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tattoo artist daddy dom!joel miller x virgin sub f!reader

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series summary: Trust and devotion. Ink meets innocence. Your tattoo artist, Joel Miller, shows you what it really means to give up control. Reeling from the loss of your job, you’re running out of options, until a passing comment from Joel and a video camera give you just the right idea.

paring: tattoo artist daddy dom!joel miller x virgin sub f!reader (first chapter only) → tattoo artist daddy dom!joel x sub f!reader series warnings: MA 18+ (minors DNI), no outbreak, implied age gap (unstated, but author imagines 20s/late 40s), swearing, dom&sub dynamics (/not lg), tattoo artist!joel, daddy dom!joel, virgin sub f!reader to eventually sub f!reader, daddy kink, innocence kink & corruption kink, discussions and actions of sex work, cam couple, smut, lots of pet names (princess, bunny, angel, baby girl, sweetheart, etc.), size kink, virginity loss, doing it for the camera kink, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, see each chapter for individual warnings!

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↳ wordcount: 3,795

↳ summary: After returning to your hometown, you reconnect with your childhood friend Sarah and her father Joel, a retired firefighter. As you spend time with him, you can't deny the spark between you, and soon you find yourself on a date with Joel, where things quickly heat up and the chemistry between you becomes impossible to ignore.

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↳ a dom!daddy date

↳ warnings: 18+, dom!Joel, implied age gap, light spanking, fingering, light male masterbation, public stuff? But nothing too wild.

↳ notes: my favorite line became the title since I couldn't find a song I liked. Ty @saradika-graphics as always for the dividers 💓 and tysm for the love and support on all my fics so far. As a brand new writer its been so incredibly validating. I've gained so many amazing followers, moots, and friends in the like two weeks I've been here. I LOVE YOU ❤️

After being away for several years to pursue your dreams of becoming a marine biologist, you return to your hometown to visit your family and your childhood friend Sarah Miller and her father Joel, a retired firefighter. Sarah was like a sister to you growing up, and you were excited to catch up with her and see how much she had grown.

As you walk up to the Miller's house, you can't help but feel a little nostalgic. You and Sarah used to play in the front yard for hours, pretending to be superheroes and exploring the neighborhood.

Joel greets you with a warm smile as he opens the door. "Howdy kiddo. Missed seein’ ya around," he says, extending his hand for a friendly handshake. And as your hand meets his, he takes in your appearance, he can't help but notice how much you've grown up, how much more mature you've become. He quickly clears his throat, trying to tame his thoughts.

You grin and shake his hand. "Hey, Mr. Miller. It's good to be back," you reply, trying to hide your nervousness.

"Mr. Miller makes me sound old. Just call me Joel,” he says, chuckling.

You giggle, "alright Joel it is."

Joel nods and stands straight. "Well, kiddo, how've you been? You look good."

"I've been really good, Mr. Miller - uh Joel. College is going well," you reply, feeling a little more at ease.

"College, huh? And what do you wanna be when you grow up?" Joel asks.

You giggle. “I'm not exactly five anymore, but I'm going to school to be a marine biologist," you say, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Joel's face lights up in surprise. "Marine biologist... that's gotta be one dangerous job. You know, I saw a show on Netflix once about shark attacks. I thought a pretty thing like you shouldn't be near those monsters, they'll eat'cha whole."

You chuckle, "Yeah, they're quite terrifying, but I might have learned a thing or two in school.” You wink playfully.

“And just what do you learn about shark attacks in marine biology school?” Joel asks, skeptical.

You smile. “ Don't worry, I'll make sure to keep my professors in the loop," you reply, trying to keep a straight face.

Joel can't help but smirk, “alright darlin’, and moves to the side to let you inside.

After a few hours of catching up and reminiscing about old times with Sarah, it's time for you to leave. But just as you're about to head out the door, Joel stops you. "Uh hey, listen, could I interest you in dinner sometime? I know a good steakhouse nearby. I think we could have a good time and catch up," he says, with a hopeful expression on his face.

Caught off guard, you're unsure if he's asking you on a date, but it feels innocent enough, so you agree. "Yah, that'd be nice, Joel," you say, trying to keep a straight face. Secretly hoping it was intended for more.

"Great! I'll pick you up at eight, okay? Here, I'll text you the name of the place, and you can look it up if you'd like," Joel says, as he hands you his phone with the contact app already open.

You take his phone and place your number in it.

"Thanks, kiddo. Hey, you okay? You look a little anxious for a steak dinner," Joel says, noticing your nervousness.

"Not at all, looking forward to it," you reply, with a confident smile. You place a hand gently on his arm, feeling a warmth radiate between you two.

Joel smiles and says, "Alright, kiddo. I'll see you later, then."

"See ya later, Joel," you say, as you walk out the door, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation for your dinner date with Joel.

You're excited as you wait for Joel to pick you up for your dinner date. When he arrives, he knocks at your door, and when you open it, he says, "You ready to eat some steak, kiddo?"

You open the door, ready as ever. “Joel, you don't have to keep calling me kiddo. I'm not a child anymore.”

“Alright, darlin’, let's get going, then.” He holds out his hand, and you take it. When you get to his car, he opens the car door for you. You hurry in, eager to spend time with Joel.

“There's some great steak at this restaurant. You'll love the atmosphere there, it's a classy place. The staff is professional, not chatty, and very good customer service.” He smiles as he puts his car in gear and starts driving”

You smile and look forward as he drives. “I can't wait.”

When you arrive, he gets out and opens the door for you, then locks up his car. “Ladies first. That's how me and your old man were raised.” He laughs as you walk toward the restaurant.

You chuckle, “such a gentleman.” You get to a big glass door, a maitre d' greets you and seats you in a booth at a table for two. “Doesn't look too crowded tonight.” He takes off his jacket and hangs it on the back of his chair.

You take your coat off as well, revealing a very fitted dress. “It's beautiful, Joel.”

He looks at you and smiles, staring at you for a second “You look beautiful, very nice dress. You're much more grown up now than the last time I saw you.”

You feel yourself getting warm as you sit down, “thanks, you're not too bad yourself.” You manage to wink at Joel.

He laughs, “I'm sure you've got a lotta boys chasin’ you.” He pauses for a moment, eyeing you up and down before he continues, “that dress sure does suit you darlin’.” He grins mischievously.

You giggle, “well not exactly the boys I want to be chasing me.” You grin at him playfully. “I'm glad you like it, I just got it, actually.”

“Oh? And who exactly are you hoping to chase you.”

“I dunno, someone a little older, strong, I'm tired of boys.” You look into his eyes. “A real man who knows how to take care of a woman.”

He grins, leaning in a bit “So, you like a dominant man, huh? Would you say I fit the bill?”

You're a little surprised by Joel's straightforwardness but lean in closer, testing the waters a bit. “Well, I'm not so sure just how dominant you are, Mr. Miller, I might need you to show me.” You wink, biting your bottom lip.

He leans in even closer across the table and whispers in your ear. “Don't talk like that, or you're gonna get me all riled up. A girl like you should be careful about what you say.”

You whisper breathily in his ear, "I like a little danger.”

His eyes widen, shocked that you would say something so…naughty. “Are you tryin’ to get me to do something at the dinner table?” He says in a hushed tone. “Don't tempt me, baby.”

“Yes, sir.” You sit back and wink at him, liking his authoritative behavior but still feeling a bit defiant. You run your foot up his leg till it hits his thigh, your gaze locked onto his eyes.

He grins, placing his hand on your leg, slowly moving it up your dress, “You're playing with fire, darlin’.” His hand slowly makes its way up your leg, and you can feel the heat building between your legs.

You look into his eyes and challenge him, "Hmm, well, what exactly would you do with a girl like me?"

Joel's hand is now resting on your inner thigh, and you can feel his fingers lightly tracing circles on your skin. He leans in closer to you, "I think you already know what I'd do to you." You feel a shiver run down your spine.

The waiter comes to your table and asks if everything is alright, but you barely register his presence. All you can focus on is the feeling of Joel's hand on your thigh and the way his eyes are burning into yours. Joel leans back in his chair and sips his wine, never taking his eyes off of you. You can feel your heart racing as you stare back at him, wondering what he's going to do next.

The waiter brings your wine that Joel ordered, and you take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through your body. Joel's hand is still on your thigh, and you can feel him slowly sliding it up higher and higher.

"I love the way you breathe when I touch you. Makes me feel all-powerful." Joel's voice is filled with desire, and you can't help but feel the same way.

You look at him, challenging him, "You think you can tame me, Mr. Miller?"

Joel grins, "I don't like the word tame. I prefer the word... break. If I'm gonna take charge, I'm gonna take it completely, and this dress of yours ain't survivin' the night."

Your heart is pounding in your chest as Joel's hand reaches the top of your thigh. You can feel his fingers lightly grazing your wet panties, and you gasp at the sensation. "Think you can handle this old cowboy darlin’?" Joel's voice is low and dangerous, and you can feel yourself getting lost in his eyes.

You nod, unable to speak, as Joel's fingers start to move in slow circles over your clit. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you moan softly as Joel's fingers quicken their pace. Suddenly, Joel pulls his hand away, leaving you wanting more. He stands up, offering to help you up as well. "You really think I’d let a pretty thing like you come in public? Come on, it’s time for us to eat in private."

You follow Joel out of the restaurant, feeling dizzy with lust. You can barely believe what just happened. As you walk to Joel's car, you can feel his hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards his black Mustang. You slide into the passenger seat, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Joel starts the car, and you take off towards Joel's place.

You feel so innocent and young next to Joel, but you love the feeling. You follow him through his house until you reach a small room with a couch, a TV on one side, and a fireplace on the other. Joel pours you a glass of wine and hands it to you, his eyes never leaving yours. You take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through your body.

He goes back to the kitchen to just grab the entire bottle. You make your way around, looking at all his stuff. You pick up a small carving, accidentally dropping it on the floor and bending over to pick it up, but your dress doesn't fully cover you. Joel walks back at the perfect time and can see everything, but you don't notice, so he's quiet and sets the bottle down before moving toward you.

"Oh, I like this little maneuver of yours,” Joel's voice is low and gravelly as he takes in the sight of you bent over, your dress riding up to reveal your lacy underwear. He steps closer to you, his hand tracing a path between your legs, stopping just shy of your center. "I like it a lot," he growls, his breath hot on your neck.

You gasp as you feel his fingers brush against your sensitive skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You're unable to resist the urge to push back against him, wanting more of his touch. Joel takes advantage of your position, his fingers slipping beneath your underwear as he explores your wet folds. You moan softly, your head falling back as he teases you with his touch.

"So, so wet for me," Joel murmurs in your ear, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. "I can feel how much you want me.” You can't deny it - you want him more than you've ever wanted anyone before. You push back against him, trying to get him to give you more. Joel chuckles, his fingers stilling for a moment before he gives you what you want. He plunges two fingers deep inside you, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit. You cry out in pleasure, your body trembling as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. But just as you're about to come, Joel pulls away, leaving you wanting. You turn to look at him, your eyes pleading for more.

He grins wickedly, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Not yet, darlin’ hold on for me.” Joel stands up, walking over to the fireplace and stoking the flames. You can't take your eyes off of him, watching as he moves with a confidence and authority that makes your heart race.

He turns back to you, his eyes blazing with desire. "Take off your dress. I want to see you." You hesitate for a moment, but the look in Joel's eyes tells you that he's not going to take no for an answer. You stand up straight, reaching behind you to unzip your dress. As the dress falls to the ground, you stand before Joel in nothing but your underwear. He lets out a low whistle, his eyes taking in every inch of your body. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he growls, his eyes dark with desire.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as Joel's eyes roam over your body. You've never felt so vulnerable, so exposed - and yet so wanted. Joel reaches down, adjusting himself as he stares at you. "Take off your underwear, too. I want to see all of you."

You nod, your hands shaking as you slip your underwear down your legs. You step out of them, standing before Joel completely naked. He lets out a low groan, his eyes devouring every inch of your body. Joel reaches down, pulling his cock out of his jeans and boxers. He starts stroking himself, his eyes never leaving yours. "Watch me darlin’. Watch as I stroke my cock, thinking about all the things I'm gonna to do to you."

You can't take your eyes off of him as he strokes himself, his hand moving up and down his shaft. You've never seen anything so hot before. You watch as Joel continues to stroke himself, his eyes locked on yours. You can feel your body responding to the sight of him touching himself.

"C'mere darlin," he beckons, patting the space beside him. As you move to sit next to him, his fingers begin to trace a path up your leg, inching closer and closer to your wet center. Once there, his touch becomes more deliberate, circling your clit with a gentle touch that sends shivers down your spine. You can't help but moan softly, your hips bucking up to meet his skilled fingers.

He stops for a moment and with a firm but gentle grip, Joel guides you to turn over, positioning you face down, ass up on the couch, he finds your clit quickly again as his other hand comes down on your ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the small room. The sting of his hand on your skin only serves to heighten your arousal. His hand comes down on your backside once again, the sound of his palm against your skin filling the room. The mixture of pleasure and pain is intoxicating, leaving you breathless and wanting more. Joel smirks, his hand coming down again and again, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that leaves you dizzy.

"You like that, don't you?" Joel's voice is low and rough, his fingers still moving in slow circles over your clit. "You like it when I take charge, when you don’t have to do anything but what I tell you, no thinkin’ just doin’."

You nod, unable to speak. It's true - you do like it. You like the way Joel makes you feel helpless, his to do with as he pleases. Joel growls, his fingers plunging deep inside you again. This time, he doesn't stop, his hand moving faster and faster as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

You moan louder, your hips bucking up to meet his hand. Joel's other hand comes down on your ass again, only adding to the pleasure. Finally, Joel's fingers still, his fingers resting deep inside you as you come hard. You cry out, your body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

Joel pulls his fingers out of you slowly, holding them up to your lips. "Taste yourself. See how sweet you are." You open your mouth, your tongue darting out to taste your own juices. It's unlike anything you've ever tasted before, and you can't get enough.

Joel smirks, his hand moving up to your hair. He grips it tightly, pulling your head back so that you're looking up at him. "You're mine now, and I'll do whatever I want with you." All you can do is whimper in excitment, your heart racing in your chest. You've never felt so alive. Joel releases your hair, his hand moving back down to your thigh. "Good girl," he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin.

You lean back against the couch, feeling boneless and sated. Joel leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to make you scream, again and again and again."

Joel stands up, his hands moving to the buttons on his own shirt. You watch as he undoes each one, revealing his muscular chest and arms. Your eyes widen as he kicks off his shoes and socks, followed by his pants and boxers. His cock stands at attention, and you can't help but lick your lips in anticipation. Joel's eyes follow your gaze, a smirk crossing his lips. "Like what you see, darlin'?" Joel steps closer to you, his hands reaching out to grab your ass.

Joel lifts you up with ease, his strong arms supporting your weight as your legs wrap around his waist. You can feel the head of his cock lightly brush against you, causing you to gasp at the contact. He takes a moment to look into your eyes, a smoldering gaze that makes your heart race.

With a gentle yet firm grip, he guides his cock to your entrance, teasing you with small thrusts that make you squirm with anticipation. You can feel how wet and ready you are for him, your body begging for more.

Joel then slowly pushes himself into you, filling you up completely. You let out a moan as he bottoms out, his cock buried deep inside you. He pauses for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. You can feel the warmth and tension building up inside you, your body responding to his cock sitting inside you.

With ease, Joel carries you upstairs to his bed, never breaking eye contact with you. Once he reaches the bed, he tosses you down onto it, his body following you down. He positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with his cock. "You ready for me, darlin'?"

You nod, your body trembling with anticipation. Joel thrusts inside you, filling you up completely. You cry out in pleasure, your nails digging into his back as he starts to move. His thrusts are hard and fast, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Joel's hands are on your hips, holding you in place as he fucks you. "You like that, darlin'? You like it when I fuck you like a dirty little slut?" Joel growls, his fingers digging into your hips. You moan, your body responding to his words. “Tell me how much you like it, darlin'. Tell me how much you love my cock inside you," Joel commands, his fingers tightening around your hips.

"I love it. I love your cock inside me. Please, don't stop," you beg.

Joel smirks, "I'll never stop fucking you, darlin'. I'll never stop making you feel this good." Joel's thrusts become more erratic as he chases his own release, his cock driving deeper into you with each stroke. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body begging for release.

"Come for me, darlin'. Come all over my cock," Joel growls, his voice deep and raw with desire.

His fingers tighten around your hips, pulling you closer as he pounds into you. You can feel every inch of him, his thick cock stretching you wide as he fucks you hard and fast.

Your body trembles with pleasure, your pussy clenching around him as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Joel's thrusts become more urgent, his hips slamming into yours as he chases his own release.

"Fuck, I'm close," he growls, his breath hot against your neck.

You can feel him tensing up, his cock swelling inside you as he gets closer and closer to the edge. Joel's thrusts become more erratic, his hips slamming into yours as he chases his own release.

With a loud groan, Joel stills, his cock buried deep inside you as he comes. You can feel him pulsing inside you, a feeling you never knew you'd love so much. Joel collapses on top of you, his breathing heavy as he pants against your neck.

You wrap your arms around him, feeling more content and satisfied than you ever have before. Joel's cock is still buried deep inside you, and you can feel him softening as he comes down from his high. You moan softly as he slips out of you, your body missing the feeling of him inside you.

Joel rolls over onto his back, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. You can see the satisfied look on his face, and you can't help but smile, your bodies entwined as you lay together.

Joel's cock is still glistening with your juices, and you can't help but reach out and touch him. You wrap your hand around his softening length, feeling him twitch at your touch. "You feel amazing," you murmur, your fingers tracing the veins that run along the length of his cock.

Joel smiles, his hand reaching out to touch your face. "You're amazing," he replies, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

You lay there together, your bodies entwined as you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking. You feel more connected to Joel than ever before, your bodies and souls intertwined as you lay there in the peaceful silence, content and fulfilled in each other's arms.

