yes, Joel!" You cried, "Fuck you're gonna make me cum... You're gonna make me cum!"

He spanked your ass even more at this, making both cheeks turn a bashful color and jiggle against his jawline.

With trembling thighs you managed all of your strength to hump him harder and faster. Doing whatever you fucking could to reach your climax.

"Yesyesyesyesyesyes!" You happily cheered as your juices began to relentlessly pour out of your squelching cunt and down his chin.

A satisfied smile rose to your face as your clit throbbed through the orgasm Joel had just given you. You slowed down on your own time allowing him to savor every last drop he'd be tasting for now.

You carefully removed your weight from his face, feeling more out of breath than ever. Meanwhile Joel sat up and swiped up some of your come with his thumb just before forcing it into your mouth and using his other hand to pinch out some that managed to get inside of his nose.

You were a tad embarrassed by his action but his subtle grin let you know that there was nothing more sexy than getting you so wet that it literally almost suffocated him.

Your mouth latched into him, cherishing the scruff surrounding his face. He went to lay on top of you again, your head now hanging off of the foot of the bed; he held your legs to your chest and slid into you easily making you whine at the slight burn that came with being stretched out.

With furrowed brows and an agape mouth, he incandescently moaned into the thick air while his thick thumb found your sensitive clit. You flinched and exhaled harmoniously at the combination of pleasure, enriched in the ecstasy he gave.

"You're so fuckin' tight, babydoll. Agh—almost can't take it," he taunted. "M'gonna have to ruin ya."

He gently released the grip of your legs and put his weight onto you. His arms slithered beneath you, wrapping around you in a way that made you feel safe. Then he kissed you, much more softly than before and rolled his hips back and forth. Your slick walls gripped him, trying to suck him in deeper.

His lips pulled off of you with a pop and he licked a thick line from your clavicle to behind your ear as if he magically knew it was your sweet spot.

You giggled and shivered at the ticklish feeling, enduring it until it started to feel more sensual. He felt you relax within his touch and took it as opportunity to nibble the spot, biting it just enough to hurt a little bit.

Between his movements and your sweaty bodies sticking together you felt almost useless; you were used to doing the work, giving instead of taking. But it felt too good to stop now.

When you clawed at his back he pushed himself up and started slamming into you. You gasped, digging your nails into his arms.

"Love those pretty little sounds you're makin' f'me," he hummed, pushing his hand into your exposed neck and gripping it. "You like that? Hm? Ohh, you fucking love it. Look it at you."

You raised a hand and smacked his cheek lightly—your way of saying fuck you considering his grasp of you. He reciprocated, landing a firm smack to your face and earning a smile in return.

"Fuckin' brat needs to be put in her place—"

You shook your head attempting to hum out a no.

The hand he had around your neck reached up to squish your cheeks so that he could come eye to eye with you. "God, fuck. I can't even punish you when you look at me with those pretty eyes," he said defeatedly. "Look at you, babydoll. You're so fuckin' tight. Best fuckin' pussy ever. So wet, just f'me."

"All yours, Joel. I'm all yours."

"Yeah?" He cooed. "You're all mine?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Cum for me, baby. Yeah, cum on my cock," he pleaded, "get it nice and wet for me darlin', need you to cum for me."

Between his scruff voice and brutal thrusts you found yourself falling into another orgasm, everything around you ceased to exist.

The world went quiet aside from Joel's encouragements and praises; you could feel the blood pumping throughout your body, your heart punching against your chest, and your body molding to the twists and curves of Joel's body.

As you squeezed and scratched and begged him for more more more you felt the tension between your legs dissolve passionately into a sear so strong you felt it warm and burning the flesh along your belly.

Joel watched your chest rise and fall with your tits bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts. He rode you out until the very end of your high before picking you up and sitting on the edge of the bed with you straddling him.

Feeling even more horny and turned on than before you wasted no time and began bouncing on his painfully hard dick.

He was fighting his climax, needing to feel you wrapped around him as long as he could take.

"You feel so fucking good, daddy," you whined, "want your cum."

"You want me to cum inside you babydoll?" He pouted.

"Yes Joel. Want you to fill me up..."

"Gonna ruin that pretty pussy," he grunted, "gonna make you mine. This pussy belongs to me now, doesn't it?"

He listened to you whimper and weep and whine, coaxing you through it all while offering a few pops to your ass and thighs for encouragement.

You watched him lay down, arms folded behind his head to enjoy the little show you were putting on for him. Hair bouncing and flaying everywhere while you rode him with a bobbling head—the view from where he was looked pretty fucking perfect.

Your movements halted and you managed to turn around on his cock while keeping it inside; hearing a strained gurgly moan come from him as a result, you mercilessly began riding him again giving him the best view of your ass as it clapped against the peak of his belly.

"Good fuckin' slut," he slapped your tatted thigh and watched intently for a moment or two. "Good girl, mhmm. Doin' such a perfect job on daddy's cock."

Joel then sat up and reached for your clit, rubbing the sweetest little circles on it and using his free hand to turn your face to kiss him.

Reverse cowgirl had always been him favorite position, but he can't remember a time or even a moment where it felt this fucking good.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby," he whispered with his forehead leaning against yours. "Gonna make me fuckin' cum. Tha' what you want, baby? Want your daddy to fill this fuckin' pussy up?"

He gave your clit a mean smack but it only made you go faster.

"Need you to cum! Fucking—ohh! Cum for me, please daddy. Want you to f-fill me up!"

Joel began thrusting to meet you halfway, and his eyes stayed locked with yours as he muttered a string of profanities.

"Oh shit. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck. Fuck yes!"

He painted your pussy with his hot, sticky ropes of cum, moaning your name over and over with fluttering eyes and a tight grip on your hips. He thrusted a few more times before pulling out and meeting you with a few more soft kisses as a thank you.

You felt his cum slowly pouring out of your swollen cunt, trailing down his softening cock and on the sheets. You two stayed like that for a while, savoring the moment and taking your time.

A while later while he was cleaning up between your legs he said, "You better upload that video."

"You weren't joking?" You scoffed, wearing a smile.

"I wasn't joking," he said contently.

That night once he had fallen asleep in your bed, you decided to upload the full video uncut with the perfect title...

My DILF Neighbor Comes Over For A Creampie ♡

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lunarroxi · 2 months

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she’s so fine

#tlou hbo #dina tlou #tlou part 2 #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 #tlou game #joel tlou #ellie the last of us #the last of us #tlou #tlou art #abby tlou #tlou fanart #ellie tlou #tlou fandom #ellie x dina #dina the last of us #the last of us part 2 #the last of us fanart

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joanapplesstuff · 3 months

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awwww 😊❤️

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buckyysdoll · 4 months

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— touchy, softly possessive joel — pre!outbreak headcanons;

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જ⁀➴ pictures are of no relation to size/race/age or anything else! if u like this it’s v similar to my post about being married to pre-outbreak joel miller! <3 cw: nothing really! implied sexual tension, that’s it <33 i want him so bad i’m biting my phone

❧ — is always, always wanting to touch you whenever you’ll let him (which is, obviously, always)

❧ — as in, just any skin to skin contact between you is what grounds him. keeps him steady, and strong.

❧ — a hand on the small of your back as you’re navigating crowds, or as he’s holding a door open for you to pass through.

❧ — holding hands as often as you can, even if it’s linked fingers, or just pinkies. any contact.

❧ — playing with each other’s hands almost unconsciously, too; he does it when you’re out with friends and sat beside one another. he’ll tap your fingers and intermittently bring the back of your hand to his mouth for a soft, quick kiss.

❧ — you also hold hands walking and joel does the thumb rub thing :’)

❧ — we’ve already established that joel is a soft, attentive lover and that’s no different outside the bedroom ;’)

❧ — pulls your feet into his lap when you flop down onto the couch beside him. will stroke and massage them to soothe as you tell him all about your hard day, and you’ll groan at the feeling cos god, does this man love you. joel miller loves you.

❧ — pulls you into a slow dance in the kitchen every opportunity he can get. he’d give up his life just to hear your startled laughter each time he sweeps your hand up, leads your feet

❧ — joel always puts his arm along the back of your table booth when dining out with friends — so softly possessive 😵‍💫 it’s his way of showing who you’re out with without staking claim in a more obvious way

❧ — although he’s definitely prepared for that, too. part two on jealous joel incoming soonnnn! ;)

❧ — in any case, he’ll settle for a hand on your thigh beneath the table, thumb brushing the inside seam of your jeans in steady strokes, back and forth. he knows how this gets you, and deliberately won’t look in your direction. you can see his smirk, though 😵‍💫

❧ — joel does the same while driving and it often leads to rather unsavoury roadside acts 🫣

❧ — also just kisses your hand with his eyes on the road — above your interlocked fingers. so too will he move those same joined hands to the gearstick without having to separate for a second. cos this is hot

❧ — kisses you on the lips every morning before work. will not leave without it, literally ever

❧ — if for any reason he couldn’t (like before you lived together) it would literally set the precedent for the whole rest of his day :(

❧ — when you’re pregnant, he does the same but kneels and kisses your stomach first, then your forehead or lips

❧ — always wants to hold you when you’re sleeping too, like every night without fail. he also never wants to let you leave in the morning and will groan like a baby, but you love it.

❧ — his arm is literally like a vice around your waist, warm and heavy and it’s the safest place in the whole entire world, to your eyes.

❧ — quick gestures of affection all the time. physical touch as his main love language ! forehead and temple kisses, kisses to the crown of your head, the inside of your wrists

❧ — joel inhales the scent of your hair all the time !! it’s his comfort just to drown in your nearness. he wraps his arms tight around you from behind, with his face in your neck and his stubble all scratchy :’)

❧ — holds your waist, has his hands on your hips as he gently moves behind you, as he tries to get past 🫠

❧ — is always mindful of making sure that you want to be touched before he does, though. that man can read you like a book, and knows all your tells; knows the silent language your body speaks

❧ — he’ll lay on the couch and just open his arms for you to come into after a long day; and again — it’s genuinely the safest place on earth, in his arms, in his scent.

❧ — maybe more will come later !??? -> more along the lines of insecure (jealous 🤭) joel xox

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phoskitty · 1 year

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old man adopting feral child trope never dissapoints

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missdaytonawrites · 9 months

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want you back • a. anderson

summary - you agree to a lowkey, fuck-buddy type of arrangement with your ex after you split. until abby just can't seem to keep it exactly "lowkey" anymore.

WC - 2.4k

cw/tw - 18+ MDNI (as always.) explicit content/smut below the cut, cheating, talk of breakups, abby's a dick for just a little bit, talk of drinking, possible ellie slander?!?! light violence, mentions of injury/blood, some hurt/comfort kinda, heavy petting, teasing, ?? strap worship ?? vaginal fingering (r! receiving) use of "little girl" as nickname, talk of strap-ons/strap on usage, serious teasing, spit play, grotesque descriptions of abby's strap, little bit of rough/meanie abby, squirting, overstim, orgasm control, mating press oooo ✨, possesive abs, im sure there is way more wowie.

