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☽｡⋆ If you need my love ｡⋆☽

. You were growing up in a house with little love, but luckily Joel Miller was living across the road and he was always there to pick up the pieces.

this is a long one, 8k but i had so much fun writing it, might do a part two. i hope you enjoy!

warnings: smut, fluff, angst. neglectful parents, obsessed Joel, needy Joel, no outbreak au, oral (f! receiving) older joel, younger reader, drinking, p in v sex (unprotected) language

When Joel opened the door to you one cold evening, your arms wrapped around yourself, you drenched in rain, he only sighed.

"Oh honey," he shook his head.

Your teeth were practically chattering. "Nobody's home and I-I don't have a k-key."

A crack of thunder sounded behind you.

Joel looked over his shoulder at your house that was cloaked in darkness. It did look deserted, like nobody had touched it in years. "C'mon in, hun." He held the door open and stirred you inside.

Even if you'd been in the house more times that you could count you still shuffled inside, as if you didn't know where his living room was.

It was a small town in Texas, everyone knew everyone. Everyone knew Joel Miller and his daughter Sarah. Joel knew everyone too. He knew Jimmy a twenty minute drive away, his farm where anyone nice enough could get the best fresh eggs.

There was Bess who ran the bakery. You could get the best fresh bread and every year Joel always got Sarah her birthday cake from her.

There was Dave, coach of Sarah's soccer team. There was Louis next door who always had a issue with his hose leaking all over his garden- even in the drought.

Then, there was you.

You lived across his street with your parents. You who'd moved in ten years ago. A few years Sarah's senior, she'd been over the moon to have another girl to hang out with.

Apparently just hanging out with her dad was becoming a lost trend.

But even though you were a few years older, probably had your own teenage things to be getting on with, you treated Sarah like a best friend.

"You don't have to you know," Joel remembered saying years ago after you'd stayed up late with her, watching movies, only for her to fall asleep with her head on your lap- trapping you.

"It's no bother."

Even Joel had offered to pay you, acting as if you were a babysitter for his kid. You'd denied, almost offended.

You'd insisted you enjoyed it, that his house was nicer than yours.

Joel didn't get it. He was always behind on laundry, hardly had any healthy food- only takeout in the fridge- and dead plants on the windows, compete to your own house.

He'd seen the way you tenderly cared after anything and everyone, it didn't make sense. He assumed you were just sweet, or too shy to say anything different.

He remembered the day he discovered just why you liked his house.

Joel had only gone over with Sarah to talk to you about a sleepover. His brother, Tommy, was taking him out of town, insisting that he needed a 'guys weekend' and that Sarah at fourteen was fine to be left alone. Joel disagreed and he'd only meant to ask if you were around, would be willing to just hang out like you had hundreds of times before.

At the door he lingered, shouts and the shattering of glass sounding behind the door.

"Dad?" Sarah looked up to him un-sure.

Joel was already pushing her down the porch. "Go back to the house."

"What is that?"

"Not our concern."

But it was. It was his concern.

The shouting dulled but there was still a harshness hidden out of sight.

Sarah made her way down the porch, back to the Miller residence and Joel was following on un-sure feet when he heard the door swing open and shut.

Joel looked just as you hurried down the porch steps, keys swinging in your hand. "Woah hey-hey."

You looked aghast, stopping in your tracks when you spot Joel in front of you, hands out and reaching for your forearms.

"Is everythin' alright?" he asked, nodding back to the house.

In the afternoon sun your cheeks turned pink, the colour creeping up to your ears and down your neck. "Yeah, yeah everything's fine." You grinned but it was like a crack in an otherwise well structured wall.

Times like that started to happen more often.

Joel would always find you leaving the house in a hurry, getting in your car and driving off like escaping a crime. Or you'd be on the porch, sitting with a cup of coffee if it was early in the morning or tea late at night. He'd watch from his bedroom window that conveniently over looked your front porch.

Some nights he'd join you, pretending he didn't know why you were hiding out, pretending he didn't hear the shouting.

He'd make up some excuse.

"Neighbourhood watch, you never know who's out here..."

"Was gonna go for a drive, fill the tank if you wanna join..."

"My coffee pots bust, spare a sip?"

It was obvious what he was doing.

Yet you always entertained him.

You were standing like a statue in Joel Miller's living room. Granted- a chattering statue. You'd started shaking sometime an hour ago and you'd yet to stop.

The living room- the entire Miller house- was bathed in a warm orange glow. The tv was on mute, some film that was Joel's favourite Sarah had told you once. Curtis and Viper.

Joel had gone up stairs shortly after he told you to 'make yourself comfortable' but you didn't want to make his couch wet. You were already dripping on his carpet.

Had you woken him? God, what if you had?

What if he'd gone to bed and just assumed you'd wait until your parents get back? If they did.

You wouldn't have knocked and asked if you weren't desperate. But you'd only gone to go grocery shopping, you'd been hardly an hour and neither your mom or dad had mentioned leaving.

You wouldn't be surprised if they'd booked a last minute trip to try to salvage whatever was left of their failing marriage. Or if one had gone to the bar and the other to the arms of another.

Either way, you left the grocery's on the step and your key inside.

You'd called and got nothing from either of them.

You would never have annoyed Joel by knocking as night drew in if you weren't desperate.

Perhaps you could huddle on the porch, eat that chocolate you'd gotten.

You were just forming a plan in your head when Joel Miller practically tripped with how quick he came down the stairs.

"Here-" there was a small pile of clothes in his arms, what looked to be black jogging bottoms and a checked shirt. "I'd offer you some of Sarah's but she's already growing out of everything." He rubbed the back of his neck as you took the clothes.

"You don't have to," you said though you held the clothes close. "I'm sure someone will be home soon."

You really weren't certain anyone would be back for the weekend approaching.

Joel looked at you sternly, his hand on yours that was cold and trembling. "Change."

His eyes raked down the clothes that stuck to you.

He must have thought you looked a mess.

"Shower. You'll probably wanna get warm, c'mon." Joel led you up the stairs, this time slow. His arm was out, ghosting your back as he showed you into his room.

The one room that you'd forbidden yourself into entering.

Joel opened the door like it was just another room of his house, not his room where he spent quiet nights, where he slept among other things.

"Sorry 'bout the mess," he chuckled dryly, kicking away a pile of clothes that looked a lot like trousers and boxers. "Here, my bathroom."

It was cleaner than his room objectively. One or two cheap colognes and a good one littered the counter. A bar of soap and a watch that you remember Sarah showing you she'd got him for his birthday.

"Let me-" Joel slowly peeled the clothes from your arms and nodded down at you. "I'll put these to heat up, you get yourself warm hun. I'll be just down stairs if you need anythin' else."

You nodded and gulped down all your objections to his kindness. "Thank you, Joel. I won't be long."

He smiled at you, a gentle smile. It was the kind you'd never seen before. "Take all the time you need, darlin'. And then some. I imagine it's been quite the night."

You scoffed and averted your gaze.

"I'll be downstairs."

You took your time in the shower. Not because he'd told you to but because you were frozen from cold and from trying to keep every small detail in your mind.

It was not right to think about Joel in his bathroom, bowing his head under the steady warm shower, naked. No matter the circumstance it wasn't right for your mind to wander what Joel looked like naked with droplets of water running down his chest, his sternum and lower.

You blamed it on the lack of sleep.

But you knew as soon as you could get back into your room you'd be dreaming about him again.

By the time you were done with the shower, condensation had covered the mirror and made the walls slick. You wrapped a fuzzy towel around you and tried not to think about other parts of Joel it had touched.

You sat yourself down on the edge of his bed, ignoring the way it dipped. You tried to calm yourself, your nerves and think of a solution. You could hop the fence, break down the back door.

Maybe you could even book a hotel for the night?

You had no doubt Joel would be gracious enough to offer you the sofa, but you didn't want to take over his kindness. You were already there as much as possible with Sarah.

You liked the kid of course, but you also liked the smiles that were always around the house, accompanied by the peace.

A gentle rattle of knuckles on the door broke you from your search of solutions.

"Hey."

Joel slowly opened the door and paused when he spotted you. On the edge of his bed, draped in his towel.

You realised, as you were drying, your hair was dripping. You were getting his bed wet. "Sorry." You got to your feet.

Joel held up his hands. "I jus' wanted to check you were alright. Needed anythin'."

"I'm good, thank you, for all this," you said, clutching your hands in front of you.

"You don't have to thank me, at all," he said, leaning on the door frame. "You saved me from a boring evening alone."

"Sarah?"

"Gone for the weekend. Tommy took her on a fishin' trip."

Your lips tilt up. "You're not a fisher?"

"No," he chuckled. "I'm afraid all that talent went to Tommy."

"Well I'm sure you're good for other things." You hadn't meant the words to hide some sort of hidden comment but as soon as you'd said it all you could think about was his 'other' talents.

Maybe Joel could tell you were being filthy, taking his hospitality for granted. He looked down and grabbed the handle. "Change. I'll be waitin'."

When the door clicked shut behind him you dropped back onto his bed, hiding your face in your hands and groaning.

What were you doing?

By the time you'd peeled the towel from yourself and folded it up, changed into what you assumed were Joel's old clothes (you'd had to roll the waistband of the joggers over several times and roll up the sleeves to) and made your way down stairs the credits were rolling on the movie.

The sofa was hidden under cushions and blankets.

Joel was leant over it, punching the pillows till they seemed fluffy enough. "C'mon, damn you."

You cleared your throat.

Joel whipped around. His lips parted, ready to speak but instead he got an eyeful of you. You in his clothes.

For a second you were delusional enough- and exhausted enough- to believe that he liked seeing you like that. Draped in him. But he was probably realising he liked that shirt and wanted it back immediately.

"You didn't have to do this, really," you said, gesturing to the makeshift bed he was making. "I don't want to put you out."

"You're doin' no such thing, I already told you. I was havin' a borin' evening."

"Well I'm glad me getting locked out and soaked amused you," you teased.

Joel's jaw ticked, his tongue running slowly over his bottom lip as his gaze fell lower. "Yeah," he hummed.

It seemed like an excruciatingly long moment that you let him stare.

Joel realised and cleared his throat. "You must be hungry," he walked by you, leaning away to avoid your touch. "Can't say I've got anythin' much good. Some pizza, maybe."

"I'm ok, thank you though."

Joel glanced back at you. "You've eaten?"

"I had lunch, i'm good."

Joel frowned at you, confused. "Lunch? It's dinner time, we'll order somethin."

"You've done too much-" you protest but Joel was already reaching for the phone and pulling at the draw of take out menu's.

"You like it plain, right?" he asked, already dialling the number and wedging the phone.

You walk to him. "At least let me pay-"

Joel held up his hand. "No, stay," his voice was low and gruff, eyes watching you darkly as you paused in place. "Good girl- hello, Jo? Yeah, it's Joel you son of a bitch."

Joel had sat down with you on the sofa and re-played Curtis and Viper while you ate pizza. He'd insisted you had to watch when you said you'd never seen it before. He'd mumbled something about not living till you had seen it, he wasn't even sure what he'd said to get you to sit and watch it with him.

It had worked.

He should have sent you to his bed, told you to rest because you were giving him challenges after challenges and you moved like you didn't even know it.

When you'd told him to come in when you were only in a towel, sitting on the edge of his bed like you didn't know what to do with the space. Wearing his clothes like you weren't giving him images that he'd keep locked up somewhere deep and dark in his mind for weeks to come.

You'd eaten pizza, asked him about every scene and slowly come out of you cold.

You'd become warm again next to him and it was driving Joel into a hot mess.

When the credits started to roll for the second time that evening Joel could tell you were struggling to keep your eyes open.

"You wanna sleep?" he asked. His arm had stretched out along the sofa, conciously to get closer to you.

You shook off your sleep. "Sorry."

"You needa stop apologising, you know," he teased, finger prodding at your shoulder.

You stretched. "Is it bad if I say sorry?"

Joel chuckled, spreading his legs out. "Right, you take my bed. Sofa's mine."

You woke up at that, all sleep gone from you. "What?"

Joel looked at you again in confusion. "Can't have you takin' the sofa after the day you've had."

You scoffed. "And I can't kick you out of your own bed."

"You ain't kicken me outta anythin', i'm tellin' you."

Joel would never be this kind to anyone else except his own kid. If any other neighbour of his found themselves in this situation he'd never have offered them his own clothes, wouldn't have sat down and watched a movie he'd seen a dozen times before.

But it was you. Joel was good at saying no to you cause you were always unfair to yourself mostly.

You were gorgeous, intelligent, kind and self-dependant. A treat dangled in front of Joel, constantly nibbiling and never taking. If he took he'd never be able to spit you back out your system.

Either you knew what you were doing with your coy smiles, gentle shuffles into him and sweet words and wanted to torture him or you didn't know and that was worse.

He couldn't pretend the idea of you in his bed wasn't driving him mad but he also could see the droop on your eyes and the slug in your body. You needed rest. You needed someone to look out for you.

Joel would kill to be that man.

"Joel, I can't," you protest.

"I'm not takin ' no for an answer, sweetheart," he said.

"The couch is more than fine- the floor even."

Joel shook his head. "C'mon, it's gettin' late. Head up."

He stretched further out, his foot now against yours.

You were watching him, brows pulled together and eyes focusing on him. "No."

Joel's brows rose. He'd perfected the stern look of a father but it didn't seem to be workin' on you. "No?"

"No, I want the sofa."

In a move he didn't anticipate, you threw yourself down, your hair fanning out on the pillow and you pulled the blanket up to your chin, kicking out your legs till they were draped over Joel's lap.

For a moment all he did was stare, his lips parted and a soft breath falling from him. You closed your eyes like you were already drifting off, un-aware the effect your cat-like stretch was having on him. His nerves had been shattering since he saw you wrapped in his towel.

You were giving his patience a good try.

Joel chucked under his breath, calling your name.

Your sly smirk did things to him, especially as you ignored him.

Joel's hand fell upon your shin, trailing up slowly as his body slowly leaned over. He'd never known anyone to have an effect on him like this. Never been so allured and so ... needy like he was a damn teenager again.

All he wanted was to press his body into yours, to kiss your hair and assure you he would look after you, no matter what, no matter where.

Your body stilled as his, heavier and larger, caged you on the sofa.

His arm stretched over your head and your eyes opened, flickering to find his gaze.

"Jus' get comfortable," he'd reached over and flicked the lamp off.

But he didn't move. No, Joel was stubborn.

Once the soft glow of the lamp had gone and he'd turned the tv off the living room was put into darkness.

Joel wedged himself in, his chest to your back, arms wrapped around himself to stop him from teasing with a touch.

"Joel what are you-"

"Shh, i'm tryin to sleep," he grumbled. He tried to push himself into the back of his couch that was falling under both your weights, rolling you into him.

He tucked his head in and closed his eyes as he felt you turn, questioning him. Heck, he was questioning himself. He'd promised some easy down time while Tommy took Sarah out, not this. Not his own battle of temptation.

"If you ain't takin' the bed then i'm not neither," he grumbled.

Your body pulled back and Joel thought he'd done in, over stepped. That the walking in on you in a towel, wearing his clothes, an arm too close around you while the film played had been too much.

Instead he felt a warmth brush over him and your body close to him.

You'd shared his blanket that was too small for the both of you.

In all of Joel's wants to take care of you, perhaps there was a bit of you that wanted to take care of him.

They weren't back.

It was the Saturday and there was still no stirring in the house, no cars outside. Not even a damn text.

You were still draped in Joel's too big clothes for you, staring at the house that was still.

The sun had risen long ago but Joel still slept on the sofa.

Where you'd both slept. You woke with his arm around you, strong and un-yielding as he held you into his chest. It had taken you a near ten minutes to free yourself from his warmth but you'd finally gotten free and his little snores continued.

Only for two minutes did you stare at him, smiling to yourself before realising it was wrong. Wrong to want him so much and wrong to wonder why he'd insisted he share the sofa.

Either he was the most stubborn man you'd ever met.

Or he wanted to be close.

You couldn't decide which was worse.

But now you were faced with small other options.

What did you do now? You couldn't stay with Joel for another day, heck you still only had your clothes that were still damp on a chair in Joel's room.

Maybe you'd go out of town yourself.

Call a friend?

There was a stirring on the sofa.

Joel woke in confusion. Not at the sleeping on the sofa. His fist was clenching at the empty space in front of him and his gaze still blurry with sleep looked for you.

When he spotted you at the window his body visibly relaxed.

And it set your body taunt.

"Morning'." His voice was hoarse, lower register than you'd ever heard.

"Hey," your arms fold over your chest.

Joel was still watching you, throwing an arm behind his head. The blanket slowly fell and his shirt rode up. "You sleep alright? Didn't snore, did I? Sarah says I do sometimes."

You smile and shake your head.

Joel huffed as he sat himself up. You still weren't moving, body his but mind elsewhere. "Everythin' alright?"

You sighed, looking down at your feet that just about peeked over the joggers. "My parents, they still aren't back."

You couldn't meet Joel's gaze as he huffed in annoyance.

"I'm sorry," you apologised. "I'll be out of your hair as soon as I can. I'll drive around, meet a friend or somethin'. I won't trouble you anymore."

"You ain't troublin' me, honey, not in the damn slightest," he grumbled.

It did nothing to settle your nerves.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth.

Joel must've noticed your hesitation, your worry that you were too much. He was moving across the room before you could register it. "Stay."

"I shouldn't, you've done so much and you were supposed to have a break this weekend. I'm already ruining it," you ramble.

Joel's hands are steady as they settle on your forearms, thumbs soothing you. "Stay."

You eyes flickered up to him. It always shocked you how stern his face could be, the wrinkles dawning at his forehead and the creases when his mouth moved, but his eyes were soft, always calm like warm coffee. "Joel-"

"Whatta do I gotta say to make you stay, huh?" he asked, smirking. "Promise of more shitty movies and even worse food? My sorry-ass company?"

You chuckled. "It wasn't a shitty film," you said. "And your company is the best i've had in months. Sarah exculded."

There was a glimmer of pure joy in Joel's eyes as he laughed. His hands squeezed your arms once before he walked to the kitchen, leaving you to look at your house once more time before following.

"So what do you say I get some coffee goin' and then we can see what groccery's of yours we can salvage?" he said.

You nodded to whatever he said because leaning on the doorway, watching his shirt ride up every time he stretched, you weren't sure you could ever listen to anything he was saying.

Tommy: So, you resting up?

Was he? Was Joel using his weekend to rest.

No, he was using his weekend like a test.

When he woke without you in his arms he was close enough to whining. Whining! It took his body seconds to grow cold without your warmth and for him to wake.

And then it took every ounce of himself not to smile when he heard your parents still weren't back.

First he wanted to yell, wanted to beg your parents home so he could give them a peace of his mind. But he quickly thought about what was presented. You. You and him for a whole un-interrupted day.

Joel thought about the things he could do. Keep you next to him, cook you breakfast- whatever you wanted even if it meant he'd have to break speeding laws to get to the shops.

You in his house, wearing more of his clothes.

After coffee he'd dismissed himself to the bathroom quickly to get filthy thoughts out of his head before they could manifest lower. You in his house, all to himself, desperate for warmth and love. Everything he could give you.