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`· . Be my daddy

(Dark! Dbf! Joel miller x reader)

A/N: tryna get my swag back u guys. Also if there r any spelling mistakes I’m sorry 🙏🏻

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Thinking ab creepy n pervy Joel making you grind against your teddy bear in the middle of the night after sneaking into your room.. n then fucking your brains out after <3

Warning: 18+, somnophilia, pervy behavior, slight dubcon, possessiveness, overall dark themes// age gap (reader is in her 20s, joel is in his 50s), masturbation, cum play, grinding, daddy kink, spit, breeding kink, spanking, choking, size kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, dbf! Joel my beloved <3

Joel was always quite impatient.

And after a long night of drinking and watching the new football game with your father, he’s become tense. As fun as it is to sit and conversate with his best friend, his head is reeling now. He notes to the man beside him that he’s going to bed. A nod, as your father agrees the same.

And a few minutes later, as Joel leans against the closed door inside your bedroom, he watches you with his cock in his hand.

Of course, like the good girl you are, you had decided to go to bed early. You were on a college schedule, after all. So Joel hadn’t seen you all night. Not being able to catch sight of that familiar head of hair, tits out and ass bouncing under those short skirts you love so much, frustrated the man to no end. He grunts as his thumb moves over the slit of his girthy length, as he watches the way your breasts heave with each passing breath you let out. He’s surprised he hasn’t been caught yet. He’s been doing it every night that he comes over, after all.

He knows it’s wrong. But fuck, you’re so delectable; your curves are absolutely stunning, your lips perfectly full and plump, your thighs plush and soft. He can’t resist watching you. And it’s as if you want him to do this. You know he lives next to you, you know that he can see inside your room from your window that has no curtains, can watch you change and masturbate and do whatever the fuck else. You’re just begging for him to fuck your tight cunt.

It’s a wonder that he hasn’t done it sooner.

He moves a bit closer. Just close enough to be near the foot of your bed. The thought of you catching him like this gives him a thrill. His cock kicks when you turn over onto your side to face him. Your eyes are still shut, your brain still sleeping numbly.

“There she is.” Joel manages to breathe out through his sharp inhales. You look like an angel to him.

Your nipples are hard through your silky white slip. Joel can notice them now, as they make two small lumps in the fabric. Your tits are pushed together from the position you’re in. And Joel’s favorite part: your legs are stuck in between the fat of your thighs. It’s always been the kind of position you’ve laid in, as the warmth from your legs pussy brings you a sort of comfort. Joel can feel himself nearing his high.

And since he’s already doing it, what’s so wrong about moving a little… closer?

Bringing his strong arm down, he holds onto the wall as he kneels down on the edge of your bed. He’s so close now, your face a mere few inches away from his cock. He continues to stroke the skin of his shaft, watching your full eyelashes and pretty lips.

“God,” he murmurs. You can’t hear him, but that doesn’t stop Joel from running his mouth regardless. “Gonna cum all over this slutty little face, darlin’..”

And he does just that. His abdomen clenches, head thrown back as he begins to squirt warm ropes of semen all over your face. He lets out a very loud groan.

And of course, finally, that wakes you up.

When your eyes peel open, the first thing that comes to mind is that..

Your face is fucking wet.

That’s what you gather. So, you bring your fingers up to wipe- Elmer’s glue, maybe?- out of the sockets of your eyes. And when you look up, you see Joel.

A confused and disgruntled “what..?” Sounds from your mouth, and then when you see Joel looking down at you, you begin to take sight of him. He’s still jacking his cock.

“Joel?”

The man’s mouth falls open, another wave of pleasure rippling through him. He’s getting hard for the second time in a row. Your brows furrow as you look down. It must be too dark and you must be too tired to fully grasp what act your dad’s friend is commiting.

“Joel.. what’re you doing?” You sleepily mumble. It’s quickly replaced by a gasp of surprise when his hand goes up to grope your breasts, his rings cold against the bare skin of your collarbones. He becomes desperate, practically clawing at your soft body to get a taste of you. His tongue goes up to the apples of your cheeks. He kisses you there, soft. And then, the soft muscle inside his mouth runs along the ridges of your skin. His own cum connects to his lips in a sticky white string.

“Sorry baby,” he groans. “ couldn’t help myself...”

His thumb runs across your bottom lip, legs resting in between your spread ones, and he kisses you. You’re awake now, with enough brain power to register what’s actually happening. But if you’re being honest, you don’t want him to stop. Your hands shyly go up to his hair, still a bit disoriented. His messy locks are soft underneath your fingertips as he begins to slip his jizz soaked tongue into your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut, heat beginning to gather in a pool between your legs. You can taste his cum as it evades your taste buds, musky and salty. Pulling away, you can feel his cock press against your thigh.

“Did you…” looking down, his stiffness is right there. Wet and hard and incredibly prominent, now. A small whine escapes you. “Joe…”

“‘M so hard for your cute little face, darlin’…got me gettin’ it up twice.”

That makes you mewl, as his mouth moves down to your neck. Your virginal hands shakily grasp his hair. On a particularly harsh tug, Joel groans. You think you’ve hurt him and done something wrong, and your nervous mouth begins to spew apologies. “Joe.. never done this before, ‘m sorry..”

Joel moans, maneuvering your body so he’s on his knees and in between your spread thighs. Your innocence makes his brain turn to mush.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetness. You’re such a good girl.”

He says it as he slips off his shirt, exposing his broad chest and muscles to you. A hard working man, Joel Miller is definitely built to hold things the way he wants them. So when his pants are finally removed, he uses his strong arms to lift your body and move the both of your upper parts towards the end of the bed. There’s more space, now, less stuffed animals and things.

There’s a moment of stillness, and then your hands are wrapping around a familiar furry object as you land down onto the mattress. It’s your stuffed teddy bear, the one Joel had gifted you for your birthday last year. It’s pink, with a bright red bow wrapped around its neck and a pair of black button eyes. You had named it Teddy, and it’s your favorite plushy.

Joel’s eyes move to your hand around it, and he smiles, amused.

“Does my baby want her teddy bear? Hm?”

His voice is teasing, but he brings it away from your grip and lifts himself away from your body. You whine, trying to grab his hands and put them back on you, but the man doesn’t budge.

“No,” he says. “I want you to use your teddy. Do you think you can do that?”

Your face flushes. It’s vulgar and filthy to suggest such a thing, but you want Joel to be proud of you. You’re hesitant, though. You’ve never done this before, and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when you quietly ask, “Can you teach me?”

Joel isn’t one to deprive you of a good lesson. “Of course.”

And that’s when he’s flipping your nightgown up to your chest. Your tits are exposed, along with your bare pussy hitting the night air. There’s no point in wearing underwear in this hot weather, after all. The sudden movement surprises you, and you’re quick to try and conceal yourself. Joel just laughs at your shyness.

“You’re beautiful, darlin’. Don’t do that.”

With hesitation you bring your hands away from your most private parts. Joel’s eyes turn dark, expression laced with lust. “Spread your legs for me.”

It’s a demand, and when your face heats up and you begin to slowly undo them, the man rolls his eyes and yanks them apart with his own hands.

His eyes practically roll back at the sight of your pulsing cunt. You’re soaked, juices dripping down the expanse of your pussy lips, practically swollen and begging to have a cock between them. Your clit is poking through, and Joel might be going crazy but he swears he can see the cute little pearl throbbing.

“God, look at that..” his finger ghosts over your slit, and then he’s using to of his fingers to expose your unused hole to him. “My little girl is so pretty, isn’t she? Little cunt is so small, too… don’t know if my big cock can fit in such a tiny little pussy.”

The force of his words makes you gush, and you shake your head at the thought of not being able to take him. He chuckles at your reaction. You exhale shakily, watching as his fingers still toys with your body. But then he grabs the teddy bear and begins to ghost its plastic nose over the inside of your thigh.

“Teddy’s gonna show you how to play with your pretty pussy. And I’m gonna watch. Okay?”

You nod quickly. You’re aching, and you’ll do anything to relieve it. And even though this all happened so suddenly, you can’t help but be happy that Joel is giving you this much attention. He’s been around for years, has been there with you through everything, and now that you’re all grown up you can let him take what he wants.

“Yeah, d—“ you pause, and the look on Joel’s face makes you flush with embarrassment. “—Joel. Yeah…” You stutter. A smile forms on his handsome face, as he presses Teddy’s nose right up against your clit.

“You can say it, honey,” he murmurs. “I’ll be your daddy. Use your holes and breed this little pussy just how I like. Don’t that sound nice? Daddy fucking his cum into your little belly?”

You clench at his words, your face practically on fire. You begin to grind against the bear’s nose.

“T-Talk to me more…” you say. Joel smiles, watches the look of frustration appear across your face when he lets go of the plushie and lets it rest against your cunt with no pressure. “Daddy, please!”

“I will, honey. But you have to make yourself feel good, for now. I’ll fuck you when you’ve earned it.”

You mewl as you bring your palm down and press the bear’s nose back against your clit. You begin to move your hips, twisting and turning the stuffed animal in a way that makes your eyes roll back in pleasure. Joel puts his cock back in his hand and jacks himself off with vigor as you practically fuck the bear with your pussy.

“Feel good, baby? Teddy’s nose on your little clit?” Joel murmurs. “Look at you, gorgeous—“ a grin spreads across his face, almost sadistic. He twists his wrist and practically drools down his chin when your doe eyes look up at him, desperate and pleading.

“Wonder what your daddy would think if he figured out you found a new one.”

That shouldn’t make you drip down your thighs, but it does.

“D-Don’t say that, Joel—” you exhale sharply, as your face takes on a look of frustration. The bear isn’t doing enough for you. “Maybe I should find someone else if you aren’t going to fuck me..”

That comment makes Joel mad, and his expression turns dark. With a rough hand he uses your thighs to flip you over onto your hands and knees. Your eyes widen at his sudden change in demeanor, and his palm comes down hard on your left cheek. You gasp, burying your head in your blanket. The teddy bear is thrown next to your face as Joel harshly gropes your ass.

“Don’t tell me what to do, little girl,” he growls. “I’ll say what I damn please. Now hold onto that teddy bear while I split your little cunt open. Because I’m the only one who can.” His breath is hot on your ear, a bit of fear beginning to sweep into your psyche (and maybe a bit of arousal beginning to drip onto the bed). “You understand me, bitch? You’re mine.”

You nod, as much as you can in your position. And when you feel the tip of Joel’s length press against your hole, you begin to stutter.

“W-Wait! Daddy, I-I don’t know if I’m wet enough…”

“Oh, you’re wet enough, baby.” Joel infers, as he looks down at your glistening snatch. “Trust me.”

And when he pushes in, the burning stretch makes your eyes widen. Although not as uncomfortable as you originally expected it to be, he’s still above average; this would be hard for any experienced woman to take, let alone a young virgin like yourself. You cry out, pussy clenching around the cock penetrating your womb. Joel’s eyes are rolled back, sweat beginning to drip down his forehead as he tries to keep himself still.

“Gotta loosen up, baby,” Joel moans. “Gonna cum quick if you keep clenchin’ like that.”

“Can’t help it, daddy, ‘m sorry..” you cry, as he presses in more. After a moment you feel his hips press against you, his cock fully in. He rests there, waiting for you to ask him to move.

“Good?” He murmurs, questionably. You can feel every vein, every ridge of him inside, and it makes you nod dumbly.

“Yes sir.”

“Atta girl.” he praises. He makes one shallow thrust of his hips. It feels odd to you, and a bit painful. But on the next few thrusts, it has your toes curling in carnal pleasure. He feels so hot and warm, and when he grabs your throat from behind and bends you towards him, he presses a kiss to your neck.

“Doin’ so good. Doggy is the hardest position too, baby. You’re such a quick learner.”

And that’s what you like about Joel. He pushes you over your limits, makes you succeed them, go farther than before and then makes you feel amazing about it. In your hazy mind, Joel is practically a god right now.

“T-Thank you, daddy..”

A strangled moan comes out as he picks up his pace and begins to pound you at a rapid rate. The sound of skin on skin feels the room as Joel’s thighs slap against yours.

“So— fuckin’ good for me,” he growls. “Good girl. Going dumb on her daddy’s cock like the desperate little slut she’s supposed to be.”

Your eyes roll back, and he grabs your throat and squeezes hard. Your juices drip down his aching prick and he watches as your cunt swallows him whole. He chuckles when he feels you clenching him unusually hard.

“Gonna cum, darlin’? Or do you need me to touch you some more?”

“Need…” your eyes flutter shut, as you go brain dead on his cock. There’s a small string of desperate pleas of the man’s name in between your sentence.“Need you to touch my clit— Please, daddy, t-touch my clit! Make me cum!”

And then Joel’s fingers are coming down to your slick pearl, rubbing it between his two fingers as you release all over him. Your juices are gushing, squirting all over him and the bed, and Joel honestly doesn’t know how you can be any more perfect. He moans as you cream on him, and with a few more thrusts he’s filling your womb up with his seed.

The only thing left is you and Joel’s shared harsh breaths. Your legs shake as you stay buried in the mattress. It’s too hard to get up right now.

And that’s when you hear the loud voice beginning to come from outside as someone bangs on your bedroom door.

“Y/N! You better not have any boys in my house this late! I can hear you from downstairs! ”

You and Joel freeze. It’s your father, on the other side of the door.

And when the man looks across the hall, he catches sight of the empty and deserted room that his best friend has been staying in for months. You and Joel look at each other with wide eyes as your dad begins to scream, enraged.

“Joel?! Are you in there?!”

[mountainsandmayhem]

Little Dove - A Series

(Joel Miller x female!reader)

18+

Series Summary: After sending both your daughters off to college, you and Joel find yourself to be empty nesters in your early 40’s. However, all that alone time has it’s perks, most of which are kinky.

TW: reach each chapters for specific warnings. 18+

A/N: The love I received from the first story has sent my brain into high gear. I have zero timeline for these stories and they may not come out in the order listed below. The story summaries could change as I write. 🙏🏻 please let me know which you’re most excited for or if you want to be tagged 🙏🏻

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You’re Mine, Little Dove

A walk at night starts with ropes, blindfolds, and ends with the best orgasms of your life, and an even better twist at the end.

Kink: Predator/Prey

Stay Still, Little Dove

Joel reminds you that his wishes are your commands during an interesting bet between you two.

Kink: Vibrator Torture, Pleasure Dom

Taste Her, Little Dove

Joel watches as you explore a new side of yourself.

You’re a Brat, Little Dove

At your 25-year high school reunion, an old classmates is enamoured with your partner; you can’t say that you blame her, but it sparks enough jealousy for you to decide to get Joel’s attention.

Kink: Brat Tamer, Spanking, Dom/Sub

Do Your Worst, Little Dove

Joel gets a taste of his own medicine.

Kink: Role reversal, domme/sub

You're Perfect, Little Dove

Insecurities from the past send you spiralling in a way that only Joel can fix.

Kink: Praise, Pleasure Dom

Touch Yourself, Little Dove

Joel discovers how much he likes to watch.

Kink: Voyeurism

Additional Materials

Thank You @survivingandenduring for this GORGEOUS edit of Joel and his Little Dove.

[decembermidnight]

Learn your place

Summary: You challenge Joel's authority at a meeting. He does not take it well. In fact, he'll teach you where your place is.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: smut, 18+ mdni, dom!Joel, brat tamer!Joel, age gap, wet hair Joel, dry humping, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), edging and orgasm denial (f), humiliation kink, degradation kink, praise kink, lots of dirty talk, spitting, face slapping, creampie, bathtub sex, mirror sex, cum eating

A/N: This is the first time I'm writing for Joel and I'm so excited! This is loosely based on a dream my bestie had. I decided to turn it into a Joel oneshot and gift it to her (and to all of you, of course) for Christmas. As always, comments and reblogs are very appreciated. Divider: @saradika-graphics

Masterlist - read on Ao3

They sent you to meet the Boston group immediately out of the quarantine zone. They came all the way here to settle the score with your rival gang, who tried to fuck with them too.

You set up this meeting to deal with those motherfuckers together and, why not, maybe even establish a new partnership.

There's three of them, one has an angry scowl on his face - you notice him immediately. You can see by the way he walks that he's fuming, but what really gives it away it's his eyes. You've never seen eyes so expressive - looks that could kill. He’s just your type - dangerous, older man.

"You must be Joel." you cross your arms and try to look tough.

His dark eyes scout you as you try to appear as impassive as possible. You notice the way he's looking at you from head to toe, intrigued.

“I am.” he answers, a subtle smirk on his face.

"Good. The others are waiting for us. Let's go."

You sneak back into the QZ and then to the headquarters of your group, an apartment building on the outskirts.

While you have the meeting in the basement, you feel Joel's gaze on your body. You try not to look at him too much but it's hard. He's magnetic and charming, sitting with his arms crossed right in front of you. You keep exchanging looks as the others talk.

Right when your group leader says something about what happened with the rival gang, he starts talking.

"Just tell me where their hideout is - I will go there now and kill them all like the rats that they are." he says casually, shrugging.

"That’s not a good idea." you instinctively reply in a quiet voice.

"What the fuck do you know about this anyway?" he snaps at you, not enjoying the way you challenge his authority.

"You can’t kill everyone who steps in your way." you try to be superior and keep calm, not wanting to give in to anger yet.

"That's the only reason why I'm here." he growls back.

"If you do so, FEDRA will be on us and will ruin all of our plans, including yours. I have worked my ass off to be where we are now and I will not allow that." you stand up from your chair and look at him from head to toe "Now shut up, and listen to what we’re going to do."

"Are you giving me orders?!" he snarls as he stands up and starts walking towards you.

You two look at each other in the eyes, making the room atmosphere unbearable for everyone except the two of you. The others are silent, feeling the tension, the anger, the looks you exchange.

"Hey, you two. Calm down. We came here to find a solution, not to fight between us." Tommy, Joel’s brother, intervenes, but it has now become a challenge to hold your gaze into each other’s eyes.

"Joel. Let's hear what they have to say. They know the territory and the people better than we do." he adds.

Joel looks at you from head to toe. "Fine." he growls as he goes sitting back in his chair.

The rest of the group goes on talking about the best strategy to adopt, but you two are too busy glaring at each other to even bother paying attention to what they’re saying.

After what it felt like years, a compromise was reached. Joel, his group and a couple of your guys are supposed to go there and scare them off, just to give them a warning, an ultimatum.

