#joel miller headcanons

[creedslove]

I dont know if you are taking requests but I just imagined joel miller having a bad day, that man is sore and cuddles😭😭😭 and cockwarming while he caresses your back and you caress his?? idk😭😭😭i saw the pedro photo with the glasses and omgggg Also how would you think pedro boys would react to trying cockwarming? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: omg baby, I love Joel, he needs to be cuddled and helped to relax, our poor handsome contractor 😍 love you too, so much 😻

• Joel's work is hard and difficult, not only the physical aspect of it, although it is a lot because he carries heavy things, he does manual work and above all, he has to handle people: clients, suppliers, associates, employees, you name it, he's gotta handle it all

• so it's not only the physical part of working, but rather the emotional and mental sides too, and eventually, some days can be worse than others and when it just happens to be one of these days, Joel feels comforted to know he can just come home to you, because he knows he's got you, and you can count on each other for that

• it's no secret you always cook dinner for your handsome boyfriend, sometimes you make full meals for him, or sometimes you just bake him a chicken/meat pie or even those egg sandwiches that are to die for, whatever it is, he knows he can go home and count on that, but not only food can solve a tiring and stressful day, sometimes he's just dragging himself around and he needs his darlin' to make things right for him

• you are always willing to make him feel good, already knowing Joel from the moment he gets off his truck, you can tell if he's energetic or exhausted, if he's in a good or a bad mood and so on, so when you see him walking home looking almost defeated, his curls sticking to his oily forehead because of the heat, you know it's your time to act and make him feel good

• the first thing you do for your man is to hand him a refreshing bottle of water; yes he can drink a pop or a beer, but water first, it will make a difference and help him feel much better, then you can greet him, and usually as you snake your arms around his body, you can feel how damp his sweaty clothes are, he needs to relax and you are willing to help him

"come on, handsome, let's take a shower, you'll feel alright soon"

• you convince him, kissing his lips gently and nuzzling his neck, taking him by the hand and guiding him to the bathroom, helping Joel undress slowly, first his shirt is gone, then his heavy jeans, his socks and underwear and soon enough, you got your handsome boyfriend under the stream of shower, the way the water fall all over his head, wetting his curls and making him look like a kicked puppy caught in the rain

"you're so tired my love, let me take care of you"

• you whisper to him, knowing it doesn't have to become erotic just yet, you and Joel will have time for it later, but because you know he needs to relax, so you grab your shampoo and spread it all over his hair, you know how much he always compliments you and your smell, so why not treat him to your products? It will make him feel good and relaxed, and that, you enjoy it a lot

• once his hair is done, then it's time for soap and body scrub, Joel never really paid much attention to it, but he cannot deny it feels great, he's at your mercy, your hands caressing and making him feel all the time great

• and once you both step out of the shower, you and him decide to go to the couch, there's no trouble in having some lazy dinner once in a while just scattered around the couch and relaxing completely

• once Joel is done eating, you can finally go to his shoulders, giving him some rubs and massaging softly, you feel the tension knots under your finger tips and all you can do is to whisper to him again asking him to relax and remember the next day will be a new and better day

• and then you both start making out a little, it just feels so good and natural as you kiss, the way you run your hands over each other's body and make each other feel much better, it can end up in sex or not, but it doesn't really matter, you love each other deeply and that's enough for the two of you, because you're there when he needs you and Joel is there when you need him ❤️

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[buckyysdoll]

— touchy, softly possessive joel — pre!outbreak headcanons;

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જ⁀➴ pictures are of no relation to size/race/age or anything else! if u like this it’s v similar to my post about being married to pre-outbreak joel miller! <3 cw: nothing really! implied sexual tension, that’s it <33 i want him so bad i’m biting my phone

❧ — is always, always wanting to touch you whenever you’ll let him (which is, obviously, always)

❧ — as in, just any skin to skin contact between you is what grounds him. keeps him steady, and strong.

❧ — a hand on the small of your back as you’re navigating crowds, or as he’s holding a door open for you to pass through.

❧ — holding hands as often as you can, even if it’s linked fingers, or just pinkies. any contact.

❧ — playing with each other’s hands almost unconsciously, too; he does it when you’re out with friends and sat beside one another. he’ll tap your fingers and intermittently bring the back of your hand to his mouth for a soft, quick kiss.

❧ — you also hold hands walking and joel does the thumb rub thing :’)

❧ — we’ve already established that joel is a soft, attentive lover and that’s no different outside the bedroom ;’)

❧ — pulls your feet into his lap when you flop down onto the couch beside him. will stroke and massage them to soothe as you tell him all about your hard day, and you’ll groan at the feeling cos god, does this man love you. joel miller loves you.

❧ — pulls you into a slow dance in the kitchen every opportunity he can get. he’d give up his life just to hear your startled laughter each time he sweeps your hand up, leads your feet

❧ — joel always puts his arm along the back of your table booth when dining out with friends — so softly possessive 😵‍💫 it’s his way of showing who you’re out with without staking claim in a more obvious way

❧ — although he’s definitely prepared for that, too. part two on jealous joel incoming soonnnn! ;)

❧ — in any case, he’ll settle for a hand on your thigh beneath the table, thumb brushing the inside seam of your jeans in steady strokes, back and forth. he knows how this gets you, and deliberately won’t look in your direction. you can see his smirk, though 😵‍💫

❧ — joel does the same while driving and it often leads to rather unsavoury roadside acts 🫣

❧ — also just kisses your hand with his eyes on the road — above your interlocked fingers. so too will he move those same joined hands to the gearstick without having to separate for a second. cos this is hot

❧ — kisses you on the lips every morning before work. will not leave without it, literally ever

❧ — if for any reason he couldn’t (like before you lived together) it would literally set the precedent for the whole rest of his day :(

❧ — when you’re pregnant, he does the same but kneels and kisses your stomach first, then your forehead or lips

❧ — always wants to hold you when you’re sleeping too, like every night without fail. he also never wants to let you leave in the morning and will groan like a baby, but you love it.

❧ — his arm is literally like a vice around your waist, warm and heavy and it’s the safest place in the whole entire world, to your eyes.

❧ — quick gestures of affection all the time. physical touch as his main love language ! forehead and temple kisses, kisses to the crown of your head, the inside of your wrists

❧ — joel inhales the scent of your hair all the time !! it’s his comfort just to drown in your nearness. he wraps his arms tight around you from behind, with his face in your neck and his stubble all scratchy :’)

❧ — holds your waist, has his hands on your hips as he gently moves behind you, as he tries to get past 🫠

❧ — is always mindful of making sure that you want to be touched before he does, though. that man can read you like a book, and knows all your tells; knows the silent language your body speaks

❧ — he’ll lay on the couch and just open his arms for you to come into after a long day; and again — it’s genuinely the safest place on earth, in his arms, in his scent.

❧ — maybe more will come later !??? -> more along the lines of insecure (jealous 🤭) joel xox

[secretly-dum]

Joel Miller Headcanons

(please read warning/contents before reading)

pairing: joel miller x reader

request: none

summary: nothing, just some ‘regular’ headcanons

warning/contents: romantic SFW and NSFW hcs (part 1?)

additional notes: here you guys go <3 I’m so sorry for being demotivated but fortunately not enough to not do this!! Thank you all for being patient with me <3

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In a relationship with Joel (SFW):

-Would be so possessive around you in public, his hands would HAVE to be somewhere on you, to having your hand hold his to having his shoulder touching his.

-He’s soft in private, this man is TIRED of life and just wants you to be his cuddle buddy.

-Talking about cuddles, he LOVES to cuddle, especially when it’s cold and he needs to “warm up”(an excuse to sleep with you)

-But of course since this is Joel we are talking about, he acts ignorant and pretends that he doesn’t like cuddling(mostly because he doesn’t like showing his soft side to you, so reassure him that you won’t make fun of him for that)

-One time he needed to “warm up” so he slept beside you not touching you at all and when you woke up his leg was over yours and his arm was wrapped around you(he also refused that it was himself doing this and said that he ‘moves’ in his sleep).

-His love language is definitely words of affirmation and physical touch.

-He is SO deprived of both, if you even show an inch of both his heart literally just melts.

-PLEASE play with his hair, seeing his face hide his cute smile is so heartwarming.

-Uses so many pet names to refer to you, you can’t even count anymore, and some of them don’t even make sense(he called you ‘honeysuckle’ once).

-Will do anything in his way to protect, heal, and love you. This one guy is bothering you? All of a sudden he’s gone. You have a horrible wound? He’s stocked up with medicine immediately. You like figurines/toys? Will kill anyone and anything to get you a single figure/toy.

-Is more of a listener than a talker, he loves listening to you talk about your day and interests.

-Goes to you or Ellie every time he has free time, you guys are LITERALLY his world.

-Forces himself to understand confusing concepts of your interests if it means interacting with you.

-Hates it when you’re sad since he’s really not the best comforter, doesn’t know what exactly to do when you cry so he just holds you while you cry into him, it somehow works making you feel better every time.

-Goes to you and tests out his 4 dad jokes before telling them to Ellie, you always have to hold in your giggle when he’s trying to tell the jokes to Ellie.

-You and Ellie’s needs are in front of his, he could be on the brink of death but still do anything in his way to make sure you both are healthy and safe.

-Secretly thinks of you as Ellie’s parent, and sometimes makes up cute scenarios that make you all three look like a small family in his head (this hc makes me sob)

-At the start of the relationship he was hesitant to showing/expressing his feelings, but now since boundaries are set and he’s more comfortable, he will always tell you whether or not he’s feeling negative.

-Watches you as you sleep but not in a creepy way, he always have thoughts that make him think you’ll die in your sleep so he’ll stay up an extra few minutes to make sure your safe. He loves how comfortable and dreamy you look.

-If you make something for him, whether it be a joke or not, he’ll always keep it on him. You gave him a nut and made some stupid joke? It’s on top of his dresser with other things you and Ellie have gave him.

-Definitely gives you something back, if you keep it and he sees it somewhere he smiles so hard his cheeks hurt.

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In a relationship with Joel (NSFW):

-I don’t care what ANYONE says this man is a switch who prefers to be a bottom.

-Despite him being strong physically and emotionally, he’s always so vulnerable and obedient to you.

-Won’t do any slapping, choking, and hitting to you unless you ask/tell him to, but nevertheless he will lightly hit you, feels weird to hit his lover.

-Will be quiet if you guys are in a slightly unsafe area, but will scream your name if you guys are in either his or your home.

-Did I mention how he won’t slap, choke, or hit you unless you ask? You can do all three to him and he’ll still say thank you (one time you asked him why he won’t do the same hitting to you and he said “It’s not the same” 😭)

-Whimpers and whines like a bitch, it’s incredibly pornographic and I’m wondering to this day who taught him to make such angelic noises.

-Begs and obeys, can’t be brat unless you catch him on a real bad day or he just wants a punishment from you.

-Doesn’t do any risky stuff like getting you pregnant or hurt but will gladly let you fuck him in a spot that could get you guys caught.

