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old enough to remember when smut was called ‘lemons’ but young enough that i had absolutely no business knowing that smut was called ‘lemons’ at the time 

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you’ve gotta talk him into it to make sure he knows just how much you want it, but like

professor/scientist/husband reed richards strapping you to his work table one night and seeing how many orgasms he can pull out of you, under the guise of science

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Does anyone else have an itch that only Joel Miller can scratch?

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I NEED TO BITE ON SOMETBING SOMEONE SEDATE MEEE😫😫😫😫😫😫

Today is a good day.

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yup that’s my sneaky lil guy

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this made me pregnant

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Just gimme one chance please just one 🤭😋

thinking about lazily sucking his cock with my head resting on his lap while we watch a movie

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She is sensitive. She does not see the world as it is. She's a bit up in the clouds. She cannot fit in.

Christa Wolf, Cassandra

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AaaaAAUUHH

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Need me an older man sending me selfies like these, then and only then my life would be complete 😌💕🎀

Your emergency contact.

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Glad you enjoyed itt 🤭

please please PLEASE more hyperspermia with joel. maybe a longer fic where he just keeps filling reader over and over and over and talking sooo filthy. maybe sprinkle in some mean joel… 😔

(need this man #raw)

One more

Parings: mean!joel miller x fem!reader

Content warnings: explicit content 18+, overstimulation, breeding kink, hyperspermia, degradation (calling reader 'milkslut', 'cumdump'), praise kink, cock bulge/belly bulge, cum inflation/swollen belly, hair pulling and slapping, possessive and mean!joel, choking (consensual), dirty talk, use of pet names 'babygirl' and 'sweetheart, excessive cum play, potential physical exhaustion/weakness of reader.

Word count: 1000

Your body's already trembling neath him, the sheets ruined, soaked with sweat and slick and cum, but dosent stop.

He can't.

He needs it.

Needs you. Like this.

He mutters something under his breath, something low and filthy and before gripping your hip, hauling you up onto your side. You're pliant, twitching, a gasp trapped in your throat as he rolls you, presses his chest to your back and sinks back inside your slick, aching cunt.

Slow. Deep. Possessive.

"Fuck- joel-"

"Shh. Shh, baby. I know."

His voice is all gravel and heat, right at your ear as he presses his palmdown over your belly. "Just one. Just need one."

But it's never just one with him.

He drives in again. And again.

Thick and hard and dripping wet, dragging the mess of himself lit of you, only to bury it back in with a bruising slap of skin. You're so full, streched wide and trembling as he fucks his cum deeper and deeper inside. "So fuckin' tight," Joel grits out, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your shouler. "You feel that, sweetheart? That's all me. All that mess dripping down your thighs. Fuckin- look at you." He fists your hair and makes you lift your head just enough to see the bulge in your stomach, his cock, thick and swollen, pushing up against the swell in your belly as he pistons inside you.

"Milkslut," He growls.

"That what you wanted? That why you were beggin' earlier, grindin' all needy on meoke some dumb little bitch in heat?"

You whimper, tears spilling. It's too much- but you crave every second of it. "Uh-huh," He smirks, breathing hot filth into your skin.

"You like being red, don't you? Like gettin' filled up, leaking all over the fuckin' sheets like a messy little whore." His voice drops, darker now. The pace is brutal. The sound of your soaked pussy clapping against his hips is loud in the room,arched only by your stuttering moans.

"Mine"

A hard thrust.

"Mine"

Another.

"Say it."

You can't even form the word, not when he's gripping your throat, not when your brain's short circuited from the pleasure, your cunt spasming around him from the fourth orgasm he's wrung our of you in the last hour.

He doesn't care.

"Say it."

"Y-Yours, Joel- oh fuck, I'm yours-"

"That's right, baby."

He slaps your ass, watching it jiggle. Watching you take it.

"Good fuckin' girl, such a good little cum dump for me. Gonna fuck a baby into you, keep you swollen all the fuckin' time."

You clench.

That breaks him.

His thrusts go sloppy as he empties into you again, groaning loud, hips grinding into the mess between your thighs, making sure mome of it leaks out. "Goddamn - take it, sweetheart. Don't spill a drop. You hear me?" Your thighs are shaking. His seed is leaking. And Joel just laughs, low and mean.

"Better get used to this, darlin'. 'Cause I ain't pullin' out ever again."

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You've already lost count.