AN - hooooly cow. hi there, hello wow. first and foremost; this filth was 120% inspired by @shelbita111's request and is 130% for my babe!!! she sent such an amazing idea and i defintely ran with it lol, i hope you love this! sorry i got a lil' carried away!

"i'll take the fall and the fault in us. i'll give you all the love i never gave before i left you."

four months, roughly one-hundred and twenty-one fucking days. you had just finally started to feel clean, your system had been undoubtedly flushed of abigail fucking anderson. you had been sooo, so strong. your friends had implored you for stickin’ to your guns and letting her go.

..or so they thought.

all 121 days of those four months you had been unapologetically fucking abby behind everyones back, and it was good. good for you, abby could fuck and you happily accepted everything she gave you.

for abby? this was torture, pure torment being enflicted upon her at your disposal. in a way, she only had herself to blame. four months prior to whatever you could call your current arrangement, you had caught a very drunk abby with her hands (and mouth) all over some name-less broad at her birthday party. instead of causing a scene that night, you quietly left and sent abby a text making her aware of your new relationship status.

she let you be for a couple days or so, letting you be the one to decide if it was really over or not. when she hadn’t heard from you by then, guilt crept right up on her, took a couple swings… and won. so she took it upon herself to show up unannounced at your place with some vodka and blue gatorade. she was gonna end this problem the way she started it.

but when the door opened and you saw her.. you thought she was insane and gave her a 6 minute speech before you even let her over the threshold.

once she was in.. after a slightly pointless conversation and lots of apologies from her, you proposed to keep it on the down-low. you would agree to keep seeing her but no feelings attached, and on your own terms.

much to her dismay, abby agreed.

which meant when rare situations like this happened, she had to keep her lips fuckin’ sealed. it was not something she could describe as “easy.” in her eyes, you two never broke-up. you’re still hers, but she knows it isn't the truth.

so here she had to sit, fourth months of hooking-up and suppressed feeling later, while you danced all over some thin, auburn-haired girl. you both looked sweaty, and when the girls hands found your hips to shift you so you were facing her? abby almost lunged at the pair of you.

someone could bump into you two and your lips would meet, abby could feel the liquor she had been drinking start to swirl in her stomach. taking a large swallow and stepping forward, she didn't even notice her hands coming between you and the girl until she was the one facing you.

she eyed you and panted angrily, and if you didn't know your abby you maybe would have been scared. the girl you had been dancing with grabbed and tried to push abby away and you couldn't stop her before abby had pushed the girl to the ground.

abby raised her fist to throw a punch and she almost did.. but your hand reached to wrap around her bicep and she turned to face you, when your eyes met hers all she could do was scoop you up and out of the commotion. even if she had been at fault once again.

she hurried the two of you back to her place, and she swore she could feel the anger radiating off of you. when the two of you arrived, abby started pacing and trying to think of what she could say.. she didn't have long to think however before your lips were on hers.

abby kissed you back with fervor, she was scared it would be the last one. she couldn’t understand why you were kissing her. you pulled away from the kiss in attempts at talking with her but you noticed two long, bloody streaks on her arm. the brunette must have scratched her amidst the chaos.

you gasped and abby looked down, noticing the injury herself. “shit.” she said and turned away from you, almost walking away to handle it herself before you stop her. “abby. don’t play tough now and just let me help you..?” she turned back to you and followed you into the kitchen.

you made her sit at the dining room table while you fetched the first aid kit, returning with sympathy in your eyes.

as you clean her up, you offer her an explanation. “i shouldn’t have been so touchy with her ab, m’sorry you got hurt.” you finish dressing her wounds and she looks at you. it’s almost as if she's begging, “can we not do this anymore? please?”

you try to question her but you just simply can’t before she’s the one kissing you this time. tangling her hands in your hair and leaning into you. you can’t recall a time she’s ever kissed you like this, her hands fall from your hair to slide down into the back pockets of your denim skirt and she rolls her hips into yours. she’s impossibly close and she doesn’t make any effort to distance herself.

your hands go from loosely hanging around her neck to tapping, then banging on her chest as you try to get her off. she pulls away only to grumble out “i want you-” then you interject and stumble back slightly, hands never leaving her chest. “you have me, abs…” and then she’s moving closer, she finishes her thought and closes the distance between you two. “-back. i want you back.” then she's just as close as before and her lips are all over you again.

but it's so much more than a kiss this time, its teeth-clashing, lip biting, hands everywhere as she stumbles you both towards her bedroom. you feel as though this is getting far too good for you to interject anymore, so you just lazily follow abby until the back of your knees hit her mattress and you fall back onto it. abby immediately follows suit and climbs on top of you, rolling her hips into yours once again and this time you can feel that she's wearing her harness and strap. something she rarely does in public, it now becomes obvious that abby had some previous plans in mind for you before things took an unexpected turn. you gasp against her lips and your hands travel down to squeeze her through her sweats. she chuckles and removes your hands, then stands up and backs away from you.

abby snaps at you and her eyes gaze down at the floor and then back up into yours, she lets out a low growl. salivating as you drop to your knees in front of her, and then bury your face into her crotch. kissing her clothed strap. you look up at her and push some drool past your lips to fall to your tits, sticking your tongue out as it dribbles down.

abby sucks a sharp breath in and pulls her sweats and boxers down in one swift motion, letting her strap come out to bob up into your face. it’s crystal clear and painfully large, the same one she’s always used on you. roughly eight inches with a thick vein running the underside, the tip is prominent and bulbous. abby loved watching you pull off of her with a pop when she let you gag all over her.

your tongue instinctively swipes out to lick a long stripe up her cock but she doesn't let you get too far, because she’s pulling you up by your hair in no time. getting you to your feet, abby tugs at your tank top to snag and lift it off your body and she almost cums all over her harness right then and there at the sight of your tits. she pushes you back to the bed once again where you lay as she shimmies out of her bottoms and saunters over to you, eyeing you like prey.

she gets to you and tries, she really does give an honest try and nicely pulling your skirt down.. but to no avail, you’re far too squirmy and abby thinks out loud when she says “fuck it, i’m not being soft tonight.” before ripping your little skirt in two. you gasp at the sudden feeling of exposure and it's here when she can now see that you must’ve opted out of panties tonight. abby quite literally froths at the mouth when she sees your bare core, spread and ready for her.

“s’better than a goddamned playboy..” she sighs and her fingers find your little swollen clit with a quickness. your mouth falls open in a lost moan and abby does the same thing, at the same time. she’s got this false aura of sympathy about her, shes fucking mocking you. you’re far too gone by now to even care, you honestly expect it out of her.

her middle and ring finger move down from your clit and into a “V” shape, separating your lips and then she pushes the same two fingers inside your weepy little hole. going knuckle deep and then pulling them out halfway, twisting them ever so slightly to the right, and then doing it all over again. she continues on like this for a moment before she gives you two steady pumps in and out, then pushes knuckle deep in you once again. she holds her fingers there and her lips come to yours again, barely ghosting your mouth, abby says in a hushed whisper “tell me you’re mine.”

you look at her the best you can, and bite your lip. “i, i’m yours..” you whisper. that makes her give you a little peck, with her fingers still buried inside you, not having moved a single centimeter, she raises her voice a little, “say it again, louder.”

you squeak and try to ration with her. “abby, please, mo-” she kisses you again as if to shut you up and repeats herself. “i said louder, little girl.”

you gulp and at least think that you raise your pitch when you say “yours! im you-” but apparently you must not have because there she is again, almost yelling, cutting you off to say “louder.” once again. so you practically scream this time when you give her a whiny “yooours, im so yours abby.” panting once you finish, abby slowly curls her fingers and you can feel the tears about to roll over.

“louder.” you hear from somewhere in the room, and so you do, you fucking need this. 100% screaming this time, “fuck! yours! i am yours abs!! you and only you get to have me like this, hnnng, abby puh-lease!” abby pulls her fingers out and shoves them in your mouth to quiet your whines. laughing when you choke around her thick digits, you cough as she pulls them out and wipes them off on your cheek. like you’re her little towel.

abby then lets her fingers drop back down to circle your clit, kissing you hard again and trying her best to not have it turn into a makeout. so she pulls away just for a half of a second and looks down while she catches her breath, she almost forgot her harness had been patiently hanging from her hips. so while abby's fingers are still toying with your clit, she presses her nose into your neck, takes a deep inhale and says “need to fuck you, right now little girl.”

there it was again, the nickname abby had affectionately titled you with when you two had first met. “little girrrl..” you hear and you’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel her begin to press into you, she quite literally impales you on her strap. giving you slow, deep strokes as she works herself all the way in. “snug little thing, huh?” she mutters as she bottoms out, but you can’t be bothered to react or respond. you are all-encompassed by the pleasure that was swallowing you whole.

you gulp because, holy shit, she’s just started to fuck you and you’re already teetering on that edge. this has never happened to you before, so you muster all the courage you have, and in hopes that she’ll maybe be nice.. you let a little “m’gonna cum already.” and of course she hears. however, whatever god you may have been praying to in that moment must’ve heard whatever prayer you said in your head because all abby does is bring your legs up and together, then pushes you into a mating press. groaning a low “oh, no you’re not…” out with her movements.

she keeps fucking you, harder actually, your ankles are up by your ears and she keeps you there. grinding her strap into you, chasing after her own release. you raise your hands to claw and squeeze at her hips, trying to stop her.

“no, really ab- huuuhhh..” you garble out while her pace never once falters, “abby fuck…” you hiss and this knot ties and unties in the lowest pits of your belly unlike ever before. its feels like your going to pee and your legs spasm like you’re seizing. “really, what?” she snarls, and then snickers at you, “what is it, little girl?” you wince and she spits down onto your face, letting the glob of saliva roll off your nose a little before bringing one of her hands to your face to rub her spit all around it. you’re sure it's quite the sight to behold.

there you lay, sweaty and now covered in abby’s spit. limbs weak and legs falling asleep under abby’s grip, you try only once more to warn her of what's to come before it’s just happening. “abby please, please abs.. i’m cum- gonna, i’m going to- hhaaaa…” then your orgasm is jumping out of you like a little fountain. completely soaking the lower half of abby’s top, a bit of your stomach and the sheets beneath you two. abby gasps as she watches it all happen, her gasp turns into a full blown laugh and as she fucks you even harder she says, “this pussy’s too fuckin’ good to me.”

shaking her head at you, you ride out your high as best as you can before you begin to fade out of consciousness, you look up at abby with hearts in your vision and manage to get a “so pretty abby..” said before you're completely out.

when you come to, abby’s lying next to you while she catches her breath. harness still wrapped around her hips, she looks over at you and winks. “remember what you said about being mine, little girl. you don’t just let me fuck you like that and expect me to keep it casual anymore, do ya’?”

hope everyone likes this!! still working on that surprise i've been droppin' hints about, maybe i'll start talking about it more, idk. all i know is i'm going to a paramore concert this sat. and i've been working on this for DAYSSS and i couldn't sleep tonight if i didn't get this the fuck done!!!! so! yaaay! snaps for novaaa!