Everyone finally leaves the building and you remain alone to complete some minor tasks before heading back home.

It’s only a matter of minutes - you’re almost done with your assignment when a heavy storm breaks out and not long after, you hear a loud explosion coming from the city.

You’re just about to go check the window when you hear a loud banging on the door and immediately go see who that might be.

It’s Joel, to your surprise, and he’s completely drenched due to the storm outside. You must admit he looks even better with wet hair.

"Fucking Fireflies blew up a building and now FEDRA is patrolling the streets. We split up. This house was the closest to where I was. I need a place for the night." his voice is authoritative - he is not requesting it, he is demanding it.

"Look who came back begging for my help after showing me no respect at all. What if I say no?" you cross your arms and lean on the doorframe, a smirk on your face.

He scoffs and shakes his head.

"So willing to spare those fuckers' lives, but when it comes to help your new ally, you refuse?"

"So… you're my ally now?" you taunt him.

You see that look on his face again, his eyes full with rage staring back at yours.

"Are you having fun?" his voice is firm and cold.

You chuckle, seeing how quickly he gets pissed off.

"You can bet I am. Come with me, I'll show you a spare room we have."

He nods and follows you upstairs.

"That'll do?" you ask as he looks around the small apartment, hands on his hips, knee tilted out. He gives you another nod in assent.

Just as you turn around to leave, you feel a hand grabbing your wrist firmly.

"Hey. Where do you think you're going?!" he pins you to the wall, his left hand leaning on it so that you can’t escape from him. You hold your gaze and look at him in his dark, angry, lustful eyes.

"Did you enjoy speaking to me like that earlier?" his voice is firm and low-pitched, almost a growl.

"W-what?" you are caught by surprise at the way he grabbed you and at the way he’s addressing you right now, and you don’t know how to react.

"Did you really think I'd let it pass by? After the way you spoke to me during the meeting?"

You are speechless, you suddenly feel hot, your breathing is getting labored and your chest heaves due to the abrupt tension filling the room, but you still try to challenge him with your eyes, glaring at him like earlier, not wanting to appear weak in front of him.

"Little brat. Disrespecting me like that, speaking to me like that, and now looking at me like that. You think you're tough?"

You keep holding your gaze, staring directly at him.

"Stop it. Now." you try to act stiff and impassive, but the intense way he’s looking at you is making you falter.

"Still trying to speak to me like that?! There's nobody here to impress, no one can protect you here." he goads you, his face getting closer to yours.

"Protect me from who?"

"From me. Little brat." he grabs you by the hair and starts kissing you in an angry, passionate way. You lean into the kiss as he sticks his tongue in your mouth, welcoming it and doing the same with yours, savoring the faint whisky taste on his lips. You can't help letting out a moan at how much you're enjoying it. When he hears that, he pushes you further against the wall and starts to rip your clothes off your body feverishly, beginning with your shirt. His lips trail down to your neck as he unhooks your bra and unbuttons your jeans, yanking them over your ass together with your underwear in one swift move.

"J-Joel..." you sigh when he runs his hands all over your naked, quivering body, feeling how soft your skin is, playing with one of your hardened nipples as his teeth sink into your neck.

He turns you around, slamming you against the wall.

"Shut up. You need to learn your place. I will show you where you belong." he growls lustfully.

"H-how dare you… Asshole-" you let out in an aroused sigh as he brings your arms behind your back, holding them still in the tight grasp of his hand.

"I told you to shut the fuck up. You don't get to speak to me like that, do you understand?!"

He gets close to your ear.

"Speak when you're spoken to. I said - do you understand?" he whispers darkly as he lets his right hand slide between your legs and starts touching your clit, feeling how wet you got for him already.

"Y-yes..." you moan.

"I knew it." he smirks "Acting all tough and badass earlier, but you're dripping between your legs. This pussy is begging to be fucked, isn't it?" he rasps, his hot breath on your neck as he slides two fingers inside of your achingly needy cunt, earning a desperate groan of pleasure from you when he does. You can’t hide anymore how much you want this.

"Yes, it is." he growls in your ear, answering himself, pleased as he hears your breathy moans when he draws circles on your clit, his fingers soaked in your arousal up to the knuckle.

“Now let me see how obedient you are and take your clothes off." he orders as he keeps teasing your slit.

You step out of your boots and jeans in a rush, now completely naked at his mercy.

He then grabs you by the arm and takes you to the bathroom, forcing you to kneel in the tub as he opens the tap to fill it with warm water.

He starts to slowly unbutton his flannel shirt as he has his gaze locked on yours. You look at his face, at his dark eyes that are devouring you in hatred and lust.

When he starts to unbutton his jeans, you divert your eyes from his and look at the bulge in his underwear.

"Hey. Eyes on me." he lifts your chin with his hand, but it’s hard to resist when his erection is right in front of your face.

“What are your eyes looking at, hm? I saw that. Disrespectful brat. I believe I said to look at me.”

You try to mumble some words but you can’t speak, too aroused to even think of an answer.

“Answer me. Were you looking at this?” he grips his cock tight in his hand, and you try not to look away from him this time.

“Look at it.” he grabs you by your hair and forces you to look at the deliciously thick cock in his hand as he slowly strokes it before your face.

“Do you want it?” he coos darkly.

You nod lightly, entranced by the way his hand slides on the thick shaft, following its movement with your eyes.

“I didn’t hear you.” he rasps as he lowers himself to your level and closes the tap.

“Yes, Joel, I want it. Give it to me.”

“Still giving me orders? What did I tell you about giving me orders?”

“Please, Joel, give it to me.” you plead.

“Hm, that’s better.” he says as he walks into the bathtub and sits.

He grabs your waist and makes you straddle him, and then he starts to kiss you again. He cups your face with his hands as he sticks his tongue in your mouth. You abandon yourself to him completely, following his lead and feeling his erection brushing against your lower belly.

"Here." he grabs you by the hips so that you can start grinding against him. You let out a moan when you feel the tip of his cock brushing against your clit and keep dry humping him to give yourself pleasure.

"Look at you - getting off on my dick like the desperate slut that you are. Hmm? You like it?"

"Fuck. Yes." you let out in an aroused sigh as you keep rolling your hips on his.

His hands keep guiding your movements as you go on kissing each other.

His lips start to trail down your neck, covering it in kisses that make you groan uncontrollably as you keep dry humping his cock.

He grabs his cock in his hand as the other one pushes your butt down to make you sit on it. You feel his thick girth stretching your needy walls, feeling every ridge and vein as you slowly sink down on it, making you both moan looking at each other in the eyes.

Once he’s inside of you completely, you start riding him, your hands on his shoulders as the water ripples and sloshes and he looks at you, a dark smirk on his face when he sees how much you're enjoying it. You get close to him to moan on his mouth, to see his reaction. He gets close, so close to your lips, but that's when you pull away to tease him. He growls, grabbing your hair with his hand and bringing you to him, taking what he wants, sticking his daring tongue in your mouth one more time. The longing, passionate way he’s kissing you and his thick cock stretching your walls bring you close to the edge already. You feel the tingle of the orgasm approaching, your breath gets even more laboured and you start trembling. He notices, feeling you shake under his touch, panting on his lips.

"What?! Already? No. Not yet. Don't you even think about it." he digs his fingers in your butt cheek to push you further down on his cock, impaling you, and grabs your head with his other arm, holding you still against him as he starts to brutally pound you, making your eyes cross.

"Fuck! You're gonna make me come!" you scream.

"Hold it for me." he replies in a low grunt in between thrusts.

“Joel-” you plead in between moans.

"Not yet. Not yet."

You moan louder as your grip on his shoulders tightens and your eyes squeeze due to the pleasure.

"Hey. Eyes on me." he reminds you.

You open your eyes and your nails start scratching his skin in a desperate attempt to obey his order, making him grunt.

"I can't Joel, I can't, please-"

"Stop it. I said not yet."

“But I’m so close!” you whimper.

He sighs as he slips out of you, leaving you needy and empty, making you whine as you feel your climax fading away as you were right on the edge.

"Get up. Now."

You comply whimpering as you both get out of the tub, now in front of each other.

"On your knees." he orders, and you obey immediately.

He lets out a dark chuckle when he sees how obedient you got.

You look at him in the eyes as he grabs his cock in his hand and trails the tip on your lips, only for you to give small licks to it, tasting your arousal on it.

He pushes its tip in your mouth and you welcome it, avidly sucking it while looking at him, smirking at you. He grabs the back of your head and pushes his cock into your throat, making your eyes squeeze shut.

"What is it? What is it, huh? Acting like a badass earlier and now you can't even take it all in your throat?" he keeps your head still, cupping it in his hands, as he thrusts into your mouth getting off at how welcoming and yielding you have suddenly become. He pulls your head away from his cock and you gasp for air, your face is drenched in spit and precum and you have tears in the corners of your eyes.

"Look at me. Oh, you don't act like a badass anymore, huh? Where's that superior look you gave me during the meeting? Where is it? You looked at me from head to toe but damn, look at you now. I want to fuck you. You need to learn your place."

He kneels before you, lowering himself at your level.

"I want to fuck you." he growls articulating his words as he passes his thumb on your lips, cleaning the spit from your mouth.

“Now get up.” he orders as he pushes his thumb in your mouth and you suck it, feeling your needy cunt clench when you hear him saying those things as he looks you in the eyes.

When you stand up, he grabs your chin and kisses you rabidly and lustfully as you walk towards the bed, where he pushes you down and lays on top of you, leaning on his elbow as he grabs his cock in his hand.

“Let’s see if you still act like a badass now.” he slides his cock inside of you, smirking at the way your lips part in ecstasy and at the moan you let out, your eyes opening wide at how delighted being so full of him makes you feel.

Once he’s deep inside of you, he starts to slowly thrust in and out of you. He cups your face with his hands and gets close, so close that you can feel his hot breath on your lips.

“Can you feel how wet you are?” he whispers.

You nod, smiling at him, hearing the obscene sounds your drenched pussy makes as it helplessly sucks his thick cock in, clenching around it in ecstasy, making you roll your eyes.

When he sees that, he immediately sets a brutal, devastating pace. You’re enjoying it so much that you can’t hold back your screams and can’t even look straight anymore, your eyes squeezing shut in bliss.

"Fucking look at you. Slut. You can't even keep your eyes open." he slaps you in the face and makes you smile and clench around him, so unbelievably turned on at the humiliating way he’s treating you.

"Your dick is too good." you mumble.

"Hmm? Too good? Show me. Open your mouth."

You do, obeying his command instinctively, sticking your tongue out for him, and he spits inside. You moan provocatively as you savour his saliva in your mouth and then swallow it.

"You like being fucked and treated like the fucking whore that you are, don't you?" he grabs you by the jaw, forcing it open, bringing your face close to his and spitting in your mouth once again. You lick your lips greedily, humming and looking at him in the eyes as he treats you with such disdain.

“Enjoying this dick so much, you can’t even answer me. What would little miss strong independent woman from earlier say if she saw you now, hm? What would she say?” he goads you, but the only result he gets is you getting even wetter and louder.

He gets up on his knees in front of you as he spreads your legs to bury his cock even deeper inside of you. He grabs your arm to lift you, so that you’re now straddling his lap, his cock pleasurably rubbing against your clit as you groan helplessly. He’s holding you tight in his arms as you wrap yours around his shoulders. He passes a hand in his hair to comb his wet hair out of the way. You divert your eyes from his to admire his thick bicep as he does, biting your lip when you get a glimpse of that, but he grabs your chin.

“Look at me, fucking look at me.” he growls “Where is the thug smuggler from earlier, hm? Where is she? You wanted to look smart in front of everyone, but where are you now? Where the fuck are you now? Who the fuck do you think you are? You wanted to act bossy with me. With me. You need to learn your place when you talk to me. Understand?”

You nod as he keeps talking to you like that, beginning to feel the tingle of your orgasm between your legs.

"Come on now. Let me see how good you are at riding my dick." he smirks as he lays down on the bed so that now you’re on top, your hands on the sides of his head and his fingers digging tight into your hips. You immediately start riding him, feeling how wet you are - your arousal drenching the both of you, making everything slick and slippery and hot. You let your hips roll, feeling his cock sliding in and out of you, your clit brushing his skin, getting you on the edge of your orgasm again. You try to keep everything inside, hoping he won’t notice how fast riding his dick gets you embarrassingly close in no time.

“I can see you’re almost there. You can’t hold it anymore, can you?”

“I can’t - can’t take it anymore, Joel.” you stutter.

“I told you no. Not yet. Hold it.” he orders in a calm, low voice that has the opposite effect, getting you even closer.

“Joel, Joel, I can’t-”

He grabs your hips so that your pussy is now grinding on his cock, making it a torture to hold it in. You can tell he’s having fun with it, looking at your desperate face, hearing your pleading voice, feeling you clamp around him.

“Joel-” your hands curl into fists, grabbing the bed sheet under him out of desperation.

“No, you can’t hold it. I can see that. You can’t. You’re such a whore.” he mocks you.

"Please, please let me come." you plead him.

He smirks as he looks at you.

"Beg me."

"I beg you, Joel. I'm begging you. Please, let me come. Please, please please-"

"Begging me?" he chuckles "Couldn’t ever imagine the proud woman I saw earlier downstairs begging me to let her come. Give you a little bit of dick and look at you - a begging girl? Holy fuck, you're pathetic."

"Please, please, please" you keep chanting, even more turned on by how he's treating you.

"Fine. If you want it so much, you can have it. You can't help it, hm? You can't help coming on my dick. Let me feel how tight your little pussy gets for me. But don't you even think it’ll be over. I'm not done with you. Now come, fucking slut. Come. Come!" he snarls.

You finally let it all out and come on his dick, screaming loudly, spasming around him uncontrollably. You try to keep your eyes on him, but they can't avoid rolling up.

"Coming so fucking hard you can't even look at me. Whore." he chuckles darkly.

As the feeling of the orgasm slowly fades out, you pant and stay still to catch your breath as he keeps pounding you.

"More. Please, Joel, more." you let out in your post orgasmic haze, smiling at him, your eyes nearly closed, feeling blissful and dizzy.

"More?! You want more?!" he snickers "Aren't you an insatiable whore?"

"Don't stop fucking me, Joel. Don't stop."

"Still giving me orders, I see."

"Please, don't stop."

"So pathetic. Bet you want to come again. Do you want it?"

"Yes. Yes, please."

"Then obey me."

You nod.

"Let me see it. Let me see that beautiful pussy getting pounded by my cock."

You lean back and stand on your feet and hands, legs spread wide open to give him the best visual, just like he wants.

"Good girl. Now ride it."

You start riding it and he grabs your hips to guide you - he lets his dick slip out almost completely, only leaving the tip inside for a few seconds. You look at him, shaking and whimpering at the lack of his cock. When he hears that, his gaze goes from your pussy to your eyes, and that’s when he brings your body down, slamming it deep inside of you as he watches you throw your head back due to the pleasure of feeling so full of him once again.

"Hey. I told you to keep your eyes on me." he grabs your chin and slaps you in the face.

He keeps guiding your movements by holding you by the hips to help you move up and down in conjunction with his thrusts.

"Will you look at that? So beautiful." he starts to touch your clit with his thumb and you lose it completely, letting out a loud, breathy groan.

"How badly do you want this?"

"So. Fucking. Bad."

He keeps rubbing your clit as he thrusts into you relentlessly, until you feel your orgasm approaching once again.

Just when you're about to come, right when you’re on the edge, he stops.

"What the fuck, Joel?!" you snarl at him and he smirks in response.

"Look at the angry whore from earlier. I was wondering if she was still with us. Here. Here's your orgasm, you needy slut."

He starts rubbing your clit again, driving you over the edge in no time, making you come. He looks at your pussy spasming around his dick as you groan loudly, completely out of control.

Once the feeling fades out and you come back from your high, he puts the very same thumb he used to make you come in your mouth.

"Suck it."

You do, brushing it with your tongue, licking it clean, savoring your orgasm as he keeps railing you.

“Come on. I’m not done with you. Stand up.”

Your legs are shaky as you obey his order. He brings you to the bathroom, bending you over on the sink, in front of the mirror and immediately sticks his dick inside of you so hard that air leaves your lungs in a breathy moan and stays still.

“Fuck yourself on my cock.” he orders, his gaze locked on the mirror.

You start to move your body to obey his order and feel his dick slipping in and out of you. You bite your lip moaning provocatively as you do.

“What a fucking whore. You make me want to wreck you.”

“Please, Joel, do. Wreck me.” you plead groaning as you keep fucking yourself on his dick.

He grabs you by your hips, pushing his cock deep inside of you, and resumes the brutal pace from earlier, making you roll your eyes.

"Fuck. What now? Look at you. Look how pathetic you are when I fuck you. Look at yourself. Did you really think you could go against me like that? You looked at me with those eyes, such a strong woman. Now look at you, look at yourself in the mirror."

His dick is so good you can't even lift your head.

"I said look." he grabs you by the hair and pushes your face against the mirror.

You’re an absolute mess - wet hair sticks to your face, flustered and hot as he keeps giving you his cock.

"Where is that gaze now? Where is it?! Where is that gaze now that my cock is inside of you?! Do you like how good I’m fucking you, huh?! Your pussy is so wet, I'm going fucking insane! You are enjoying it so much, I can feel it, aren't you?! Tell me. Speak, whore."

"A-ah... Y-yes I am" you can only mumble.

"Say that you're Joel Miller's whore as you look at yourself."

"I am Joel Miller's whore." you drawl, subjugated by the way he’s dominating you, taking genuine pleasure in saying that.

He starts to rub your clit with his fingers, making you roll your eyes and smile.

"Who is making you come so fucking hard?"

"You!" you scream, on the edge of your orgasm already, panting and shaking in anticipation.

"Scream my name when you come, fucking whore."

You can only let out the first syllable of his name before it’s turned into a loud scream. He holds your hair tight in his grasp so that you’re forced to look at yourself as you come.

He grunts when he feels how tight you get for him, strangling his thick cock in your grasp.

"You can't even speak properly, you look like a completely different person from before. Don't you feel ashamed, slut?! Oh fuck, your wet pussy is making me come. Do you want it? Do you want my cum?? Speak, whore." he rasps.