Joel had called Sarah just to distract himself.

No, Joel was not resting up.

You'd spent the day with him cleaning his kitchen, insisting you needed to do something for him.

There was plenty he thought you could do.

Then Joel showered, it was already mid day. He'd stepped out the shower and pushed his face into his towel to dry off when he inhaled and smelt you.

He groaned into the towel, diving in again, almost slobbering at the smell of you on his towel.

It drove him mad.

And it drove him back into a very cold shower.

By the time evening had dawned you insisted to leave the house. Not because his company was boring, but because you wanted to take Joel somewhere.

"I could always break in through a window to get some clothes," you suggested as you gestured to the attire you were still in. "You're in that building way of work. You can repair a window?"

"Can't glue glass back together," he said, leaning over the counter. "I'll see what Sarah's got." Maybe yesterday he'd lied just a bit about her clothes and growing out of. He'd just seen an opportunity to have you draped in him and took it.

He found some of Sarah's things, a bag of clothes that were supposed to be donated last year and left you with them.

When you came back down the stairs Joel's pulse shot.

You'd put those jeans you had on yesterday back on, but they'd been cleaned and dried and now they were snug on your hips and backside. The top you'd picked was from one of Sarah's old favourite band but it was too small on you, tight on the sleeves and showing a healthy slither of your skin.

Fuck.

Suddenly Joel regretted giving you that bag, hated that he'd promised you a night out of his house. He hated everything in him that wanted you.

How could your parents leave you? How could anyone not want to be in your company always.

"Is it ok?" you asked.

Was it ok? Everything was far from ok?

"Let's go, darlin'."

The two of you went in his truck, going to a simple bar for some cheap and good enough burgers and drinks. You were over twenty-one, just, but you'd assured Joel you were a regular at the bar. That it was the hottest place for everyone to go to.

When he walked in and the two of you got a booth, Joel wasn't so happy with the old guys staring at you. Or the younger ones too. As if he wasn't ogling you when you got the chance.

He just liked that you hardly noticed any of them, eyes only on Joel.

You'd gotten burgers and beer, talking about anything and nothing.

Joel did not broach the subject of your parents.

He watched you talk about anything you wanted, watched the way your lips moved with words he could just about make out.

"You staring at me," you laughed, nursing another beer. The burgers were half eaten, fries gone. Your body was turned into Joel's as he curled into you.

"Starin'?" he repeated with cheek. "Am I?"

"You are."

Joel hummed and let himself stare a little longer. You'd already caught him, what was the harm of anymore.

You shied under his gaze, looking away. "I don't have to stay tonight, Joel," you said. "I could get a hotel, easily. We're in town anyway."

He was already shaking his head. "Not happin'."

"You don't have to do this just to be nice."

"Who's to say i'm not gettin' anything out of this?" he said.

Your brows rose as you lifted the bottle to your lips. "Are you?"

The teasing was laid out bare on the table like a meal.

"Maybe," he said, taking a swig of his own. "You're good company."

You smiled, a small pink to your cheeks coming again.

Joel wondered what else could have you blushing like that. If he was to dip his head low and trace whispers in the skin of your neck, would he be graced by your bashful look. Or would you crane your head back for more?

His eyes drifted at the skin of your neck at the thought.

You shuffled, leaning back in your seat, edging him on.

If you knew his thoughts would you take the reigns?

"Gotta take a leak." Joel did not have to piss, he needed to give himself a stern talking to in the mirror, splash some cold water on himself and move on, shake off his want.

You had come to him for solace, not to be the victim of his pervy thoughts.

"Get it together, Joel." One weekend without his brother and kid supervision and he was reverting back to a horny teen.

By the time he'd shook himself out of it and was walking back to the booth, his seat had already been taken by a man probably his age. John. The scoundrel.

"You're very pretty mind," Joel heard him mumble, saw you look down but not smile or thank him for the compliment.

Joel's hand was clapping down on his shoulder. "Everythin' alright here, buddy?"

"Joel, man," John greeted with a grin as if he wasn't taking his seat and his girl. "Where've you been hidin this young little thing? You know, sharin' is carin'."

"Excuse me?" your voice sounded, startled and disgusted.

That was enough for Joel to pull John out the booth.

"We don't care for your business here," said Joel, standing tall on guard over the booth.

"Oh come on-" John tried.

"Out!" he yelled, gaining looks from the people around.

John scoffed, a glare in his dark and cold eyes as he still took time to scan you.

Joel was watching him go, counting his steps and assessing anyone else in the room that might want to speak to you. He'd tell them to beat it to.

It wasn't until he felt your hand on his bicep that he looked at you.

"Hey," he could hear his own voice softer than the growl he'd used with John. His arms rose, hand holding yours. "I'm sorry."

"No don't be, don't be," you said. Your eyes drifted around the bar as his were still down on you. "Can we go back to yours?"

It had been ruined. The night you'd wanted so bad crumbled. Still, Joel couldn't find it in himself to deny he didn't hate hearing you ask to go back to his.

"Course, of course, darlin'. Come on." He led you out the bar, throwing dollars on the table and leaving your half eaten food and half drunk beers.

The night air ran shivers over your skin as he escorted you to his truck, opening the passenger door for you.

You stood there, hair brushed back in the wind and arms crossed over your chest. "Thank you, for back there."

Joel rested his arm over the opened door. "Don't thank me for that. Guy like that shouldn't have been talkin' to you like that."

You nod and gulp. You took a step closer to him as Joel watched. "You've done so much for me, Joel," your voice was low, with no need to speak up. "What can I do for you, please?"

Joel's breath stuttered as he saw you come closer, close enough to touch. Close enough to kiss and grab and hold and- he cleared his throat and looked past your head. It was not a step to take tonight. Maybe ever. "Get in the truck."

The night hadn't gone as planned. Granted, none of the weekend had gone as planned.

Joel's truck pulled up in front of his house slow enough for you to catch the lights on in your house, the car back at front. Someone was home and suddenly that made your weekend all the worse.

You and Joel both got out the truck silently and walked up to his porch but both of you were looking at your house, alive.

"Someone's home."

Joel sighed heavily next to you. "Yeah."

So the weekend would be done. You'd go back to whatever new and tense atmosphere was created. There goes your time with Joel that you hadn't realised could do so much for you.

"Well," you started. "I'll get Sarah's shirt washed and dried for you and get it back. Thanks so much for putting up with me and-"

"Don't go," said Joel.

Your head rose. From the silent way he drove you both back and the way he'd been in the bar, you thought he'd push you back to your house.

Joel's tender gaze shone under the dim porch light. "I know you have shit goin on in that house and I can't stand the thought of that. Can't stand to think you're upset. I want you to stay. For tonight. For always. Just-"

You kissed Joel.

You surged up on your toes, held his cheeks and kissed him.

And his lips felt better than ever imagined. They parted under you and you got your first taste of the man you'd dreamt about. Beer on his tongue, desire on his lips and a thousand wants in the back of his throat.

Joel's arms were strong and urgent as they scooped you up and into his chest, moving until he had you pinned against the wall and his body. He surged you up, feeling into your mouth deeper, pressing his body against yours.

He pulled back, lips kissing under your jaw and trailing down your neck. "Oh baby," he cooed, peppering kisses along the skin.

"Joel," you whined, hands grasping at his shirt and pulling.

He nipped at the skin at the base of your neck and licked over the red he'd created. "Fuck. Say my name again," he muttered. He pulled his head back enough to look at you. "Say it."

"Joel."

He kissed you hard, mouth open and tongue discovering your every angle. His hands wasted no time in falling into your hair.

"Stay tonight," he mumbled against your lips as if he couldn't take himself any further away from you. "Please. Let me show you love. Let me... let me take care of you, baby."

His eyes looked at yours, his head nodding like he could coax that same nod from you. He was still mumbling under his breath, a series of please.

There was nothing in the world that could take you from that moment.

"Yes."

Joel kissed you again, face in yours, tongue finding easy triumph over yours. He kept you into his chest with one arm, the other blindly reaching out to unlock his door.

He threw it open and it banged against the wall.

Joel carried you through the threshold, arms secure around your waist. One hand cupped your ass, dragging over your thigh and encouraging you to wrap a leg around him.

He groaned when he felt the warmth of you on him.

He kicked the door close behind him and was still kissing you, was still stealing your breath when he got to the stairs.

It was slobbery, it was wet. You could only hear the ticking of a clock and the sound of your lips as Joel set you on the stairs.

"Need you," he mumbled, kissing down your neck. "Needed you so long now, you have no idea."

"I do," you moan, throwing your head back, eyes squeezed shut to focus on the heat between your two bodies. "Dreamt about this."

Joel looked up at you. "Yeah? When? When you were in my shower?" his hand dragged down your neck, watching it go. "When you were wrapped in my towel? Wearing my clothes." His hand disappeared under your shirt.

Your breath caught as you felt his rough hands drag up and cup your breast. "Joel," you gasp.

"Wanted to have you so bad, baby," he said, speaking to himself as he tugged up the top. "Smelt you on my towel and had to fist myself thinkin' 'bout you."

You mewl at his words, a needy and pathetic noise.

Joel pulled the top off you and threw it somewhere behind. Your breasts were spilling out of your bra, begging. "Shit."

There was no time for you to speak, to gage yourself as Joel hid himself in your breasts, un-clasping your bra and throwing it aside.

It was needy.

Your hands were in his hair, tugging at the roots. You could feel Joel everywhere, his lips dragging against each boob, jumping between the two as if he couldn't decide where to start. His hands were running all over you, down your hips, between your thighs, desperate to feel it all.

Your breathing was erratic, your mind foggy with only one thing. Joel, Joel, Joel.

"Don't- don't stop," you beg.

"Never, never wanna," his voice was muffled as he cupped your breasts, squeezing them together. His tongue darted out and dragged over the skin, hands squeezing.

Your leg wrapped around his hips again and pushed him into the heat between your legs.

Joel groaned.

He pulled back enough to look at you. His hand cupped your cheek, brushing your hair back. "Please... wanna treat you so good.... want you to feel."

"I do," you nod, empty without his lips.

Joel could tell, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. At odds with the hardness that he unconsciously thrust between your legs. "Wanna treat you so good.... gonna be so good for you. Wanna show you love... let me take care of you."

You couldn't make words. The promises in mumbles was driving you mad.

Joel's hand was gentle on your neck but there enough to stir your gaze to his. "Say yes, baby. Say yes."

"Yes, Joel, yes," you weren't even sure what he was asking for. To use you, to fuck you, to take care of you? It was all a yes.

"Let me... let me do everything to show you love," said Joel. He pecked your lips. "Let me eat your pretty pussy. Let me make you tremble on my fingers. Want it. Need it."

You gasp at his words as his hands fall to your jeans, popping the button and pulling them down. "Joel, we're- we're on the stairs." Was this about to happen, your parents over the road? Was Joel gonna take you however he wanted on the stairs leading to his bedroom?

"Yeah we are baby," he said, "need you. Can't wait. Fuck, might die if I don't get your pussy on my face."

You moan aloud at the words.

Joel looked up at you, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Stand up for me, baby."

How you got onto your feet, you had no idea. But you stood steps ahead of him, wearing nothing but soaked panties and a breathless expression.

Joel knelt before you, jeans tight and strained at the front but he moved like it wasn't there. Like his own need wasn't driving him mad as his hands cupped the back of your thighs.

His eyes weren't warm coffee but a dark night as he kept his eyes on you, tongue darting out to lick a strip over your panties.

He hummed. "You're wet. You're so wet. Been needing me? Been needing attention?"

"Ye-yes," you gasp, eyes closing.

"God what a pretty sight, coulda had this, honey," said Joel. His finger followed the path his tongue created. He prodded your panties, watching the material dampen under his touch. Joel pushed it and watched your pussy take it.

"Joel!" your hands flayed, unsure were to put them.

Joel kissed over your bundle of nerves hidden from him once more. "Can you take them down for me? Please?"

You nodded and realised he'd asked you to do something.

Quickly, you slid them down your legs, exposing yourself without a second thought while Joel tore his shirt off.

Before you could throw them with the rest of your discarded clothes but Joel was quick to take them from you.

The material bunched in his fist first before he brought it up to his face. You watched in wonder, noting the quick rise and fall of your own chest, as Joel's tongue darted out and got a taste of you on your panties.

It was obscene and almost had you kneeling over.

Joel's gaze flickered back up to you, dropping your panties when he noticed your pussy weeping. His hands pulled at your thighs, groping the skin until he had you spread on his stairs. "Gonna eat you out now, ok, honey? Gonna have you trembling. Need you on my face, all over me... fuck."

Joel went in like a man starved. He practically sat himself under you legs, holding your thighs apart and spreading you open.

Your moan beat in your own ears as you braced yourself on the wall and banister.

His tongue was sloppy as he went up and down your folds, gathering your juice and swallowing it. He moaned into your pussy.

"Gonna-" he kissed over your folds, wet. "Eat you up, yeah?" he was talking to himself, or your pussy.

The pleasure was all yours as it escalated up your body, leaving you in moans and pathetic whines.

Joel took no notice of anything else but his face in between your legs. "Eat you out till you forget your name. Till you only know pleasure and want," his tongue flattened against you and slurped, drinking everything you had for him. He whined into you, lost in need. "Fuck, baby, this so good."

Your breathing was un-stable, loud. "Joel, you're-you're-"

One of his hands fell to his crotch, squeezing the thick indent of himself. "Don't try and speak baby, know you can't. Just feel. Just feel me and cum when you want. Want you to cum on my face, all over me. Know you can... Want..." his voice was lost in moans and making out with your core.

If he went anywhere to your nerves... If he so much as looked at your clit you feared you might make his wishes come true.

Like he knew your thoughts, Joel's large palm sprawled out on your sternum, thumb circling your clit as his tongue fucked up, dipping in and out of your juice.

"Joel- Joel!" you yelled, gripping the banister like it was the only thing tying you to the earth.

Joel groaned, thumb applying pressure. He knew every part of you already, knew buttons to press to get you a squirming mess. "Come, god baby, please come all over my mouth. Let me... need it," he begged.

He pushed his face flush into you, nose nudging your clit even more as he moaned into you.

You were screaming out as you finished, thighs shaking so hard Joel had to hold them as he took what you gave him, all of it, licking up the mess and cleaning your thighs only to smear more of it over his face.

"So good..."

"Baby, your pussy the best thing I ever had..."

"Feel good, honey, I feel so good. So damn happy right now..."

He was still talking to himself by the time your eyes had opened.

You found his hand down his own trousers, the tip of his cock flush and pink and weeping. You leaned over him, desperate for your own touch.

"No, baby, no." Joel grabbed your wrist and stirred your wanting fingers into his mouth.

He sucked on them (just how you wanted to on his cock) he took them like it was his own favourite treat. He was still moaning, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat he'd created from his own need.

"Wanna.... want your cock, Joel," you whined.

Joel looked up to you, taking your fingers from his mouth with a trail of saliva. "I know baby, he wants you too. God, does he want your mouth."

Joel got to his feet, tugging your still shaking body into his. He kissed you, open-mouthed, tongue licking in. "But I wanna take care of you more than anythin'."

It took a while to get to his room. He carried you up, had your body on his and he couldn't have his lips without yours for more than a second before he was chasing after you for more.

It was like being a teen all over again. It was like tasting the first forbidden fruit, it was like a drug that you never wanted to quit.

It was enough to kill you, but have you living in bliss.

Joel flicked his light on in his room and closed the door behind him. "Gonna fuck you now, ok baby?"

His hand cupped your cheek, coaxing you to look at him.

You nodded, head brushing his.

"I'll be gentle, I will, but I need you open, I need you ready," he kissed you. "Need to fuck you into my bed. Want your body indented there. Want to smell you on my sheets for weeks in case."

In case he never got it again.

You cupped his cheek, fingers ablaze from the feel of stubble. You implored him to look at you. "Won't be the last time."

"No?" his eyes lit up like a boy on Christmas.

Your tongue darted out, flicking his lips. "Gonna need you, always."

"Always," Joel repeated.

While distracted, you slid to your knees, dropping down with a thud.

You didn't even bother freeing Joel from his trousers and boxers, you just wet him over it with your mouth. You dragged it up, tasting the denim but feeling the twitch of satisfaction he gave you.

Joel groaned, hands hovering in the air around you as you made quick work. "Baby, no, what did I... fuck... what did I say?"

You moan against the denim, hand on his thigh to steady yourself. "But want you, Joel, want to feel you."

"Arg- you will baby," he grunted, jaw clenching. "Go on then, play a bit."

You smiled and pulled down his jeans and boxers in one. His cock sprang out, beads of pre-cum already trailing down.

He had length but it was the thickness that had you swallowing. The veins that had you reaching out with spit on your hand to work him up and down.

You tried to go slow, you really did, quickly you picked up the pace as Joel moaned.

You kissed his tip and then around it before your tongue licked around him, collecting his pre-cum and savouring the taste. It was so him.

"Oh baby, enough to bring a man to his knees."

You sensed you didn't have much time, darting your head low to engulf his balls in your mouth- or at least one of them. It was heavy on your tongue, warm with him.

As suspected, Joel groaned loudly before dragging you up.

He tossed you down on the bed, stepping out of his pants.

You expected to feel his cock trace your entrance, to be prepared for the burning and passion inside of you.

Joel had gone in with his tongue again fist. He really was on his knees, holding your thighs open and licking up and down, getting your taste again like he'd forgotten it in the time it took to get to his room.

Your hand flew to his hair, tugging at the roots. "Joel!"

"Whatever you want, baby," he mumbled, kissing at your thigh.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, please!"

His tongue left you alone and you felt the bed dip as he crawled over you. Your legs fell flat and wide, accommodating him. He hovered over you enough so you wouldn't feel him. "You want it?"

"I do," your eyes stung, you were close enough to tears.

"Want all of me splitting you open?" he asked, "once you have me baby, that's it. You can't have anyone else."

"Don't want anyone else, just please."

Joel tested himself on top of you, head in the crook of your neck, nipping and licking. "Gonna fill you up, make you feel.... so good!" He broke off in a groan as he led his cock into you. "Shit! You're so ... so tight."

Your nails dug into his shoulder blades as he slowly inched himself in more and more. "Joel..."

He brushed your hair out the way, still over you. "This ok? You feelin' me? Feelin' all of me."

Your eyes screwed shut at the initial burn but your own need pulsed and had you begging for more.

"Don't wanna hurt you, my pretty girl," he mumbled.

You shook your head. "Won't. Just move!"

Joel could never say no to you.

His hips rocked slowly, until all of him was sunk in. He was still a moment longer, panting above you.

"Joel, move, please," you begged, holding onto him.

"Baby if I move now i'm coming inside of you and i'm spent," he chuckled. "Trying to make it good. Trying to make it last."

There was earnest in his voice. A true desire that went beyond touching, that went beyond proving he could love you and take care of you.

He wanted you. All of you. Forever.

Your hand cupped him, thumb tracing over his bottom lip as his eyes opened to yours. "It's perfect."