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Leave a Light On

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x F!Reader Summary: A single light flickered throughout the empty room, casting your shadow against the wall. Joel's raspy voice, filled with sadness, whispered a final goodbye.

Words: 6.5k Rating: E (Explicit, 18+ Only MDNI) Content Warning: Jackson time, Establish relationship, No age is mentioned, May contain spoilers to TLOU Part II, Dark/Sensitive topics, does have an happy ending, angst, fluff, Implied MC death, golfing, torture, gun violence, knife violence, graphic descriptions, horseback riding, first aid, explicit language, explicit violence, Typical canon violence, grief/loss, depression, dark thoughts, suicide attempt, smut at the end, fingering, oral F!receiving, P in V, unprotected sex, creampie, cuddling (+ If I forgot any, let me know)

“Baby?” Joel cried as he clutched your lifeless form against his chest. His body swayed back and forth, stroking your blood-stained hair. “Stay with me, baby. Please, stay with me.”

His winter coat was soaked in red while he held you. The bitter cold seeped into his bones as he remained unbothered. His face streaked with tears, clinging to any hope you would awaken and return to him.

JACKSON || A FEW HOURS AGO

The sun began to set on the horizon. Vibrant hues of oranges and pink scattered across the sky. A wicker basket sat next to you, filled with freshly picked vegetables. You took a deep breath, savoring the earthy scent in the greenhouse. You glance out the window as a shadow passes by. As the figure moved away from the greenhouse, you let out the breath you were holding.

The lights flickered on as you eagerly awaited for Joel to arrive. Seconds turned to minutes, and you wondered where he could be. Julie, the other worker in the greenhouse, noticed your uneasiness. She stood up and placed her hand on your shoulder in an attempt to console you.

“Hey, I’m sure he’s on his way. Maybe he stopped home for something?” she reassured.

Joel had never missed a night walking you home. It was the highlight of both your evenings. You would share stories of each other's past and what each other did throughout the day. You especially loved the little spark of excitement that would flash through his eyes when he would talk about Ellie. Joel rarely spoke to anyone outside of Tommy and Ellie. And, since you came into his life, you could barely get him to shut up. However, you cherished those moments. They allowed you to witness a side of him that very few see.

You looked up at Julie and smiled softly, a hint of sadness in your eyes. “Yeah, hopefully,” you responded as you bent down to grab the basket. You walked towards the door and waved. “I’ll see ya later.” You left and made your way towards the pantry before heading home.

The winter storm caused the wind to blow the snow harshly around you. You pulled your coat tighter against your body, trudging towards Rancher Street. A light in your peripherals caught your attention. Your pace slowed as you turned to face the house belonging to Maria and Tommy and stared towards the window. An unsettling knot grew in your stomach. You looked towards your home and back to theirs. Unable to shake the feeling, you jogged towards their door.

Three hard knocks were all it took for Maria to crack the door open. Her hair was disarray, and she had dark circles around her eyes as if she had not slept in days. She looked shocked that you were standing at the door.

“Has Tommy come home yet?” you asked, not allowing Maria a chance to greet you.

“No, he-” she stated, voice filled with concern, “if you’re here, neither has Joel.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, shaking the snow off your hair and shoes.

“Fuck. I sent a group hours ago to bring them home. I just thought they had gone to the Bison,” she said as she opened the door wider to allow you to enter.

“Do you know what area they were patrolling?”

“Uhm, yeah, it was around the old ski lodge,” Maria stated, walking through the house. You followed closely behind her. “You can’t seriously be thinking about going out there in this.”

You looked at her with a determined face mixed with concern. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can you at least wait til the storm is over?”

“Maria, I-”

“Of course, you can’t,” she said as she walked up to a desk drawer and grabbed a map. She laid it out on the table and circled the area they were patrolling. “They should be around this area.”

You nodded and traced your finger from the gate of Jackson to the area she had circled, making a mental note of the path to take. The lodge was near a small town, and you thought if you could make it there, you would be able to track their prints in through the snow.

“Awesome. Can I take this?” You asked. She nodded and grabbed your arm as you walked past her.

“Wait,” she said. Her grip on your arm tightened. “There were reports of a large horde near the town. Stay away from there. Bring them home, safe. okay?”

‘Well fuck, there goes that idea,’ you thought as you looked up at her. You smiled. “Will do. Thanks, Maria.”

Maria waved at you while you jogged down the street toward the stables. Once you got to the large barn, you grabbed a saddle from the wall and placed it on the back of the black stallion you had named Beauty. You put your head against his muzzle and softly petted his mane.

“You ready, ol’ boy?” you whispered. Beauty neighed as you swung your leg over his back and grabbed his reins. You began to trot towards the wooden gate.

Jesse noticed you on horseback coming out of the stables. He called out to you. “Hey! Where are you going?”

“Open the gate, Jesse,” you said sternly.

“Maria said no one was to leave during the storm.”

“Open the damn gate.”

Jesse looked over at the other patrolman, shocked. They shrugged at him and casually walked over to the lever, pulling it open for you. Just before it was opened completely, you galloped out into the storm, not looking back. The wind whipped through your hair as you urged Beauty to gallop faster.

-- -- --

You rode through the woods, avoiding the town. Because you were not paying attention, you almost caused Beauty to trot off a cliff. He neighed loudly, bucking upwards, knocking you off. You land on the ground hard. You groaned as you got up.

“Easy there,” you stated while you reached for his reins, “easy boy.”

Sighing, you peered across the snow-covered field. A large mansion sat in the middle of a fenced area. Bodies of infected piled along the perimeter of the exterior gate. A shiver went down your spine. “Surely, Joel and Tommy didn’t do that,” you whispered. The wintery air caused a misty cloud in front of your mouth as you spoke. You petted Beauty before telling him to make it home safely and smacking him on the rear. You watched him gallop in the distance.

Taking a deep breath, you descend the cliff. As you crept closer to the building, you noticed dark figures moving across the large bay window. You twisted the door handle, and it creaked open. The warmth of the house greeted you as you slowly entered the room. You heard muffled voices and a loud gunshot that echoed off the walls. You gripped your knife tighter. A familiar voice rang through your ears that caused panic to set in.

“Tommy!” the voice screamed. The voice you came to know so well over the past few years, the voice that was filled with so much love for you, a voice that you could instantly recognize anywhere, the voice that belonged to Joel.

“Put him against the wall,” a young female demanded. She couldn’t be much older than Ellie but ordered the men around as if she were their leader. You inched silently into the room, eyes glued on the two men who grabbed Joel by the arms and shoved him against the large window. His right leg was extended out in front of him, bleeding. “Joel Miller.”

“Who are you?” he grunted, trying not to show emotion.

“Guess.”

“Why don’t you say whatever speech you’ve got rehearsed and get this over with,” Joel bit back. His eyes darted over her shoulder, locking with yours. Fear and shock shot through him as he struggled against the men who held him. You glanced around at the group, quickly trying to assess the situation.

The girl walked to a golf caddy near the sofa and pulled out one of the iron clubs. She nodded approvingly and walked in front of Joel. She brought the club up to her shoulder.

“You stupid old man. You don’t get to rush this,” she growled as she swung the club. It made an impact on the side of Joel’s face. He screamed in agony, blood splattered across the room. His vision blackened as he fell to the ground. The eyes of the girl sparkled with a twisted satisfaction.

You watched in horror as the men drew Joel back against the window, and she raised the club again. Filled with rage, you grabbed one of the men closest to you. Your left hand slid across their face to cover their mouth while you made a horizontal cut across the middle of their neck with your knife. Blood spewed down his body, and his body twitched as you pushed him away from you. His body crumbled to the ground with a loud thud. You ran up to the next person and stabbed them in the neck, puncturing their jugular.

The sound alerted the others, and they turned to face you. You slung your rifle around your body and held it firmly in your hands. Your index finger pressed the trigger as you meticulously aimed and fired at the group. A person came up from behind you and kicked your legs from underneath you, knocking you to the ground. You yelped in surprise as they shoved your face onto the cold floor.

“Get the fuck off of me,” you growled, fighting against the person holding you down, “I will fucking kill you.”

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” the girl spoke, stalking up to you. She grabbed you by your hair and pulled you to your knees. You gasped in pain, breathing heavily. “Girlfriend?” she asked as she looked over at Joel. She shook her head. “No. Wife?”

“No, don’t!” Joel rasped out.

She let out a dark chuckle. His desperate plea fell on silent ears as the girl taunted you. Her grip on your hair tightened as she turned you to face Joel.

“This is so much better than what I had planned. You took my father from me; I’m going take something from you,” she sneered, pulling her knife from its holster. Joel struggled against the grasp of the men who held him. His eyes filled with a mix of fear and anger. The moment she took her knife out, his movements ceased. He watched dreadfully as she scrapped the blade down your sternum until it rested just below the hard bone. She pushed your shoulders forward. The blade pierced through your abdomen with a squelching sound; you gasped in pain as you felt the sting of it entering your body. Blood trickled down as you started to sway. The excruciating agony intensified when she dug the blade deeper into you before pulling it out and shoving you away. You fell to the ground, clutching your stomach in a horrible attempt to stop the bleeding. Your eyes locked with the tear-filled ones of Joel. You struggled to catch your breath, and your vision kept flashing black.

“What the hell is this, Abby?” a man yelled while entering the room, “You’re done here.” She groaned in protest. You were unable to pay attention to the words being spoken around you. The words were fading into silence as darkness started to engulf you.

With every ounce of strength, Joel pulled himself across the floor. “Darlin’?” he whispered, reaching his hand out towards you. Abby noticed his movements and kicked him hard in the stomach, knocking the wind from his lungs. She huffed and left the house with her group.

You gasped for air, feeling the weight of darkness pressing against your consciousness. Tears streamed down Joel’s face as he scooted himself closer to you. Memories began to flood his mind. He remembered the first time he met you, how strong you were when you fought alongside him in the spore-filled tunnels. He remembered how you yelled at him for being so careless with a child who didn’t even know how to swim. He remembered how he fell in love with you the day he met you. He tried to stay awake, staring at your beautiful face as the memories faded.