"I want it. I want it, Joel. Please, I want all of your cum." you pant in bliss.

"I can't fucking take it anymore, I'm coming. I can't stop... Your pussy is so fucking perfect. I want it. I want to fill you up with my cum. I wanna put you back in your place. You won't be so daring in looking at me like that next time. Let me give you a hard lesson. I-I can't-" his voice is hot and desperate as he gets close to his own orgasm.

His grip on your hair and hip tightens and he snarls as he comes, giving you a few hard thrusts, pushing his cock deep inside of you and filling your wrecked pussy with his hot cum, pulsing and throbbing inside of you, headily panting in your ear.

He slips out of you slowly, making you look at his cum dripping out of you. He collects it with his fingers and brings it to your mouth.

“Eat it.” he orders.

You immediately welcome them into your mouth, looking at yourself in the mirror as you taste the salty bitterness of you two blended together, humming in pleasure as he pushes his digits in your mouth.

“Yeah - that's what you fucking get. Don’t you ever, ever, disrespect me like that again. I hope you did learn your place.”

[auteurdelabre]

So Much to Lose PART SEVEN dark!Joel x f!Reader

story summary: Newly settled into Jackson city and forced to go on patrols with the miserable Joel Miller sets off a chain of events and encounters that have you questioning everything, including your own heart.

rating: 18+

tags: Oral sex (m receiving), allusions to female masturbation, brief description of animal violence, angst, praise, dirty talk, nickname: Good Girl, mentions of postpartum, mentions of trauma, dom/sub dynamics.

a/n: Alright y'all I got some amazing comments from a hilarious person on A03 and it put me in such a good mood that I'm releasing this chapter ASAP. The comments really do make me write faster, as do reblogs and comments here... {hint hint}

I love y'all for following me and since I have almost 850 followers (when did that happen?) I'm planning something special for (if) I hit 1,000 followers here, somethin' real good.

Without further ado, here's the chapter and we find out a bit more about our MC's past and she and Joel finally talk about what's going on between them. . . sorta.

Chapter 6 here

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Chapter 7: Spoiled

You thought that the fear on patrols had abated. Not only were you on horseback, but you were paired with Joel, arguably one of the best shots in Jackson City.

So when he leads you to a path you aren’t familiar with, the first icy tendrils of fear slipping through you. When he orders you to stop your horse alongside his at the mouth of a forest you feel the overwhelming urge to vomit.

“Where are we?”

You speak so softly he doesn’t hear you, he stops just outside the dense forest, sliding off Midnight and tying him off to a nearby tree. He glances over his shoulder to see you still sitting atop Chestnut, your gun on your back and your eyes scanning the perimeter.

“What’re you waitin’ for?”

“What are we doing here?”

"We need to check the forest for traps," Joel explains to you. "The other patrol group sets ‘em up for large game. We check ‘em every couple of weeks." 

"Why can't we take the horses?"

"Too dangerous for ‘em inside," Joel explains. "We take ‘em in just enough to hide them but the roots and terrain are too much for ‘em. Too easy to twist their ankles." 

"Why can't the other patrols check?"

"They do," Joel says gruffly. "We take turns every week. This is our week. Now stop complainin' and let's go." 

You slide off of Chestnut at his order, but you make no move to go towards the forest. Too much is happening, too many noises and sounds and fears.

"J-Joel, I can stay with the horses." You don’t even hide the panic that’s crept into your voice.

"I said let's go," Joel huffs, gripping you by the upper arm and dragging you into the forest with him. He keeps his grip on you the entire way to the traps, almost knowing that the second he releases you, you’ll go rushing from the horrible dense of the forest.

Your feet drag but his grip is so strong that it doesn’t matter. Eventually you fall in line, marching alongside him. He doesn’t see that your eyes are closed, that he’s guiding you blindly through the forest. You simply lean into his grip, letting him lead as you follow.  

When you reach the traps a short while later he finally releases your upper arm. You find you immediately miss the safety of that grip and you are sure to stand close to him as he looks over the metallic traps.

“Why do you put them here?”

“S’where we find most of the game,” he explains distractedly as he surveys them. “Bait hasn’t been touched though, so nothin’s come by recently.”

He makes a circle around the perimeter and you can’t help but follow like a lost puppy. All of a sudden Joel stills. You can see the way his back goes rigid, his body coming to a full stop so abruptly you almost walk into him. 

You hear it, the gentle popping noise and you feel your body go numb with shock.

Clickers.

This is it. You're done for. You can’t even reach for your weapon, can’t even move a fraction. You’ve gone rigid, your eyes blown wide.

Joel raises his gun and you wait for the creature to come charging out of the woods.  You're confused when it goes off and a large bird falls to the ground away from you, thudding to the ground.

You’re still frozen in spot, watching as Joel walks over to it, nudging it with his foot. Satisfied he takes it by the beak, carrying it back to where you still stand looking terrified. His brows quirk.  

“S’wrong with you?”

"I thought it w-was one of them,” you whisper. “A clicker."

"Clickers sound different," Joel tells your blanched face. "More of a wet sound. But these birds sorta sound like em. S'why I kill em when I can." 

Joel looks to see your gun still strapped to your back, not even produced and you see irritation cross his face. 

"What would you do if you saw a clicker heading your way?" Joel asks you as the two of you walk through the forest back to the horses. "If you had no weapon and I wasn't here?"

Joel isn't one for casual conversation so you're immediately on guard. This is a test. But one you don't know how to pass. You glance around at your surroundings, noting the rocks and fallen branches from the trees. 

"Fire maybe?"

"You're gonna hunker down and build a fire while an infected is racin' towards you?" Joel scoffs. 

"Oh right," you mumble, feeling shame paint your cheeks. Your eyes scan around you again.  "Get a sharp stick? Stab it?"

"You get close enough to stab one you're already dead."

"A rock-"

Joel's deadened stare thrown over his shoulder at you stops you from guessing further and humiliating yourself. The two of you continue walking in silence before he finally breaks it. 

"If you see something coming towards you and you don't have a weapon, you gotta think smart," Joel explains. "You climb a tree, a good sturdy, tall one with thick branches. Infected can't climb trees."

"I've seen ‘em climb ladders," you argue. "And cars."

"Barely," Joel says patting the large tree trunk to his right. "And they'll only try to climb if they hear you up there. Once you're in the trees you stay still and quiet. Same goes for Raiders. You hide yourself in the tree and don't move. It's your only hope." 

"Okay."

"Repeat it."

"If I am unarmed and in danger I need to climb up a tree," you reply flatly. "I need to remain quiet and out of sight."

“Good.”

You shakily make it back to the horses and continue on with your usual patrols. When you get inside the old building and finish your log notes you pause to look at your dual signatures. How his wide printing almost looks like its shielding your tiny script.

He’s not as sullen as usual and you know it’s because of what’s going to happen. You share your lunch in an easy silence before you’re on your knees between he and the wall, your eyes covered by the red scarf, your hands bracing your thighs. His cock fills your mouth deliciously and you feel warmth blooming behind your ribs.

“Swirl your tongue,” he orders breathlessly and you acquiesce. You love that he tells you exactly what he wants. You love how good it feels to do this right, to have the rest of the world fade away, where all you can hear and smell and taste is Joel. To feel his heavy hand on the crown of your head, holding you gently in place.

He barely talks, just let's you bob your mouth along until you feel that familiar stutter of his hips that tells you he's close. He comes quickly today, his voice gruff.

"Swallow it down."

When you pull off him minutes later he doesn't unwind the scarf right away. You hear him breathing above you as he tucks himself away. Moments pass and you sit patiently, head cocked in curiosity. You feel as if he's staring at you, and you can't understand why. 

Finally he comes to unwind the scarf from around your eyes. You expect him to wordlessly walk from you, but instead he’s panting softly, his cheeks stained with red. He looks at your mouth, his tongue trailing over his lower lip.

"Show me your tongue," he demands in a low voice.

Even though this request seems unlike him you tilt your head back, opening your mouth widely and sticking out your tongue to show your clean tongue. 

You feel strangely vulnerable pierced by the quiet gaze of Joel Miller. You've done much filthier things than stick out your tongue but you're never been looking at him while you do it, able to see the haunted eyes that stare back at you.

"Good girl," he rasps.

You watch him zipping and buttoning his jeans before he casts one last look at you. He blinks slowly and then strides from the room, his face back in its customary scowl.

You listen for the front door downstairs to open and shut. You can’t even make it to the bathroom before your hands are sliding under your jeans and you’re whimpering as you bring yourself off to the rumbling chorus of good girl that echoes in your mind.

///

Later that week you artfully arrange the paper flowers in an amber wine bottle you got from the Tipsy Bison. You rest it on your kitchen table smiling at the colorful arrangement. After making Maria's second bouquet you found yourself eager to make one of your own to brighten the space. You like looking at it, enjoy seeing the bright colors in your unadorned home.  

You take the secondary bouquet of colorful flowers and wrap them in a strip of old cloth. The weather is drizzling and you don't want them to be ruined. You hide them in a small linen bag you use for groceries and then pull on your coat. 

The walk towards the dining hall is pleasant despite the drizzle and you're surprised at how many of the children laugh and run through the falling droplets. When you were a child there were always video games and television shows to occupy your space indoors on gloomy days. These children have none of those luxuries but you can’t help but observe that they look more joyful than you ever did.

No wasting life. 

Breakfast with Jennifer is a quick affair. She’s with that group of friends you met a while ago. The only one who stands out to you is tall Luke with the easy smile and soft countenance. He makes you feel at ease when you’re around him.

“Have you been practicing your shooting?” Jessica asks, looking effortlessly beautiful in her oversized sweater. Luke glances up from his breakfast, intrigued at the conversation. You pretend not to notice.

“Uh, not really. I don’t have a working gun of my own.”

Jessica is wide-eyed. “How could you not tell me? I have one that I don’t even use anymore! Come by tomorrow and I’ll show you how to use it.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Jennifer insists with a smile that makes you feel warm from the inside out.

You’re incredibly grateful for the kindness Jennifer has shown you, and despite how popular and well liked she is, she’s taken you under her wing. She has nothing to gain from it – except perhaps intel on Joel which you never seem to have. But you’ve noticed she asks about him less, she’s more interested in you.

It’s like she might be your friend. The first real friend you’ve had in a long time.

The walk over to Maria’s place is a quick one. The raindrops have stopped thankfully, but you worry that the swollen grey clouds above you might open up at any second.

The door opens on your first rap as if Tommy was waiting for you to arrive. He gives you a warm greeting, opening the door further and the aroma of fresh coffee floats out to greet you.

"Hi. Is Maria around?"

"Yeah she is, we actually have some folks over now-"

"That's fantastic," you say to him quickly before producing the flowers from inside the makeshift wrapping. "I tried some new designs out. Thought Maria would like 'em. Have a good morning."

He takes the bundle from you before you prepare to take off. You're so happy to hear that Maria is doing better; it makes your heart feel full.

"Wait, I wasn't sayin' that so you'd go," Tommy chuckles, long fingers touching your shoulder to stop you from leaving. "Come inside. We're havin' coffee. Maria’d love to see you." 

You pause before you think of what awaits you at home: nothing really. An empty house, no family, no books you haven't already read over and over. What could it hurt especially when it seems like his desire to have you come in might be sincere?

"Okay." 

You’re about to toe off your shoes when you notice the scuffed boots and mud splattered sneakers sat next to the door and you feel your stomach flip. You recognize those boots.

Tommy doesn’t notice your sudden reluctance, he simply ushers you into the living room where everyone sits chatting quietly before the fire. Maria and Ellie are deep in conversation next to each other on the couch. Joel sits in one of the armchairs, his ankles folded. He looks so at ease, his eyes on Ellie and a paternal look of love in his eyes.

The second you enter the room however and his dark eyes move to take you in, you see the gentle curl of his mouth disappear.

Good girl.

You feel a flutter of nerves go through you and you force your attention to the back of Maria’s head.

“Look who dropped by with more flowers,” Tommy announces before looking at you. “You want a coffee or somethin’?”

“No, I’m fine thanks.”

Maria looks up from where she sits next to Ellie on the couch and smiles at you. Joel gives you a lazy once over before turning his attention to the gently roaring fire. You don’t miss the tic in his jaw and for a moment you actually feel guilty that you’ve broken up this peaceful morning for him.  

“I’m so glad you came back,” Maria enthuses, her dark eyes shining with delight. “Please come take a seat.”

You settle into the empty chair by the fireplace opposite Joel as Tommy hands the flowers to Maria. You haven't seen Ellie much since she got irritated with you about the whole Jennifer thing. You give her a tentative smile from across the room, grateful when she returns it. 

"That's so cool," Ellie marvels, touching the paper petals gently.

"I wish I knew how to make these," Maria sighs happily as she gazes at them. "Seeing the other ones every day makes the place feel so cheerful. I'm gonna put these ones in the baby's room."

"I could teach you how to make them if you wanted," you offer gently. "It's not too complicated."

You hope you don’t sound pathetic and needy. There’s something about Maria’s vulnerability that calls to you. It makes you want to protect her in some way. You realize belatedly that it’s not just your Aunt she reminds you of, but your sister.

"I don't think I'd have the patience," Maria says with a gentle wave of her hand. "I just like looking at them."

"I wanna learn," Ellie pipes up, making you suppress a pleased grin. "I like flowers."

"Since when?" Joel murmurs with a smirk. You sneak a glance at him before looking back to Ellie who frowns at her father-figure.

"I've always liked flowers."

"Thought you were dead set on learnin' to bake," Tommy muses over his coffee mug. “I

"Maybe I wanna learn both," Ellie snarks back at him. "Is that a fuckin' crime?"

"Language," Joel mutters in her direction. 

"I'm happy to teach you both," you say with a little laugh to yourself. "Thought I can't say I'm an expert on either."

"Really?"

"Yeah, of course," you say before your eyes sail over to the unmoving authority figure by the fireplace. "If that's okay with you?"

"Only if she's done with her chores," Joel finally supplies with a sigh, gripping his coffee mug a little tighter. "And if you don't break the damn oven."

Of course his assumption would be that you'd break something. You try to hold in the grimace that threatens to spill over your features. 

Ellie makes a little hiss of victory before giggling at you. You feel the frost from your Jennifer misstep is behind you now. The sound of Douglas’ cries break into the room and both Maria and Tommy quickly move into the bedroom to console him. You look back at Ellie.

"How's school?"

"Boring," she answers honestly. "Can't wait until I'm done with it."

"I miss it," you tell her honestly as you shift in your chair. "I really loved being in class, sharing ideas, learning."

"You're weird."

"Ellie," Joel warns. 

"S'fine," you say with a soft chuckle. "I am weird."

Before Joel can reply Maria and Tommy have re-entered the room with Tommy holding a drowsy Douglas in his arms with Maria trailing after the two of them. 

"He heard your voice and wanted to say thank you for the flowers," she says kindly. 

You smile as Douglas is placed gently into your arms by Tommy while the glossy eyed Maria looks on. You smile down at the sweet angelic face, your voice a soft murmur. 

"Well, you're very welcome, Douglas." 

The baby blinks, grunting a moment and wiggling. He's warm in your arms, but not heavy. You slowly rock him in your embrace inhaling the sweet scent of milk and that intoxicating baby smell.  

"Hello," you coo softly at him as he stretches. Maria joins Tommy on the couch next to Ellie, curling her legs under her. 

The rest of the group has begun talking about the movie playing this weekend. Trying to decide between a western and some Disney thing someone found on patrols. You're distracted by Douglas' long eyelashes over caramel skin. The pout of his pink mouth and the way he gurgles a toothless smile up in your direction. 

"Adorable," you murmur, grazing his cheek with the pad of your thumb. "Aren't you just the sweetest thing, little Miller?"

You grin widely down at him, wanting to press a kiss to his downy forehead but holding back. He's not your family after all. Instead you take his tiny hand in yours, marveling at the perfection of his small fingers dwarfed by your own. 

"He's so perfect," you mutter more to yourself than anyone else. 

"Gets his good looks from his mama," Tommy says throwing his arm over Maria's shoulders. He presses a kiss to her cheek as she grins. 

"Ain't that the truth," Joel murmurs, drawing a good natured chuckle from Tommy. 

"You want kids?" Ellie asks you bluntly, forcing the attention of the room your way. You take a moment to consider the question. 

"I dunno," you finally answer honestly. "Never really thought about it."

"I sure don't," she replies easily. "They're noisy, they stink, and they’re just too much work."

"Same could be said for teenagers," Joel murmurs behind his coffee cup, drawing chuckles from everyone but Ellie who gives him a playful shove. 

You suppress a smirk before your finger traces down the soft cheek of Douglas''. He blinks up at you, gurgling again.

"Motherhood looks natural on you," Maria says in a voice laced with sorrow. You know what she's thinking. Tommy is glancing at her with concern in his features. 

"Not as natural as on you, Maria," you assure her kindly. "I promise."

Maria nods but it's clear she doesn't believe you. You don't know that you believe you either. But she needs to hear it, needs to know that she possesses it even if it doesn't feel like it right now. 

Tommy shoots you a grateful smile that you return. You can only imagine how hard it is to love someone so much and not be able to fix them. To have so few options to help now in this new world. 

"So you’re interested in the kitchen still, Ellie?" Tommy teases her. "Gonna whip us up somethin’ good? Be a real Martha Stewart?"

Ellie wrinkles her nose. "A who?"

Ellie starts talking about the kitchen but you're distracted by the bundle in your arms. Douglas has fallen asleep again and his tiny snores makes your mouth curl into a bemused smirk. 

You feel eyes on you and when you glance up you're surprised to see Joel's steady gaze on you holding the baby. When he catches you looking his way, his eyes snap over to his brother who is explaining all about Martha Stewart.

"We've got stuff to do," Joel says pushing himself up from the chair. "C'mon Ellie."

"I wanna stay."

"You've got chores," Joel tells her firmly. "And you've put ‘em off all week. Let's go."

His tone is stern but his face is pure patience as Ellie sighs dramatically. She comes to a stand sighing again and about to leave when she seems to remember something and steps towards you, her face suddenly animated.

"How about Sunday for baking? You can come to ours."