Neither of you blinked. Neither of you dared look away to where he slowly sank in and out of you. You looked at each others eyes, watched every wince and flicker of pleasure. Watched the darkest of desires and the purest of desires flicker with every twitch and move of him.

It grew to more.

Joel's hands went from your neck to your hips to rock you into him, to guide each thrust. Every time he slowly left you he entered you with force, needing to stabilise you.

He wasn't just talking when he said he'd fuck you into the bed.

Soon enough he was bottoming out in you with every thrust and you could only hear the slapping of skin and the words tumbling out his mouth.

"Made for me. My god, where you made for me..."

"Pussy feels just as good as it tastes... can't believe it...."

"Gonna finish inside of you, and you're gonna finish on my cock. This is it. It's us now, ain't nobody ever takin you from me..."

"Yours," you moan, nails scratching down his skin. "Oh, i'm all yours."

"Prove it to me," he all but growled as his thrusts became quick and hard. "Come on my cock and show him how good it feels. He needs it, he wants it. Needs.... wants..."

"Joel I- mmh- want you to come."

"So kind baby," he chuckled. "But I will, god will I. But only once you've come. My cock needs it now, baby, now!"

You didn't think it could get better, that his thrusts could get harder and stir you into a craze but he proved you wrong.

As you mouth hung open in a moan, Joel held your jaw open and had his fingers in there, gathering your saliva before he moved those fingers down your body and onto your clit.

The deftness of his fingers and the quick thrusts had you finishing and pulsing on his cock, screaming his name until the whole damn street could hear.

Your walls were wet, your pussy clenching around Joel until his hips were stuttering with his groans.

"Oh i'm gonna cum.... oh, i'm gonna... fuck- fuck!" his words trailed away into groans from hell as he hit one last thrust, balls against you.

You were still riding your high when you felt his warmth inside you, marking you, becoming you. Both of you climaxed and moaned, every twitch and touch sending trembles through you.

Every little pulse had more of Joel spluttering inside of you until he had nothing left.

He fell on top of you, cock twitching. He kissed your skin, licked away the sweat rolling down your temples until he could find it to move out of you.

Joel rolled onto his side, pulling the covers over you as you both caught your breath.

Once you had enough air in your lungs, you turned to Joel. He was already scanning you like he was ready for round two.

"Thank you," you didn't know why you said it. All you knew was you'd never felt so cared and loved before.

Joel smiled. "You're so welcome, baby. But don't think i'm done takin care of you yet."

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⋆.˚ It’s just a cigarette

Your dad wasn't around so Joel had to step up and be the man. When he catches you with a cigarette between your lips, it was only right he should punish you, right?

Warnings: not proof read reader is a brat, daddy reference, smoking, parent neglect? stripping, spanking, choking, language, oral m recive, fem fingering, p in v, un-protected, praise kink, spit kink, reader kinda has an oral fixation? [SMUT]

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Joel Miller hadn't thought he was quick to anger- until he met you.

You who dared push all his buttons.

You who knew what pissed him off and still did every little thing to have his body shaking, his shoulders tensing.

Whether it was your brisk. "Morning, Miller" when he would get in his truck in the morning, or your eye roll when he told you to help your mother.

It seemed you were put on the earth to make him tense.

After your father passed some years ago Joel had promised to help you and your mother out. He lived across the road and had known your little family for years. It only made sense.

At the time.

Now, as he catches you hiding down one of the dark spots of the street, a cigarette hung lose between your lips, Joel wonders what he was thinking.

"And jus' what the hell do you think you're doin'?" he asked, rounding on you.

You took it from your lips, coughing out the smoke. "Jesus fuck-Joel, you scared the crap out of me."

Joel still wasn't impressed, even less so by your language. "You wanna explain to me what this is?" he demanded, waving his hand around between the two of you.

He watched your eyes wrack down and take him in.

He wouldn't tense. He wouldn't rise to you.

You where apprehensive a moment. "What the fuck does it look like?" you asked.

"Less of the tone," he snapped. "And it looks like you're fuckin' up your lungs, that's what!"

"And you never smoked?" you were smirking. You were amused as you put the stick between your lips again and drew in a sharp breath as the end of it lit orange.

"No I damn well never did." And that was the truth. He did some dumb stuff but he never smoked. That was always Tommy's shit.

You shook your head and blew the smoke at your feet.

Joel watched. You'd stink of it, though clearly you'd been smoking for longer than he'd known. It would get in your hair, stick to your clothes and press into your fingertips. Your breath, usually sweet when you spoke to him close enough for him to catch your scent, would be tainted by nicotine.

"You think this is funny?" he said.

Joel had to pick you up from parties once or twice, had many a time broken old men's jaws for looking at you wrong. He'd stalked behind you when taking you and your mother shopping just to pass glares to anyone who tried it with you.

But he'd never spoken to you this way. Never dared. Because he knew it was sounding rough, knew his voice was like gravel and knew his eyes would be dark.

But he also knew the blood was rushing down low to himself and that he wanted nothing more than to through that cigarette on the floor and take you back to teach you a lesson.

"It's just a cigarette," you shrug with a sigh.

"They're bad for you."

"It's just one."

"One?" he quoted. "You expect me to believe that?"

You stand affronted then, a dawn of anger rising. "I'm not asking you to be here."

"No you're not but I am and watch your manners," he took a step closer, hand on his hip and fingers digging into his belt.

"You can't tell me what to do, you're not my dad!" you argued.

"No but I'm the next best thing you got," he argued. He hadn't realised you were standing so close until he could see the rush of nicotine in your eyes and smell the taste on your mouth.

No, Joel Miller had never smoked, but staring at your lips he wanted to know what it was like through you.

"What would your mama say if she knew you were out here ruining yourself, huh?" he muttered. He wasn't sure if he was looking at the cigarette you were hovering close to your mouth or just staring at your lips.

You scoffed. "Please, she's too busy trying to fine me a new daddy."

Joel's body ran hot at the word. He wasn't your dad, but he was something. He would always be something. Right now, he'd be the only one to teach you a lesson. "New daddy?" he mused. His tongue poked out his cheek as he grunted. "Don't think you need one of them, do you?"

Your shoulders lifted carelessly.

You turned, cigarette upon your lips.

Something in Joel's voice ripped through his throat. His fingers, long and hard, wrapped around your wrist. "Take another puff, I dare you."

Your neck tensed as you took a sharp breath in through your nose. The cigarette was almost burnt down but as you looked at his lips you didn't care.

"Or what? You gonna ground me?"

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"Take off your clothes- slowly."

It didn't take long for Joel's patience to snap after your relentless teasing. It also didn't take him long to drag you to his house, lock the door, draw the blinds and sit himself on the edge of his bed.

You stood in front of him, rendered speechless by the quickening events.

It wasn't the first time you'd been to his house, not even his room. You'd been around many times when your mom left you in Joel's care. He'd even shown you his room once and lingered behind you, watching how you took a sweeping glance around the room and how your breath hitched finding his un-made bed.

Joel noticed your gulp now and how you didn't move. He pushed himself up from where'd he'd leant on his elbows. "Take off... your clothes."

"Joel-"

"No. You wanna be a bitch, then learn your damn lesson. Now I don't wanna repeat myself again so do as you're told."

Your fingers shook slightly as you reached for your jumper and tossed it off. The vest you wore under it quickly followed and Joel leant back on his elbows at the first look of your breasts hidden behind your bra. His cock tightened in the jeans he was still stuck in.

Your fingers slid into the waistband of your shorts next and pulled them down until they were at your ankles.

You stepped out of them.

You stood in front of Joel Miller, the man you'd only ever had filthy dreams about, in nothing but your panties and bra.

Joel sat up and palmed his cock through his jeans once. Then, he gestured to you. "And the rest of it."

You look un-easy, arms crossed over your chest but your breasts were still spilling out.

"The rest," he palmed himself again.

You whined, or something like that, and slowly reached around and pulled your bra off.

It slipped down your arms slowly and fell with the rest of it.

Joel's eyes darkened and his cock was thick with a growing urge and need as you tugged down your panties, leaving your thighs clenched together and your body naked in front of him.

It was stuff dreams were made of.

"Now hand them over." Joel put out his hand and waited for you to give him the material.

"What?" you whispered.

Joel's eyes practically rolled from your feigned ignorance and his desperate need to grab you. But no, he had to show you what happened when you didn't listen to him, when you teased him. "You know what I want."

Your eyes were wide but the rest of you understood. He could see your brows raise, your lips part and your thighs clamp as you bent down to pick up your panties.

He should've asked you to turn around and do it.

When the thin and slightly damp panties fell into his palm Joel groaned.

With one hand he palmed his cock through his jeans. With the other he brought your panties to his face and sniffed.

"Oh god," you mumbled, holding yourself.

Joel groaned into your panties. "Fuck." He leant back on the bed, one hand fisting what was yours in front of his face, the other rubbing his cock. "Nothing can take this away from me. No fucking nicotine can take away this fucking scent."

"J-Joel-"

He squeezed himself once more before looking at you, dropping your panties next to his head.

Your fingers were delicately circling your clit.

"What are you doin?" He reached over and grabbed your wrist, tugging you closer with a hard pull. "You think you get to treat yourself after the stunts you’ve been pullin’?"

You gulped, eyes lowered on him. "Joel, please."

He scoffed, a sick smirk on his lips as he took in your naked form. God he wanted you, like a beast he wanted to mount you, fuck you until your body was imprinted in his mattress. He wanted to trace that delicate pattern of you until he knew it by memory.

"Get on your knees," - was his order instead.

He spread his legs to accommodate you as you sunk down slowly.

"Now get the belt. And the zip," he watched your hands, steady, as they un-did his belt and dragged down his zipper.

Joel helped you, shifting his hips and getting his cock free. He groaned at the cold night air of his bedroom greeting his weeping tip. He needed to be patient but having you willing, bare, on your knees... it was taking everything not to end the night sooner.

"Think you know what to do with one of these, huh?"

He glanced down, smirking.

Your hands inched up his knees. "It's big."

He chuckled, his cock twitching under your gaze. "You never seen one like this before?"

You shook your head quickly, throwing your hair in your face.

Joel's hand brushed your cheek and chin before brushing your hair back. It wasn't as soft as he'd have liked but it was a quick push, a need that stirred him.

"But you're gonna take it, aren't ya? You were made to," he looked down at your lips and felt the pre-cum on his cock slide down as the very thought of them, wet and wrapped around him drove him insane.

The sound of spit in your hands had Joel holding himself up and watching. It was obscene, filthy as your hands wrapped around his base and worked him there.

He groaned, arms straining.

"Perfect," he muttered, half speaking to himself, half wondering why he hasn’t been doing this long ago. "Just needed somethin’ to hold, yeah?"

You were so focused on working his cock up and down, your saliva making it easy that you hadn’t even realised what he said.

Joel gently slapped your cheek to get your attention. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but enough for you to clench your thighs and shift to earn yourself some friction. "I was takin’ to you. Or are you so needy for my damn cock you can’t even listen anymore?"

"I am listening."

But Joel continued. "Cause if you’re gonna act like a brat imma have to fuck it outta you," he tutted. "Can’t have you going home to your Ma with a shitty attitude like that."

"Then you better fuck it out of me." You were caught between terrified at the way Joel could handle you, at everything he could do to you. But you needed it, had wanted it for so long. Had spent nights upon nights with your own fingers in your pussy, chasing a high you only wanted from him.

You needed it more than air at that point.

He would be your air.

With resolution in your mind you kitten licked his tip, collecting his pre cum on your tongue.

Joel chucked darkly. "You don’t call the shots here, baby."

With a hand wrapped in your hair, Joel forced his cock all the way down your throat, hardly giving you time to choke before he was forcing you up and down.

He groaned, loudly.

Your throat closed around his cock, taking him in and gagging.

"Shit!" the muscles in his throat stretched as he tried not to regret his choice at having you take him in.

How was he supposed to fuck that attitude out of you when he was losing his damn mind being down your throat?

Joel held your head there before fisting your hair and dragging you back up. He caught his breath as you caught yours, squeezing your eyes shut from the tears.

Even breathless and struck by his cock, you were beautiful. Perhaps even more so.

Joel put his hands behind his head as if he didn't trust them to act of their own accords. "Take me, baby, gowan' now."

Your hand held his base and you took him eagerly but not all the way. You bobbed what you could in your warm and wet mouth, tongue keeping his weeping tip company.

He was grinning up at his bedroom ceiling, thinking of the nights he'd had to fill his laptop screen with stupid porn just to try and forget about you.

But look at you now, hands holding what you couldn't take.

With every try you took him a bit more and a bit more.

"Bet you wish you could touch yourself right about now, don' cha?" he chuckled.

You released him slowly. "Can I?" you gasped.

He considered you. Your cheeks were flushed, your lips swollen. "No."

Your thighs clenched and your eyes pleaded, pulling at your brows.

"You'll get a treat once I think you're sorry enough for putting that death stick between your lips," he said.

"I am- I am sorry."

Joel didn't think you were though. Joel was sure if he hadn't caught you you'd still be out, inhaling the smoke and exhaling. He rose a brow.

You lowered your head to his thigh, resting it there and looking up at him.

Both of you knew the look. It had gotten you out of trouble with him before.

"Ah no, no," said Joel. Your eyes were wide, lip pouting slightly and your cheek was so warm on his thigh, so close to his cock. "You don't get to look at me with those pretty eyes. You chose this, missy."

One hand still wrapped around his cock you moved slowly while your lips drew closer to his balls.

Joel's body stuttered, his breath catching in his throat. "If-if you're good maybe I'll- f-fuck, maybe I'll show you what good girls get."

You licked over his balls slowly before getting back up. Your hand squeezed him and he groaned low. "I can be good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, m'promise."

You were leaning over him now, hair separating you from the real world. The world where this was wrong. The world where he'd promised your pa to take care of you. He was. But he'd probably have him rolling in his grave if he knew just how well.

Joel tilted his head. "Show me and kiss me."

You did so, eagerly.

It was a different need from sucking his cock. You'd shown some apprehension, your touches had been smooth.

The kiss was anything but.

It was wet, lips moving along each others as you and Joel fought over who led. Your tongue met, your teeth clashed and Joel could taste himself and smoke on your tongue.

He moaned in delight.

Your mouth was on him.

Your body was warming him, hands trailing up under his shirt.

He let you take his shirt off when the two of you separated to breath.

That was all the control you could get.

Joel chucked his shirt aside and pushed you over until you were on your stomach on his bed and he was behind you, on his feet.

His jeans and boxers were left aside and in the dark of his room- illuminated only by a small light- could he see you. The little back dimples, the curve of your ass and the way your back stretched as you tried to roll to see him.

Joel's hand tugged at your ankles, pulling you further down. His hand slithered up your neck and you whined.

"Oh baby, that sounded so pathetic," he chuckled, hands working up and down the smoothness of your skin.

"Fuck you."

"What was that?"

You didn't repeat yourself.

"Oh," Joel groaned as his he took a handful of your ass and massaged it.

Then, the sharp slap of skin echoed in the room.

A sharp gasp sounded from you and your hand fisted his sheets, pulling.

"What did you say?" he asked again.

"I didn't mean it."

He slapped the other cheek and watched it ripple. "That wasn't it. What was it? C'mon."

"I said," you gulped. You dared look over your shoulder, catching him standing over you, naked and beautiful. And he wasn't letting you get a real look. "I said fuck you."

His head cocked to the side. "Such a dirty mouth. The smoking... the language..."

You felt his hands on your ass again and prepared yourself for the alluring heat the slaps gave yet all they did was knead at the plush and redding skin.

"That cause you haven't had a daddy to show ya right from wrong, huh?" his cock was hard against the curve of your ass, his chest hard but soft around his belly as he leaned over you, testing how well you could take his weight. "Cause I can do that, baby girl. I can teach you right from wrong, would ya like that?"

You nodded, lips pursed at the stupid begging you were willing to do. You were struggling to breathe, but not due to his weight, due to the heavy want in you.

"I can tell you that this is wrong-" he tapped his fingers along your lips and let your tongue dart out and wet them. "-but this- this is so right."

Two of his fingers slipped under your stomach and into your wet folds easily like a knife through butter.

"Joel," you gasped, voice lost somewhere between his sheets and his fingers that lingered.

"Oh my," he whispered in your ear. "How long she been like this? So wet and wantin'. Shoulda told me, baby, coulda helped you a long time ago. I'd 'ave been nice too."

"You- you are nice," you tell him, feeling his fingers slowly coax you into relaxation.

His laugh was gruff. "Am I? You're too kind."

His fingers curled up into you. Your head craned back to rest on him, mouth open in a silent moan. His lips found your neck and bit down on the skin until you moaned.

"That's right baby, you can be loud, be as loud as you like," he said as he curled his fingers again.

His fingers worked inside of you, smearing your need all over you folds.

"Soakin' me real good like that."

You thrust you ass back into his cock and had Joel straining, groaning.

"Makin in real hard to teach you a lesson," he bit your earlobe, letting his cock strain heavy on your ass.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted... just wanted..." you gasped out the words, his name falling in a moan as his fingers, drenched in you, started to slowly circle your aching clit.

"You needed attention?" he asked, "to be taught a lesson? Or did you just need something between your lips?"

"Joel, I'm gonna... I'm gonna-" the white hot pressure of your orgasm was building in your stomach in the familiar ache.

"I think you just needed somethin' to suck on, didn't you?"

His fingers left you alone and you were suddenly empty of the need.

Joel slid his fingers around your lips and they were smearing something around them like trying to apply lip gloss.

It took you only a moment before you realised it was your own need he was using.

Your mouth opened in weak protest but Joel only took that as his chance to slide his middle and index fingers into the warmth of your mouth.

"Yeah, I reckon you just needed that, didn't cha?"

It was abhorrent but sexy. It was sweet and salty. It was Joel and it was you. It was dreams coming true and darkest desires being realised.

You moan around his fingers, sending vibrations through the both of you. Your shifted, moving around your hips with his.

Joel rested his head on your shoulder and hummed at the feeling.

You could feel the press of his forehead and the pull of his brows.

"Fuck it."

Suddenly his weight was lifted from you, his fingers gone from your mouth.

Just as you were were ready to voice your concern that he'd backed off, that he was dressing himself and gonna leave both of you on the edge of release- his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you up.

"C'mere- there you go," he was talking to himself as his fingers dug into the love at your hips.

You wished to watch him. To see his hands on your body or the way his cock would slide into your folds. It would come you hoped. At that moment, you'd take the feel of his hand spreading you open and his tip sinking into you.

"Ah- there it goes, just in, just like that," he mumbled. His eyes were trained down to where he was disappearing inside of you.

Your hands gripped his sheets. "Shit!"

Joel groaned. "Tell me if it hurts, baby, tell me to stop."

You were sure you'd do just about anything to have him all the way. "Don't stop!"

With encouragement, Joel dragged your hips closer to him, groaning and grabbing you, words muttered under his breath.

"Ah, shit, just sinkin' in, so wet, so needy,"

"God, your pussy taking me jus' like that. Like I always dreamed,"

"Oh I know you're sorry, can feel it in the way you grip me,"

Joel lingered, basking in the warmth of your pussy.

