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spookykoolkat · 2 days

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nsfw 18+ just porn w no plot LOL

minors do not interact

plus size reader x joel miller drabble

warnings - 18+ only, plus sized reader, described as thick and bigger, breeding kink, p in v without protection (please wrap it up), just explicit content overall !

joel miller appreciates a beautiful woman. what you didn't know, is he also appreciated a beautiful, bigger woman. to think you could ever pull joel miller was beyond you, until it happened. now, joel miller doesn't want anything more than to lay in bed with you to memorize every single freckle, stretch mark, roll, dip, and curve.

you've had selfish lovers, none of which will ever be joel. because joel isn't selfish, in fact he'll put hours into making you feel good and won't let you be on your knees to take him in for more than 5 minutes.

"baby," you whined, pressed up against the wall of his brothers bedroom. it was supposed to be a barbecue, house warming type of party for the neighbors and the close friends. he swore he would be on his best behavior, nothing to not focus on the fact that tommy and maria will be welcoming a little girl in less than two months.

his lips are on your neck, kissing and sucking as his hands squeeze at every part of you. he couldn't focus. how could he? he's still a man at the end of the day. and to see you in a dress that hugged at your waist and flowed down your hips, stopping at your upper thigh—he's still a man.

"i gotta feel you baby, i promise i'll make it quick okay? please baby? can ya let me make my sweet girl cum? need to see that pretty face, feel how needy that little cunt is f'me," he slurred, drunk off your scent and already letting his fingers slide up your thigh and feeling the wet spot forming on your panties.

something about you drove him crazy over and over again. and he's reminded every time he's around you. you're so fucking nice. you would do anything for anyone you loved, you hand made gifts for people when you couldn't afford much, you cooked for people and offered to clean their houses when they couldn't — something you didn't need to do. but wanted to.

so kind, thinking of others, nervous and antsy, and somehow you managed to settle right here with joel between your legs. how did he get so lucky? to have a woman who would put up with his trust issues and hesitation of meeting new people? to think of others and not what they could do to harm you instead.

you loved joel's fingers. you loved joel. especially when he made you feel beautiful over and over again, when he knew how to touch you and where exactly to touch you. like now, as his finger tips slowly stroke your clit with your slick, he watches you. it's his favorite thing to do.

"yeah, baby i know, i know," he whispers, a small smirk playing on his open mouthed lips, his cock throbbing painfully the more you contort your face and moan for him.

his favorite thing? to watch you cum. it's the moment it begins to peak for you, and your eyes start to flutter close even as he tells you to watch him.

"look at me baby, don't close those pretty eyes, i need to see ya cum for me, cum around my fingers," he breathes heavily, his fingers dipping inside your tight hole that never fails to make him gasp.

joel could let you stay on his fingers until the end of time, feeling how your slick drips down his hand and makes the filthiest of noises, letting him know it was all his. your eyes always pulled him in, and easily he could read the pleasure all over your face.

your eyes struggled to stay open, fluttering and yearning for him to make you release all over him. all you had to do was look into his eyes — the lust, the admiration, the adoration, everything he felt for you was on display and you felt it. his lips turned upwards as he noticed the glisten in your eyes, silently begging him.

"you're everything i need, you know that right? you were fucking made for me, sugar," your hands flew into his grown out hair and tugged.

"fuck me, joel please, please," you gasped, feeling your stomach turn as your release comes quickly, until he slips his fingers out of you and grabs you, pushing you onto the bed bent over.

"baby, it hurts," you cry, gripping the sheets as your cunt throbs and aches from the neglected orgasm. you craved it, you would've done anything to cum for him.

joel couldn't help but smile as he tugged down his jeans and boxers, releasing his painfully aching cock.

you were his, undoubtedly. the sweetest girl, kindest, most generous and selfless person, his sunshine. you were all his, and no one will ever get to see you the way he does, not like this. he knew it, you knew it. you knew he ruined you for anyone else.

"i'll make it feel better, sweetheart, i promise, let me feel ya," his hands grabbed at the thickness around your waist, squeezing and rubbing as he lands a few taps on your ass.

he didn't bother to tease you anymore, his cock prodding at your sopping hole that he couldn't get enough of. after every time you've let him inside of you, the stretch he gave was just like the first time.

you cried out for him, whining for him to fuck you how he wanted, to make you feel good and for someone who was such a sweet, shy girl—something in joel brought it out of you.

he slid his length fully into you, groaning at the feeling of your ass pressed against him, covering his bottom half fully and having your tight cunt wrapped around him. his urge to fuck you until you knew you were never going anywhere without him caught up to him.

"oh, oh fuck baby," he groaned, pulling almost completely out until you took a breath, and slammed himself back into your cervix. if you were trying to keep it quiet now, you failed.

luckily for you, upstairs wasn't crowded as it was downstairs with the music, the people, the drunks.

your cries and moans only turned him on more, the way your dress rode up your ass and to your thick waist, how you practically laid and gave yourself to him how he wanted. for some reason, he'd never felt more primal than he did now. he wanted to claim you, to keep you, and the pure thought of ever being fucking stupid enough to lose you to another man only makes him desperate for you to know that.

he slips out of you for a moment, making you whine as he flips you over and crawls right between your plentiful thighs to spread you open and see all of you.

"pretty fuckin' pussy, look at ya, fuckin' cryin' f'me, got such a wet cunt and it's cause of how much you want this cock," he boasts, moving his hand from your thigh to your chest, squeeze your breasts as he goes down to rub over the stomach you tended to hide more often than not, just to reach your throbbing clit.

"baby, please, i can't, y-you said it would be quick," you said breathless, hoping to catch a breather before you feel his massive length practically in your throat. he never failed to make you feel good, and you loved him for it.

his fingers gathered your slick between the fat of your lips and slid them up to your clit, rubbing firm circles as he watched you shut your eyes and cry again. he loved how sensitive you were, how vulnerable you were.

"guess i'm a bad man for lyin' huh? let me make it up to you, let me make this little cunt feel good, yeah baby? how's that sound? you can have your cock in my little cunt," he grunted as he slid back inside of you, still rubbing on your sore nub.

your eyes opened up to the ceiling of tommy and maria's bedroom, looking around in a haze to see photos and framed pictures of the family, of you and joel. he was yours too. all of him was yours and it didn't help the situation between your legs. but you couldn't refocus until joel grabbed your cheeks and turned your head to face him, pressing his body into yours with your legs on his shoulders.

"answer me baby, how's this cock feel in this tight fuckin' pussy?" he groaned as he bucked his hips fully into you, sliding out and thrusting harder. you couldn't speak, actually. your voice was caught in your throat, it was unbelievably erotic how he had you folded in half as he pounded your cunt until it was sore.

"f-feel, feels, mmugh, feels-," your eyes did it again, they fluttered and went blurry as you tried to keep eye contact with joel, but it was almost impossible. he had you stuck by your cheeks gripping your jaw, pounding all of himself into an angled position.

"fuck baby, this is my fuckin' pussy, you know that? all. fuckin'. mine." he almost growled, he nearly sounded like he was angry trying to claim you.

you could only barely nod, nothing but whines and desperate moans flowing from your lips. ones you couldn't even control if you wanted to. the sound of his cock slipping in and out of your count drew you mad, throbbing around his length was what was telling him you were close.

"what if i filled this pretty pussy up, huh? let me bust my load inside of this sloppy cunt? you want me t'put a baby in this tummy, mama?" he was spurring himself on, the thought of you pregnant with his child was too inviting he couldn't deny himself.

it did something to you too. your cunt spasmed around his cock before you could even register what was happening, and you let out a stressed cry, a moaning mess as you gushed over him.

it was enough force to nearly push him out of your hole, but he kept up with his pace as he smiled and fucked you even harder, faster and with more passion.

"you fuckin' liked that, yeah? i know you want me t' knock ya up, let everybody know you're carryin' my fuckin' kid, i'm the one who did this, baby." you were chanting his name incessantly, scratching at his skin and legs shaking as his cock became too much for your abused pussy.

"please, cum in me, breed me, fill me up, need it, wanna be pregnant for you, put a baby in me," you were slurring, and you pulled his hand from your cheeks and stuck your tongue out, putting his two fingers in your mouth and sucking. he almost went insane, watching you wrap your mouth around his fingers the way you do when you take his cock on your knees.

he's overly obsessed with you. he'd kill for you. he'd die for you. he'd sacrifice his entire world for you, if it meant you were his.

"you'd be such, fuck sweetheart fuck, such a pretty fuckin' mama," he whined into your ear as he leaned down and left kisses on your cheek.

he felt his balls tighten up, his thrusts getting sloppy and sloppier as his pants and moans become whinier.

"please, please give me your cum, make me a mama, please," you cried, feeling your own release creeping up your spine again. you moved his fingers to your clit, and he sat on his knees as he spread your legs again, finding your clit and rubbing sloppily as he finally released inside of you.

you felt the warmth of his cum spreading inside of you, rope after rope of him sticking to your warm walls, and combined with his sloppy fingers it made your cunt tighten, a sharp and short release finding you again.

joel groaned at the feeling, making sure he fucked his cum into you as you climaxed again and making sure it sticks.

he stayed inside of you a while, just looking at you and your figure, the way your eyes struggled to stay open long enough to keep eye contact with him. he was in love with you, he didn't see how anyone couldn't be.

joel moves again and you whine, eyes meeting his as he apologizes. "sorry baby, i'm just hopin' i see a little version of us runnin' around in approximately nine months."

you sheepishly laugh, moaning when he finally slips out of you and spreads your cunt to see a mixture of your cum leaking out of your hole.

"please come clean me up so we can go home and fuck in our own bed. and we need to burn these sheets. maria is going to hate me if she finds out i got pregnant in her house."

thanks 4 reading i know i havent posted in forever but i couldn't get this out of my mind because joel miller is a fat girl worshipper and i will die on that hill. okay thanks 4 everything pls like and share :p

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whentommymetalfie · 26 days

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sugar baby tommy and sugar daddy alfie is such a need my god they would be an unstoppable power couple

Couldn’t agree more it just Makes Sense❤️ and phew the THouGHTS about this…. Allow me to be sappy and self indulgent

Tommy having Alfie fully wrapped around his little finger (and Alfie 100% realising this because he’s an intelligent man after all, but having zero issues with it). There’s nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for him, nothing he wouldn’t buy, no one he wouldn’t kill. Tommy just gives him one of those looks, lashes low over his eyes and it’s done.

Alfie just showering Tommy in presents. New race horse? You got it. Ten new horses? No problem princess, do you want me to buy you a giant estate JUST to keep said horses, and a fully staffed stable? Already bought it. If Tommy so much looks at of something -Alfie buys him ten. And he buys him flowers. A lot of flowers, because it’s the ultimate luxury really, they just stand there looking pretty and serve no other function. Flowers and expensive whiskey and silver cigarette cases and lighters and a new bespoke suit for every occasion (possibly something in silk too. A robe maybe... something for the bedroom) Honestly if Alfie could find a way to buy Tommy the moon he would.

If Alfie got his way Tommy wouldn’t have to ever lift a finger again, but well, he can accept it if Tommy insists on being involved in business. It’s good recreation, Alfie reckons. As long as it doesn’t get too dangerous or exhausting -you better believe he makes sure things are running smoothly. If someone so much as looks at Tommy the wrong way, it’s over for them quicker than they can blink.

Oof and Tommy sitting in on meetings with Alfie simply because enjoys watching Alfie flex his muscles, head tilted ever so slightly to the side and giving him the occasional faint smile in appreciation, or a flutter of his lashes, and Alfie feels like not only the most powerful man in all of London and possibly the world but the luckiest one as well.

Business has never been better. And honestly the hardest part of this whole thing is getting Tommy stop wearing himself out, which he has a tendency to do despite being cared for. But Alfie is working on it. He’s got his ways (many of those ways involve taking care of Tommy so thoroughly in bed that he’s 1, too sore, 2, too satiated and 3, all around too fucked out to get himself into trouble). And Tommy might glare and pout about it on occasion but deep down he revels in having someone else call the shots for once.

#tommy x alfie #sorry this got away from me!#enjoyed getting silly and fluffy for a bit #tommy as a sugar baby it just feels... right #it's what he DESERvES #answered asks #anon ask

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imliterallyellie · 2 months

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hiiii, love! how about a lil kitchen-domestic moment between ellie and reader where they’re trying out a new recipe. the catch is that they’re failing miserably at actually making the dish because they keep getting distracted by each other (dancing, laughing, making jokes, teasing each other, anything). mkay bye thank you sm MWAH 😙♥️

is this thing on? 🎤

ellie is a pest in the kitchen

a/n changed this up a little bc i feel like ellie being annoying in the kitchen while u cook or bake is canon

“no els, it was 1 cup of sugar!” you quickly swatted your girlfriend’s hand away, making sure she didn’t ruin all the hard work from the afternoon.

when maria told you about her plans to throw tommy a little surprise party for his birthday, you immediately took it upon yourself to take care of some baked goods. thursdays meant free afternoons for you, free of any chores, which gave you some time to get to work on one of your favorite desserts of all time; red velvet cake.

either there was a catch; thursdays didn’t only mean free afternoons for you, but also for your girlfriend, and the two of you rarely spent any of that precious, free time not together. so when you told ellie that you were gonna spend your afternoon in the kitchen, baking a cheesecake for tommy’s birthday, there was no way she wasn’t going to be right on your tail.

you thought it could be fun, baking with her. although you had tried many times to get her to help you in the kitchen with anything, it wasn’t really her cup of tea. but the idea of you working away on a delicious, sweet red velvet cake, and her missing the chance to steal some every now and then, must’ve convinced her to be your right hand that day.

