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THE LAST OF US | 2023 — S02E06: The Price

"You're such an asshole. You lied to me. You looked me in the eyes and you lied, and it was the same face. Same fucking look. But I think I knew already. I knew this whole time. So, I'm gonna give you one last chance. Tell me what happened with the Fireflies. If you lie to me again, we're done. Were there other immune people? Were there raiders? Could they have made a cure? Did you—? And Marlene?"

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JEFFREY DEAN YOU STOP IT RIGHT NOW

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as Negan Smith Dead City | S02E08 - If History Were a Conflagration

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Healing Hands

Summary: Joel takes care of you on an intense period pain day.

CW: MDNI 18+ only. Period sex; fingering; body massage; mention of oral; use of daddy/baby.

Wordcount: 1,300

Icons by @iamasaddie

Joel finds you in the kitchen; hands gripping the counter; eyes closed and head down.

You’re wincing; holding your breath, til it pants out and you hold it again.

“Your period start, baby?” He soothes as he walks up behind you.

You nod, unable to pull out of the pain wave far enough to speak.

Joel’s hands wrap low around your front; gently pressing you backwards until you’re leaning against him. You lay your head where his shoulder meets his chest.

“That’s it, honey. Relax into me. I’ve got you.”

The relief is immediate when his hands find your pain; pressing firmly below your belly button; holding you there; until he feels your body loosen and lax.

“Mm. Little better?” He hums into your ear. Kissing your temple. His breath tickles your skin.

“Yeah.”

He holds you there for several minutes. Patient. Steady.

It’s not until you stand upright again, that he eases off. You turn around and wrap your arms around his waist; resting your head on his chest once more.

“Thank you, daddy.”

His soft smile against your hair makes your heart skip a beat.

“You’re welcome, baby. You want some more? We can go lay down and—”

You’re nodding your head and moaning “yes,” before he can even finish.

“Alright, sweetheart.” You can hear the pleasure in his voice. “Want me to carry you?”

You shake your head. “It’s flowing too fast. I’ll walk.”

Joel takes your hand and slowly leads you across the house. Taking his time. Following your pace; watching for signs of pain in your expressions.

In the bedroom, you stand at the bedside while Joel gets ready.

He puts down a waterproof blanket, and a big towel or two on the bed. And another towel on the floor. Grabs his favorite massage oil and sets it down. He strips down to his boxers. Then his attention turns to you. He strips you slowly. Gently. Careful with your sensitive spots. Making sure your hair doesn’t tangle in your shirt. When all that’s left is your panties, Joel slips his fingers in the waistband and locks eyes with you. “Ready?”

You agree.

He swiftly pulls them down and you step out, before scrambling into bed before you drip anywhere.

“There you go, baby. Get comfortable for me.”

His voice is like taking a deep, calming breath. It vibrates through you; bringing relief; toning down your stress.

And then Joel is kneeling on the bed; a soft washcloth open and draped over his hand

His other hand cradles your hip. “Lift your ass for me, angel.”

You comply, and Joel slips the towel between your cheeks. As you ease back down, Joel smooths out the towel so you’re not laying on wrinkles.

“You’re so good to me. I hate when the blood runs down my cheeks.” Joel chuckles as you make a barfing sound.

“Anything for my girl.” His eyes light up when you meet his. “You know that.” He winks.

Sitting on his feet, Joel tucks his spread knees under your bent ones; til his cock is inches from your center. He runs his hands from your waist, up to your breasts.

“How your breasts feelin? Achy?”

“Yeah.”

“Do they want some love, or do they hurt too much to touch?”

His patient hands wait for your signal; framing your lower ribs.

“Touch please,” you nearly beg.

“Alright. I gotcha.”

You watch as he pours massage oil into his palm; then turns his hand over onto your torso; spreading it everywhere.

He stretches up, to bring the oil over the swell of your breasts. All the way to your collarbones…. And then back down; between your breasts; passing your belly button; and pushing down firmly between your hips. He sits up off his heels; putting nearly all his weight into the pressure. Joel watches you slowly melt into the mattress as the pain subsides.

“S’workin?”

“Yes, so much,” you whisper; eyes closed.

“Good.”

Joel continues just like that for several minutes. Holding steady. Watching you breathe deeply for the first time all afternoon.

Eventually, he begins a deep, slow massage of your lower abdomen. Kneading. Pressing. Bending your body to his will.

“Fuck,” you bite, as a fresh wave of blood gushes out of you.

Joel’s hands still. “What’s wrong, honey?” His eyebrows knit with gentle concern.

“S’not bad… you just- made a mess of me.”

Joel looks down and smiles. “I’ll be damned. That was fast. Usually takes a little longer to get it going.” He resumes massaging you.

You bring your hand up to caress his scruffy cheek. “You’re becoming an expert. My man: the period whisperer.”

You can’t hold the giggle that overtakes you. Joel just shakes his head, with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, princess. Tease all you want, but you know you love it.” The light in his eyes, betrayed the tone of his voice.”

“I do.”

After a long massage; working over your belly, your breasts, your sore thighs, and feet; Joel’s hands made their way between your legs. His thumbs run up and down the apex of your thighs. Soothing you.

“Y’want some orgasms? See if we can tire out your uterus for the night?”

You hum at the delicious thought.

“I feel like all that’s coming out of my mouth tonight is ‘yes’… but YESSS daddy. Wear her out so I can get some peace. And then some cockwarming? And we watch a movie?”

Joel’s eyes warm at your suggestions. “O’course. Whatever you want, pretty girl.”

Joel fingers you gently. Opens you up slowly. Just one finger at first. Lightly playing around your clit; then slipping down to your entrance. He knows how sore you get; so he penetrates you with careful precision. Entering you lightly; sliding in and out of you inch by inch with each tender thrust. Waiting for your shallow breath to turn heavy. And it does.

“There’s my girl,” he coos. “Getting a little pleasure, now?”

Your eyes still shut; you nod with a nibble to your lip. Fully focused on the magic of his hands.

Joel watches in satisfaction, as you begin spreading your legs wider. Pain waining; giving way to arousal. Your hands grip the sheets as your body opens up to him.

“Joel,” you whine.

His sweet, focused eyes meet yours.

“Yes, baby?”

“Fuck me?”

Joel’s hand slips out of you, and immediately grabs hold of his cock.

“You know I’ll always feed your hungry pussy. Here you go, darlin. Just for you.”

You feel his head press against you; right where you need him. Warm. Thick. Gliding into you with a slickness that displaces your organs and stretches your sore pussy; all the way to your cervix.

“Shit, Joel. So fucking full,” you keen; legs writhing in the sheets, hands gripping the bed even harder; til Joel gathers them above your head. You’re absolutely packed to the lungs with him.

“Told you I’d fill that tummy,” he purrs, as his hand comes down onto his bulge; over your belly button.

“Biggest cock I’ve ever had.”

Joel’s face lights up with your praise. Thrusting harder into you now. “Damn right, babygirl. S’cock’s all fucking yours.”

You come.

And come.

He fucks you until you can’t move. Until the bed looks like a literal crime scene. Until he’s got a face covered in pussy and period; and you’re boneless and begging for a bath; too worn out to do anything but float in post-coital bliss.