For you, it wasn't enough.

With a small movement of your hips you had Joel moaning as he fell all the way in.

His balls kissed your ass and his arms strained, hairs and veins and all as he held himself over your body. "You minx. That wasn't playing nice."

"Jus' need you, Joel, please, I'll be good- i'll be a good girl, I promise."

"Ah baby, I know you will. You want it, she wants it, crying out this whole time," he brushed your hair over one shoulder. "I know you wanna be good. So let me teach you how."

Slowly, Joel used the leverage on your body to move himself out before he was slowly moving in again. Every thrust grew quicker, stronger, every grunt of his became louder and you clenched onto the sheets with a strength enough to rip.

From slow to quick, like it could end any moment, the thrusts became un-relenting. His groans and slaps of skin moving around you.

You'd been the one to put your head into the mattress, to mumble your own words.

Joel's hand wrapped in your hair and tugged until your chin was resting on his sheets. "Need to hear you, baby," he panted.

And you were in no position to say no.

"Fuck!" you moaned. "Feel so good, Joel."

"You feel so good. Best pussy out there, baby. An' it's all mine now."

You whine. Your walls tighten around him.

Joel grips your ass hard enough to bruise. "Tell me you love it," he grit.

"I love it- I love it."

"Tell me you need it."

"I do, Joel. Needed it so long, jus wanted you. All of you."

"Oh fuck baby- makin' me crazy," he mumbled. "You have me, all of me. Whenever you want it baby."

"Want it... Want it... Want to see you, baby."

For a moment Joel stopped, his cock half inside of you.

Swiftly he took himself out and you both made a noise of disappointment.

"On your back."

You obliged.

Joel shone in sweat, his greying curls at his forehead sticking to him. You could see the further sheen of perspiration as he caged you, resting on his forearms over you.

His hand trailed up your leg slowly, cupping under the back of your knee and stretching it up.

Good thing you were younger and spry more than he as he stretched your leg over his shoulder and guided his cock into you.

Your moan came louder, your eyes watching as he sank in and out of you, building a quick pace of slapping skin and wet need.

"I won't last darlin'," Joel muttered, "you feel so damn good."

Your eyes squeezed shut as the pressure built. Your mouth hung open and Joel saw an open invitation.

Joel's hand cupped your chin and forced you to look up at him. "You need somethin' again, huh?"

His finger dragged down your bottom lip, mouth wider. He looked into your eyes, searched around you for any hesitation.

But you wanted it. You were dirty. You wanted his fingers in your mouth, his cock inside of you, fingers curling in you, tongue on you. There wasn't a part of Joel Miller your body didn't sing for.

Joel looked into your awaiting mouth and spat. Just once, but it was enough.

His hand was so large as it fell comfortable on your neck. Not squeezing- but there with enough pressure to feel you swallow him.

"Fuck baby!" he groaned. "Please cum, want you to cum on my cock. Please."

Un-knowingly his hand squeezed and that was all it took. His begging un-guarded, his hand holding your throat to keep you withering and trembling body down.

You felt your release run out of you- down your thighs and soaking his cock.

Your walls clenched around him and fluttered once- twice- before Joel was pulling out quickly to spill all over your chest.

"Fuck-fuck!" he grunted as his fisted his cock, milking every last drop to fall onto your chest.

You basked in the feel of him, his seed all over you like a mark of what was his. It was primal and had your cunt clenching around nothing.

Joel's eyes were closed as his fist slowed, body moving with the last twitches of his cock. "Fuck," he sighed out, falling down next to you.

You were catching your breath when you felt his hand hall into your hair, fingers gently playing with the strands.

"Did so good, baby," he praised, head turned to the side to see you. "You feelin alright?"

You turned your head and smirked. "Could go for a cigarette right about now."

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bluetimeombre · 1 month ago

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₊˚ෆ Stacey’s ( Ellie’s ) mom ,

'dude your mom is hot' was a sentence Ellie got used to hearing between her friends.

Warning, language, SMUT-ish, nothing too explicit, age gap, crushing, dirty talk, oral (f receiving) voyeursim kinda? Lmk if I missed anything

•----------•----------•----------•----------•-----

“ Hey, should we go back to yours? ” it was typical of Dina to ask, to always suggest to Ellie they go back to her house. The one with Miller out front.

But Ellie knew it wasn't Joel she was trying to get a peek at.

Ellie was groaning, her arms out wide as Dina was already grinning, practically skipping to her house. “ Dina- ”

“ C'mon, wanna hear that gee-tar playing of yours, ” she said.

“ Are you serious right now? ” she groaned, following begrudgingly because she'd follow Dina to the end of the earth.

Dina looked back at her with a cheeky grin.

“ I don't even live there anymore! ” Ellie tried to argue.

“ Yeah you do. ”

She shook her head and kicked stones along the path as she followed. She liked her garage that had turned into her room.

But Dina liked the house that smelled like wood and you.

•----------•----------•----------•----------•----

“ Hello! ” Dina walked in like the home was hers. She was there often enough that she knew the doors were always open to her.

Ellie sulked as she walked through the door, wiping her dusty boots on the mat and gently closing it behind her.

“ Is anyone home? ” Dina asked after she got little reply. Her hands were on her hips, gently tugging down her shirt until there was some sort of teasing going on around her chest. She turned to Ellie.

Her cheeks were pink and she tried to find entertainment in the white walls and not Dina's attempts. “ I-I dunno. ”

“ Ellie? ” a voice suddenly called.

You. You walked down the stairs, boots in hand and jacket thrown over your arm. “ Thought I heard you two, ” you greeted with a nod and smile, settling yourself on the last step. “ How you doin' Dina? ”

Dina grinned wide, knocking her boot on your sock clad foot. “ All the better for seeing you. ”

Ellie tutted and looked down.

You peered up at Dina, smirking. “ Always love to see ya, Dina.”

When Ellie's friends- especially Dina and Jesse- wanted to come around more she'd been glad of the attention, to have a life she could share with friends. Then it started to become more instant.

'Hey, whose at home?'

'Hey, I was thinking about guitar lessons, who taught you?'

'You know anyone who can repair my jacket?'

At first, Ellie had thought they were all about Joel. The gruff, older, brother of Tommy, mystery man.

It wasn't until about a month ago, when Joel was stuck out on patrol and Jesse insisted on looking over you that Ellie realised her friends weren't there for Joel. They were there for you.

It was embarrassing for Ellie. And she could never tell if you knew and loved it or really didn't see the effect you had on them. On everyone.

Finally, Ellie noticed how you tied up your boots and stood. “ Where are you going? ”

“ Patrol, ” you said, “Tommy thinks they found raider tracks heading south, want some of us to go look. ”

“ And where's Joel?”

“ Joel's right 'ere. ”

The man trod downstairs, still buttoning up his checked shirt and hiding the dust of greying chest hair. His hair was tussled, no socks on his feet and a thin, small layer of sweat on his forehead.

Ellie took it all in with an embarrassed groan the same time Dina noticed and chuckled.

“ Joel, you dog! ”

He bristled under her comment. “ Dina. ”

You laughed to yourself, throwing your jacket over your shoulders.

Joel's hand had hardly brushed your shoulder before Dina jumped at the opportunity.

“ Here-” she said. “ Let me help you.”

“ Thanks. ”

Joel and Ellie watched as Dina held your jacket out, helping your arms slide down the sleeves and brush her own hands against yours and Dina was all too pleased with herself.

She even smoothed your collar back as you pulled back your hair.

You turned to her, smiling. “ Thanks. ”

Joel was at your back, taking you to the door. “ C'mon, honey, i'll walk you out. ”

Ellie approached Dina's side as they watched Joel's hand dance the lowest part of your back and opening the front door for you.

“ You need gloves? ” Dina asked, calling to you.

Joel looked over his shoulder with a scowl. “ It ain't winter yet, she'll be fine, ” but both girls then noticed how he lowered his lips to your ears and muttered the same question.

Ellie saw how Dina looked at you, watched you as you said your bye's to Joel. She saw how Dina's eyes scanned over you- head to toe- and but down on her lower lip. She slapped her in the arm. “ Cut it out. ”

“ Can't help it ,” she mumbled, shrugging innocently. “ Your mom does something to me.”

“ She's not my mom, ” Ellie grumbled. It was true, you weren't. Maybe you were the closest thing she had to a real one- after all you'd done with Joel to save her you were family. A love of hers. But you were more a sister than a mother. Only slightly older than Ellie but younger than Joel.

Maybe that was why all of her friends wanted you.

You were just that out of reach.

Joel saw the two watching, one happy and the other with a scowl just like his.

The door inched closed just enough for him to kiss you without an audience.

Dina grumbled. “ C'mon man. ”

Joel pulled it back enough to show your head popping around. He didn't seem happy but Dina didn't care.

“ I'll see you soon, Ellie, ” you nodded. You and her never liked goodbye's, just see you later's.

“ Be careful out there, ” she said.

You smiled and looked to her side. “ See you later, Dina.”

Before you could disappear the two girls watched as Joel's finger's wrapped around your forearm. “ Be safe .”

“ I will. ” You promised, pecking his lips again.

Your footsteps sounded down the porch and down the stairs, across gravel.

Joel still lingered at the door, watching you guy, an arm up on the door and sighing, huffing, as if all the noise he made could stop you.

Dina was giddy as she rushed to the door, opening it wider and waving you down. “ Be safe! ” she called.

You glanced back, an amused grin on your lips and furrow between your brows as Ellie dragged her feet over to also watch you go. You offered them all a small wave.

Joel and Dina watched you walk off, Ellie wishing she could hide in a hole from embarrassment.

“ How'd you get a fine woman like that, Old man? ” teased Dina.

Joel didn't turn, even give any sign that he'd heard until he saw your body move around the corner to meet Tommy (one of the only one's he trusted you to patrol with). His eyes were dark and narrow when they turned down to Dina. “ Don't you have a garage to get to ?"

•----------•----------•----------•----------•---

Ellie had a good training session with Jesse. A real good one. An early morning rise, the birds chirping. She'd even managed to take him down one on the mat.

He'd given her a 'looking good' and suggested breakfast at the food hall.

“ Your right hooks got something, ” he said, letting her through the door first and to the stands.

“. You think?” her smile was large though her muscles were sore.

“ Yeah! ”

They'd just got plates and mugs, just gotten their foods when they heard the unmistakable dark chuckle of Joel Miller. Unmistakable cause it was the sound only you could drag out of him.

Jesse's head practically snapped at the sound.

Ellie groaned. “ Seriously. ”

Jesse grinned.

You and Joel were sat at a table to yourself but it may as well have just been you and him in the entire world.

Though people were all around the canteen, smiling and talking, you and Joel faced each other. Your chair was turned to him while his body was focused on you, hand laid out over yours on top of the table, his fingers drawing lazy circles along the back. Your eyes were shining, glittering as you spoke while Joel's... Joel's was nothing shorter than adoration.

Jesse's was too. “ Let's go say hi. ”

He was already walking over to you as Ellie hung her head.

You turned first, noting Jesse's long strides and Ellies little shuffles. You still smiled, though not as wide as you moved your chair back under the table.

Joel's gaze turned dark but he didn't try moving as Jesse and Ellie slid into seats in front of you.

“ Hey,” Jesse greeted. His arms crossed over the table across from you, his breakfast pushed aside and forgotten about. “Hope you don't mind us joining. ”

" Yes, ” said Joel.

You swatted his chest and tutted.

Ellie smiled sheepishly to herself, tucking her head into her chest. She knew the very move she used on Dina.

“ You were training this morning?” you asked.

“ Yeah, Ellie's she's getting real good! ” Jesse boasted, slapping a hand on her shoulder and causing her to jolt.

Ellie glared at him.

You caught the glare. “ Well, she's got a good teacher. ”

Joel glared at you, clearing his throat and shuffling his chair closer to you as Jesse blushed.

“ Thank you, I mean, well, you've probably taught her- um- taught her moves. ”

Your lips moved with amusement. “ The best kind .”

Joel huffed an approval of a laugh.

Ellie caught the way Joel kicked up a leg over his other, his hand large, sliding over your thigh. He only had to tug a little before he had you pulled into his side.

Jesse's blushed was absorbed.

If Ellie could see how her friends reacted to you, then Joel must've caught onto it before her.

“ So, um- ”Jesse tried again, pulling himself into the table. “ I heard you and Tommy got those raiders? ”

You shrug, fingers tracing over the rim of your coffee cup. “ Was only three. Stragglers, I reckon. They were low on supplies. The winter would've got them anyway.”

“ Well you've kept this town safe, again, ” said Jesse. “ You're a hero. ”

Ellie didn't know if she wanted to be swallowed up by the ground or if she wanted Jesse to.

There was a flicker of some uncomfortableness at the compliment.

You looked into your mug and frowned. “ A hero can't get a damn cup of coffee around here-”

“ I'll get it! ” Both Joel and Jesse had said.

Joel glared at him. His strongest yet, even Ellie who'd done nothing wrong but know you, shrunk.

Jesse, to his credit, still tried. “ I can get it. It's no problem. ”

“ I’ll get the damn cup of coffee, ”Joel almost growled at him.

He pushed his chair back.

Before he left the table he made sure Jesse was watching as he rested his hand on the back of your chair and leant down.

He kissed you passionately, the kind of way he made sure never to do in front of Ellie. His knuckles bleached white with how hard he grabbed the back of the chair. The steal of your breath. The tilt of his face and the shove of his tongue into your mouth, quick and effective.

When he pulled away, smirking down at you and getting your empty mug, you were still staring after him, licking your lips from the taste of him.

You watched him go like Ellie and Jesse weren't there, leaning around the table to watch him walk.

Jesse deflated, groaning to himself. He could train, cook, be as buff as he wanted, but he'd never be an older man like Joel Miller.

“ Gross ,” Ellie grumbled, stabbing at her eggs.

•----------•----------•----------•----------•-----

Ellie lead the way, laughing back into the Miller residence.

Weeks had passed and spending time with Dina and Jesse was easier when you and Joel had been so busy. So busy you weren't seen my her friends much.

Joel had been asked by Maria to build faster, to which he always liked to joke about and push her buttons with, while you and Tommy had been busy in keeping tabs on any change in patrol logs. Sure you'd gotten three raiders, but Tommy didn't like chances.

“ So is anyone home?” asked Dina, her voice tinged with hope as the three of them kicked off the snow on their boots.

“ Yeah, like, will Joel be in, or... ” Jesse trailed off, warming his hands with his breath.

“ No, they're not in, Joel had patrol and she's with Benji ,”Ellie told them, opening the door and keeping it open as she walked in. “ It's just us.”

But it was not just them and they discovered as much as they rounded the corner into the kitchen.

"Fuck, bab- Oh my god!"

"Shit-shit!"

"What the fuck!"

All manners of expressions, from pleasure to horror, were shouted across the kitchen.

Jesse hid his face, Dina laughed and Ellie looked damn well near ready to explode.

You were propped up on the kitchen counter, your legs were wide and your dressing robe had been bunched at the waist. Your hand had been grasping at salt-and-pepper hair and Joel's hands had been grasping at your hips and ass, pulling you into his face as he sat on his knees in front of you.

At all the yelling and your quick jump to your feet, he was up, you were hiding him behind you as your robe was pulled back.

“ Ellie, we thought you were out! ” you said.

“ We eat here! ” she argued.

“ Joel was eating something, ” Dina snickered.

“ Dina! ” warned Joel.

It seemed the only one's who could see some funny in the situation was you and Dina, as you couldn't help but laugh off the blush on Jesse's cheeks.

“ Ellie- ” you laughed, hands behind you as you hid Joel (who was definitely almost half hard and stubble covered in you)

“ Seriously !” she was still snapping, her teenager anger coming to the surface. “ Just five minutes of being fucking normal! ”

You were still finding the situation laughable as you stirred yourself and Joel out the kitchen like you were a pair of horny teens. “ We'll just er- go finish- I mean, leave the three of you to it. ”

You and Joel were in the door way from the kitchen when you passed a nod to Ellie's friends. “ Dina. Jesse .”

Then you were gone, Joel's low groans of annoyance at the interruption and your laughs. But even Joel gave a low grumble of something that was similar to laughing at Ellie's eruption.

Normal, like a finally normal family.

•----------•----------•----------•----------•-----

“ Dina, this is ridiculous! ”Jesse seethed as he followed her up the stairs of the Miller house.

“ Oh c'mon,” she whispered, creeping up the stairs. “ You telling me you don't wanna know? “

“ No, I don't! ”

But it was a clear lie.

The two were supposed to be sleeping in Ellie's garage, on a crappy mattress Joel had dragged in for them.

Ellie was sound asleep when they left.

It was only to wonder, to quench a thirst as they convinced themself. They just wanted to see your and Joel's room, wonder what secrets it held. Specifically. what pieces of you were there.

Were clothes of yours strewn about the place, thrown haphazardly around? Were your guns that delicately pulled triggers lying on a cabinet, organised? Were their pictures? Ellie's drawings? Your boots?

Your nightwear?

“ Dina, if Ellie knew... fuck, if Joel knew- ”Jesse panicked.

“ They're not gonna. It's just to see. ”

Ellie had casually mentioned that you and Joel would be out the house as you always babysat Benji for Maria and Tommy on a Friday night so they could go out.

She’d almost promised you and Joel would be gone, without thinking about the consequences.

Dina and Jesse didn’t think as they crouched outside the door that his the secrets of you.

A bit more than secrets.

Jesse put out a hand, stopping Dina from turning the doorknob. “ You hear that? ”

Moaning. Groaning.

Memories of pain sprang to mind before they heard the creak of a bed.

"Oh baby,"

"Yeah-there? Just there, I know what you like mama,"

"J-Joel!"

Jesse’s outstretched hand started to tremble.

No, you and Joel were not babysitting for that evening.

Dina cracked a grin. “ Are they? ”

But Jesse gulped.

They didn’t need to see you or Joel. The thump of the bed on the wall and the gasps and moans were enough for them to imagine Joel on his back, his cock buried deep in you.

Your hands would be atop his chest, or low on his sternum to steady yourself as you bounced on his cock, taking him and retracting him, moaning at the constant fill.

You’d be sweaty- glistening in it. You’d throw your head back, hair cascading down your back as you moan.

"Harder baby," they could hear Joel grit out through his teeth. "C’mon, fucking bounce on it! Make those damn kids hear and think they have a chance!"

Little did he know they were outside the door, ruining themselves with their own imaginations.

Joel cursed, grunting loudly. "You think? You think anyone else can make you this wet? Can make you this needy?"

There was a little noise, a whimper from you that had Jesse clenching his jaw and Dina biting her lip.

"Louder!"

"You, Joel! Only you!"

"Damn right. Now show me, show me this sweet cunt is mine!"

They sounds of skin on skin increased, louder, paired with filthy words and even filthier sounds.

They pictured Joel’s feet planted on the bed, hands digging into the skin of your hips and holding you up to thrust into you, having you a numb mess as you both spilled words.

"Only yours, my sweet little pussy only fits your cock, Joel,"

"Can feel you squeeze me. Shit- it’s so good. Wanna be buried inside of you forever,"

"Don’t think about anyone else- don’t look at anyone else, just you,"

Neither of Dina or Jesse could move as you and Joel reached your limits.

