#joe (mammal) smut

[thirstyvampyr]

About me

Mina • 39 • french • bi • multifandom • depressed, lazy & horny

Asks and messages open, feel free to tell me to fuck off and call me out on my bullshit, always happy to learn. I'm not very smart but I try my best. Come and go as you please because I don't control when I change obsessions.

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Barry Keoghan:

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Ben • Curtis Biddick • Dominic Kearney • Druig • Dympna Devers • George Mills • Jonny McGee • Joe Walsh • Joker • Martin Lang • Oliver Quick • Pavel • Pavel Yefremov • Scavenger • Sean • Sean Bannon • Spencer Reinhard • Tommy

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stardew valley • skyrim • sims 4 • fallout 4 • fallout new vegas • fallout 3 • fallout 76 • rimworld • gta v • enderal • nexus • modding

Ships:

pete and carl • liebgott • gallavich • speirton • winnix • ranson • hannigram • quickstart • clegan

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[greenorangevioletgrass]

forward motion through the water (joe)

pairing: joe (mammal) x fem!reader

summary: you find unexpected company in your late-night swim.

word count: 2,103

warnings: language, banter, fluff, smut [public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, choking, creampie] no movie spoilers!

notes: my taglist has ended. follow @ficsbygreenorangevioletgrass and turn on the notification for my latest works! to celebrate the new year, why not kick it off with our boy joe? happy reading and don't forget to reblog if you like it! <3

***

Swimming has always been your respite. There's nothing quite like paddling through water, somehow heavy and light at the same time. The burning ache in your arms and legs feel warm and familiar because you're finally, finally tiring yourself out for the night. And if the voices in your head get too loud, you can always float. Or dive in. Either way, you only hear the muted ebb and flow of the water.

It's a late Thursday night; way past closing time at your university swimming pool. But one of your friends is a competitive swimmer and has access to the place for training. And tonight, you're snagging that for a bit of a quiet time alone.

Which is strange when you see the door into the swimming pool unlocked and open just a crack. And as you get closer and closer, you hear splashing of water.

You try to sneak in, but the door creaks. Loud in this massive echo chamber in the dead of night with just yourself and... this boy who seems like he can barely swim?

He turns around to look at you, and you're both equally as alarmed to be made.

"Oi, you're not supposed to be here," he shouts at you from the far side of the pool.

But you're not backing down that easily. You didn't walk in the freezing cold from your flat just to be turned away by this ratty-looking boy. So you simply cross your arms and say,

"I could say the same about you."

"I work here."

"I have access." you wave around a card and a key.

He jumps onto the edge of the pool and sits down. "You a swimmer?"

You shrug.

He looks at you curiously. "Never seen you train here before."

"I'm new,” you lie without missing a beat.

"So am I,” he quips back. He doesn’t buy it at all, that much is obvious.

With a heavy sigh, you walk over to him. "Look, man, I'm just here to do a few laps. I'll stay on my lane, and you on yours. Alright?"

He gives you one last look, like he's trying to assess how much of a threat you are, and decides you probably won't be a bother (which is rich, coming from him). So he motions towards the pool to allow you in, so to speak.

"How gracious of you," you deadpan, throwing down your gym bag on a bench. Shedding your jacket and your hoodies and your sweatpants and your shoes until you're standing in your Nike swimsuit.

You stretch and put on your goggles as you make your way to the starting block, and through it all, you feel him stealing glances at you. It would unnerve you if he hadn't looked so damn out of place.

"You were giving me a hard time just so you can dip your toes in the water? I thought you wanted to swim!" you quip cockily, just before you jump into the water.

The cold is biting, but you power through, legs kicking and arms a-windmill the whole length of the pool and back. Your breath is labored when you bring your head out of the water, but your head is a little clearer. And the more you swim, the more your body relaxes. The more yourself you feel.

You try to ignore this other guy, out of privacy and peace of mind, though you can’t help but notice him swimming a few lanes away. A lot slower, a lot... messier. Sometimes stopping in the middle of the lap. Sometimes just... sitting on the bottom of the pool, air bubbles popping up from his nose into the surface.

After a while, you catch your breath by floating on your back, carried away from your lane, when he finally emerges from the water.

"I was starting to think you were taking a nap down there," you offhandedly comment, goggles now wrapped loosely around your wrist.

"What if I was?" There's a hint of humor in his voice this time.

You pause thoughtfully. "Well, was it a good nap?"

For the first time, he smiles, and you almost think that maybe, just maybe, he's not so bad.

(And if his eyes linger as he watches you chuckle, you don't mind it all that much.)

"So." you wade over to him. "What brings you here?"

