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as much as i love english pet names nothing will ever beat "mi vida", "mi amor" or "hermosa". just imagining javier peña or pedro calling you those 🫠🫠

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Something worth remembering pt.3

Pairing: old man! joel miller x reader

Summary: when Sarah's dad doesnt show up for her, Joel does

Warning: age gap (30/61), slight angst, comfort, reader has a daughter named sarah, sarah's dad is a deadbeat, flirting

pt. 1, pt.2

Joel sensed something was wrong the second he stepped into your house.

Usually when he came in Sarah was already running towards him and hugging him before he could even finish closing the door–he didn't get that today. And when he walked into the kitchen he found you leaning against the table with a frown in your face.

You didn't even seem to notice his presence until he spoke. "Darlin'. Is everything okay?"

You looked up, a small smile tugging at your lips at the sight of him but there was no welcome kiss. "C'mon. Talk to me."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It's Sarah. She was with her dad all morning and when he dropped her off she looked like she wanted to cry. I tried talking to her but she won't say anything."

"God, I hate that asshole." Joel mumbled under his breath, shaking his head in disapproval.

That pulled a little smile from you.

Joel hated Sarah's dad since the first time he met him. He hated how he kept the little girl waiting for him just to cancel last minute, or worse, not show up at all. Hell–Joel had spent more time with her in the six months you've been dating than his dad in the past two years.

"You and me both." You said, leaning against his shoulder for comfort. "You think you could talk to her? You have your ways of getting through her."

Now it was Joel who was smiling. He did have a way of getting Sarah to listen to him, he noticed it the time when he got her to eat all her vegetables without a single complaint–when you had been trying to negotiate with her for twenty minutes. Or how school mornings were easier since he started staying over and helping you get her ready in the mornings.

"I'll go talk to her."

Joel knocked on Sarah's door gently before stepping inside and walking towards her bed. She was laying on her side, her little hands clutching the otter he carved for her close to her chest. Joel's heart melted, he hadn't expected her to like it so much.

"Hi, kiddo." He said softly as he crouched down next to the bed, his knees protesting in the process.

"Hi, Joel." She mumbled, but her voice lacked the usual brigthness.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong? Your mama's worried about you." He reached out his hand, softly moving a strand of her off her face. But Sarah didn't day anything and it only deepened his worry.

"I'm gonna tell you something." He stood up before sitting on the edge of her bed, wrapping an arm around her. "When i was a kid, my dad wasn't great either. He was mean sometimes and he wasn't always there when i needed him. And for the longest time I thought i was doing something wrong– that if i tried harder he'd care more. But when I grew up I learned that some people don't value what's in front of them and that's never going to be your fault."

Sarah sighed and leaned against his chest. "I asked my daddy if he's coming to my ice skating thing."

He nodded, letting her continue.

"He said he can't because he's taking his girlfriend somewhere." She huffed. "But he's always doing something with his girlfriend and he never has time for me."

God i could beat the crap out of him Joel thought. He didn't understand Sarah's dad. Joel remembered going to his daughter's games and seeing how her face lit up when she saw him in the crowd. How could someone purposely miss that?

"He's a fool, sweetie. It's not your fault." He said softly. "Besides, you know me and your mama will be there? And believe me we'll be your personal cheer squad."

She glanced up at him. "Really? You'll go?"

"Of course. I'll make a sign that says 'go, Sarah' with glitter and all."

That earned him a small giggle and she wrapped her arms around his neck, "you're better than my daddy. You play dolls with me and take me to the park and you're going to see me ice skate."

He smiled as he held her tight. "Well, I'll always be here. You and your mama are stuck with me." He scooped her up without warning, making her squeal in surprise. "Now, how about we go see her?"

The rest of the afternoon was spent cheering her up. You had a princess tea party where Sarah made Joel wear a tiara so he'd fit the princess theme, you played with her dolls, then you made a pillow fort and watched movies until she fell asleep.

Joel carried her to her bed before heading to your bedroom, smiling when you lifted the covers for him to get in.

You scooted closer, draping one leg over his lap and placing your head on his chest. "Thank you. You're good with her."

Joel shrugged. "It's no big deal. She's a great kid, and you both deserve someone who shows up." He pressed a kiss to your hair. "Told her already. You're stuck with me."

"Oh, i'm stuck with your old ass! What a nightmare." You joked.

"Shut up. You love this old ass."

You nodded, leaning in and kissing his lips. "I really do."

"I love you too."

The ice rink was full of other parents chatting and moody teenagers who were dragged there to see their younger silblings. You and Joel sat on the front row do that Sarah could spot you easily.

Joel had made the sign he promised. He had covered a piece of cardboard in white paper and written 'Go Sarah' in hot pink letters. There were crooked golden stars on the sides and he had used way too much glitter.

"I think you went overboard with the glitter." You teased as you brushed some of it from his beard.

"She's gonna love it." Joel said with a proud smile on his face.

And Sarah did love it. Sarah stepped onto the ice in a baby blue costume, rhinestones glinting, her hair up in two little buns. She looked nervous until she saw you waving at her and Joel holding up his sign. You saw the way her eyes lit up as she waved back.

She was a little wobbly at first but soon she started glading through the ice gracefully. Joel cheered the whole time, never letting go of his sign. Meanwhile you recorded everything.

When she was done, Joel clapped so hard his hands went red.

Another mom elbowed you. "Your husband's adorable."

You opened your mouth to correct her but you ended up saying, "Yeah, he is."

Sarah ran off the locker rooms with her shoes on and her ice skating bag on her shoulders. Joel picked her up and spun her around. "There's my girl!"

"You did great, sweetheart." You pressed a kiss to her temple. "We're proud of you."

"I didn't fall! And I remembered to do the arm thing my coach told me!" She beamed, one of her arms wrapped around Joel's shoulders.

"You were great." Joel said. "You ready to go eat pancakes now?"

"I want them with extra maple syrup and a hot chocolate too!"

Joel set her down as you started walking towards the car, Sarah skipping a few steps ahead of you.

Joel took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. "She's gonna be out like a light tonight."

You nodded, inching closer to whisper in his ear. "And we'll take advantage of that. It was hot seeing you be so supportive."