Maybe it was the third time he came- maybe the fifth. It's impossible to know anymore with how long he's kept you pinned, stuffed full of his cock, held there like a ragdoll while he fucks you into the mattress. His chest is slick with sweat, body heavy and burning against your back as he thrusts up into you, rutting slow and deep. Every movement makes your cunt squelch loud, messy, soaked in his cum and slick and spit and who the fuck knows what else.

"You hear that?"

Joel bites your earlobe as he pushes in to the hilt.

"You fucking hear that, baby? That's me pourin' into you again"

And he is.

You feel it.

Another thick gush floods you as he groans, hips grinding in tight, desperate circles, pumping rope after rope of heat so deep it makes your eyes flutter back. The pressure builds in your belly, a warmth that spreads slow, growing fuller, heavier, deeper.

"Shit- fuck," You whimper, voice shaking. "Its- joel- it's too much, I can't-"

"You can, sweetheart. You will."

He smirks into your neck, teeth grazing skin. "This cunt's made to take it. My messy little milkslut."

Your belly's swollen now, soft and rounded where his cock bulges up through your skin. His hand spreads wide over it, pressing down just enough to feel himself from the inside. "Fuckin' look at this," Be growls, voice dropping filth.

"Can feel my cock through your tummy. You're so fuckin' full, babygirl. Stuffed to the brim and still takin' it. "

He pulls back just an inch only to ram in again.

A squirt of cum spills from between your thighs. It's not the first time. Wont be the last.

"There it is. Can't even hold it anymore."

He watches it leak down your ass, pooling beneath you on the sheets.

"Made my own little cumdump. Look at that mess. So greedy for it. "

Another thrust. You sob into the pillow, overstimulated and burning. Your thighs are shaking, soaked with slick and sweat and his endless release.

"Gotta keep fuckin' it back in"

He shoves deeper, groaning.

"I ain't done. Not 'till I plug you ful. 'till there's no room left in that little pussy of yours."

You're whimpering, clawing weakly at the sheets.

"Say it," He grits out, slapping your plump red ass.

"Say what you are."

"I'm- I'm your- your milkslut," You gasp, breath hitching.

"Fuck Joel- I'm your filthy little milkslut-"

"Good fuckin' girl."

Another load floods you. Thick, hot, endless. Your belly streches a little more beneath his hand and Joel moans sl deep it rumbles against your back. "That's it. Take it. Take every last fuckin' drop." When he finally stops moving, cock still twitching inside you, you feel it. The sheer weight of him isndid. How soaked you are, how ruined.

But Joel just keeps you there. Plugged full, your cunt fluttering weakly around him.

You're shaking.

He laughs softly and strokes your belly.

"Gonna knock you up real good this time, babygirl."

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NOT THE MINION EYE!!! 😭🥹🥹🩵💛

NEED TO BITE HIS ARMS AND THEN BEG HIM TO GRAB AND HOLD MY HIPS WITH THOSE ARMS AND THEN ASK HIM TO CHOP ONIONS AND MUSHROOMS FOR OUR DINNER WITH THOSE ARMS

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Reed Richards fucking you slow and deep, whispering praise and sweet words of encouragement as he begins stretching out his cock while he’s inside you.

When you whine, and scrape your nails down his back, Reed just kisses your hairline, firmly, tenderly. Thumbing away any drool on your chin, or any bead of sweat that formed on your brow. You feel his warm palms clutch your thighs and his belly press to yours. Then, right in your ear: “Just a little more, baby. You’re okay, honey. You’re made for this.”

He doesn’t go too far, doesn’t stretch too big, either way. He’s gentle too, kissing every inch of that pretty face of yours, your neck, collarbone chest, as he’d keep reminding you of the one thing that was for sure:

He was gonna make it stick this time.

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I have a requestttt!! Joel and Ellie have been in Jackson for a couple months and reader and Ellie have gotten to be friends (she’s older than Ellie by about 10ish years), and at the same time reader and Joel have been seeing each other in private and are being super quiet because they’re aware of their age gap and she doesn’t wanna hurt Ellie. Then one day they’re in bed being wild and they don’t hear Ellie coming up the stairs then she walks in on them having sex and they all freak out and tension and angst ensues.. THANK YOU LOOOVE YOUR WRITING

His dirty little secret

Pairings: Joel miller x fem!reader

Content warnings: explicit content 18, age gap (50s/20s), rough sex, hair pulling, power imbalance, praise kink, degradation kink, breeding kink/ impregnation talk, secret afair, unprotected sex, betrayal of a close friend, guilt, shame, regret, sudden walk in/ caught during sex, angst, emotional tension, unresolved aftermath.