With a kiss to your lips, Joel climbs off the bed and starts a hot bath. As it fills, he returns; gathers you up off the bed and carries you to the shower for a quick rinse. Then carries you once more into the now bubble bath. It’s burning hot. Candles are lit. And Joel; settles in behind you. Holding you close against his chest, as you drift in and out of dreamland. Free of pain.

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── Movie night with the miller brothers.

No outbreak.

Pairings: Joel x f!reader x Tommy

Content warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. age gap (not specified), unprotected p in v, creampie, pet names, brief mention pregnancy, oral (m receiving), finger sex, breeding kink, praise kink, teasing, threesome, light spanking, cum eating/swallowing, manhandling, aftercare🎀

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You hum softly, pushing some buttons on the microwave. You hear it start to whirr, the bag inside inflating like a balloon. You lean back against the counter, watching the clock tick down.

You're wearing a thin white nightgown that falls just above your knees, the fabric hugging your curves softly. Your hair cascades down your shoulders in gentle waves, framing your face perfectly. You cross your arms over your chest, watching the microwav as the popcorn pops wildly inside the bag.

"Tommy! Did you put on the movie yet?" Your voice carries through the house towards the living room where Tommy is presumably sitting on the couch.

After a moment, you hear a muffled reply from the living room, "Nah, just got comfy. You almost done with the popcorn?" Tommy's voice is laid-back and casual.

You look at the microwave, seeing the timer wind down to the final seconds. "Almost... just a few more seconds." You lean back against the counter again, adjusting your nightgown slightly. The microwave beeps loudly, signaling the popcorn is done. "Got it!"

Carefully grabbing the hot bag from the microwave, you open it gently, letting the steam escape. You pour the freshly popped popcorn into a large bowl, the buttery smell filling the kitchen.

You hear heavy footsteps approaching from the hallway. Suddenly, strong arms wrap around your waist from behind and a familiar scent of leather and cologne fills your senses. Joel presses a firm kiss to your neck, "Mmmph..."

He continues to nuzzle into your neck, his hands roaming over your stomach and hips possessively. "Smells good... You look cute in that nightgown." He murmurs against your skin, his growing erection pressing against your backside through his jeans.

"Mmph... You whimper softly as Joel's lips find that sweet spot on your neck again. You pull away slightly, trying to put some space between your body and his hardness. "Don't get any ideas, Joel. It's movie night remember?

Chuckling, Joel steps back and raises his hands in surrender, giving you some space. "Okay, okay sweetheart. Movie night it is."

Joel leans back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now run along before I change my mind, darlin'."

You stick your tongue out playfully at him, rolling your eyes before grabbing the bowl of popcorn. You head towards the living room, calling out. "Coming! And keep your hands to yourself during the movie!" You try to sound stern but fail slightly due to smiling.

Tommy turns on the movie, the opening credits filling the room. You sit down on the plush couch next to him, the bowl of popcorn resting on your lap. As you both settle in, Tommy wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Comfy?"

You nod, snuggling into Tommy's side as the movie starts. The room is filled with the soft glow of the TV and the occasional crunch of popcorn. After a few minutes, Joel enters the living room, grabbing a seat on the other side of you, with a bottle of beer in his hand.

Joel sinks into the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He takes a swig from his bottle of beer, the cool liquid slides down his throat as he settles in for the movie.

As the movie progresses, you start to get more comfortable between the two men. You lean against Joel's side naturally, stretching your legs out and resting them on top of Tommy's hips. Tommy doesn't mind; he even gives your ankles a playful squeeze.

Joel's arm wraps around your shoulders comfortably as he grabs a handful of popcorn with his other hand. You snuggle closer into his side, your head resting on his chest. He can feel your soft hair against his shirt and smells your shampoo.

"Mmm... gettin' mighty comfortable over here, aren't ya?" His voice is low and slightly teasing, one hand absentmindedly playing with your hair while he finishes his beer with the other. "Movie's awful boring, if you ask me..."

You wave him off without even looking at him, completely engrossed in the movie. "Shut up, Joel," you mutter, pulling your legs up slightly to get more comfortable. Tommy chuckles softly next to you, his hands now resting on your calves.

Tommy's fingers start tracing little circles on your leg as joel sets his empty beer bottle aside, his hand still playing with your hair.

As the movie continues, Joel watches it absently, his focus more on the soft strands of your hair between his fingers. He runs them through your locks, feeling the silky texture against his calloused hands.

After a few minutes of watching the movie, Tommy's hand slowly snakes up from your calves towards your thighs. He glances at you to gauge your reaction before his hand slides under your dress. His touch is warm and gentle as he starts stroking your thigh just below where it meets your hip.

Joel notices Tommy's hand disappear under your dress, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he keeps his eyes on the TV, his fingers still gently playing with your hair. He feels you shift slightly, but your focus remains on the movie.

Tommy's hand begins to massage your thigh more firmly, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. Slowly, his hand moves higher, slipping under the fabric of your panties. You can feel his fingers gently flicking the material aside, exposing your slick wet entrance.

You shift slightly in your seat, your cheeks warming up as you feel the cool air hit your exposed pussy. You bite your lower lip softly, trying to focus on the movie, but it's becoming increasingly difficult as Tommy's fingers slowly spread your lips apart, revealing your wet, pink center.

Tommy moves his fingers closer to your entrance. He gently rubs your clit in slow circles, feeling your wetness coat his fingers. He then slides one finger inside slowly.

As Tommy's finger slowly enters you, and you let out a quiet gasp. Your legs spread slightly wider without you even realizing it, giving Tommy better access.

Tommy adds a second finger, pumping them slowly in and out while his thumb presses gently on your clit. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, your hips starting to move involuntarily against his hand. The room is filled with the soft sounds of the movie and your suppressed noises.

Joel starts to notice the subtle changes in your breathing and the slight movements of your hips. He glances over at Tommy, noticing his hand under your dress. A slow smirk spreads across Joel's face as he sets his own hand on your knee, slowly sliding it up your thigh.

Joel's hand reaches the same spot where Tommy's fingers are working magic, and he gently pushes Tommy's hand aside. He slides one of his thick fingers into you making you whimper, Tommy starts to move his thumb on your clit as Joel begins to finger-fuck you slowly.

You start moaning softly as Joel lays your head down his lap. Your dress rides up, exposing your entire lower body to both men.

Joel adds a another finger, his thick digits stretching you open and Tommy continues to circle your clit. Your moans grow louder, muffled against Joel's chest as you feel completely stuffed. Joel notices your wetness dripping down your inner thigh and growls softly.

"Fuck, man... she's so fucking wet right now." His voice is a deep whisper, "Look at how she's takin' my fingers..." He picks up the pace, causing you to whimper and wriggle.

Tommy grins, his thumb working your clit faster in response to Joel's words. "She's lovin' it," Tommy murmurs back, his eyes locked on your face. Joel nods, his fingers curling inside you to hit that sweet spot.

Your head rolls back slightly as a loud moan escapes your lips. Joel's fingers hit your G-spot perfectly while Tommy's thumb presses firmly on your clit. The dual stimulation is overwhelmingly pleasurable. "That's it..."