Go to Joel’s house? The thought has you in a panic, your eyes darting from her to Joel. "Uh, if it's okay with-."

"Joel is that okay?" Ellie claps her hands in front of her dramatically and she turns to face him. "Pleeeeeease?"

Joel moves his tongue to the corner of his cheek, looking thoughtfully at Ellie’s desperate face before sighing wearily.

"Just tell me what I need to get," Joel says to the space beside your head. "Eggs ‘n stuff like that."

"Sure. I'll give you a list on Thursday." 

Joel nods, still not making eye contact with you but that's okay. You don't really want him to. Just the mention of Thursday has you slick between your legs. You may not like Joel Miller but the thought of what the two of you get up to on patrols makes it easy to get through uncomfortable interactions with him.

The door creaks shut behind them as they leave and you take a few moments to rock the baby in your arms until Maria gives a soft yawn and you worry you’ve overstayed your welcome.

"I should probably go too.”

"Don't go," Maria insists almost desperately, her eyes wide. "He looks so happy with you holding him." 

You see the tears gathering in her eyes and you adjust the baby in your arms before sliding off your chair. Tommy seems to sense that you need privacy because he gathers the empty mugs and walks into the kitchen to wash them.

You stand, coming to sit next to Maria on the warm couch. She looks at Douglas warily, as if he's a stranger's child. 

"Hold him, Maria." 

"I can't."

"You can," you insist softly. "He's your son."

"I know he is," Maria says, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes. "I look at him and I'm so confused. I carried him; I fed him with my own body. Why don't I feel that connection like other mom's do?"

"You're not the only one," you tell her, hand on her shoulder. "My aunt went through the same thing. Gave birth to my cousin and felt nothing. She wasn't herself for months. You’re not alone, Maria. You’re not a bad mom; you’re not a bad person. This isn’t something you’re doing on purpose. It’s your brain.”

Maria shakes her head, as if the words don’t mean anything. You know she hears them, but she can’t accept them.

“You have a husband and friends to support you. I promise you that you'll get to the other side. I promise." 

You know that it's a heavy gamble. But she needs to know that there's hope. She needs to know that this illness has plagued women across centuries. She looks at Douglas’ sleeping frame and after a moment of hesitation she allows you to place him in her arms. You watch as her eyes get soft, her breathing slowly decreasing.

"Some days I really feel like he's mine," Maria murmurs as she drags a gentle finger down the slope of his tiny nose. "Some days my heart feels like its overflowing. And sometimes that's worse than not caring."

You're silent, just listening to her speak. 

"Love makes you weak and afraid. I've never been afraid of anything," Maria tells you, rocking Douglas gently in her arms. "But now that's all I am. Like one exposed nerve.”

Fat tears are sliding down her cheeks. You can’t help but run a soothing hand down her spine, rubbing up and down gently. She accepts your touch, even melts back into it.

"We shouldn't have done it," Maria hiccups a sob. "We were fucking idiots to have a baby in this world."

“You aren’t an idiot,” you insist. “You and Tommy loved each other so much you wanted to create life together. How is that stupid? That’s the most beautiful thing in the world.”

Maria sniffles, tears dropping onto the blanket holding Douglas.

“All I can think about is what I'd do if Raiders broke in. Or what if Douglas got bit? Or what would happen if Tommy and I got killed on patrols?  I'm terrified to leave him alone. Terrified that something is gonna happen to him if me or Tommy aren't around."

You can hear the clattering of mugs being washed in the kitchen. You wonder if Tommy is listening and you hope that he is, because you worry he might be having the same fears.

“Douglas is going to grow up, just like all the other kids in Jackson City. Happy and safe and loved. He’s going to grow up to be a good person just like his parents. He’s going to be smart and kind and who knows, maybe he’ll be part of finding a cure.”

Maria blinks over at you as if just realizing this possibility.

"Maria I never had kids," you tell her, hand rubbing over her own. "But I had a younger sister and she felt like my kid sometimes. Especially when my parents got separated when we were fleeing the city.

Maria stares at you, rubbing the tears from her eyes.

"When the pandemic started my mom was visiting her Aunt in Wyoming," you explain. "My sister and my dad and I, we escaped to the nearest QZ." 

“I never saw my Mom again,” you explain and you’re shocked at how deadened your voice sounds. It’s no longer a hurtful memory, more just a patchwork on the quilt of your trauma. Its life, you’ve accepted it. “The first day I got here I was sure I’d find her here. Sure that she survived somehow.”

“But she wasn’t here,” Maria finishes for you. “I would have recognized the last name.”

You shake your head slowly. “She wasn’t here.”

You think Maria might want to ask more about your history but you hear Tommy's voice filter in from the kitchen. 

"Joel, what're you still doin' here?"

Your head snaps to look over your shoulder. Joel is here? Had he heard anything? The thought curdles your insides. It was hard enough sharing this much with Maria. Knowing that Joel might have overheard is much worse. 

"Saw Jason out by the gates and he said that the lumber’s coming in Saturday,” Joel mutters. You can't see him in the next room but you hear the scrape of his boots on the wood flooring. "Thought you’d wanna know so you could get a group together.”

The two men mumble back and forth to each other and you hear the telltale sound of the door opening and closing behind Joel. You feel your heart hammering in your chest, suddenly anxious at the thought that Joel knows about your life. 

Tommy enters back into the room, his eyes on Maria. He sees her holding Douglas and you can see the sun break into his previously cloudy eyes.

"I should get going." You stand, looking down at Maria’s tear-stained face. "Sorry for showing up unannounced."

"You're welcome anytime," Tommy assures you warmly before coming to sit next to his wife. He slings his arm around her shoulders, looking down at his son in her arms.  

"Yeah," Maria agrees with a watery smile. "Please stop by again soon. I mean it."

“Okay, I will.”

///

Joel seems strange on patrols today. 

It started with handing him the list of supplies you’d need for baking. Instead of a smart remark he just nodded, taking it from you and shoving it into the back of his jeans pocket. The ride to Teton Village had been in its usual silence, you noticed that the snow from last week had turned into a slushy mess which meant the horses moved a little slower.

By the time you reached the old building with its log book you were more than a little eager. You’d woken up that morning particularly slick between the legs, a Pavlovian response to patrol days.

Joel is still near silent, not even looking at you when he brings out his bag for lunch. He pushes your sandwich and thermos to you, watching you carefully as you eat. Normally Joel stares anywhere but your face during patrols, unless he’s getting angry with you. Today however he seems a bit tense, his gaze a bit heavier than usual. 

It makes you uncomfortable. It makes you wonder what he’s thinking.

“I feel like Chestnut was walking a little weird the last mile or so,” you observe to break the silence. “Do you think you could take a look at his horseshoe before we go?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks.”

The quiet stretches on,

“So what was the lumber for?”

“Huh?”

“You mentioned lumber back at Tommy’s,” you say, feeling like the peanut butter is sticking to the roof of your mouth.  “I was wondering what it was for.”

“S’for repairs on the window upstairs,” he tells you gruffly, taking a large bite of his sandwich.

“Oh right.”

You decide not to press things; he doesn’t seem to be in the chatting mood.  Lunch passes slowly, despite your anticipation for what comes next. Your heart is actually thrumming when Joel wipes his hands on his jeans and tilts his head for you to follow him.

You go into the room with the fireplace and couch and watch him shift into a comfortable seated position. The old frame creaks under his bulk and he stares at you standing, waiting and watching him.  He undoes his belt buckle, the clinking noise causing your thighs to press together tightly.

You walk towards him, eyes on his large hands.

"On your knees."

You acquiesce without thought, your jeans biting into the cold floorboards below. Joel watches you from under hooded eyes. The sight of him seated there disheveled, belt unbuckled and legs spread does something to you.

When he doesn't make a move for your scarf or anything else you feel a prickle of insecurity go through you. You blink up at him, swallowing only to have him frown down at you. 

"Do you actually like this?"

You don't like the way he says it, like there's something wrong with you if you do. You stand shakily, your eyes on the floor as you give him your murmured response.

"I do, yeah." 

Joel is a statue with eyes that burn like coal. You feel them even if you don't see them until you peer at him still seated insouciantly there on the couch. 

"You like me orderin' you around?" His voice is grated around the edges, his eyes holding nothing but disbelief. "Tellin' you what to do?"

"I like you being in charge," you correct.

"Why the fuck would you want somethin' like that?” Joel insists, cheeks pinking. “Someone orderin' you around?" 

"I think you need it the same way I do. Only you need to be giving the orders. Am I right?" 

Joel swallows and you see his large eyes widen a fraction as he takes in your words. You feel strangely emboldened by his lack of response, by the fact that you’ve taken him by surprise. And perhaps since you’ve been doing this for over a month you feel that you can voice this.  

"Am I right?"

He still doesn't reply, instead he crosses his thick arms over his chest and just stares you down. It doesn't intimidate you like it once did, but it does prompt you to answer him. 

"Because when you make the rules and do the ordering my mind goes quiet," you explain softly. "I'm not afraid, I'm not angry, I'm just... Free. I'm not in control but I'm choosing not to be." 

And you know just by the way his shoulders relax that Joel understands. He understands because it's what happens when he has you under his palm, mouth sliding on his cock, when he wraps the scarf around your eyes and tells you not to touch.

The choosing. The control. 

You’d known from the very first time he'd given you the order. You'd seen in there in the dark of his eyes that he liked the dynamic.

But you sense the hesitancy in him, a guilt that he shouldn't be enjoying it so much. His eyes take on a large, wounded appearance and it’s so clear that he’s wondering if he’s done something wrong.

"You've never given me anything I didn't want, Joel.” 

That seems to get through to him, because he blinks away that little lost boy gaze. 

You lower yourself to a kneeling position at his feet again. But you make no move to touch him. You simply bow your head, your hands clasped demurely on your thighs. You hear him shift unconsciously in his seat. 

"What're you doin'?"

"Tell me what to do, Joel."

You stare at his boots, never venturing to his face but you can feel him watching you, his large hand twitching at his side on the cushion. He looks down at you with uncertainty as you eventually tilt your face up to him. 

"Tell me what to do," you urge him again in a voice barely above a whisper. "Please."

You feel a rush of relief go through you when he nods and you can see the hard length of him through his jeans. You gingerly pull the scarf from around your neck, letting it hang in your grip loosely. You wait for him to retrieve it, eyes on the floor.

"No scarf," he rasps. "I know you'll listen. Close your eyes."

You do, feeling that tingle go through your body at his order. His large hand comes to the crown of your head, fingers snaking through the strands and tugging your face up. You keep your eyes firmly shut, not even considering peering through your lashes to see his face. You have your orders.

"Take me out and suck."

And you do, just as you have every other patrol for the last month. Only now it feels so much better because there’s no confusion. He gives you take, you give he takes. Your submission driving him forward, his domination calming your overworked nervous system. 

"You do like takin' orders," he observes with a groan. "Like bein' told that you're a good girl."

Your breathing elevates when you hear that term and you just know the corner of his mouth twitches.

"Yeah. S'what I thought." 

His hand is still wrapped in your hair, tugging you gently. Your lips feel rubbery and wet as you take him deeper. Your hands remain clasped on your lap. When you feel Joel twitch on your tongue you give a soft sigh through your nose, a feeling of blissful satisfaction. 

"Look at me," Joel murmurs.

You take a moment to consider if you heard him right, but then he repeats himself and you slowly gaze up the length of him. He's tilted over you with heavy eyes, mouth parted. A greying curl is stuck to his sweaty forehead. 

"Christ," he grits through his teeth. "Look ‘atcha there, mouth stuffed with my cock."

Desire blooms in you, snaking behind your ribs, down your veins, into your very bloodstream.  

"What happened to that soft thing makin' cookies?"

You happened, Joel. 

When Joel's quiet rasp reaches you again you physically shiver.

"You like bein' on your knees for me?" Joel grunts as his hips jerk forward.

You nod, your cheeks hollowing as you take him deeper into your throat. He lets out a strangled noise, tossing his head back.

"Fuck!" Joel glances down to see you still staring up at him, lips swollen around his shaft. "Look away now."

It doesn't sound like a cruel order, more a plea. You close your eyes, giving a small noise of protest when Joel brings himself out of your mouth. 

"Wanna come on your tits," he instructs with a rasping growl and you hear him stroking himself furiously. "Take em out for me."

Despite this being uncharted territory for you both you don't hesitate. Your hands fumble with your sweater and you pull it over your head, tossing it to the floor. Joel watches as you unclasp your bra, letting it join the sweater. Your nipples tighten in the cool air of the room. 

You're still not looking up at his face as instructed; so you don't know what he thinks. All you know is that the stroking is increasing. 

"Head back, eyes closed," he pants, his voice tight. 

You tilt your head back, eyes firmly closed. You feel vulnerable in this position, an animal who has bared their neck to a predator. Despite this you cup your breasts, offering them to him. 

"Good girl," Joel says with a grunt. "Fuckin' good… So good for me."

And the praise hits you so strongly that you whimper aloud. This is what sends Joel over the edge and he comes with a strangled groan, painting your tits with stripes of his warm spend. 

Your dual panting fills the room and you wish you could see yourself covered in Joel Miller's come. You wonder what he sees when he looks down at you covered in his essence. Proud? Embarrassed? Guilty?

"Open your eyes."

You blink them open immediately, your gaze flying to your chest covered in him before glancing up at him. Joel is breathing heavily through his nose, looking at you as if he’s still not convinced you’re real.

He reaches towards you and you don’t flinch when you watch his thumb come to gently trace over your right nipple, the spend there clinging to his digit. You feel a shiver run through with the contact of his hand on you. 

You watch mesmerized as his palm cups your cheek, his fingers curling gently against your jaw. His thumb hovers scant inches from your swollen lips. Your eyes can't help but dart to his face again and the sight of his eyes blown black makes you quiver. 

"Open," he says barely above a whisper. 

Your mouth parts, eyes still on his face. He slowly lowers his thumb into your mouth. It rests there on your tongue, heavy and damp. 

"Suck." 

Your lips wrap around his thumb, licking the digit clean before sucking it suddenly, nestling him into the concave of your upper palate like he belongs there. He watches this all with quiet fascination, eyes strangely sorrowful through it all, like it pains him to do it. You suck, your smooth tongue cradling his wide thumb. 

His hand is still cupping your cheek, even when his thumb is removed and drags down your lower lip, his gaze watching its descent. His brows saddle when you sigh gently, eyes locked with his. 

And then he yanks his hand from you so quickly that you flinch. You’re completely thrown by the behavior, covering your chest instinctively. He looks at you kneeling between his legs and he shakes his head as if to clear it.

You shuffle backwards as he stands abruptly. You sit there at his feet, covered in his cooling spend, shooting him a confused look. 

"We ain't doin this anymore," he tells you brusquely as he quickly zips up his jeans before buttoning it with trembling fingers.

"Why not?"

"Cuz I said so," he mutters before he shoots an ugly sneer your way. "You said you like takin' orders so this must be your lucky day." 

You can only shake your head in disappointment as he leaves the room. You don't know what happened but Joel is back to his old, asshole self. The door below slams behind him and you go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Today there is no sliding your hands underneath your jeans and getting yourself off.

All traditions have been spoiled by Joel's selfishness. 

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[jksprincess10]

Sooo.. I have a request, a smutty Joel request. So, we’re sorta in a relationship with older Ellie (not an officially romantic one but with romantic undertones) and we get into a big fight with her and decide to get into Joel’s pants to get back at her. But in doing so, we fall for Joel but then he finds out and gets all mad and there’s a big argument but takes his anger out on us y’know how. Thank you so much, you’re doing great!

Take it || Joel miller x reader

A/N: Thank you for your request. Hope this is everything you wanted, and more. CW: DUBCON (due to bad BDSM practices, please practice safely and have a safe word), Mean Joel, very rough sex, spanking, crying, sir kink, pet names (little girl, darling, etc.), almost getting caught, praise kink, degradation kink, edging, orgasm denial, no outbreak AU, unspecified age gap. (694 words)

Diviers by @saradika-graphics

“You really think you can come here.” The palm of his hand hit your bare ass cheek once. You yelped. “After you broke my daughter’s heart.” Another hit. Slap. “And expect me to give you what you need.” Slap.

“Sir I’m – I’m sorry. Please.”

You hadn’t intended to fall for Ellie’s dad after your catastrophic relationship came to an end, but here you were. And Mr. Miller was sure pissed about it. He had you laid on his lap, your pants and panties under the curve of your ass so he could punish you as he pleased.

“Little girl – you’re gonna take what I’m giving you and shut the fuck up.” Another spank on the same cheek, harsh. “How many was that darlin’? Hope you’re keepin’ count.”

You try to recall, but all you can feel is the throbbing pain in your ass. “I- three? Four?” You panicked.

“What about another five to make sure you understood the message?”

“P-Please Mr. Miller, it hurts…”

But he wouldn’t stop unless he heard you cry. So, he kept going, landing hard slap one after the other, sometimes taking a break to soothe the pulsating skin with his calloused hand. You kept count out loud for him, and when he was done, you felt the tips of two of his big fingers breaching your entrance.

“S’that makin’ you wet, sweetheart? You really are dirtier than I thought.”

“Oh sir please, please don’t stop.” You begged, on the verge of tears.

Joel turned you around, so he could look at your bare, dripping pussy. “M’not sure you’re understanding who’s in charge.”

“You-You are, Mr. Miller.”

His two fingers entered your hole fully, as his thumb circled your clit slowly. You moaned loudly, pathetically, at his expert gestures. You were already feeling over the edge, Joel keeping you there but never letting you fall completely. As he felt your walls tightening around him, his fingers left you completely. You groaned in frustration, not being able to keep your emotions at bay.

“Only good girls get to come. Have you been good?

“P-Please Joel.” You felt tears rolling down your warm cheeks.

“Have you been good?” He repeated sternly.

“N-No I haven’t, sir, I’m sorry.”

“Then you’ll take what I fuckin’ give you.”

Joel undid his belt and slipped your bottoms completely off your body. He took out his impressive girth and pumped it a few times in front of your curious eyes.

“M’gonna fuck you now. But you won’t come ‘nless I say so. Got it, little girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

His rough hands grabbed your legs and pulled them towards your chest as he entered your walls, deeply and roughly. You whined as you could feel the sweetness of pleasure and pain all at once.