“hmm- ‘m sorry, baby. i thought it was 2 cups.” she gave you a sheepish smile, before putting down the cup and cleaning up the sugar that spilled on the counter when you swatted her hand away earlier. you got back to work on the cake, looking back at the recipe every now and then to make sure you got the right ingredients and measurements, you really didn’t want to mess this one up.

you thought, after her little moment with the sugar, she would retreat herself back in the living room, but none of that. a couple moments went by before you felt a pair of slender arms circling your waist, swaying the both of you to the background music that was playing in the kitchen. “can’t you take a break, baby? you’ve been working so hard this afternoon. need’ya to get some rest too, hmm?” you leaned your head back against her chest, rethinking her words. it had been a couple hours, and ellie was probably right, but you couldn’t really take a break right now. not when tommy’s birthday party was in less than 24 hours, and you wouldn’t have much time to finish it tomorrow.

“i can’t, baby. just give me another hour or so, okay? i promise i’ll be all yours then.” ellie didn’t reply, but she nuzzled her face in the crook of your neck, definitely not planning on leaving anytime soon. her current position meant that whenever you tried to move around the kitchen, you’d have her body to carry around with you. it was normal for ellie to get this clingy on your day off. throughout the other days of the week you both got quite busy, whether it was patrol or any other tasks in jackson, you were both very often first in line, always eager to help out the community. that meant you often went a whole day without seeing each other, ellie out the door before you got up and your girlfriend already sleeping after a long day from patrol, before you come back from cleaning the stables.

before you could swat her hand away, she dipped her index finger in the sugary batter that was slowly but surely coming together, and swiped it off on the tip of your nose. “ellieee, c’mon baby. gosh you’re so annoying.” you wiped the batter of your nose, before she repeated her action, over and over again all over your face.

“williams, you better stop, before there’s not any batter left for the cake.”

“oh, are we on last name level now?”

“if you keep being such a pain in the ass we will be, yes!”

she tried her luck one more time, flicking some of the sugary delicacy onto your neck. before you could scold her for wasting more of it, she shut you up by lowering her head to your neck and licking it off. you whimpered lowly, slightly taken aback by your girlfriend’s actions.

“not so annoyed anymore now, are we?” ellie pulled her head out of your neck and looked at you with a smug smile, clearly proud of what she just did. you tried to turn around in her embrace but failed, her strong arms picking you up and putting you on the counter, hungrily kissing you.

“it’s only 4pm, we’ve got some time to finish this cake tonight. i bet you taste more sweet anyway.”

#is this thing on?#torlex speaking 🌿#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fluff

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thetriumphantpanda · 10 months

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two is better than one | joel & tommy miller

Summary | Frustrated that whatever you're trying to do still isn't working, you decide to give it one more try with Joel before cooling off for a while. Tommy is back to keep an eye on the both of you this time, but what happens when he starts to feel a little left out, watching his brother bring his girl over the edge more times than he cares to count?

Warnings | I swear I always start this the same way so here we go: Tommy getting cucked but also getting involved this time 👀, Joel being a fucking menace, dirty talk, oral sex (F&M receiving), face sitting, breeding kink, unprotected PiV sex, talk of infertility, no use of Y/N

Word Count | 3.8k

Authors Note | Whew. When I tell you this little threesome has been rotting my brain, I'm not lying. This is the only thing I can focus on, hence them being updated so fast! I just wanted to say a huge thank you to you all for the continued love you're giving this series - it honestly blows my mind every time that it's something you guys enjoy, that my writing reaches so many people and that they lap that shit up. I'm so grateful to everyone who has taken the time to comment, send me asks, reblogs and those who have slid into my DMs with all the love. I see you, I hear you, and I love you all - thank you. I hope you enjoy this next part just as much as the rest - it's a doozy. You know the drill, if you did like it, please consider reblogging, commenting or sending the love to my ask box, it's what keeps me going. And if you'd like to leave me a tip (of course no pressure!), then here's my Ko-Fi.

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Another month and another fucking negative pregnancy test. You knew it was irrational, but you were starting to think that maybe you were also part of the problem now. You’d been doing everything right, following all the advice in the books you’d bought almost a year ago when Tommy and you had first started trying for a baby. You’d been exercising, eating as healthily as possible, tried to keep yourself a stress-free as possible. You’d been keeping a close eye on your cycle and still, nothing to show for it.

When you clambered down the stairs, test in hand and flung it in Tommy’s direction, he already knew. He could see the heavy set of your shoulders, the quiet sniffling of you trying to hide the fact you were crying. Tommy had settled you on the couch, covered you in a blanket and made you some tea. Then he’d made your favourite meal for dinner, even driven to the store and picked up Diet Coke, emptied a can into a glass filled with ice and lime juice like you loved, but none of it really helped to soothe how upset you were.

The TV was on low, and he had your head in his lap, slowly stroking the strands of your hair as you tried to calm yourself down. Remind yourself that even the most fertile of couples needed to try for months sometimes before they had their first baby. It was stupid to think you’d be any different.

“You’re thinkin’ way too loud, sugar.” Tommy muses, letting his hand run up and down your arm instead.

“Sorry,” You mumble, “Just thought it would be easier.”

“I know,” He coos, “We can take a break for a while, if you want.”

You turn so you’re led on your back, looking right up at him, “I just want a baby.” You feel a tear slip down your cheek to pool near your ear.

Tommy uses his thumb to brush away the tears that have started to fall, bobbing his leg up and down gently to try and soothe you, “It’s still fresh,” He speaks softly, “Let’s give it a couple of days and see what you want to do, okay?”

You nod in agreement, feeling the beginnings of a headache pooling behind your eyes. You push yourself up into a sitting position and turn around to press a soft kiss to his lips, “I’m gonna go to bed,” You announce, “Headache.”

He lets you go, it’s still early and you know there’s the game highlights he wanted to watch. In bed, you can do nothing but toss and turn for a few hours. Every time you’d try to close your eyes, all you could see was vision of you and Joel, in all the different positions he’d put you in so far, and all for what? When the bedside clock hit 10:30, you head out to use the bathroom. As you near the door at the top of the stairs you can hear Tommy talking to someone, through the phone because his is the only voice you can hear.

“I know, brother, she’s just really beat up about it,” You hear him say, “I don’t know how to make it better.”

You lean against the closed bathroom door, wondering if perhaps you should leave Tommy to talk to Joel. There’s a pause where you can hear Tommy humming along to whatever Joel is saying on the other end of the phone.

“I dunno man,” Tommy sighs, “You managed to knock Sarah’s mom up on a one-night stand, guess I thought it would be easier for you.”

There’s another pause, then he’s speaking again.

“No Joel, all of her tests came back perfect,” Another sigh, “I was always the problem.”

You’re about to push down the handle to go to the bathroom when Tommy speaks again, “I don’t know, maybe we should just cool it for a while, we’re all gonna work ourselves up otherwise.”

You decide you don’t really want to hear the rest of the conversation. You sit on the toilet and let your face drop to your hands in frustration. Why couldn’t you just be normal? Why couldn’t you have been a nice, normal couple, having a baby in the most natural way possible? Why did this have to come along and fucking complicate everything? And why did Joel have to be so fucking good to you every time?

You wash your hands under the tap, water as scalding as it could go, just in order to feel something that wasn’t frustration before you head to bed. There’s no longer the sound of voices as you pad back across the hall and get back into bed, shutting off the lights and curling onto one side, knees as close to your chest as you can manage to get them. It’s not long before you can hear Tommy shuffling around upstairs. He pushes open the bedroom door quietly, obviously thinking you’re already asleep. You can hear him undressing before he's slipping onto his side of the bed, pulling your body close to his under the covers as he spoons you.

You let your own arm cover his over your waist as you lean back into the comfort of his chest, letting his breath fan across the skin of your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your skin.

“I wanna try again,” You speak softly into the dark, feeling Tommy’s arm’s squeeze you tighter, “Once more and then we cool it for a while.”

“You sure?” He asks into your ear, lips pressing to the sensitive skin behind your ear.

“I’m sure.” You respond, turning around in his arms to capture his lips in yours.

When the time comes to try again, it’s you who greets Joel at the door when he knocks. Tommy already upstairs and situated in the chair he had taken the first time you’d done this as a three. Joel leans down, lips just millimeters from your own, but instead of kissing your mouth, he places a soft kiss to your cheek instead.

“Hello, darlin’.”

You step up onto your tiptoes to press your own kiss to his face, just shy of the corner of his mouth – the kisses from last time still a secret between the two of you.

“Evening handsome,” You smile, pulling away from him to close the door as he steps inside, “You ready?”

“To give you what you want?” He smirks, “Always, pretty girl.”

You feel that telltale heat flush across your cheeks as Joel pulls you into his side, hand dipping down to squeeze your ass over the fabric of the robe you’d thrown on moments ago. God, why did he have to be so fucking intoxicating around you?

You take hold of his hand in yours, leading him up the stairs behind you. Tommy was reading a book as you entered the room, folding the corner of the page before setting it down on the nightstand closest to the chair. You can’t help but snigger as you watch him and Joel give each other the typical male greeting of a curt nod of the head.

You drag Joel by the arm to the foot of the bed, pushing his shoulders down so he sits on the edge. Then you take a step back and tug on the belt of your robe, letting it fall open and off your body to leave you completely naked in front of him. You watch his face as he trails those beautiful brown eyes over your body, letting out a low whistle of approval.

“Beautiful as ever, darlin’,” He compliments, reaching out a hand for you to take, “But you’re worked up, ain’t ya? And not in the good way.”

Your eyes flit to Tommy in the corner of the room, who has that smug ‘I told you so’ look on his face. You’d been itching for Tommy to arrange this since that ovulation test said you were in the zone, but Joel had been working away for the past two days, and now you were worried that if you didn’t hurry the fuck up, you’d miss your chance.

Joel reaches out and puts his hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you into him, he’s looking up at you, pressing hot kisses to the skin of your tummy, “Gotta relax babygirl,” He moans, “I’m tryin’ my damned hardest, but you just gotta let nature take its course.”

“Just frustrating.” You mumble.

“I know baby, I know,” He’s got his hands palming your tits now, “Long as I need to, I’ll keep fillin’ you up, y’hear me?”

Your breath catches in your throat and all you can do is nod as he moves himself back on the bed.

Joel leans back on the bed, his head just shy of the pillows, “Sit on my face, pretty girl.”

You’re almost embarrassed at how quickly you scramble yourself onto the bed, moving up to straddle his hips – even Tommy is chuckling from his chair.

“Can’t get enough of Joel’s mouth on your pussy, can you, sugar?” He speaks in a low voice.

Joel has his hands on your ass, guiding your naked body to hover over his face before his hands are slipping up to your hips to pull your cunt to his mouth. He wastes no time in getting straight to business, wide tongue licking stripes from your entrance, where he laps up your slick like a cat would cream, to those deliciously tight flicks of the tip of his tongue to your clit. You can hear him groaning into your pussy, your hand coming down to anchor itself into his hair to hold him still as you start grinding against his face.

You can hear the obscene slurps that he’s making underneath you, it’s half the reason you think it takes you no time at all to reach the edge, because he fucking enjoys this just as much as you do, he loves tasting you, loves making you feel good and you can feel that, can feel it on his mouth.

As you throw your head back as Joel’s tongue swipes perfectly across your clit, you catch Tommy in the corner of the room. He’s palming himself through his jeans as he watches you, your body writhing as his brother’s mouth brings you closer and closer to the edge. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? You think, if you asked if he wanted you to help him out.

“You feeling left out baby?” You coo, reaching your hand out for Tommy to take, “Joel gets my pussy tonight,” You punctuate with a grind of your pussy down onto his mouth, “But I can help you, if you want.”

He’s standing at the edge of the bed in minutes, his hand pressing into the back of your neck, not unlike how he tries to work the knots from there when you watch TV together. It’s soft and it’s loving and a complete juxtaposition to the vice grip that Joel’s fingers currently have on your hips.

Your lips are impossibly close to Tommy’s, you could easily lean forward and kiss him, instead, you have a demand, “Take off your pants.”

Tommy’s hands start to undo the belt holding his jeans up, so you turn your attention back to Joel between your thighs. He is expertly holding you right on the edge, you’re mewling and whining as he tongue works you to the edge, and then pulls away, moving down to gather more of your slick on his tongue.

You drop your head and catch his eyes looking up at you, “You gonna tease me all night, Miller?” You ask, voice cracking as he makes a point to suckle on your clit, making you cry out, “Fuck, make me come, please Joel.”

All of a sudden, Tommy’s hand is on your face, pulling your mouth to his own in a searing kiss as he guides your hand to his cock. You’re moaning, a combination of the fact that any second, Joel’s mouth is going to have you screaming and the fact that it’s Tommy kissing you, his cock you’re currently pumping through your fist. It’s delicious and it’s filthy and it should feel all shades of wrong, but it fucking doesn’t.

You feel it in your legs first, the way they begin to shake and pulse and your thighs clamp around Joel’s face. Then you feel it in your abdomen, like a knot unfurling all at once as pleasure bursts over every inch of your skin. Your mouth detaching from Tommy’s, so you can cry out his brother’s name as you feel yourself almost collapse onto him.

“Such a good girl,” Tommy breathes into your ear, your hand still firmly held around his cock, “So good when you come for us like that.”

You feel Joel’s hands tapping at the cheeks of your ass, telling you to lift yourself off his face which you do, dragging yourself down enough so that you’re sat across his chest, not caring that your leaking pussy is dragging slick all over him. His face is covered, covered in you. He’s grinning up at you like the devil, tongue circling his mouth to clean your taste from wherever he can reach.