"Fucking beautiful," Joel growls approvingly. His fingers pump vigorously now, curling deeply inside you while Tommy increases the pressure on your clit. "Such a good girl, takin' daddy's fingers so perfectly..."

The combination of their words and the relentless stimulation drives you closer to the edge. You moan louder, your hips bucking slightly against their hands.

Just as you're on the brink of orgasm, Joel suddenly stops moving his fingers and pulls them out completely. You let out a frustrated whine, your body aching with need.

Tommy also removes his thumb from your clit abruptly. "Not so fast," Joel says firmly,

Joel brings his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. The sight is incredibly erotic and leaves you feeling empty and desperate. Tommy sits back on his heels, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your frustrated state.

"Look at her, all worked up and ready to explode. She's fuckin' gorgeous when she's like this."

Joel's large hand gently caresses your hair, his fingers threading through the strands soothingly yet firmly. "You wanna come, sweetheart? Gonna have to earn it."

You slowly sit up, your lips parted and chest heaving. Your eyes meet Joel's, then flicker down to his jeans. He nods slightly, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Mmm... I think you know exactly how to earn it."

Your small hands work quickly to unbuckle Joel's belt and unzip his jeans. His smirk widens as he watches you, clearly pleased by your eagerness. He lifts his hips slightly, allowing you to push his jeans and boxers down his thick thighs, freeing his large, hardening cock.

Your mouth waters at the sight of Joel's massive, throbbing cock. You lean forward and wrap your lips around the thick head, sucking hungrily. Joel groans loudly, his hands gripping your hair tightly.

Joel's large hand grips your hair firmly, guiding your head up and down on his thick length. "Easy now, sweetheart... slow and steady," he groans out, "Take your time, doll, get used to my size."

You take his advice, sucking gently and slowly, trying to accommodate his massive girth. Your mouth is stretched wide around him, but you love the feeling of being filled so completely. "Fuck, yes... my good girl..."

As you diligently suck Joel off, Tommy quietly shifts behind you. His hands slide up your thighs under your dress, feeling your soaked panties. A soft groan escapes him as he spreads your legs wider and starts playing with your dripping pussy over the fabric.

Tommy's fingers find your clit and start circling it firmly. You whimper around Joel's thick dick, causing him to growl in pleasure. Tommy pushes the wet fabric aside and slides two fingers into your tight little cunt. "Fuck, I need to fuck this little cunt..."

Tommy pulls his fingers out of your pussy, making you whine around Joel's cock. He gently pushes you onto your side with your ass up in the air, still sucking Joel eagerly. Tommy sits on his knees behind you, quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

Tommy hikes your dress up to your waist, exposing your bare ass. He pulls down your ruined panties slowly, tossing them aside. His eyes are on your glistening pink cunt before he grabs his own thick cock and strokes it once.

Tommy slides his thick, hard cock through your soaked folds, groaning deeply as he feels how wet you are already from sucking Joel off and his fingers earlier. He presses the head against your entrance but doesn't push in yet.

"Jesus, Joel," Tommy mutters softly, "Look at this tiny little body. Her ass is so perfect, and this pussy..." He slides his length through your folds again, making you whimper around Joel's cock. "You see how wet she gets just from sucking you off?"

Joel groans and fists your hair tighter, gently fucking your face. "Look at how well she's taking both of us right now... her little throat is perfect for my dick, Goddamn, Tommy..."

Tommy starts to slowly push into your tight pussy, giving you time to accommodate his thick size. He grips one of your ass cheeks tightly and gives it a hard smack, making the soft flesh jiggle and turn a bright red. He groans deeply as he bottoms out inside you.

"Fuck... she's so goddamn tight." He smacks your ass cheek again as he slowly starts thrusting in and out,

Joel watches as Tommy fucks you slowly from behind while you continue sucking him off enthusiastically. The sight of Tommy's thick cock disappearing into your tiny body makes Joel's dick twitch in your mouth.

"Fuck..." Joel immediately grabs the back of your head again, watching you desperately try to take more of him into your little throat. When you gag slightly, it only makes his cock throb more. Tommy continues pumping into you from behind, one hand keeping a tight grip on your ass.

Joel's hand slides down your shoulder, pushing the thin strap of your dress aside. Your soft breasts spill out, bouncing slightly with each thrust Tommy delivers from behind. He groans deeply as he begins kneading one of your breasts, his calloused hands feeling up their weight and softness.

Joel watches your face as you continue to suck him deeply, your throat stretching around his thick length. He plays with your bouncing tits, squeezing them tightly before releasing them and watching them jiggle back into place.

The room fills with the squelching sounds of Tommy's thick cock pumping in and out of your tight pussy, your juices coating his length. The slurping and sucking noises of you enthusiastically bobbing your head on Joel's dick echo through the room.

Tommy's grunts grow louder as he pounds into you harder, making your breasts bounce heavily in Joel's hand. Joel moans deeply as your tight throat squeezes his length, your sloppy blowjob noises mixing perfectly with the wet sounds of Tommy nailing you from behind.

Joel's breathing becomes ragged as he feels his orgasm approaching. He leans back against the couch as he continues to knead and pinch your nipples roughly. After a few moments later his cock throbs violently in your mouth as he starts to cum, hot streams of thick cum shooting down your throat.

Tears roll down your cheeks from the mix of pleasure and being slightly choked by his size. You manage to swallow every drop. Behind you, Tommy continues to fuck you mercilessly, feeling your tight pussy clench around his cock. "Good fucking girl," Joel praises between gasps. Tommy grips your hips tighter, watching your body shake from Joel's intense release.

Tommy's grunts turn into a deep groan as he slams into you one last time, holding himself deep inside your pussy. You feel his cock throb and pulse as he unleashes his hot load directly into your fertile womb.

Tommy's thick load fills you completely, his hot seed mixing with your juices as he continues to pump it deep inside you. Joel pulls out of your mouth, watching hungrily as Tommy breeds you.

Tommy leans down, his face buried between your breasts as he pants heavily. "I'm gonna make a baby in this pussy," he growls possessively.

You lay on the couch, breathing heavily with flushed cheeks as Tommy slowly stops moving his cock inside you and tommy begins planting soft kisses along your neck and chin while Joel gently strokes your hair away from your face with one hand while keeping the other possessively wrapped around one breast.

"You're so fucking perfect right now... all swollen and filled with my brother's cum. You made daddy so proud..." He squeezes your breast gently, thumb brushing over the nipple.

You whimper softly, your body going limp as you nuzzle your face into Joel's hard stomach. "Mmh... Daddy..." you mumble sleepily. Tommy pulls out carefully, watching your pussy lips spread slightly, releasing some of his seed.

Joel looks down at you tenderly, running his fingers through your hair. "Shh, baby,"

"our baby girl needs some good rest now," Joel murmurs softly, exchanging a knowing look with Tommy. Tommy stands up, pulling his jeans back on. Joel gently scoops you up into his strong arms, cradling you bridal style against his chest.

As he walks to the bedroom, his arms holding you securely against his broad chest. He enters the dimly lit room, "There we go, baby,"

Joel gently lays you down on the bed, tucking a soft pillow under your head. He brushes a few strands of hair away from your face, smiling down at you tenderly. A few moments later, Tommy enters the bedroom with a warm, damp towel in his hands.