“Be a good girl. You can take it.”

You nodded and breathed in and out as he started moving, thrusting his hips at a deep, punishing pace.

“There you go, darlin'. You’re doin’ so well.” He encouraged you.

Joel was a rough man, but you loved getting glimpses of his softer side as he praised you.

“Can feel you gushing on my dick, you like when I talk to you like that?”

“Y-Yes.”

His hands around your knees, Joel leaned down to kiss you. Well, it was more of a clash of tongues and teeth as he fucked you roughly, but you did your best to follow him. 

You vaguely heard the sound of a door opening downstairs, and you looked up at him, panicked as he pressed a hand over your mouth.

“Dad? Are you home?”

You recognized your ex-girlfriend’s voice.

“I’m upstairs. Wait for me, I’ll be there in a minute.” He shouted back, without stopping the deep movements of his hips. You held on to his flannel shirt.

“Okay.” You heard Ellie say. You could also vaguely hear the opening and shutting noises of cabinets.

“J-Joel please… please can I come?” You whimpered.

“Be quiet baby.” As an answer, you felt his fingers tracing messy circles over your clit as he kept pushing in and out of you. Your walls pulsated around him as you came, hard. Joel followed you seconds afterwards.

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Dark Shades of Innocence Lost✨

✨Masterlist✨

Summary: After your friends drag you out to Club Inferno on a Friday night, you meet an unexpected man with dark brown eyes. That man is Joel Miller, who turns out to be the owner of the club. The menace that will turn your life upside down. After not dating for a couple of years, Joel finds out and strikes up a proposition for you. Keep coming back and he’ll make sure you experience pleasure like you’ve never felt before.

Pairing: club owner/pleasure dom! Joel x fem! reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

Tags: No outbreak au, unprotected p in v, oral, praise kink, face riding, porn with plot, thigh riding, club owner! Joel, Joel stays being a menace, fingering, mutual pining, semi public sex, teasing, longing, masterbation, feelings, Joel calls reader angel, lots of sweet nicknames, some angst, will update with each chapter

“Infra-Red, I know that you're burning up for me. Fire in your bloodstream. Moving through you at light-speed. I see you, I see you in Infra-Red. The heat and the light in the way you move. Like nobody else is in the room. I see you, I see you.”

- “Infra-Red” by Three Days Grace

Part 1: Introductions

Part 2: The First Taste (Coming in April!)

Part 3

Part 4

[lovesclinic]

Haaaaiii!!!! I have a pretty personal request for our one and only Joel Miller 🤭 Sooo fem!reader is EXTREMELY sensitive. The smallest amount of pain or blood can bring her to tears. Someone looks at her for too long and she starts to over think it. Oh also veryyyyy sensitive to yelling, someone raising their voice at them. I would love for you to write a sensitive!sunshine!reader x grumpy!overprotective!joel. Where he's an absolute protective softie for her <333

This is my second time requesting and you didn't disappoint the first time since your fics are absolutely perfecto! 👌🏻

Mwah! 💋

my hero

꒱preoutbreakgrumpy!overprotective!joel x sensitive!sunshine!reader

꒱ in which joel loves his sensitive girl, and defends her no matter what

꒱ hi anon i love this concept sososo much! i just want him to protect me pls.. also this is kind of a series so checkout my other posts like this muah

"You can't just walk around the place.." the plump, balding man berated you,

"stompin' all over my gardenias like they dont mean a thing, you incosiderate.. idiot!" you could only sniffle in reply, hoping joel would be late to meet you at the park. you had only really started going out with joel recently, and you weren't ready for him to see you like this, weak and teary eyed.

but of course, like the gentleman he is, joel arrived right on time, not a minute late.

he did say he'd never leave a pretty lady waiting.

but you had just thought it to be one of those lies men said here and there, ill never leave you, ill love you forever, one of them.

''scuse me sir," joel drawled with that signature accent of his that made you weak in the knees, but not for the right reasons today.

wiping red hot face in the hood of your jacket, you quickly turn to bury your head in joel's chest, unable to handle him seeing your messy, snot covered, tear stained face.

you could only hear muffled words through the thick hood covering your face, and additionally your ears. however your hiding was short lived as the talking quickly came to a stop, as you heard what you assumed to be the agry man, stomping off.

"y'okay baby?" joel had to gently tug on your hood to grab your attention, and even then you refused to let him see your face.

you wished you could have been strong and just walked off from the man. you had heard somewhere that confident, attractive men should like confident women, who they can support. and joel is confident.. and attractive. but that just didnt feel like you.

"how 'bout we just head on down to that little bakery you love s'much.. yeah?" hearing the hesitation in joel's voice, you peeked your eyes out, just a tad, over your hood. seeing him looking a tad nervous pver your response.

he cared so much, just as much as you. so, maybe joel wasn't confiedent all the time. and you didn't have to be either.

"my hero.."

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Joel Miller SFW & NSFW HCs

I'm replaying Tlou and my obsession for this man has grown 😫

SFW

Hesitant when he first met you

But after learning about your relationship with Tess, he slowly started trusting you more

Heavy back talker, you swear at him, he'll swear back

But also very sweet, if he were to loose you too, it'll be the death of him

Taught you how to play guitar

Very, very overprotective

Let's you rest your head on his shoulder while taking breaks

*Accidentally* held hands with you while walking on the rooftops

You didn't mind though

"Darlin'/Sweetheart" 🛐

Also, a great cook, I mean he was a dad so 🤷‍♀️

NSFW

Certified DILF

Man's likes his shit rough

This man is loud, like really loud

Bondage, BONDAGE 🗣️

Has a love-hate relationship with edging

Live Laugh Love Overstimulation

Definitely into riding your strap

Face-fucking is a yes as well

Doesn't mind semi-public sex, the thought of getting caught turns him on way too much

Gets hard from just your touch alone, especially if it's in front of someone

Moans ✅ Whimpers ✅

Miss/Master

A/N: Smashing my head against the wall rn

[r4vens-cl4ws]

OKAY i’m biting the bullet and making a post out of pure desperation! i’m trying to find a fic that i saw somewhere, and TRUST when i say i’ve visited about every damn blog and looked at so many masterlists😭 its joel x reader, summary was basically ‘older reader and joel become empty nesters and slip into dom/sub relationship.’ and i believe its a series? please and thank you if you know what i’m talking about 🫶

[hellishjoel]

chokehold

1.6k / pairing: tattoo artist daddy dom!joel miller x sub f!reader

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chapter summary: Joel teaches you how to face fuck. 

chapter warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), no outbreak, unspecified age gap, established relationship, reader is described to have hair and is able-bodied (but otherwise, unspecified), swearing, dirty talk, smut, lots of pet names (sweetheart, angel, little bunny, etc.), dacryphilia (kink = getting aroused by tears), dom/sub dynamics, innocence kink, praise kink, degradation kink, daddy kink, face fucking/oral (m!receiving), size kink

A/N:  very lightly edited, but I wanted to give a little love to joel and little bunny since the third chapter is taking me some extra time! divider is by @firefly-graphics! and always a thank you to @thetriumphantpanda for reading this over and endless encouragement <3

Joel’s eyes roll to the back of his head, slow and steady, because that’s just the pace you’re taking him. 

Facefucking is still experimental to you. He’s your first partner, and you’re nervous to impress. 

What you don’t know is that Joel would never judge your inexperience. All sexual pleasures involve trust, praise, and a little direction.

Joel stokes your hair affectionately, growing more possessive as he gently guides your mouth up and down his thick length. 

You can feel the power shift as your knees dig into the floor, eyes hesitantly meeting his while you try to take more of his shaft. You want more, you’re willing to push your limits. 

Joel seems to sense your loss of inhibitions, your twinkling eyes meeting his whiskey ones. 

“Want me to use that pretty little mouth of yours?” Joel’s words vibrate through the room. He pulls his cock from your lips, smearing his tip from one corner of your mouth to the other as you catch a breath. His warm pre-cum slips onto your tongue, and all you crave is more. 

Watching you desperately try to get him past your parted lips again is enough to force out a dark, low chuckle. 

“Wanna hear y’say it, baby.” 

Your impatient whine and eager hands on the back of his thighs make you beg, “Please, Joel,” in that wrecked voice that he loves so much. 

Joel presses his hips forward once more, watching his tip slip past your puckered lips and back into the hot heat of your mouth. “Yeah, right where I belong, huh, baby? Right where that cock belongs.” Joel’s hand comes to cradle your face, tracing the bulge of his length against your cheek with a sinister smirk. 

The further he pushes on, your tells start to show. He admires the way your eyelashes flutter, gagging and coughing around him but insistent not to let yourself off. A stray tear slips down your cheek. He collects it with his thumb and brings it past his lips, tasting what you give him. 

“Even your tears taste pretty, sweetheart,” he mutters predatorily, watching as your eyes blow wide, shyly moaning against his length. 

“When it gets to be too much, try to stay on. Swallow around me,” Joel gently nods his head. “Go on.” 

You obey, swallowing around the thick trunk of his cock, throat feeling a little looser now. You’er oh so willing to take on the discomfort just to please him. Anything for Joel, because he’d do anything for you. 

As his hips pick up a lazy pace, Joel encourages you to drop your hands from the safety blanket of his thighs. Like the good girl you are, you ease them to the base of your spine and lay one wrist over the other. He’s tied you up in that position more times than he can count, allowing Joel to take control and use you as he pleases. Such a good fucking girl. 

Tears pool along the top of your cheeks, the sight of glassy eyes igniting a fire deep in his belly. The overflow of saliva trickles out along the corners of your mouth, pooling down to his length and soaking the coarse hair on his balls. 

Joel watches as you shift anxiously on your knees, eyes pleading because somehow you want more. 

“Oh, honey,” he drapes in a degrading tone, stroking your hair away from your wet face and letting you catch a breath as his hips halt. “Need more, don’t’cha, doll?” He drawls, cooing softly as you lay your head against his thigh. Your orbs lazily look to him and nod weakly, still measly sucking on his tip. 

You bravely flick your tongue along his tip’s sensitive slit, toying at the idea of getting a rise out of Joel. 

A hiss is released past his clenched teeth, his whiskey eyes turning wild. And then you do it again. 

Joel’s hips jerk like that of a bucking bull. His hand in your hair turns to a fist, causing you to clench your eyes closed at the scorching prickle along your scalp. Joel scoffs as you fucking moan against him. 

His grin turns wicked, twisted at the thought of you enjoying some rough love. 

“Fuckin’ naughty, aren’t ya, little bunny? Yeah, bein’ a damn brat,” he chastises, watching as you frown around his tip and sucking it insistently. “Think m’gonna have t’finish deep down that pretty throat of yours, make ya choke on it,” he remarks as he repositions your head with a newfound need to punish.

Joel gathers your hair into two sets of pigtails, fisting them between his large palms. He watches you struggle to stay upright and drags you into position. “Keep that cock in your mouth, don’t let it go, sweetheart,” he gripes as you struggle to maintain him. It almost feels like a twisted game the way he nearly slips loose from your heat. 

Your mouth was full, jaw aching for a break that was nowhere in sight. Your fingers intertwine to keep them locked at the very base of your spine, whining nonsense against his cock. Soaking wet and dripping onto the hardwood, your pussy clenches around the ghost of what is currently occupying your mouth. 

You wanted to touch yourself so fucking bad. The self-discipline it took to keep your hands together makes your stomach churn. Your pearl twitches with enthusiasm, drenched in your own arousal. 

The muscles in your thighs are tight, your chest heaving and causing your bare breasts to rise and fall at a quickened rate. The overflowing spit that drips down from his balls lands on your chest. Joel can’t seem to stop staring at the gleam. 

Your nose brushes against his thick pubic hair as he buries your face against the base of his stomach, and you sputter up a cough. Lungs squeezing, throat tightening, you will yourself to swallow around him and stay right where you are. I’m yours, Joel. Please, take me, use me. 

“Fuck,’ he growls upon yanking you off his cock, smirking widely as you gasp for lost breaths. “Love that goddamn throat,” Joel mutters before reaching past you and pulling your hands to the front of his thighs, which quickly form a home for you. It’s grounding, to feel him, to feel his blood pumping through his body, and etch mine on the inside of his upper thigh mindlessly. 

“Got me so close, honey,” he starts, and you’re already eagerly nodding. Joel brings his thumb to your throat and slowly circles one spot against the column of your flesh. “Wanna feel myself right here, think you can do that, sweetheart?” 

Your eyes soften at the depth he wishes to go, but you’d do anything for him. You nod shyly and drop your jaw, flattening your tongue just for him. Always for him. 

Joel’s pace is gentle at first, working up a rhythm that has your throat molding perfectly around him. You gag each time he thrusts all the way, knowing when to swallow and when to breathe, Joel has taught you this new erotic art. 

The saliva dripping down to the base of his cock greets your chin repeatedly. You hollow your cheeks around him, and he moans naughty filth. 

“Such a pretty slut for this cock, make me feel so fuckin’ good- god damn,” Joel pauses with his length fully down your tight throat, grinding himself against your mouth as you clench your eyes close and gag. Joel places his thumb on that sacred spot against your neck, and he can feel his tip bulging against the column of your throat. You’re so fucking full of him, and it’s enough to make him spill. 

The hold he has on your hair tightens, scalp prickling as you cry out along his length. Salt bitters your tongue, weakly swallowing back load after load of his warm, thick come. You swallow around his length and moan lowly, all muffled and messy for him as he crashes harshly through his own concocted orgasm. 

Your nails etch half-moon shapes into the back of his thighs, keeping him there, pushing for him to cross the finish line. And it was all for you. 

Tears of happiness stream down your face as you let him finish painting your throat, releasing with a dramatic pop as you do your best to swallow every last dribble. You’re careful as you give his sensitive tip a few sweet kitten licks. His hands are at the ready in your hair as he hisses harshly, ready to control you if it’s too much overstimulation for your poor old Daddy. 

Sponging kisses down his softening length, you lay your head against his thigh, carding his fingers through your hair. A soothing hum leaves your throat, fluttering your eyes closed as his thumb comes along to brush away the stray tears. 

It’s easier to ignore the throbbing between your legs now that Joel has found peace. Your heart pounds in your ears, and you listen only slightly as he begins to coo gentle affirmations for you.

Joel holds your hands and helps you stand, your arms already tiredly linking around his neck as you lay your head on his shoulder. 

“Such a sweet girl,” he whispers, “always make Daddy so happy, you know that?” Your head bobbles loosely. His sweet remarks make your muscles even more pliant in his arms as he easily sweeps you off your feet and moves you to lie across the bed. 

Joel takes all of you in. Sweat glistening along your temple, parted lips lacquered in spit, the extra effort it takes you to swallow, how perky your nipples are, and the slick that’s all but made a mess down your thighs. 

“Shit, she’s so pretty f’me,” Joel whispers as you grin weakly.

“My turn now?” Your wrecked voice squeaks, to which Joel slowly nods, helping you pitch your legs up on the edge of the bed.  

“Your turn now, little bunny.”

[ournosleep69-blog]

Joel Teaches You a Lesson

Pairings: Joel Miller x fem!reader (use of she/her, feminine terms)

Content & Warnings: Smut. 18+. Established relationship, age gap (user is Ellie’s age; 19), humiliation/degradation, unprotected PinV, masochism, sadism, slight mentions of gore and death (y/n kills a clicker), orgasm denial, edging, marking, petnames, sweet aftercare, fluff, dacryphilia, glossaphilia, dom!joel, protective joel, creampie, yelling, ruined orgasm.

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: Y/n does something reckless, Joel finds out. Punishment awaits.

A/N: I didn’t write this one with zero sleep, so I think this one’s a little bit better than the last. Feel free to leave suggestions. Happy reading!! &lt;3

In the freezing embrace of a snowy morning in Jackson, you awaken due to the shining sun practically spearing through your sheer curtains. Rising with the first light, you meticulously prepared for the day ahead, indulging in a refreshing shower and savoring a quick breakfast. Embarking on patrol alongside Ellie, her animated account of a vintage action film captivated her, shielding her from noticing the sight of Joel's green flannel gracing your form beneath the soft layers of your coat. You were grateful she hadn’t noticed, and you’d be lying if you said the idea of Ellie finding out what her best friend and father-like figure were doing together behind closed doors didn’t excite you a tiny bit.

“Dude, so there’s, like, ten guys and they’re just..fucking going at it an- are you listening?” With a deep furrow in her brow, Ellie playfully snapped her fingers in front of your face, demanding your attention. The two of you traversed the well-worn creek trails, the weight of the heavy hunting rifles in your hands serving as a constant reminder of the purpose of your walk this morning.

“Sorry- what?” You ask, offering a sheepish smile in apology.

Ellie huffs and tucks a piece of auburn hair behind her right ear and then nudges your side with her elbow. “You’ve been spacey all morning. What gives?” 

You can’t answer, though, because the sound of a twig snapping in the distance calls your attention. You’re both immediately on high alert, holding the forestock of your rifles tightly. The slow heartbeat in your chest is steadily increasing, and the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention.

“The fuck was that?” You ask in a slightly panicked voice, already starting to push past the tree branches and bushes to walk in the direction of the sound. It’s a dumb idea, running into something like that. And you knew that. 

Behind you, Ellie’s lush green eyes widen with concern and worry. Her canvas sneakers pound on the iced-over crunchy snow as she races over to you. No way in hell she’d let you fight off an infected on your own…if it even was an infected.

“Dude, what the hell are you-”

In a swift motion, you dismissively wave your hand, urging the girl to maintain absolute silence. The sudden snap of yet another twig sets your instincts into high gear, propelling you to swiftly track the sound's origin. With determination, you navigate through the tangle of undergrowth, pushing your way through a compact bush, until your eyes behold the sight that awaited you.

A clicker. 

Its vibrant orange and green, jagged protective plates make for a haunting sight which is only enhanced by the reflection of the melted snowflakes running down them. The clicking rumbling deep from its chest grows louder and louder as it senses a nearby human. You. 

You’re scared. But at the same time you know this could be the chance you’ve been waiting for. A chance to prove yourself to Ellie. She’s always the one to take out infected on these patrols, the one to protect you. So for once, you decide to be the hero.