Your eyes met his once again. Desperate to speak. You rasped, “I… I…. lo…. love….” you choked on your blood, coughing harshly as it pooled in your mouth. Your body convulsed, and your labored breath came to a sudden stop.

“Baby?” Joel whispered as he tried to pull you closer to him. “Baby, please.” -- -- -- --

“Baby!” he cried, clutching your lifeless body against his chest. He swayed back and forth, stroking your blood-stained hair. “Stay with me, baby. Please, stay with me.”

His winter coat was soaked in red while he held you. The bitter cold seeped into his bones as he remained unbothered. His face streaked with tears as he clung to any possible hope you would awaken and return to him.

A loud, pained groan erupted from across the room. Tommy shifted uncomfortably against the floor as he regained consciousness. His head throbbed in pain from the hit he received. His palms flattened against the cold tiles, and he lifted himself, stumbling backward and hitting the console table. He gazed at the room and noticed the bodies scattered across the floor in puddles of blood.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, just before his eyes landed on his brother, who was sitting on the ground clutching your limp body to his chest. His leg extended in front of him with a belt tightly fastened on his thigh, acting as a makeshift tourniquet. Joel buried his face into the divot of your neck, whispering apologies in a broken voice.

An audible gap erupted from Tommy as he realized the body Joel was holding was you. Tears threatened to fall as he watched Joel cry out in grief once again. Tommy knew that Joel would never recover from losing you; hell, he never recovered from losing Sarah twenty-some years ago. Unsure of what to do, he whispered Joel’s name.

Joel’s puffy, bloodshot eyes lifted from your neck and met his. Tommy took a step back, horrified at the appearance of his brother. The side of Joel’s face was bashed in as if someone had taken something long, hard, with a flat end and hit him across the face with it multiple times. Blood oozed from the wound, and a mix of blues and black colors surrounded it. His left eye was almost swollen shut, and blood caked his face and hair.

“What the fuck happened?” Tommy asked.

Barely above a whisper, Joel rasped, “Tommy?”

He had forgotten Tommy was there. His entire focus had been on you. Making sure nothing happened to you, and he failed. Nothing mattered to him anymore.

Tommy knelt in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He noticed a significant amount of blood covering both of your jackets. With a concerned face, he saw the small cut from the blade on the fabric of your clothes. “Let me see her,” he said softly.

Joel nodded and placed you gently on the ground next to him. He unzipped your jacket, pushing the flaps to the side. He lifted your shirt slowly. The dried blood caused the fabric to stick to your skin. He pulled it up just below the band of your bra to reveal a tiny stab wound on the upper middle quadrant of your abdomen, centimeters below the hard bone of your sternum. Your breath was shallow. So shallow that Tommy nor Joel noticed your chest rising and falling. Tommy placed his hand over the wound, pressed down hard to try and control the bleeding, and immediately blood covered them.

Joel was not paying attention to Tommy. He stared at your calm, peaceful face. His mind was filled with memories and thoughts of you. He pushed a strand of hair that fell on your face, lightly touching your cold cheek as he placed it behind your ear. He noticed your face showed no signs of distress and no pain. You were just there, on the cold floor, unfazed by what occurred around you.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ Joel thought as he ran his fingers through your hair.

Tommy’s hand began to tremble. He was unable to control the bleeding. He leaned down and placed his ear just above your parted mouth, hoping for any sign of breathing. Tears began to fall down his face when he felt nothing against his cheek. He mouthed, “No, no, no,” as he said your name shaking you.

Coming out of his trance, Joel watched Tommy shake you. He saw the tears in Tommy’s eyes and immediately knew something was wrong. He didn’t want to believe that you were gone. How could he move forward without you? How could he move on? What will he tell Ellie?

Joel shouted your name. He shoved Tommy away from you and placed his hands down on your wound, trying to believe if he was the one putting pressure on it, it would stop. When it didn’t stop, he started to weep.

“Please, not her. God, please, no her,” he sobbed. He felt as if he failed you. He had failed: as a protector, a lover, as everything. His heart shattered into a million pieces. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.”

Tommy found himself void of words, unable to move from where he stood. He wasn’t sure why this happened to you, why they attacked you, of all people. He had so many questions running through his head. He glanced around the room again, trying to piece together any information he could find. He noticed a patch that was on the jackets of the bodies. He knelt and removed the patch with his knife. The patch was a yellow triangle with a wolf in the middle. The words W.L.F. are located at the bottom. He quickly pocketed it before going back to Joel.

“We should probably head back,” Tommy stated as he looked at Joel. Joel had his hands firmly pressed against your stomach, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

“NO,” Joel shouted. Tommy grabbed onto his arm, pulling him away from you. “I- I can’t leave her. I can’t-”

“She’s gone.”

“No, no, no,” Joel repeated, shaking his. He pushed Tommy away and tried to go back to you. Tommy grabbed him, stopping his movements.

“I’ll come back for her,” Tommy promised, “When the daylight comes and the storm is over, I’ll bring her home.”

Joel sniffled. He knew Tommy was right. They had to leave, or someone would come looking for them, just as you did. Tommy left the room and returned with a large white sheet. He slowly draped it over you. Joel took it and tucked the sheet under your sides. His hands trembled with every tuck. Blood started to stain the middle of the sheet as it settled across your body. Suddenly, the room felt colder than it had before.

Tommy helped Joel to his feet, wrapping his arm around his middle. They began to walk towards the door, grief heavy on their hearts. Joel stopped for a moment and looked back towards you. He started at the white sheet that covered your body. The light flickered throughout the room, casting your shadow against the wall. He whispered a final goodbye.

As he turned, a gust of wind blew through the open door. It caused the sheet to flutter, uncovering some of your features. His heart sank, feeling a part of him was left behind in the room. Joel sighed sadly, finally looking away from you. They left the building carrying the weight of your absence on them.

-- -- -- --

Jesse walked along the ramparts with a snow shovel. He scooped the snow into its blade and tossed it over the exterior wall. He noticed two dark figures stumbling in the distance. The dense snow made it difficult for him to identify them. He reached for the binoculars and peered through them. One of the figures was held by the waist, their leg dragged behind them, leaving a red trail in the snow.

“What the hell,” he said into the wintery night. “Open the gate!” He shouted but received no response. He glanced over the edge to an empty area. “Where the fuck did they go?”

He ran down the steps to open the gate. Laughter erupted behind him as Dina and Ellie exited the stables. Jesse stared at them in disbelief, eyes darting down from their faces to their interlocked hands. “You gotta be kidding me,” he scoffed, “you were supposed to be on patrol.”

“We are-” Ellie got interrupted.

“This town depends on us. We can’t just be fucking in the stables anytime we want!”

Dina’s face turned bright red. A loud bang on the gate startled them, and a voice shouted just beyond it.

“OPEN THE DAMN GATE!”

Ellie looked at Dina. At the same time, they both stated, “Is that Tommy?”

They ran over to the gate and opened it. The wooden doors creaked, pushing the snow to the side as it opened. Tommy dragged an unconscious, injured Joel inside Jackson. He shifted his arm around his waist, trying to adjust, but Joel slid right out from his arms and landed into the snow. Joel landed face-first into the powdery snow. Ellie immediately ran over to him and lifted him back up with the help of Tommy.

“What happened?” Ellie asked as they reached the clinic. Tommy knocked on the door. An elderly lady appeared, her glasses hung low on her nose.

“Do you realize what time it is?” she said, her voice filled with sleep. She glanced at Joel and gasped. Immediately opening the door, she gestured for them to come in. “The first room on the left is empty,” she said as Tommy and Ellie walked to the room. They laid Joel down on the bed. The lady began to cut his pant leg, revealing the bullet hole.

“Jesus, Tommy. If you don't tell me what the fuck happened right now. I swear, I’m going,” Ellie demanded, clenching her fist tightly.

“That’s it, out!” the lady demanded as she pointed towards the door. Everyone looked at her in shock before muttering and walking out. Dina took a seat next to Jesse. Ellie quickly realized that you were not with them and was unaware of Joel's condition. Her heart started to race, conflicted about whether she should leave or stay with Joel.

Dina’s eyes softened as she watched Ellie’s expressions rapidly change. “I’ll go get her,” she said to Ellie, squeezing her hand.

“She’s not home,” Jesse said softly.

"What do you mean she's not there?"

"She took off hours ago, right before the storm got bad."

Tommy's eyes darted to Ellie's as Jesse finished his sentence. "Ellie, I need to speak to you... Alone."

"I'll be at your house if you need me," Dina told Ellie as she and Jesse left the clinic. Tommy took a seat and rubbed his hands across his face. He sighed loudly as tears threatened to fall from his eyes again.

"There's no easy way to say this," he whispered. His voice trembled. "Kid, she came looking for us. I don't know exactly what happened, but I do know. When I woke, it was too late. She was-" Tears ran down his face, "she was already gone."

"She's gone?" she muttered, tears forming. Her heart sank as she tried to comprehend what Tommy had said. The room felt heavy around her; her breathing became erratic. Everything felt as though it was caving in around her. Her vision tunneled. She violently shook her head; her face went stone cold and void as she stared at him. Just above a whisper, she asked, "You just left her there?"

"Ellie, I didn't have a choice. T'was just me and Joel," he said. "Once the storm settles, I'm going back."

"I'm coming with you."

-- -- -- ---

MEANWHILE || AT THE MANSION

The light flickered throughout the room. Your eyes fluttered open as you desperately gasped for air. The sheet covering your body clung to your face as you inhaled. Shakily, you reached up and pulled it off. The blood rushed back through your body and up to your face. The room spun as you held your head in pain.

You groaned loudly, sitting up. You tried to keep a steady breath as you attempted to stand. Clumsily, you bumped into things while you walked towards the bathroom. You dug through the cabinets, looking for a first aid kit. The blood on your hands smeared the white doors as you opened them. A small red box lay beneath washcloths. You grabbed it and placed it on the counter.

You caught a glimpse of your reflection and were startled by your appearance. Your hair was matted with blood and sweat. Your eyes were bloodshot, and your face was sickly pale, reflecting the trauma you had experienced. Your hands shuddered as you opened the kit.

Among the bandages and alcohol pads, you find a sewing needle and thread. Tucking your shirt under your bra, you tried to thread the needle with blurry vision. After many failed tries, you got the thread through the eyelet and placed it on the counter. You poured water over the wound, soaking the top of your jeans.

With a deep breath, you pierced the needle through the skin, pulled it through the other side, and secured the suture with a double knot before making two more next to it. As you focused on the sutures, the pain intensified. Beads of sweat formed on our foreheads.

After the last stitch, you slumped to the floor. A wave of nausea washed over you. You could barely keep your eyes open. They started to close until you could not fight them anymore and fell into a dreamless slumber.