"Is that so?" He whispered back.

You smirked. "Yeah, the glittery beard really does it for me."

Joel didn't get to say anything back as Sarah turned around. "C'mon! You're going too slow and i'm hungry!"

You both laughed and caught up. Joel opened her door, then yours, before getting in himself. As he drove, he watched you and Sarah from the corner of his eye and thought this is my family now.

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i wanna kiss all over that old peepaw face

Oh, I'm gonna miss you forever, pedro's Joel Miller.

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I'm the same classes as the hot dilf i met last semester, i love my life i never wanna quit school

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this with joel miller after he recovers from abby's attack and you have to remind him he's beautiful no matter how many scars he has on his face

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oh yeah people..... this is what FAME looks like...

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All cookie dough is “edible cookie dough” if you’re not a fucking pussy

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Helping Hand

Pairing: joel miller x vampire!reader

summary: joel finds you in the woods when you try to lure him in, but he ends up bringing you in

Warnings: blood drinking, age gap cause reader is centuries old, reader's a little creepy at the end

Word count: 2.1k

You had been wandering around the woods for a few days; you didn't have an espesific destination. You had left the community you were a part of because they started asking too many questions and got too close to finding out what you really were. You travelled light, with just a backpack with old pictures–some decades old– and a change of clothes.

Deers and rabbits only served to take the edge off. You were hungry for something tastier, richer. So when you heard two heartbeats in the distance–one steady and human and another faster, a horse you guessed–you set your old trap.

You'd pretend to be a hurt helpless girl and wait for someone to show up. If they wanted to take advantage of you or kill you, you'd sunk your teeth into them until they were dried. If they wanted to help you, you'd stay with them for a while, let them think they saved you and then you'd disappear. That had been your rule for centuries now: don’t hurt innocent people.

You leaned against a tree, holding your side as if you were hurt. You had torned your shirt and rubbed dirt on it for effect. You whined in pain once the heartbeats got close enough to be able to hear you. "Please, I need help." Your voice was high piched with just the right amount of desperation.

The horse slowed to a stop and a pair of boots hit the ground with a soft thud. Then you saw him–a tall man with broad shoulders and face set in a hard frown emerged from between two pines pointing his rifle at you. "Stay where you are."

His eyes scanned over you, trying to decide if you were a threat or not. You didn't move, lifting both hands so he could see you didn't have any weapons on you and that you weren't bitten.

"What happened to you?" He asked, his voice rough.

"Some guys, raiders. They punched me and they took my stuff." You made sure to sound weak, your voice trembling with faked fear.

"You alone?" He asked. His riffle was still pointed at you but he wasn't tense as tense anymore.

You nodded, sniffling as if you were close to tears. "My group... They were killed a few days ago.I'm just trying to get somewhere safe."

Joel thought about it for a few seconds, years ago he would've turned around and left you but Jackson had softened him. Besides, Tommy had told him that if he ever saw someone who needed help while he was patrolling he should take them to the community. You looked harmless enough and he'd be lying to himself if he said he wouldn't feel bad if he left you.

"You can come with me. There's a community. " He exteded his hand towards you. "Can you walk?"

You took his hand, his hands were rough yet warm and he shuddered as he made contact with your icy skin. "Jesus, you're freezing."

You cursed at yourself. You were always so careful not to let anyone touch you. Still, all he did was take off his jacket and draped it over your shoulder.

"C'mon." He led you to the horse, placing his hands on your waist as he held you up. Then he mounted and you loosley wrapped your arms around his middle once the horse started walking.

You could hear every single one of his heartbeats, how the blood ran through his body. You could feed from him. It would be so easy and you already knew he'd taste delicious. But you needed to stick to your rule, he had helped you.

You were lost in your thoughts, forcing yourself to think about anything but his scent that you didn't catch what he said.

"I'm sorry. Did you say something?" You asked, your voice strained.

"Yeah. I said my name's Joel Miller."

"Oh." You nodded and gave him your name. "How old are you, Joel?" You wanted to make conversation, maybe that would help you distract yourself from the temptation.

"Sixty-one." He answered simply. You?"

"How old do you think I am?"

He chuckled and you felt the viration through his back, "I lived enough to know not to answer that."

"I'm twenty-five."

"Born right after the outbreak, right?"

You hummed in agreement. "Yeah, kinda crazy being born in this world."

"I think it makes it easier."

"How come?" You asked.

"Well, if you're born into this you don't have anything to miss from the old world." He sighed. "I had a normal life and one day everything I knew... Gone." His voice was charged with grief.

"I'm sorry." You understood better than he'd ever know, being inmortal was just losing your loved ones over and over again,

He shoo his head, "There’s nothing me or you can do."

You talked the rest of the way, Joel telling you about what life in Jackson was like, that they were certain rules you needed to follow and that once you arrived, they'd give you a house, clothes and food.

The settlement was full of life, children laughing and running around, people chatting on the sidewalks. He led the horse to the stables before sliding down. He took your hand again and help you down. You landed in front of him, your chest brushing his and you were sure you saw pupils dilate as he held your gaze.

"You're still cold.” He muttered, claearing his throat. “That ain't normal. There's a doctor you should see."

"I'm fine." You said way too quickly. If a doctor saw you then he'd know you weren't normal. You could make an excuse for the cold skin but not for your lack of a heartbeat. "I just don't like doctors." You added, softer this time.

He sighed, he wasn't conviced but he had just met you so he couldn't just force you to go. "Okay. But we gotta talk to my brother Tommy and his wife Maria. They're in the council and they'll assign you a place."

There weren't that many people inside the main hall, just a group of young men talking around a table and a few feet away sat Tommy and Maria. Tommy looked up,he looked like Joel, but with less lines in his face and grey hairs. "Joel. Who's this?"

"I found her near the creak down west. Says raiders took her stuff."

Tommy rubbed his bear. "You got awful timing, brother. We got no room. No houses are available and even the bunk rooms are full."

Joel's posture stiffened. "So what? Do I Shove her in the stables? You're the one of who told me to bring in anyone that needed help."

"I know what i said." Tommy responded, glancing at the two of you as if trying to figure out the situation. "The only solution is someone offers to takes her in."