This is stupid. Am I really about to do this?

Yes.

Ellie can’t even try to stop or persuade you from doing what you’re about to do. Calling out to you will only serve as a death sentence, and using the rifle when you haven’t checked the rest of the trail may lead to unwanted attention. 

You slowly reach for something tucked in the back pocket of your jeans - an old pocket knife - and grip the tang tightly in your left hand. Your fingers brush over the spine of the small blade, just a small hint of just how sharp the damn thing is. 

Your footsteps are quiet when you sneak behind the clicker. Adrenaline is pounding through your veins. For a second you think of stopping and just shooting it, but you still want to play the hero. Its screech echoes about the clearing in the woods, only met with the heavy and chilling winter wind that fills your ears.

It’s all almost under control. You almost bury the blade deep within the clicker’s neck. It almost bleeds out and falls to the floor writhing in agony. But it doesn’t.

It hears you. It hears you and it turns around, throwing out its arms and clicking directly in your face. The smell of fungus and rotting flesh swirls in your nostrils, but it’s one you’re all too familiar with in the world you’ve grown up in. Your screams are cut off when it suddenly jumps and tackles you to the ground, rolling you both around in the snow. The tight hold you have on the knife slips and it clatters to the snow-filled ground.

“Shit!” Yells Ellie, rushing forward to try and help you out of this dangerous situation. 

You’re too busy quite literally fighting for your life, kicking and squirming to get out from under the infected being above you. Its yellowed teeth chomp and snap at your face with hungry fervor, looking for an opening to pry the skin off of your face.

Right before its teeth do end up making contact, Ellie stabs the monster’s temple with the sharp edge of her switchblade. The clicker’s body begins to twitch while pained, strangled clicks rumble from deep within. It collapses on top of you, its body pressing heavily into your own, essentially pinning you down into the cold snow.

With one sharp kick from Ellie, the body rolls off and you’re free to stand up. You don’t even have to glance for more than a second to see the pissed off expression on her freckled face. 

“Dude, what the fuck was that?!” She punches your arm a bit too hard while you’re brushing your jeans and coat off from the dirt, snow, and blood. It causes you to teeter for a moment but you quickly regain your balance.

“Ow- jeez, El. I was just trying to take it out,” you sigh heavily, bending down to grab your rifle and pocket knife; both of which you dropped during your battle. The blade folds in and you tuck it back into your pocket all while still catching your breath and ignoring the pain radiating in your left bicep.

“That was some seriously stupid bravery.”  

“Yeah..that- uh. Sorry. Don’t let anyone know about that, alright? That’s suuuper fucking embarrassing.” You try to laugh and play it off as a joke but you can’t disguise the hint of seriousness in your tone. If Joel found out about how reckless you’d been...you shudder even thinking about it. It’s like you can already hear him telling you to ‘bend over’ in your mind, and it’s enough to make your cheeks flush. Thankfully it’s covered up as just from being out in the cold.

“I won’t, I won’t,” she snorts, seemingly less mad and now more amused at your dumbass-ery, “that was pretty dumb though. You can’t even deny it.” 

You both laugh, but yours sounds a bit forced because of the slight nervousness growing in your stomach. If Ellie told Joel how you’d tried to fight a Clicker in an act of foolish confidence, you’re thoroughly fucked. Figuratively and literally.

“Now can we please get out of here?” Asks Ellie while she leans forward to dust some fallen snowflakes from your shoulder. You only nod in response…then you’re both on your way to complete the trails.

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Around fifteen minutes have passed since you and Ellie got back in Jackson after patrol. Your cold hands are being warmed by cozy licks of flame from the fireplace in front of you while Ellie bullshits in the kitchen with Joel. 

She didn’t think to question why you wanted to go to Joel’s as soon as you were in the confines of the settlement, and it‘s not suspicious since she’s close with him as well. If only Ellie knew what you two did together…what you two were together.

But all those thoughts are gone the moment a gruff, baritone voice whispers into your ear, the warm breath caressing the shell of your ear and sending jolts of electricity down your spine,

“I missed ya’, sweet girl. That mine?” Joel murmurs, his larger and calloused hand slipping down until it’s resting on your side, tickling you over your shirt in its wake. You’re no longer wearing the coat, just his flannel from this morning. It still smells like him.

Your cheeks fill with a familiar heat as you peer up at him through your lashes, giving a childlike giggle at being caught by your boyfriend.

“Yeah..I hope you don’t mind. It was just there and-”

The fingers dip down and brush against your hip bone in seductive strokes. He knows what he’s doing. “No. ‘S all right, ‘s cuter on you anyway.” 

You shift in your seat on the worn leather armchair, trying to ignore the pooling feeling from between your thighs. It’s utterly insane what this man’s voice can do to you alone. 

“Sooo..” Ellie’s voice rang out from the kitchen, her back turned to both of you, “did you guys wanna watch Return of The Living Dead? We could use a shitty zombie movie…especially with the patrol we had..?”

Ellie whips her head over to you as she giggles, completely oblivious to what Joel had just been doing to your body a few short seconds ago. His hand quickly retreats when he hears her words.

“Whaddya mean, kiddo? Somethin’ happen?” Asks Joel innocently, cocking his head to the side like that of a curious puppy’s. He’s even got the pretty, brown doe eyes to go with it, and they never fail to make you swoon and your heart to race just a little bit quicker than usual.

“Oh, nothing-” You start to chime in to save yourself from any anger on Joel’s side, but he’s quick to raise a finger to silence you.

“Nah, what happened out there, Ellie?”

“She tried to fight off a clicker with a knife. Like an idiot.” Ellie laughs softly, clearly finding nothing but humor in the situation. You want to tell her to shut up, but it’d only be met by her asking why you were so nervous, then that would lead to you getting all weird and suspicious. It’s just not worth it, you decide. 

Then you can see it. The gears turning in Joel’s head. The way his posture straightens and his sharp jaw ticks. The slight flare of his nostrils. Shit. Shit. Shit. Joel slowly turns to face you, giving you a warning look.

“Ellie, don’t you have somewhere to be?” Joel abruptly asks in a cold voice, his gaze never leaving your own. Your heart’s already racing. 

A confused expression falls over Ellie’s face, and she opens her mouth to protest.

“Dina ‘prolly needs ya’ or somethin’. Go see.” He mutters.

“No way! You look pissed. I wanna see-”

“Now.”

It’s the dumbest, worst thought of excuse to get Ellie out of his home, but she listens anyway. With one last weary look towards you, she shrugs and heads for the door. Her auburn hair is the last thing you see before the front door shuts tight and you’re left alone with Joel.

“What was she talkin’ about? Tell me right now or so help me god..” Joel warns, kneeling down on the carpeted floor so he’s at your same level as you sit in the chair.

“It was nothing-” You swallow thickly, feeling anxious yet turned on under his watchful, angry chestnut eyes. Your leg begins to bounce nervously up and down against the floor. 

“It was not no god damn nothin’! What the hell happened out there?” 

“She already said.”

“I wanna hear it from you, girl.” 

Joel’s face leans forward, so close you can see the scar on his nose. Without even blinking, his right hand climbs onto your thigh and slides up your stomach, over the soft globes of your breasts, and stops when it’s finally wrapped around your throat in a firm hold.

“I t..I tried to- to kill a clicker. I thought I could sneak up on it!” You’re quick to protest, shaking your head and vehemently defending yourself as much as your trembling voice will allow.

His fingers tighten around the sides of your neck ever-so-slighty; it’s not cutting off your air flow, but it’s just on the precipice. 

“And tell me why you were tryin’ to be so fuckin’ brave, princess.” The southern accent mixed with the acidity of the anger dripping from his tongue only serves to excite and scare you more. This has happened so many times, but it never gets old. And you don’t think it ever could. 

“I wasn’t- wasn’t thinking..’m sorry-”

“Sorry doesn’t fuckin’ cut it. What if you were bitten? Huh? The fuck would I do then? You never fuckin’ learn, do you, you goddamned idiot.”

Those words were harsh coming from Joel, a lot harsher than usual. You get the sense you’ve majorly fucked up this time, and it won’t go unpunished, that’s for sure. The sudden pit in your belly urges a lump to form in your throat.

With his hand still grasping you, he growls out the words, “Stupid fuckin’ little girl. Think she can do what she wants.”

“I’m sorry..” You whisper, biting the inside of your cheek harshly so the waterworks don’t surface and make an appearance.

“What did I just tell you, girl? You know better and yet you’re out here actin’ like you’re goddamned invincible. The hell is wrong with ya’?”

The fingers wrapped around the base of your neck shake you lightly as if he’s trying to knock some sense into your head. You can’t hold it in anymore, and that’s when the tears start to build behind your half-opened lids. They slowly creep down your cheeks as you fight a tiny sob.

“Aw, darlin’...did I make ya’ cry?” Joel’s expression softens, but his jaw is still clenched tightly - as are his fingers. He asks this in a condescending tone, knowing damn well he’s the one making you cry and feel small.

“Pumpkin, ‘s alright. I like when those tears run down your pretty little face.” The hand leaves your throat and brings his index finger to brush against one of your tears. You watch on in awe when he brings the finger to his mouth and laps it away with his thick tongue. Even upset, you feel your pussy clench around nothing inside of your jeans from the erotic sight.

“Now let’s go. I ain’t lettin’ you off on a warning this time. You knew the damn rules.” 

The Texan stands up and strides in the direction of the bedroom down the hall. Your stomach drops, but you shakily rise from the chair and follow behind him. You feel so small under his touch, his gaze, his height, his everything.

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The room looks much cleaner than how you and Joel left it last night. The bed is made, his clothes no longer litter the floor, and there’s no longer a pillow tucked behind the headboard.

“You know the drill,” Joel prompts once you’ve shut the door and turned to face his giant form, “clothes off. Slowly, I wanna see ya’ take your time.” He commands.

It’s no use trying to get out of this, out of whatever he has planned for you. His jaw is still set and there’s still that cold glare in his stare. Joel wants you to undress.

Your hands slowly slide down your body and grip the hem of his flannel, pulling it up and over in a languid manner; even though this is going to be hell for you, you can’t help but tease him nonetheless. The shirt drops to the floor, revealing your basic yet sexy white bra.

The jeans are next. You notice Joel’s stare, his eyes glazed over in a look of lust and anger. He’s a man of few words, but that doesn’t stop him from owning and dominating you the way he does. Your hands are a little quicker to grab at the button of your pants.

“Slower.” Growls Joel, now crossing his arms in front of his broad chest, shoulders squared back.

You nod weakly, unbuttoning them steadily. The zipper is slid down next, the fly opening and revealing your matching colored panties. There’s undoubtedly a wet spot on the cotton fabric, and it’s only getting worse. The jeans are then rolled down and kicked off, leaving you dressed so lewdly.

“Good girl. What’d you do wrong? I want ya’ to tell me while I touch you. And start from the beginnin’.” 

In a matter of seconds, you can feel Joel’s body heat behind you, warming your bare back, legs, thighs, and neck. It’s like the fireplace you’d been sitting in front of earlier, only this is a different kind of heat. It’s a lustful, primal heat.

“We..we were out on patrol and..” Your breath catches in your throat when both of his strong hands travel up from your thighs to your hips. He squeezes lightly; not enough to hurt you, but enough to show you that strength that he can use if he so chooses. He could break you, and he gets off on that. It’s evident when his semi-hard cock presses against your lower back.

“And?” Joel croaks out, feeling you start to tremble as you become similar to malleable clay within his hands.

“We…I heard a- a noise and we..” The tips of his olive-toned fingers dip into the elastic waistband of your panties, brushing over the little bit of pubic hair you have. In an attempt to keep from sucking in a sharp breath, you bite your tongue and try to continue the story.

“..I checked it out. It, ah..w-was a clicker. It didn’t notice us an- oh god..”

Your words and coherent thoughts quickly flee from your mind once his right index finger ventures down until it’s prodding between your slick folds, feeling how wet you’ve become from this alone. Joel could feel your hips almost instinctively buck up against his fingers, trying to somehow bring pressure to your swollen clit.

“Keep. Goin’. I wanna hear it all, Pumpkin. You ain’t done. And keep fuckin’ still.” 

“I grabbed my- my- Joel, I can’t..” You mewl breathlessly, enjoying the touch when his finger shifts back and begins to rub light circles over that sensitive nub you so wanted him to touch. 

“You’re not cummin’ ‘til I hear what you gotta say, girlie.” 

“But Joel-”

“Get to talkin’.” 

This is absolute brain-numbing torture, and you hadn’t even started yet. This is only the beginning and it’s going to get much better and worse as time goes on. His finger continues its teasing, even slipping where it was to slide inside of your tight, velvety walls. You whine out and clench your cunt around his finger, needing something much bigger inside.

“Fuuuck…we..I snuck up be- behind it and tried to g- get it with my knife..”

“Mm.” A simple grunt in response is all you’re going to receive in terms of vocalization. Painfully slowly, he starts to pump that finger in and out of your sopping cunt, intent on working you up and teasing further. It’s working, your body is heating up and begging for more of his touch.

“It j- it jumped on me..had to- Ellie had to- kill…it..”

His finger slides out and leaves your underwear, leaving a wet trail of your juices up your stomach. He’s obviously not done with you. Not even close.

Your body is instantaneously gripped hard from both sides, and you find yourself being tossed to the bed like a ragdoll. The top half of your body is pressed face down into the mattress while your legs are hung over the edge of the bed so you’re bent over it. The anticipation consumes you as you grasp for purchase on the bedsheets.

“Joelll..” You whine.

“Shut it, princess. I’m not too happy with ya’ right now.” 

Heavy footsteps from Joel’s boots get closer and closer to your wound up body from behind. His now fully erect dick is sat between the cheeks of your round ass, but isn’t quite making contact because of your underwear and his jeans.

The sides of your white underwear are grabbed and pulled down in one swift motion so they’re bunched around your ankles.The wetness of the fabric brushes against your calf, making you shudder.

“I’m gonna make sure you don’t run off and do somethin’ stupid like that again. You got that, little girl?” With that, your inner thighs are taken into his rough hands and parted, the sensations of different skin textures feeling ever so welcomed. Your mound is exposed to him in all its intimate glory, your slick starting to seep out onto your upper thighs.

“Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy, baby. ‘S a shame it belongs to such a stupid thing like you, eh?” Joel chuckles huskily. As much as you want to be annoyed with his degradation, you can’t be. It’s one of the hottest things to leave his lips, and it makes you feel so, so dirty inside and out. You crave it.

Your plush lips form an ‘o’ when Joel’s body shifts behind you. The heat of his mouth teases your throbbing, aching heat and creates a warm feeling that makes the desperate need increase by tenfold. Your mind is foggy, only visions of Joel fucking you senseless flooding your every waking thought. 

The rough and scratchy, silver-streaked beard of his scrapes the soft meat of the back of your thigh, and you know he’s so close to eating you out. To giving you what you need.

“I’m gonna eat you out nice and slow, Pumpkin. And you ain’t gonna cum, not yet. Understood?” 

You don’t even have time to respond before his open mouth attaches itself to your soaking wet pussy. A soft but surprised moan escapes your lips as your fingers clench hard onto the sheets to the point that your nails are digging through to your palms. The urge to push your hips back and facefuck him is strong, but you refrain.

Joel’s hot, wet tongue slides from his mouth and slips between your puffy lips. He’s tasting you, his own brown eyes closing in bliss while he groans into your cunt.

“Joel..!” The pleasure is already overwhelming. You’re so fucking turned on, you need this. And you need it badly.

“Quiet. This ain’t for your pleasure. ‘S for mine.” 

That tongue of his pushes deeper between your folds, nuzzling into them with his nose and mouth. You’ve never had him eat you from the back, but it’s a feeling you can’t even begin to describe. The tip flicks against your swollen clit, earning an involuntary eye roll from you.

“Taste so fuckin’ good f’me. So damn sweet.” As he’s sucking and lapping at your sensitive bud, his hands move from the backs of your thighs to your ass cheeks. The older man kneads and squeezes the round globes in perfect time with his tongue-flicking. Lewd sounds of him noisily pleasuring you plus your loud moans fill the bedroom, leaving space for nothing else.

It might be because you’re wound up. Maybe it’s because you were worked up before you’d even gone on patrol. Either way, you know your orgasm is quickly approaching once that familiar pressure builds up in your lower abdomen. Your pussy muscles start to squeeze and contract around nothing as if it's got a mind of its own while your legs threaten to buckle and twitch.

“Please- oh fuck, please-” You cry out, your body starting to shake with every tantalizing move that brings you closer and closer to climax.

And then just as quickly as the build-up started, it fades away when Joel pulls his mouth away. You glance behind you to see Joel’s mouth and chin coated in your slick. He’s got a dark smile on his lips.

“What’d I say, princess? This ain’t for you. You ain’t cummin’. Not until I want ya’ to.” 

“But Joel-! You said-”

“And you said you’d be safe on patrol. Guess we’re both liars now, ain’t we? Now turn around.” Joel chuckles, getting up from the floor and starting to unbuckle his dark brown leather belt. 

You groan and gasp, too weak and jelly-like to move. With a little..rough..assistance from Joel, you’re turned around and fully laid on the bed.. He wastes no time climbing on top of you and gripping both cups of the white bra you’re still wearing, fingers digging into the soft and squishy fabric. 

In a moment of intense strength, Joel pulls them apart without much effort. The bra splits open down the middle, revealing your breasts to the hungry man above you.

“Oh, look at you..” He croons, starting to grope at your tits while his fingers roll and pinch your nipples until they’re hardened peaks ready to be admired. His lips quickly find your cleavage and start to leave featherlight kisses down between them, earning another moan from you. Each touch is like a burst of fireworks in your body.

“So fuckin’ eager for me to punish you. That is, princess? Want this old man to fuck ya’ until you’re beggin’ to cum on my cock?”

Joel’s hard dick is straining against the fabric of his jeans, pressed snugly against your bare cunt. You catch yourself starting to shift your hips, chasing that friction. He’s too busy to care about that right now. 