“I gotta be inside you, pretty girl.” You can hear his gruff voice speak.

Tommy immediately moves back from you so you can settle yourself down on the bed. You start on your back, but Joel moves you to lie on your side. He’s still fully clothed behind you, but when he presses himself up against you, you can feel his thick cock straining in his jeans.

“Take your clothes off.” Is all you can manage to whine as Tommy settles on his knees on the space in front of you, taking the back of your head in the palm of his hand to bring your mouth to his cock.

Joel shuffles away from you and you feel the mattress lighten as he gets off the bed to shed his clothes. You almost wish you could watch, there’s something about the way Joel reveals his body to you that drives you wild. The way he drags his shirt off to reveal his broad frame, chest peppered with hair, or the way his cock bounces when he finally pulls off his underwear. But right now, you’re focused on making your man feel good.

You’re making sure that you’re doing it exactly as Tommy likes, almost telling him through the ministrations of your mouth how grateful you are for him, for this being his idea, for loving you enough and trusting you enough to let someone else give you what he cannot. You’re giving all the attention of your tongue to the head of Tommy’s weeping cock, tasting the salt and musk of his pre-cum, using one had to pump the base of his cock.

You can feel Joel settle back behind you, pressing his entire body against your own, hard cock slipping through the slick folds of your cunt as he settles himself in the right position, then, he’s taking hold of your leg, hand in the crux of your knee to pull it up, baring his prize. He slowly inches his cock inside your tight heat and suddenly it’s all a little overwhelming.

You’re giving the love of your life the kind of head you’ve only ever seen in porn, Tommy taking most of the control to thrust in and out of your mouth. You’re pretty sure the tears falling from your eyes are a mixture of his length hitting the back of your throat and the overwhelming emotion, love, and admiration you feel for both the men who are crowding your body, owning it, taking what they both want, one of them hopefully leaving you with what you want.

You pull your face away from Tommy’s cock for a moment, still giving his length the attention it needs, but you let yourself lean into Joel behind you, his cock still moving languidly inside you. He’s got one of his arms snaked under your neck, your head leant against his arm like a pillow, his other hand holding your leg up so that every time his cock brushes inside you, it’s hitting that damn spot that makes you want to cry.

“Look at you, lucky girl,” Joel growls into your ear as his lifts your leg up higher, pushing it almost to lie flat aagainst your side, “One cock in that pretty little pussy, another in your mouth,” You let a moan, muffled by the fact that Tommy is currently doing a slap-up job of fucking your throat, “He’s a lucky man,” Joel speaks again, “Bet that mouth feels divine.”

“You ask nicely, she might oblige you, brother.”

You feel him puff air through his nose in a chuckle, “I’m quite happy right where I am,” He speaks, pumping his cock so deep inside you that you actually think you can see stars, “You’re a lucky son-of-a-bitch gettin’ this for the rest of your life.”

“She’s special, I’ll give you that.”

It’s like you have to prove him right now. You can feel the walls of your pussy clenching around Joel as he picks up his pace. You can feel his balls slapping into your skin with every thrust, the power behind them causing your mouth to take Tommy cock deeper into your mouth every time.

“Sugar, I ain’t gonna last much longer.” You hear him speak from above you.

You pull off him, again letting your hand work him as you look up at his through your lashes, “You want me to swallow for you, baby?” You asked, wondering what you must look like when he looks down at you, fucked out from his brother, begging for him to come down your throat.

“There’s an offer I cannot refuse,” Tommy grins, letting your mouth take him back inside the warmth, “Such a good girl.”

He only lasts a few more seconds, cum hitting your tongue and seeping down your throat. You swallow down every drop, grinning up at Tommy. He leans down and plants a kiss to your lips, and now your focus is on Joel, thick and solid, pumping his cock in and out of you.

“You focus on Joel now, sugar,” He croons, “I’m gonna sit back and watch you have fun.”

As soon as Tommy has moved away from you, Joel is pulling his cock from your pussy, turning you onto your back before he’s crowding his frame over you, settling between your thighs. You’re pliant and you move easily when he hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you back as he slips his cock back inside you.

You’re gripping his arms as he fucks into you in earnest now, tip of his cock bruising your cervix with every thrust, you know he’ll have half-moon shaped marks on his arms come the morning, they’ll match the bruises he always leaves on your hips, the shape of his fingertips indented into your skin.

“God fuckin’ damnit,” Joel groan, head falling to the column of your throat to graze teeth and lips over your delicate skin, “Gonna come so deep in this fuckin’ pussy it won’t have a choice but to take, you hear me, pretty girl?”

“Fuck!” You exclaim, as he shifts just enough to change the angle that his cock is spearing into you, “Joel please.”

“Please what?” He teases, “What do you want, babygirl?”

“Inside,” You breath out, “Want you inside.”

“Yeah, want me to make you a mama?” You can feel tears pooling in your eyes, “No need to cry, pretty girl,” He leans down, folding you in half even more, almost uncomfortable, to kiss away the tears, “Gonna give you what you need.”

He thankfully moves back a little, stopping your bones from screaming at you for being folded so inhumanely, then his thumb is on your clit, “Only gonna make you a mama if you come with me,” Joel smirks, “Deal?”

“Oh god – fuck – whatever you want,” You cry, “Please, give me what I want.”

His thumb is relentless on your already sensitive clit, those tight circles have you clenching around him and when you look into his eyes you know he’s just as close as you are, “That’s it baby, you keep those big, beautiful eyes on me,” Joel’s hips are snapping into your with a force you didn’t know you could feel, it’s entirely too much and entirely too little all at the same time, “Can feel that tight little pussy suckin’ me in,” You cry out as his thumb falters and drags across your clit in a way that has that not threatening to unfurl yet again, “It’s alright baby, if you come, I’ll follow, yeah?”

That’s exactly what happens. His thumb traces wet circles over your clit and you do exactly as he says. You keep your eyes wide open, staring directly into his own, as your mouth falls open with a screech as your vision clouds. Whatever happens, Joel is right behind you, his cock pounds into at most, twice more, before he’s growling your name through his teeth, cum painting every inch of your pussy. He drops your legs from his shoulders, and falls forward, letting his head rest in the crook of your neck as you both fight to catch your breath.

You wrap your arms around him but it’s all too soon before he’s pulling himself out of you, a kiss to your cheek as he does so. You’re spent and you’re aching and if you’re honest, a little overwhelmed. Joel dresses quickly, and you wish you could ask him to stay, wish he didn’t feel the need to run away, but you know it’s for the best. Tommy tells you he’ll see him out and come to bed, so you roll over and pull yourself under the sheets, trying to warm yourself from the cool air that’s spattering across the sweat of your skin.

Tommy is back within minutes having seen Joel off. He shed his clothes and moves right up behind you, gathering you into his arms. He takes some time to press kisses into your neck and across your shoulders and for some reason, it sets your belly on fire. How have you been fucked so thoroughly by another man, this man’s own brother, and now you’re aching for this man behind you.

“I love you so much, Tommy,” You whisper into the dark, clutching at his arms wrapped around you, “So fucking much.”

“I love you too baby,” He whispers into your ear, stilling your hips as they grind back into him, “Enough of that, I’ll give you what you want tomorrow.”

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look-at-the-soul · 2 months

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Every little thing you do- Part 3

Tommy Shelby x reader

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A/N: I’m sorry I couldn’t post this past Saturday something came up, so next part will be posted on next Wednesday and so on until I go back to post each Saturday. ♥️ Thank you for reading and engaging in this little idea! It means a lot!

Word count: 3,038

After listening to the doctor assure her that the baby was fine last week, Y/N had a lot of time to think and digest all the major changes she was about to face. She couldn’t help but stay up at night and cry endlessly on her own, but after a few days Y/N had finally made a decision. It wasn’t easy, but like her grandmother had said, she didn’t have many options.

Polly had also talked to her with her heart on her sleeve. She had assured her that in the end, women did well with or without a man by their side, her own husband passed away after getting too drunk, Tommy’s father wasn’t the best example to lead a family, Y/N knew too well how their relationship ended up, Ada had married Freddy only for him passing away too soon and she had raised Karl on her own.

She was right, but there was a huge difference, regardless of the useless men in their lives, they still had their last name as support. It didn’t mean anything, but legally it granted them more rights than being a single mother. The injuries on her back had been healing, she was now able to wear her regular clothes and even though she still flinched at times from the pain, it felt nice to move around more freely.

At least she had a place to sleep and food to eat, so at the moment she got it covered. She needed to save as much money as she could though, she had to think of the future.

Staring out the window, she noticed Tommy parking outside, so she rushed downstairs.

“Tommy,” Y/N greeted him. He had been to London, but barely stayed for a night. “How was your trip?”

Tommy hesitated for an instant. Under different circumstances he would’ve shared the new business Mr. Churchill had mentioned at their meeting, but he thought Y/N already had enough in her plate to add anymore pressure. He was still deciding how to manage everything with the Russians and until he got clearer instructions he’d try to keep her out of it.

“Good. I still need to go back next week though.” He followed Y/N into the kitchen, placing a small paper bag on the table. “Brought you something.”

Y/N filled two cups of the tea she started earlier and as she was about to take them to the table, Tommy rushed to get them from her hands.

“I can walk around with them, Tom. I’m only pregnant.” Y/N chuckled at his sudden protectiveness.

“Yeah, what if you feel dizzy? You could burn yourself.” He added worryingly.

But Y/N was busy drooling over the bread Tommy brought.

“Well?” Tommy gave her a long look as he added sugar to his tea.

Y/N looked up at Tommy with her mouth full, the bread was so good!

“Oh! Right… I just wanted to ask if you’re still good with the idea of me living in Arrow House? I don’t want this to cause you troubles with someone.” She took a deep breath and stared down at her hands.

Tommy blinked a couple of times in confusion. “Problems with who? What do you mean?”

It was hard to put her feelings into words, the right words as a matter of fact. Lately she had been having lots of big feelings, lots of things to be afraid of…

Y/N moved nervously. “I’ve never been noisy about your personal affairs Tom, and I don’t want to be in the middle in case you’ve a-a you know… a woman in your life.” She admitted, her voice trailing off by the end.

He squinted his eyes, not quite believing what he just heard. Then he started laughing, a loud, genuine laugh. “This is ridiculous, you’ve nothing to worry about.”

Only then, she dared to look at him, to read his expression.

“Is this what’s keeping you from accepting? Y/N, look,” Tommy took a few steps towards her, his hands found their way to her cheeks to make her look at him. “I’m going to help you no matter what. Just tell me if you accept or not, I’ll take care of the rest.”

They have had each others back over the years, and now it wouldn’t be different.

“I do need to ask you for a favor though.” Y/N folded her arms. “I will need that job you offered me as secretary a while ago.”

“But you’re pregnant.” He protested.

She was already shaking her head. “I don’t want your pity or charity, I need to work.”

With a sigh, Tommy found himself nodding in agreement. She was stubborn and wouldn’t stay still for too long.

“Deal. Although if you feel sick…”

“I’ll take it easy, I promise.”

This time, it was Tommy who pulled her in for a hug, grateful because Y/N accepted the help he was offering genuinely.

“What made you change your mind from your initial decision?” He asked with curiosity.

Y/N took a sip of her tea, feeling grateful after noticing her stomach was taking it nicely. “My grandma helped me see it through. This is the most decent offer I’ll probably get.”

“So you’re accepting because it’s your only option?” Tommy teased.

“Shut up.” She shoved him slightly on the shoulder.

She still needed to send a letter to Lady Winchester to let her know she wouldn’t be able to return to work. Until now she had lied and said she got sick and didn’t want to risk her, but she needed to digest this upcoming change first.

Later that week, Y/N had officially moved into Arrow House. She didn’t own many things other than her clothes that her grandmother managed to take from her house, her hairbrush and a small bag that Polly gave her. So here she was, on her way to an unknown future full of uncertainty, but with a little baby growing inside her. And the incondicional support of the people who were so close to her heart.

Everyone in the Shelby family had been nothing but kind and welcoming to her, offering to help her carry whatever she had on her hands, telling her how they would welcome the baby with a peaky cap and defend her from cruel comments.

Her eyes danced around, she still gasped at the sight of the spacious foyer, the only difference she noticed is that it now had more furniture and different curtains.

“Mary.”

“Good evening Mr. Shelby, may I take your coat?” A maid welcomed them, moving fast to get the coat from him, she then pointed at the briefcase. She even had uniform!

“This is Miss YL/N, she’ll use the guest bedroom I asked you to prepare.” Then he turned to face Y/N. “Mary will help you with everything, please make yourself at home.”

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N admitted with a smile, but deep down she was in shock to see that a maid was practically guessing Tommy’s every move.

“Of course Mr. Shelby.” The maid gave her a subtle look, but didn’t ask any more questions. “Follow me Miss.”

Turning around, Tommy changed his mind. “Actually… Mary take her suitcase upstairs, Y/N come with me.”

Feeling overwhelmed, she followed him, crossing a huge room, Tommy explained her it was his office, he was holding the door open for her to walk in.

“An office! Look at this place… it’s bigger than our kitchen and living room together.” Y/N couldn’t believe this, she took her time to take everything in; the impressive desk, the endless bookshelves -some where still empty-, the fireplace. “You got a painting?!”

Tommy looked down, understanding her surprise. “Is it too much?” Sometimes it all felt surreal to him.

Y/N didn’t think it was her place to point wherever it was or not too much, he could do whatever he pleased with his wealth.

“It’s just I’m not used to all of this.” She shuddered.