-- -- -- ---

JACKSON || MONTHS LATER

Darkness surrounded the streets of Jackson. Snow covered the pavement. The white sparkled in the moonlight. The brisk winter breeze bit anyone who dared to be out in it.

A single light flickered from a bulb attached to a familiar house on Rancher Street. Its soft glow illuminated Joel as he sat skillfully strumming away on his guitar. The beautiful melody flowed through the air, stopping passersby as they listened. He sang no words, only allowing the vibrations of the chords to do the music.

His mind was flooded with memories of the past, the battles that were fought, those who have died, and each heavy decision was made. With each note, tears dropped and landed on the curve of the guitar. He played as if it would be the last time his calloused fingers would scrap against the strings.

The last chord strung, he leaned the guitar against the house next to him. He grabbed the pistol from the table and held the cold metal. A sense of finality washed over him. You were no longer here. Ellie never forgave him, and with you gone, the wedge between them grew. He had nothing left, no reason to be here anymore. He contemplated if Jackson would be better without him.

Taking a deep breath, he placed the cold gun against his temple. His index finger brushed against the trigger. His eyes closed for the last time, picturing your face.

“Whatcha think you’re doing there, cowboy?” a feminine voice stated. Hesitantly, he opened his eyes. They land on a familiar silhouette as they ascend the steps. The features of your face appear more prominent as you step into the light. Joel’s eyes widened.

“You’re… You’re not here,” he stuttered. His hands shook as he lowered the gun to his lap. “You can’t be here. This isn’t real.” He shook his head, attempting to remove the image of you. However, no matter how hard he tried, you stood there unmoving, with an amused look, staring at him. Joel’s heart pounded in his chest, questioning his sanity.

He stared at you in wonder. The snowflakes glimmered in your hair, and the bitter cold caused your nose and cheeks to turn pink. He tried to find an explanation. Was this a hallucination? A figment of his imagination? There's no possible way you could be here.

The feeling of longing engulfed him as he stared at your beautiful face.

“Why don’t you come and find out?” you smiled. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he could trust his senses. But the genuine warmth in your voice convinced him to stand. He grabbed his crutch and took a step towards you. His eyes flickered with a mix of fear and excitement. He reached out toward you, afraid that you would disappear. His warm palm lands on your cold cheek.

“Easy there, cowboy. You look a bit unstable,” you chuckled, leaning into his touch. He released the breath he was holding and pulled you into his arms. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of the honey soap you used to use.

“Baby,” He mumbled into your hair. You could feel his heartbeat against your face as he held you tightly. His grip filled with longing and relief. “You’re really here.”

“I’m really here,” you replied with a voice filled with love and reassurance. All the doubts and fears vanished from him as he held you. His hand moved to your chin, tilting it upwards. His teary eyes met yours for the first time in months. He leaned down. His nose touches yours.

“You’re really here,” he whispered again. You could feel his hot breath linger on your lips. He closed the gap between you, pressing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. He nipped your bottom lip, forcing you to open, and slipped his tongue inside. He moaned in your mouth before breaking away to catch his breath. He started to kiss along your jawline, sucking on your pulse, leaving a wet, red spot. Your hands clung to his brown jacket.

“Joel,” You mewled as he nibbled at the soft skin. His scruffy beard left red marks across your neck. “Let's get out of the cold.”

He mumbled in protest, but you pushed him gently towards the door, grabbing his guitar.

You helped me into the house and up the stairs. One of his arms dangled over the crutch, and the other around your waist. As you guided him through the house, his light touches sent shivers through you. His weight felt comforting and electrifying, making you yearn for more.

You made your way to the bedroom. Joel let go of the crutch. A metal clunk echoed off the walls as it hit the ground. His eyes met yours, filled with desire. Without a word, he pulled you closer. His lips brushed against yours in a tender yet passionate kiss. His hands lifted your shirt slowly up your abdomen, fingers lightly touching your skin.

“Baby,” he groaned as he tossed your shirt to the floor. He hobbled towards the bed, pushing with him. The back of your knees hit the frame, causing you to fall backward. Your back lands softly on the blankets and shifts upwards, allowing Joel to climb onto the bed. He towered over you. You could feel the heat radiating off his body. His lips trailed down your neck while his hand explored every inch of you. Your heavy breathing filled the room.

Joel tugged at your jeans. The tip of his fingers traced lines down your thigh as he pulled them off. Flattening his palm, his hand grazed your inner thigh. He kissed down your sternum, stopping just above the bandage that wrapped around you.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, kissing it. “so fucking sorry.”

“Oh hush, now,” you stated, shifting your legs a little higher on the bed. He kissed down your stomach and stopped just above the warmth of your core. He looked up at your face. You propped yourself up on your elbows. As his hand covered your dripping cunt, your head fell backward onto the bed.

“So wet. This all for me, darlin’?” he purred. His index finger slid through your folds, which caused you to gasp. Pleasure coursed through your body as he teased your entrance. His touch was electric, and you find your back arching in response.

You could feel the anticipation building as he went lower on your body, nibbling your thigh. The mixture of his breath and the roughness of his beard against your skin heightened your senses. You yearned for more. He pushed his finger inside, coating the digit with your slick before sliding it out.

“More,” you mewled, voice filled with desire as you begged. The hunger in your eyes fueled his own as he eagerly obliged. He pushed another finger in, curving them to hit the rigid sweet spot that he knew would cause you to scream his name. Each movement of his fingers sent waves of pleasure through you, building an insatiable hunger within you. Your hips instinctively arched upwards.

He leaned in and stuck out his tongue. He licked through your folds, up to your clit, circled it, and before moving down to his fingers. The taste of your slick sent Joel over the edge. He moved his tongue back up to your clit and flicked it a few times before sucking. Your hands grabbed a fistful of his hair as you ground your core against his face. His tongue danced skillfully around your clit. The combination of his relentless fingers and the tantalizing flicks of his tongue pushed you closer to the edge.

“That’s it, baby. Cum on my fingers,” Joel growled into your thigh, catching his breath. “Yeah, just like that.” He pumped his fingers faster, pushing you to your limit. You gripped the covers, and your back arched higher. Unable to hold back any longer, you screamed his name. Your walls tighten around his fingers. “That's it, baby.”

He slowed the pace of his pumping until you came down from the euphoric high. He pulled his fingers out of yours, dripping with your slick. He brought them to his mouth and licked his fingers clean. “Been too fucking long, you taste so good.”

He shifted higher up on your body, peppering your skin with kisses. The leg of his jeans rubbed against your bare cunt as he kissed you softly. His hot breath sent electricity through your already sensitive body. As you caught your breath, you could feel his throbbing cock pressed against your leg, aching for release. He whispered in your ear, “I want to feel you around me.”

You stared deeply into his eyes before trying to shift him off of you. The last thing you wanted to do was to hurt his leg. He peered down at you, confused, but pushed you harder against the bed.

“Darlin’, what are you doin’?”

“Would you just lay on your damn back,” you grunted as you squirmed to get free from his towering form. You moaned as he rubbed his covered thigh against your cunt. He chuckled at your failed attempt to get him to move. You looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes. “Come on, please?”

“No.”

“Joel, come on, your leg.”

“I don’t give a shit about my leg right now,” he grunted. He pulled his pants down. His cock bounced as it sprung free from its confines. His eyes burned with desire as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. His large hands grabbed your legs and placed them around his waist. His cock lay against your fold, and he rocked forward, allowing it to rub through your folds, hitting your clit repeatedly. You groan in pleasure. “You ready for me?”

You nod frantically. He looked down at your blissful face.

“Of course you are. Such a good girl.”

“Please, Joel.”

He chuckled as he pushed his cock inside you. He grunted loudly at the feeling of you around him. Your head hit the pillow, shutting your eyes as his cock stretched you.

“God, I missed you,” He moaned and looked at you, “Eyes on me, baby.”

He wanted to watch you come on him. He didn’t want to miss any more moments with you, especially this one. He firmly gripped your hips, thrusting his cock deeper inside you. You screamed his name as he hit that spot only he knew about. With each thrust, he enjoyed the way your moans grew louder. Your breath grew heavier. He knew you were only his.

“Ah! Fu-Fuck!” Joel grunted. His thrusting became more ragged and forceful. The bed frame knocked against the wall. The sound of slapping skin echoed through the darkened room. Your screams muffled as you pulled the pillow across your face. Joel grabbed it and tossed it to the floor. “I want to see you. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Tears threatened to fall as the pressure inside you became too much. You desperately scrape your dull fingernails across Joel's back.

“You can take it. Just a little bit more,” He moaned, “Such a good girl”

You screamed as you came around his cock. The tightness of your walls sent him climaxing with you. His cock pulsates inside you, coating your insides white.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he panted, collapsing on top of you. You could feel his cock softening until it slid out of you. His come seeps out of your weeping hole.

You ran your fingers through his soft hair while you kissed his shoulder. You smiled widely as you both basked in the afterglow. Slowly, he rolled off of you and pulled you flush against his chest. He whispered sweet words of affection in your hair. You attempted to get up, but he pushed you back down, trapping you between his arms.

“I’m not ready to let you go just yet,” he muttered as he planted kisses along your shoulder blades. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, making it impossible to resist. Your eyes begin to get heavy. You heard Joel chuckle, and then the cover was placed on you. He nestled you under his chin.

The sound of his steady heartbeat lulled you to a blissful sleep. You felt loved and safe, wrapped in his embrace. Whatever tomorrow may bring would be tomorrow’s problem. Right now, you were right where you belonged.

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inej-ruination-ghafa · 1 year

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GIVE PEACE A CHANCE - J.M

Warnings: mentions of sex, runaway children?

Pairing: pre-outbreak Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: you had never thought that finding s little girl injured in the street would lead to loving a man that you had just met.

Wordcount: 3.1k

The summer sun was sweltering as you walked down the street, shopping bags heavy in your hands as you tried to make it back to your house. The summer of 1997 was too warm for your liking and you couldn’t wait for it to cool down into the fall.

You had just moved into the Texan neighbourhood and didnt know anyone yet; your best friend who you were sharing the house with had met a few people including the new mother Janet and the Adlers who seemed like the classic gossipers. Your introverted nature was challenged here where all the neighbours seemed to be friends.

You placed your bags down at the end of your drive as you tried to reach for your keys in the pocket of your shorts, rummaging round for them and finally pulling them out when you heard a little girls cry.

Your head instantly whipped around as you looked for where the sound came from and when you spotted the little girl in the middle of the street, lying there as she clutched onto her leg, you looked around. There was nobody else coming for her and normally, you would assume that someone was going to come and get her, something in you told you to check on her.

You looked at the little girl as she jogged over. She had dark curly hair that was tied into two pigtails on either side of her head and her face was distorted with the tears. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she clutched onto her knee and that’s when you spotted the gash along her leg, it was dark with blood and dirt.