With a hoarse groan on his end, those soft, hot lips of the Texan’s venture back up until they’re fully pressed against your own in an aggressive, passionate kiss. That tongue, that damn tongue, slips between your lips without asking for entrance. Your tongues roll and battle for dominance, but it’s an easy fight for Joel. His left hand reaches up to grip your hair and keep you in place while he pulls away.

There’s a string of saliva connecting you two, wetting your chin a bit as his face then nuzzles into your neck. A new, sharp sting causes your body to jolt at attention, and you can tell Joel’s biting at the soft flesh at the base of your neck down to your collarbone.

“Everyone’s gonna know I’m the only one fuckin’ you. The only one stretchin’ that tight little pussy.” 

Joel buries his nose along the hollow of your throat while he gathers your sweet, natural musk. The tousled, graying brown hair at the top of his head tickles just underneath your chin while he continues to mark your skin with deep red splotches that’ll form into hickeys any second.

“M- mhm..all- all yours..” You mewl loudly, your back dipping and arching in the pleasurable pain from Joel’s sharp teeth. 

“That’s right, baby girl. I still ain’t gonna forgive you yet, though.” God, this man is relentless to you.

“Now,” he suddenly shifts back, sitting between your thighs while his strong, veiny hands move to his half-undone belt. It’s briskly pulled off and tossed to the floor before he’s already reaching to step out of his jeans. The button unsnaps and the zipper falls, the jeans already being yanked off and dropped right next to the belt. That thick, hard cock is visible through Joel’s boxers, but you don’t have time to admire them because those are quickly rolled off too. 

“You’re gonna fuckin’ take me and I’m not preppin’ you. You hear? I don’t care if you’re gonna be a whinin’, bitchin’ mess. Spread those pretty legs, pumpkin.” It’s a mix of stern yet loving yet angry from earlier events. 

On command, your thighs open up once you reveal yourself to him again. 

“Jesus Christ, that’s so fuckin’ hot.” 

Joel’s hips press to yours, his left hand coming to grab the headboard to keep himself stable. His right hand grips his cock, which is beading with pre-cum, and starts to stroke it languidly. The pre is spread along the head and shaft when he uses his palm to rub it along. Meanwhile, you can only look up at the beast of a man with pleading eyes, desperate for him to be inside you. You don’t care if it’ll hurt..if anything, you crave the burning sensation when he stretches you out.

Without warning, the tip of his dick is slapped teasingly against your aching, dripping mound. Joel begins to move again, gathering slick onto his length so he can slip in with ease despite not preparing you to take him in. You gasp and catch your bottom lip between your teeth, too messed up and blissed-out from what you’ve received so far to so much as utter a single sentence.

“I need…need you..” The voice is so small and strangled that you can hardly believe it came from your own body. The need and lust has completely overridden every coherent thought and word from your brain. It’s like you're drunk on his cock and you haven’t even felt it inside yet.

“Yeah? Hold on tight then.” 

With that, Joel pulls back and harshly slams into you, his cock spearing your cunt and filling you up completely. There’s a searing pain where he’s stretching you out with the thickness alone, and his name leaves your lips like it’s the only thing you know. And right now, it is.

“Oh, fuuuck. There it is…s’ so tight..you’re gonna fuckin’..take alla’ it.” He rasps, his right hand gripping your shoulder so tightly his fingernails are leaving crescent shaped marks into the flesh.

“N-No- wait..wait..” You whimper, trying to stop him from thrusting so you have time to adjust.

But he doesn’t care.

“I ain’t waitin’. Not for this. You didn’t listen on patrol, I ain’t listenin’ to your cries.” He reminds you. 

Hard, deep thrusts start to shake your body, the tip of his cock occasionally slamming against your cervix and creating whitehot pleasurable pain that presumably leaves bruises deep inside. 

The unrelenting assault on your soft, tight walls makes you cry and beg, nails searching to grab onto anything to keep yourself stable and in the moment while he ruts into you over and over. Your breasts bounce with every movement, which is a sight you can tell Joel enjoys, evident by the hungry expression on his face.

“You wanna be such a bad little slut, dontcha? Don’t. Wanna. Fuckin’. Listen.” Every word in the last sentence is punctuated by a thrust when he drives himself into you. 

“J- Joel! Pleaseee…” The pleasure is making your head hit the pillow, your toes to curl, and a thin sheet of sweat to build above your browline.

“Bad girls who..ah, fuck..” He croaks, getting cut off by a wave of pleasure crashing over his own body. You swear you can even hear a…whimper as his dark eyes roll into the back of his head.

“..girls who don’t..listen- they get their holes..fuckin’ used. Just like this, princess.” 

There it is again. That build-up in the bottom of your stomach. Your orgasm is once again approaching, and you’re hoping he’ll finally let you get your release.

Joel must’ve noticed your fucked-out state, because he smiles deviously and slams back into you.

“What? Y’ wanna cum? Wanna cum while I’m poundin’ into ya’?”

“Ye- Yes- Joel, please!” You yell. There’s no holding back, you needed this. Your hands reach up and cling themselves into his mop of brown hair, burying your fingers into it while you whine and garble underneath him.

“If that’s what ya’ want..” You don’t notice the devilish gleam in his darkened doe eyes, you’re too caught up in the relief of knowing you’re going to be able to cum. As his thrusts and grunts continue, two thick fingers slide down towards your heat and delve between your sensitive folds. The fingers move away and are replaced with the calloused pad of his thumb pressing harshly against your throbbing clit. 

“M- Fuck!” It’s almost too much; Joel’s pounding into you paired with his thumb not letting up courses sparks of indescribable pleasure radiating through your body. Your orgasm builds and builds and builds until..

“I’m not rewardin’ you today.”

Joel starts to swirl his thumb quickly around your already super sensitive nub instead of slowly and gently. The wave of ecstasy you’d been waiting for and pining over crashes over you for just a split second and that usual over-sensitivity takes over before you could even enjoy it. The orgasm was fast and ruined and you fucking hated it. 

A sense of frustration fills your senses while you glare daggers up at Joel, who’s still moving and holding tightly to your body until there’s red handprint marks left all over your hips, chest, and thighs. You grunt and furrow your brows at him.

“You mad, princess? Too…too fuckin’ bad. You’re so fuckin’ adorable..”

Joel’s then holding you down onto the bed while he fucks into you with reckless abandon, using you like his own personal fleshlight until he’s ready to shoot his load deep inside of you. Of course it’s not long before his movements are losing their rhythm. They begin to stutter and twitch as his cock throbs while you’re wrapped around him. 

“Ohh, shit, princess…’m gonna cum so fuckin’- so fuckin’ hard. ‘S gonna fill you up ‘til you’re leakin’.”

One thrust. Two thrusts. A third, final roll of his hips emits an animalistic groan from the rough southern man as he shoots thick ropes of his semen to paint your soft insides. You feel the hot substance spilling into you, and you can’t help but let out a moan despite your anger towards your boyfriend right now.

His softening cock doesn’t pull out even as he’s caught his breath and laid atop you. You’re being crushed by his body, but you don’t mind.

“You’re…an asshole..” You mutter, voice muffled from Joel’s sweaty shoulder pressed to your lips.

“Love ya’ too, sugar. Maybe now you’ll fuckin’ listen when I tell ya’ to start bein’ safe.” It’s obvious Joel’s being genuine right now, with his voice soft yet still hoarse from the sex while his southern twang rings in your ears. 

You can’t stay mad at this man, can you?

“I ain’t tryin’ to be a dick. I just…want you safe. That so hard to ask for? Ya’ don’t needa be a hero, kid.” 

“I know..” 

“What’d we learn?” He whispers in your ear, hand coming up to roll a few strands of your hair between his fingers in a loving way. His flaccid cock is still inside of you, but it’s oddly..comforting.

“Not to…be reckless..”

“Good girl.” A soft kiss is pressed to your forehead, nothing like a kiss you’d felt from the Joel from earlier. It’s a tender one, meant to comfort you. At the end of the day, all he wants is for you to be safe. Hell, he hates you even just going on patrol. 

“I love you. You know that, dontcha?” 

“I know. I love you too..” 

You both lay there, curled up in each others’ warm embrace. As much as Joel likes to torture you when you’ve been ‘bad’, you know he loves you. Even if he sucks at words and feelings, the love in those eyes says enough.

[misspearly1]

Breaking and Entry

Pairing: Dom!Joel x You (F!Reader) - this is not apart of my Dom Joel/ Sub Reader series.

WC: 2k

Warnings: 18+ Content, Minors DNI. Smut. Masturbation (Both F & M) Little bit of Voyeurism. Use of sex toys. Rough sex. Unprotected PIV. Praise kink & a little bit of Degrading kink. Overstimulation, it becomes a little too much for F. Mentions of after care for Joel. Fluffy ending. If I have missed anything, do please call it out my loves.

AN: Ok, I am writing a whole heap of stories at the moment, so I thought I drop this little smutty piece for you all to keep ya fed ;). (And myself too, I couldn't get this out of my mind). Hope you enjoy darlings - I plan to play the game sometime this week because I miss gruff looking Joel in the first game <3.

"Joel."

The sound of his name echoes throughout the house like a siren's song. Sweet and mischievous to the ears, he drops everything in his hands by the front door and starts following the sound of his beautiful angel calling for him. All lights are off, casting a darkness around every corner but Joel doesn't need light to locate where you are.

"Babe, come here." A giggle whispers its way to his ears, teasing the hunger that remains inside of him day and night - for you. "I've missed you so much today." You say seductively.

Discarding his clothes one at a time with each step he takes up the stairs, Joel reaches his bedroom with only his underwear left to be removed. A warm glow shimmered through the gaps with a scent of vanilla lingering in the air.

"I know you're there." A heavy sigh hums through the wood of the door - a sound so delectable to his ears that it sends a new rush of blood straight to his cock, hardening it with a feral need to be buried into your warmth. "Let me see you. I'm really close handsome, but I need to see your face."

Joel reaches for the door handle with a shuddering exhale then cracks it open a little before stopping at the sound of your gasp, followed by a loud vibrating hum. He doesn't move, but opens the door fully to be met by the pretty sight of you wearing a sexy new piece of lingerie while laying on your back, legs spread with a vibrator pressed to your clothed cunt.

Tongue running over his bottom lip, the man slides a hand inside his underwear to take himself in hand and ease the throb. You are soaking. Your little red laced panties are darkened with your desire as well as the sheets beneath you. Eyes almost black with lust, you didn't lift your head from the pillow but you met his gaze and formed your lips into the shape of an 'o'. You are close. Joel can see your legs trembling, but you're holding back.

"Hey there pretty lady." His voice rumbles across the room, eliciting a needy whimper from you. "Go on. Finish what you started." Joel hisses, leaning against the door frame to watch you pleasure yourself while slowly fisting his cock. "Let me hear all those sweet noises you make."

Muscles tensing and veins bulging, Joel strokes himself a little faster with a harder grip as you writhe on the bed. You amped up the vibrator and pushed it deeper into the fabric of your panties, directly over your sensitive clit. The way your voice sounds dry and parched as you mewl tells the man that this isn't your first orgasm.

"God-damn, Y/N." He seethes, an internal rage directed at his own will to stay put and keep his hands off you. Joel needs your cunt wrapped around him, not his hand, but first and foremost, he wants you ready for him. "Fuck! Pull those panties to the side." He groans through gritted teeth, practically fucking his fist now. "I want to watch your hole clench around nothing, baby doll."

Doing as he asked, you slid your lacy red underwear to the side and placed the vibrator over your bare clit, tossing your head back with surges of pleasure coursing through your body. "Joel! I'm going to-'' Your warning was cut short with your climax.

Toes curling into the sheets, the warmth rushes to your chest and spreads like fire, setting your whole body alight with stars. "Good girl. That's it, Y/N.'' Joel praises kept you from floating to another dimension, your orgasm was still seeing through its course, making it too much to bear against your abused clit. You've lost count of how many times you've climaxed tonight, it's been hours since your first one.

Taking the vibrator away as it became too much, you heaved a heavy breath and slowly started to come down from your high. You need a drink of water. Your mouth is so dry from all the moaning that you're certain it's going to hurt tomorrow morning. The sound of floorboards creaking open your eyes and you lift your head to see Joel climbing onto the bed with an animalistic look on his face.

"We ain't done yet, darlin'." He grunts deeply before slotting his hips between your legs and thrusting his cock through your cunt in one swift motion. You cried out with the intrusion, hands instantly darting out to his shoulders to hold on for what's to come next.

Buried to the hilt with ease, Joel shows his impatience by removing his cock and slamming it back home again. Somehow stretching you open more than the first time. You cry again, moaning his name to the high heavens above, but this time with Joel mocking you. "That's what I like to hear darlin'. Scream for me while I fuck you into the mattress."

Finding his rhythm which was slow and deep, yet punishingly hard each time his hips snapped into yours, Joel slipped a hand around the back of your neck and gripped gently. "You missed me today, huh?" He chuckles, heavy breaths bellowing across your face. "You miss my cock, don't lie sweetheart.”

That was… semi true. You do miss his cock, and you do miss him too. He left you in the early hours of the morning for his patrol, but something went wrong and he had to stay out there all day, thus bringing him back at this late hour, exhausted and irritable. A frustration that is effectively subsided when buried in your warmth, and it’s most favourable that you have spent the last few hours in his absence fucking yourself on his bed. 

You met Joel three months ago when joining Jackson, and boy what an adventurous three months they have been. You and him instantly took a liking to each other, and it didn’t take long for you to end up in his bed either. You don’t even live here, but you broke in to surprise him after hearing something went wrong on a patrol. “You’re a naughty girl, sweetheart.” Joel groans, bringing up your most recent thoughts “I oughta teach you a lesson for sneaking around my home when I ain’t here.” 

Pulling out of your cunt and grabbing your arms, Joel swiftly turns you around and pushes your face into the covers, successfully silencing your mewls as he thrusts his cock back inside of you. The man kept you in that position for a few moments before giving you a break for air, though he did that by gripping handfuls of your air and pulling your head back.

“Can’t get enough can you? I fuck you last night and this morning, but you always come back for more.” He growls into your ear, cock slamming into your from behind. “I just fuck you so good don’t I. Nothing else can compare, not even this little vibrator.” 

Grabbing the toy and pressing it to your clit, you cried as Joel buried his face into your neck and grinded into you. The clench around his cock apparently broke his dominance over you, but only for a moment. Standing up and pulling you with him, he placed the vibrator in your hands with an order. “Don’t take it away unless I tell yer to.” 

“O-okay.” You manage to utter. Shaking violently from his actions, Joel was fucking you now with such brutality that your breasts slapped your skin as they bounced. The hands he placed to your hips stopped you from falling forward and kept you in place, but that wasn’t enough for Joel.

Bringing one of his hands up your body, he grabbed your throat and pulled your head back to his shoulder. It didn’t hurt, you were too focused on your orgasm to care even if it did hurt, and his lips placed to your ear whispering absolute filth just drove you insane. “You’re gonna cum, I can feel it, baby.. s..squeezing me so t-tight. Oh fuck.” He moans, mouth falling open. “That’s it, Y/N. Cum for me you cockdumb slut.” 

Mewling with your climax, you tried to move the vibrator away but Joel grabs it just in time and holds it against your clit. “Ah ah. I didn’t say move it, now did I?” The sensations were too powerful, thus making you scream, however he moves his hand from your neck to hold over your mouth as he grunts. “The neighbors darlin’. They’ll complain.” 

As your shaking body jerked against Joel’s grip, you could feel another orgasm quickly building and you moaned into the palm of his hand with tears rolling down your cheeks. It felt so good, yet painfully good. Cock thrusting in and out of your cunt with a powerful vibration to your clit was too much pleasure. The vibrator was too much, but before you could even reach for Joel’s hand over your mouth to tell him, your eyes spring open with a sudden rush of liquid gushing out of your cunt, completely drenching your legs and Joel's. 

“Joel!” Ears ringing from how loud you screamed, a blanket of stars erupted behind your eyelids and Joel finally took away the vibrator, allowing you to come down from your aching orgasm, however he was still snapping his hips into yours, chasing his own climax.

“Nearly there darlin’. I’m close.” He says softly, planting one kiss on your lips before looking into your eyes. You’re spent. Completely spent and exhausted, and just as quick as the thought popped into his mind to abandon his orgasm to take care of you, your hand reaches up to thread your fingers through his hair. “Cum for me Joel, please.” 

Please - that was all it took.

The sound of your voice pleading him sent Joel over the edge and he quickly pulls out to spill creamy white ropes of his seed onto your lower back with a groan deep from his stomach. Kisses then planted to your shoulder, he breathed through his high while running a reassuring hand up your stomach. “Are you okay, babydoll?” He asks, voice raspy. “I didn’t…didn’t hu-”

“No, never.” You cut him off with a shake of your head upon hearing the guilt in his tone. “I’d speak up and tell you if it did hurt. It was just…” You sigh a chuckle, taking his hands in yours. “...For a moment there the vibrator was becoming too much, but I wasn’t in pain babe. I promise.” 

Tilting your face to meet his lips, it was soft and passionate, expressing every reassurance that Joel may want or need in this moment. You love how rough he can get in the bedroom, though sometimes when it’s a rough session, he needs extra attention and care when coming back down to earth. You sometimes need it too, but tonight Joel was the one in need of after care.

Walking towards the bathroom with him and still kissing him on the lips, you stopped at the sink and held a cloth under the tap before turning it on. “Will you stay the night?” He asks, taking the cloth from you and cleaning the mess he made on your back. “I want to feel you beside me in bed, it’s been a long day sweetheart.” 

“Of course.” You nod. Tossing the rag into the sink and holding his hands, you took Joel towards the bed and pulled the sheets back. “Let me fix this first, lay down handsome.”  

Removing the blanket that you soaked and finding another in the cupboard, you came back over to Joel and climbed in beside him then readjusted the covers over you both. Before you could even decide which sleeping position to take, Joel chose for you by turning you over to lay on your side and spooned you from behind. Skin touching skin just the way he likes it, he pulls your body flush to his and rests his chin in your neck. “No more breaking into my home, Y/N.” He whispers, gently shaking his head. Shame burned your cheeks and you felt terrible, however his next words overpowered the shame with happiness and joy. 

“I’ll get a key cut for you tomorrow, darlin’. My home is your home.”

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