"Say my name, say my name as you let me fill you up! Say my name as you let me make you a mama!"

"Joel!"

It ended in grunts and deep breaths.

As you and Joel calmed down, Dina and Jesse came back to themselves, catching their breaths as if they’d been at activities.

Jesse brushed off his pants and whispered. "I think I’m er, gonna head home. Would you let Ellie know?"

“ Yeah. Yeah, I-I think I’m gonna go wake and tell her now. ”

The two stood at the top of the stairs.

“ Bye. ”

“ Goodnight. ”

They each bid bye, seeing each other rush of with slick between legs and something hard too.

(Little did they realise how Joel had watched them ‘sneak’ from the garage and heard them enter the house. Little did they know you and a Joel had thought how they needed to learn a lesson that what was Joel’s was always Joel’s)

Joel pulled you into his chest, tucking his head between your neck and shoulder, peppering it in kisses. "That’ll show ‘em."

Work is so busy I’m so tired but I loved this!!

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bluetimeombre · 1 month ago

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- * Strawberries, part two

Smut, food play, oral (m&f receiving) dirty talk, praise kink, mean-ish Joel, penetration (un-protected) language, younger reader implied. Let me know if I missed anything

part one here!

It took only two weeks for Joel to settle into life in Jackson before he was asking about greenhouses.

Jackson had to have some. They had veg with every meal and apples for kids at schools snack time but the ground was already frozen solid. So how did they do it?

Greenhouses. Small safe havens where a person could grow any veg or fruit of choice.

Joel knew his choice.

Strawberries.

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You withered around on the bed, a hand over your agape mouth and the other twisted in the bed sheets at your head.

"Joel-" you mewled, daring not to glance down.

Joel had been between your thighs for what felt like hours. Hours of excruciating long torture where Joel was allowed to enjoy his dessert.

What heaven laid between your thighs and the punnet of strawberries he’d been caring for for months.

"Shh, baby," he mumbled, pulling back. His lips were wet with you, his stubble shining with your need and strawberries. "Want to enjoy my treat in peace."

You moan. Practically whine.

Joel pulled away and demanded your gaze. He tutted and dragged a finger through your sopping folds. It had been hours.

And he hadn’t let you finish. No, he held it back like it was a prize.

"You’re-you’re being mean," you utter.

"Oh, am I?" He mocked.

He dove into the strawberries, the very fingers he’d not long been curling inside you grabbing at the fruit.

You couldn’t watch the way his lips wrapped around the fruit and dragged it into his mouth. He munched on it loudly.

Every time your hand got dangerously close to the bowl he’d slap it away- hence why you’d took to holding yourself back.

Joel munched on the strawberry and before he was even finished, he held your legs open and found his home. His tongue licked up all the mess you were making, the taste of you just as sweet as the fruit he could still taste.

"So-mmh- so good," his voice was muffled, sending vibrations through your body.

Your body jerked into his mouth.

Joel held you up, spreading your cheeks and fondling the skin as he inched himself closer. His body was just as worked up as yours, his cock stretching out his jeans.

Every time he moved, or shifted to taste you deeper, he had to take time to grind down on the bed. At this rate, it would be moulded into the shape of you lying on your back and his cock in the mattress.

Joel’s tongue swept in between your folds, flicking lightly.

"Mh- fuck!"

He hummed and nodded, intentionally moving his nose on your clit.

Just how you liked it.

"Joel!" You yelled out.

"What did I say?" He pulled away, siting back on his heels.

Your chest heaved as sweat clung to you. You watched Joel as he chewed on another strawberry, humming at the taste.

At first you thought they were a gift for you, then Joel had sat down, stood you up and stripped you carefully.

That’s when you realised it was more a gift for him.

"These are delicious, you should try some," he teased. He closed his eyes and dwelled in the taste, licking his lips.

"Dick," you said.

"No- that’s what you want though? Isn’t it, baby? Your own special treat?"

When his eyes opened and looked down at you curiously, you nodded.

"Tough."

Joel was always a generous lover and you knew he wouldn’t leave you un-satisfied. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t take his time in devouring you.

Joel tugged at your ankles and settled back down in between your thighs. This time, he went in with passion, with no mercy. His tongue sort to know all of you and his nose nudged your clit every other lick.

He didn’t pause for a strawberry, this time, he was far more concerned in getting your taste stuck in his mouth and beard.

He made out with your pussy until you were panting and you didn’t know where to put your hands.

"J-J-Joel!"

He grinned and laughed. He spat between your legs and rubbed it in with his tongue. "Grab on baby, want you to finish."

With nothing else to be said, your hands grabbed onto him, fingers in his hair and pulling as he only carried on.

"I’m gonna- I'm gonna-" your eyes screwed shut as Joel took his tongue to your puffy and sobbing clit, circling it just enough to get you to cum.

And you did. With a loud gasp and a clutch at his hair you finished.

Joel wasn’t wasting a drop. He held your trembling thighs open throughout your come down, gently cleaning you with his tongue.

"That’s it, so good for me, perfect treat. My good little girl."

Once you were spent and lying there catching your breath you felt something cold run up your thighs.

They trembled at the touch.

When you eventually pushed yourself up to your elbows, you saw Joel grinning at you as he dragged a large strawberry over the inside of your thigh. He was focused on the task, cooing when your thighs shook at the contact.

Joel watched you as he slid the strawberry higher, dancing over your hips and over the lowest part of your stomach.

"What are you doing?" you whispered.

His tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he looked to the punnet of strawberries. "Well, I've still got lots left, ain't I? That means you gotta give me some more."

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It had been a week since then and still you could feel the phantom touch of him between your legs. His stubble had left enough marks between your thighs that every time you got in the shower you thought about him.

Every time you saw the colour red you thought of him.

It was agonising.

The worst part was how mad you ached for him. You'd never wanted like that before, but since that night in the woods, sharing the strawberries, he'd opened up something. A desire made from flames.

You didn't even want his mouth on your heat again (though it went without saying you weren't saying no) you wanted him. Him down your throat, his neck muscles straining from how he tried to keep quiet.

His taste mixed with the fruit of temptation.

That's how you ended up finding Tommy who directed you to the green house Joel had took as his.

That's how you wandered in and closed the door behind you.

Joel was tending after his favourite fruit, taking care of it like a child. He looked up when you sauntered in. "What is it?"

You only walked around slowly, dragging your hand through the plants and vines. Some hadn't sprouted yet, many had.

There was already a basket full of the berries.

You pinched one, wondering if he would tell you off like he had before. Instead, Joel only watched as you approached him.

He watched as you took a bite, slurping it up. Perhaps making more noise on perhaps. "Hungry?" he asked.

You hummed and nodded. You held up your fingers, offering the last bit to him.

Joel's fingers were steady and only slightly dirty covered as they grabbed your wrist and led you to feed him. You obliged, letting your fingers linger on his lips.

But you didn't linger long.

Soon enough you were on your knees, his jeans pulled down to his boots and belt tossed behind you.

"Shit- fuck, baby," Joel seethed, hand clutching at your hair like it was a life line.

You were taking him slow, just like he had with you, delivering a taste of his own medicine. Yet he'd taught you things that night, the wonder of two of life's greatest pleasures. Food and Joel Miller.

Your tongue ran up and down his length, going further when he nudged you.

"That's it, right there baby, right there," he muttered. His head was thrown back in bliss, hands in your hair, apparently forgetting you were in a green house with only blurred white windows hiding you from the rest of the world.

You pulled away and took a breath.

But when Joel's hands stirred you back to his cock that was weeping for your attention. You refused, even when he tugged at your hair harder.

"I'm hungry," you said, licking off the pre-cum of his that had marked your lips.

Joel frowned, catching his breath.

Then he spotted you reaching for the basket of strawberries.

He chuckled, taking his hands from your hair to hold onto the table he was leant on. He was in trouble.

You took your time in picking your strawberry and when you'd made your choice you held the base of Joel's cock steady.

He jerked at the first touch of the fruit. It was a new sensation to him as you dragged it up and up, trailing over a vein.

"Christ," he muttered.

You watched him with a smirk yourself as you swirled the tip of the berry around his tip, collecting his seed like it was chocolate.

Joel's body shuddered, his hands tightening on the table.

You continued on, amused at his state.

"Ba-baby," he warned. His tone was dangerous. If you weren't careful there may never be an end.

"What?" you said, falling back on your heels. "Am I being mean?"

Finally, you pulled off the greenery on the strawberry and ate it. It was the perfect balance of your favourite things and the way Joel groaned and moaned at watching you eat you knew you were in the league for playing his game.

Suddenly, something like a growl came from his throat and his hands balled up your hair in a ponytail as he forced you down his cock. You'd only just swallowed the last of the fruit and your hands braced on his thighs as he directed your movements.

"Yeah, you think you can fucking tease me like that, huh? When I grow- ah shit- grow all of this for you? For us?" he seethed. He could hear and feel his cock stretch to the back of your throat, the most lewd sounds keeping you company. "Good girls say thank you."

He released you and you caught your breath, your spit marked gently with pink.

Joel slouched. "Say thank you."

You caught your breath, wiping off the corner of your mouth. "Th-thank you, Joel."

"Good baby, good," he praised. Joel nodded down to your thumb that was smeared in him. You were driving him crazy. "Now don't waste it."

With what was on your thumb you wiped it on a strawberry. Your lips were already parting for it when Joel clicked his fingers.

Your core grew in heat as you watched him take the strawberry covered in him. You moan out loud and use this chance to take his cock back down your mouth, spreading spit on the edge.

"Taste's good, now I know why you like being down there," he said. "Urg- god baby, you're doing so good, so fucking good."

You take him down deeper.

Joel's body stretched as his hands flexed and held you down.

"Shit-shit!" he panted. "God, you're gonna make me cum. Want me to? Down your sweet little throat?"

He rambled as you started to move slowly again. Just like that... give you anything you want baby, just make me cum... wanna see it dripping down you.

You took him down once more, choking and digging your nails into his thighs as he finished in a loud grunt.

Slowly you released him, making sure to lick up and get every last drop in your mouth.

You let him go, his cock hanging limp in front of you. You get to your feet as Joel catches his breath, watching you.

You'd reached for the basket of strawberries but his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

"These are mine, baby, you have to ask nice for your share."

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Finally... the two of you learnt to share.

In Joel's house, in his sitting room, the fire warming the winter air around you and illuminating the sweat on your bodies and the juice of strawberries.

There were few left in the basket and many remains around you.

You were in Joel's lap, rocking against him and feeling the stretch his cock indented inside of you with every move of your hips.

Your hair was sticking to you from sweat of the fire and how long Joel and you had been torturing each other, sucking at each others skin and tasting each other.

Like fucking animals.

Joel's arms were around you, holding tight and flexing. He was helping you move in his lap. "Baby. Oh, baby. Think you can give me a third?"

Your head tilted back, showing him the expanse of your neck. Your hand reached behind you, holding his thigh. You shook your head.

Joel's lips attached to the base of your throat. "Just one more, one more baby. C'mon."

"Joel," you whine.

You slow down and spend time moving your hips in a circle. If anything it took him deeper.

Joel grunted and cursed, holding you closer. He dipped his head to kiss along the beginning of your breasts. "Squeezin' me like that, feels so good."

You lean into him, hair falling and hiding you both from the world. Although everyone would be asleep. The sun had only just set when Joel and you began. At this rate, it would rise before you finish.

The only noises to be heard were the owls outside, the fire crackling and the sound of your skin on his.

Thank god Ellie had moved into the garage.

Joel kept one arm firmly around you as he blindly reached for a strawberry. "Open."

You did and he fed you the strawberry. In moments of complete, utter frenzy, him feeding you something he knew you loved, something that made you happy felt incredibly sensual.

It drove you closer and closer to the edge.

"Squeezin' me, knew you could gimme a third," he smirked.

"Gonna... gonna give you..." you could hardly fish out the words, but Joel knew.

He helped you move, mumbling sweet nothings into your skin that he'd already littered with bruises. "Get you all the strawberries you want, darlin'. Give you anything, just say the word-" his hips stuttered with yours as you chased your high, his following along. "Would give you- shit! Give you a whole damn strawberry field if you asked."

"Joel, gonna-"

"Go! Go, let go, baby!"

You squeezed him once more as you finished in a loud gasp, slumping into his body.

Joel held you up and against him, the feeling of your sweaty and naked form tipping him over the edge as he came inside of you. He groaned into your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip as he tried to catch his breath. Fingers digging into the flush of your hips and bruising.

Then, it was only the crackle of the fire.

Joel moved slowly, unsure whether he could feel himself be without you yet. He laid himself down and dragged you with him, moving slow enough not to disturb where you both met. His back laid on the rug and you laid atop, legs entwined as you rested your head upon his chest, counting the heartbeats that grew steady.

"You know, i've got no damn strawberries left," he chuckled, kissing you on the top of the head.

You hum. "Better start trading for some seeds then."

And what you wanted, you got.

I had so much fun with this i'm not even sorry

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bluetimeombre · 1 month ago

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Woah, the daddy issues really popped off with this one

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I've been knowing you ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You want everything with Pedro, but when faced with it, he laughs off the idea. Based off this request

"I want to see a ring on that finger!"

It had been meant as a joke. You, Pedro, Lux, Javiera and her sons were all around the table in the garden while the sun set orange around you. Nicolas and a few cousins and friends were around too but they were all lost in separate conversations.

You couldn't even remember how you all got to that topic- or if there even was a topic. The words just rang in your head.

So did the laughter.

Pedro's chuckle, head thrown back. You smiled along, giggled with Lux who was at your other side.

Later in the night, while drinks were being drunk and food was being ate, conversations being had when another comment was thrown. This time, by Bruno.

"We need more cousins!"

Maybe it was meant as a joke, a reference to the thirty-four first cousins Pedro and his siblings shared. But when Javiera wiggled her brows and Lux made a noise, you understood there was a serious inquisition under there.

"Oh no, no, no," said Pedro laughing, a dancing finger being waved at them. His other arm was thrown over the back of your chair as he laughed, eyes glittering. "No."

And you'd laughed, because everyone else was laughing and it was funny to think.

Quickly, it became anything but.

No. He'd laughed at the idea. Laughed at the idea of a ring or kids with his curls and your eyes.

You'd never spoken about it really, never referenced a wedding or a boy or a girl. But after three years together was it not even on his mind?

The thoughts came and went quickly and were replaced with more even quicker. The chat around the table went on. There was clinking of cutlery and glasses but there was clicking in your brain like it was all falling into place.

Pedro- who you danced in the kitchen with, walked in parks with Edgar with- didn't see those dances and walks in the future.

You had no idea hearing the words would hurt so much but they had. As if one of the steak knives had been lodged in your heart and twisted.

Pedro's arm was warm around your shoulder as he laughed at a joke his brother made. In instinct, his arm flexed around you, drawing you in as you tried to smile too. Suddenly his hold was too much.

Were you embarrassed? Was that the feeling crawling into your gut.

Here was his family, the people closest to him that you had always thought you counted as- after three years. Were you just another date to the party? A hand for a lonely soul to hold?

What was this?

Lux seemed to notice this, the small things always seeming big to her.

You felt her hand reach over to your knee, squeezing it. It stole your attention as you smiled her way, moving out of Pedro's arms and focusing on her. She accommodated you with a conversation.

But Pedro was still holding you, reaching out to you.

His arm was stretched so his hand could sprawl along your back, his fingers dancing in your skin. Any other time shivers of ecstasy would crawl your skin.

Now, you wanted him off.

Lux again squeezed your knee. "Don't think to much about it," she told you.

"About what?" you feigned ignorance but the pretending was not easy.

While everyone was busy talking, you slipped away from Lux, squeezing her shoulders and assuring her you were fine, totally fine.

Pedro saw you walk away. You hadn't said were you were going, hadn't squeezed his hand or gave him a flirtatious smile to indicate he should follow.

He was confused for a moment.

"Are you not going to ask her to marry you, Tío?" asked his nephew, Bruno.

Pedro looked back at him, a cheeky grin. "Of course I am. I'm not stupid."

He had the box, with the gold band of gems inside. He already had plans. He'd dreamt it all. He'd never shared those dreams with anyone but Lux because she would understand.

She was closer to age with you than he was and sometimes he was so scared about that fact.

He looked to Lux then but she looked at him weary, a crease in her brows.

Pedro looked back. It had been two minutes. You shouldn't be long.

Then, you were long.

Lux looked back to where you'd disappeared but Pedro was already on his feet, padding through the garden and into the house.

"Cariño?" he called out. You weren't in the kitchen. "Mi Cariño? Baby?" he looked around the house but there was not a whisper of you.

A prickle of fear nudged at him that lead him to the bathroom of his big sisters house. There was a shuffle inside-

The pull of tissue-

A sniff.

His knuckles wrapped gently.

"Sorry, just a minute."

"Baby?" he asked, "are you ok in there, huh? Need a hand?" he'd meant it as a joke, a cheeky try at getting into the bathroom with you. When he tried the door, it was locked.

"Just a second!" you called through, almost panicked.

He frowned. Had something happened?

He knew the sound of your voice after you'd cried, or when you were trying not to cry. He'd seen it before after hard days at work but he could coax your troubles out of you.

Had you not been fine down stairs? Had you not been laughing?

Fears flooded him, rendering him from pushing open the door when it swung open and you stood. Beautiful as ever, but changed.

Pedro managed to hold you. "Wo-Woah- hey, hey," he stopped you. "What's going on?"

You looked at him. Your eyes were red and your lips chapped and it was clear you were trying not to cry. "Nothing, nothing." Again you wanted to move but Pedro's hands were gentle as they lured you back into the bathroom.

"Has something happened? Where's your phone?" he wondered if something had been said, or if some news had got to you. But your phone wasn't in hand or around, it was at the table.

You shook out his hold and folded your arms over you. You weren't looking at him.

That little fear turned to stone cold dread at the bottom of his stomach. "Corazón?"

Pedro truly did not know what he had done. "You're worrying me now."

Your back was still to him as you collected yourself. He stood there, still and scared. Abruptly, you turned. It wasn't fair that you looked pretty when you cried as well as all of this. "When you look at me what do you see?"

He didn't think it was a trick question, so he spoke. "Intelligence. Beauty. Wonder. Everything I've ever wanted." He carefully stepped toward you.

"But what about what you want?" you asked, turning to him. "When I look at you I see wrinkles, and wedding anniversaries- silver, gold, all of them."

Pedro took a deep breath. He thought for a moment you'd found out about the box hiding in his coat in your room. Then he realised you hadn't. "Well, so do I.... eventually."

"Do you?"

"Of course I do, is this about my sister said?" he asked.

"It's about what you didn't say."

There was silence as Pedro realised you could walk out the door and not come back.

"Do you not see all that with me? One home instead of sharing each others apartments? I want to marry you but you don't?"

"Of course- of course I do," he walked over to you.

You let his hands warm you, hold you and sit you down on the edge of the bath tub. You felt stupid. You felt weak. You liked to be strong and to have Pedro relay on you, to be the perfect partner that never asked for anything more than love.