Once again you looked around to see if there was anybody looking for the girl and when nobody came at the sound of her cries, you assumed she must have been some kind of runaway and that piqued your interest. You didnt want some little girl to be stuck out here in the heat by herself.

You knelt down next to her and she looked up at you, eyes wide and mouth turned into a frown as she scooted a little bit back, “My daddy says not to talk to strangers,” she said between her sobs, her words coming out in hiccups.

There was a reassurance that she had parents and once again you looked around for them but they were nowhere to be seen and that made you even more worried for the little girl.

You smiled, trying to seem non-threatening, “I just moved onto the street, that’s my house,” you said, pointing at the small bungalow on the corner of the street where you had dumped your bags. You pulled out your key from your pocket to show the house number on and she looked over your shoulder at your house, “See, I’m not gonna hurt you,”

She sniffled, the hand that wasn’t clutching onto her leg going up to her face to wipe her face clean, “You’re the pretty girl my Uncle Tommy was talking about,” she said nonchalantly.

Your face heated up as you looked at her, you didn’t realise that anybody had noticed her and hoped that her uncle wasnt some creepy old perv, “Where is your uncle Tommy?” You asked and she shook her head before turning her head to wipe her nose on her shoulder.

“At home,” she explained between her sniffles but it seemed that your presence had calmed her down because she wasn’t sobbing anymore at the pain from her leg

When you noticed a car making its way across the road, you extended your hand to her, “Let’s get you out of the road kid,” you said and you could see the way she hesitated before taking your hand and allowing you to pull her up.

You helped her up, hand on her shoulder as you ushered her out of the road as the car sped past through the cul-de-sac and towards the exit of the street. She winced when she stepped up the curb before sitting back down on the side.

“What’s your name honey?” You asked and she looked up at you, eyes red from the crying.

“Sarah,” she said and you said your name to her and she repeated, “That’s a pretty name,”

“Thank you Sarah, your names very pretty too,” you said, the pad of your thumb brushing a tear away from her cheek and she smiled at the action.

You were still curious as to why this little girl was crying in the middle of the street and why she was out here all by herself. You looked around again and nobody was coming to get her so you began to fear the worst.

“What’s happened to your leg?” You asked and she looked down, sniffling to herself.

“I was looking for fireflies in the garden and followed them out here and I fell over,” she explained and you nodded, looking at her knee. It was just a bit of a graze that needed to be cleaned up but she must have been in pain because you could see her wincing every time she touched it.

“Does that hurt?” You asked and she nodded, her demeanour turning shy.

You pressed a kiss to your pointer finger before placing it on the wound and she grinned, “You feel any better?” You asked and she nodded, a chuckle on her lips.

You smiled at the girl and looked around again, hoping she didnt see the worried crease between your brows.

“Where do you live honey?” You asked and she pointed at the house only a few doors away from where you were sitting. It seemed like a nice home with a porch and a big bay window that pointed out to the street.

“I'll take you home yeah, your daddy’s probably worried about you,” you said and you picked her up, the little girls legs wrapping around your waist and your hadn coming under her legs, supporting her.

As you walked across the street, you could hear yelling and assumed that it was the new couple thaat had moved in. It was a typical suburban street and as you looked around, you wondered what kind of dream you were living in.

“How old are you Sarah?” You asked as you walked the distance to her house and she looked over at you, her arms wrapped around your neck.

“I’m six,” she said and you nodded.

“You’re such a big girl,” you said and her face lit up, “I’m 23,”

That’s when you heard the door slam open at Sarahs house and some man stood at the door, yelling into the house, “Damn it Tommy! You don’t leave the gate open!” He exclaimed.

He seemed stressed out, his hands running through his hair and down to his beard as he scanned the area for his daughter and when his eyes landed on you holding the little girl in your arms, his shoulders sunk as all the tension left him.

The man immediately started running towards you and you finally got a good look at him. He was an attractive man who was probably only a few years older than you who had a grey hair or two growing from his hair - probably from the stress of this runaway child of his. He had deep brown eyes and a deep crease between them from where he was furrowing his brows.

You couldn’t imagine what he was thinking as he saw some random woman holding his child in the middle of the street and you walked faster to get there.

“Sarah, there you are babygirl,” he said, holding his hands out and you seamlessly passsed her over to her father. He ignored you for a second as he doted on the little girl, his hand coming to her face to smooth out the curls on her forehead, “What were you doing out here,”

“I was looking for fireflies daddy, and I fell over,” she said and her father instantly checked her over, spotting the graze on her leg.

He tutted to himself before bringing his hand back to her face, “My brave girl, does it hurt?”

She nodded her head before turning to look at you, “But our neighbour made it better,” she said before saying your name.

Her fathers attentions turned back to you and you felt like as he looked at you, eyes narrowed, that the entire gaze of the world was on you and he was somehow looking into your soul. Your face lit up under his gaze, the warmth spreading over your cheeks as you lifted your hadn up for a wave.

He repeated your name back to you and you nodded. You could almost see the cogs turning in his mind as he tried to figure out what your intentions were so you clarified it for him, “I was putting my groceries away when I heard her crying,” you explained.

Once again, you watched some of the tension fall out of his shoulders and the crease between his brows lessen. He was about to say something when he heard someone call his name out, Joel.

“Joel! Did you find her?” The voice asked and you turned to see a man standing at the doorway of the house, one hand holding onto the doorway and the other by his side.

You assumed that this other attrctaive man was his younger brother, the uncle tommy who yous attention you allegedly had caught. Joel turned back to look at him and you saw his face contort into one of annoyance.

“Yeah, no thanks to you! Get dinner set up, we’ll be in soon,” he called out and Tommys eyes locked with yours.

“Can she stay for dinner daddy?” Sarahs voice asked innocently and you turned your attention away from the man at the door to the man standing here.

His eyes scanned you over again and you could already tell that he was an untrusting man who wasnt sure what you wanted. But as he looked at you, he couldn’t deny that you were beautiful but you seemed younger than him and at thirty, he wasnt used to having dinner with beautiful girls.

“I don’t want to intrude,” you said, taking a step back as your introverted side came out, clear and apparent.

Sarahs eyes were wide as she looked up at her father and he sighed as he looked back at you, “We have enough for one more if you want,” he said, his tone gruff and almost reluctant.

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips and you nodded, “Let me put my groceries away and uh, ill be back,” you said, your hadn reaching out hesitantly to brush a piece of hair behind the girls ears and her face lit up.

Joel watched as you rushed back to your house and he walked back into the house, looking down at Sarah, “Let’s get your knee cleaned up okay,” he said and she nodded.

He carried her into the bathroom, sitting her down on the toilet seat as he pulled the first aid kit out from under the sink. Gently, he brushed a wipe against the dirt on the graze, looking up to see the tears welling up in the girls eyes - he hated to see her cry.

He placed a colourful themed plaster on her knee before pressing a kiss to the plaster and watching as the tears left her. He wiped a tear away before helping her to her feet, taking her hand in his.

“She’s very pretty daddy,” she said as she looked up at him.

He shrugged, “I guess so,” he said as he looked away from his daughter and out of the window to see you lightly jogging back over to his house.

As soon as you had left his house, you knew that he was a special man with a very lovely little girl. You rushed into your house, fumbling again with your keys as you rushed to make it inside so that he wasn’t waiting too long.

You sprayed a bit of perfume on, trying to look nice as you brushed your hair out. You didnt want this man to think that you were a slob. to say that you were instantly attracted to the man would be true, the second you laid eyes on him you had fallen completley for him even though you didnt know what he was like.

You knew your best friend would never let you live it down if you didnt at least try to look nice and shoot your shot. You rushed back to his house, trying not to look too eager as you knocked on the door.

Sarah was the one who opened it and before her father could scold her for opening the door when she didnt know who was outside, the words were taken from his mouth. It was just a quick bit of a makeup and a nicer outfit but he thought you were stunning.

“You want to come in?” He asked and you nodded. He watched as you walked in, merrily chatting to Sarah and he cursed himself. He hadnt felt these feelings bubbling up in his chest since Sarahs mother had left him and he knew what had happened to him then.

He hadnt dated in six years, hadn’t kissed a woman since Sarahs mother and although he got plenty of action and was hit on by every single mother in the school district, he hadn’t dated anyone in a while.

He pulled out the chair for you at the table and you smiled, sitting down and thanking him. Sarah rambled on about something that she was reading and he watched as you listened intently, asking questions and stoking her joy.

As Tommy and Joel started to grab the pasta that he had made for dinner, the younger brother had a smirk on his face as he saw the way that Joel watched you.

“Ive never seen you look at a woman like that before,” He said with a teasing smile on his face.

Joel turned to him, a glare on his face, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, picking up a kiddy bowl of pasta and another one for you.

He placed the bowl down on Sarahs mat and smiled at her before turning to you, “I hope you like it, you’re not allergic to anything right?” He questioned.

You blinked, thinking over what he said before shaking your head, “No, nothing, and this is lovely, thank you for inviting me,” you said, trying to hide your nervousness.

“You want wine ma’am?” Tommy asked and you looked at Joel before nodding, watching as the man poured you a glass of red.

He pursed some for Joel and himself before putting a glass of milk down for Sarah, “So, when did you move into the neighbourhood?” Joel asked you.

You finished your mouthful of food before looking at him, “A few weeks back, me and my friend just finished our gap year and I’ve got a job locally,” you explained. His eyes went wide and you could tell he was wondering how old you were and you chuckled at his reaction, “I’m twenty three,”

He nodded, a slight smile on his face as Tommy smiled ast his brothers reaction, hed ever seen him this comfortable in front og a girl he had just met before and knew that you were someone special but he could also tell that he was insecure about the slight age gap.

Once dinner was over and Sarah had said goodbye to you, you stood at the door, the evening setting sun illuminating down on you, “Thank you so much Joel, I had a really nice night,” you said, a smile on your face, “And if you ever need a babysitter, I’m just across the street,”

“I might just have to take you up on that, good night,” he said and you repeated the sentient before taking a step outside of the house.

Joel looked back at his brother who stood in the doorframe, shaking his head at his brothers inability to make a move. There was a moment where he hesitated as he looked at you start to walk away.

He had been scared ever since Sarah’s mother to fall in love but there was something about you after you’d only known each other for a few hours that he knew he could trust. He was worried about introductions a woman into Sarahs life but she had already warmed up to you so he wasnt too worried.

He called out your name and you turned back, a smile still evident on your face from the dinner “Would you like to have dinner sometime? Without Sarah?” He asked and your face lit up.

You nodded a little too enthusiastically, “I’d love to,” you said, walking back and digging around your purse for a pen before scribbling your house phone number onto his hand, “Call me sometime, or you know where i live so,”

Your voice trailed off and you leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek that made both your faces heat up in a blush before you started to walk away.