Tommy sits down on the bed next to you, gently spreading your legs apart. "Shh... don't move, sweetness," he whispers softly, slowly cleaning your sensitive folds with the warm towel. His other hand gently strokes your thigh. "Been such a good girl"

Tommy cleans his cum off your inner thighs, being extra careful and gentle as he removes any traces of his seed from your smooth skin.

Tommy stands up and removes his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers. Joel does the same, removing his own shirt and pants. Both brothers climb onto the bed, one on either side of you, creating a protective cocoon around the sleeping beauty in the middle.

The room is filled with the soft sounds of their breathing and the gentle rustling of sheets as Joel and Tommy settle in on either side of you. Their warm bodies press against yours, Joel's strong arm wrapping around your waist while Tommy's hand rests gently on your hip.

You snuggle closer to Tommy, instinctively seeking his warmth. Joel takes advantage of your position, placing soft, gentle kisses along the length of your neck. His lips move slowly, savoring the taste of your skin as he marks you as his. "Mmm... so sweet,"

Joel continues to whisper sweet nothings against your neck, his voice low and soothing. "My beautiful girl... my sweet baby... I love you so much..." His hand slides up your side, caressing your skin gently.

Tommy pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, inhaling your scent deeply before the three of you fall asleep.

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AHHHHH SO CUTE

Imagine Joel Miller stretched out on the couch exactly like that—arm tucked under his head, one knee bent, a smirk permanently etched on his face like he knows something you don’t. You’re both watching some old, grainy sitcom rerun on a half-working TV, the kind that still makes him chuckle like he’s actually enjoying himself for once.

You’re cross-legged on the rug, sipping something warm, and every time you hear him laugh, that deep, raspy kind of laugh that shakes his whole chest, you look over. And he’s already looking at you.

"You laughin’ at the show, or me?" he teases, eyes soft and crinkled in that Joel way—warm and guarded at the same time.

You shrug, fighting a grin. “Bit of both. You’re lookin’ real cozy over there.”

He lets out a mock sigh, dramatic and teasing. “Ain’t easy bein’ this charming, sweetheart.”

And then you both dissolve into giggles again. The fire’s crackling. He doesn’t move from his spot—just reaches out a hand, fingers brushing your arm lazily until you shift closer. His palm lands on your thigh, thumb tracing tiny circles while his gaze stays glued to the screen… but he’s smiling, like having you near is better than the punchline that just played.

You don’t need much. Just this. Just him like that.

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I want my hands in his gray hairrrrrr

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN Destination X | S01E04 - Let The Deceit Begin

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Husbands not home, you know what that means. Getting stoned and watching Pedro pascal comps on youtube.

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This video ruined me.

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Sticky

Pairing: Old!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel can’t get it up. You lick frosting off his flaccid cock to help increase the bloodflow a little bit.

Warnings: 18+. Another fic for my AARP-affiliate fuckers. Soft cock ✔️ Buttercream frosting ✔️ Needy old Joel ✔️ Oral (m!receiving). Foodplay. Acute erectile dysfunction. Feral!Reader. Age gap. Daddy kink. Lots and lots of spit.

Note: To the anon who sent this request in today—I 🩷 U

Word count: 1.2k

He didn’t deserve you.

Really, in all the sixty-something years he’d been alive, Joel Miller felt as if he’d struck gold when he landed a partner as considerate, kind, patient, and sweet as you.

He thought if you got any sweeter right now, he’d have to head to the doctor to get his blood pressure checked out—that was how wild and saccharine things were looking.

With his elbows resting limply on the armrests of his favorite recliner, feet planted shoulder-width apart on the wooden floor, and his eyes trained in one, lone line, Joel felt like his stomach might fall out of his ass at any second. His hips jerked as he felt a loud, wet pop below.

You pulled off his cock, frosting all over your lips and chin

“That feel OK, daddy? Any better than before?”

Better than you could even imagine.

Joel blinked through the dreamy haze before his eyes and peered down at you. You were knelt between his legs, and your face was dripping with spit and icing.

You’d been licking and sucking cupcake frosting off his dick for the last twenty minutes, and the limp bastard hadn’t stirred a bit. He was still soft as he’d ever been.

Joel leaned forward so he could cup your glistening chin.

“You feel the best,” he assured you gently. “Always do. But I’m, uh…I’m not sure he’s gonna cooperate with us today. You sure you wanna keep on goin’ like this, baby?”

“‘Course I do. This is fun.” You grinned.

After three years, two babies, and more love and laughter shared than any man like him could ever hope to have, Joel felt a tug at his heart. He couldn’t believe his luck.

“What? Suckin’ this old, limp—” he started, about to disparage himself and that nasty bout of erectile dysfunction he’d been experiencing of late. Before he could finish, though, you took him back in your mouth.

You nudged his hand aside and dove right down to the base, with your lips flaring around the soft, tender skin. Silver hairs tickled your nose, and you just giggled at it.

The reverberations from that little laugh traveled up in a second from his tip to his stomach to something deep and primal and needy percolating inside him. It caught him off guard. In the next moment, you were sliding off, letting his member droop down, but only long enough for you to dip two fingers in the container of icing you’d brought up with you. The stuff was bright and pink.

It also happened to feel like a dream when it mixed with your spit and soaked your tongue. You stuck your index and middle fingers into your mouth, and with the frosting all over your tongue, you leaned down.

You licked Joel’s tip. Coated him in the stuff.

“Don’t talk bad about your dick. He’s my best friend, y’know,” you murmured, clearly smothering another grin.

Before Joel could reply, your lips were pursing together, and a big, shiny glob of saliva slid out. You drew your mouth even closer to his frosting-coated head, and you spit on it. You gripped him mid-shaft, and you worked the moisture that slid down in a series of quick pumps.

Joel’s jaw went slack, and he groaned.

“Best—best friend, huh? That really how you feel?”

At the same moment, your lips parted again to take his cock in between them. Your mouth slid down, pushing the spit and the pink frosting with it, and, in tandem with the strokes of your hand, you sucked him messily. Repeatedly, you bobbed your head up and down.

The whole time you did it, your eyes were trained on his.

If Joel weren’t sitting down, he would have collapsed.

A shuddering breath left his lungs, and, without thinking, he lowered a hand to your cheek. While your mouth kept sliding back and forth over his still-flaccid cock, he tried to follow it while he could. He cupped your jaw and felt trails of spit and sugar that had trickled as you sucked.

Something tightened in his gut.

Nothing stirred between his legs at first, but then, when your lips left him again and you flattened out your tongue to give his member a long, slow, teasing lick, he let out a groan. Spit was smeared in a line, and his balls twitched.

You were committed to this. As if sensing the faintest movement down below, you moved your lips to the rounded globes, and you sucked one into your mouth.

“Fuckin’ shit,” Joel hissed.

You sucked the other one in. You teased the tip of your tongue over them both, and, while Joel was trying his hardest not to go into cardiac arrest from those motions alone, you leaned down. Swiftly, you took another dollop and drew it out with three fingers—a little more this time.

Joel expected you to smooth it over his shaft with your lips and then suck him down again. Maybe stick out your tongue and drag the whole pinkish glob down to his balls

Instead, you lifted your hand to him.