There was something different sparkling in his eyes. It was like she was watching the boy with big dreams and killer smile all over again.

“Yeah… me neither.”

Tommy took a long puff of his cigarette, but Y/N wrinkled her nose.

“Are you feeling sick?” He noticed the sounds she made, she was holding her stomach with one hand.

“I think it’s the smell of the cigarette.”

“Shit.” Tommy opened the window and curtains to allow some fresh air to get in and then he stomped his almost untouched cigarette on the ashtray. “Better?”

“Thanks.” She then chuckled. “Sorry I don’t want to be a burden for you.”

“Hey it’s fine, it’s just a cigarette.” He waved at the air to keep the smell from concentrating in the room.

A knock on the door caught their attention, Y/N even jumped in her seat a little.

“Mr. Shelby, dinner will be ready shortly.” Mary announced.

He nodded and asked for a glass of water for Y/N.

“This feels so surreal if you ask me.” She made a funny face that made him laugh.

“I guess I’ll get used to it.”

Pouring some whiskey into the new glassware set he got, he thought about it.

“Look at us.” Y/N said absently, her face moving towards the ceiling. “Who would have thought you’d get a place like this and I’d be expecting a child without a male support.” She rubbed a hand on her still non-existent bump.

Tommy clicked his tongue and gave her an offended look. “What about me?”

“You know what I mean.” She added after noticing his eyes fixed on her.

“How about dinner?” He offered his hand to Y/N. “Let’s see what the chef prepared. Ey?”

Earning another chuckle from Y/N guided her towards the opposite end. A huge table set just for them.

“There’s another painting!” Y/N pointed through gritted teeth.

A huge portrait of Tommy hanged immaculately on the wall. She could barely keep up with the things going on in her life, but it seemed to be surprise after surprise with his own news.

“Just ignore it.” Tommy suggested taking his place at very end, right under the painting. “I needed to spend some money.”

Rolling her eyes at him, Y/N joined him unsure. “Where should I sit then?”

Patting the place next to him, Tommy stood up. “Right here, next to me.” And he held the chair for her, like a true gentleman. A gesture no one had ever made towards her.

“Are you sure I can’t sleep downstairs? I’ll take me forever to walk down… image how I’ll roll down once I get all heavy?”

The image of her swollen stomach invaded his mind for a second, Tommy stopped with his hand holding the glass midway, until he shook his head a little.

“You always love to exaggerate it, it’s not so big.” He added as come back.

“It’s huge and you know it.” She added just before the maids brought their plates.

Y/N was about to take a bite of her food when she noticed something.

“Tommy.” She whispered, making Tommy lean forward. “Do they have to stay there and stare? This is awkward.”

Tommy laughed freely.

“Mary, would you give us a moment?”

“What if you need-”

“I’ll call you.” He interrupted.

She was surprised to see them following Tommy’s requests in a heartbeat. They were eager to please him in every possible way.

“This is insane, they’re watching your every move.”

Tommy chuckled unsure of what to say, he was still trying to adjust to this new lifestyle, trying to be part of a select club to fit in the upper class.

“Well I’m paying them a ridiculous amount of money.”

“You know what I mean.” She stated smirking.

He did, of course he did.

This was the kind of things people like he and Y/N could only dream a few years ago.

“Just enjoy it, you’ll get used to it.”

He smiled at his friend, understanding her confusion. A major change like that in his life didn’t happen overnight, it took time and a lot of effort to built the fucking empire he now owned. It was about damn time that he started getting a small luxury like that property or the service for the place.

Y/N had to admit the food was delicious, she had never tasted anything better than that meal.

“I’m really proud of you.” She expressed as they finished. “It’s like you made your dreams come true, you made it out of Small Heath not from the back door, you made it through the main gate.”

Tommy swallowed hard, Y/N was the only person that had celebrated with him the small victories just as the big ones. He was lost for words, to realize that she felt proud of him meant more that he could express.

“Would you like dessert?” Mary asked folding her hands.

Turning to face Y/N, Tommy realized the way her eyes sparkled. “Just one for her, please.”

She groaned. “This is going to be a problem, you’re going to make me put on some weight with all of this food.”

“Well you need to feed that baby.” Tommy leaned his elbows on the table.

“You don’t even know how grateful I am to have you in my life, you’re saving our lives.” She touched his arm.

“That’s what friends do.” He chuckled as he saw her mouthwatering expression over the plate.

A few moments later, Tommy walked her towards her bedroom.

“This is insane, a small living room inside my bedroom?!” Y/N couldn’t believe how spacious it was.

“There’s the walk in closet, and this additional wardrobe, the vanity… everything you might need.” He added pacing around, slowly. Hands hiding in his pockets. “I think you will particularly enjoy this.”

He then pointed at the window seat. Y/N gasped in surprise, she hadn’t noticed it.

“Woah… Tommy.”

When she turned around, Tommy noticed the tears in her eyes.

“Hey what’s wrong?” He stepped closer.

“You’re just so good to me, I can’t thank you enough for providing a roof to sleep under.” Y/N sobbed.

Her vulnerability broke him. It tore him apart to realize how hard this was to her. His arms found their way around her immediately.

Emotions coming out in the form of tears.

“Y/N… talk to me.”

“It’s just…sad to see my own family doing this to me. The days I spent at Watery Lane, they never went to ask how I was doing.” A sudden sob interrupted her explanation. “To check if I needed something.”

He didn’t know what to say, her family’s message was clear and he could only imagine how she was feeling.

“But you’ve my family,” he offered rubbing her back, “we’ll be with you every step of the way. Try to forget about it, you need to be calm.” He then took a step back, but kept touching her arm, “Think of your baby.”

That seemed to do the trick, because his words made Y/N smile.

“You’re so right.” Y/N took a deep breath. “Scott made his choice and so did my family. From now on it will be this baby, me, Grandma, you and the Shelby family. That’s all I need.”

A half smile appeared on her face. He knew the process wouldn’t be easy, it’d take her some time to rebuild herself, but she had the determination and courage to carry on with whatever obstacle life decided to make her face.

A flash back ran through Tommy’s mind, he went back to the warehouse and he could still hear Scott’s pleads for his life. The blinders had been playing with him for a while and Tommy took his time. But when he faced him, Scott’s eyes were fully swollen, an ugly lip cut and several bruises all over his face.

“You thought you could fuck off like a rat?! Ey?!” He shouted in his face, yanking his hair so Scott could be face to face with him. “Thought it would fun to mess around with Y/N?”

A twisted smirk appeared on Scott’s lips, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Tommy so he moved his hand back and hit him hard across the face with his fist several times.

“This is for fooling Y/N.” Tommy announced and kicked him.

“And this for not taking responsibility over the baby.” He kicked Scott between his legs this time. “Fucking coward.”

Now, with Scott lying on his back groaning in pain, Tommy stepped over him, holding him by the shirt with one hand. “And this for telling me to fuck off.”

It took three blinders to make Tommy step back, he was determined to finish him. He had to take deep breaths through his mouth from the exertion and adrenaline rush. His heart was pumping so hard and fast against his ribs.

“I want you out of the city and you better never come back. Because next time I’ll fucking kill you.”

End of flashback.

“You’re safe now.” Tommy helped her gently to sit on the edge of the bed. “You can have a new beginning here with your baby. I can assure you, you’ll get everything you need.”

Tommy offered Y/N his handkerchief.

“You deserve everything good in world Tommy.”

She knew that he meant every word, and most importantly, he’d keep his promises.

“Now have some rest, you’ve been through a lot.” He groaned as he stood up.

“At what time should I be at the office?” Y/N asked when her friend reached the door.

“8:00 o’clock,” he winked, “but I’ll drive you. Good night.”

As she thanked her best friend one more time and wished him good night, Y/N stared at the spacious bedroom. It was unbelievable, a dream she was afraid to wake up from.

Her heart still felt heavy for not having her family’s support, but in some way she felt secure and protected under Tommy’s wing.

And for now, that was enough.

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pxgeturner · 5 months

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joel takes you, his intern, on a work trip, and fucks you in the bathroom of the convention center.

Why? why did the one intern that was chosen to go to the yearly conference be you? all the other interns are just going to snicker behind your back that you don’t deserve it because now they think you’re sleeping with mr. miller. But you got here on your own merit.

worst part is, they’re half right.

you are having sex with joel.

you’re having sex with joel right now, in the bathroom, where just down the hall, tommy is starting of the company’s presentation. You have an ear pressed to the door, trying to figure out how far away he is from your and joel’s queue.

Joel pinches the softness of your thigh, perfectly time with a harsh thrust into you. you yelp and look at him, eyes beginning to water.

“sorry, doll, did that hurt?” he cups your chin, “i’m sorry, angel, I just can’t have you focusing on anything else right now.”

“but-” another thrust.

“not a word, doll. You let me worry about the timing. You just worry about how your pretty little pussy is feeling, stuffed good with my cock.” he grinds into you and your mind goes blank.

“mmm, that’s it baby, that’s it. just go nice and dumb on my cock huh?” he adjusts you, and your blouse rolls up, and your back meets the unforgiving cold of the door. You gasp and clutch joel, forcing him to bottom out in you.

he groans. “FUCK, sweetheart, what happened?”

“the.. the door is cold…”

“do y’want me to set you down on the counter?”

you grab hold of him tighter. “no! it’s wet!”

he hisses, he’s about to start seeing stars if you don’t relax soon “ok then, you feel good like this, sugar?”

“if you’re good, so am I.”

“alright then, baby, I need you to loosen your legs a little bit so I can move.” he takes a deep breath, and it’s clear to you that he wants you to do the same.

And soon enough, he’s back to moving you like the you don’t weigh anything. Your hands tangle in his hair, and your face is in his neck. You nip at him, as he puts a finger on your clit.

“c’mon angel, c’mon my dumb little baby, cum for me, let me feel it, c’mon I know you want to.”

“I wanna,” you whimper.

Every so lightly, he pinches your clit, just enough to send you over the edge. Your legs shake with force of the orgasm and joel feels you dripping onto him. He slips himself out of you, and holds you for a moment, keeping a finger on your clit to to move you through the end of your orgasm.

“angel,” he whispers into your ear, once he can tell that your coming back down to earth.

“y-yeah?”

“you squirted.” he smiles, mischievously proud. You blush and playfully smack his shoulder.

“and angel?”

“what?” you ask, slightly annoyed.

“time to get you dressed.” he sets you down on the toilet and starts wiping you up.

“joel,” your mind is starting to clear up and you don’t remember joel finishing. Proven by the sight of his still-hard cock “you’re still hard.” you try to reach over, wanting to help him finish.

He gently swats your hand away, pausing cleaning you up to pull up his pants up from his thighs and fasten them. “this was for you, not for me.” he goes back to wiping you up

“but-”

he helps you with your skirt “we’re on in five minutes, angel girl.”

soon, your blouse is fixed and your lipstick has been touched up, and joel’s helping you into your heels.

“nervous?”

“no, honestly i feel really calm.”

“because you know the stuff. you were overthinking.”

“yeah,” you nod sheepishly.

He opens the door, offering you his hand, “ready to put on a show?”

you smile and take his hand, “as long as you promise to help keep me steady.”

“i’ll always be here for you, sugar.”

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whocaresstillthelouvre · 1 month

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Domestica - A Joel Miller Drabble

Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Pairing: Pre Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader Word Count: 1,100 Summary: It's Joel's birthday, you're the best gift he can ask for. Warnings: No outbreak (happy birthday bb), smut, domestic fluff, Joel's POV. A/N: This absolutely planted in my brain and I couldn't do anything until I wrote it out. Masterlist

Heavy footsteps down the stairs, the jingle of his belt as he buckles it, the sound of a metal fork clanging against a glass bowl as eggs are whisked, the sizzle of bacon frying in the pan, Sarah gently humming a tune as the the orange juice pitcher glugs. Breakfast in the Miller household every morning plays all of the familiar sounds he loves to hear.

Every morning he wakes up reaching for you, but you’re an even earlier riser than him. The side of your bed empty, the plant that used to sit half dead on the bedside table now blooming and healthy, akin to how he feels about his life ever since you entered it.

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He wraps his arms around you as you stand at the stove flipping bacon in the pan, sneaking a kiss to your neck as Sarah’s back is turned away. “Mornin’,” he breathes against your ear loving how you instantly mold to his body.

Your body fits so perfectly against his, no matter what time of day. Innocent morning hugs while Sarah’s around, lazy evening cuddles on the couch after dinner, smoldering night time hips meeting as he enters you.

“Happy birthday,” he can hear the smile in your voice as you softly thud your head against his broad chest. “You forgot to buy pancake mix, so it’s eggs and bacon for breakfast.”

“Fine by me,” he says against your head, kissing the top of it before pulling away to pour himself a cup of coffee. He refills your empty cup without asking, adding a heaping spoonful of creamer and a sprinkle of sugar, knowing exactly how you take it.

The best present he can be given today is seeing his girls at his table, you making Sarah giggle as you tease her about the actor she has a crush on. His hand on your thigh choosing to eat one handed because you’re still wearing your sleep shorts, those same shorts he peeled off your body last night before bed.

The diamond on your finger glinting in the sunlight pouring in from the windows, he moves his hands up to it to pet the hard stone, proud of himself for finding the ring of your dreams. He remembers the tears welling in your eyes as he asked you to marry him, those same eyes he looks for in a crowd, the same eyes that brighten when they see him.

“Bear, did you remember to grab the extra pack of highlighters I had in my desk?” He loves how you have your own pet name for Sarah. He loves how you’ve stepped right into being a coparent with him, leaving him feeling like he’s no longer struggling underwater slowly being drowned by his job and trying to be the best single parent he can be. He loves that Sarah loves you as much he loves you. You’re his gift that keeps on giving.