Joel grunted under his breath but after a few seconds he turned to you and said, "You can stay with me. I got a spare bedroom. It ain't fancy but it's warm at least."

"You don't have to. I could just leave." You offered.

"No. No way." By his tone you could tell he wasn't going to let you argue with him about this. "You're staying with me."

The walk to joel's place wasn't long, you stayed glued to his side but you didn't speak. He unlocked the door, expecting you to follow but you didn't–well, you couldn't. That invisible barrier stopped you. He turned to look at you, frowning "Why you standing there?"

"I- it's just you have to invite me in." You paused, scrambling for an excuse. "My parents taught me you shouldn't go into someone's house unless they invited you."

"Really?"

You shurgged, fidling with the straps of your backpack. "Yeah. They were pretty strict about it."

He looked at you, suspicious, but he didn’t press "Alright. Come in."

Finally you were able to step through the threshold, taking in the sight. It looked lived in– the walls were painted some shade of blue, there was a pair of slippers by the couch, a bookshelf full of books and some wooden carvings that looked homemade. You could imagine him putting his slippers on after a long day and sitting on the couch to carve little animals out of wood.

"C'mon. I'll show you your bedroom."

You followed him, Joel's voice filled the space as you walked up the stairs. "Tommy will bring clothes, sheets and uh– some lady stuff later."

You reached a room with a small double bed, a small drawer and a lamp. I was bare but clean. "This is yours. Mine’s across the hall" He signaled down the hall. “That’s the bathroom. There’s hot water.”

"Thanks, Joel." You gave him a small smile and you heard his heartbeat pick up.

"Dinner's at eight in the main hell. Probably some stew. It'll help you warm up." He offered a crooked smile back bedofre retrating downstairs.

The shower was hot, steam filling the small bathroom as you finally stepped out. The towel smelled like lavander, cleaner and fresher than anything you've felt in your last few days. You dressed in the clothes Maria had set aside for you and combed your hair with one of joel's brushes. You almost laughed when you stepped into the bedroom and saw a divacup sitting on the nightstand, the last time you had a period pads were barely a thing.

You made your bed before putting the clean clothes in the drawers, hiding your old pictures underneath them. Just as you were finishing Joel's voice rang out through the house. "I brought dinner. Figured you didn't want to eat around everyone."

"Coming!"

You walked downstairs and Joel was already at the table with two streaming plates and some pieces of bread next to a bottle of water and two glasses.

"You smell nice now." Joel said as you both sat down across each other.

"That's your way of saying I stank?" You stirred the stew in your plate. It smelled so nice– something savory and slightly spicy. Your body didn't need it but your mouth watered anyway.

"A little." He tapped the table with his index finger and signaled your plate. "Eat."

The rest of the dinner went by quietly with just the sound of cultery scratching agaisnt the plate. You offered to do the dishes and after some reluctance Joel went upstairs.

The house settled into silence again. Just the low hum of the fridge and the ticking clock, but you drowned all that out and kept your attention on his breathing and heartbeat. You wanted to make sure he was asleep before sneaking out to have a dinner that would really keep you full.

He tossed and turned around in his bed until his heartbeat finally slowed a little at midnight. You snuck through the back door and quickly made your way outside of the walls, moving at an inhuman speed so no one would catch you. You wandered deep into the woods until you found a rabbit. You kneeled, luring it towards you and stroking it's fur a few times before finally sinking your teeth into it's neck–it was bitter, metalic and deeply unsatisfying.

You didn't take enough to kill it, letting it limp away into the darkness. You wiped the back of your hand and just sat there for a while, thinking about Joel. You had lured him in to drink his blood but he offered warmth and a place on his home. You thought about leaving and even went back to put your stuff back into your backpack. But then you couldn't bring yourself to leave again.

You stood at the feet of his bed, watching the way his chest rose and fell with every breath he took. His heartbeat was steady, soothing– and tempting. He looked younger somehow, the lines in his face smoothed and the frown he always carried was gone.

You inched closer to him, your steps quiet and hesitant. You reached out, tracing his jawline with your index, his skin was warm and his rough stubble tickled against your touch. You moved your fingers through his hair, the salt and pepper curls slipping between them.

But then he stirred, his eyelashes twitching and you were out of the room before he could even open one eye.

Joel woke up startled, sitting up as he looked around the room. Empty. But he swore he could've felt the a light touch brush his face.

He rubbed his face with his palm as he laid back down, closing his eyes but he struggled to fall asleep again. He thought that maybe he dreamed about it but he had lived through enough nightmares to know that whatever happened was real.

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A/N: not proof read. english isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes

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why aren't more people writing nasty disgusting smut about this man, he got me licking the screen rn

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does anyone know if there's a series where reader takes ellie's place in the show. Like she's obviously older and Joel has to take her to the fireflies and ends up falling for her

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♡ Imagine Joel taking you from behind for the first time ♡

Jackson!Joel x f!Reader

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WC: 4.4k

Tags/Warnings: smut, minors DNI, unspecified but big age gap (legal), mentions of virginity loss, unprotected piv, darcyphilia, ddlg, aftercare, daddy kink, baby-talking, innocent!reader, creampie, spanking, thumb sucking/oral fixation, pussy kissing/licking, condescending joel, terms like baby girl, sweet little girl etc.

If it’s not your thing then DON’T READ AND DON’T COMPLAIN.

This is a standalone, but you might want to check previous parts♡

Joel teaches you how to go down on him

Joel takes your virginity

You woke up aching. Not just between your legs, though that was part of it, a reminder of everything that had happened. Slowly, the memories came crawling back, you’d had your first time with Joel last night… lost your virginity to him. He’d been so incredibly sweet, so patient, guiding you all the way through, making sure you were okay at all moments. He’d kissed you through it, told you soft praises into your skin, his hands had been steady even when yours trembled. And the way he touched you, God, it was like every inch of your body was something sacred, he’d given you such pleasure you’d never experienced before.

But now your thighs were sore, and the space between them was still swollen and tender. It felt like something had broken open inside you, like he had ripped you open and now every part of your body was trying to go back to where they belonged.

Joel was already awake beside you, watching you with those intense eyes of his. “Mornin’, baby,” he said gently, like he was talking to a scared kid. “Y’alright?”