It was under his chin in no time at all.

“Suck it off my fingers, daddy. Please.”

Joel wasn’t thinking. He couldn’t compute.

Somehow, still, with his brain barely online, he opened his mouth to you and let you push three icing-stained fingers inside it. Eyes round, he felt your touch pull out and prepared to swallow it whole. Then you stopped him.

“Don’t eat it,” you said, eyes twinkling.

Joel paused. He blinked dumbly back at you.

“Wh—” he started to say, mouth full of frosting.

Before he could get out a word, you parted your lips.

“Spit it in my mouth.” And then your tongue pushed out.

In that moment, Joel thought he might lose his mind.

It wasn’t like the request was even particularly obscene—you’d done plenty of dirtier things together before—but now, here, you were meeting his gaze with such a soft, innocent look, and something about the sheer idea of feeding you this frosting was like a punch to the gut.

He steeled himself briefly. Unblinking, and with his brain feeling like the consistency of scrambled eggs, Joel leaned forward, and he reached for your throat.

His fingers secured themselves gently around your neck like it was second nature to him, and you tilted your chin.

Joel met your gaze. It was soft, sweet, and loving as ever.

Thinking again how fortunate he was, he pursed his lips.

As soon as he spit into your mouth, the words slid out.

“I love you, baby. Don’t deserve you the least little bit.”

You caught the frosting easy. Your lips closed around it, and with your eyes still locked on his, you let part of the same thick glob dribble out—past your lips, down your chin a bit, enough to trickle down the throat that he was still holding—and then you fixed him with the softest, sweetest smile you could manage before lowering again.

Then you let the rest dribble down his cock, which, to Joel’s mind-numbing surprise, was suddenly partly erect

You weren’t looking at it.

Your gaze was still holding his, and in it, Joel found nothing but the same, unadulterated feeling that he had. Your whole face was practically radiating that look.

Chin smeared, lips smiling, and a now stiff, throbbing cock caked in frosting gripped in one of your hands, you blinked back up at him like it was the most normal thing.

For a beat, Joel didn’t think that he could love you any more than he did in that moment, and then you said:

“Of course you do, daddy. I don’t mind getting sticky.”

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I wish that was my hand 🥺😩

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Sunlight, Feed Buckets, and Forehead Kisses

Word Count: ~1,400

Pairing: Reader x Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Genre: Slice-of-life, soft romance, farm fluff

Dating Jeffrey Dean Morgan is like being wrapped in your favorite blanket—worn, warm, and safe in all the best ways. He loves quietly, without the need for show or spectacle, but his love is in everything.

It’s in the way he opens the passenger door for you every time, muttering, “Don’t roll your eyes at me, darlin’. Let a man be chivalrous,” with that boyish grin that makes your stomach flutter.

It’s in his sleepy morning kisses and the way he texts you when he’s away filming:

J: Miss your face. You feed the animals yet?

J: Don’t forget your water bottle. Hydration, babe. Love you.

J: Also… I’m bringing pie.

But your favorite kind of love? The kind that exists on your shared farm—the slow, sun-drenched days spent side by side in the dirt and grass, working with animals, sipping coffee, and dancing barefoot on the porch.

The mornings start early. Earlier than you’d prefer, honestly.

You shuffle into the kitchen half-asleep, the floor cool beneath your feet, and Jeffrey’s already there—coffee brewing, two mismatched mugs waiting. He’s leaning against the counter in a worn hoodie and plaid pajama pants, hair messy, smile sleepy and perfect.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” he says, opening his arms without hesitation.

You step into him like it’s your second nature. It is. You bury your face in the hoodie and mumble, “Why are you always up before me?”

“I’m powered by love and caffeine,” he mumbles against your hair. “Mostly caffeine.”

Once you’ve had your first few sips, you pull on boots and follow him outside. The golden morning light stretches across the fields, and everything feels fresh and quiet—except for the rooster, who is always too loud.

You groan. “He’s going to war with me. I can feel it.”

Jeffrey just chuckles, already grabbing buckets of feed. “That rooster wouldn’t dare. You’re the queen of this place.”

You’ve got a rhythm by now. Jeffrey lifts the hay bales and fixes the fences. You tend to the gentler tasks—brushing the donkeys, checking the chicken coop, whispering to the baby goats so they stop trying to chew your hoodie strings.

Every so often, you catch him staring. Hands on hips, leaning against the fence, ball cap low over his brow. He’s watching you with that soft, crooked smile that still makes you feel like the only girl in the world.

“What?” you ask, brushing hay from your shirt.

He shrugs. “Just admirin’ the view.”

“You say that every week.”

He winks. “And I mean it every damn time.”

Some days are messier than others. Fences break. Pigs escape. Once, a duck waddled into the garage and caused absolute chaos that resulted in feathers inside the dryer vent.

But even when things go sideways, Jeffrey stays calm—laughing, fixing, holding your hand through the chaos.

“I got it, babe,” he says, already halfway through chasing a sheep down the gravel path. “Just make sure the chickens aren’t plotting again.”

You do. (They always are.)

By afternoon, the energy slows. You sit on the porch swing with your boots kicked off, sipping iced tea. Your legs are draped over Jeffrey’s lap, and he’s tracing slow circles on your calf with calloused fingers.

“You tired?” he asks, his voice soft.

“A little.”

“You want me to cook or should we just order pizza and lie to ourselves?”

You laugh. “Lying sounds good.”

He leans over and kisses your temple. “My kinda woman.”

Evenings bring a peace you didn’t know you’d ever find. You walk the fence line with him and the dogs, the stars blinking into the purple sky one by one. Crickets chirp in the background, and the fields smell like summer.

Jeffrey wraps an arm around your shoulders and tugs you in close.

“Y’know,” he murmurs, “I used to think I’d end up in the city. Doing movies ‘til my knees gave out. Never thought I’d fall for someone who’d turn me into a guy who owns five donkeys and talks to tomatoes.”

You lean your head on his shoulder, smiling. “You love those donkeys.”

He chuckles. “Yeah… but I love you more.”

Later, curled up on the couch in flannel blankets, you rest your legs across his lap while an old Western plays in the background. You’re half-asleep, your hand resting on his chest, rising and falling with every breath.

He looks down at you, brushes a strand of hair from your cheek, and whispers, “Can I keep you forever?”

You mumble back, eyes closed, “You already do.”

He kisses your forehead like it’s a vow.

Life with Jeffrey is slow mornings and muddy boots. It’s tangled limbs on a porch swing, goats that follow you like shadows, and the way he always saves the last bite of pie for you—even when he pretends not to.

It’s laughter when the cows knock over the feed buckets. It’s forehead kisses in the moonlight. It’s building a life, a messy, loud, perfect little life, with the man who still looks at you like you hung the moon.

And somehow, every day, he loves you just a little more than the day before.

And you do, too.