You were halfway across the street when you turned back to look at him still standing in his doorway, waiting for you to go into your house and you smiled to yourself at the situation. You could already tell that you were going to like him a lot.

I loved writing this and was thinking of doing s sequel of their date and something just because I think that'll be cute, let me know what you think :)

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sengiewhy · 2 months

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piece I made for @tlouzine !! rly enjoyed making this piece and focusing on bgs!

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hastyprovocateur · 8 months

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Popcorn (Modern!Abby × Reader)

Summary- Abby and reader plan a quiet, laidback movie night, but reader gets derailed quickly.

Word count- 1.2k

Cw- sexual content, mature themes, fluff

• The jiffy pop blew up on the stovetop, giving off a warm buttery scent, filling the kitchen up with it. Abby had dealt with the pull-out couch already, clouding it with the fluffy comforter from your bedroom. You stood bent over the counter in your t-shirt and underwear, hearing the corn splutter and flower inside the foil.

• "Babe…” Abby appeared at the kitchen entrance, clad in boxers and a vest for the night. “Hey…” you wink at her as she sauntered closer, putting her hands on your hips, running them up and inside your t-shirt “Popcorn will be done in a minute” you place your hands on hers from over the shirt, resting on your belly.

• “I got the couch and DVD ready” Abby whispered against your neck as you swayed in place, her fingers tracing your ribs, meeting at your navel. “Fight Club again?” you feigned annoyance, and Abby snorted. “God… I can repeat those dialogues by rote” you lament even as your conscious fizzles at her touch, the warm cotton of her boxers rubbing against your butt. “It’s Top Gun” Abby laughed, and you exhaled in relief, resting your head back on her chest “Much better.” You hear the remaining kernels pop, twisting the gas knob off. “Much… much better” you turn around, letting Abby lift you onto the marble counter.

• “Can’t have you bored on movie night” Abby drew you closer, her cupped hands pulling your hips against her torso. “It’s house rules” you nod gravely, resting your arms on her shoulders, entangling your fingers in her dirty blonde hair at the back of her neck. “You talked to Lev?” you check again, and Abby nods “It sounded like a racket… he barely said anything” she laughed “Too buzzed for the sleepover, I guess.” “Someone’s having fun…” you kiss Abby’s nose as she slides a hand up your back, the back of her fingers nestling into the dip in your spine “And we’re not…?” she whispered against your lips, playfully nudging your chin up, leaving little pecks along your jawline.

“Our fun is about to start…” you utter through parted lips with closed eyes.

• Abby pressed play on the remote, extending her arm across the pillow for you to lay down on. You bring over the bowl of popcorn, carefully setting it down on Abby’s lap as you nestled next to her, resting your head on her shoulder. Her body against yours, almost scooping you into her big frame. The starting credits rolled with the background music playing.

• You trail your fingers up her forearm, curling over her sizeable bicep. “Comfortable?” she whispered against your neck, warm breath blowing over your skin, raising your hair on end. “Yeah” you chuckled, dabbing a freckle on her arm “Hope I’m not crushing your arm” you mumbled, getting a nudge back “When have you ever?” Abby curled her arm around you, sandwiching your face between her muscles “Now let’s watch our movie, shall we?” she kissed the top of your head, resting the remote on her chest as she turned her focus to the bright screen.

• You’d gotten distracted barely a quarter into it, lightly digging your fingertips into Abby’s arm, watching it rise back up. Soon, you resort to repeatedly pressing your cold lips onto her warm skin, like a teething baby. Yet to get a reaction from her. You pout, throwing a glance around the low-lit drawing room before you turn around, eyes affixed on Abby’s freckled face as you wormed closer. You trail a finger along her jaw, staring at the bridge of her nose. Her pale blue eyes sparkle with the shifting colors on TV.

• “Babe” you innocuously lean in, kissing her chin and waiting for her to turn to you. When she doesn’t, you slowly pepper her neck and jawline with more kisses, arm sneaking across her chest. “Babe” you almost whine, your voice breaking from how badly you love and desire her, snapping her out of the movie watching. She pressed pause on the movie, biting her lip as she set the popcorn on the nightstand, turning her attention back to you.

• “Are you bored or horny?” she hooked a finger under your chin, resting the pad of your thumb on her cheek as she inquired. “I just…” you drag your words out, eyes unable to meet hers “I can’t focus when I’m with you… it’s your fault.” “Is that so?” Abby pulled your face close, laughing against your lips “How do I fix that?” her face sobered, chest heaving ever so slightly as she trailed a hand below, grabbing your butt from over the comforter.

• “Abby…” you exhale as she mounted you, slowly sinking down onto your body, her hips cupping yours. Give me all your weight, you’d always tell her in bed despite her initial apprehension. Your hands travel around her hips, snaking into her shirt and up the soft skin of her back as you pull her closer, lips grazing ever so curiously. Abby yearned for more, returning for a deeper and sweeter taste, weaving in and out of kisses and sharp breaths. Abby slid her tongue down yours, her arms propped on either side of your head.

• Her boxers got caught on your medley of knees and ankles, laughing as she finally managed to get them off, tossing them to the side. She tried to figure out the twisted panties around your thighs, yanking it off one leg and leaving them on. Abby crouched lower, hands making designs across your waist, down your hips, gripping the sides of your thighs, and parting them to dive face-first into your soaking folds. “Fuck” you yelp while losing breath as she sucked up and down, savoring every inch of you, sending you into a pleasurable fit. She held your trembling legs until you were leaking strong orgasm on her tongue, slurping back every last drop.

• “Come here, baby” you bark, still in orbit from the climax. Electrified, you drag her back up your body by the corner of her shirt only to yank the hem up to her neck. You mouth her breast, tenderly rolling your tongue around her nipple, feeling it grow even harder. Her brows crease from the strain of holding back, hands knotting into your hair and pulling as she twitched.

• You grip the arch of her waist, the other slipping between her legs from behind, rubbing her slit till you felt that heavenly slick coat your fingertips. “Come on” you urge her, fingers curling up inside her as she begins groaning softly into the cushions. She rubbed harder down onto you, hips grinding with a quicker, firmer rhythm until a gentle, defeated yelp left her lips. Her walls flex on your fingers as she comes down from the high. “Just… stay” you huff, your bodies returning to the default of snuggling close, gasping and laughing as the pure skin on skin soothed you both.

• Some tissue paper and bathroom breaks later, you find yourself clothed and nestled back in the crook of her neck; head on her shoulder, and hand on her chest. You stare wistfully up at her face with a sweet smile as Abby watches the movie with rapt attention, gently stroking down your back with the back of her fingers. The remote once again sat on her chest. “Babe…” you giggle, leaning in to kiss her again. “LET ME FOCUS” Abby feigned annoyance, and you giggled harder, getting smacked on the butt a couple of times before she pulled you in, giving you a big kiss.

• “Seriously, let me watch the movie now!”

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lunarroxi · 2 months

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buckyysdoll · 7 months

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𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 — 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

જ⁀➴ 18+ MDNI — content warnings: obvi overstim. kink, smut ! eating out, f!reader, soft!dom joel <3 -> includes both PRE-OUTBREAK & POST-OUTBREAK

MAIN MASTERLIST

𝑷𝑹𝑬-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲

❧ — before the outbreak, joel’s love for it came from his need just to give you pleasure. he would worship your body, and keep going for as long as you’d let him. wring out as many cries as he could

❧ — he’d def talk you through it, would tell you how pretty you were when he made you come for the fourth time. he’d say “that’s it,” and praise you like hell, just for letting him taste you, or feel you again.

❧ — in particular, he loved it when you sat on his face — especially if you had thicker thighs. that way, he could have you right where he wanted you, and where he found peace — with you practically smothering him. joel would reach up, band his arms beneath your thighs and just pull you down to him, to his waiting mouth.

❧ — when you came on his face, he’d be so damn hard and aching that he almost would, too. the feel of your slick on the scruff of his stubble made the man go insane, and he never felt sated.

❧ — when you’d try to shift after, when soft tremors wracked at your body just after release, joel would keep hold, apply just enough pressure — and murmur, “cmon darlin, don’t you be movin’.”

❧ — of course he checks in though, makes sure you’re okay and do actually want to go on. he murmurs against you, “tell me what you want sweetheart,” — will be led by, and guided by you.

❧ — but when you feel him groan against you, feel the way his deep voice vibrates with the sound of his pleasure, pleasure just from the simple fact that he’s giving it to you — you want it. oh god, do you want it.

❧ — he always tells you after how good you were for him; always showed how proud he was of his girl.

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻－𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲

❧ — joel after the outbreak was still soft with it, but more about keeping control.

❧ — so much of his life was in turmoil, but when he was with you — he could just let go.

❧ — he needed this, he just needed you; needed that release, and that absence of stress. it was a temporary reprieve, a distraction, but good lord alive — your pussy was all that he thought of.

❧ — he went hours, whole days at a time, with an aching hard on at just the mere thought of you. and with that tense, clenched jaw? every inch of him spelt sexual frustration. he needed you bad.

❧ — and so, when he came home to you at the end of the day? there was only one thing on his mind. he could barely even manage to talk through that feeling and was kissing you, guiding you down to the bed only seconds after he’d got in.

❧ — he still liked to pin your hips down, but this time he liked to have you bare underneath him. he was soft in his dominance, voice low and rough, with his eyes liquid heat and those pupils blown wide.

❧ — when you’d squirm from the feeling of just too much, he’d pull you back, and whisper “don’t run from me, baby.”

❧ — but again, he’d still always check in; always ask “do you want this?,” or “is this alright?” before going further

❧ — he’d murmur it into your skin as he kissed up your thighs, or down the length of your bare stomach.

❧ — by the third or fourth time of you coming, he’d still be denying his own release. he needed you shaking and sated before he’d even think about letting you touch him at all.

❧ — whenever you tried, when you begged him to let you, you were met with that look and a sure, firm denial.

❧ — you either let him just do this with you or neither one of you came. it was simple as that.

❧ — so joel would tell you, “cmon darlin, one more,” and then his tongue was back in you, back where you still needed him.

❧ — it’s safe to say he wouldn’t be finished until several long hours later.

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beatificwrites · 1 year

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—VALENTINE ##

pairing: joel miller x gn!reader

a/n: here’s a SUPER late valentine!! first joel fic!! i love tlou and pedro

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

CONTENT: established relationship!!

PREMISE: joel’s never rlly celebrated valentine’s day, especially since the outbreak, but after some convincing, he’s willing to make the day special just for reader

The advent of February meant that the famous romantic holiday was coming up and you were ecstatic. Pre-outbreak, you spent a few valentines by yourself and when you didn’t, none were up to your standards, unfortunately.