You barely nodded, biting your lip as the pain traveled all over your body. “Hurts, Joel.”

He sighed, his fingers moved to cradle your cheek, his soft thumb trying to soothe you through the pain. “Ya wanna talk bout it? Tell daddy what hurts?”

You nodded again, your voice was nothing but a sweet little whisper. “My hips… and… down there,” you said, feeling your cheeks burning from embarrassment.

Joel made a low sound that sounded a bit like a half growl, and half laugh. "You gotta name it baby, I ain’t no goddamn psychic." He laughed. Of course he knew what part of your body ache, but he just wanted to hear you saying it, he wanted to hear yor soft and innocent voice saying he’d wrecked you so bad that your cunt was sore.

"My… pussy..." You replied shyly, feeling the heat bloom in your cheeks. Daddy could be so mean to you sometimes.

“Your pussy, baby? That what hurts? Well that makes sense, y’just got stretched open like a goddamn flower by me. It’s gonna be tender down there for a while.”

He gave your thigh a gentle squeeze and pressed his lips against your forehead. "It’s all normal, baby. That was your first time, ain’t no shame in that. You just opened up for me, lemme take you like that. Took a big step, n’ now your body’s tellin’ you bout it.”

You blinked back tears and Joel shook his head, his voice had that strange mix of rough love and softness. You tried so hard to hold back those tears, but your body was sore and overwhelmed. And the way Joel spoke to you—so sweet and tender—telling you that you were a fragile flower just opening for the first time… that made everything inside you feel raw and unbearably emotional.

“Don’tcha go feelin’ bad, alright? You did everythin’ right. You were brave. So goddamn good f’me.”

He helped you sit up, moving slow and careful so nothing twisted wrong, so the pain between your legs wouldn’t worsen. Then he got up, heading for the kitchen.

“I’m gonna make you some tea,” he said over his shoulder. “You gotta keep y’self hydrated, yeah? You just rest, babygirl. Let daddy take care o’you.”

When he returned minutes later with a steaming mug, he sat beside you and pressed it into your hands. “Here,” he said softly. “Take small sips. ‘M watchin’ you.”

You smiled weakly, taking little sips of the tea he’d made you, but before you could say anything he kissed your cheek, your jaw, then slid down beneath the blankets.

“Daddy… W-what are you doing—?”

“Gonna take a look, babygirl,” he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “You don’t get to take my cock like that for the first time and not have daddy check on his lil’ hole in the mornin’.”

He pushed the covers up and slipped down between your thighs, spreading your legs open with maddening slowness, making you gasp when the cold air hit your still-wet folds. Joel groaned when he saw the state of you.

“Jeeesus, baby…”

Your pussy was red, puffy, swollen from being pounded the night before, even if he’d tried to be gentle, you’d been really stretched, and so he wasn’t surprised to see the state of your poor cunt. His cum was still inside you, dripping out slowly, sliding over your folds in thick, creamy globs.

Joel exhaled a low, shaky breath, knowing that he was the reason it looked like that, did things to his head. His voice went syrupy-sweet. “Oh, angel. Look at this poor lil’ pussy. You’re real sore, huh?”

You squirmed again, your cheeks getting hotter by the second, you couldn’t get any more embarrased. “F-feels weird…”

“I bet it does,” he chuckled, as if it find this whole situation amusing. “daddy left you ruined.”

He kissed your thigh, then the other, taking his time, whispering praises like he was talking to a baby with a scraped knee. “You did such a good job, baby. Took it all… let daddy be the first. I know it was too rough but m’gonna kiss it better.”

Your breath caught when he brushed his thumbs gently along your folds, he was barely touching you, but just that small contact was enough to make you shiver from how overstimulated you still were from last night. He then leaned in and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss right to your clit.

“Nggghh, daddy.” You whimpered, your poor aching nub couldn’t take any more stimulation.

“Mmm, still twitchin’ for me. Still swollen. Poor thing,” he kissed you again but lower now, his lips felt warm and soft on your sore entrance. “Thassit, let daddy soothe it. Just wanna make it better.”

He mouthed at you so very gently, his tongue was just flicking lazily, with feather-light licks over your raw folds, he wasn’t trying to make you cum, that wasn’t his goal right now, he knew your body was too exhausted and too used, to handle another orgasm, what you needed was just the warmth of his tongue to soothe your pain away.

Your body melted into the mattress, even through all the weird sensations you were experiencing from having your first time just hours ago, you still enjoyed how Joel alwaus took care of you. “Feels… nice,” you whispered.

Joel smiled against your pussy, whispering praises between every kiss. “There’s my good girl. Bein’ so brave after gettin’ wrecked.” He sucked delicately on your clit, just once was enough to get you to let out a high little sound and twitch your legs with over-sensibility. “Shhh, baby. Not tryin’ to get you all worked up again. Daddy’s just takin’ care o’you.”

He pressed one last, lingering kiss to your sore, used hole before pulling the blankets back over your legs and crawling back up your body.

You looked at him, and when you spoke your voice sounded so small. “D-daddy... does it always hurt that much the first time?”

Joel’s eyes met yours and oh, his hear ached with how sweet you looked, you were just his dumb babygirl. “For some girls, yeah. You were real tight, baby. I tried to go slow, but… guess even slow, ’m a lot to take, huh?”

You nodded slowly, biting your lips as you reminded how hard it’d been to take him last night, how big he was. “You are.”

He leaned in and kissed your temple. “But you took me anyway. All of me. You did so good.”

You felt so content with yourself for making Joel feel good last night, it was the only thing you wanted, having daddy to be proud of you. “So… does that mean I’m your big girl now?”

Joel stayed still for a second, thinking about his answer, and then he smiled with dark eyes. “Oh, baby,” he said with his soft, almost mocking, voice. “You wanna know if you’re my big girl now that you took my cock?”

You nodded slowly as Joel leaned in to whisper in your ear. “You’re my good girl. My brave girl. My sweet, innocent little thing who let me stretch her open for the first time. But you ain’t my big girl yet, angel. Not ‘til you can take it nice and rough f’me. Then we’ll talk about bein’ big.”

Your mouth fell open, part of you, even being sore, was still hoping for more, for feeling that delicious and maddening stretch again.