But if you were wasting time loving him how could you forgive yourself.

"Honey, you're young," he started with.

You looked up at him. "What?"

Pedro crouched in front of you. He cupped your hands and peppered them with kisses. "You're so young, you have more of a life ahead of you than I do."

You chuckled dryly at that. "You're fifty, not eighty, Pedro."

He smiled to, creases at his eyes. "Sometimes my knees feel it."

"Get up then."

"No, no, I-" he rested his head on where he held your hands. "I need you to listen. I always said I wouldn't go for someone younger, I thought I couldn't. Then you came around and changed my ways of course. I've wanted to marry you since our first date. But I wasn't gonna take that choice from you. I've been waiting. Waiting to ask."

He keeps his head bowed as you raise your gaze. "But I figured you loved me."

Pedro kissed your hands again. He moved and perched next to you on the edge of the tub. "It's quite a scary thing to love. I'm just handing you my heart and hoping it'll be ok," he chuckled. "And I know you would but ... would you believe it, this is the longest relationship I've had."

He'd never told you that. He'd mentioned an ex or two but never to any detail.

"And you're the last person I will ever date. The first and only I want forever. I'm ready to make a life, the whole thing."

You couldn't help but watch him like in a daze as his smile takes over his face.

"Kids. A girl and a boy, like my sister and I- more if it happens. We'd marry once we have kids so they can be at the wedding. We'd have dogs. Probably move out of the city, to the countryside, with a good school," he grinned. His head rested in the crook of your neck, voice low.

"I can't tell you the amount of times I've pictured our wedding, or our house. You and the kids visiting me on set. We'd come back to Chile every summer. They'd be close with their cousins, but their favourite aunt would probably be Lux."

You laughed, a tear sliding down your cheek. "Probably."

He laughed and kissed the space between your neck and shoulder. He pulled away eventually and looked at you. His hand, large and welcoming, held your cheek in hand, brushing back hair. "When I look at you, my love, I see the whole thing. But I was-truthly- always too scared to know if you wanted the same."

You nodded, eagerly. "I want it, Pedro. All you had to do was ask."

His grin split and his chest caved with a sigh of relief. He grabbed your hand and kissed it like you were a princess. "This wasn't exactly the place I imagined this happening."

You looked around the bath room, at the orange lights and little plant Javiera had. "As bathrooms go..." you trail off.

"Anywhere's perfect with you," said Pedro, nudging you with his head of curls.

"Sap."

"You had me worried for a second there, you know." His arm came around your hip, holding you.

You cringed, wiping at your eyes and desperately trying to salvage your makeup. "I'm sorry, ruined you seeing your family."

"Oh no, no, no Cariño," he brushed your hair from your face, leaning closer to you. "You've made me a very happy man."

Pedro kissed you, softly. A whisper of his love and devotion. It lasted until you were tugging at his shirt closer and until his hands were in your hair.

"We should-" you started against his lips. "Mhm, we should probably go before your sisters think they're getting nephews or nieces."

Pedro grinned, dragging his lips down your neck to nip at your earlobe. "Dirty," he helped you up and patted your backside. "You go down, I need to piss."

You made a disgusted noise before lingering at the door. "So everything's ok?" you checked, looking back to him. "I haven't, have I ruined this?"

His look of love was almost enough to tell you no, but you needed to hear it. "You could never. You just better say yes when I ask you to marry me!"

You left him to pee and returned to the table outside where most cousins had sat at.

Lux put a hand on your knee.

"Are you ok?" Javiera asked you when you took your seat.

Apparently Lux wasn't the only one to note his laughter at the questions.

"I'm ok," you shrug, "I'm emotional."

"You're allowed to be," Javiera assured you. "But my hermanito is not dumb."

It explained everything that needed to be.

Quickly, conversation started up again and you were laughing quietly. It had took a lot out of you, the talk and confession but still left you lighter.

You spotted Pedro walking back out, Nicolas under his arm as he patted him on the shoulder and nudged him away. You watched him, expecting a drop of a kiss on your head and for him to take the seat next to you.

Instead, Pedro dropped down in front of you again.

"Your poor knees!" you joked.

Everyone else grew louder.

Lux pulled out her phone. "Dios mío."

Pedro pulled out the box, opened it to a golden band. "Marry me?"

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bluetimeombre · 1 month ago

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Need Joel Miller to call me babygirl and tell me everything’s gonna be alright

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-* Strawberries

There are some things Joel misses after the end of times, he didn’t think something as sweet as strawberries would be one

- [thank you so much for 2,000 followers, insane, he’s something sweet while you wait. There’s making out and fruit involved but nothing to explicit. Smutty]

When discussing what you missed most in the end of times you thought of anything practical. Easy supply of period products, bread, hot showers.

You hadn't thought about fruit until you were faced with it.

You and Ellie decided to let Joel take his time in the shower and raiding the house that had once belonged to his 'friends' - Bill and Frank.

You'd only come on this job for the kid, apparently an immune with the ability of a cure. You didn't care for Joel, never had but you cared for getting to an end.

That was how you and her ended up lingering over a garden patch labelled with different vegetables and fruits. One stood out to you the most.

"Holy shit."

"Shit- what?" Ellie whipped around in every direction, looking for trouble. But you had already thrown your pack aside and practically dug into the ground to get to the sweet nectar.

As soon as you found one, whole, round red with flickering seeds, you held it up to the sun. It was whole. It was healthy. It was like nothing else in the world.

And it tasted better than you'd remembered. You moan around the juice on your lips and the taste that fell on your tongue.

At that moment the taste of forbidden fruit was the best thing in the world.

Ellie looked at you and at the ground before following suit, plucking one she assumed was alright. "What? It's a fruit."

"It's so much more than a fucking fruit," you licked your lips, looking around the yard. There were loads, enough to get buckets full. Bill and Frank must have been great people.

You were already checking around bushes and your pack.

"Should we take some back for Joel?" asked Ellie. For a kid faced with a lot of grim, she sure had manners.

You grumbled and said nothing. Instead, you pulled out scissors and begun.

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By the time you and Ellie got back to the house, Joel had showered, even put on a nice checked shirt. He'd even combed back his hair.

When the door slammed he stood up, speaking in that familiar gruff voice. "Where have you been?"

Ellie grinned. "Well don't you look pretty!"

Joel shook his head. "Shut up," he looked back to you. You were older than Ellie, but still much younger than him. Still, easier to make sense of. "Where have you been?"

Ellie rolled her eyes as she couldn't miss how his voice softened for you.

You adjusted your pack, glaring at him.

He took a quick survey of you- a new habit of his. Your pants were mud stained at the knees, mud under your nails and... something sweeter about you.

Joel looked at your lips and he swore they'd never looked so inviting before. Never had they had such a sweetness to their look, or so glossed over. Or so red. "Why are your lips like that?"

Your fingers brushed your lips. "Like what?"

Kissable. Glossy. Delectable. He suddenly wished he hadn't said anything as you wiped away the beauty.

"We went strawberry picking!" said Ellie happily.

"You went what?" Joel's brows furrowed.

You huffed. "Are we done here?"

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Only days later did Joel realise the new sweetness to your lips- when you and him were sitting across from each other, each making home on a tree while Ellie slept.

He'd invited you to sleep but you were to on edge. And that put him on edge. When you were on edge you became un-predictable and Joel didn't like unpredictable. He lived in fear when he couldn't work out your next move.

Like that night, when you laid out a cloth of the little red fruits out to him.

For a moment, Joel stared confused.

You shrug, taking your own pack of strawberries out. "They were gonna go bad."

Joel had a share of five.

"Strawberries?" he prodded them. He knew they still existed, he was the one who traded the pack of seeds to Frank. He just hadn't thought this would be what had him going crazy over you.

"What did you want? Banana's?" you sassed.

He rolled his eyes, fully prepared to tell you how disgusting your attitude was when he looked up.

Your lips were wrapped around the fruit, dragging on the seeds until your teeth sunk in just above the green leaf. There was a gentle slurp and then the strawberry was gone, leaving you to flick the greenery off.

Joel didn't care for eating his own. He cared for you eating the rest of them.

You went again for a second one. This one must have been juicier as the slurp was louder.

Holy fuc- what was Joel supposed to do? Shackled up with someone who didn't care about him and who he thought he cared even less for.

But there you were, taking every delicious drop of the fruit on your tongue. And it was getting him feral. His mouth was watering as he watched, his fingers trembling, his jeans tightening between his legs.

If you noticed, you didn't say anything, biting into the third.

It was smaller but a dribble of juice marked the corner of your lips.

Joel didn't know what he was doing. He almost couldn't believe he was carrying himself across the space and to you. No, not carrying.

Joel fucking crawled over to you.

Finally, you looked up at him, watching as he got closer with ease. Knees of the fifty-something year old avoiding the pile of strawberries you offered.

He slouched next to you as you waited for him to do something like tell you it was for warmth or to give Ellie more room. But he offered you nothing.

Nothing except his finger touching the corner of your lips were it was blotched with the fruit and dabbing it on his tongue. It tasted so much more sweeter coming from you.

"What are you-" words escaped in a lost breath.

"T'sweet," he mumbled.

Joel didn't want it to end. He thought really at that moment he'd abandon this whole thing and just settle on getting you a field of strawberries. Anything to see your lips smeared in the sweetness.

He reached over, taking one of the one's your offered him. He finally took a bite and started to understand why you'd got so worked up. It was a different and welcome taste.

You gulped watching him. The juice getting caught in his stubble around him. You wanted to reach up and brush it away like he had so casually, but you were rendered frozen.

Joel took away the strawberry, tip bitten off and looked at you.

It happened slowly, slow enough for you to tell him to stop. Or to grab his wrist or to sink your teeth into the fruit. You did none of those things.

You let Joel use the strawberry like it was god damn lipstick. He gently dragged it over your top lip- you accommodated by gasping and leaving your lips parted. There was a faint trace of the strawberry there.

Joel looked at your lip as he took it lower and dragged it along the bottom. Back and forth, repeating it like a silent prayer. He actually seemed to concentrate at the task at hand while he did, studying the stutter in your breath and the tilt of your chin.

You wanted it. And maybe you didn’t know, but Joel did.

He worked in your bottom lip before prodding with the fruit. "Open."

Any other time you’d have told him to ‘fuck off’ but now you obliged, empty in thoughts except for his.

Joel watched as your lips wrapped around the fruit and took what was left. He threw away the green.

You took it slowly, un-sure on where to go or what to do other than just eat.

Your jaw worked as you tasted the sweetness and Joel's hand crawled up the side of your face, creeping to hold your cheek while his thumb sat itself under your jaw to feel it move.

He watched you with nothing like how he had before. There was no distaste, no anger or annoyance. There was only wonder and something darker you didn't want to name. If you named it, it would become un-avoidable.

Joel's finger danced over your lips as you swallowed the last of the fruit, lips parting for a breath. With him this close to you, it was like you couldn't breathe.

Suddenly Joel's finger felt the warmth of your mouth and it wasn't enough. Wasn't nearly enough.

He surged forward and kissed you.

It wasn't gentle like you'd imagined. Stupidly you'd thought- in the small moments you did think about it- that Joel was a slow lover, that he took his time in learning and tasting.

It was anything but.

It was like he was trying to eat you.

His mouth was wide as it captured yours, his hand on you cheek holding you close to him as his tongue slithered in and searched your mouth. Just funning along yours sloppily wasn't enough, he needed to get the feel of your mouth.

And the taste of those strawberries.

But to you, nothing tasted better than the feeling of Joel Miller giving in. Of feeling him desperate for you like you'd been for him. The taste of your favourite fruit was becoming a distant memory as you dug your fingers into Joel's coat and tugged yourself closer to him until you were practically in his lap.

His lips sunk into your lips.

"Joel," you mewled.

"Shh," he shushed you, hand reaching out blindly aside him. He didn't want to look away from you for a second, scared that if he took his eye of you you'd rush off, you'd ruin his treat.

Joel grasped a strawberry and shoved it between the two of you. He pulled away only enough to shove the strawberry in your mouth.

Your moan was muffled as you took the fruit and had no choice but to chew it down as quick as you could before Joel's lips were on yours again.

His tongue ran over your bottom lip and he panted against you. "I... this is... so sweet."

Never had you known Joel to be lost for words.

You didn't mind.

He'd pulled away enough to catch his breath but you leaned in, lips brushing his. You took it slower, still getting the strawberry down. Your hands held onto his thighs, squeezing and moving up his jeans at a pace of torture.

There was a squelch noise that had you pulling away and licking your lips.

Joel had smushed the last strawberry between his fingers, creating a mess of red.

You looked down at the waste, chocking and about to chastise him when Joel adjusted and smeared it over your lips- down your jaw- down your neck. "J-Joel," you utter, tilting your head back as he created the path. "S'cold."

"I'll warm you, baby, jus' wait," he mumbled, too entranced in his work to focus on anything else.

Your hands wander up his arms and to his hair. "You-you like strawberries?"

Joel grumbled as he finished his work- making a mess of you. "I like you," he said, voice low and rough as if he'd slept hours. "Like you and Strawberries."

With that, he showed you his fingers that were smeared in bits of strawberry. He didn't have to say anything, you wanted it.

As Joel went to the base of your neck, where he'd pulled your jacket down to put the sweetness there, he went tongue first before sucking at the spot.

Your tongue darted out to his fingers, licking the stuff off like you would his cock. Fuck. The thought of strawberry and his cock sent your core on fire as you felt yourself slicken.

You clenched your thighs together as Joel forced his fingers into your mouth that closed around him.

His large and calloused hand dug into your thigh. "I know, baby, I know."

His lips missed away the mess he'd created as you continued to clean off his fingers. His tongue trailed up your neck and under your jaw where he spent a minute or two sucking off the juice.

Joel took away his fingers so he could tilt your neck to the side to get to every space.

"Joel, I need... I need you," you whispered. Damn you if anyone heard, if Ellie who slept only spaces away was awake.

"I know hun," he spoke into your neck, nipping the sore skin. "But I'm a bit busy right now."

You grumbled and whined, hips rocking against his leg.

"Oh, that's what you want?" he teased. Joel's hold on your thigh increased and he moved you to straddle his thigh. "Is that it? All you want?"

You shook your head as his lips kissed your cheek. "Want more."

"More?" he whispered. His lips brushed yours. "Greedy girl."

His tongue danced over your lips, licking off everything he put there.

Abruptly, you moved away from him, hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

It took Joel a moment to come out of the stupor you'd put him in. Eventually, he blinked and looked around. "What?" had you heard something? Raiders, infected?

No. He felt something cold drag over his jaw line.

The last strawberry and you were offering it to him. You'd ran it along his jaw where his stubble sat and under his nose so he could inhale the sweetness that was slowly becoming yours.

Finally the tip ran along his lips and Joel grabbed your wrist in a grip to hurt.

His eyes, dark, darker still in the light of the moon, kept a hold of your gaze as he took the strawberry whole in his mouth. His teeth grazed the tips of your fingers as he took it.

Joel couldn't deny, it was heaven and knowing he'd taste it on you was heaven even more. Holding you was paradise and kissing you was where he wanted to die.

You watched as he made slow work on sending it off.

As soon as he had, Joel latched onto you.

His hands had grabbed onto your forearms and dragged you into his lap. Then his arm was wrapping around your waist and he was moving so you were lying on the sleeping bag and he could feel into your mouth deeply. His tongue could find itself a home in your mouth and it did.

It was all tongue and teeth, lips and biting. It was wet and it was new. It was sharing while with holding all emotion inside.

The only thing you shared was the sweetness of the strawberries.

"Taste," Joel trembled as he tore himself away from your lips, some of the juice from the fruit falling from the corner of your lips. He collected it with his thumb and sucked it off. "Taste so good, darlin'."

His hips rut into you as he ground upon your clothed sore. Your legs were tense as he moved and as you tried to stay silent.

Joel almost didn't care there was a kid in their presence. "Wanna, urm, when this is over get you all the strawberries you want, yeah?"

"O-Ok," you nod, shaking.

Joel looked down at you, kissing you quick. "Get you a whole damn strawberry field and fuck you in it too."

Your leg fit around his hips, tugging him closer. "Joel-"

A quick rustle and sound of disgust had Joel scrambling up and kneeling in the mud in front of you.

"Fucking hell!" Ellie made a commotion as she sat up. "Gross! What the fuck?!"

"Ellie!" he warned.

You rolled to look at the girl that was getting up, still warm and hidden in her sleeping bag.

"Is that what you freaks do when I sleep?!"

Part two soon…

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bluetimeombre · 1 month ago

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Can you do imagine that y/n and pedro visit his family in chillie and his all nephews and family if the reader and pedro going to move in together and getting married and start a family but pedro said I didn't think about that like no and the reader was upset over his answer ang got quite and pedro noticed that she not talking much and ask her why she got quite she told him and he said some sweet things then he tell his family that some amazing news like what I mean is that I do plan all these with reader and can you do of him saying to her that he wasn't in relationship in a long time so that's why he said it and especially over the age gap

Um YES. ABSOLUTELY. Thousand times yes! This is such a good idea I love it, I’ll start tonight while the inspo is in my mind. Thank you so much for the request, feeling like a real tumblr girlie <3

#yessss #yes please #yes sir #Pedro #Pedro pascal #Pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fic

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bluetimeombre · 1 month ago

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Um… I would just like to say a huge THANK YOU for all the recent followers and love for the Joel Miller Filth I posted, really appreciate knowing we’re all whores together. Have a new smut (two parts…) that’ll be out soon.

#Pedro pascal #coming soon #Joel miller #thank you #blue #smut #the last of us #tlou #strawberry #Joel miller x reader #whores!#same though #like can we share

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bluetimeombre · 1 month ago

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This is what my camera roll looks like and I’m not even dating the guy

Need me an older man to send me selfies like this.

And I actually wish it was Pedro.

#pedro pascal #daddy pedro #pascalispunk #pedrohub #pedro x reader #pedro pascal fic #pedroispunk #my man my man my man #whatta man #i need him biblically #I need him #Pedro is love #Pedro is life #daddy is a state of mind #daddy’s babygirl

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bluetimeombre · 1 month ago

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۶ৎ Mess of a man.

| Joel didn’t know why he’d let his little brother convince him a night at the bar was what he needed. But he might need to listen to him more. Smut!

[this is pure FILTH. I don’t know what came over me, I need this out my system and I need Joel in mine STAT. If you’re a minor pls don’t interact, this is not a safe space.]

Warnings; language, drinking, age gap (Joel is in his late forties, reader is 21) masturbation reference, daddy, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, oral (both receiving), over stimulation, come eating?let me know if I’ve missed anything

"Still haven't gotten your dick wet, huh?" was Tommy's way of greeting his brother.

Joel grumbled something, propping his foot on the coffee table in front of him. "Get lost, Tommy."

He'd thought that with his daughter, Sarah, at summer camp he'd get six weeks of peace, get work done, maybe take his daughter somewhere nice when she got back. But he forgot he had a brother and he forgot how annoying he was.

Sure, six weeks without his kid was a perfect and maybe a once-in-a-lifetime to get his dick 'wet' as Tommy put it. But he'd been out the game for years, out of practise. He wouldn't know how or who to approach.