Not that you were expecting a dozen of bouquets along with a box of chocolate covered strawberries or any other form of love bombing. During those relationships, all you wanted was a simple day for you and your partner to relax and share meaningful gifts that you’d keep forever.

You had yet to find a person that could mean that much to you or provide that for you.

Post-outbreak, you didn’t have the time nor the energy to find such a thing. You moved around with a few groups and made friends, but that was it.

Until you moved to Jackson last year and met Joel.

Joel gave you a reason to push forward and to keep fighting against the end of the world.

You two found it difficult to warm up to each other at first, but within a few runs, things changed drastically.

Beyond the grump exterior, you discovered a man that was actually caring and protective. He could be hilarious at times with the puns he shared, which, you later found out were all stolen from Ellie.

Your relationship quickly moved from run buddies to two people who couldn’t keep away from each other.

Ellie caught on and she would constantly poke fun at you both; saying you two should basically just do it already.

Joel would look away awkwardly and tell her to shut it, meanwhile you would laugh and scold her for being so crass.

Now, almost a year of being together, you were so ready to spend this special day with him. Even if he thought the idea was silly.

“Honey, I appreciate you everyday. All my days with you are special.” Joel reasoned as he took his boots off by the front door.

He had just come back from talking to Tommy and Maria about something and you were on the couch reading a book you had picked up on your last run.

“Well, that doesn’t mean Valentine’s gets a free pass.” you said back, looking up from your book.

You have been trying to convince him for the past two days.

“Who even celebrates that anymore?” he asked with his brows furrowed.

He made his way over to you and gave your head a kiss before sitting down across from you. Your legs were stretched out before, so he placed them both on his lap.

You scoffed and spoke with a matter-of-factly tone, “Um, hello, couples still do! And didn’t you hear the council’s getting together to decorate the town?”

All he gave you was a “really?” kind of look.

You proceeded with, “even if it’s not that big of a deal anymore, we could still celebrate us, you know?”

“I would think about it, but Tommy and I got a run tomorrow.” he gave a long sigh.

You tossed your book aside and scoffed again, “you’re kidding! For what?”

“The community’s low on medicine.” he quickly said.

“They can’t send anybody else? I don’t know, somebody who isn’t as old and tired as you to go?” you questioned, genuinely concerned.

“Excuse me?” he squinted, not liking you bringing up the fact that he’s old.

“Oh my gosh, you know I’m right. Plus, you and I both know you need a damn break! They can’t just take advantage of you.”

“I’m Maria’s in-law, I should help out a bit.” he stated.

“By a bit, do you mean a whole lot?” you fired back.

“I can take care of myself.” he affirmed as he raised his tone.

“Then, you would know that you should stay home!” you suddenly yelled.

He moved to get up and though a little upset, he gently pushed your legs off.

“I’m leaving at dawn and goin’ on that run, end of discussion.” he asserted before disappearing upstairs.

It was your turn to let out a long sigh. He’s so stubborn.

You knew he didn’t like admitting he was getting there, partially because it most certainly meant that he couldn’t do as much as before.

You found it amusing, to be honest. Sure, the pandemic allowed him to stay fit through the ages, but it was catching up to him. You worry.

You figured it would be best to leave him be for bit, until he was ready to rethink about leaving tomorrow.

You sat up and began to think of what to get him. Joel might not want to do anything, but that wasn’t going stop you from getting him a little something. Just a small token of your appreciation.

You picked up your book and continued to read until you felt so tired that you couldn’t process the words on the pages anymore.

You sluggishly went up the stairs and saw his figure knocked out on your shared bed.

“Stinky.” you teased, groggily as you realized he didn’t even wash up.

You did though, before heading to bed and falling asleep right next to him.

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You woke up as you heard the rooster sing. Your eyes were still shut as you patted the bed next to you to check for Joel. Not there, hmph.

Your eyes fluttered as they adjusted to the bright, morning sun. You stretched out and yawned before hopping out of bed and starting the day.

After brushing your teeth, you made your way downstairs and saw the yellow note Joel left on the coffee table.

‘be home before nightfall’ it read.

You tossed the note aside and got started on breakfast. Ellie always stopped by for a bite.

As you took out the necessary ingredients, you came up with a great idea. You’d stop by the wood shop later and ask Rose, the owner, if she could carve your initials onto a piece. Maybe try to make it heart shaped.

If you could find a piece of paper to write on, you would write him a cute love letter too. Yeah, you’ll do that.

Ellie barged in with a loud, “MORNING!”

You grinned, “good morning to you too, Ellie.”

“Where’s Joel?” she asked as she took a seat at the dining table.

“He’s out on duty with Tommy. He left early this morning.” you replied, turning the stove on.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” was all you said.

There was a pause before Ellie spoke, “Maria said they found a few romance movies they’d be playing in the theater tonight. Cat invited me, do you wanna come too?”

You stirred the egg yolk around a bit before saying, “No, I think I’ll just wait for Joel, if that’s alright with you.”

“Sure, whatever. Lovebirds.” she muttered under her breath.

“I can hear you just fine, you know...” you laughed as you reminded her.

“Yeah, yeah, just make my eggs!” she laughed back.

You shook your head and went back to your eggs. They cooked quick and you took out two plates.

You served her first then you. You almost sat down before taking out the fresh squeezed orange juice for you both.

“Cheers.” you two said as your glasses clinked together.

Ellie chowed down on her food as always and thanked you for yet another awesome meal before heading for the door.

You, of course, took your time to eat.

“Bye, kiddo!” you shouted from the table.

She was half way out door when she yelled back, “Later, skater!”

After finishing breakfast, you hurriedly got dressed and left for the wood shop.

You stepped outside and the breeze of the freezing air immediately hit your face. You wore your own puffer jacket and scarf, but you could still feel the coldness run up your arms. Winter in Wyoming was insane and long.

Again, in a hurried manner, you made your way to your dream destination. On your way, you smiled as you greeted the people walking by. You didn't think you'd ever get used to the abundance of people, living people, and the overall amount of life in such a big space.

How you even got here still shocked you.

You chuckled to yourself seeing the heart decor being put up. It would've made more sense to hang them up earlier in the week, but you guess it's staying for the remainder of the month.

You opened the door of the wood shop, and the bell rang as you did so. Thank, goodness there was a fireplace. You felt warmer already.

You looked around but didn't see Rose anywhere in sight. You guess she's off and her eldest son is in charge for the moment.

"Morning, Luke!" you greeted, nicely as always.

"Morning! What can I do for ya?" he greeted back, as always.

"Is there any way you could carve out a heart shaped piece of wood. Not a huge piece, but maybe about this big." you asked as you demonstrated with your hands.

"Ah, for you and good ol' Joel, I see." he smirked.

You rolled your eyes and nodded your head yes.

"I want our initials carved on the front and a few words burnt on the back."

Luke grabbed his notepad and had you write exactly what you wanted.

"You got one very special Valentine's gift comin' right up! Come back around 12." he assured you.

"Alright, thanks, Luke." you thanked him as you waved goodbye and exited the shop. Ah, back to cold.

You spent the rest of your day at your friends' houses, chatting about whatever nonsense. You picked up Joel's gift a little after noon and then went to the pub, to catch up with Maria on town gossip.

You noticed the sun was starting to set so you bid your farewells to her and Seth before leaving.

You had stolen paper from Ellie's room and were able to make that letter before reaching home and to your surprise, Joel was on the couch waiting for you.

You started taking your boots and cold wear off as you looked at him the entire time.

"Was expecting you to be home a bit later." you told him as you made your way to him.

"I said I would be back before nightfall." he simply said.

"Well, you usually come back when the moon's out." you said, plopping down next to him and giving his cheek a quick peck.

"Well, I stayed true to my note this time, I guess." he said as he gave you a soft smile.

You leaned your head to rest it on his broad shoulder. He moved in closer and caressed the side of your face with his thumb.

"Darlin', I wanna apologize for last night. That was stupid. You were just worried about me, that's all and I brushed you off." He confessed, trying to look you in the eye.

"It's fine, love. You're stubborn, per usual." you joked, but also meant it.

"To tell you the truth, I was really scared." he admitted.

You instantly moved your head to look at him. Worried something might have come up.

"Of what?"

"Honestly, the community was never low on supplies. I needed that excuse, so you'd let me go on the urgent trip Tommy and I been plannin'." he revealed as he turned to fully look at you.

You were a bit confused at first, not understanding why a trip would be so "urgent". Your face swiftly changed to absolute shock after Joel pulled out a beautiful, silver necklace with a locket and bracelet to match.

Your heart swelled right then and there. You couldn't believe it. All this time he spent telling you the holiday didn't matter anymore and here he was.

“Baby, you’re kidding!” you cried as you immediately went for a kiss.

All he could do was smile against your lips. He’s glad he could make you happy.

You wrapped your arms around him, wanting for him to know how much you appreciated him and how thoughtful he was.

“Here, let me put them on for ya. Aw, don’t tell me you’re crying?” he teased and you shook your head as you wiped a tear or two.

“I got you a gift thinking you wouldn’t do anything! And you get me this! Of course I’m crying.” you defended as you put out your arm so he could place the jewelry around your wrist.

You turned around and he put the necklace on for you as well.

“How long did it take to find these?” you asked, wanting full details on heartwarming trip your boyfriend took.

“A couple of hours. Tommy knew where to find the rundown store; that’s where he found his ring for Maria.” he told you.

“I borrowed some other things from the town too.” he continued, sheepishly.

You turned back around to face him once he was done and said, “Oh my goodness, like what?”

“I got a few discs from Maverick and Maria gave me a copy of ‘Dirty Dancing’ since I told her you like it so much.”

All you could do was pout at how cute he was. No way he got all that.

“You can’t be serious, hun.” you said as you laid against him.

He put his hand on your hip before saying, “even in this world, there ain’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you.”

You snuggled in closer after he said so, and he gave your head a kiss.

“Let’s go slowdance to Otis Redding and watch your movie.” he told you as he signaled for you to get up.

You giggled at him calling it “your” movie. You took out the wood-piece that was still in your coat and the letter.

You handed him the wood first, and watched as he admired it slowly. You knew he wasn’t one to show much emotion, but you could see it in his eyes.

He read your initials in the front and your sweet message on the back.

“Thank you, darlin’. I’m gonna hang this near our door.” He thanked you with that soft smile once again.

He was about to open the letter, but you stopped him.

“Read it later, I want our time together now.”

And with that, you two spent the night upstairs. First, slow dancing as promised to the ‘These Arms of Mine’ record that Joel borrowed and then movie time with him trying his best not to fall asleep for your sake.

He did read your letter later on and one moment led to another since you two could not keep off each other.

You were in his arms the entire night, just what you wanted. No person or personal issues to distract you from each other’s company.

He was indeed the perfect valentine.

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