Joel smirked, kissing your jaw. “F’now,” he said, more gently, “you’re my sore lil’ thing. You’ll be achy for a bit, but I’ll help. Gonna rub you down after this, alright? You stay in bed and I’ll cook, bring you water, tuck you in. My baby doesn’t lift a finger today. Let daddy take care of his baby girl.”

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You’d stayed curled in Joel’s lap the entire day, tucked beneath his chin, your fingers tangled in the front of his shirt. He hadn’t let go of you for a second, and maybe it was the safety of his arms, or the way he kept pressing kisses into your hair, maybe it was how you could still hear the echo of his voice in your head repeating all those beautiful and filthy words he’d whispered last night, but something started stirring in your belly, you could name it now, you knew the feeling, it was arousal, you were turned on again. You shifted slightly, just enough to press your thigh between his, wanting to check if he was feeling the same way, if he was hard and as desperate for you as you were for him.

You felt Joel’s breath hitching, and then his hand slid up your back in slow motions. “What’s that for, huh?”

You kissed him on the corner of his mouth. “Just wanted to feel you.”

Joel tilted his head toward you, catching your mouth with his, the kiss was slow, he didn’t rush it, just let the heat between your mouths build. Every second that passed, the kiss turned deeper, he tangled his hand in your hair, keeping the other one low on your spine to anchor you, keeping you pressed to him.

You whimpered into his mouth, the heath in between your thighs was unberable now, you desperately needed that relief he gave you last night, needed his hands, his mouth, his cock, anything at all.

“Easy,” Joel’s lips brushed yours. “Still sore, ain’t you?”

“… A little.”

Joel smiled faintly, leaning back enough to cup your cheeks in his hands, you were so sweet it pyshically hurt. “You feelin’ needy again, baby?”

Your cheeks went hot with shame for being so open about how aroused you were. “Maybe.”

“My poor baby squirmin’.”He chuckled, the sound coming from deep inside his chest. “You really are my baby girl.”

You kissed him again before you lost your nerve. Joel let you take the lead this time, his lips remained open, letting you explore him, taste him, press as deep as you wanted. You clumsily rocked your hips against his thigh, causing him to grunt when he felt the dampness of your panties agaisnt his skin.

“Aww, angel,” he cooed against your lips, as condescending as always. “You tryin’ to get some cock again? Even though you’re all tender an’ puffy down there?”

You pulled back just slightly, just enough for Joel to catch how flushed your face was, and how much you were panting. “Joel…”

He kissed the corner of your mouth. “What, baby?”

“I really want to do it again.”

Joel stilled. Oh dear Lord, you were killing him without even realizing it, you could feel his hands twitch where they held you, trying to restrain himself from pushing you down and take you the way he wanted, the way he needed, hard and rough until you were crying and cock-drunk. You, all sweet and tender but still asking for more, still asking for him… that was too much for his poor old heart.

He sat back a little more, looking at you with those deep, dark eyes full of desire. “Say it again.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a little nervous. Yes, you wanted it so much, but you still remembered how much it’d hurt last night. “I want to do it again.”

His jaw flexed, he tried to remain calm, not to show how desperate he was getting. “You sure?”

You nodded quickly, almost too eagerly, you weren’t as good as him to hide your emotions. “Pleeeaase.”

Joel kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then your jaw. “You sweet lil’ thing, look at ya. Still sore, still cryin’ about takin’ my cock, and now you wanna do it again.”

You whimpered, just a whiny little sound escaping your lips. “Mhhhm.”

“You want your man’s cock back inside that tight lil’ pussy? Want daddy’s cock inside again?”

You buried your face in his neck, ashamed for having to almost beg him to fuck you. “Jooooeel—” You whine.

“Aww, baby, don’t hide. You want to be a big girl? Then say it.”

You hesitated, he was so blunt and crude all the time, but for you it was still difficult to say such words, “I… I want your cock, Joel.”

He growled low, feeling too pleased with himself for getting you to say those words. Joel knew how easily you got embarrased, how much you struggled to be blunt and say dirty words. “That’s my girl. You want this old man’s cock again, don’t cha?”

Your cheeks burned a little more. “Jooeel… pleeease”

“You wanna be full, baby? Hmm?” His voice turned into a slow, Southern purr, full of desperation as his hunger for you only grew stronger, but he was enjoying this too much to stop, he loved watching you squirming and begging, you were so innocent, almost not knowing how to react when being teased. “You want your daddy to fuck that sweet lil’ cunt again? Fill you up real nice?”

You nodded, your lips parted to make another little whiny sound. “Want it, daddy.”

"Daddy wants to fuck you from behind, baby. Is that okay?"

You nodded again. You needed him so bad, in however position he wanted it, as long as he sunk that glorious dick inside you again.

"Attagirl," Joel whispered while kissing your cheek. "Wanna see that perfect little ass up in the air."

Joel flipped you gently onto your stomach, guiding your posture, so your chest would be pressed agaisnt the matress, helping you arch your back by pulling your hips up and spreading your legs wide to make space for him behind you.

“Ass up, baby. There ya go. Just like that.”

He peeled your panties off, already soaked through at the center, and spread your legs open even more, his big hands pushing your thighs apart like he owned every inch of you. You were still flushed, still a little swollen and raw from the night before, your bare pussy glistening, lips parted just enough to show how used you still were. He ran a thumb gently down your slit, slow and possessive. “Aww, look at that. Goddamn, baby. So wet, she missed me, huh? Missed daddy’s cock in this cute lil’ pussy?”

You nodded, eyes wide, lips trembling. “It’s yours, daddy.”

“Damn right it is.” He leaned down to kiss your shoulder. “Little nervous, ain’t cha?”

You nodded again and Joel chuckled low against your skin, letting his hand brush the curve of your ass. “Course you are,” he murmured. “First time like this always gets girls shaky.”

You whimpered, the anticipation for what was to come was killing you.

“Shhh,” he cooed. “I got cha, baby. Gonna be real gentle. At first.”

His hand found yours, fingers intertwined with yours in an attempt to calm your nerves, as he kissed the side of your neck.

“Now this might feel a little different,” he said. “A little deeper. You lemme know if it’s too much.”