“Yep, thank you!” she winks at you, he loves how he can instantly tell the two of you are scheming together and how bad the two of you are at playing coy.

“I gotta get ready before it’s any late,” you rise from the table. “Be good today Bear,” he’ll never tire of seeing the way his daughter smiles as you kiss the top of her forehead. He swears your influence has kept her just as sweet in her teenage years as she was as a little girl.

“I’ll be up later to say goodbye after Tommy gets here,” he says as you bend over and kiss his cheek.

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He can hear the shower on, a song quietly playing on the shower radio that you sing along to. The mirror’s fogged up, he can smell the sweet scent of your body wash wafting through the air mixing with the steam. “Baby, I’m leaving now,” he speaks over the song.

“Okay,” you open the shower door, naked and soaking wet, his hands tighten into frustrated fists because he can’t join you. “Still going to be late?”

“Afraid so,” he stands outside the tub, the walls of it his own blockade stopping him from being any later.

“Well, Sarah and I will go get a cake for you so at least you’ll have that whenever you get home,” you lean forward, your body dripping water on the floor and his boots.

“Thanks baby,” he wraps his arms around you, he doesn’t care how wet you’re getting his shirt, it’ll be a nice reminder of your body against his as it dries.

“I love you,” you look up at him and smile waiting for a kiss. “Have a good birthday day.”

“I’ll miss you,” his lips brush against yours, restraining himself to keep the kiss from turning heated.

A honk from outside rattles him out of the daydream of stripping off his clothes and joining you, pushing your naked body against the wall and fucking you against it.

“You better get going,” you lean away and step back under the water.

“Shit,” he adjusts the crotch of his jeans as you giggle at his predicament.

“Goodbye birthday boy, love you,” you shut the shower door, going right back to singing your song on the radio.

He stomps down the stairs annoyed that the last vision he’ll have of you on this birthday morning is you naked and smiling at him while water drips down your body.

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That night after tucking Sarah in with a kiss on her forehead and a stroke of her soft cheek as she sleeps, he walks into his room to find you laid out on the bed, only the thin sheet covering your body, your eyes staring at him with a smirk on your lips. You look like a temptress, and he’s fallen under your spell.

“Happy birthday baby,” you whisper as you climb on top of him.

The gasp you let out as he enters you, shared moans muffled by each other’s lips, your slick squelching as he fucks into you, his tongue lapping up your wetness, the slurp of your lips as you suck him. Nighttime in Joel’s room plays all of the familiar sounds he thinks about during the day. The thought of seeing the way you smile whenever he sticks his cock in you gets him through the worst of days.

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In the early morning he wakes up sweaty and panicked, panting for air terrified from his nightmare. You turn over, and grab the hand on his chest, soothing him back to sleep with your sweet voice and soft body against his reassuring him he hasn’t lost anything.

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chaotic-mystery · 1 year

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dbf! Joel where maybe Tommy catches you two and you two think he's gonna be mad and tell your dad but he just says something like "oh thank fuck! the sexual tension was fucking killing me"

He finally let you stay the night at his house and he was up before you to make you breakfast. You’re wandering to the kitchen and see him in his boxers and shirt from the previous night making scrambled eggs when you hug him from behind, pressing yourself against him. “How’d ya sleep sweetheart? Hope I didn’t snore too loud for ya” he says as you laugh against his soft back. “No you didn’t, it’s fine baby.” You’re leaving gentle kisses all over him until you worm your way around to his front, kissing all over his neck and lips. Domestic Joel Miller is doing something to you that you cannot explain or begin to understand.

“I thought you’d be hungry? I can’t cook for ya if you’re gettin me all worked up, sugar” his lips press against your forehead, his cock growing against you. “I am hungry, just not for food” was all he needed to hear before he’s grabbing below your ass to pick you up and lay you on the kitchen island behind him. Your clothes are torn off and his cock is running up and down your slit, covered in your slick. “Fuck baby look what you do to me. I could cum right here just looking at you” he groans as he’s slipping inside you. His hand finds its way around your neck after he traces around your hard nipples and pinches firmly. Your moans echo the kitchen walls as he’s pounding into you, his free thumb drawing tight circles against your sensitive clit. The slapping of your skin colliding with his was making him thrust deeper into you and you grab his wrist to push him off your clit, not wanting to cum yet. “Cmon baby doll, you can cum more than once for me, can’tcha? Let me feel you cum, princess. I gotcha, cum like a good girl does, hm?” He snarls at you and you feel yourself tightening around him.

You’re a whimpering mess underneath him, needing him inside you for hours. He shoved his thumb in your mouth to suck on and slowed his thrusts to tease you, as you heard his front door open. Scrambling to dress yourselves, you couldn’t help but feel like this wouldn’t end well regardless of who it was. “Joel, did you forget we were going to tha-“ his words cut off as your eyes met his, and there he was standing. Tommy. His eyes widened as he put the clues together, realizing you wouldn’t step out from behind the island because you had no pants on. “Tommy let me explain-“ Joel started in and was overpowered by Tommy’s laugh. “Well I’ll be damned! Never pegged you for the morning delight kind of guy, Joel” glances between you and Joel were exchanged and he knew what you were thinking. “Tommy please don’t tell her dad. Please” he begs, his eyes meeting Tommy’s. “Oh would y’all calm down? I ain’t tellin no body. I’m just glad you two stopped messing around ‘cause the sexual tension y’all had goin on was enough to kill my ass pretty soon.” Your hands are flying to cover your hot blushing face, a laugh escapes your lips as Joel lets out a sigh of relief. “You fuckin dickhead.”

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juletheghoul · 1 year

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the morning after

Gif by @pedropascalsx

Authors note: Joel has consumed me (much like everyone!) and I couldn't help but write more for these two. Hope you enjoy more Neighbour!Joel (Thanks to my bestie @wheresarizona for encouraging me and to my literal wife @foli_vora for being the best)

Read part 1 here

Pairing: Young Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+ no minors, piv sex, dirty talk, creampie, fluff, flirty Joel which I think needs it own warning- let me know if I missed any!

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It's his alarm that wakes you both, you hadn't even realized you'd fallen asleep,

You yawn, a full body stretch around the strong wall of him behind you. You know he hadn’t meant to stay the night, but at some point the pillow talk had lulled, the warmth of him, the softness of you—neither of you stood a chance. He sighed from behind you, shutting his phone off with a groan.

“Morning neighbour.” You settle back into a comfortable position, enjoying the feeling of him caged around you.

“Mmm.” He moves with you, his hand running along the soft skin of your belly, his nose skimming along the curve of your shoulder. “Mornin’ sugar.” He presses a kiss to your skin and you can’t help but scoot back, press yourself as close as you can.

You feel it then, the hard line of his cock against the curve of your ass, sending a bolt of arousal through you.

“I gotta go baby, Sarah will be up soon, and Tommy will be up my ass soon.” Even as he says the words, his hand sweeps up from your belly, to your breast, your nipple hardening almost painfully in his palm. You pout to yourself.

“Stop teasing me then.” You arch into his touch, relishing his warmth. “You want some coffee before you go?” You resign yourself to move but he tightens his hold, rolls you onto your back and slots his hips between your thighs.

“On second thought, I think I got time.” He presses kisses to your chest, his mouth on a pilgrimage from one shoulder to the other. Your hands find the smooth skin of his ribs, on a trip of their own to map out every inch of him you can reach.

You sigh, the sound content, it’s so lovely to have him here filling up the space in your bed and between your legs.

“Time to tease? Or time to fuck me before you leave?” You roll your hips against him, arousal flowing and he groans to feel himself slotted between the lips of your sex.

“You’re gonna be the death of me woman.” He surges up to capture your mouth in a hungry kiss, his arms bracketing the sides of your head as your legs bracket his hips. His tongue dances with yours, rocketing the arousal up, into the stratosphere. He makes you feel like a teenager again, heart racing, breathless excitement.

He moves to kiss your neck, trailing his lips down until his teeth tug at your nipple and you reward him with a gasp. He soothes the delicious pinch with his tongue, ruthless with the sensitive bud, and then the other until you whine.

His eyes find yours, lively and dark and full of want.

“I have to make sure you’re wet enough to take me.” He uses his teeth again and you gasp, again he soothes. “Make sure that perfect little cunt can handle my big dick.” You pull him up, needing to taste his mouth again.

It’s all teeth and tongues, gentle and not so gentle bites to each other's lips until you feel him reach down, slot himself at the mouth of your cunt and slide in tauntingly slow, soothing the ache of emptiness.

Your cunt flutters around the stretch of him, the wet suck of it keeping him inside while he takes a breath.

“Jesus christ woman,” He sounds wrecked, forehead pressed against your cheek. “So fucking wet, so tight, gonna finish this party before we even start.” You laugh, breathless.

“Feels so fucking good Joel–I just want you here all day.” You clench around him and the groan he lets out is filthy.

“Don’t tempt me, woman, I have responsibilities.” His thrusts are lazy, unhurried and they make your mind blank. “Much as I want to stay right here.” He punctuates his words with a harder punch of his hips, it makes you cry out. “You’d like that wouldn’t you sugar, my cock buried nice and deep all day.” He lifts his head to look down where you’re joined and he moans, you know he can see himself, all glossy and slick with you.

“Yes, yes, harder–oh–” He braced himself, and quickened his pace, a wet obscene sound fills the space and it’s getting harder and harder to form a coherent thought.

“Fuck, fuck you feel so fucking good, I’m gonna come soon baby, I need you to come first.” His tone has lost its playfulness, replaced with an urgency that gives credence to his words.

You reach down and circle your fingers around your clit and that familiar heat blooms in your spine, in your breasts and in your belly. He dips his head and takes a nipple into his mouth and you burst. A shudder rolls through your body, the pleasure a wave cresting across every inch of you and it pulls him right down with you.

He comes with a cry, burying himself as deep as he can, grinding his come into the very heart of you.

“Jesus.” The word is a pant against your skin, his face is shiny with exertion, so beautiful in the golden light of the early morning. “What a way to start the day.” You laugh, giddy with joy and pleasure and he’s not wrong.

“Give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll make us some coffee.” You hold onto his face in both your hands, covering it in kisses and he smiles so wide the dimple is on full display.

“You’re gonna spoil me.”

“Only if you let me.” You keep kissing him, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him pressed up tight.

“Oh I’m fixin’ to let you.” His beard is scratchy, it tickles when he buries his face into the crook of your neck and you can’t help but laugh, lost in the euphoria of his affection until his phone trills again.

“Fuck–What time is it? Yes baby girl,” He answers the phone, panicking now, suppressing a hiss when he pulls out and away. “Oh god, okay okay, give me a few minutes and I’ll be right there. Tell uncle Tommy to hold his horses. Did you eat breakfast?” He’s pacing around the room, collecting different articles of clothing while you put on some clothes. “Okay see you in a minute.”

He puts on his t-shirt and opens the door to your bedroom, nearly tripping over Tucker where he lays on the floor. “Christ, sorry boy–” You both make your way down and he all but runs towards the door before turning to find you behind him. “Sorry for runnin’ out like this, can I see you later?” His hand finds your lower back, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

“Of course, I’ll be here.” You pull him down for another quick kiss and then he’s gone.

You hear him apologizing to his daughter, she’s standing on the porch, a very amused smile on her face when she tells him his shirt is on inside out. You close the door with a smile, and set about getting ready for the day.

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toxicbrothel · 4 months

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No worries if ur not doing povs anymore buuuuut

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Joel’s real sweet with you. Obsessed, but in a sweet way. And for Tommy, it sure is nice getting to share you. For New Year’s, the three of you dressed up for a nice dinner in the dining room and toasted with a special bottle left behind by Bill and Frank. Tommy did the dishes while you and Joel went to sit in the living room. As Tommy approached, Joel was kneeling at your feet asking, “wanna get this big fancy dress off? Put on somethin’ more comfy?”

“Not really,” you said, making Tommy pause in his tracks. He was already getting hard thinking about what awaited, but maybe you weren’t feeling it. “It’s the only time we dress up,” you continued, and Tommy smiled to himself. You were cute.

“Oh, darlin’. . .” Joel chuckled, then buried his face in the skirt of your dress with a groan in mock devastation. Tommy walked behind the sofa and began to massage your shoulders. “Feelin’ okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“Good,” Tommy murmured. “Look so beautiful. . .” Tommy began to caress your neck as Joel gathered the skirt of your dress and lifted it out of the way. Tommy nosed, then kissed the other side of your neck and slid a hand down. “Mm,” he softly grunted as his hand met the border where your breast spilled over the rigid bodice. God damn, Tommy wanted to knock you up so bad. You’d be so fuckin’ pretty, tits swollen as hell. Mmm. It’s too easy to imagine. Tommy heard a muffled moan, looked down, and Joel was under the skirt of the dress. He’s so crazy about you, he’d probably live under your dress if he could.

Tommy imagined you in a different dress, one that was fitted only on the chest. Your tits, all swollen with milk, they’d barely be containable. He kept running his hand along the top hem of your dress, feeling how they overflowed. Was there a chance you were pregnant already? Surely Joel would’ve told him, but the thought made Tommy get painfully hard.

Tommy pressed his bulge against the back of the sofa and used both hands to caress your breasts. You moaned softly and took a deep breath, making your breasts spill over even more, revealing a little nipple. God, wouldn’t you be sexy in a maternity dress, something that cinched under your swollen tits and flowed out over your round, heavy belly? Tommy felt like he might die if he never got to see you that way.