"It's just... nice. Quiet," he trails off, and then catches himself. "Well. When I'm alone, I guess."

You roll your eyes at his little dig at you, although you still agree. “I mean, I get it.”

He looks at you curiously again, as if asking you to tell him more.

"You get to stop thinking for a bit, don't you? And there's nothing else but you in the water..." you trail off and catch yourself, mimicking him. "Well. There's you flopping around tonight, but…”

He laughs a little and splashes you.

“Oh come on!” you splash him right back, hitting him right in the face.

For a moment, the steady ripple of water erupts into erratic sloshes between the two of you. Gone are the peace and quiet. It’s all cackling and curses and chaos in your sacred temple.

And you’re not mad about it.

He disappears under the surface and purposely, obnoxiously, splashes you with his kicking motion as he swims away. But you’re a much better swimmer, you can reach his leg and pull it in no time.

You join him underwater and get into this playful wrestling with him until you come up for air, gasping and laughing and holding onto each other in the deep end of the pool.

Staring at this perfect stranger with eyes as blue as the water and a smile as mischievous as the devil.

And somehow, your first instinct is to pull him into a kiss.

And oh, how he welcomes you with open arms.

Gone is the urge to stay afloat. The two of you effortlessly sink into the pool floor, this time entangling yourselves into each other instead of pulling away. Hair and limbs weightlessly drifting around you, only kept together by your lips and his hand on your face. You don’t pull away until you’re dizzy –and even then, you’re not sure if it’s from the kiss or the breath you’re running out of.

You just know that you haven’t had enough.

Your hand finds his as you swim back to the surface. He catches up to you with a gasp, and this time, he’s the one who chases your lips. Hot and wet and entirely all-consuming. He laves on your lips and your neck and your earlobe and the corner of your jaw until your mind’s hazy and it takes you everything to push him away and climb up the metal ladder on the side of the pool.

You look over your shoulder, droplets falling from the tips of your hair. “Coming?”

As clumsy as his swimming, he clambers up and embraces you from behind, continuing his ravenous kisses on your wet skin. His hand roams all over your body, from your thighs to your hips to your ass and your tits. Completely engrossed in committing your curves to memory while you lead him towards the bench.

You push him away for the second time –this time to sit him down. All the physical exertion makes you bold, and you don’t feel an inch of insecurity as you unzip the front of your swimsuit and peel it off your skin.

Not when this boy is staring up at you in pure, unadulterated lust and pulls you in by your hips, mouth tracing patterns on your lower stomach. Tentatively. Like he’s asking a question.

And you don’t need to answer. Your one knee propped on the bench is already enough to tell him yes.

He takes your answer, and your hardened nipples, in his mouth like it’s his to devour.

His hand trails up your inner thigh, caressing your pussy lips, all soft and silky and sensitive. One finger dips between your folds, finding your clit. He rubs and rubs until your hips are rocking with him in this slow, unsteady rhythm. And as the pleasure grows, he slides a finger inside you, and another. Curling and coaxing you closer and closer to orgasm. And when you look down to find him staring up at you, you’re sure that he’s determined to get you there.

“Fuck…” your fingers disappear into his mess of dark hair as he licks and tugs at your tits with his tongue and his teeth, sly fingers pumping in and out of you, clenching around him tighter and tighter until the grip breaks. Your senses are flooded with warmth and pleasure, as your moans fill the silent air.

“I’m, uh…” he murmurs into your chest, and you find it kind of adorable that he’s the one at a loss for words when you’re the one who just got fingerfucked to completion.

“Hey, I’m clean. Are you clean?” you push down his trunks, freeing his cock, looking him right in the eye.

He nods, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing as he runs the tip of your hard length along your slit. The bulbous head sits right on your entrance and it’s only then that you realize something.

“What’s your name?” you breathe out, your motion stopping to a halt.

He blinks at you like he needs a moment to register your question. “Joe,” he answers.

“Joe.” you nod slowly, and then, “Cool. I just –just think screaming ‘stranger at the pool’ when I cum is a bit of a mouthful.”

He chuckles, the kind that makes his whole face light up, and kisses you deeply. Pulling you in as you sink down on him, swallowing him whole in your core.

For a moment, neither of you move. You’re just wrapped and enclosed together, taking in how warm and alive you feel with each other. Foreheads pressed together. Hearts beating in sync with your breaths. And soon, the grinding of your hips follows.

He meets your thrusts halfway, his hands firm on your ass. The stretch of his cock makes you whimper, and you want him closer. Your hand cups the side of his neck to pull him back towards your lips, and you swear his breath hitches when your thumb glides across his windpipe…

Oh.