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I’m so here for gentle Joel lawd TALK ME THRU IT DADDY 🥵💦

nsfw 18+⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ minors dni!

pairing : older!joel x inexperienced!fem!reader

warnings : smut, established relationship, praise, use of pet names (darlin’, baby, good girl), inexperienced reader, fingering, unprotected p in v, jackson!joel, shy/nervous reader, fluffy, it’s implied that joel & reader are fairly new in jackson (having travelled together), joel has a filthy mouth and talks SO MUCH, appearance from tommy at the end, this is literally 3.7k words of pure pornography im sorry

summary : joel was your first. your relationship has blossomed since then but you’re still inexperienced and he is certain to let you experience everything when it comes to intimacy although you still may be nervous to try new things.

an : ik this account has been exclusively cod characters but i’ve wanted to write for joel for soo long. kinda wanna rebrand and start writing again!!!!

“c’mere,” he murmured, holding his arms out to you, effectively compelling you into his lap. you straddled his thighs and looked down at his lustful gaze, feeling your chest tighten at the sight.

he didn’t seem to care about the fight he’d just had with tommy; you hadn’t even remembered what it was about this time, but what you did remember was tommy storming out of his own house, calling joel a “fuckin’ asshole” and leaving you and him in tommy’s living room like this.

you lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder, and play with the hem of his t-shirt. you hear him sigh above you and lean back against the sofa, instinctively resting his hands on the small of your back as he nosed at the side of your neck.

“you smell real good from that soap they let us use,” he murmured, his gruff voice in your ear.

you smile a little, “i do?”

“mmh,” he hummed, his hands reaching to fidget with the ends of your hair, “don’t know about you, darlin’, but i could get used to this life o’ luxury.” he leans down to press a kiss to the exposed skin of your neck, inhaling as he does.

the flesh on the back of your neck erupts in a shiver, feeling his breath fan over you as he exhales. you stay there, on his shoulder, wanting him to continue; he does. he paves a line of light kisses down to your shoulder as he pulls the neckline of your shirt to the side. a gentle hand runs under your shirt and over the skin of your back. he grins into your skin as he hears you exhale a sigh - a happy sigh - beside his ear.

joel shifts you in his lap, bringing you closer to where his hips bend and gently pulling you from the crook of his neck.

“joel..” you murmur shyly, to which he replies with the raise of his eyebrows in questioning. “you’re um… i can feel you..”

he gives a light chuckle in response and traces his fingertips over where your hair falls over your face, “that right darlin’? you feel what y’re doin’ to me?”

you give a shy nod, feeling your cheeks grow hot. he notices how you avoid looking at his face.

“don’t be goin’ all shy on me now, baby. ‘s alright to feel things.”

you nod again, glancing down to his lap where his jeans seemed much too tight and constricting. he notices but doesn’t say anything, his hands moving to your hips and gently up your sides beneath your shirt. they rise just beneath your breasts; he softly thumbs over your nipples, watching your face intensely for a response. you almost squirm at the delicate touch as you watch the shape of his hands moving beneath your shirt, and exhale a quiet sigh of his name.

“we haven’t done it like this before, have we?” he speaks softly, his hands moving back down to your hips as he sees your nipples are hardened under the soft fabric.

“what?”

“we’ve never fucked with you… on top o’ me,” he repeats. a thumb comes up to trace along your jawline and your eyes flicker back up to his face as you shake your head. he smiles when you look at him, “mmm… you wanna change that, baby?”

you nod.

his smile widens and his thumb on your jaw slides down your neck, to your shoulder, where he pushes your hair back. his other hand transgresses the waistband of your sleep shorts, watching your face as he does so. his hand nestles over your centre, the pads of his fingers tracing over you through your underwear, feeling the dampness. your eyes flutter but you watch intensely as he then delves beneath the thin fabric.

“let’s open you up a bit for me baby, huh?” he says, rubbing slow circles over your clit.

you nod eagerly, his words clouding your mind with arousal.

“there y’ go darlin’.. ‘s a good girl,” he praises as you whimper at his touch. he runs a calloused fingertip through the seam of your pussy, coating himself in your wetness.

using his other hand, he finds the hem of your shirt, and slides it up your waist, exposing your abdomen. “can i take this off?” he asks, glancing up at you.

“i…” you hesitate — what about tommy? if he comes back..? joel continues to swirl his fingers over your sensitive clit, making it near impossible to articulate thoughts. “i— don’t know.. what— what if tommy comes ba-ck?” you struggle between short pants and breaths.

he shakes his head and chuckles, “tommy ain’t comin’ back anytime soon darlin’. don’t you worry.”

“but… if he does? i don’t wanna.. take it off.”

his eyes soften; his fingers slow. “you’re worried about him seein’ you like this, hm?”

you nod.

“th’s okay, baby. you don’t gotta. ‘s okay,” he reassures gently.

you nod again.

he takes his hand from your centre and moves both to your waist, pulling your shirt back down. he places soft, wet kisses along your neck again, speaking softly as he does, “‘s no worries.. we’ll just take it slow. lemme take care o’ you.”

his hand finds its way to your hair, tucking it behind your ear. he pulls away from your neck as he feels you fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt, and glances up at you expectantly.

“are you.. gonna take yours off?” you murmur, afraid he’d say no and accuse you of hypocrisy.

he raises an eyebrow and smiles, amused that you’re asking. “you feelin’ shy again darlin’? y’ want me to take it off?”

you nod cautiously.

smiling wider, he laughs lightly, “all right, darlin’.” he takes the hem of his t-shirt from your fingers and lifts it over his head, exposing his abdomen and chest, and his hands find your hips again. your eyes rake over his skin, speckled with greying hairs over his chest and a trail of them that let down to his jeans. he watches you watch with a grin wide on his lips, almost with pride.

he gently runs a hand up your thigh; his touch reminds you that he is not in fact just an object that you get to stare at. you glance back up to his face, almost guiltily for the way your hungry eyes take him in.

“don’t feel bad for lookin’, darlin. y’ know i don’t mind.”

he feels you start to get restless in his lap, growing needier with each passing second. his hand slips back beneath your shorts, eliciting an almost frustrated whine from your throat, needing some real alleviation.

“shhh.. ‘s okay baby. ‘m gonna give you what you need in a bit.” his fingers softly graze your centre, wanting to see how much more he could rile you up.

you grind down into his fingers, the whisper of contact simply not enough. he pushes back against you in response.

“you need it real bad, huh?”

you nod, eyes staring to well with tears of need and frustration.

“ohh, i know darlin’, i know,“ he whispers, fingers still circling over your swollen bundle of nerves, as he glances up to you in awe. “you still wanna try bein’ on top?”

you nod.

“good girl.. tha’s my girl…. just need’a get y’ opened up a bit for me, ain’t that right?”

a whimper escapes your throat, feeling your core pulse at his words.

“oh, baby,” he muses pitifully, “…now, ‘m just gonna start with one finger, ‘kay? work up to maybe 3. that all right?”

your mouth falls agape as he pushes one digit into you, up to the knuckle and he curls it towards himself. “not 3, joel.. i don’t want—“

“shhh.. ‘s alright baby. i’ll do whatever you want, ‘kay?” he reassures as he repeatedly pumps his finger inside of you, soothing over that sweet little spot that made your head roll back. your hands move to his biceps, squeezing onto them tightly; he smiles widely as you do.