Word count: 1000

You weren't supposed to be doing this.

Not here. Not now. Not with him.

The creak of Joel's floorboards behind his closed bedroom door had your nerves on the ddgew, but that didn't stop the way you moaned when he bent forward ove rhis mattress, one big hand gripping the back of your neck, the other lifting your dress up to your waist. "Keep your voice down," He growled, voice rough and low, bot against your ear. "You want her hearin' this?"

You whimpered, already wet, thighs trembling. "N-No..."

"No what?" His voice went lower. Meaner. "No, sir."

"No, sir," You breathed, and god, the way that made his cock twitch against the back of your thigh...

You'd both been hiding this for weeks. Ever since Joel and Ellie shower up in Jackson, cold and half starved from the road, and you'd been the one to show them around the town. Ellie was sweet, sharp tongued and clever. You liked ber. Alot. She reminded you of the sister you lost. And Joel.... Joel lookwd at you like he hadn't been touched in years. The first time he kissed you, it was bebindtbe stables in the dark. The second time, he had you bent over a bale of hay, hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he fucked you so deep your knees gave out.

But this?

This was his house. With Ellie sleeping just downstairs.

Toy braced yourself on the mattress, face down, hips up. Joel groaned low behind you, pushing your panties to the side and pressing the thick head of his cock against your entrance. "Look at you," He murmured, dragging it slowly through your folds. "So fuckin' wet for me already, baby."

"Joel..."

That wassll you managed before he pushed in, slow and thick and unrelenting. He filled you in one long, deep stroke, knocking the breath right out of your lungs. "Jesus Christ," He muttered, jaw clenched. "Always so tight. Like your pussy was made just to take this cock, huh?"

Your fingers clawed the blanket beneath you. "God, Joel, please-"

"Shh," He leaned over you, mouth brushing your ear as he bottomed out, "don't wanna wake her up, babygirl. You know what'll happen if she finds out what I've been doin' to you..."

You nodded desperately. You knew.

But the. He started to move. Slow at first, deep and grinding. The drag of his cock inside you was unbearable, thick, hot, stretching you open in the best possible way. He grabbed your hair, just enough to titlt your head back, not enough ot hurt. "You like this, huh? Bein' my little secret." You whimpered and tried to nor. "Yes, joel- fuck, yes..." His hips snapped forward harderz and you gasped into his hand, muffled and aching. "God, I love this pussy," He growled. "you feel how deep I am? Gonna pump you so full of me, you'll be dripping for days..."

He slammed into you harder, rhythm brutal and relentless. The bed creaked under you, the slap of skin on skin loud in the otherwise quiet house. You knew you were being too loud, that if Ellie wasn't already awake, she would be soon.

But joel didn't stop.

"Gonna fuck a baby into you one of these nights," He hissed, voice ragged. "Gonna keep you so full, you'll never be able to hude it.st the whole fuckin' town know you're mine."

"Joel- oh my god-"

Your orgasm slammed into you like a wave, body clenching down around him so tight it made him groan, deep and primal. "That's it," He gritted. "Milk my cock, baby. Fuckin' take it. Take all of it-"

And just as he was about to fibsih-

Click.

The door creaked open.

"Joel?"

Both of your heads snapped towards the sound of Ellie's voice.

The second Ellie's voice echoed through the room, everything stopped. Your body froze under him, your blood turning to ice. Joel's hand clamped over your mouth again out of reflex, his other hand going straight for the blanket, yanking it over the both ofyou even as he was still inside you. Your chest was heaving, his too. The air was thick with sweat and sex and heat and there Ellie stood. Just inside the doorway, wide eyed. She hadn't knocked. Why would she? She never had to knock before.

But she knew.

The second her gaze landed on your tangled limbs, her face cracked.

You tried to speak. To explain. To breathe.

Joel was the one who moved first.

"Ellie," Be said, voice hoarse, strained. Barley human. "Get out. Now."

But she didn't.

She didn't move. She just stared at Joel. At you. At the way he was shielding you with his body. The way his hand still trembled against your side. "No," Ellie said and her voice sounded so small. "No fucking way." She took a step back, then anothr, like she was realizing it for the first time. "You've been- this whole time- you've been fucking her?"

"Ellie, stop,"Joel said sharply, swinging his legs out of bed and grabbing his pantss. "You don't understand what this is-"

"I don't understand?" Her voice broke, high and horrified. "You're old enough to be her dad, Joel!"