He took his time to line himself up, the fat head of his cock sliding slick and slow through your folds. You whimpered when he pressed against your entrance, he hadn’t even pushed in yet, and you were already feeling dizzy. You weren’t feeling extremely nervous though, you were still new at this, it was only your second time, but you’d already taken him the night before, and you knew you could take him again, you wanted it more than anything.

He eased forward, slow and steady, the thick length of him pressing into you inch by inch, making your breath hitch with that first thrust of his hips. The stretch burned, but it was perfect.

“Thassit, baby… Good girl, you’re doin’ so good f’me,” he kept pushing deeper. “Almost there, baby, just a lil’ more… takin’ me so fuckin’ well.”

You whimpered, your voice was muffled in the pillow, as he bottomed out, fully seated inside you now. So deep it felt like he was carved into your cunt.

“Oh god, Joel—”

It hurt a little, okay, maybe a bit more than a little. Your pussy was still trying to figure out how to take such an invasive grith, how to stretch so your inner walls could adjust to his size. But even through the pain it still felt incredibly good, out-of-this-world good. It was so hot, so new, the veins of his cock were dragging all your sensitive nerves, and you could swear his tip was already kissing your cervix even when he wasn’t all the way in yet.

“I know, baby,” Joel groaned behind you. “Fuck, that’s deep, ain’t it?”

You nodded frantically.

“Belly-down makes it real tight. Fucks you different. You feelin’ full?”

“Mhhm,” you whimpered.

“Thassit,” he cooed, pressing deeper still, his hips flush to your ass now. “You’re takin’ it so good. Like your little body was made for this.”

You whimpered again as he started to move with slow, grinding thrusts, every drag of his cock was making your whole body tighten around him. It wasn’t fast, and he wasn’t being particulary rough. But holy fuck, the pressure and the stretch were still there as a reminder of how deep inside you he was.

“It’s a lot, huh?” Joel murmured in your ear. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you how to take it like this.”

“S-so deep… Joel, it’s so much—”

“I know, baby. I know. Just take it. You can take it, can’t you? You wanted to be daddy’s big girl, then prove me you are.” His hands gripped your hips tighter, guiding you into each thrust like he was teaching your body how to move with his, how to fit around him like you were made for it.

You nodded and the tears started slipping from the corner of your eyes, Joel kissed the back of your neck with his sweet lips.

“You cryin’ already?” he said softly, smug. “Poor little thing, takin’ it so deep she don’t know what to do.”

He reached between your legs and started rubbing slow, tight circles over your achey clit, fingers practiced, like they knew exactly what they were doing. You gasped at the contact, already sensitive, still sore from the night before, and the added stimulation from his fingers made your hips jerk. He started to fuck into you harder, rougher, and meaner, as if he’d grown tired of being gentle with you. Each thrust was driving the air from your lungs as the movement of his fingers matched the now punishing rhythm of his hips.

"S’sorry, baby, but daddy needs it a bit rougher now, yeah? Can you take it a bit harder for me?”

You whimpered, a soft desperate sound leaving your lips as you nodded quickly, eager to please him in however way he wanted. “Y-yes… please."

You wanted to feel what it was like when Joel stopped holding back, wanted to see him lose control because of you, to be good enough to drive him wild.

Joel let out a low, dark sound from deep in his chest. “That’s my girl.”

And then he snapped his hips forward, slamming into you so deep and hard that you cried out, your body jolted under the sudden force of his thrusts. There was no gentleness anymore in the way he moved, just the raw desire of having being deep inside you again, his cock was pounding into you like he was trying to leave a mark not only on your body, but on your very soul, so you’d only remember him... the only man who’d ever fucked you, the only man you’d ever need.

“Fuuuck yes,” Joel groaned, closing his eyes, trying not to lose it too soon. “You’re daddy’s little toy, huh?”

You didn’t answer, you just sobbed into the pillow, feeling overwhelmed already, but you didn’t want it to stop, you needed him to keep going, no matter how hard or rough he was.

“Say it,” he snapped, thrusting into you so hard your hips bounced. “Say what you are.”

“Daddy’s—daddy’s toy,” you choked out the words. “Yours… only yours.”

He grunted, slapping your ass hard, the impact from his hand made your cheeks jiggle, your body bumping forward, and the sudden wave of heat spread from your ass through the rest of your body.

“That’s right. My pussy. My mess. My fuckin’ hole.”

He spanked you again, harder this time, making you cry out as your slick sprayed from the force of it. His palm came down again, again, until your ass was red and shaking, feeling the overwhelmed sting that almost borderline on pain.

Then his hand fisted in your hair and yanked your head back. “Look at cha,” he panted, trying to catch his breath but not slowing down for a second. “Cryin’. You’re fuckin’ cryin’ for it, babygirl.”

Your cries were breathless, just a bunch of high-pitched sobs that got louder with every bounce of your body. And watching you cry from how good he was fucking you made Joel clench his ass, curl his toes in overwhelming extasis.

“You fuckin’ love it when I break you. Love bein’ daddy’s dumb little baby, don’t cha?” Joel spat, not really expecting an answer from you, just stating the obvious.

You nodded, completely gone, incapable of doing anything but nod, cry, and take everything he gave you. He leaned down to press his chest to your back, with one hand wrapping around your throat while the other gripped your hip tight.

“Gonna fuck you dumb,” he growled like a wild animal. “Split this tight fuckin’ pussy til you can’t speak. Gonna stuff ya full, baby. Want that?”

He slammed into you over and over, his cock slapping against your drenched folds, your cunt gripping him like it had a mind of its own and it wanted to keep him there forever. His full-body thrusts had the bed shaking, the headboard creaking, your cunt gushing around him harder and harder.

“Fuckin’ look at you, takin’ it like that, so fuckin’ tight ‘round me, suckin’ me back in every time. You love this, don’t you? Love bein’ daddy’s good little fucktoy.”

You sobbed out a moan, your brain was barely hanging on, all your words were dissolving into moans and needy whines.

Joel groaned. “You’re milkin’ me, baby. Pussy’s squeezin’ so tight.”