“Uncle Tommy?” you asked

“Yeah, sugar?” he murmured.

“It’s too tight up here,” you whined, running your own hand across your chest.

“Ohh I know, baby.”

Joel moaned into your pussy, head still under the skirt, and you sighed with his mouth between your legs.

“Can you fix it?” you asked.

God, yeah, Tommy could fix it. Still behind the sofa, he reached down to your chest and rested his head softly against yours as he began to unfasten the little hooks, one by one. And millimeter by millimeter, your breasts expanded, free of the rigid barrier.

“Fuck,” tommy whispered.

“What?” you asked.

He lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered, “Just real, real pretty, baby.”

After unfastening enough of the hooks, Tommy wedged a hand in and cupped a breast. He could have sworn your tits had grown. He’d have to get you out of this torture device so he could see it all.

It felt like an emergency to get this thing off you. He undid a few more hooks, and palmed himself as he finished the rest one-handed, breathing heavily. When the whole corset was open, it fell away from your body, and you sighed in relief as your hands came to cradle your tits, leaning back into the sofa.

“Ohh,” you groaned. “So much better. . .Mmm.” You looked up at him. “Thanks, Uncle Tommy.”

This is when he should have bent down and kissed you, but Tommy’s body reacted too strongly. Everything down there tightened, and he shuddered, then began to pulse right in his pants. He held a hand against his crotch and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. He felt warmth spread through his boxers when he should’ve pumped allll that cum into you.

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intimacyequalsdeath · 6 months

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Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day 3 Snow (Thomas Hewitt)

Day 3 of Ficmas coming right up!

Notes: Minors DNI, Fluffy, SFW, No specific pronouns or descriptions of reader used.

"It snows in Texas sugar, just not here". Is what Luda Mae told you when you first came to permanently live with the Hewitt's and you felt comfortable enough to pick her brain.

Once a lost college student like many others that happen upon the family, though saved by the fact that you and Thomas had grown rather attached to each other and Luda was just thrilled her baby finally had a chance to have a family.

"Thomas? can you believe it doesn't snow here?"

You had asked him one day from your spot perched onto an old work bench in the basement, while he butchered meat. He shot you a unimpressed look that spoke volumes of "Oh really, you don't say?"

"Oh well I guess you've lived here your entire life huh?"

You said, realizing your mistake. He nodded and gave a huffed laugh which caused you to also smile.

"Thomas stop! Don't laugh at me"

You defended reaching over to playfully swat at him. While laughing yourself. As someone who had grown up in a northern area where every winter was coated with fluffy white flakes, the idea of no snow at all was so foreign.

The lack of snow stuck with you until the day finally came when you stepped out of the old family house and could feel the familiar nip in the air. Luda had said that of course like most places it does get cold just usually no snow.

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A hand on your shoulder shook you out of your sleep.

"Tommy stop"

You groaned without opening your eyes to look at your husband. He shook you slightly harder.

"ugh what Tommy? what time is it even?"

You asked cracking your eyes open to meet Thomas's brown orbs. Thomas gave you a grunt and pointed to the singular window in your shared bedroom. You looked at him confused.

"What is it Tommy?"

He shook his head and pointed to the window once again. This time with a commanding air about him. You rolled your eyes playfully but got out of bed never the less.

Your just haven awoken legs were shaky, so Tommy gave you a hand over to the window. You blinked the grogginess out of yours eyes and squinted to peer out of it.

You gasped when you noticed it, soft white flakes, falling out of the sky.

"Tommy" You exclaimed "It's snowing!"

Thomas made a happy noise from his spot beside you. Seeing you happy always made Tommy happy.

You should've known to be honest. The radio had talked all week about a monumental snow storm threatening to hit Texas. Even Hoyt and Mama had wanted to be prepared for it. The entire family had been prepping all week for the possible unprecedented storm.

"C'mon Tommy let's go outside!"

Thomas gave you a bewildered look, you laughed at him.

"What? you expected that you'd wake me up and I wouldn't wanna go outside?'

You both pulled on some semi warm clothes, winter clothes aren't really a thing, before slowly opening the door to your bedroom. You sneak down the hall and stairs being careful not to wake up the rest of the family as you make your way out the front door.

The only light outside is the soft glow from the kitchen light that Luda leaves on incase anyone needs to come downstairs to help them see their way around.

You walk to nearly the middle of the giant yard and gaze up into the sky, watching all the snow fall silently around you in the crisp night air.

"Tommy it's beautiful"

It was nearly a whisper, you didn't even think Tommy had heard you until you felt a presence behind you. You turned around and came face to face with Thomas.

"Hi Tommy"

He placed his giant hands onto your hips and held you in front of him as he got a good look at you. Snow flakes had begun to stick in your hair as you gazed up at the giant of a man through your eye lashes.

Thomas regularly would remember back to his childhood, when he would run home crying because of the kids who had picked on him and called him a freak over something he couldn't control.

Luda would tell him not to listen to their words and one day he wouldn't have to deal with them. She would say how one day he would find someone who would love him despite how he looked. Thomas never really believed his mother when she would tell him that, the only people he had ever interacted with had treated him cruel. Even Hoyt and Monty would have their moments.

If someone would have told Thomas back then that he would be standing in his front yard, while it was snowing with a person like you gazing up at him as if he was the best thing in the world. He would have probably thought they were the craziest person he'd ever met but despite all the odds here he was.

You laid your head on his broad chest. He brought a hand up from your hip to your head and carted his fingers through your hair.

There, in the cold winter air of Texas. You and Tommy had only two things on your minds.

Each other and the fresh fallen snow that symbolized more then just the cold.

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jksprincess10 · 3 months

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Something in the shadows || 2. Scars

Summary: When a girl is found by Ellie just outside of Jackson, covered in what seems to be scratches from a beast, the community realizes that the infected might not be the only monsters out there.

CWs: Dark!Joel, monster!Joel, werewolf!Joel, NOT an omegaverse fic, fated mates, DUBCON, murders, gore, dark and horror themes, overprotective!joel, explicit smut, FMC without a name and a physical description (it's you baby), unspecified age gap, no y/n.

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Every morning since that night, her eyes opened to pop-corn ceiling and to the rays of light peeking from her thin curtains. It had been a few days since she had woken up from her deep coma, but her memories still escaped her fragile grasp. She tossed the quilt and let her bare feet hit the old flooring, creaking under her weight. It was one of those cold mornings, so she hastily got socks from her drawers and rolled them on her feet. After she got here, Joel had also installed a mirror in her room, just behind her door. So when she got up, she faced it.

She didn’t like seeing her reflection – her wounds had started scarring and it was clear that they would be there forever, a reminder of something that she couldn’t even remember. The tip of her finger traced the line that crossed her forehead – from over her left eyebrow to the start of the swell of her cheek. That was the worst one. Those on her arms – she could hide, easily, especially in this season. She encouraged herself by thinking that if anything, she looked like she could fight anyone.

Her steps guided her downstairs, where Joel was waiting for her. Ellie was probably still asleep – like a normal teenager on a weekend. Her gaze lingered on Joel’s silhouette. He was working the coffee machine.

In the days she had been here, recovering, she did notice how handsome Joel was. She wasn’t blind, obviously – well, her scar reminded her that she almost lost her eye. His back was broad, the discolored t-shirt he wore was tight against his muscles, pushing the threads to their limit. The greying curls on the back of his head were messy from sleeping on his back. His pajama pants stretched around the curve of his ass. And God, she was staring, wasn’t she? She looked away and busied herself with finding cups.

“Good morning.” she said cheerfully.

“Mornin’.” Joel’s voice was still raspy from sleep.

“What’s the plan today?”

She thanked him as he poured the coffee without looking at her. He had been like this since she arrived, stealing glances but never staring when she looked his way. She prepared her coffee – they had milk here (a miracle) and sugar. Jackson was its own self-contained community, and it was amazing.

“I’ve got patrolling during the day. Tommy said he wanted ya to come, see if that’s something you’d like to do.”

There had been talks of jobs – everyone contributed here, and she was itching to go outside. “Sure! I’ll come along.”

“Good.” He concluded neutrally.

Joel had to act normally. After eavesdropping on her, he kept his distance. He felt bad, but there was this need pulling at him sometimes. It came and went. And right now, the beast was calm. But he knew being close to her all day wouldn’t help.

The snow crunched satisfyingly under the hooves of their horses. They were a small group of four – her, Tommy, Joel and another older woman, with grey hair and a wise face. Her heart pounded in her chest as she crossed the gates, and she left the safety of the community. Part of her still felt that whatever attacked her was close. She had no weapon, but her horse, a beautiful beast with a dark body and a brown mane, made her feel safer. At least, she still knew how to ride.

They showed her the ropes, how to check the traps set up on the periphery of the community, where were the spots where they could rest or hide during patrol. Everything was going well, until they got deeper into the forest. A premonition twisted her gut with anxiety.

“Joel – I think something’s wrong.” She whispered, and they made the horses stop. Everything here was too silent. Beside the sound of their horses’ hooves hitting the ground rythmically, there were no birds singing.

“Get behind me.” Ordered Joel as he helped her get off her horse, ignoring the electricity coursing through his body when he touched her.

Tommy and the other woman waited in retreat ; guns ready in their hands just in case. But nothing was alive here. Joel looked down at the snow for some clues, but there was nothing.

Until they saw it.

“Shit. Close your eyes.”

But she didn’t.

Under a fir tree, three bodies were piled, an art installation of misplaced limbs. They had been here for a few days, granted. They were frozen, or else they would be more decomposed. And the smell would be much, much worse. The fresh snow had erased any trace of blood on the ground. Joel kneeled beside the bodies, and she followed, feeling a pull, like she would finally get some answers.

There was a man, a younger girl, maybe just a bit older than Ellie, and a woman. Their bodies had suffered from the freezing weather; they were white and blue where they weren’t red. It looked like something had taken a bite out of them but hadn’t dared finish their dinner before it got distracted. There were signs of struggle, especially on the man, who’s hands were thorn open.

The man’s throat was sliced almost all the way through, but not by a weapon. No, something bigger, sharper. The woman and the girl were disfigured, beyond recognition. The beast inside Joel recognized its work. It felt a disgusting excitement, a pride.

She stared in silence, trying to recognize the victims. Their faces were so far in her mind, like an art piece she only saw once. She suddenly felt like she was boiling inside, and she turned around to vomit, her breakfast ending up in the snow as she crouched down.

“I told ya to close your eyes.” Joel snapped. Annoyed, he got up and called for his brother, before turning to her. “Leave, go back with Celine. We’ll take care of the bodies.” This wasn’t the man she saw on that first night. He was cold and stern.

“I couldn’t – fuck I couldn’t look away. I think, I think I know them.”

“Go.” Joel repeated sharply.

She got up on trembling legs and found Celine, waiting for her with her horse.

“Think this is the same thing that got her?” Tommy asked as he noticed the damage in a detached assessment. He was used to this.

“Yeah, think so.” The beast inside of him kept growling, confirming that it was its work. “S’too cold to burry ‘em, we’ll have to get rid of them in another way.”

“Let’s start a fire and burn ‘em.” Tommy suggested.

The flames licked the bodies and made them disappear quickly. Joel coughed at the unmistakable smell of flesh burning, and he tried to ignore the guiltiness in his gut. He couldn’t have done this.

When she got back into the village, she let Celine take care of the horses while she went to the small farm, where Ellie probably was working at this hour. Her face was probably still pale, like she had seen a ghost.

She found the teenager feeding the sheep and she sat just outside of their enclosure, using the sight as a calming, grounding mechanism.

“Hey! Patrol didn’t work out for you?” The teenager asked as she turned around at the noise, greeting her new roommate.

“Let’s say that, yeah. Need a hand?” she offered.

Ellie nodded. She knew not to push for answers, she learned that much traveling with Joel.

The beast demanded more more more, it wanted to own her. Pride filled him with an urge he couldn’t satisfy, no matter how hard he tried. Still, burning-hot water made his flesh red as his hand worked on his achingly hard cock. His other hand supported his body, grounding him to reality as he held the wall. Joel felt like he was losing it, the primal needs of the beast taking over.

Thank God she wasn’t home when he got here; he would’ve destroyed her and everything in their way.

His hand stroking his cock filled the room with satisfying wet noises, that got louder as he went faster. The veins in his arms and neck were popping out under the effort control demanded. Finally, he erupted, and his thick, white seed disappeared in the bath drain. He let out a dragged-out curse as he breathed heavily. Before she came around, he didn’t need to masturbate every fucking day.

She wanted to do something for him, something to say sorry for looking at the corpses and being a liability. When she got home with Ellie, Joel was nowhere to be found – he was probably out to get some firewood, as the pile near the fireplace had dropped significantly in numbers.

“I’ll cook. You can go relax in the living room; you worked hard enough today.” She told Ellie.

She rummaged through the kitchen, where she found a fresh chicken and some vegetables. She roasted the chicken in the oven while she cut the vegetables. She heard the door open, and her fingers slipped under the knife, cutting her index finger.

“Fuck. Ouch.” She put her finger under cold running water. Joel appeared out of nowhere and stood beside her, dark eyes looking down at the cut.

“You’re hurt.” He took her hand and brought it up to his face to analyze the damage. She felt violent goosebumps under his touch, and a vague fear screaming in her head. She watched as Joel sucked her finger into his mouth, collecting the blood between his plump lips. Maybe she imagined it, but she saw a wild glimpse of want in his eyes, like he was enjoying the best meal. “I’m okay.”

“I’ll get you a bandage.” He cleared his throat.