-If he’s being dominant, he will be a soft dominant, Joel once said “he loves you too much to be doing such ‘harsh’ things to you” (unless you ask him to!)

-Pussy AND cock drunk, he’s addicted to you and your pussy/dick. Would be licking/sucking you for hours if he could (bisexual!joel is real).

-Overstimulation kink, which goes for both ways if you want. He loves it when he says he can’t take it anymore and you say he can.

-Your touch lingering over his body has him so turned on, the anticipation of how you’ll touch him turns him on so bad.

-Loves it when you mark him, bites, hickeys and etc. If you mark him on somewhere visible, he’ll show it off like a trophy.

-Likes bondage, seeing you all tied up and the curves of your body being more visible to him has him in a chokehold.

-He tells you that you taste so sweet and good, even if you haven’t showered that day(let’s be honest barely anyone showers in TLOU anymore)

-For some weird reason, seeing you sweat or have someone else’s blood on you turns him on a lot. Something about seeing you like that makes him want to fuck you right then and there.

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[tommysversion]

Gimme gimme Joel’s kinks pretty please

I feel like this is an expansion of my other post where I sort of spoke about what level of kinky he’d be, but I didn’t really go into specifics so.

- This man is possessive as hell. Now he may THINK he doesn’t give two singular fucks about you, but the *second* someone else starts chatting you up or getting a little too cosy? He big mad.

- While he likes quick and rough usually, because it’s very limited as to where is safe enough to actually take his time, he’s not a fan of restraints. He’s too much of a hardened survivor to think they’re a good idea. Pre-Outbreak he was dead handy with a rope, but nowadays? It’s not worth the risk.

- Filthy. Southern. Mouth. Somehow he manages to sound sweet while saying the most obscene things to you. If you’re somehow alone and somewhere secure enough? He gets loud, too.

- Lowkey loves when you play with his hair. Going grey always made him feel a bit insecure, so having you all up and touching and petting his hair? He likey.

- Fantasises about finishing inside you but he’s super careful not to, even though accidents totally happen ;)

- Loves going down on you because it’s so rare he gets an opportunity to do so.

- As I said above, he’s not a fan of restraints or choking, but he can and will give you a good spanking when the mood takes him.

- Uses pet names all. The. Time. You’re no longer your name, you’re either darlin’ or baby girl.

- If he’s mad or upset about something, you’ll definitely feel it, probably for a couple days after. He gets *rough* when he wants to.

[strgrlxox]

thinking abt joel miller, and the way he always looks out for you.

who never lets you tie your own shoes 

he’d been down before you could process what he’s doing

he’d tie them tight then pat your calf after…letting a “there we go.” slip from his lips as he looks up at u with that tight, content, joel smile he reserves for you. 😍

he zips up your jacket all the way whenever you lazily zip it half-way

defo the type to lightly scold you after he fixes it

“come on now, you know better. it’s cold out.”

moves you gently by your waist or by the belt loops on your pants

always always gives u the last of his water or food if he knows ur low

don’t try and say no either

he’s literally not asking

“take it, y/n.” his tone so unwavering that you blindly grab for whatever he’s holding out for you

he’s not big on pda rly but if it’s dark out he insists on holding your hand

would literally take a bullet for you

he’d be happy if you’d do the same…

but don’t do the same

don’t

he’d mad at first then i feel like he’d actually cry later once he’s calmed down

“you can’t do that, i can’t lose you.” his voice would shaking like crazy

saddest part is

he’d try so hard not to cry

and he’d gradually fail

to the point where you have to cradle his head and tell him sum like “let it out, it’s okay.”

then he just couldn’t help it

he’d fucking bawlll

he’s so babygirl?? i love him smmm

[toxicanonymity]

Hi!! Pls point me in the right direction if there’s been a similar ask already, but I’m recently obsessed with raider and also started my period today :// so I’m wondering how Joel would treat sweet pea on her period? Does he think it’s gross, does he still touch her on her period, does he let her have painkillers if she asks nicely, etc? Do you imagine her not even getting her period at all anymore from stress or malnourishment? Just a random thought I had :)

Raider Joel if you got your period

900 words, raider!Joel x f!reader.

SUMMARY/WARNINGS: this is mostly headcanon/kinda fluff I guess but brief angst and smut (period sex, oral m receiving), talk of sterility. Featuring Carter!

A/N: yeah, she doesn't have her period, from malnourishment or general conditions, like you mentioned, so if she got it I think it'd be a surprise to both of them. If this gets canonized I'll let y'all know but rn I don't wanna deal with tracking a period lol.

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Early one morning, when the sun is still rising, Joel has an arm wrapped over you and his hand creeps between your legs. He pulls you back into him, and his fingers slip between your thighs. You’re even wetter than usual, making him press his arousal into you with a quiet growl, and then, he can’t resist, he brings his finger to his mouth. Before he can taste it, he smells the familiar copper and his heart skips a beat. This all happens really fast: He throws the covers off you and sees a dark blotch smeared from when he pulled you into him. He backs up and lets you down onto your back. He says your name urgently, shakes your shoulder and hovers his cheek over your mouth to feel your breath.

As you begin to wake up, he remembers about periods and feels bad for making a big deal of it if that’s what’s going on. He cups your face and breathes a sigh of relief, but he still has to ask, “Are you hurt?”

You begin to stir awake. "You okay?" He asks. As you gain consciousness you register his wet finger on your cheek and put your hand over it. You feel how wet you are and squirm, then when you turn over to face him, you look down to reach down for the sheet and you see blood. It startles you, too. Then you register the familiar ache in your abdomen, and you never thought you’d *want* cramps but for some reason it makes you emotional to have it back.

You reflexively apologize, “Sorry, I think it’s just. . .it must be back,” you whisper. “My cycle.”

“It’s okay, you’re okay, right?” His heart rate is still elevated but he’s starting to calm down.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’m sorry, it’s been gone for so-”

“It’s okay, you’re okay.”

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I think he’d do his best to take care of you but would need some guidance. He’d probably ask you what you need. As much of a big tough guy as he is he does take his role seriously in taking care of you so I imagine he’d run you a bath and tell you to wait there. Maybe he’d send Carter to try to find some pads lmao.

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Joel would jog down the hill to the stash house to get Carter. Joel would almost rather Carter just stay with you guys, but someone's still gotta keep an eye on things. Carter would still be waking up when Joel barges in asking for help. Carter's like, "easy, what's goin' on?"

"She's bleedin', I need you to-"

"What happened, is she okay??"

"No, yeah, she's got," Joel awkwardly gesticulate as he explains, "She's got her cycle"

"Her period?" Carter breathes a sigh of relief and chuckles. "made it sound like life or death, man. Ya know they're s'posed to get it every month right?"

"Can ya find her somethin'?"

“Joel, I dunno anything about-”

“Carter, please–can ya figure it out?”

Carter swallows and looks around. “Yeah. Sure, boss.”

(I guess this falls under "other duties as assigned" - taking down human scarecrows, finding menstrual products)

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And yes, Joel has the drug connections and might offer you pills if you feel bad, or even if you don't. He might even try to help by washing the sheets while you're in the bath and Carter is out trying to find supplies.

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Sexually, Joel has no aversion to your period. But maybe you’re still self conscious of the mess at first. He’s pounding you from behind, and you’ve just finished coming. He moans deeply as you squeeze him with an aftershock.

“Joel,” you look back at him.

He grunts and sighs as he buries his length in you, a mess spreading in his pubic hair and between your legs. He pants, “yeah sweet pea”

“Can i swallow it”

“Can ya —”

“Please?"

He sighs, wanting to slam into you and spill it already, but thinking, ok whatever. He pulls out, lays back on the bed, and you lick him clean before he cums and you swallow. Seeing you do it is such a turn-on, it might become a thing he wants you to do.

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And then after, you suggest, “maybe I should swallow all the time from now on.”

His brow furrows “Why?”

“If I can get my period, i can probably get pregnant." It goes without saying neither of you would consider that a good things in this world.

“oh,” he mutters, then he’s pensive for a moment. “that ain’t gonna happen, sweet pea.”

“how do you know? are you ... fixed?”

He's short, but his tone is gentle. “yeah, it just ain’t gonna happen okay?” You feel bad for accidentally stumbling onto something from his past, but feel relieved at the revelation.

“okay,” you whisper as you put your head on his chest. “sorry.”

“’s'okay, baby. 's'a good thing, ain't it."

"Yeah," you sigh. "really good."

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We don't know exactly why she doesn't have it, either malnourishment and/or stress conditions could be viable, I've tended to HC malnutrition but if she were to get it, maybe that'd be a sign of kind of settling into a (relative to the situation) normal-ish life there. At least she started picking dandelion leaves and stuff and foraging for mushrooms, and maybe they found some produce like with the apples and pumpkins HC.

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he's snipped that's why he can't

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Thank you so much for reading! ❤️

[loquaciousferret]

guys i don’t think you’re listening to me, you all say Joel Miller sends old man texts but actually boyfriend Joel cannot send a normal text message at all…

Exhibit A: when you text him asking if he remembered to bring the wine to the barbecue he just sends this instead of answering with words:

Exhibit B: when he’s taking a nap after coming off a long-haul drive home from dropping sarah off at college, you tell him to let you know when he wakes up and you’ll come over, and you just get this instead of “i’m up”:

Exhibit C: when he has to work late so you tell him dinner is on you whenever he makes it back, you get this, and he doesn’t need to say anything for you to know it means “thank you, i love you.”:

in conclusion, getting a proper conversation out of this man is like getting blood out of a stone. he’s just always in a silly goofy mood but how could you ever be mad when it means you get to see that face!

[stargirlfics]

can we pretty pls talk about how much Joel loves seeing your nipples poking through your shirt? especially with a pre-outbreak!joel who’s as handsy as he is handy?

thinking about a hot Texas summer day when you come inside with sweat beading down your neck into your cleavage, but the air conditioner is on full blast and makes your nipples poke right through the very thin tank top you’ve got on…he would be wild 😜

The man would be using every bit of self control not to constantly stare at your chest but that heat keeps you in tank tops and thin t-shirts to stay cool and Joel finds himself distracted 24/7

Screaming at the image of him reaching out to snake an arm around your waist when you come inside and stand by the fan and it doesn’t take long for his hands to wander up and across, waiting for you to arch into his touch

I think he’d love making you sweat even more, telling you something about helping you cool down and “Just relax, darlin’. Let me look at how pretty you are like this.”

Handsy Joel is actually my favorite Joel 😵‍💫 Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry!

[bowieandqueen11]

Domestic Joel Miller Headcanons

Request: Hey! Can I please request some cosy domestic Joel Miller x reader headcanons, please? {Because that old man definitely deserves a break!!} Thank you so much!!

You are so right lovely he deserves a nice break and also many, many cuddles <3

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated, thank you! :)

(I do not own the Last of Us or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @peeta-mellark.)