"I know that," He bit out. "And it ain't what you think-"

"No,fuck you!" She snapped. "Don't talk to me like I'm a kid. Don't- don't treat me like I'm too stupid to see what this is." You sat up slowly, the blanket clutched to your chest, heart pounding. The air was too thin. Your skin still smelled like him.

"Ellie-"

She cut her glare to you. "Don't. Don't you even try."

The words hit like a slap.

You flinched, shame rising in your throat like bile. You'd like to her. Everyday you smiled at her in town. Every night you kissed her father figure with your mouth still wet from laughing at her jokes. Joel ran a hand through his hair. "I should've told you. I was gonna tell yku-"

"When?" Shebarked. "Before or after you knocked her up? Jesus fucking Christ, joel" he winched like she'd punched him. "It wasn't like that."

"Bullshit!"

Her chest was heaving now, like she couldn't breathe, like she was drowning in the same guilt soaked sir that was chocking the both of you. You reached for her. "Ellie, please-"

"Don't!" She snapped again. "You see supposed to be my friend! You knew what he was to me. You knew-"

"I didn't mean to-" Your voice cracked. "It just- happened. I didn't mean for it to get this far..."

"But it did," She said. "And you didn't stop."

Joel stood between you both now, pants half buttoned, chest bare, arms out liem he was trying to hold back a war. "Ellie, you gotta know I didn't plan this. I didn't go lookin' for her. But i-" Hid throat worked around the words. "I love her. I do. And I'm sorry for how it came out. Im sorry it's hurting you..."

But Ellie was already walking away.

Down the stairs. Out of the door.

Gone.

The silence she left behind was deafening.

You sat there for a long time, tears welling in your eyes, too ashamed to speak. Joel was still by the door, staring after her like he was trying to reverse time with his eyes. When he finally turned to you.he looked wrecked.

"She hates me," you whispered.

"No, baby," Joel murmured, crawling back to you, cupping your face with his rough hands. "Shes hurt. But she don't hate you."

"I was supposed to protect her from this. I didn't want to her her. I never wanted to hurt her..."

"I know," He whispered, pulling you into his chest, holding you while the sheets cooled. "I know, baby. We'll fix it. We'll fix this somehow..."

But in the pit of your stomach, toy weren't sure if that was true. You weren't sure anybrung would ever be the same again.

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need jackson!joel to hold me and baby me and let me lay in his lap when he comes home from patrol

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𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬

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⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The snow is melting off your boots when Joel orders you to sit. “Take it off,” he mutters, jerking his chin toward your blood-stained shirt. You hesitate, but he doesn’t wait. His fingers tear the fabric, and it drags over torn skin with a sting. “Ain’t the time to be shy.”

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ His hands are freezing. Cracked, calloused, and cold from the wind, but when they touch your bare waist, it scorches. You hiss. He doesn’t apologize.

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Joel kneels between your knees to reach the wound. You can smell the leather of his jacket and gunpowder on his collar. The way his breath hitches when he sees the wound is subtle, but there’s something hungry behind his eyes.

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ “You gotta stop lettin’ yourself get shot,” he grits out, low and gravelly. His thumb brushes dried blood away with surprising gentleness. “Just a graze. Still, could’ve lost you.”

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He glances up when you flinch. His gaze drops from your face to your bare skin and lingers. “Hold still,” he murmurs, but it sounds more like a warning than an instruction. His voice is hoarse, like he’s trying real hard to focus on the gauze instead of the way your breath shudders.

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Every time he presses the bandage to your side, his knuckles graze under your ribs, and you swear he’s doing it on purpose. “Hurts?” he asks. You nod. He doesn’t pull back. “Good. Means you’re alive.”

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ At one point he growls, “Stop squirming,” but you can’t help it. His hand is on your thigh, steadying you, and when you glance down, his fingers flex.

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ His eyes are dark, jaw clenched like he’s fighting himself. “Ain’t right,” he mutters, more to himself than you. “Touching you like this when you’re bleeding.”

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Once he patches you up, he's quiet. His hand splays on your hip like he forgot to let go.

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ “Get some rest,” Joel says. He stands up, and his eyes flicker down your body one last time. When he turns away, he exhales sharply through his nose.

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ As he's leaving, Joel's hand drags slowly over his mouth, like he’s trying to smother a thought that damn near undid him.

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Wow. So, S02E02, huh?

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#you walk around with no panties on just cause you know what it does to him. #how he asks for you to sit on his lap but you refuse. #he's so hard it's pushing against his sweats. #you bend over just to make him groan. #eventually you suck his dick because you can't refuse his pleas any longer. 💕