You pull away to get a good look at him –in question, in confirmation. And you don’t know how you know this; his eyes just soften and he tilts his head up ever so slightly and he lets you.

It’s almost tender. Despite the desperate rutting of your hips. Despite your hand around his throat, squeezing a little tighter by the second. His eyes bore into you, aged and innocent at the same time, and it doesn’t unsettle you one bit. It’s like swimming in uncharted waters, but it’s still swimming all the same.

His hands are everywhere now. On your hips, tangled in your hair, on the side of your face… and you find yourself mirroring what he did. Tilting your head up, allowing his hand to close in around you, too.

The silent word that falls from your lips is his name.

The light pressure on the sides of your neck makes you lightheaded, and it melds with the orgasm that surges through your veins. You feel every pulse of your inner walls, every gasp that squeaks through. Every inch of him inside you, painting your insides with his release.

And you feel like floating.

And just as you start to sink in, you feel Joe’s hands around your back. Keeping you close against him. The hand on your neck is already cradling the back of your head. “There we go… you’re alright. You’re good. Just breathe, okay? Breathe…”

You do just that, and you can’t help but chuckle lazily.

“What?”

“I think that’s the most I’ve heard you speak the whole night.”

He shakes his head grinning. “I still don’t know your name, you know.”

“You never asked.”

Joe rolls his eyes playfully. “Fine. What’s your name?”

It’s so strange to go through these introductions while still having him inside you, his cum dripping out of you onto his own thigh. Your arms resting on his shoulders as you toy with his wet hair. All too familiar.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he echoes, hand tracing the outline of your face, and you can feel the jagged scar on his palm on your skin.

“Joe,” you greet him back, savoring how his name tastes on your tongue, a and kisses him hello.

[xmari-7]

Barry ✨appreciation✨ post cause I mean look at him and I seriously need Eternals in HD like weeks ago

[wixxid]

MASTERLIST

Last Updated: 07 May, 2024

Requests: Open

Smut Ω • Dark ▲ • Fluff ∑

FEYD-RAUTHA

Ivory Ω ▲ Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI

BUCKY BARNES

Bloodstream

The Inheritance ▲

Love and War Ω ▲

DRUIG

Hallucinogenics

DAEMON TARGARYEN

Wicked Games Part I

Wicked Games Part II

AEMOND TARGARYEN

Flesh and Bone Ω Part I

JOE (MAMMAL)

Breathe Ω ▲

[ellus986]

Barry Keoghan masterlists

It could be a million years, or just a minute…

Makkari x Druig

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

I really love this series so I hope you enjoy it too. 🙈

I won’t say I cried when I wrote “the end” on part 7, but I won’t say I didn’t either.

Easy target

Another planets eternal x closeted bi Druig

One shot

Okay this is purly smut, purly for plesure.

Could I ever forget?

reader x Joe from mammal

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

This one is so fucking pure, life like I can’t. I love it, love how it ended.

Falling in love during a world war

Reader x George Mills

Part 1

Part 2 A

Part 2 B

Part 3 B

Okay I’m not crying at the end, I’m crying in the second I start writing part 2. This fic is something that was in me for a time, but had no courage to break my own heart. I did, here it is, I hope all you like it, because this is one I’m really proud of.

[slut4dympna]

Hi!! I'm in desperate need for more content about Joe - especially after reading what you wrote.

Could you please give us more of it? 🥺

okay indulge me for a moment here : an au with joe and reader based on sally rooney's 'normal people'

allow me to explain

(warnings for mentions of sex, but only briefly as these are just hcs)

- i honestly had this in my head while i wrote my other joe fic but i just didnt really elaborate enough to clarify it

- but like... you coming from a more privileged background but being weird and not really having friends at all

- and joe obviously not coming from the best background but being very popular and actually having lots of friends

- i honestly see it as one of those academic rivalry type things at first

- theres one subject you're both really good at and you sort of have this private competition going on between you about who can do better

- but you both always seem to get the exact same scores and never have a clear winner or loser

- you rarely ever speak because no one ever speaks to you at school

- but the one time you do speak is when he comes into the shop your family owns

- he doesnt know why he started going there, he could never afford any of the stuff because its all high end shit

- but you got him talking that first time, which surprised you both since joe isnt really much of a talker, not unless you know him really well

- and since then he just keeps coming back

- eventually, one day, after the tension builds up, and this weird rapport begins between you, you end up taking him to the storage room in the back and fucking him there

- it starts this affair of sorts between you, where he comes to you for sex and strangely deep chats about life and love and family

- and he then proceeds not to talk to you at all at school

- he cant tell if it actually bothers you. and he convinces himself he doesnt care