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Joel Miller is the king of domestic bliss once he settles down into life in Jackson, and I will take absolutely no criticism on this he is 100% god tier husband material <3

This man gives hugs that could rival the sun’s heat: many a day has been spent with Joel groaning into his pillow at the set of the citrus tinged sunrise streaming in through the blinds. The sound of your neighbours clambering out to go on patrol for the day is drowned out by the sound of Joel snoring into your neck, having decided the best course of action for your morning off is to come cuddle into your side again. The duvet’s pooled around his waist while he’s turned on his stomach to lie on top of you again, his arms thicker and tighter than a vice as he wraps his left one around your waist and pulls you toward him. He pretends he’s not 100% awake, but even he can’t completely supress his smirk as you squeal at the feeling of his thighs landing heavily on top of your own. With nowhere else to be except for in each other’s arms, it’s actual bliss.

Some days though, he’ll try his best to wake you up with breakfast in bed! The only problem is, this man is an absolutely atrocious cook, and poor Sarah could have attested to that for you. His dreams of plodding up the stairs with the delicious scent of bacon and eggs wafting behind him, seeing your glowing face blink awake to the sight of Joel holding your plate in one hand, and a few spring roses in the other quickly turns into a nightmare once the man actually sets foot in the kitchen. Instead, you’re awoken to a thick plume of smoke choking you awake, and the sound of boots kicking open the back door muffled by a hoarse voice shouting ‘goddamnit it!’. When you come downstairs to see Joel holding a towel over his face, and desperately trying to use his flannel shirt to waft the smoky remains of what used to be toast out the kitchen window, the two of you quickly end up eating canned peaches in the canteen along with a smirking Ellie. Sometimes she snorts into her tin, and Joel decides this is the perfect time for target practice as he places a peach slice on his spoon and thwacks it across the table, and it gracefully loops with a splat onto Ellie’s forehead. Although he looks around as if in faux disbelief at where it comes from, Ellie’s quick to dip her fingers into her can of beans and throw them at Joel’s face, until Tommy has to come over and persuade them into stopping.

Joel spends a lot of his free time up in the makeshift workshop the two of you patched together out of one of the free office rooms on the second floor of your house. Just perfect days watching the snow fall lightly down upon the lit up streets: a kind of gentle calmness and serenity blanketing his heart that he hadn’t felt since Sarah passed. He’ll sit at that desk for hours, not letting you come into the room until he’s nearly finished. When he finally turns with a massive grins and beckons with one clunky wave of his fingers for you to come in, the serenity radiating from that small room is enough to make you nearly sob. He looks so perfect, so whole sitting there with sawdust floating from his fingers, and a kind intensity pulling at his laughter lines as he grabs onto you. He pulls you down to sit on his knee, so he can easily place his arms on either side of yours, finally allowing you to see the giraffe he had been whittling for you as a present. He’d made it clear, again and again, how that moment had changed him. Pierced at his broken heart, cleared his doubts, made the world seem lighter with radiant hope again. And so when he takes your fingers within his own, wanting you there to finish scraping the last bits of wood off of the giraffes legs, you can feel the adoration in every flick of his thumb against your own.

It’s his way of trying to thank you for changing him: for bringing Joel Miller back to himself. Perhaps the words still choke him, after so many years of swallowing them down like poison and letting all the love inside him rot away until he felt only a carcass of himself remained. But his heart still thunders out from between the rib cages, so desperate to be heard. His old self claws out from behind his tired eyes, his muscles twitching at the desperation to hold himself back, to not seem so desperate for love. So you grip onto his arm and squeeze, hoping he will understand that you’re as thankful for him as he is for you.

You and Ellie decide one day to sit on her bedroom floor, and cut out some butterflies from slightly stained looking tissue paper that Maria had traded some stragglers for. You stuck them around the window panes of Joel’s house in memory of Sarah, and boy... when he opened the front door and saw Ellie balancing haphazardly on your shoulders, he was about to have a heart attack. But then she jumped down, and he saw the pink edges of the frail wings fluttering in the new spring breeze... and he started biting the corner of his bottom lip. He tugged his shoes off, shrugged his jacket off, coughed until it began to hurt the back of his throat: anything to try and distract the three of you from the wet tears that were beginning to prickle the corner of his eyes. When he felt your tentative fingers reach out to touch the edge of his shoulder, that’s when the man finally broke. Before Ellie could even refuse, her cheek was smushed against his chest as he roped the two of you into a tight bear hug, his sobs silent as he ducked his head into the side of your neck and wept.

Sometimes you’ll come down in the morning to see Joel sitting on a kitchen chair, his feet up on one of the stools. He’s got his owl mug full of fresh orange juice in his hand, and in the dim light he’ll just be peacefully muttering things to the butterfly cut-out, as if he’s still discussing things with Sarah. At first you pretend you were never there, allowing him the peace and privacy to have his time alone with his eldest daughter. But eventually he’ll start turning his head any time you appear behind him.

‘You know the bottom stair creaks, right? I really will have to fix that some day’, he’ll say between chuckles, kicking out the stool next to him and holding out an extra steaming mug. It’s become a daily ritual now: even when Joel’s not there, you still find yourself saying good morning to the butterfly, and smiling fondly as it’s edges flutter in response.

My man wanted to be a singer, so damn are some of the best nights in Jackson spent with him out in the porch. Just the lone string of fairy lights Ellie managed to convince him into hanging up illuminating the wonderous sparkle in his eye as he keeps looking at you, flicking up from his six strings to steal a glance like a lovesick teenager giddy with a crush. Ellie’s already snoring from where she’s tucked up underneath the blanket next to you, and you reposition her so she’s nestled into your side. His voice is smooth, velvety, gracing across the air like the swift dance of glowing fireflies as the night draws into an all encompassing twilight.

Ellie and Dina come pounding on your door at least twice a week for a movie night. You’re not the biggest fan of the cheesy 80s action movies they somehow always manage to find in the abandoned libraries in town, but they look so sweet where they’re lying side by side on your bean bag that you don’t even mind. In fact, it’s lovely to hear the sound of muted laughter as they throw blueberries at each other’s noses; the flickering light coming from the ancient television set coupled with their murmurs gradually lulls you into a blissful nap on the settee, much to Joel’s amusement. The first few times this happened, my man had no frickin idea what to do. Ellie kept mouthing at him to move your head from the cushion onto his shoulder, but his mouth just screwed up in confusion and he awkwardly slid his stout fingers in-between yours instead. Bless him, despite how even tempered and assured he usually is, his fingers were shaking as he placed your hands down on his jeans. Ellie just sighed and rolled her eyes, and so the next time Joel finally started to get the picture; he wound your arm languidly around your shoulder as you began to drip off, letting his hand rest in the air. He did his best to focus on the movie, pretending he didn’t notice his fingers twitched with how desperately they wanted to move over and touch you.

In the end up, movie nights end the next morning, with Ellie swiftly kicking at the bottom of Joel’s heel to wake the two of you up. Dina’s already gone back home, but before she left in the early hours of the morning she had thrown her jacket over your chests. Turns out, the two of you had nearly slept through your patrol shift, because as soon as your head had thumped down asleep on Joel’s shoulder, he had leant back on the sofa and used the comforting heaviness of your weight to lull him to sleep as well. He’s shocked, and a little embarrassed when he jumps awake, wiping the bits of his snore-induced drool off from the top of your forehead.

I feel like Joel would definitely be the type of guy who likes to pitch in and help around the neighbourhood once he’s finally settled down, mainly because he finds it nice to put his rusty carpentry skills back to use. You’ll be wandering down the street and just happen to catch sight of him through the open door of one of the houses, bent down and his ass on view to the whole world. You snort as you walk up the porch steps and greet ‘that very fine view you’re giving’, crossing your arms and leaning on the wall beside him. It’s his turn to laugh though when he turns to face you, and notices you biting your lip at the way his shirt is sticking to him.

‘Why, thank you darlin’, he says, fanning out the collar of his shirt and winking at you, smiling at the way you teasingly shake your head in return.

This man absolutely loves to dance around with you at community get togethers, mainly because he finds it hilarious how much his terrible dad dancing embarrasses Ellie. He and Tommy will just be breaking it out in the middle of the town hall, Joel roping you into trying to moonwalk with him, and Ellie will be hiding in the corner gagging into her drink.

Although Joel definitely either has a record player, or some broken looking boombox type getup in the house. Be ready for a lot of ‘Take on Me’ to be blasted during languid evenings. The two of you will be finishing up the dishes, and he’ll begin tapping his foot against the floorboards. Then the clicking of the fingers in time to the beat starts. Then comes the humming, and the swaying of his hips from side to side so they bump familiarly against your own. Before you know it, you’re squealing as he slides you around the table, dipping you down and pressing a hundred hot, hungry kisses against the pulse point on your neck.

My man gets tired easily though, so soon after he’ll drag you to collapse onto him on the sofa. He picks up the space book he’s trying to get through from the coffee table, while you reach through his arms to grab his glasses and place them slightly askew on his nose. Snuggling down, Joel reads over your shoulder with that adorable look of wide eyed concentration he gets, until the two of you finally fall asleep.

He’s definitely the type of guy who will offer you his warm, thick jackets during winter walks around town. It’s only when you’ve put it on that you’ve realised the mistake you’ve made, as Joel has let go of your waist and is making a run for the slide over in the playground. With a teasing grin, he ducks down and before you know it something cold and frosty has slapped against the side of your face. You try not to slide onto your ass as you beeline for the swing set, only to receive another splat to the back of your head as Ellie and Dina come jumping over the fence to join in the snowball war. After a solid ten minutes of you screaming in glee as you try to jump, duck, and do the splits to avoid the battering you’re getting, you’re eventually so covered in snow that the weight of it makes you fall to the ground like a collapsing snowman throwing crystals through the air.

The sound of Joel’s laughter ringing out alerts you to the fact that he’s approaching, but you’re too tired to move. Soon, you feel the weight of his knees in-between your thighs as he crawls on top of you, using his less icy hand to pin your wrists above your head. His eyes suddenly narrow, face drawing in seriously as he stares intently at the way your chest is heaving up and down towards him. Before you can even ask, his face is leaning down towards yours, his stubble tickling your chin as his chapped lips pull against your top one. Once he’s pulled away and cupped your cheek with his right hand, he carefully leans himself up on his elbow so he doesn’t fully collapse on top of you.

‘You better surrender, sweetheart. Any sudden movements, and Ellie’s been practicing ‘er overthrow.’

‘That’s a lot of confidence from someone who’s in perfect reach for me to do THIS-’

He suddenly yelps back when you wriggle out of his grasp and grab a handful of fresh snow. You shove it down his shirt, making sure it slips down the nape of his neck until he’s nearly fallen on his ass to shake it out of his clothes. In retaliation, once his eyes have unwidened and he’s stopped sitting there, palms on the ground and staring up at you in shock, he comes storming towards you. Shouting, you start laughing as you run towards the gate, but this man has already barrelled like a bull into the back of your knees, and have hefted your stomach over his shoulder. He carries you back home, a hand resting just under your buttocks while you slap your hand against the broad expanse of his back and try to stop the giggles from wheezing out of your doubled over stomach.