"C'mon, what kind of brother would I be if I let you mope around alone in the house," he said, whacking Joel on the shoulder.

"A good one." Joel took a swing of his beer, watching the sport without knowing what team was doing what.

Tommy turned off the tv and snatched away Joel's beer, getting him up from the sofa. "There's a bar I know where everyone looking to get fucked goes, c'mon."

Joel decided he didn't want to know how his brother knew this place but as Tommy was already grabbing his truck keys and heading out the door. He'd be damned if he let Tommy drive his truck.

Yeah... that was why he was going...

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The bar was already loud when he and Tommy got there and ordered their beers. Joel would have one, maybe another if he was here long enough but then he'd go home and... see to himself if he had to.

It would have been nice to have something for the evening. It had been a long time and his own fist wasn't enough. He had a pick if he needed, he guessed. He wasn't immune to all the single middle aged mom's around him that would talk to him on the school drop off, invite him to one of their garden parties. Even some with rings on their fingers always lingered too long when shaking his hand or asking for some 'construction' advice.

But none of them did anything for him.

Tommy patted his brother on the back as he winked at the lady behind the bar. "See anything you like, yet?"

They'd been there... what? Ten minutes.

Then yes, he saw something he liked and his jaw almost dropped.

Tommy spotted the way he stilled and followed his gaze. "Holy shit."

You were with three girls- your friends, Joel assumed- and a guy hanging onto you, an arm draped around your hips. You were nursing a drink, laughing with your friends, tongue darting out to the straw of your cocktail.

Joel was done. He knew it immediately.

You were only twenty-one, young and beautiful and worse, Sarah's baby-sitter. Sure, his daughter was fourteen but on the late nights he had to work he didn't like to leave her alone.

Enter you. Good grades, polite, always called him Mr Miller like it wasn't the hottest thing. You stayed every night Joel needed to work, you cooked for Sarah, even ensured there was left overs for Joel and Tommy sometimes.

You'd tidy when he never asked, you never drank the beers he left for you. You were perfect.

And Joel knew, the first day you'd baby-sat his daughter over a year ago he'd made a mistake. He knew it when he watched you walk down his porch, when he started offering you lifts home and wishing you'd accept, when he had a wet dream like a horny teenager and it was you under him.

This was some cruel joke.

As if you could hear his thoughts your eyes caught over the noise of the bar. There was shock registering first and then you were dismissing your group to walk over to the Millers.

Joel gulped when he spotted what you were wearing. A tight high collared shirt, your hair pinned and the shortest skirt with heels.

Like a present to be un-wrapped...

"If it isn't the Miller brothers," you grinned.

"Hey darlin'," Tommy greeted first, reaching up to give you a small hug.

Joel's jaw clenched as you hugged him back. But Tommy was respectful, hands staying high on your body. Better than Joel would do.

You pulled away and smiled at Joel. "Mr Miller."

He nodded, taking a swig of his beer as he watched your tongue dart out in search for the straw. Fuck.

Tommy held a hand on your back. "I gotta take a leak, keep him company would you."

Joel didn't know what kind of game his little brother was playing.

"Of course," you smiled, sliding into the seat Tommy had vacated. "Don't I strive to look after the Millers."

Tommy chuckled and winked at Joel as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Hi there," he drawled.

You smiled. Maybe it was the lighting, or the alcohol, but your eyes were darker than he'd ever noticed. "Hey. Didn't expect to see you here tonight."

"Sarah's at camp," he said. He was painfully aware you knew. You hadn't been around in two weeks because he'd had no reason to ask you. Well, no appropriate reason.

"She enjoying it?" you threw a leg over yours, grazing his leg as you did.

"Think so," he said, "what about you, huh? Enjoyin' your freedom?"

You chuckle. "You know I love working for you, Mr Miller."

"Joel," he corrected you. He took a swing of his beer, watching you watch him.

"Jo-el," you draw out his name.

Something in Joel stirred, his pants couldn't be growing tighter, right? Thank god for the dim lighting.

He cleared his throat. "So this is where the kids hang out these days, huh?"

"I dunno about kids?" you said, leaning your body over slightly. "Am I a kid?"

Joel let his eyes wander down. The expanse of your legs, the skirt riding up your thighs and the way your chest rose and fell with your breath. Then slowly, he trailed back up your body. "I guess not."

Of all those times he'd watched you from the porch, you'd always looked back at him at least once, maybe twice to give a little wave as he leaned on the door. Or when you'd started accepting his lifts home and would always linger in his seat when he turned the engine off, the two of you leaning over the console and chattering a bit longer. Or when it came to staying to watch a game with him when Sarah had gone to bed when he knew you hated sport.

Of all those times he'd never let his mind wander as much as it was not.

"Tommy dragged me out," said Joel, taking more of his beer.

"He dragged you?" you chuckled. "You didn't want to come?"

"I'm glad I did," he said.

You take a longer sip of your drink, nodding. "I'm glad you did too."

Joel watched you a second as you tilted your head, a small tilt to your head. "You wanna another drink?" he asked. He wasn't even sure how much you'd had already. Was all this new look and attitude the cocktails talking?

"I should be good," you muse.

Joel decided in that moment he'd either spend the rest of the night in your company, or go home alone. "Your friends not missing you?" he didn't even want to look back at your friends maybe waiting for you. Or that guy watching you.

You also didn't care to look back. "Let them."

Joel smirked as he brought his bottle to his lips. "Atta girl."

He heard your intake of breath and felt satisfied. Your leg kicked off your other one and had grazed his, going down and down and he was sure you weren't doing this on accident. Not anymore.

"You can't say things like that," you chuckle, shuffling in your seat.

God, your thighs were pressing together tightly. Such a pretty sight...

You leaned over in your seat. "Do you know how many women would kill to hear you say that to them?"

"Well, i'm saying it to you, ain't I?"

You look at him through your lashes and Joel's legs widen to accommodate for the rising need in his crotch. It was wrong. It was so wrong. It was crossing a line. "I think I'll take that drink, if you're still offering?"

Joel nods and waved someone over to get you the same. The two of you talked a little more as you waited, your drink sliding over moments later.

"It must get lonely," you said, fingers dancing around the condensation of the glass. "That house all alone."

It seemed both of you had forgot about Tommy at that point.

The game being played between the two of you suddenly seemed real to Joel. "You tryin' to get an invite over?"

"Maybe."

You didn't miss a beat.

Joel looked at you. People were piling into the bar, music was being played but all he could focus on was you.

Your hand darted out, your fingers grazing his knee.

He looked down at his knee, where you touched him. Could you make out the dent in his jeans. "You know, i'm old enough to be your father."

"So should I start calling you daddy?"

He chocked on his beer. He managed to finish it, smirking to himself. "You got a mouth on you."

"You started it looking at me like that."

Joel rested against the bar. "I'm your employer."

You shrug. "And i'm not at work."

Joel looked around the bar and found his brother making out with a woman at the furthest end. He was sorted. "Why do you hang out here, huh kid?" if what Tommy told him was true he wasn't sure he could handle the idea of you coming here, looking out for someone that wasn't him.

You shrug. "It's a good bar, good drinks, good company usually."

"Usually?" he teased, his hands on his thighs. "You know, Tommy told me some filthy things around this place."

You lick your lips, holding back amusement. "Really?" you stand to your feet, leaning on the bar closer to him. You slot perfectly between his thighs.

His hand danced close to your hip but didn't touch you. Not yet. "People come here for one thing."

"Enlighten me, Joel."

His name from your lips made his brain fuzzy, effecting him more than any beer. But he couldn't do it, god, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Of the counter. Of how good you'd look bent over the counter, tight skirt bunched up at your hips.

But the words failed with him.

It was like you could tell, like you knew every move of his and every twitch.

You take one more sip of your drink before sliding it over the counter.

Joel watched as you got to your feet and worry rose on him. Worry he'd lose all he wanted.

"I'm going around the back, i'm going to be there for two minutes before I call an uber to go home. See you."

You meant it to. He watched you walk off, only briefly waving to your friends as you wove in and out of the people.

You were giving him two minutes to fuck over his life.

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You waited, and waited for what you thought was two minutes. Truth be told you didn’t have a watch and lingering around the back of the bar probably wasn’t the greatest idea.

You could tap your foot and wait, rethinking your words and actions and hope that every time the door swung open, it would be your boss.

Joel fucking Miller. What game were you playing? More to the point, what was he doing?

Looking at you like that, carelessly letting his eyes wander as he imagined everything he wanted to do to you? You weren’t immune to his looks, his touches that lasted too long and the way he always watched you walk up to your front door, the engine only roaring once you were safe inside.

But now it seemed- faced with the ultimatum of fucking you or leaving you as nothing but his daughter’s babysitter- he was choosing the latter.

You’d really thought your lonely nights with only toys and fingers for company may have been rectified.

As you push yourself off the wall you really thought-

A sudden strong and rough hand grabbed your wrist and turned you back until you were against the wall and until lips were on yours.

You knew the scent, knew the strength of the body as Joel Miller pressed himself against you, groaning and licking into your lips.

You hands are in his hair, tugging at the curls of black and grey as you let him feel all your body, his arms caging you in and hand dragging down and down and-

"That was three minutes, sweet girl," Joel’s beard scratched your neck as he dragged his lips over your pulse.

You hold back a moan. The music in the bar was loud and the only people coming this way were the ones looking for a quick piss. Still you wanted nobody to stop this. "Wanted to give you a chance."

He nodded into your neck, biting the skin and winning a gasp from you. Joel tilted his head back, searching your gaze that only saw him. "Tell me you want this."

You nod. "I want it."

His hand cupped your cheek, thumb dragging down your bottom lip. He watched, entranced. "You’d let me down anything, wouldn’t you?" He whispered, looking as if he wasn’t all there. That some part of his mind was already fucking you against the wall.

You lower your head until you can reach the pad of his thumb, kissing the tip. "I want it."

"Oh, fuck baby," he groaned, pushing the pad of his thumb further into your mouth. Promises of things to come. "You’re gonna kill me sweet girl."

Your hand ran down his stomach until it meant the tightness of his pants and running up and down until you could feel the press of his length in your palm.

Joel indulged for a minute. His thumb in the warmth of his mouth while your other hand rubbed him right. Then he snapped back into reality as the door banged on the wall.

Not there.

Against himself, he took his thumb from you and grabbed your wrist, alerting you.

"I need your word that if we do this, Sarah doesn’t find out," he said sternly.

You chuckled. "Well I’m hardly gonna tell her I screwed her dad, am I?"

"Hey," he held one finger in front of your face, defying your smirk. "Your word, little miss, or I can drop you off home and you can watch while I take care of the problem you created."

You gulped. Maybe for a moment you forgot it was Mr Miller you were affronted with. Quickly, you nodded your head.

"Good girl," he surged forward and sucked on the bottom of your lip, his hips digging into yours. He groaned as you ground on him, nails digging into his biceps. "Feel wha’ you do to me, huh? You know how many times I’ve had to fuck my own fist and think of you?"

You practically melt at his words, leaning back into the wall. "Joel… please."

"Please what? Huh?" he taunted, rutting his clothed hips into your own, biting down on his lip as you threw your head back, moaning at the sensation. "C'mon, tell me what you want. Be a good girl and say it."

"I want you to fuck me," you whispered.

Joel scoffed. He left his hips against yours. He tutted. "I'm an old man, darlin', you're gonna have to speak up."

"Fuck me!" you all but screamed, desperation turning you into a mess.

Joel grabbed your hand and started to drag you from the alleyway, searching around as if his daughter might pop up out of nowhere.

You couldn't care less, didn't think about the group of friends you were leaving, or the guy that wanted you. Your hand circled over Joel's stomached t shirt, nails scratching as you leant into his side, lips marking up his neck.

"Fuck, baby," Joel groaned as he searched in his pocket for his keys. You joined the search, your fingers searching all around the dent in his jeans. "Fucking desperate, aren't you, huh?"

"Can't wait, Joel," you whisper in his ear, lips brushing, shivers running down his spine as you squeezed his crotch. "Please baby."

Joel grunted. He was practically shaking with the need to fuck you, to feel you against him. To have his hands wander all over you and memorise the way you moaned under him. There was so much more he wanted. Wanted to have you scream, wanted your neck bruised with his love and his back to carry the scratches from you.

He just needed.

"Fuck," he couldn't believe he was being so reckless. Couldn't believe that with a kiss and a grope you had rendered him a horny teenager. "Get in the back, babygirl."

He held open the door and practically pushed you in, climbing over you.

You jumped into his lap as soon as the door slammed shut and Joel chucked his keys somewhere to the front. Your lips worked against his, claiming it as yours and invading an unknown territory. You moaned as his tongue ran against yours and sucked it into his own mouth.

His hands were warm and large as they gripped your ass harshly, a soft slap echoing around his truck.

"You gonna let me slide my fingers into your pussy, baby?" he asked against your lips.

You moaned.

"Hey!" he grabbed your chin, pulling you back to stare at him. Your lips were already red and swollen. "You gotta talk to me baby. You want my fingers? Say yes."

"Yes please," you say, catching your breath. Your chest felt heavy, your pussy throbbing. "Please, want your fingers."

Joel smirked, finger tips brushing under the band of your skirt. "So polite."

The space at the back of his truck was small and cramped but he'd be lying if he hadn't thought about this. Hadn't thought about you in the back of his truck, cock stuffed down your throat or his face buried in your thighs.

All those times he'd taken you back, it had never been as innocent as he would let on.

But having you in his lap, begging for it, practically drooling with just his words, he had a feeling you weren't as innocent as you'd always made out to be.

Joel let the elastic of your skirt slap into place, causing you to jolt into him. As you jolted, he used the leverage of your hips to pull your skirt up and feel under you. "Jesus baby- you're soaked."

His finger slid up the cloth of your panties, collecting the dampness and smearing it.

You gasp as he presses into your pussy, pushing the cloth into you. "Joel please, I asked so nice."

"You did, sweet girl, you did," he nodded, watching as your eyes squeezed shut. "Hey- eyes on me baby, right here." He gently slapped the under part of your chin to get you to look at him as he easily hooked your panties to the side and sunk a finger in.

You hum out a moan, head tilted back.

Joel found the crevice of your neck, dragging his beard against the soft skin and relishing in the red that bloomed. "You like it? You like my fingers inside your heat? God, you're so warm."

"Like it," you nod, eyes shutting again.

Joel groaned low in his throat as he grabbed your chin and forced your forehead against his. "You keep your eyes on me, you understand me. Or i'll drop you off home. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr Miller."

"Oh-" Joel sunk his ring finger in until he was knuckle deep. "You're so good for me."

You tighten around the feel of his fingers. He's barely curling them and already you're squirming at the sound of your own slick.

"Ride my fingers, babygirl, gowan' now."

Obediently you started to move, riding his hand. His rough palm moved with you. His mouth remained open in a small 'o' as you wither against him, moaning.

Joel couldn't help the filth that spilled from his mouth. But with every clench you gave around his fingers, you didn't seem to mind.

"So good for me... such a good girl,"

"Dirty too, riding me in the back of the truck you and Sarah ride in."

"Fuck, i've dreamt of this, you look so good with my fingers stuffed inside of you."

At his encouragement you grip his shoulders, moving faster until your skirt is ridging up your hips and the little wisps of your hair are sticking to your forehead from sweat.

His thumb pressed down on your puffy and begging clit.

"Shit- ah- fuck!"

Joel's hips involuntarily bucked up to yours. "You wanna cum, sweet girl?"

You bite down on your lip, nodding and looking at where his forearm- taunt and veiny- disappeared under you.

Joel rested his head next to yours, kissing the sweat at your neck. "Tough baby, you're so dirty. Dirty girls have to do a lot of waiting till they get their reward."

Slowly, he retracts his fingers.

"Look at all this mess," he tutted, looking at how his fingers glistened with your need. He pats your hips, "up."

You fall onto the seat next to him, legs spread and head resting back on the car door.

You watch as Joel lifts his hips, un-buckling his belt as he starts to pull off his boxers and jeans. Your foot danced over to his lap but he impatiently pushes it away.

"You want to cum, don't you?" he asked, sending you a dark look. His hand grabs your ankle as you nod and kisses the bare skin above your heel. "Then behave."

The hand that you had just been riding wrapped around his cock and brought it out.

Your mouth opened as you stared at the beauty of the thing. He was big, bigger than you'd seen and bigger than you'd dare dreamed. He shone with pre-cum and your arousal as he spread what was on his fingers. His hand worked himself up and down as he relaxed back in his seat.

He looked over at you. "Eyes up here, baby."

Your gaze flicked up to him. "So pretty, Joel."

He chuckled and tugged himself. "Always knew you'd like it. God, you've no idea the things i've dreamt."

"Tell me. Please."

Joel leaned his head back, moving up and down his length slowly as he re-called every filthy dream his mind conjured. "Your hands wrapping around me. Your mouth being so warm and wet as you fuckin' choke on it. God, bet your throat's not used to a man's cock, huh? Only used to boys, ain't that right?"

He opened his eyes, peeking at you.

You'd dared closer to him, leaning over. You nodded.

"Bet that kid in there was hoping you'd give him a chance," he went on, his other hand coming up and thumb and forefinger tugging at your chin. "He didn't stand a chance as soon as you saw me, did he?"

You shake your head, shuffling closer into his side.

He jerked your head toward him. "Answer me."

"Only want you, Joel," you tell him.

You lick your lips, eyes darting from him to his leaking cock. The tip was red, begging for attention. "Can I- Can I please?"

Joel stroked back your hair. "Go on then, baby. Have a play." He stretched his arms along the back of the truck and watched to see you move.

But Joel quickly realised you didn't come around to play.

You'd always seemed so innocent- so un-knowing- when you looked after Sarah, when you helped him clean down the kitchen, when he'd offer you lifts back or to stay over you'd always blush and lower your head.

You were lowering it now, throwing your hair back over your shoulder and holding the base of him.

First, you touch him with your lips lightly and he smiles, daring not to think this might be the only time he lets you touch him like this. Your lips are so pretty and pink, swollen and wet from kissing him as you drag them along the sides.

Then you pepper kisses along the skin and start moving your hand around the base.

"You really gonna tease me?"

"Wanna take my time," you mumble into his though, kissing the skin.

Next, your hand cups his balls that were heavy with need. He wasn't exaggerating, it had been years since his last good fuck and no amount of jerking himself off to the thought of you could satisfy him. As your fingers played with his balls, rolling them around and giving them warmth and attention they craved, you made out with the tip of his cock.

You collected his pre-cum with your lips and tongue while still fondling him.

He could feel his shirt stick to him, his chest rising and falling quicker. Shittin-fuck. How was he supposed to last if this was what you were giving him?

"Easy, baby, easy," he eased you, stroking back your hair.

He knew you heard cause you were smirking then opening your mouth and taking him deep, almost all the way in one.

Joel groaned and grabbed the door. "Shit-ah-"

He didn't care if he wasn't far from the bar. Didn't care if anyone tried to get a look in through the fogging up windows. He didn't care if Tommy came by and applauded him for getting his dick wet. All he cared for was the feel of your wet mouth all the way down him, spit drooling down his cock.