You whimpered into the pillow, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. You thought it couldn’t get any deeper than last night, but you were so wrong, he was even deeper inside you now, filling every inch, every nerve ending. You could feel him pressing into places only he could reach, his control was absolute, your body was completely his.

“I know,” he soothed. “I know it’s a lot. But you’re takin’ it. You’re takin’ all o’me like such a big girl. “You like that, baby? Like feelin’ me take what’s mine?”

“Y-yes—d-daddy—p-please don’t stop!"

“You feel this?” he growled, emphasizing his words with a violent thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs. “That’s how it feels when your man fucks you for real.”

Joel didn’t stop for a second. You didn’t even know how he had so much energy in that old, worn-down body, but somehow, his pace never faltered. It was like he’d gone into autopilot, like your pussy was the only thing keeping him alive and functioning. In this moment, he didn’t feel his weak knees, didn’t feel the constant ache in his lower back. All he felt was you, the tight, wet heat of you gripping him, the way your whimpers turned into broken sobs every time he bottomed out.

"Say you love it," Joel growled behind you. "Say you love how this cock stretched you out."

"I love it," you sobbed. "L-Love h-how y-you s-stretch m-me."

He kept fucking into you with those deep, hungry thrusts, each one more possessive than the last, hips smacking against your ass with bruising force, again and again, until your voice gave out completely and you could only sob in shattered little gasps.

“You gonna cum?” he hissed. “Come on, baby. Let daddy feel you.”

You shattered around him with a sob, your climax hit suddenly, hard and hot, your back arching like a cat, your cries being muffled in the pillow. Joel groaned loud and slammed in deep, holding himself there as he came hard too, spilling every last drop of his warm and thick cum inside you with a low, “Ohhhh fuuuuck, baby. Take it all, lemme fill ya up.”

You collapsed forward, panting, your whole body limp and so utterly wrecked. Joel kissed your back, your shoulder, your hair while still deep inside your spent cunt, he just lay there, covering you, softening inside you, one hand petting your thigh. You were still crying with soft, hiccupy sobs.

“M’proud of you,” he whispered. “So fuckin’ proud. My big girl.”

You turned your face to the side, your wet eyes fluttering shut. “D-did I really do good, daddy?”

Joel chuckled softly, still buried to the hilt. “You did perfect, baby. First time on your belly and you took it like a fuckin’ dream.”

He drifted his eyes lower, taking in the sight of your spent cunt.

"Oh goddamn, baby… look at all this tryin’ to escape, pretty lil’ hole can’t even hold it all" Joel muttered, his voice was thick with pride as he watched the ropes of cum sliding slowly from your stretched pussy. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Can’t be lettin’ that go to waste.”

You gasped softly as you felt the delicate pressure of Joel’s fingers, gathering the slick cum dripping from your cunt. And then, with that same gentle care, he pushed it right back inside, his fingers sinking into your sensitive hole.

“There we go,” his fingers were curling, pressing deeper inside you, making sure every drop stayed where it belonged. “That’s better. Keep it all in, baby, keep me in you.”

You were still crying a little, sobbing even after he collapsed beside you, his cock wet and shining with the mess he’d left inside you. Your body trembled in tiny waves, the backs of your thighs were sticky with cum, your ass was red and throbbing from his palm, and your pussy was sore, used, stretched open, pulsing from the rough fucking he’d given you.

“Hey, hey, baby. No, c’mere. C’mere, daddy’s got you.”

You hiccuped as he gathered you into his arms, big hands cradling you, dragging you onto his chest, tucking your head under his chin. You melted into him instantly, he was so warm and he made you feel so safe.

“I-I don’t—I can’t stop—” you whispered, voice tiny and cracked as your tears ran down your cheeks.

Joel kissed your temple over and over, his voice was full of guilt. “I know, babygirl. I know. You’re alright, daddy’s got you now.”

“‘M okay… It—It was—It was just so much.”

Joel exhaled a shaky breath of relief. “Ya better tell daddy when it’s too much, yeah?”

You nodded into his chest.

“You were perfect, baby. Took it so fuckin’ well. You made daddy feel so good. Always do.”

You whimpered softly, feeling your throat raw from crying and screaming. Joel tilted your chin up gently with two fingers. “You want somethin’ to calm down, angel?” he asked softly.

Your lip quivered again, you knew exactly what you needed. “…Can I suck daddy’s finger?”

Joel nearly melted right there, he loved having you falling asleep sucking on his thumb. “Oh, baby. ‘Course you can. You want your pacifier, huh? Need somethin’ in your mouth to soothe you down?”

You nodded, desperate for that comfort you were seeking, Joel smiled gently and then brought his hand up, slipping one thick, warm finger into your mouth.

“There you go, babygirl,” he murmured. “Just like that. Suck on daddy’s finger, yeah? Settle that sweet lil’ brain down.”

You wrapped your lips around it immediately, and the soft suckling noises began to fill the quiet room. Your tongue curled around the pad of his thumb, and Joel groaned low in his chest.

“Look at you. Still so needy, even after cryin’ like that. You just love bein’ my baby, don’t cha?”

You nodded faintly around his finger. His other hand rubbed your back, his bare chest warm against your cheek.

“You cried so pretty,” he added, kissing your hair. “Made such beautiful little sounds while daddy fucked you full. Could feel your whole body shakin’. You just needed me, didn’t you?”

You hummed around his finger, your tears finally slowing.

“That’s what I’m here for, baby. To take care of every part of you..”

You sucked on his finger slower now, eyelids drooping as you felt your body falling into full relaxation, allowing yourself to fall sleep in his arms. Joel tucked the blanket around you both and let his hand stroke your side, grounding you with every gentle pass.

“You rest, babygirl,” he whispered. “You’re daddy’s good girl. My perfect baby. I’m not lettin’ you go.”

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A/N: Thank you so much for all the love you gave to the two previous parts!! I’m so glad you enjoyed them🩷🩷 Hope you like this one as well, your likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated.

As I wrap this up, I’m also diving into a new, long-ish series I’ve had in mind for a while. A little angsty, a little smutty, with the grumpy!Joel and sunshine!Reader trope. I’m so excited about it and can’t wait to finish the first part and share it with you all!!