Let’s just say, the warm shower the two of you take when you get home is very very nice.

The two of you also sneak out sometimes (well, we say sneak out. I mean, does it count as sneaking out when Maria waves at you from her look out spot on the electric fence when you’re going lmao) to go for a swim at the nearby lake. At first, the two of you are quite teasing: Joel goes in first, and you strip off your shirt and run for a cannonball that leaves him spluttering water out of the corner of his lips. Then you start a splash fight, trying to swim your way across to the serene edge of the pool that lies undisturbed except for the shimmering pine trees that reflect off its silver surface. Joel’s a swift swimmer, though, and it doesn’t take him long to scare the pants off of you by dipping under the water, and grabbing onto the bottom of your foot. 

Once you’ve gotten over the shock, he’s quick to move his grip from your arm down to the back of your thighs, letting you know he wants you to wrap them up around his waist. As he holds you tight, keeping the two of you safely bopping along the top of the chill water, let’s just say that Joel Miller is very, very glad the two of you have some time alone for once. Because the sounds, the moans gasping out of your mouth as his teeth nip their way down your throat, and his tongue licks over the hickeys he leaves litters in his wake, are almost sinful. He’s feeling selfish: he wants to drink them up, wants all of them for himself.

The two of you hike out a lot! Sometimes you go with Ellie, where you’ll pull her up onto some hillside perch, and she’ll settle down to read her comics underneath the shade of a mossy evergreen. From time to time she’ll jump up to act her favourite bits out, or shove the pages in your face, but as you and Joel pass your thermos of coffee back and forth to share sips, you’re more than happy to oblige in her antics. Sometimes, though, when Ellie gets a little older and seems to spend a lot more time with Dina, the two of you will go alone. These trips seem more wistful: with Sarah gone, and Ellie feeling likes she’s drawing away from the two of you to grow into her own, independent person, the two of you feel like proud parents whose child has left the nest. During times like this, the two of you take great solace in each other. You stay up to watch the sunrise, burrowing together like little hedgehogs as the honey dew glow floods over your tired eyes. It’s so peaceful: no infected, no screeching, no gunfire, just the sound of Joel’s thudding heart against the wind, and the feel of his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand as he holds you.

It’s during one of these visits to your favourite hiking spot, when Joel believes you’ve slipped into peaceful dreams on his shoulder, that he murmurs against his ear that he wants to marry you someday. He just can’t seem to muster up the courage to ask you when you’re awake. One day, though. One day, he will.

One time the two of you took a slightly risker trip out into town, to try and find Ellie some new guitar strings at one of the music shops. You manage to find some hanging up behind the tipped over cash register, and as you go running back down the hallway to get Joel and get out before a bloater appears, you’re shocked when your torch light lands on him standing stock still. He’s staring up with a thousand yard stare, hand shaking where it’s gripping his backpack strap, at a graffiti tag left here a long time ago by a band of Fireflies. It takes a lot of coaxing to even get him to face you, let alone basically having to hold onto his back and lead him out of the store to get him back up onto Callus. The whole ride home, he’s so introverted. Silent. Scary. The muscle on the side of his jaw twitches when you squeeze his waist, because you had been there when Ellie nearly.... When it had all happened, and so you know. You know what he’s nearly lost. And so you just pray to whatever remains in this wreck of a universe, that he understands just how much him still being here means to you. That you understand his choices, and that you’ll stick by his side no matter what the future may bring.

Although he knows you’re strong enough to do patrols on your own, he’s so overly protective that sometimes you’ll pass by the stables to hear shouting at Tommy, who finally relents and signs him up to be your partner the next day. I mean, it’s not a bad deal, considering once the two of you reach the safe house, you immediately start a fire, grab a couple of folding chairs, and spend the night sharing a bottle of whiskey and locking your heads together, giggling over old stories.

You two are so CUTE like bruh come on please domestic bliss suits the two of you well.

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SOFT KISSES, QUIET EVENINGS | JOEL MILLER

Joel Miller x female!reader

Summary: An unlucky incident brings you and Joel closer together. After that, you continue to find peace and pleasure with him. (Pre-Outbreak!)

Request: Can you please make like one shot smut with pre-outbreak joel with reader.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swear words, unprotected p in v, oral sex (female receiving), creampie, some very light dirty talk, mostly fluff

Words: 4.6k

A/N: I am so gone for this man... and this request just turned into something fluffy with some smut in between. I hope you can enjoy!

Masterlist | Request

You had met Joel on your way to work one day. Recalling it in your mind, it reminded you of the few rom-coms you had watched together on different occasions. The ones Sarah would always shake her head at and Joel would also just grumpily watch them with you – they made you happy, so he was willing to endure them. 

There were a few things that Joel was doing for you, just for you, but never once had he thought that it hadn’t been worth it. He got up earlier than he had to in the morning when there was the promise of seeing you sooner. He watched silly rom-coms with you, picked up your favourite food from another city, denied himself sleep when you wanted to read a little longer at night. 

Thinking back, you never would have expected all of this to come from such a small incident. Maybe in another life you would have driven home that day and never talked again, but somehow things ended up being different. 

That fateful day, your car had broken down in the middle of the road to work. You cursed and hit the steering wheel a few times, knowing you would be too late now. You had already been late to begin with, but you could have made it to work with a bit of luck. Now that luck had run out and you were stuck here. The car didn’t turn on anymore and when you opened the door to inspect it from the outside, you also spotted the tire that was certainly not going to bring you to work anymore. 

You didn’t even have a spare one with you. Not that it would change anything if the car didn’t turn on anymore to begin with. 

How were you going to explain this to your boss? You couldn’t. There was no way he would accept this ‘excuse’ for being late to work. You could feel your throat getting tighter with every second you spent looking at your car – that wasn’t moving anywhere anymore. 

A quick glance to your watch told you that you didn’t even have time to catch the bus anymore. The next one would only arrive at the next bus stop in an hour. And by the time you would arrive at work, it would be late enough for your boss to probably legally be allowed to murder you. 

“Fuck,” you hissed, giving the flat tire a kick, knowing that it couldn’t get any worse. It was already at the end of its life, a small kick to let some of your frustration out wouldn’t change anything anymore. 

“I don’t think the tire deserves that kind of hate, Miss.” 

You turned around when you heard a deep voice behind you. A man was standing there, hands in pockets, the once blue T-Shirt now stained with what you assumed was dirt. His hands were also smeared with dirt and you could also spot some on his cheek, just above the beard around his jaw. The man looked tired to you, but he was carrying a slight smile around on his lips. You didn’t quite understand what was so amusing about your situation. Nothing. Nothing was amusing and you were in trouble.

“Well, I think it does! I’m stuck here, because the engine won’t turn on anymore,” you grumbled, not caring enough to hide any of your frustration. The stranger had already seen it anyway when you had so rudely kicked against your tire. 

“Can I have a look at it or do you want to keep hitting that tire until it maybe… falls off?” He asked, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly. You opened your mouth to respond, but didn’t quite find the words. It seemed like he was making fun of your situation, but he had offered to help all the same. You would be a fool to turn it down. 

“Well, if you want to,” you mumbled, before clearing your throat. You suspected that the man didn’t hear you, but he soon moved towards your car, walking right past you and taking a closer look at the tire. “This one needs to be replac-“

“No shit.” You were quick to reply. That flat tire could be seen from a mile away. Of course, it needed to be replaced. 

A moment later you already felt guilty. Just because everything was awful today didn’t mean that you could talk like this to a stranger that was offering his help to you. Without you even asking him in the first place. 

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled. The man turned around to look at you again for a moment. He didn’t seem to be upset which let some weight fall off your shoulders. “It’s alright. I can tell it hasn’t been a good day so far,” he shrugged. 

You watched his broad shoulders move up and down. He was really attractive, even with the dirty clothing and dirt-covered hands. The man was crouching down in front of the car and seemed to think for a moment. “I can get you that one replaced, definitely,” he announced, standing up again. 

He walked around the car then, opening the hood of the car and having a closer look at the engine. You knew you were just awkwardly standing around, but at the moment, you were just grateful someone was helping you out here. The man looked like he knew what he was doing or he at least knew more than you about this problem. 

“Can you do anything or is it a hopeless case? I really need to get to work, but the next bus comes in an hour.” You tried to explain your situation some more. Not that it would accelerate anything. Maybe you just wanted to make sure that the stranger knew why you were so frustrated in the first place. “I see…” he mumbled as a response while he reached into the car, tugging on a few cords. “I think I need a moment with this. I could drive you to work though, before I properly start to repair this.”

Driving to work with a stranger? That seemed like a good idea to get murdered. 

“I don’t drive to work with strangers. I don’t even get into a car with strangers.” To be fair, you sounded like a little kid, reciting what their parents had told them about not leaving with strangers. 

“I always tell my daughter that as well. Don’t get into a car with someone you don’t know. Don’t talk to strangers.” The man gave you another shrug and then closed the hood of the car. “I’m Joel and what’s your name? Maybe we aren’t strangers anymore.” 

It was clever, you had to admit that. There was a silence resting between the two of you for a moment. Were you going to take the risk and let this stranger drive you to work? You had never heard of someone going missing in your town. You trusted most of the people here. 

“I’m Y/N. I could use a ride.”

That ride had changed your life. You couldn’t remember ever having a conversation as good as the one you had with Joel on your way to work. The fear of your boss even subsided with every new topic you two came up with. Everything seemed fine, even though nothing had been fine half an hour earlier. 

Numbers were exchanged, the first bricks were being set for something bigger. 

You were experiencing that ‘bigger’ thing now. 

Sarah was having a sleepover at a friend’s today, so Joel had invited you over to spend the night there. You didn’t move in together yet, it was still too early for that. You had talked about it already though, especially since it would also be a change for Sarah if you permanently moved in with them. 

You got along well with Sarah. Really well. You loved to watch shows and movies with her, bake with her or just play a board game or two. Every day spent with the girl was a great one and you started to see her like your own child with time. You hadn’t mentioned that to Joel yet though. Maybe your feelings were all over the place and it was way too early to say anything like that about his daughter. But one thing was sure – Sarah had a special place in your heart already.

Joel and you had agreed that you would pick up some food on your way to his house. He would come in late from work and wouldn’t have any time to cook, so you agreed on getting Chinese takeout. By the time you arrived at his home, his truck was already parked in front of the house, the lights from the kitchen shining into the front yard. A smile appeared on your lips as soon as you stopped your car and got the plastic bag from the back seat. 

After you rang the doorbell, it didn’t even take two minutes for Joel to appear in front of you. He leaned against the door slightly, grin on his face and joy in his eyes. You loved to see him like this. It was your favourite sight in the world, to be honest. 