- you secretly feel a little smug

- if you wanted to (and you dont, but, if you really wanted to) you could just tell everyone that you and joe have been fucking in secret and their opinions of the both of you would change entirely

- probably

- maybe

- but you wouldnt do that to joe. from what hes told you things are hard enough outside of school and he needs all the support he can get from his friends

- though from what he tells you, they arent always the greatest of friends to him

i have lots more ideas so lmk if you want more hcs or a full fic of this concept... if not i just needed it out of my system lol

[greenorangevioletgrass]

I love being begged

Like it sparks something in me

And I love even more telling him no and making him whine and cry for it 😫

That with a subby character of Barry’s

ok but edging him for hours and teasing him "think you're ready to cum, baby?" and he's all fucked out and he's just whimpering, "yes so ready fuckkk please let me cum" and then you just

stop

and shake your head and mirror his big doe eyes, and go "i don't think so. im not done with you yet" 😈`

[slut4dympna]

Heyyy bestie! Just have a quick question, do you have any new fics planned??

boy, oh boy, do i have some fics planned .

CURRENTLY IN PROGRESS

NON-REQUESTED WORKS

'futile devices' - joe (mammal) x reader - rated E, 18+

sequel to 'care for you', very long awaited i am aware, thank you for being so patient with me. will contain copious amounts of both fluff and smut to make up for this <3

'old money' - dympna devers x reader - rated M, 18+

oneshot continuing the concept i proposed with my arranged marriage hcs a little while back. i've written it so it could easily be a standalone, but if people are interested, could also be a series !!

'i would never pretend to not know you' - joe (mammal) x reader - rated E, 18+

if you couldn't tell, a continuation of my normal people au. yes i had to make that quote the title, yes i do apologise for any heartbreak it may cause you.

REQUESTED WORKS

all of these are currently untitled simply because i am uncreative with titles and will not be able to settle on anything until i have finished the entire thing </3

martin (killing of a sacred deer) x reader - rated T

wherein you are martin's best friend, get jealous of him and kim, and then get thoroughly comforted by him. rated t for the canon-typical weirdness of martin's character and the whole story lol

the scavenger (green knight) x reader - rated T

just some general scavenger hcs because i am yet to write anything proper for him and wanted to start off simple ! again rated T for the canonical themes

martin (killing of a sacred deer) x goth!reader - rated T

martin rambling abt his sexy goth s/o because its what we all need . (promise there will actually be more plot than this)

dympna devers x reader - rated M, 17+

let me tell you this request alone is heartbreaking enough, i am only extending the suffering. only rated M because its so so angsty and is canon-typically dark and violent. if you're familiar with the ending of tasm2.... prepare your heart is all i can say

dympna devers x reader - rated T

some good old fashioned enemies to lovers <3 packed full of fluff to make up for the angst of the other dymp fic in progress

dympna devers x reader - rated T

maybe i'll sandwich the angst in between these other two because this one will be lovely and wholesome as well ! a little birthday themed drabble where dymp realises all you really need to have a good day is some time with him

TO BE POSTED SOON ...

12-day writing challenge - multiple barry characters x reader - all fics rated E (18+) for gore, violence, dark themes, etc.

in celebration of my return to this blog, i wanted to do a challenge / prompt series that really caters to my own writing interests. therefore, i would like to say, that these mini fics definitely will not be for everyone !! and that's okay !! i've taken six of my favourite / the most popular barry characters and over twelve days, will publish two fics for each of them. each fic is based on a goretober prompt selected randomly from a huge list i found. individual warnings will be posted with each mini fic, but here's the character and prompt schedule now to give you a little preview:

day one : dympna devers + run

day two : martin (koasd) + stitched together

day three : the scavenger (gk) + antlers

day four : joe (mammal) + organs

day five : george (dunkirk) + rotting

day six : druig + plant growth

day seven : dympna devers + darts

day eight : martin (koasd) + melting flesh

day nine : the scavenger (gk) + frostbite

day ten : joe (mammal) + self-mutilation

day eleven : george (dunkirk) + blind

day twelve : druig + marionette

i'm planning to start posting these at the end of this week / beginning of next week so stay tuned for that !!

i'm going to keep this as my masterlist of sorts until i have enough fics / pieces to make an actual one !! so check back here for updates on any of these very soon <3

[slut4dympna]

you ask you shall receive….

https://discord.gg/BJ8tKPvH

asking to keep it 18+ pls since i did advertise it as a thirst gc lol and im not really comfortable w minors joining. other than that feel free to come chat abt barry & his characters !! big shoutout to @neveisai for helping me bc i have no clue what im doing with discord </3