“I got it. Watch the chicken.”

Cheeks heating up, she ran to the bathroom upstairs. She found a first aid kit in the pharmacy and put a band-aid on the cut that didn’t bleed so profusely now. Her heart was pounding violently in her chest, like she rubbed a bit too close to death. She took a few deep breaths and splashed cold water on her face. Joel wouldn’t hurt her, she rationalized.

Once she had calmed down, she went back downstairs and decided to stay in the living room and give Joel some space. Ellie was sprawled out on the brown leather couch, a sketchbook resting on her knees, the tip of her pencil in her mouth.

“Is everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Ellie asked as she looked up at her.

“I’m okay.” She lied, impressed with how easily she could come up with a fake smile. “What are you drawing?” She asked to change the subject.

“Supposed to be a sheep, but I’m better at drawing people, I think.”

She looked over Ellie’s shoulder. “Looks like a sheep to me. Keep practicing.”

A memory flashed through her mind, so fast she almost missed it. A little girl on a bike in an empty street. “Keep practicing.” Her own voice.

She shook the memory away.

“It’s ready.” Joel announced as he entered the room, his shoulder resting against the doorframe. He made it look small with how stupidly broad he was. “I’ll let you girls eat. I think I’ll go out for some more wood. M’not really hungry.” He excused himself.

One side of her was disappointed, but maybe it was better this way, because her instinct was yelling at her to run. The way he looked at her wasn’t normal.

“We’ll keep the rest for you old man. Don’t hurt yourself!” Ellie said as she got up from the couch.

“Won’t.” He responded simply as he grabbed his coat and boots, before disappearing in the cold.

Winter days were short, and it was already dark when he went back outside. But the beast inside liked the anonymity of it, and it had to get out. He went out of the gates with his axe in hand, no one batting an eye when they saw him. Joel was the lonely man no one really paid attention to. Well, he thought that much.

He went back to the initial spot where he had been earlier and started slashing. The axe blade bit into the wood, creating a bigger gap as he hit again and again. He let out a pained grown, his old shoulders screaming at him to stop. But it had to get out. Or else…

He cut the tree into little pieces and tied them together, leaving the pile here for him to find on his way back. When he got tired, he abandoned his axe and walked aimlessly. The dark cover of the trees made the beast feel safe. It wanted to come out.

It clawed at his insides, until he stopped resisting. It was like a dream, like falling asleep in the middle of the forest. Fingers became paws with long claws, Joel’s face elongated into a snoot, his mouth widened with teeth that were almost too big. He was hairy all over, dark, and greying fur on his body. His clothes wanted to come apart, so he left them in a pile hidden under a tree. He howled at the moon and ran at the speed of light to find something to kill. So, it wouldn’t hurt her.

She couldn’t sleep. Joel was gone and he didn’t come back, maybe it was her fault somehow. She tossed and turned in her comfortable bed until she climbed down the stairs, on her tiptoes. She got a fire started and sat directly on the rug; her legs crossed. She watched as the flames consumed the dried wood, trying to ignore how her mind wanted to see the corpses in the shapes they formed.

She jumped a little when the door opened and covered her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples peeking through the light t-shirt she wore. Her pink pajama pants didn’t hide much either.

Joel grunted as he dumped the wood in the entryway. He didn’t know why he was gone so long, why he blacked out. He hung up his light brown leather coat, put his gloves to dry and kicked his boots off. He was left in a checkered dark green flannel and his trusty jeans. He curiously looked at the fire and sighed when he saw that she was still up.

“Can’t sleep?”

His raspy, tired voice made her jump a little as she looked up at him. He approached slowly, as if not to scare her away.

“No.”

“Hm. Can I get you something to help?”

She nodded slowly. When he came back, she had climbed on the couch and was covering herself with a blanket. He laid two glasses in front of her on the coffee table.

“It’s whiskey.” He explained. He crouched down to check on the fire, she watched the way his jeans stretched over the curve of his ass. Under the fire light, she could see the sheen of sweat on his tanned skin.

She took a short, tentative sip and grimaced. It was very strong. Joel plopped down beside her and took his glass, drinking without wincing. He looked lost, his gaze looking anywhere but at her.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked, her voice small.

Joel put his glass down and pinched the space between his eyebrows as he thought, still a bit dizzy. “For what?”

“For disobeying.”

Oh.

Her words made his cock twitch between his large thighs.

“I’m sorry for looking. You were right, I shouldn’t have.” She added. “Now it’s haunting me.”

“M’not mad.” He simply said, looking at the side of her face. The flames made her look even more attractive, somehow. He wanted her sprawled out on the rug while he rutted into her until she screamed his name. He cleared his throat and adjusted his pants as subtly as he could. “Let’s say… we’ll find you another job for now.”

She took another sip and looked at him while he moved. Was he…the curved shape of it was very distinct. Yes, he was. She looked away before she got caught, ignoring the tang of desire throbbing between her legs. Somehow, he scared her as much as he aroused her.

“I think that’s a good idea.”

He drank more, almost downing the whole thing.

“You know… I think I know them. But I can’t quite put my finger on it and it’s pissing me off.” She whispered as she kept her eyes on the fire dancing.

“Maybe it’s better that way.”

He got up and finished the glass. “M’gonna take a shower, don’t go to sleep too late.”

She nodded. “Good night, Joel.”

She heard his steps fade, and she finished her drink. She wasn’t drunk, but she felt a pleasant warmth. Her mind wandered to the shape of his cock. She wanted him. Deeply.

She looked around to make sure she was alone, and she let her fingers wander past the waistband of her pajama pants. She had to be quick, efficient. She didn’t waste any time, her fingers finding her sensitive clit, that she circled quickly. She didn’t want to make it last, she just wanted to get rid of the liability that was her arousal, so she wouldn’t do something stupid, like fucking an old man she didn’t know. But thoughts of Joel’s hand replacing hers only accelerated her peak, and she came silently in her panties. She wiped her hand off her clothes and got up on wobbly legs to climb up the stairs.

When she got to the top, she found herself face to face with Joel only wearing a towel loosely around his waist. Heat rushed to her face as she stopped, like a deer in front of the lights of a car. His hair was wet and brushed back. His face was red, maybe it was embarrassment, the alcohol, or the heat of his shower. His chest, while showing signs of age, was strong, with a softer stomach. He was extremely sexy. She could smell his soap and shampoo from here, and it was enough for her to make her want to burry her face in his neck and take a good snif.

“Good night, Joel.” She repeated as she almost ran to her bedroom and closed the door behind herself.

She thought she heard him chuckle just before she closed the door, but maybe she imagined it.

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Masterlist

My small collection of fics for various characters!

Reader descriptors will be included with each fic as well as any major warnings.

I'm not here to police how you interact with my fics, so spam like away. Happy reading!

Head Above Water - GN!Reader

A month after Thanos turns half of all life to dust with the snap of his fingers, you find a man sitting on a bench in the rain, alone.

Lingering Shadows - GN!Muscular!Reader

You can’t help but notice when Joel Miller comes to town with Ellie at his side. It was hard to miss the commotion his and Tommy’s reunion made. But the sight of a grown man traveling alone with a teenage girl leaves an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Shadows linger, letting devils whisper in your ear.

⚠️ Heavily implied historic and assumed sexual abuse/assault

Guardian Angel - GN!Reader

Sometimes guardian angels don’t have a lovely singing voice and a set of fluffy wings, sometimes they have a deep frown on their face and a very bad attitude

Sugar (series) - Steven Grant/Sugar Mommy!Reader

You meet Steven in a museum gift shop and feel an instant connection. Before you walk out the door you decide, perhaps against your better judgment, that you need him to be your sugar baby. Now you just need him to let you treat him right.

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven

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'Love, Joel'- a 'The Girl in IT' Companion Piece - Pt. 1 - 'The Tornado Watch'

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU

Chapter Rating: T

Chapter Preview: "Joel?" your voice calls out, followed by a knock on his window. "What the hell are you doing here? The news issued a tornado watch. You shouldn't be here," you say, frowning. Despite your concern, Joel can't help but smile at the sight of you. Your hair is tied into a messy bun on the top of your head, and your oversized sleep shirt falls off one shoulder. If you weren't frowning at him, he swears the mere sight of you would knock him off his feet. His hands itch to reach out to you, pulling you into his truck so he can kiss that frown off of your face, wishing you a good morning. He imagines his fingertips grazing the skin of your bared shoulder, pressing a kiss on your skin as your head tilts in pleasure-

Chapter Warnings and Tags: Strong language, Joel is an idiot who disregards weather warnings, please be smart and shelter if caught in a tornado warning!, no beta we die like men!

Word Count: 2K

A/N: ... and here it is! Part 1 of my 500 Follower Celebration, 'Love, Joel'- a look behind the 10 years of Joel's pining for our favorite girl in IT, Sugar. I thought it would be really fun to see what happened in the span of those 10 years, where Joel worked his ass off trying to feel worthy of our girl! Thank you so much for all of the love and support you all have given me and this little fic of mine, words can't describe just how much it all means to me!

Remember when Sugar asked Joel about the moment he realized he was in love with her and he mentioned something about a Tornado Watch? This is that story.

The National Weather Service in Austin/San Antonio has issued a Tornado Watch for Travis County until 5pm... please do not attempt to leave and find shelter-

"Dad, are you serious?" Sarah's voice echoes through the phone in disbelief. "The entire campus is on lockdown, and I'm stuck in a basement with 50 other panicked girls. Why in the world are you heading to work?"

"The weather lady mentioned it's just a tornado watch, not a warning," Joel defends.

Sarah sighs on the other end of the line. "I really think you should turn around and head back home, you know, like a rational human being."

"Can't do that. The project is already behind, and I can't afford for it to fall even further behind. Plus, I owe Tommy money for all the overtime he's been putting in," Joel explains, a touch of frustration evident in his voice. "I'm already in hot water with the client as it is. You know how it is, baby girl."

"I'm pretty sure this client of yours is sitting comfortably in their own shelter in that big house of theirs. The actual nerve—"

"Sarah, I get it, okay? The moment it escalates to a warning, I'll come down from the roof and join them in that cushy shelter, okay?" Joel reassures, attempting to ease Sarah's concerns.

"Promise?" she asks softly, and Joel envisions the hint of a frown in her voice. "Or else I won't come home over the weekend."

"You're going to come back home this weekend?" Joel's spirits lift, a grin playing on his face as he heads towards the job site.

"Promise me, Dad!"

"Cross my heart," he assures, turning into the driveway. "Need a ride, or you're good to make it back yourself?"

"I think I can handle an hour drive." She replies with a small chuckle. "I don't have a good feeling about this, but be safe, okay? I love you."

"Love you too, baby girl. Go shelter with the other girls now, ok?"

"Ok dad, bye."

"Bye," he says absentmindedly, the phone already disconnected after Sarah hangs up.

Joel turns off the ignition, a deep sigh escaping from his chest. He gazes into the distance, the burden of the tornado watch weighing heavily on him. He should be at home right now, preparing by filling water bottles, checking for enough batteries for lanterns and flashlights, tuning into the television for weather updates, and patiently waiting out the storm.

Instead, echoes of his client's disappointed voice from yesterday's confrontation linger in Joel's mind, questioning why a 'simple roof repair' is stretching beyond the agreed-upon month.

"I paid you good money and took a chance on you, and you can't even deliver..."

What haunts him more is the image of you in the background, concern etched across your face.

"Dad, you can't blame him for the crappy weather we've been having! Of course, the project would be delayed," you try to reason, awkwardly placing a hand on your father's shoulder in an attempt to soothe his frustration.

"Is it your money that's paying for your mistake?" your father snaps back, shrugging off your hand. "Or do we need to revisit why you thought mounting an antenna on the roof was a brilliant idea? Who do you think you are, concerning yourself in an adult conversation?" he chides, crossing his arms. "Go back inside and help your mother with breakfast!"

Offering Joel a weak smile, you nod, turning back towards the house. Joel smiles back, the sight of your concerned face pulling at his heartstrings. His hands itch to push the errant stray hair away from your face, his hands grazing the softness of your skin spanning across your face-

"Well? What are you doing just standing there?" your father snaps. "Don't you have a roof to fix?"

Just a few more days, Joel. You can do this, he reassures himself. He idles in the car for a bit, observing the darkening grey sky. At least Sugar should be home, maybe she'll keep me company...

"Joel?" your voice calls out, followed by a knock on his window. "What the hell are you doing here? The news issued a tornado watch. You shouldn't be here," you say, frowning.

Despite your concern, Joel can't help but smile at the sight of you. Your hair is tied into a messy bun on the top of your head, and your oversized sleep shirt falls off one shoulder. If you weren't frowning at him, he swears the mere sight of you would knock him off his feet. His hands itch to reach out to you, pulling you into his truck so he can kiss that frown off of your face, wishing you a good morning. He imagines his fingertips grazing the skin of your bared shoulder, pressing a kiss on your skin as your head tilts in pleasure-

"Hello? Are you even listening to me?" your concerned voice cuts through his reverie, snapping him back to the present. "Go home, Joel. I'm sure Sarah is worried sick-" you bite your lower lip, your lips wobbling a tiny fraction. "-and I don't want you stuck here if things take a turn for the worse," you insist, a hint of worry in your eyes.

Joel opens his truck door, shaking his head. "No can do, Sugar. You heard your dad yesterday; I need to finish this job and get out of y'all's hair. I've already overstayed my welcome."

"I don't give a fuck what my father says, he's just being difficult as fucking usual. He's already up in arms fussing around about the watch, i'm pretty sure he's not concerned whether or not you'll show up or not," you say defiantly, frustration flushing your face. "I swear, if you don't go home, I'll force you to shelter with me!"