He was wearing his sweat pants and a soft-looking blue sweater on top of it. Unlike your first meeting, his hands were clean except for a trace of what looked like pudding. He probably used the opportunity to enjoy some sweets for himself, now that Sarah was out for the night. 

“Already claimed the pudding from Monday?” You asked with a smile, feeling a warmth spread throughout your entire body. This felt like coming home. Arriving on his doorstep, being invited inside and exchanging a kiss or two on your way to the kitchen. All of this felt like coming home and not just visiting. Maybe one day this would be your home and you wouldn’t have to leave after the weekend. You didn’t say any of this out loud, but silently hoped that Joel maybe felt the same. Or thought about the same things, imagined them. 

“Of course I did. It knew it wouldn’t survive another day if I didn’t,” your boyfriend explained, a small laugh following his words. His laugh sounded like music in your ears, soothing you and relieving you of all the stress that followed you throughout the day. 

You took two plates out of the cupboard above the stove, moving your food from the takeout boxes to proper plates. “They didn’t have your favourite anymore, but I got whatever was closest to that,” you explained while also arranging some cutlery for you two. 

After moving everything to the small kitchen table, you sat down next to Joel. This specific chair had become your spot over the last few months. You would always sit here and whenever you weren’t there, no one else would sit in this spot. 

“I missed you,” Joel smiled at you, reaching over to briefly brush over the back of your hand with his thumb. It caused a tingling sensation to run through your entire arm. Every touch by him had this effect on you. Nothing had changed since your first date. All the feelings were still as intense, still coursing through your entire body. Joel occupied your mind for the whole day. 

“I missed you too. A lot,” you replied with a smile on your lips. 

While you two were talking about your day, eating your food and just enjoying the time together, you felt all the stress of the day falling from your shoulders. You started to feel relaxed, relieved to be here and just at home. Joel had become your home, just like Sarah had. There was no other place you’d rather be than here, at this small kitchen table, eating Chinese takeout before you would spend the night together on the couch, watching movies and chatting about your day. 

When you were both done with the food, you took both of your plates and put them into the dishwasher, together with the forks. Joel was walking around the kitchen behind you, getting out two wine glasses from a cup board and filling them with a red wine he had picked out earlier already. After work, he headed down into the basement and got out one of the good ones. Tommy had recently bought a whole box of very cheap red wine which did not taste good at all. Joel was sure he still had that taste in his mouth two days later – which was not a good sign. He wouldn’t let you drink that awful beverage. 

After filling both of the wine glasses, he put one down on the counter in front of you, before wrapping one arm lazily around your waist as he approached you from behind. His chin rested on your shoulder, breath brushing past your neck and leaving a trail of goosebumps to run down your spine. His soft lips planted a feather-like kiss on your neck as he pressed himself closer against you, humming slightly. “I’m glad we’ve got a night alone here,” he whispered, his voice deep and raspy. 

You slowly picked up the glass in front of you, taking a sip from the very good wine. You could already feel yourself getting excited at the small touches Joel was offering. Your heartbeat was picking up and the smile couldn’t be brushed off your face anymore. “I’m glad about that too. Leaves us with a lot of time…” you replied, keeping your voice down and glancing over to where Joel was resting his head. 

His arm tightened around your waist, fingers spreading over your tummy as he pulled you against him. You could feel his chest pressing against your back, just like the beginning of his arousal could be felt against your butt.

He took another sip from his glass of wine, before placing it down on the counter, ready to give his full attention to you now. His other arm wrapped around you as well while he continued to plant kisses on your neck. He sometimes stayed for longer in the same spot, making sure to nib on the sensitive skin, maybe leaving the faintest bit of red. 

You finished your glass of wine in one go then, also disposing of it on the counter before you completely leaned into Joel’s touches and the way he was sending shivers through your body. You started to feel the wetness between your legs already when Joel was focusing on your neck. 

His fingers soon slipped under the waistband of your pants, eventually your panties as well. You let out a small gasp, but your hips moved forward to press against his touch. You wanted more. You needed more.

His middle finger found your clit quite easily, just slowly moving over it in circles. A shiver went through your legs, but Joel held you tightly against him as he continued to rub your clit slowly. You grew more and more wet, more and more desperate for his touch. For some kind of relief, especially when he started to move his finger faster and faster. 

His name fell of your lips in as gasp, a low chuckle coming from your boyfriend in response. “I think we should move to the couch, honey,” he suggested, slowly taking his hand out of your pants. “Then I can actually help you out.”

The thought alone sent another shiver down your spine. You loved to be intimate with Joel, loved how he made your entire body feel. You felt sexy, wanted, every time he put his hands on your body, every time he made love to you or just went to chase his own pleasure, just like you did. You worked perfectly together, being able to read the other at all times and knowing exactly what turned them on and what didn’t. 

Joel took your hand, guiding you back into the living room where he pulled the curtains shut and sat down on the left end of the couch. “Come here, love,” he smiled, patting his lap for a moment before you sat down and wrapped your arms around his neck. You could smell his cologne again, that wooden scent filling your nose, leaving a tingling sensation in your stomach. Your hands moved through his dark hair, gently tugging on it before you leant in for a kiss, Joel meeting you halfway. 

The kiss started out slow and sensual, but soon turned more demanding, craving more and more. Your hands slid down over his neck, nails lightly scratching over the skin there. Joel took a sharp breath in response, but you could feel him pulsate between your legs, moving your hips forward a bit to rub your middle against his arousal. A groan escaped Joel once more, his hands squeezing your hips. 

Your hands grabbed his collar and you helped him get rid of the sweater, carelessly throwing it to the ground. Your shirt soon followed, your partner’s lips attaching to your breasts. His teeth scraped against the sensitive skin, a moan escaping from your throat as he made his way down with his mouth, moving your bra aside to get to your nipple. He started to suck on it, tongue swirling around it as they started to get erect with arousal. Your hips continued to move against his, working the two of you up, even though you doubted his arousal could grow even more. 

Your name slipped past his lips, his deep voice being muffled by your breasts. “I love your tits,” he mumbled, giving your nipples more attention before he eventually let go of them and captured your lips with his own once more. The kiss was desperate, full of desire and his hands did quick work with your bra, tossing it to the ground next to the rest of your clothes. His eyes moved over your exposed chest, filling with desire as his hands wandered up your body once more, taking your breasts into his rough palms and kneading them gently. He knew exactly what he had to do to get you worked up through your just touching your breasts. 

One last kiss was planted to each breast before he grabbed your waist and laid down you down on the length of the couch, swiftly opening your pants and pulling them down your legs. His mouth found your belly, placing soft kisses there until it made its journey downwards, teeth pulling off your panties until you were completely naked in front of him. There was no sense of shame between you two anymore. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Joel assured you which brought a smile to your lips and the heat into your cheeks. Your hand reached out to briefly brush over his beard while he leaned into your touch. Your gaze travelled over his bare chest, from the slight chest hair to his stomach, all the construction work having definitely left its mark. When you hand landed in his hair again, you tugged him closer, Joel manoeuvring to lay between your legs as you wrapped them around him. His erection was straining against his sweatpants as he pressed his hips against yours, so close to your wet core. Another moan escaped your lips, your body screaming for more of his touch. 

He rolled his hips against you once more, a groan coming from him as well. His hands travelled over your legs, giving your thighs a squeeze before he let go of you to strip his sweatpants down his legs. You watched him expose his strong legs as the sweatpants joined the pile of clothing on the floor. 

Joel directed his attention back at you when he started to kiss up your right leg, getting closer and closer to your middle, beard scraping against the insides of your thighs. His mouth eventually found your core, tongue brushing up all the way from your opening to your clit. That’s where he rested for a moment, tongue flicking against your sensitive nub, waves of pleasure rolling over your body. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding them apart as he started to move his tongue in circles around your clit. 

You couldn’t hold back the moans coming from your lips and you also didn’t want to. He deserved to know how good he made you feel. Your hips moved up in a desperate manner to meet his touches, meet his tongue as it brought you pleasure over and over again. Joel wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking softly, his eyes glancing up to meet yours. 

Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging on it, holding onto it as the pleasure increased and increased, pushing you further to that cliff you were almost ready to tumble down. “Feels so good,” you murmured and it made Joel flick his tongue over your clit even faster. A tension was building up in your abdomen, getting stronger and stronger with each wave that ran through your body. 

Joel closed his lips around your clit again, sucking on it, giving you the last push over the edge. Your orgasm came in one strong wave at first, hips buckling up, his name slipping past your lips and moans following as the pleasure continued to course through you. A layer of sweat was building up on your forehead, your breathing getting faster as you continued to dwell in the pleasure. 

“Oh, I love the sounds you make when you cum for me,” he whispered into your ear, giving you a quick kiss to your lips before he got rid of his boxers finally. 

Joel leaned down to give you another kiss, his tongue brushing over your lips while he pressed himself against you, his cock applying slight pressure to your clit again. It made your legs shiver, that small contact, still sensitive from your first climax. 

His hands gently spread your legs apart a bit further before he aligned himself with your middle, eventually filling you completely. A moan came from both of you, your hands looking for something to hold onto, eventually finding his shoulders. You got a got hold of them when Joel started to move his hips against yours, starting out with slow and sensual thrusts. 

You felt so close to him in that moment, as close as you could physically be, but also mentally. His lips found yours again, putting all his adoration into it as he rolled his hips against yours. You moaned into his mouth every now and then, your hold on him getting tighter as soon as he started to thrust a bit harder. Groans slipped past his lips as well, a sign of his arousal and how much he liked being buried deep inside you. 

“You feel so good,” he whispered into your ear, his teeth getting a hold of your earlobe while his hips started to move faster, his thrusts picking up speed as well. 

The contact with his teeth was sending shivers down your spine while the tension in your abdomen continued to build once more. It was getting stronger and stronger, with each thrust, with each time you could feel him deep inside you. 

Joel let out another groan, so close to your ear, and you could tell he was getting closer to, his thrusts shaking your entire body. He was starting to chase his own climax, getting closer and closer. His hand found your hair and he tugged you a bit closer to him, to kiss you, to press you close against him while he continued to pound into you. 

All you could hear were your mutual moans, his groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. You could smell his cologne so close to you, could feel his hot skin pressed against yours as he seemed to approach his climax, dragging you right with him. 

“I’m so close, baby,” he announced, hands gripping your hips as he focused on his last thrusts, making them slow, but hard. 

It was enough for you to reach your high as well. His thrusts send you over the edge, the grip on your hips pulled you closer and you could feel him pulsate inside you as he came and filled you up. A loud moan escaped your throat, your back slightly arching when all that pleasure came over you in a strong wave. Your legs shivered, your hands desperately held onto Joel’s back and his chest was pressed close against yours by the time his climax also faded away in waves. 

When your lips met again, the kiss was gentle, soft, while still being as close to each other as possible. Love confessions were exchanged between breaths, his lips left a few additional kisses on your neck before he eventually pulled out of you, gathering his boxer shorts from the ground and looking for some tissues to clean you up a bit. 