“there ‘y go.. ‘s a good girl.. lemme hear you baby,” he murmurs, adding a second finger.

you whine softly as he pushes that little bit further inside, and your pussy involuntary squeezes around him, almost keeping his fingers in place.

“j—joel..” you whimper, feeling how the bicep that is pumping his fingers inside of you strains and flexes beneath your grasp with each movement.

“c’mon baby, y’ gotta relax f’ me.. squeezin’ me so god damn tight.. ‘s like y’r try’na break my fingers or somethin’,” he chuckles, gently soothing his free hand down your side.

“sorry,” you whimper, slightly embarrassed although you know he doesn’t mind.

“‘s alright darlin’.. there y’ go, ‘s alright,” he mutters, feeling you open up as warm waves of pleasure wash from your abdomen and over your body.

“such pretty sounds y’r makin’ baby,” he compliments as you whine, mewl and babble his name, obscene wet sounds making your mind go fuzzy, “you think you’re opened up enough f’ me yet darlin’? y’ ready for me?”

he slows his fingers as you nod; with one last deep push into your aching spot, he removes them from you.

you whimper at the emptiness, shifting upon his lap and eyes darting around his face pleadingly.

“i know, i know darlin,.. y’ wantin’ more ain’t ya?”

you nod shamelessly.

“well now baby.. i need you to be patient for me then.. don’t want you hurtin’ yourself because you were impatient, now, do we?”

you shake your head, becoming aware of your neediness.

“hmmm.. didn’t think so,” he muses as he leans back into the sofa, “now.. you wanna unbuckle me or do you want me to do it?”

his fingers splay over his belt; you look between his hands and his face, afraid of disappointing him.

“um… you can do it,” you mumble

“tha’s all right. ‘s no problem darlin’,” he smiles at your bashfulness as his fingers begin to make work of his belt. he doesn’t wait to pull the soft leather from his jeans; he just unbuttons and unzips them, his self control running low.

he sees your curious gaze glancing down to his hands, eyeing his arousal through the thin fabric of his underwear. “you got me so fuckin’ hard baby,” he chuckles, palming himself through his boxers with a soft grunt.

you blush in response, unable to hide the proud smile that spreads over your lips. he grins, and his thumb moves to your lower lip, gently brushing over the delicate skin. “sweet girl,” he muses, “y’ still alright with bein’ on top?”

you nod in response, excitement building and tightening your chest.

“all right then darlin’. y’ just need’a relax for me, okay? we’ goin’ real slow, just like we’ve been doin’ so far, right?”

you nod; he holds your gaze for a little while, his fingertips moving to the hem of your shorts where he traces along their underside, “can i take these off darlin’?”

you nod eagerly - maybe too eagerly. smiling, he hooks his fingers into their waistband and tugs them down your thighs. you lift a leg out of them to help, leaving them dangling from your other. his thumbs rub over the front of your underwear, “‘m just gonna pull these to the side, that all right baby?”

you nod again, and he squeezes your thighs, shifting you closer, musing a quiet “c’mere” as you settle further into his lap, the most intimate part of you flush against his still clothed hardness. “there you go darlin’.. you ready to give it a go?”

“mhm,” you almost whimper, lifting yourself slightly as he palms himself again, before he pulls himself out - achingly hard and leaking at the tip. he strokes his hand over himself once, a small groan leaving his lips. his freehand settles at your hip, guiding you to hover over him, as you steady yourself on his shoulders and look between your two bodies.

“just do whatever feels natural, baby.. whatever feels right, okay? you ain’t gonna hurt me and i ain’t gonna judge you,” he reassures, as if he can feel your racing mind.

you nod and you let yourself fall a little closer to him, whimpering when you make contact. his tip notches at your weeping entrance; he slides the head of his cock through your slick, eliciting a small whine from deep in your throat.

“easy baby.. now, y’re nice ‘n’ wet, so it shouldn’t hurt, okay? ‘s just gonna feel real full,” he mutters with an adoring glint behind his eyes as he takes the image of you in: eyes fluttering closed, hair slipping over your shoulder, mouth agape and falling apart on his lap.

you lower yourself down a little more, his tip pushing into you and your pussy swallowing him wholly. you earn a grunt from joel; he moves both his hands to your waist, gently guiding you over him, selfishly unable to hold himself back.

“just like that baby.. yeah, feels real good.. there y’ go,” he mumbles breathlessly, feeling you lower further. you instinctively squeeze around him at the praise, your abdomen fluttering and erupting in spasms of warmth, sinking yourself down until you’ve taken him to the hilt.

he releases a guttural groan at the warmth of you clenching around his cock. on the brink of losing himself already, he tightens his grip on your hips and stills you, a series of grunts and breaths stringing from his throat. “christ, baby.. y’ gonna have to wait just a minute.. just a sec.. y’ got me seein’ fuckin’ stars sweet girl,” he speaks, his eyebrows pinched together and eyes tightly closed.

you moan out at the feeling of fullness, your head falling to rest in the crook of his neck as his dick presses into a delicious spot deep inside of you. he regains composure after a little while and begins to lift your hips slightly before pulling you back down. soft mewls and whines fill his ear, the pretty sounds travelling straight to his cock.

“mm.. there y’ go baby girl.. y’ feel that? feels nice ‘n’ full, huh?”

you nod weakly, feeling tears begin to well in your eyes at the sensation of being so full. lifting you with both hands, he slides one up your side beneath your shirt; you help him by steadying your legs around his thighs and raising yourself up, before he pulls you back down, earning a loud whine as a tear spills down your face.

he moans, head leaning back and reeling in the way you’re wrapped around him so tightly. noticing the small stream down your face, he speaks breathlessly, “you okay darlin’? you ain’t hurting on me, now, baby, are ya?”

you shake your head, barely able to concentrate on his words, “‘m fine.. just feels— good.”

his thumb wipes over your warm cheek as he grins, “mm.. well.. you’re doing so good f’ me baby.”

as you squeeze around him again, he grunts loudly, his hold on you tightening and an almost pained expression coming over his face. “i swear to christ, y’re doin’ that on purpose,” he strains.

“sorry,” you mumble, trying to relax.

he smiles and shakes his head, “don’t apologise baby.. felt real good. y’r pussy’s just so goddamn tight.”

you start to move on your own, your forearms resting on his shoulders for leverage as you push yourself up and then back down, building a painstakingly slow rhythm. your faces just mere inches apart, he grabs onto your chin and pulls you to his mouth, your lips pressing together hungrily. he swallows your whines and moans with his tongue pushing into your mouth and his lips enveloping yours as you keep up your slow pace, up and down over his cock. he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, leaving wet marks along your neck that have you whimpering his name.

“tha’s a good girl baby,” he murmurs into your skin, “just make y’self feel good.. take y’r time… that’s it, take it nice ‘n’ slow darlin’.”

you take him slow and deep, undoubtedly unable to increase your pace, but he’s patient enough to let you take him however you want to. his cock notches against that sensitive spot inside of you that only joel knows, dragging along your walls with every rut against him. you look down and watch as you take him, filled to the brim every few seconds, your clit pressed against his greying hair. his chest gleams with droplets of sweat and his abdomen rises and falls with his short breaths. your mouth stays agape and you bury your head into his neck, moaning into the skin there each time you feel him deeply.