Well, Joel muses, the corner of his mouth rising in a smirk. Now that's an idea I wouldn't be opposed to-

"I'm a big boy, Sugar. It's just a tornado watch, no need to worry about little ol me, okay?" he smiles, cupping your cheek. Fuck, her skin is soft-

you lean into his touch, your eyes closing in resignation.

"Okay Joel," you whisper, your hand meeting his. "The moment Nancy over at KXAN mutters anything about a tornado warning, I'm climbing up that fucking ladder myself and dragging your ass to shelter, okay?"

Joel gives your face a small squeeze. "Deal."

A few hours later, as Joel continues on working on the roof over your bedroom, you stick your head out of your window, calling out to him. "Joel? The news said that a lightning storm is going to be rolling in soon. I think it's time you should head out-"

Joel stops hammering a shingle, steadying himself as he peers at you from the roof. "I just have a few more shingles to go-"

Your eyes narrow in irritation. "Joel, no. Get your ass off of the roof this instant!"

"Baby-" he breathes, kicking himself for letting the endearment he calls you in his dreams from leaving his lips. "I can't afford to lose this job, your dad is already pissed as it is-"

Your face contorts into something resembling sadness, and if he focuses on your face hard enough, he swears he sees the tears forming on the corner of your eyes. If it were a different time, in a different place, where Sarah's mother's body replaced yours, he would imagine he wouldn't even be having this conversation, having been forced to brave worse conditions before.

"How am I going to expect to survive if you don't go into work?" she would spit, shaking her head and glaring at him as Sarah wails in her booster seat at the table in the background. "It's bad enough that you basically trapped me, do you need to be here to make sure I stay? What's a little lighting storm gonna do to you, huh Joel? We need to eat!"

"Trapped you?!" he replies angrily, his hands clenching, knuckles white. "I didn't force you to stay, it's not like you're happy to be here!" He motions over to Sarah, his eyes narrowing. "Our daughter is crying out for you and you can't even be assed to comfort her!"

"I don't want to do this right now, just go Joel. You think about your attitude while you work in the storm!" she shouts, harshly grabbing Sarah from her seat and slamming their bedroom door.

It was her cruelty and selfishness that turned Joel off from dating and finding someone else, the weight of her absence proving to be a heavy burden on him as a single father once their divorce was finalized. Sure, there were women, attractions, and occasional one-night stands, but nothing more than that. Joel could count on one hand just how many women, in the last twenty years, had stayed the night, and to be completely honest with himself, it didn't bother him in the least. He had Sarah to raise and raise right, a wayward, careless brother he had to bail out of jail when he drank just a little too much, and a business to run. He didn't have time for casual, and he didn't have the desire for anything long term. Things were going great, even if his business was barely off of the ground and he was starting to slowly swim into the depths of debt. He didn't need to add anyone else into the equation.

And then you came along.

... with your fucking smile and your bright eyes and the way that you laugh - with your entire body - as he cracks a dad joke so bad he could feel Sarah cringing all the way from her college dorm room. How instead of living your life and being a twenty-something doing something fun with friends, you would rather spend your time with him, sitting on the edge of your windowsil asking him about anything and everything, genuninely interested in what he had to say. How you would bravely climb up his ladder even if you shared that you're afraid of heights to pass him a water bottle, concerned about potential heat stroke. He wasn't used to anyone besides Sarah or Tommy fretting over him, he wasn't prepared to be completely overwhelmed by your sudden presence in his life. He wasn't looking for anyone, and yet-

You took his breath away like a hurricane, and he finds himself ready to be swept away by you and you alone.

"Joel!" you shout suddenly from below him, your foot already on his ladder as you brace yourself, the tears flowing freely down the slopes of your cheeks. "Please, Joel, just come down! It isn't funny anymore!"

"Sugar! just stay down there, let me just finish, it'll only be five more-"

"NO!" you scream, the sight of your tears making him halt in place. "Stop FUCKING AROUND, JOEL!" you cry, shaking your head in defiance.

Joel drops his hammer and quickly jumps on the ladder, skipping a rung as he hurriedly makes his way to you. "I'm coming baby, just hold on!" he yells as he descends, the need of your body in his arms too strong to deny.

"You fucking idiot!" you shout, practically barreling into him as his feet touch the ground. His arms instinctively wrap around your shaking form, your small fists beating on his chest as you sob into it, your tears soaking flannel. "What were you thinking, risking your life like that? No one is worth you risking your life for some fucking roof!"

Joel cradles your head as he places a soft kiss on your hair, his hand rubbing your back as he tries to settle you.

"You're wrong, you know" he whispers, his eyes closing as he tightens his hold on you harder. "There is someone risking my life for," he breathes, his mind coming into a realization.

I fucking love you, Sugar, he thinks, biting his tongue from saying it out loud as he loses himself in your embrace, wishing that the moment would never end. I can die right here and die a happy man, he muses. Just as long as I get to hold you like this.

One day, he thinks. One day I'll be able to tell you this out loud.

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The Birds and the Bees Chapter Three

Warnings : This story is gonna be NSFW, MDNI.

Summary : As you adjust to your new life in Austin, you don't plan to do anything about your hot neighbor. But fate has other plans. (Basically no-outbreak AU slow burn with a lot of magical realism thrown in there).

Notes : The magical realism starts now.

Tags : Just ask.

Chapter One ; Chapter Two

You find a job, or maybe a job finds you when a wrinkled old woman asks you if you’d be interested in working in her coffee shop.

It’s like she knows you, but when you ask, she shrugs :

‘Everybody knows.’

It’s like the Texas sun in burning the back of your neck for a second here, even though you’re inside and the coffee shop is pretty dark. It’s a weird coffee shop, you muse. The lights are really dim, there’s no other costumer, and when you turn around, you notice the whole place is furnished with mismatched furniture. You count five or six tables, some with tape on their legs, and two couches that have seen better days. When she turns around to hand you your drink and your answer, the woman seems to look right through you. You feel naked and known, even though you don’t see how she could know about you. You’re pretty sure Austin is not that small of a city. Nevertheless, you do have a few bills to pay, so you say yes.

So you find a job - or maybe a job finds you.

You pay attention to the name of the coffee shop on your first day. You can clearly letters spelling ‘The Coffee Bee’. Right next to this, there clearly used to be a N surrounded by round brackets, but it must have fallen off. It’s a dumb name for a coffee shop, and the bee designed next to the place the N stood is really ugly.

Those damn bees.

Your boss tells you to call her Kiki, but you soon find out almost everybody calls her by a different name. It’s unsettling, all of it : her, the place, the way it runs. Two pastries on the menu, black coffee, coffee with milk and one kind of tea and that’s it. You should be worried but you’re not. You tell yourself a job is a job.

It’s like The Coffee Bee is a place where anything goes. The sun is brightly shining outside and right in front of the windows but the place is still oddly dark ? Doesn’t matter. Kiki is able to pay you correctly even though you’ve got very few costumers ? Doesn’t matter. There’s a new batch of pastries ready to be sold every morning even though you closed the day before and Kiki is nowhere to be seen ? Doesn’t matter.

‘Must be the busy little bees’, Kiki says one day when you ask. You shrug, tell yourself again that a job is a job.

And with the job comes an apron with that same ugly bee drawn outside.

And that’s how you get a nickname too.

A man comes in every morning. Never in a rush, always flirty. Calls you Sugar, Darlin’, Honey. It doesn’t bother you the way it probably would have with anybody else because you’ve clocked him : he’s a harmless flirt. But when he goes, one rainy morning, for Baby, you hiss :

‘I’m not your fucking Baby, Tommy.’

Tommy raises his hands to appease you, and apologizes. After a beat, though, he smirks and says :

‘Oh so she can sting. Like a little bee.’

You throw a napkin at him at him because you’ve understood, after a month and a half, that here, at the Coffee Bee, anything goes. He only laughs and repeats he’s sorry. I’m sorry, Little Bee.

You hate it.

Those damn bees.

You hate it but you like Tommy so you let it slide. A voice cuts in :

‘Careful, Tommy my boy, or her man’s gonna get you.’

Kiki is sitting in one of the couches, reading a book. You’ve never seen her come in. You’re unfazed by that.

‘Oh, Little Bee’s got a man, huh ?’

Tommy wiggles his eyebrows at you, curious, his coffee forgotten on the counter.

‘No, I don’t.’ You answer, confused.

‘She does.’ Counters Kiki. ‘She just doesn’t know it yet.’

———

Joel’s nursing his beer, listening to Sarah’s day at school when Tommy shouts :

‘Oh, no fucking way !’

Then he’s off, yelling ‘BEE’ in the middle of the street. His not-so-new neighbor turns around at the nickname, her eyebrows rising in genuine surprise.

Joel has too many feelings at once, because his brother seems to know her and he himself has never taken the time to introduce himself and thank her for keeping an eye on Sarah that evening a few months back. He’s been a shitty neighbor.

He hears his daughter exclaim :

‘Oh, you know her ?’

And then she’s off too.

When he finally gets up, Tommy has brought the woman and Sarah back to his porch, blabbering about what a nice coincidence it is.

He’s not a romantic man, Joel, so when he shakes her hand and feels a lot again, he tells himself it’s because he feels guilty and exhausted, and it’s been a while since a pretty woman has looked at him like that, eyes wide, clearly overwhelmed with the amount of attention she is getting.

Later that night, in bed, he hears a buzzing sound. Summer is gone, and bees have no business being around as much, but he doesn’t pay it any mind.

In the morning, the bee is gone, but the one across the street catches his eye. Joel lets himself look. She’s a pretty thing, Bee. He’s not going to do anything about it but still, he wonders.

He wonders about honey.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us

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drabble that’s been sitting in my drafts for months now - also here on ao3 :)

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Construction Corner with Joel Miller

It was irritating how quickly she found herself warming up to the older Miller, Maria thought. It wasn’t like the man made tons of effort to get into her good graces, aside from his automatic Southern politeness. Six months in and he was still gruff and distrustful, mapping her every move with Ellie like a hawk.

The thing was, she couldn’t blame him - not really. She got it, not completely but she understood him more than most of the others did. What really pissed her off, if she was being honest, was how much she trusted Joel. Not with everything, don’t get her wrong, but with patrol duty, stables and most importantly her own daughter. The feeling was quite clearly not mutual.

It was just, he was a goddamn baby whisperer, it turned out. Tommy had mentioned it years ago, in reference to Sarah of course, how quickly her father could get her to sleep just by being there. As reluctant as she first was to hand her child off to a man who’s past she knew far too much of, she couldn’t deny how right it looks - Sofia’s tiny blanketed form encased in her uncle's large, steady hands.

He became the number one babysitter very quickly.

And it wasn’t just Sofia. The teenagers of Jackson took quite the liking to him. Once they’d gotten over the intimidation (pretty easily, she might add) he became some kind of idol. Grumpy and more than a little stand-offish but the tales of his trek across the country seemed to outweigh his less attractive traits.

Ellie was somewhat to blame for this phenomenon, bragging about their infamous journey at every chance she got. Maria wasn’t complaining about that in particular - when they first arrived, it was quite a different picture. The teenager certainly hadn’t been bragging then, barely speaking, in fact. She’d take this version of Ellie over six months ago any day of the week.

As it got closer to the colder period of the year, there was a rush to get certain building jobs finished - extra houses for newcomers and new and improved stables for the winter months. Joel was of course very much part of this effort. In fact, Tommy pretty much put him in charge. Maria wouldn’t comment on the nepotism at play there, having better things to waste her breath on.

—

There was an hour left of daylight when she arrived at the edge of town. At the time, half a dozen men were working on the largest of the new builds, shouting between each other in a mix of English and Spanish as the scaffolding went up. They were ahead of schedule, she noted.

The next thing she noted was the small gathering of adolescents standing four feet away from her. In the centre was none other than Mr Joel Miller. From what she could tell, he was illustrating something with his hands, drawing straight lines in the air and explaining himself ever so earnestly.

She had to admit, she was curious. A quick glance over to the half built structure located her husband and she nodded towards her brother in law. Tommy grinned and jumped down from the platform he was perched on.

He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and the soft smile that seemed to be reserved for just her and Sofia, and maybe Ellie on a good day.

“You’re walkin’ in on Construction Corner with Joel Miller here, sugar.”

Maria raised an eyebrow - what the fuck is that?

“Joke me n’Tess used to have going. Whenever he goes off on his contracting bullshit, history of some estate or whatever.”

“I wouldn’t expect the teenagers to be quite so riveted.” She mused gently. “Although I suppose anything from Before is exciting to that lot.”

“Neither, but they think he’s very ‘cool’ don’t they?”

“Jealous, love?” She laughed, noting his (mostly lightheaded) scowl.

“No.”

“Mhm.”

Her attention was drawn back to the small gathering, now chattering over each other with varying levels of enthusiasm. From what Maria could tell, Joel seemed gruffly bemused (as per usual) and underneath it all, more than a little proud.

“Oi, Joel,” Tommy yelled across.

The older Miller looked up, an eyebrow raised in question but it didn’t look like he was planning on joining them.

“You can finish up here, right?”

Joel nodded curtly, eyes skating over Maria before his attention was caught once again by the teens. One of them had asked a question.

“Well, you see, things were built different back then. We had all sortsa folk we had to work with and get ‘em all agreein’ which…”

Maria tuned out Joel’s explanation and leant into her husband.

“Home time?”

“Let’s get you home, darlin’.”

#the last of us #tlou #ellie williams #joel miller #fanfic #ao3 #tommy miller #maria #found family

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