After making sure you were cleaned again, he offered you his hand to help you off the couch. “You know, a shower sounds wonderful right now. Together?” He suggested, pulling your naked body close as soon as you were standing on your feet again. “A shower together always sounds great,” you agreed with a smile on your lips. 

Your legs still felt a bit weak, your body still in a state of bliss, especially when you were pressed against him, arms wrapping around his torso. “Shower it is then,” he confirmed once more, before he picked you up like a bride, carrying you to the bathroom. 

You loved to shower with Joel. It was peaceful and a way to enjoy some intimacy that didn’t involve any actual sex. You both always took the time to wash each other’s hair, to cover the other person in shampoo and give them a good massage every now and then. You exchanged soft kisses, giggles whenever some water dripped into your eyes.

He turned the shower on, waiting a bit and then eventually checking the temperature to see if you two could go inside. When he was sure that it was warm enough, but not too hot, he got rid of his boxers again, but letting you go in first. He followed close after, pulling the shower curtain shut and eventually pulling you in close to himself. 

His hands found your waist, his right hand moving further back to rest against the small of your back. He leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss again and a smile rested on your face when he let go again. You felt loved, cared for. You knew Joel would always look after you and you would always look after him. 

His fingers moved over your cheek, eventually taking your chin between two fingers and gently caressing it. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You were sure that nothing could ever separate you. You would go to the end of the world with him and maybe one day, you two would also live together. You could watch Sarah grow up and grow old with Joel. 

This was everything you had ever wanted. Just live a peaceful life with him, wake up next to him every day and knowing that this was exactly the place you were supposed to be. You were meant to be here, with him and his daughter. 

Maybe you had already known the day your car broke down and you chose to take the ride offered to you. 

And what a ride it would still be in the future. 

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[creedslove]

Joel Miller shaving off his beard and his baby is just like " who is this man ? I have never met him in my life "

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: anon, this is very delicate subject to me because of my greatest weaknesses is clean shaven Pedro so I'd totally support him if he just shaved it off and we could watch, touch and kiss that baby face once more 🤌

• Joel knows your reaction to his clean shaven face; you've never seen him without his beard in person before, but you'd seen many pictures of him still young and you couldn't lie if you said he didn't look hot

• yes, Joel looked younger and boyish without his beard but he also looked handsome and you couldn't help but keep wondering what it would feel like to actually kiss that smooth skin, touch and caresse it and of course, sit on his face

• you knew that if someday that actually happened, you'd miss the beard burns a lot, but it was always good to have new and adventuring experiences, because no matter what, he was still your Joel

• when Joel decided to do it, he was home alone, you'd left to pick your baby up at daycare, he didn't really think things through, he just figured beards grow so it wouldn't be a harm if he shaved it off, wanting to see the surprised face you and your baby daughter, Rose would have once you saw him

• Rose didn't have the best day at school, she was cranky, hungry and couldn't take her usual nap because another baby bit her arm; you knew once she got home, she would crawl into her daddy's arms and snuggle him until she fell asleep, not letting go of him, since her tiny little hands would always grip his shirt and wouldn't let go

• it was adorable and heartwarming to see, a frustrating day would come to an end soon and you would enjoy some peaceful quiet time with your family...

• ... And you walked into your home and saw a fresh clean shaven Joel Miller waiting for the two of you, hands on his hips and a shit eating grin on his face

• your heart melted at how young he looked, he was handsome even if he was different but your daughter's fussy whimpers distracted you completely from the sight of your clean shaven husband, who immediately noticed Rosie's discomfort and walked to the two of you, trying to pick her up

"come on baby girl..."

• he said but the moment she looked at him, Rosie widened her little eyes and turned to you, looking shocked which would've been adorable and funny if she wasn't so stressed out; she didn't recognize that strange man, she wanted her dada, so when she was brought into his arms, she wailed at the top of her little lungs

• Joel's heart shattered, his sweet baby Rosie always gripped his beard and squealed in happiness whenever her tiny chubby hands touched his cheek. He sighed as he looked at her, who refused to be in his arms, turning to her mommy wanting her comfort

• but you couldn't do much about it, you walked to them, rubbing her back, as you cooed and kept telling her it was indeed daddy, and Joel did the same

"shh my beautiful little Rosie, it's dada, don't cry princess, we're friends, remember?"

• he tries convincing her but she's a stubborn little thing, sniffling tiredly as she looks at him and only calms down when Joel hums the same tune he used to when you were pregnant, and then he hummed to her when she was just a tiny little fragile newborn, and every single night before she fell asleep, he would hum the same song, and at that core memory, Rosie looked at him curiously and finally rested against his chest, tiredly and allowing herself to be held and pampered by her daddy

• after that, Joel was able to feed her some formula and some grapes she loved and by her bed time, she was already in her dada's lap, giggling and gripping his cheek feeling how different it was without the tickly beard he used to have

• it only took your baby some moments to get used to it your husband's new look, it was different than the usual Joel Miller, but the two of you approved it

• even more so when you finally sat on your husband's face later that night, loving how smooth and slippery his face was under your glistening, juicy core. Even if Joel decided not to ever shave again, you were already pretty satisfied with the experience

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[buckyysdoll]

𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 — 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

જ⁀➴ 18+ MDNI — content warnings: obvi overstim. kink, smut ! eating out, f!reader, soft!dom joel <3 -> includes both PRE-OUTBREAK & POST-OUTBREAK

MAIN MASTERLIST

𝑷𝑹𝑬-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲

❧ — before the outbreak, joel’s love for it came from his need just to give you pleasure. he would worship your body, and keep going for as long as you’d let him. wring out as many cries as he could

❧ — he’d def talk you through it, would tell you how pretty you were when he made you come for the fourth time. he’d say “that’s it,” and praise you like hell, just for letting him taste you, or feel you again.

❧ — in particular, he loved it when you sat on his face — especially if you had thicker thighs. that way, he could have you right where he wanted you, and where he found peace — with you practically smothering him. joel would reach up, band his arms beneath your thighs and just pull you down to him, to his waiting mouth.

❧ — when you came on his face, he’d be so damn hard and aching that he almost would, too. the feel of your slick on the scruff of his stubble made the man go insane, and he never felt sated.

❧ — when you’d try to shift after, when soft tremors wracked at your body just after release, joel would keep hold, apply just enough pressure — and murmur, “cmon darlin, don’t you be movin’.”

❧ — of course he checks in though, makes sure you’re okay and do actually want to go on. he murmurs against you, “tell me what you want sweetheart,” — will be led by, and guided by you.

❧ — but when you feel him groan against you, feel the way his deep voice vibrates with the sound of his pleasure, pleasure just from the simple fact that he’s giving it to you — you want it. oh god, do you want it.

❧ — he always tells you after how good you were for him; always showed how proud he was of his girl.

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻－𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲

❧ — joel after the outbreak was still soft with it, but more about keeping control.

❧ — so much of his life was in turmoil, but when he was with you — he could just let go.

❧ — he needed this, he just needed you; needed that release, and that absence of stress. it was a temporary reprieve, a distraction, but good lord alive — your pussy was all that he thought of.

❧ — he went hours, whole days at a time, with an aching hard on at just the mere thought of you. and with that tense, clenched jaw? every inch of him spelt sexual frustration. he needed you bad.

❧ — and so, when he came home to you at the end of the day? there was only one thing on his mind. he could barely even manage to talk through that feeling and was kissing you, guiding you down to the bed only seconds after he’d got in.

❧ — he still liked to pin your hips down, but this time he liked to have you bare underneath him. he was soft in his dominance, voice low and rough, with his eyes liquid heat and those pupils blown wide.

❧ — when you’d squirm from the feeling of just too much, he’d pull you back, and whisper “don’t run from me, baby.”

❧ — but again, he’d still always check in; always ask “do you want this?,” or “is this alright?” before going further

❧ — he’d murmur it into your skin as he kissed up your thighs, or down the length of your bare stomach.

❧ — by the third or fourth time of you coming, he’d still be denying his own release. he needed you shaking and sated before he’d even think about letting you touch him at all.

❧ — whenever you tried, when you begged him to let you, you were met with that look and a sure, firm denial.

❧ — you either let him just do this with you or neither one of you came. it was simple as that.

❧ — so joel would tell you, “cmon darlin, one more,” and then his tongue was back in you, back where you still needed him.

❧ — it’s safe to say he wouldn’t be finished until several long hours later.

[kokomos]

❀ 𝗔 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘

joel miller relationship headcanons

+ He's the kind of man who always opens the door for you, it sounds basic at first until you realize how far it goes. He'll be shocked to hear you took the garbage out when he wasn't home, that's his job! And you shouldn't be dealing with the bugs either, he'll do the dirty work for you.

+ Wakes up before you so he always has breakfast done by the time you're up, he tries to make sure every meal he serves you has as much nutrition as he can manage to provide in the given conditions.

+ Has a habit of checking your temperature near constantly. Love makes him turn into a big worrier, he can't help but feel like he's gonna lose you.

  - "You sure you're feeling okay, baby?"

+ Really likes it when you sit on his lap, he'd be feeling up on your body like crazy. Hands all over your hips, rubbing the side of your thighs as he traces absentmindedly with his fingers.

+ When you're out in public, it's the same story of his hand on the small of your back or an innocent hand on your thigh. Touching you makes him feel so comfortable wherever you guys are.

+ He's got such big hands, he adores watching you play with his fingers.

+ Also really enjoys when you feel him up, he'll feel so good about himself if you squeeze his muscles or rub your hands up and down his chest.

+ Definitely likes to play with your hair, doesn't matter if it's long or short, straight or curly, he's already tangling his fingers in it.

+ Sleeps with you either on his chest or with you as the little spoon. He views the night as the most unsafe time of the day, claiming most crimes happen when it's dark out. He's right but you should reassure him the both of you (and Ellie) are safe in Jackson.

+ Volunteers for patrol if he knows you're signing up that week. If you're going outside the walls he's gonna be right by your side, simple as that.

+ God forbid you get hurt while you're out there, he'll be a mess rushing you back to Jackson and straight to the med center.

+ It doesn't matter how minor the injury is, after he knows you're okay he's on his way to Tommy's where he practically forbids him from letting you patrol for the next month.

+ He's so soft when he's taking care of you, rubbing your hands and peppering them with kisses. This doesn't mean you can escape the scolding that's to be expected when you start feeling better, it's inevitable with him.

  - "You gotta be more careful, baby, I don't wanna lose you."

+ Definitely the type of boyfriend who wants to join you in the shower. Not for sexual reasons most of the time, he really enjoys the act of washing your hair and having you wash his. Likes to wash your body too if you're in the mood, he'll kiss up and down your arms until he reaches your neck.

+ Loves when you initiate physical affection first! It makes him so giddy on the inside like a teenager falling in love for the first time.

+ Kisses on the forehead are mandatory with him. It's so simple but it makes him feel even closer to you.