You were doing so well and he wanted you to know.

"You wanna take me deep, huh?" he grunted, clutching onto your hair and holding you down. You gagged around him. He chuckled. "I'm not even all the way in there. You got room for more?"

You dragged your mouth up, taking a deep breath and nodding. You wiped your mouth from the mess you made and went in again.

This time, you took him again and again, deeper, bobbing him in your throat until he was a grunting and groaning mess. His hips moved of their own accord, shoving himself in even when there was nowhere else to go.

But the sounds of gagging, of his balls slapping against his own thighs as he moved, of the moans coming out of you were enough to almost having him finishing in your mouth. Almost.

He wanted to, boy did he, but he wouldn't, not until your cunt had swallowed him.

Joel pulled you up, letting you release him with a pop. "Want to be inside, need to be inside."

The truck wasn't the best place but it was the only place he had for you. He wished he could give you a bed, give your hours to welcome him, but Joel needed like he'd never needed. He imagined this is what starvation was, having your treat dangled in front of you.

And you were moving with him, lying down on the back seats, legs accommodating him as he slid in between you.

Joel gently pulled down your panties and stuffed them in the back of his pocket. If he was gonna have to jerk himself off to thoughts of you again, having your soaked panties was the least he deserved.

He glanced down at your swollen pussy and salivated.

Your hand trailed down, circling your clit as you moaned at the time he was taking.

Joel grabbed your wrist, bringing it up to his mouth and nipped at the skin. "Only I get to touch, yeah, babygirl?"

"Yes," you answered, breathless.

Joel loomed over you, bringing the tip of his leaking cock to smear himself over your folds. "Tommy told me somethin' real interestin'. Ask me what?"

"I don't- I don't care about Tommy, right now," you grab his shoulders, trying to pull him forward.

"He tol' me-" Joel strained, his lips brushing yours. It wasn't just your torture he wad delivering. It was his own. "He said people go to that bar to get fucked. Is that why you were there?"

For a moment you seemed shocked to hear it. Then the palm of your hand held his cheek, running over the stubble.

"Worked, didn't it?" you teased.

Joel sunk into you with ease. "Yeah."

He hid his face in your neck as you arched your back into him. 'Take it, take it,' he spoke into your skin, tattooing the words there.

"Joel-" you gasped, holding onto his back. "Fuck!"

"You're ok, baby. You're ok, babygirl," his breath was short. He needed to feel you more, the half way in wasn't enough. "Fuck, you grip me so well."

You gasp, holding him in you. "Need-need more."

"I dunno baby, you think you got it?" he teased.

"Yes, yes."

"What have I said about speaking up?"

You groan, throwing your head back on the seat. "Fuck me, please Joel!"

With a grunt loud enough to be heard outside, Joel sunk further into you. 'Shit, yeah.... fuck,' spilled from his lips as he slowly took himself out of you before sinking in all the way again.

"You feel me?" asked Joel. He held himself up over you because he'd be damned if he wasn't gonna watch you fall apart on his dick.

"Feel it, feel you everywhere," you mumble.

You really did. You felt the soft seats of his truck, smelt him everywhere. The smell of old cologne, cigarettes (though you were sure he didn't smoke) and new wood. It wasn't just his cock sinking into you but his voice as he mumbled filthy things in your ear. His hand dragged down your face, gripping your neck. Not tight enough to cut airways but tight enough to make you squeeze him.

He stuttered, "sh-shit. If you do that again I won't last," he told you. "And I want you to come first."

"Then fuck me Joel," you said, looking up at him.

Joel looked down to where he disappeared into you. You were already rocking your hips into his, desperate for something- anything. His hand pushed back some of your hair as he stared at you with something more than need. Desire. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Wasn't it? Wasn't it everything you wanted since he first laid a hand on your shoulder and led you into his home, welcoming you to his life. "Yes."

His thumb dragged out your bottom lip before his lips were smashing onto yours, wet and sloppy as his thrusts increased.

He moved his hips in and out rapidly, giving you no more time to adjust. It wasn't long before he had to release your lips to breathe.

"Ah- shit!" you yelled.

"That's it baby, be as loud as you like. Let the whole fucking street know who's fucking you," he panted. His hands were at your neck, holding the both of you steady.

"Joel!"

"Shit! You feel so good!"

Joel tugged down your top, not in the mood to care if it rips. It's not like he was letting you back in that bar. He pulled out your tits and latched onto them like a child, nipping at the nipple.

Your hand winds itself in his hair, pulling at the roots and throwing your body into his. You could feel his cock stretch you, the pain mixing delightfully with the pleasure. With every thrust he tipped you closer and closer onto the ledge and as his warm, wet mouth sucked on your nipple, the other hand squeezing and playing with the other, you knew it would be the best orgasm of your life.

"I'm gonna, arg-"

Joel licked around your nipple. "Not yet."

"Joel!"

"Hold it!"

He pushed himself up, holding onto the back of the seats as he used the position to put a foot on the ground and fuck into you harder.

The windows were steamed, your bodies slick with sweat.

The truck was fucking shaking at how hard he was moving you.

You threw a hand out behind you to hold onto the door, bracing yourself as you rocked your body into his.

Joel threw his head back, his neck stretching you and tempting you. "Best fucking pussy out there. And I've been wasting you as a babysitter."

"Yours," you mumble. He hadn't even asked and you were giving him the promise.

His lips tilted into a lobsided smirk as he leaned closer to you. "You mine, huh? All mine? My girl, my pussy?"

"Yes," you nod.

For a minute you can only hear your breaths with the sound of his hips slapping into yours.

Joel's fingers dig into your thighs and bring your leg up to wrap around his waist. "Mine," he all but growled into your chest, nipping at the skin. "Show me. Show me you're mine. Cum."

He thrusted into you hard, his thumb holding your stomach down and playing with your clit until you were coming all over his cock. 'That's it baby... all over me.... there's a good girl.... keep coming,'

Joel fucked you throughout. He had his own finish to reach but watching you fall apart, your mouth open in a silent gasp as your fingers claw into his shoulders.

He cupped your chin, smiling down at you. "You gonna help an old man out?"

You were in no state to, coming down from your highest high.

Joel cupped your ass and lifted you from the seats that were slowly soaking in both of yours juices. "Ah-" he yelled out at the new angle he was reaching, his balls heavy hitting your pussy. "Yeah- there- just there baby."

"Joel!" you yell. "S'to much."

"No it's not," he shook his head. His eyes were screwed up as sweat rolled down his cheeks. "You can take it. You know you can."

Your pussy was throbbing, squeezing him so intensely you didn't know how he was still moving.

You bit down on your lip as you watched him concentrating hard. You test the waters, wrapping your legs around his waist until your entire lower body was in his weight.

"Fuck!" Joel's jaw clenched as he looked down at you, his fingertips digging into the skin of your soft thighs until he was sure bruises would be there for only him to see. "I'm gonna... shit- Where you want it?"

"Inside, please," you mewl.

Joel looked at you, danger in his eyes. "No, baby, we can't."

You nod and squeeze his hips. "I'm on the pill."

The words were heaven to his ears.

You squeeze around him and Joel yelled out, falling atop you as he spilled out inside of you.

"Take it! Take it! Fucking let me- let me in!" he yelled, hips stuttering as he fell into you. One of your legs remained around him but the other he let drop, holding it weakly.

You were sure you were still coming down from your high as his hips stuttered on yours. You could feel every drop of him smear on your pussy and leak out.

Then Joel's fingers danced around the space his cock was softening in you, pushing it all back in.

His brows rose as he looked down, a shaking laugh coming out. "I-"

You didn't want to hear the words that came after. The regret. The 'we shouldn't have' or 'think about Sarah'. You just wanted this moment of feeling held and cared for by Joel to last a little longer.

Your lips move against his slowly, tasting the salt of sweat from the both of you on there.

He didn't push you away, he just held his lips close to yours, in small and attentive brushes. "How do you feel?" he whispered, pulling back enough to look around your eyes.

"Good," you nod, "real fucking good."

Joel chuckled and looked down. Slowly, as not to hurt you, he pulled out.

You moaned at the sudden emptiness in you, lying there to catch your breath and so you didn't have to prepare for regret in his face.

But it seemed regret was the last thing on Joel's mind.

He had no idea what kind of animal was possessing him or just how far his need went. But when he fell back against the door, listening out to the low drum from the bar, he saw your swollen cunt. Red and white. Red from how hard he'd fucked you and white from the mixture of you and him.

Something growled inside of him- maybe it was him- but before either of you understood what was happening, Joel lunged back in and spread your thigs, diving in.

You lurched up onto your elbows, looking down at him. You could see the top of his hair, his eyes closed and you could feel his nose moving around you and nudging you. "Joel, what are you- holy-"

Joel hummed into your pussy. It was heaven on his tongue, dripping into him. So sweet and all you. He'd never felt closer to a person before. Never felt such a need. He was slobbering like a damn dog over your pussy.

"What the fuck have you done to me, huh," he'd pulled back only enough so you could understand his words.

Neither of you were sure if he was talking to you or what laid between your legs.

He opened up your pussy and went in, tongue fucking into you. He was caught between wanting to push his spill back into you and eating you out till you were dry.

"Joel!" you screamed, voice breaking. "You-you can't-"

"I fucking can," he snarled. His face was being pushed into your cunt as he shook it, smearing both of you all over him.

There was nothing you could say or do before your legs trembled and you came all over his beard and lips. You didn't know what to do, whether to push him off you or pull you closer.

Joel held your hips into his mouth and groaned as he took in everything you gave him.

Every flick of his tongue had you shaking. Every time he gripped your thighs you made a noise of pleasure.

Hours might have passed since he first discovered heaven between your thighs before he pulled himself out.

His face was wet with you. It was sinful and like nothing you could ever imagine. "Look at what you've fucking done to me."

You'd made an absolute mess.

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: ̗̀➛ The Paul Mescal school of yearning

You and Pedro had stared in the Last of Us together, and now he cannot stop talking about you at any chance given, very much similar to another friend of his…

[Pedro Pascal is my love and my life and has been for a while now, idk what anyone else has told you but we’re very happy together. Anyway, this is a little thing I created cause don’t we all want to be wanted the way Paul wants Daisy?!] daddy references, language, fem reader, not proof read

ᴘᴇᴅʀᴏᴘᴀꜱᴄᴀʟɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀᴏɴᴇꜰᴀɴ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇꜱ: ɴᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ꜰʀ ᴘᴇᴅʀᴏ ᴘᴀꜱᴄᴀʟ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴜʟ ᴍᴇꜱᴄᴀʟ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴄᴜᴛ !!!

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Yourusername: The Last of Us, out now. If you’ve ever liked me, you’ll go give it some love

1.1 m likes // 7.8k comments // 🏷️pascalispunk

urfan: obsessed

peoplelover: oh she getting that Emmy

pedroisloveislife: THE LAST OF US?!?

urfriend: ❤️

pedroishot: u and pedro are going to kill me

fanista: this is gonna break me

pascalbemine: mother is mothering!!!

pascalispunk: I’ll watch it cause I like you

↪️ yourusername: I appreciate that

↪️↪️ pascalispunk: and because pedro pascal is in it

↪️↪️↪️ yourusername: actually he got cut

↪️↪️↪️↪️ pascalispunk: 😦😦

pascalispunk: The Last of us with some of my favourite people. Give it some love

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user101: cannon that pedro doesn't know what tagging is

y/nfan: that's y/n in the third picture, i know it

pedroismyman: he's so daddy

personcha: daddy

bellaisqueen: daddy is a state of mind

y/nluver: y/n took the last pictures, i scream as they drag me into the asylum

pascalandy/n: the flowers!! i need him

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~ y/nbiggestgurl: guys!!! @yourusername and @pascalispunk at the a Stevie Nicks concert, I don’t know who I want to be more!!!!

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Everyone saying Pedro and Y/N are just friends when all of this exists:

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'Do you ever look at instagram accounts devoted to you being a heartthrob when you’re feeling down ?'

'Yes, I do,' Pedro immediately burst into laughter.

'What’s your favourite account?'

‘It’s called Pedropascalfanaccount,' he chuckled to himself again, eyes squeezing shut. He regained himself in time. 'Y/N runs that account.'

There was silence in which he tried not to laugh again.

'Does she think you’re a heartthrob?'

Pedro cringed. 'I hope.'

comments:

but this is so normal pedro behaviour

I love Pedro and Y/N together sm, i hope the rumours are true

He's so daddy, need him

Y/N Pascal, I am here for it

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'K but Pedro Pascal is like this with all his costars.' Pedro being close with Y/N like any other costar:

These headlines:

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One of my favourite moments- y/npascal11

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The camera's caught you and Pedro standing next to each other as the interview progressed onto how you all bonded on set of the Last of us. She suggested, off-handily, karaoke.

Pedro leaned into the microphone. 'I hate karaoke.'

You chuckled, giving your own answer. 'I'd have loved karaoke, it's quite fun.'

Everyone lost their minds at how Pedro flustered, waving his hands around and desperately grabbing for the microphone. 'I don't mind karaoke, I don't mind it,' he quickly redeemed himself. Everyone loved how he was looking to you for approval. 'With the right company, it can be great- oh, we should go.'

Everyone watching the video lost their minds at how quick an opinion change he had as soon as he realised you liked it.

'We should!' you chuckle, playing along.

The video then played every other interview clip that could be found of Pedro expressing dislike for karaoke. He hated it. But as soon as you said you liked it his whole mind set was changed.

User101: he’s in love omg!!

User102: the way he looks at her

User33: omg internet mommy and internet daddy!!?!

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Pedropascalnumberonefan: this interview is what started it all, the way Paul just brings up Daisy and Pedro can’t stop talking about Y/N!!

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Pedro and the rest of the cast of Gladitor II sat together, each taking turns holding cards and asking questions, how well do they all know one another.

Paul and Pedro seemed to be having their own competition, privately wanting to beat each other. But whilst privately competing they hadn’t realised just what they were saying:

"Who is my favourite actor?" Pedro asked, biting the lid of the pen off.

Joesph Quinn stroked the boldness of his head. "It’s me right?"

"That you’re my favourite actor?"

"Yeah- you said that to me once."

"I said that you were special," corrected Pedro, grinning to himself before laughing at his own joke. "And special can mean a lot of things."

"Marlon Brando?" Connie suggested.

"Harrison Ford?" Was another by Freddy.

And just as Pedro was gonna accept that answer, Paul said your name.

"Y/n! It’s y/n, y/n!"

Pedro’s grin split his cheeks as he turned his board and showed everyone your scribbled name, a heart jotted down next to it.

Pedro didn’t even care he’d just supplied the fans, he cared he got a point- going for a high five that nobody returned.

And if Pedro and Paul were in a competition for who could name their girls the most, Pedro had the lead very quickly as when Connie was up, asking:

"What is my favourite curse word in Danish?"

Pedro went in with ‘fuck’ which was wrong. Then he tried again with Bastard but he told himself off with that one, mumbling a:

"No that’s y/n’s favourite."

Next to him, Paul laughed.

But Paul came swinging back in the game when Joseph asked:

"What actor do I get mistaken for?"

The question had hardly left his lips when Paul erupted-

"Daisy Edgar Jones! Sometimes,"

"Um, no."

Userp12: PLS!! Jo shut him down so quick

User89: guys this is hilarious

User69: not even ten seconds in and we got a Daisy and Y/n mention

PaulMescalboy: k but do you think Paul is so mad cause Pedro stay winning, like has everyone SEEN the SNL videos

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Everyone had seen the SNL videos. Not only had you and Pedro done a sketch to express how he is internet Daddy and you were internet Mommy looking after all your children, but then a tiktok had gone viral.

You were walking the red carpet with your assistant, the flashing lights adding to the glamour you carried in every step when you brushed by Pedro.

At first everyone was talking about how they were sure your hand was purposely grazing his ass but then everyone's jaw dropped with how you dragged your hand over the back of his neck. It was such a simple move, so nonchalant that you didn't even look as you did it.

Pedro looked.

Pedro grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it as if there weren't a hundred camera's on the pair of you.

Pedro looked at you like you'd hung the very moon.

He pulled you into him, leaving the microphone to grab you and hug you. Maybe he'd abandon the whole thing just to follow after you like a lost puppy.

But he'd left the microphone and the people in front of their phones with a deep need for love like Pedro loved you. When he muttered a small 'Dios mío'.

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Y/nupdates: but do you all remember that time Pedro and Y/N were caught looking after her nephew together BEFORE FILMING FOR THE LAST OF US EVEN BEGAN!! UR HONOUR ITS ALWAYS BEEN THEM

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"You really facetime people a lot," said Bella, as they were on camera, discussing The Last of Us and what it was like on set.

Pedro laughed. "Let's facetime someone."

"Y/n?" asked Bella. They didn't even need to take another guess, Pedro's cheeky grin telling all just who he would be face-timing.

"Lets see if she answers me this time," he mumbled as he got your contact up.

Bella continued adding fuel to the fire. "I feel like every time I came into the tent on set, if you weren't with her on set, you'd be talking to her over the phone."

"Oh come on, don't exaggerate- she calls me!" said Pedro, furrowing his brows at the phone screen as he watched your name flicker on his phone. The camera's picked up the scrunch of his face as did Bella.

"You always do that face as well!" Bella pointed out. "When you start a face time call- you always do a little smoulder!"

Pedro chuckled. "I can't see!"

His head snapped down to his phone when the ringing had stopped and you'd picked up his call. He grinned and cheered.

"What the fuck do you want?" you playfully yelled down the phone as Pedro laughed, showing you Bella and showing you off to the camera.

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User1: If Pedro went to the Paul school of yearning then Y/N went to the Daisy school of avoiding the damn question.

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The video played you in your own lie detector test, similar to how Pedro had once been subjected to.

"People call you the mother of the internet," said the lady behind the camera.

You nodded and waited for the rest of it to come.

She slid a picture of Pedro over to you and your cheeks immediately went red. "Is this man your daddy?"

The camera caught you trying to keep it together but you started to laugh, hiding your face as you clearly didn't want the camera's to pick up your blush or your heart rate. "Oh geez- um," you hesitated, but picked up the picture of him. "My god his eyes are gorgeous. I think-"

"True," said the man officiating the lie detector test.

"Thank you," you quickly threw his way before addressing the question. "I think he's everyone's daddy, yeah."

"But is he your daddy?" she repeated.

You tried to think of a way to play it and yet nothing came to mind. "I plead the fifth."

You laughed as you finished the video and read the article’s accompanying it and even went back to look at the pictures.

You felt like a fan of yourself and Pedro as you stared at all the evidence on your phone.

Perhaps the most incriminating bit of evidence was the man stirring next to you.

"What have you been laughing about over there?" Mumbled Pedro as his arm wrapped back around your waist, tugging you closer to him again.

You cuddle in, abandoning your phone to the side. "Oh you know, just how much you love me."

Pedro knew immediately as he grumbled, hiding himself in the soft skin of your neck. "That damn video again?"

[I hope you enjoy!! Let me know if you’d like any more Pedro,]

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