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i got a haircut and it looks fire but i just realised that now i'll have to style it everyday or it'll look like shit and i'm super lazy

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wipe that smile from your face ~ 18+ (dad!joel drabble)

ask: “hole inspection with dad!joel after he caught you smiling when texting a boy” ~ @mytearsricochetm

joel noticed it last week.

it started off with small things, coming back from your lectures an hour or two after they finished. on your phone more often that usual.

nothing that he was too concerned about. but then, you’d stopped sleeping in your daddy’s bed. stopped loving on him as much as usual. that’s when joel knew something was up.

so today, while he was sorting out dinner, he thought it was the perfect time to talk to you. he wanted to take a gentle approach — he was concerned after all.

you sat at the kitchen table seemingly texting avery — your best friend, but who smiles that much while texting a friend? you let out a little giggle at whatever “avery” had texted you and that seemed to be joels final straw.

he turned around abruptly, dropping the wooden spoon into the pan of stew — not caring about the browny liquid splashing up onto the tile of the wall. “that’s it. who are ya texting’ over there, girl?” he snapped.

you looked up, startled — guilty as sin. “i- avery, dad. i told you that.”

dad gave you a look that said “don’t bullshit me” so you decided not to cross him. by now your face was beat red, hand clutching your phone in a deathly grip.

“let me see your phone.” he demanded, already walking over.

panic immediately started to rise within you. it wasn’t like you were sexting with bryce — oh yeah, his name was bryce. he was the same age as you and you met him in your investigative journalism class. the class was assigned a project and he asked if he could use your notes — one thing led to another and you’d given him your number. you hadn’t ever been romantically or sexually involved with anyone other than your father, so it was daunting talking to him to say the least, especially considering the fact you had to hide it from joel.

it was all very innocent, just some harmless flirting.

“dad—”

“don’t.” he interrupted sternly, snatching your phone from your hand without any hesitation whatsoever. he looked at your phone, reading and scrolling through the messages. after he seemed to have enough, he dropped your phone down onto the table, it landing with a hard thud.

your throat bobbed, feeling heat travel up your chest. you knew that there wasn’t any way of talking yourself out of this. dad had read the messages, the messages that were with a boy that wasn’t him or your uncle tommy, that was enough.

he didn’t say anything right away, just brought his hand up to his face and squeezed the bridge of his nose. “bryce, huh?”

you nodded sheepishly. “yeah but.. but he’s just a friend daddy i sw—”

“i don’t wanna hear it.” he cut in. “i don’t wanna hear those fuckin’ excuses — fuckin’ lies.”

“i wasn’t lying!” you retorted, standing up defensively — your chair scraped the floor loudly.

“no?” joel asked.

“no, i just — ! i just didn’t tell you because i knew you’d throw a fit about it.”

“didja fuck ‘im?” he asked firmly.

you paused, blinking at him dumbly. “.. what?”

joel’s expression didn’t change, didn’t soften and he didn’t elaborate. “you heard me.”

“i.. no. no, why would you even think that?” you asked, suddenly feeling embarrassed about hearing dad talk about sex. it had been a while for the two of you, but you had just been so caught up in college that you didn’t even think about sex.

joel paused to think for a moment, then spoke up. “bedroom, all fours. meet ya there in a second.” his expression was unreadable and it caused a wave of weariness come over you. you hadn’t done anything wrong. you hadn’t slept with bryce, you hadn’t even kissed him, but ever since you’d been a kid, you’d always had a guilty face even if you didn’t do anything wrong.

you met joel in the bedroom like he asked, spread out on all fours , ass up in the air ready for him. you’d stripped down to your bra and panties, not entirely sure what it was that he wanted from you.

the anticipation was a killer — desire surging through your veins and igniting your whole being. your nipples peaked beneath your white bra that was decorated with pink polka dots. your matching underwear was already showing the arousal pooling there. you heard dad rattling around his bedroom, likely grabbing whatever he needed.

minutes later, he arrived in your room, striding toward you with firm, measured steps. you felt something heavy drop down on the bed behind you. you turned your head and was met with joel kneeling behind you, just in his jeans now, no shirt. he had a flashlight on the bed behind you and now you knew what he was doing.

pussy inspection time.

joel pried your thighs open wider and spread your soft butt cheeks, planting a kiss on either one. he was being surprisingly gentle with you considering the circumstances. you undies were already off, tossed on the floor somewhere around your room. joel’s thumb ran through your slit gently, rubbing a little circle into your clit forcing a whimper from your throat.

“now i know ya said that nothin’ happened with you and this bryce,” he started, saying bryce’s name like it was sour on his tongue. “but i just gotta be sure, okay? gotta check ya little princess parts, get proof that ain’t no punks been near ya.”

you were barely listening, just nodding along and dropping your face and chest down into your mattress. you pouted a little “ooooh,” coming out at the feel of joel thumbing at your little clit and leaning down to press a kiss right on your asshole to soothe you.

“i know, sweet girl. i know.” joel cooed.

he let a string of saliva drop down from his mouth and onto your taut ring. his slick dribbled down to your pussy, right where he wanted it. he stroked it into your cunt opening and prodded his middle finger at it.

you stiffened up a little at the action but joels voice soothed you. “hey — hey, relaaax. just feel that stretch f’me, baby.” you relaxed your muscles at that, letting joel to slide a finger past your opening and into your pussy.

“oh, daddy—” you choked, feeling the stretch from only one of his fingers. he pushed his ring finger in along with his middle and curled them up toward your sensitive walls. you clenched around him — a clear sign that he’d reached that spot just right.

“just as tight as your last check.” he noted, picking up the flashlight and clicking it on. he pulled his fingers back until just the tips of them were in, then thrusted them slowly back in to the knuckle. “biiiig stretch, there ya go.” he chuckled, watching the way your pussy stretched around his fingers so perfectly.

“nguh — ah, daddy..” you whined, sniffling softly. “s-see? i was- wasn’t a bad girl.”

this gif is literally how i’ve been the past few days, i have been on a ROLL with my writing goddamn. anyways hope y’all enjoy this.. it’s kinda rushed tho

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rewatching tlou and i hate how tommy kept joel in the dark about jackson, like i get that he wanted the community safe and all that but he's your BROTHER. and he just let him to wonder if he was alive or not