+ In regards to Ellie, he'd prefer you to keep some distance with her until your relationship starts to get more serious. The last thing he wants is another person leaving her behind.

+ Ellie plays a huge part in your relationship. In the sense that she matters a lot to Joel and what she says goes. It's a smart idea to suck up to her if she doesn't warm up to you/get along with you from the start.

+ At first she'd be unhappy with the idea of Joel dating, she thought it'd just be the two of them and she struggles coming to terms with the fact you're becoming a part of their lives at least for the time being.

+ Things change in your relationship with Ellie when you return from a patrol with some piece of space memorabilia found in the ruins of a museum you deemed 'close enough'. It's at that point she realizes how much you're actively trying to build a friendship with her, and she treasures that sentiment more than the gift itself.

+ After that, Ellie starts asking you to hang out with her, specifically to join in on her favorite (peaceful) pastime of reading comics. She'll give you the ones she's already read to help guide you while she answers every and any question you ask. She's really passionate when she talks about the characters and it makes her super proud if you compliment her knowledge on the subject.

+ Seeing you and Ellie getting along gives Joel such security in your relationship and the future he wants to share with the two of you.

+ Obviously he's not a big talker, but this man does not communicate his feelings. If there's a problem, you have to confront him or else he's just gonna ignore it and move on.

+ When you try to get him to talk about how he feels he'll never not try to brush it off in the hopes you'll leave it alone.

  - "Please not the 'communication is key' speech again, sweetheart, spare me."

+ Get him while he's sleepy! He'll be too tired to put up a fight so he'll give in and tell you whatever you wanna know.

+ On some evenings when you're together, he'll put music on and dance with you in the kitchen while dinner finishes cooking.

+ Chores with him are actually so fun. As he's grown older, he's begun to appreciate the little things in life like doing laundry with you. He'll never take the peace for granted after everything.

+ And sometimes when you two embrace, he almost forgets about the Hell outside and all the horrid things he's seen and done; in the moment all he can think about is you.

— ♡☆

[girlboybug]

California Gurls

"warm, wet n’ wild, there must be something in the water."

or the one where joel hasn't been to california in god knows how long, but, one thing's for certain. he loves, california girls.

what’s playing 🎧 : california gurls by katy perry

pairing : joel miller x cali!girl reader

word count : 2k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY HEADCANON LIST, age gap, public sex, light themes of exhibitionism, heavy petting, bikini fetish, is that a thing? it is now. unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampies, oral f!receiving, blowjobs, doggy style, riding, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, switch coded joel and reader, joel still leans towards top/dom, edging, forced orgasms, drunk/high sex

TRIGGER WARNINGS : umm i honestly can't think of any besides sex under the influence of both alcohol and weed but neither joel and reader are sober so its all around consensual as always :) if i missed anything plz lmk!

a/n : hi baes, im sorry that ive been slacking on uploading, ive been a bit burnt out, and i recently just got a job! so i fear my uploading may become more scarce but i will try my best to not let it get too bad.

ive had this au in mind for awhile n thought a headcanon list would b perfect hehe and i might make it a full fic in the future. i have a very special fic im almost done with and then a few more requests, thank u to those patient ppl who requested it, i promise i havent forgotten abt u!!! anyways sorry this is so long kjjdsjhdjsj plz enjoy and if there is anyway i can make my writing more inclusive pleaaase let me know!

joel didn't even want to be in california, but it was on the way to where him and ellie needed to go, and it was supposed to be just them two passing through, nothing less, nothing more.

but then, and of course there's always a but, on the journey both joel and ellie stumble upon a beach.

a beach with you.

culture shock for joel, like immediately. it's almost like the virus never spread to california, specifically their beaches. girls girls girls, all clad in the skimpiest bikinis and swimwear he's seen in years - or ever actually.

ellie convinces him to stay, just for a little while, and of course, he obliges, begrudgingly. the begrudging feeling and furrow in his brows slowly melts away when he's left to unwind in the warm sand, wandering eyes traveling across the beach's very underdressed inhabitants.

he lets ellie play in the water, he's more than content enjoying the view surrounding him in the sand.

you’re quick to notice the newcomers, instantly excited upon meeting new people

you make it real difficult for joel to maintain eye contact while he talks to you, he feels like he needs to physically hold his eyes in place so they don't drift down to the way your tits spill out your bikini top

he can smell the salty water, the semi sweet and unforgettable scent of sunscreen and a hint of coconut on you, and it's honestly mind numbing

and when ellie begs to stay in california for a bit longer than they planned, he surprises both himself and ellie when he jumps to say yes.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

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you make joel never wanna leave california. when it's dark out, with the beach left empty and void of half naked and sunburnt people, it becomes a space for just you and joel.

he loves fucking you right on the sand, loves setting up your bright pink beach towel across the sandy floors just to push your face down onto it, smushing your cheek until your pretty lips pucker and sob his name when he bullies the fat head of his cock into your fluttering hole.

it was so easy getting joel to crack and fuck you, it didn't take much convincing, if anything, it took more convincing on his part to not bend you over upon immediate introductions. but when he finally lets himself have you, it's all he ever wants to do

it was a massive shock that he could keep up with your stamina, he's like what, 56? and you're a 20 something year old full of life and energy and yet he was giving you a run for your money, almost making you tap out when he forces a third orgasm of the night out of you

he loves to drag his tongue across your skin, loves to sink his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder when he fucks you from the back, he loves tasting the remnants of the ocean that lingers on your skin

loves to sneak off with you behind the lifeguard tower, and he loves hearing you plead with him to give you some attention.

he loves to make you beg for it. he loves pushing those tiny bikini bottoms that cover not enough, just to lap and lap and lap, at your soaked cunt.

loves to eat it til you cry, he doesn't stop until you have to push him off. he loves it when he gets to flip you on your tummy, he pulls your hips up and buries his face in your pussy, licking you up until your legs shake and can barely keep you upright, but it's okay, he's always there to keep you in place.

you enjoy feeding his ego when you tell him he's the best you've ever had, which isn't a lie

but the way he forces your knees near your ears when you whine about how his cock is the best, and the way he plunges in so deep you can feel him kiss your cervix, makes you feel like you'd say anything else he wanted to hear to get him to keep fucking you like that

sometimes he just can't keep his hands off you, so he'll pull you away to the secluded part of the beach, and make you ride him

oh you love riding him. you like feeling the slight shift in dominance that occurs when you get on top. you love pushing his chest down, letting his back connect to the sand, tons of little grains getting lost in his hair when you keep him down like that, fucking him the way you like, using his fat cock like your personal toy. 

you don’t care about how sensitive he is, you make him take your tight cunt, he's the one that wanted this, so it's only fair he finishes what he started after all.

it's your turn to only get more turned on when you see his pretty brown eyes line with tears when you're fucking him through his second orgasm back to back.

you're insatiable when you're like this, drunk on his cock, and drunk on the power trip of being in control. you’re unable to stop your hips from rocking down onto his, guiding his fingers to your needy clit.

you lower yourself down to his chest, kissing his freckled shoulders, teeth grazing over his collarbones when he's whimpering in your hair, feeling too much everywhere but he doesn't tell you to stop, he takes everything you give him

loves pulling you into his chest when you've ticked him off, he keeps your back to his front, he spreads your legs and keeps them open with his ankle hooking around your's.

his strong bicep, that you love, keeps you in a loose chokehold, his free hand teasing your soaked cunt, bringing you to the edge of release just to rip it away from you. he loves kissing your sunkissed skin, feeling the warmth from being in the sun all day while he whispers for you to, shut the fuck up and behave.

his fingers circle around your clit, switching between that and burying his thick digits in your aching hole, scoffing when you sigh and whimper in relief when he pushes his middle finger in

doesn't let you finish despite your pleas and cries

he's so mean when he's mad at you. :(

he takes your bikini bottoms, pocketing them away and tossing you his flannel if you're gonna complain that much about being bare even though you're practically naked 99% of the time.

you immediately go home, throw his flannel over a pillow and hump it, trying your best to focus on the scent that wafts from his flannel, and lingers on your skin, pretending the friction you felt was from his fingers

you love getting back at joel, like when you're sitting at the tiki bar, and he's trying his best to converse with your friends

you'll snake yourself in his arms, hopping onto his lap while he sits in the barstool, accidentally letting your wet bikini bottoms soak his drying swim trunks

you also unintentionally squirm around in his lap, 'not realizing' you're grinding your ass right on his hardening cock, looking up at him in faux concern when he starts stuttering and stammering mid-convo

he grips your hips, his fingers digging into your warm skin, silently warning you

you don't heed his warnings, naturally, and instead hop off his lap, announcing to the group that you've decided to go for another session in the water, leaving him to awkwardly swivel his barstool away as to not flash his aching erection beneath his swim trunks to all your friends.

of course joel always gets the last word, he's pulling you away from the water, tugging you along with him by the rocks near the shore the furthest from everyone

little girl is gonna learn today, he mutters to himself, and you have to hide your squeals of excitement, knowing he's gonna fuck you stupid

and that he does, he makes you work for your orgasm, and that’s only if he feels nice enough in the moment 

he has you on your knees in front of him while he leans his back against the sturdy surface of a large rock, his hand resting behind your head while he grunts for you to take every inch of him down your throat 

s’what girls like you are good for, i’nt that right baby? 

your cunt flutters at his words, he always makes you tingly from just speaking 

when he’s about to cum he can never decide which is better, seeing your pretty face covered in his seed or watching you swallow it down without a single flinch 

before you, joel hadn’t done anything like this in like, 20+ years, so when you think you’re done, you’re not. 

his cock stays hard sometimes, and he’s more than willing to use you over and over until he’s satisfied, not that you complain, you’re always so pliable and compliant for him. 

he sits you up, pulls you into his lap and makes you put it in, loves watching his fat cock disappear into your greedy cunt, sucking him in and wrapping around him like a tight glove. 

holds your hips down and keeps you in place while he fucks up in to you, tugs your bikini top down and sucks on your chest, tongue messily dragging all along your salty skin, teasing your sensitive nipples with his teeth 

sometimes he’ll play nice, he’ll rub your sweet little clit, cooing and kissing at your neck and cheek when you collapse in his chest, rutting on his cock while he fucks you through your all consuming orgasm. 

buries his face in your neck to breathe in your scent when he’s close, whispers to you if you’ll let him cum inside, and you always say yes 

grunts a few utterances of your name when he cums in you, he slowly fucks his cum inside you, the wet sound from your grinding bodies turns him on more than he can even describe, addicted to how it feels and how it sounds 

loves to slowly pull out, and watch his cum leak from your hole, loves knowing he’s the first and only one, who gets to do that to you. 

and when he’s at your small place, with ellie being at a girl her age’s place for the night, he unwinds in your bed with you, passing a blunt back and forth

you give him sips from whatever fruity alcoholic drink you’ve concocted that night, giggling mid kiss when you taste the mixture of a mango pineapple drink and weed on his tongue 

and he always gets the munchies on nights like this, but not for food

loves devouring your pussy when he’s high, he’ll make his way on top of you, eyes ablaze, mouth parted with low breaths, eyeing you down like you’re his prey 

you try to tease him by closing your legs, but that’s fine, he can work with that

he grabs your ankles, taking them in one big hand, pulling you down towards him before he lifts your legs up by your ankles, smirking to himself when he pushes your panties to the side and dives in tongue first 

he can eat you out for hours, he’s just so hungry, and he can’t get enough of you

and when you’re shaking, trembling, struggling to breathe, he loves watching the violent jerk your body makes when he pushes his cock inside your messy and soaked hole, loves holding you down while you shake beneath him from your burning orgasms you just had back to back 

fucks you nice and slow, wants you to feel every single inch, and every single vein inside of you, wants you to know who’s fucking you this good

and when he can’t hold off on leaving california any longer, he tries to convince you to come with him. and in the time that the pair has stayed in california, ellie has grown to like you, and naturally joins him in his pleas, begging you to come along with them. 

and as much as you want to go along with them, you can't get yourself to leave. california’s your home, and it could be their’s too, you try to tell them, but you both know where the other belongs. 

when he leaves, he kisses you hard enough that you pray it bruises into your lips for the rest of your life. 

you make him promise to try and come by at least every summer, and with a wide smile, he says he can do that. 