“ohh.. ‘s that feel good sweet girl?” he asks as he looks down to you pressed against his shoulders.

“uh-huh,” you mewl, barely able to form coherent words.

“tha’s good.. doin’ so fuckin’ good f’ me baby.”

its not long before your thighs begin to ache. you slow down even further, your legs burning with fatigue. being on top isn’t as easy as it seems; you grasp onto joel with the last ounce of energy you have left.

he feels your thighs tremble and your pace begin to slow more. “you doin’ okay there darlin’?” he drawls, guiding your head out from his neck.

“i— i can’t joel,” you almost whine as you stop, his cock still hard inside of you.

“‘s okay baby. you tired y’self out, huh?” he murmurs empathetically, giving a light kiss to your cheek, “you wanna get on your back?”

you hesitate for a moment, wondering if he’s secretly disappointed, but nevertheless, you nod. “c’mon,” he muses, lifting you onto your back, his dick still inside of you. as he lays you down onto the couch, he gently soothes kisses over your neck and your legs wrap instinctively around his waist. you shuffle yourself downwards slightly, getting comfortable and you exhale a needy sigh, moving your arms to enclose over his back as he holds himself above you.

“‘s that better baby?”

you nod and give him a smile, to which he returns with a grin and a tender kiss to your lips before he pulls back his hips and pushes them back into you. he starts to set a slow pace with long, gentle strokes, grunting with each movement, feeling you tighten around him as the speed of his hips gradually increases. a particularly deep thrust had your back arching with a sharp moan and your nails press down into his back. his head drops at the feeling, a series of loud groans leaving his mouth, as he caught a glimpse of your lower abdomen rising slightly with each thrust of his hips. his groans turn into a soft laugh as he continues to rut into you.

“oh.. sweet jesus baby..” he says, glancing up to your face, “gimme y’r hand.”

you take a hand from his back and hold it to him. his own hand encloses over the top of yours and he moves it between your two bodies, placing it over your abdomen as his hips move against you. you whimper at the feeling of his cock pushing against your walls from the outside, the flesh of your stomach pushing against the palm of your hand as his thrusts quicken in their pace.

“y’ feel me right here, hm? y’ feel that baby?” he almost taunts, pressing your hand down a little harder. the extra pressure has your eyes rolling closed; you tighten around him subconsciously.

“ohhh.. she likes that, huh?” he chuckles, removing his hand from yours and picking up his pace, determined to drive you closer to the brink of your high. his thrusts grow more erratic as he nears the edge himself, haphazardly pushing in and out of you as he begins to lose focus. he feels you swallowing his cock tighter with each movement of his hips.

“you gettin’ close f’ me baby girl?”

you nod, the pleasure building at your abdomen overwhelming all of your senses.

“c’mon then baby. let go f’ me darlin’. lemme feel ya.”

his ruts grow deliberately deeper and faster; he grunts grow louder and strained behind his teeth. you mewl into his ear, your back arching your abdomen into his and the heels of your feet digging into his lower back.

“joel— i’m..”

“tha’s it baby. don’t fight it.. let it happen.. good fuckin’ girl.”

his praise pushes you over the edge, the coil inside of you pulling taut and your core spasming with waves of heat, carnal pleasure shooting all the way to the tips of your fingers. your clit pulses as he continues to sloppily move inside of you, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm, until he feels he’s about to collapse over the brink with one last thrust. he pulls himself out and strokes his wet cock a few more times before he bunches up your shirt and spills himself over your stomach with a guttural groan, his hips jerking with each rope of come that paints your abdomen.

he collapses atop of your spent body with one final grunt as his head falls to rest on your shoulder. your body still trembles with the aftershocks of your high whilst you both try to catch your breath.

“fuckin’ hell,” he chuckles breathlessly, glancing up to see a lazy smile spread across your face, “you doin’ alright there baby?”

“mhm,” you hum, too tired to talk as your eyes flutter closed.

“good.. you did real good darlin’… y’ know.. i was—“

the sound of the front door opening. joel’s head drops to your shoulder again, muttering a quiet “shit”. your body is hidden beneath him; tommy must’ve been able to see joel’s back from behind the sofa. you hear what could only be tommy’s laugh.

“don’t tell me you two have just fucked on my couch.”

“uhhh..”

an : haven’t posted in likee 10 months oopsies

dividers by uzmacchiato

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oh to be trapped under the weight of a sweet loving man who’s twice my size

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I bet his mouth tastes like sharp mint and he smells like spicy cologne…

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You can't just post a pic of some dude's bicep and expect people to recog...

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Slow rise

I went to bed last night a little colder than usual. My husband was at an event and didn’t get home before I fell asleep. It usually isn’t something I ever have to worry about. He always makes sure to come home and be there when I wake up. Which makes how I woke up, slightly overheated, a perfect way to rise. Before I open my eyes I know that Pedro made it home safe and sound last night. Before I open my eyes I can tell that last night was emotionally exhausting for him. While he is sleeping soundly with me in our bed his posture is solidly rigid, too stiff for him to have slept comfortably and soundly. As I open my eyes I see his clothes trailing from the bedroom door to the foot of our bed. Usually he’s tidy and meticulous when taking off his clothes. Coco would have his head otherwise. I turn slowly in his arms, trying to disturb him as little as possible. Usually this is a small feat, not this morning though. Before I’ve come to face him, he’s waking up. One thing you should know about Pedro is that he is a sound sleeper, the kind won’t wake unless an earthquake strikes. The fact that he woke from me turning to face him is concerning enough.

When we come face to face, his brows are slightly frowned. I try to rub away that frown with my thumb and he starts nuzzling my hand. Slowly, very slowly Pedro opens his eyes and meets my gaze. “Good morning, cariño”—he says in that overly raspy morning voice. “Good morning, my love”—I respond enthusiastically if a little confused. “How was last night?” Immediately I can tell this was the wrong thing to say, his small frown turns into a scowl. “It was the worst night ever.” This catches me off guard, Pedro is usually positive and sees the bright side in everything. “What happened?” “What didn’t happen?” Is his immediate response. This just further confuses me, he isn’t one to talk in riddles specially not this early in the morning. “Well start from the top.”- I tell me. He nods and starts, “To be honest I wasn’t in the best mood to begin with since you weren’t going to be there. As we were getting ready Coco realized my original outfit would clash with the background so I ended up with option 2 which wasn’t all that amazing.” I nod along and hum to make sure he knows I’m following what he’s saying. “Once we got there, it was like everyone was ignoring that we’ve been together for so long! Almost every reporter asked how it is to be single, I must have repeated that we’ve been together for years at least 10 times. Just because we like to keep to ourselves doesn’t mean we’re hiding our relationship! That alone pissed me off. And don’t even get me started on all the fan tweets people wanted me to read.” Once I hear that statement I know just what we need today. “Why don’t we have a lazy day? Spend all day in bed and eat girl dinner for every meal.” Before I’m even done with my statement he’s already agreeing. So that’s how we got here, a mini picnic on the bed, and a viral post on instagram. One that remind everyone that we’re a strong unit and a night of people trying to demean our relationship won’t have an affect on us.

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A night in…side me 🥵🤪🤪😜

Same babe same 🥰