[ieirislover]

Joel Miller, The Giver

joel miller x fem!reader

this started out as a part of a series i wanted to start, but i got lazy and never really wrote the actual story 😭 ive never written smut or ff so i apologize if its bad.

warnings: nsfw content, descriptions of sex, oral sex (f receiving), pwp (literally no plot at all), come eating, kissing, making out, grinding, dry humping, fingering, overstimulation, mentions of blowjobs

word count: ≈1.7k

this isnt proofread so i apologize if there are any mistakes.

He trails his calloused fingers up your sternum, then to your collarbones. It’s a small act, but it feels so… intimate. You shift your gaze up to meet his eyes only to be met with his curved brows and parted lips.

He’s so pretty.

Is all that goes through your mind as you trace his face with your eyes. His almond shaped eyes, skin tanned by the hot Texas sun, subtle patches of freckles covering his cheeks and nose, his bushy brows and pink, plush lips. You just want to bite them. Mark him. Make him yours. The distance between your lips gets smaller and smaller, to the point where his breath reaches your nose, minty and fresh. You hold back a giggle at the mental image of him brushing his teeth before meeting you, maybe wondering if he knew this was going to happen. Wondering if he fantasizes about you as much as you fantasize about him.

You finally close the distance and lock your lips with his.

It feels unreal. Every heartbreak you’ve dealt with before seems worth it to have him in your arms, lips locked with yours. There’s so much need in the kiss, both of you gradually getting more and more desperate. Eventually coming up for air, you both make eye contact, panting, pupils blown.

He’s now the one to take initiative, his hands grabbing your cheeks in an instant and pulling you back towards him. Your stomach is fluttering with such intense need and want for him that it feels like you’ll explode. You’re sure that if you don’t get some sort of release soon that you definitely will.

Your grinding has gotten harder, and you’re surprised that you feel this good from not even touching his bare skin. As you pull away from the kiss, he takes notice of the string of saliva connecting both of your lips. He can’t help but grow harder as he takes in the image of you on top of him, eyes blown, hair slightly tussled, lips wet and puffy from kissing.

“So pretty, baby.” You hear him say before he dives into your nape, open-mouthed and marking you in an instant.

It feels euphoric as he sucks your pulse point and you grind down harder into him in order to alleviate the continuous throbbing between your thighs.

“Please, Joel.”

He makes his marks trail down your neck from your collarbones to your cleavage. His eyes look into yours, silently asking for permission to go further. You nod as you feel his thumbs tease your nipples over the fabric of your blouse. He then moves his hands to your waist and lowers his mouth over your blouse onto your nipples, now erect from the exclusive attention he’s given them. He mouths over the fabric, darkening the fabric with his saliva.

Its hot to see him so invested in you and the both of you haven’t even taken off your clothes yet.

You hastily unhook your hands from his curly locks and begin to unbutton his flannel. Your hands are so shaky, your entire body thrumming with need, and he clasps onto them, steadying them.

“Lemme help, baby.” His voice is low and raspy and you swear its impossible to be any wetter than you are right now.

He places your hands on your thighs that are sitting on his, and begins to unbutton his flannel.

“You d’yours too, sweetheart.” He says quietly into your ear, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up immediately and your eyes squinting in pleasure at the mere tone of his words. You lift off your blouse, immediately wishing you’d picked a better bra to impress him with, but its Joel. He doesn’t care. He just needs you.

His stomach, only occasionally being visible to you when he lifts up his t-shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead while mowing, is finally visible and you can only drool at the image in your head of where his trail of chestnut locks on his soft belly lead down to.

Before you can salivate any longer at the idea of his happy trail or length of his dick, he grabs your waist and his thumbs stroke the skin by your ribs. Your head leans back in comfort and pleasure and Joel takes this as the opportunity to suck more marks into your neck. At this rate, you’re surprised theres any room on your upper body for him to leave any more hickeys but as usual, he proves you wrong.

Your hands find purchase in his hair yet again and his body begins to shift off the couch.

“W’na take this to the bedroom, baby. G’na treat you right.” He asks states, and you swear his eyes are black.

Your only response is a moan and a frantic nod, as you feel arousal pumping through your veins.

Good enough for me. Joel thinks.

—

You both stumble into his bedroom, tongues intertwined, and he immediately guides you to his king-sized bed.

It doesn’t take long for Joel to flip you onto your back on his bed, gently pushing your chest down. You lay flat on his bed, craning your neck up to continue kissing him. His kisses get slower and slower and they get lower and lower on your stomach. You can feel the pressure of his suck getting harsher. You’re somehow wetter. His lips trail down and down until they get to the button of your jeans. His eyes look up for approval once again and you swear your heart skips a beat. He’s so kind, even when he’s in bed.

He unbuttons your jeans and zips them down and god, do you wish that you wore something easier to take off. Or less tight. He’s patient when you lift your back so he can slip off the jeans and his eyes immediately attach to your black panties.

He revels in the image of your slick seeping through your underwear and it’s like at this moment your thoughts are confirmed.

Joel Miller is 100% a giver.

It’s quiet. But you definitely heard it.

He lets out a moan, a moan, at the mere sight of you wet for him. His lips trail down the fabric and begin to lightly apply pressure to your clit through the thin layer separating him from you.

Your head whips back at the subtle intrusion and you thank the lord for not getting whiplash. You let out a loud, long, moan, one that intrigues Joel; one that eggs him on. He applies more pressure to your slick-coated panties and you cannot believe how you’re this close to coming already.

He grabs your hands from gripping the sheets and moves them to his hair, keeping a steady, slower pace with his tongue as he continues to tease you through the fabric.

“Joel.. Please.” You say, embarrassingly desperate.

“Aww. Is it not enough, babygirl?”

You bite back a moan at the pet name and your back arches closer to his face.

“Pretty please.. Please Joel.” You say again, even more desperate.

He’s silent for a beat and you see a smirk etch itself onto his lips.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

In an instant, his fingers begin to slide your panties off and his breath stutters when he sees the string of slick still connecting your pussy to your panties.

“Christ, you’re wet. You ever been treated like this, baby? Or d’you just like me that much.” He teases and you’re sure you’d find his playfulness more charming if you weren’t so close to coming right now.

“Come on, Joel.” You whine.

He scoffs and playfully rolls his eyes as he takes your thighs and wraps his biceps around them. He takes his thumbs to spread you open, and he sure is taking his time considering he stops every five seconds to relish in the fact you’re practically gushing for him.

Finally, he takes his tongue and swipes it through your slick folds, causing you to moan loudly at the touch. His strokes get faster and faster, as he starts to indulge in your wetness, almost as if this is more pleasuring for him than for you. You’re dangerously close to coming but still can’t seem to get quite over the edge and Joel must be a mind reader as he unhooks one of his arms from your legs and begins to tease your hole with his middle finger.

You moan louder at the pressure as he slowly eases his finger in, lubricating itself in your arousal. Before you know it, he’s easing in his pointer into your pussy and the slight stretch around his girthy fingers feels absolutely divine.

You let out a scream-like moan when Joel easily finds your g-spot. And like some sort of expert, he massages it, almost like he’s coaxing your orgasm to come closer and closer. His tongue and fingers speed up and as his fingers reach a fast, delicious pace, his lips latch around your clit.

You feel your climax start to sneak up on you, your clit throbbing around Joel’s wet tongue, and walls clenching around his slick digits. You swear you see stars when a shock bolts through your spine, sending white hot pleasure throughout your entire body. Letting out an embarrassingly loud moan, you come, and you feel Joel’s tongue continuously lap up your spend.

He lets you ride out the aftershocks on his fingers as he still licks you open. It starts to tickle, the overstimulation, causing your thighs to start closing. He lightly keeps them open with one hand, tutting at you, almost as if you were inconveniencing him. Once he’s gotten his fill of lapping up your spend, he trails kisses from your stomach towards your neck.

“Y’did so good for me, baby. Such a good girl.” He whispers in your ear and you lightly clench around his fingers once again.

You feel exhausted from your orgasm and as much as you want to suck his dick and give this man everything he’s ever wanted and more, you’re asleep.

[toxicanonymity]

What was the moment Joel fell for sweet pea? I like to think it was when they both orgasmed in that first chapter, I think it wasn't the first time Joel had done something like that with a girl, telling her he'd let her go and keep the others away if she complied, but I think it was the first time he'd had a girl cum under those circumstances. Like I bet he thought she was pretty fucking special after that.

falling for sweet pea

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one way or another I think he felt she was special very early (more here on their initial interaction), and it's true that it was rare for him to make someone his (unprecedented actually) in terms of taking her with him.

in my mind, there are a few turning points. . .

When you escape, it doesn't even occur to him to just get another girl aka some part of him knows you're irreplaceable. Internally, he fights back, being kinda cruel (J. miller) and even telling you (telling himself) he could have taken a girl at that house instead of going after you. This phase ends with him saying in the heat of the (deranged) moment that no one else could compare (in Company). He thinks he's just saying it in a sexual context. *We* know why, but he's still resisting why.

Later on, separate incident (in Close) - that brief moment when he thinks you're shot/dead. He realizes why: you're irreplaceable because he cares about you, and a big part of him wants something more personal with you. You can feel it in the second smut of that one. Then later (in Night Air), you find out what actually went through his head when he thought you were shot. So now he's conscious of it, but still resisting and trying to hold some boundaries for reasons revealed to us when he's about to tip toe across that line (in Night air). He needs to cross it with abandon to let himself really "get there."

And there's another phase after this. And one after that. 🫣 edit: but this still doesn't mean he's gonna say ily

additional details / trajectory if his affection