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Dummy

Sebastian x F!Reader

~ 18+ ~ MDNI ~

Word Count: 11.5k

Warnings: dumbification, misogyny, dirty talk, degradation, praise, name calling, daddy kink (just a sprinkle), weed / intox, manipulation & gaslighting, baby talk, filming, choking, biting, mention of somnophilia, established relationship, oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Synopsis: Smut - Sebastian would do anything for you, his sweet girlfriend. That includes dumbing you down and forming you into the perfect toy. For YOUR pleasure, of course.

A/N: Thank you sweet anon for giving me a pass to drop everything else and write this <3

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“Can I cast a protection spell?”

The corner of Sebastian’s pierced brow raises, his eyes dropping to your feet before raking across your body so meticulously that you squirm under his gaze. Of course he notices, the corner of his mouth twitching upward into a smug grin.

He’d picked your outfit out for you, even if you hadn’t realized it. He’d conveniently run into you just an hour ago, throwing out an absentminded comment that he was looking forward to seeing you at five for DnD. “Five?!” you’d gasped, to which he nodded, like it had always been at five. He’d looked down at you, feigning confusion with tight-knit brows and his lips pressed together as you told him you were so certain your plans were at six. You took him at his word, though, scurrying home before he could get another word in. Sebastian knew you’d be in such a rush to change out of your work clothes and hurry over to his place that you’d be searching for anything easily accessible. Before he’d left your house that morning, he’d dug through your dresser, pulled out a hoodie and jean shorts and thrown them on your bed. Sure enough, you sit on the floor of his room in exactly that. He’s not sure what you chose to put under that hoodie, the zipper high enough that he can’t see any neckline of an undershirt, limiting the possibilities to a bra or a tank top. The intention was that you would wear nothing beneath the flimsy little zipper holding your sweatshirt over your chest, but he’d have to wait to find out if you’d done so.

“You can, but it only lasts one turn. There aren’t any enemies around yet.” Maybe if you’d sit still and pay attention instead of getting up to grab another chip or take a sip of water every other minute, or talking to Sam about absolutely nothing and interrupting Sebastian, you’d have noticed. This shit was a lot smoother when it was just him and Sam. But no, you had to butt in despite his backhanded protests, and he didn’t have the heart to look his girlfriend in the eyes and tell her no. He could look her in the eyes and say a lot of other unspeakable shit just fine—in fact, it turned him on. But somehow, without the potential for his insolence to evolve into sex, he’d lost the ability to be anything less than a pushover with you.

You hum, eyeing the table like an answer will appear on it if you just stare hard enough. Surely you can still feel his and Sam’s eyes burning into you. Seconds pass, and nothing. You clear your throat. “Can we move to the next room?”

“We can, but we haven’t even explored this one yet.” Sebastian runs through his whole annoyed monologue once more in his head. He really needs to figure out how to say ‘no’, or at least turn banning you from DND night into something sexual. That, he could likely do.

A big sigh falls from your lips and you bend your knees, pulling them into your chest and wrapping your arms around them. Your ass peeks out from the short hem of the denim you wear and Sebastian can’t help but lick his lower lip, his tongue flicking over the ring stuck into it. Sam pipes up. “What if you check out the chest in the corner?”

You nod quickly, clearly thankful for the suggestion as you take it immediately. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

Sebastian looks down at the notepad in front of him, notes jotted down messily regarding details of the campaign he’s running. “It’s locked.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, slinking further into yourself. He almost feels bad for you. It’s only your third time joining them, and you always seem to have trouble understanding how to best participate. It sure doesn’t help that Seb looks at you sideways every time you open your mouth. “Look for a key,” Sam prompts.

“Where?” Seb pries.

“On the shelf?” you say hesitantly.

He nods, scouring the notes. In truth, he disregards most of what he’s written down when it’s your turn. Can’t give you a win, just in case you let it get to your head. “No key.”

“Can I break the chest open?” Sam jumps in, taking over your turn. You don’t seem to mind.

Sebastian nods. “You break it open, finding a vile of bright blue liquid inside.”

“Can I drink it?”

“You drink it, and you can feel yourself grow stronger. It’s an attack boost.”

“Sweet!” Sam celebrates.

“Anything else you want to do in here?”

“Nah, let’s move on.”

“Can I cast a protection spell first?” you ask. Seb looks toward you, eyes squinted. “I feel like we’re about to get attacked.”

“Alright, you cast a protection spell.” No use in fighting you. If you want the fucking spell so bad, you can have it. “You walk through the next door, finding a bedroom. The evil king is asleep, his sword leaning on the nightstand next to him.”

“I sneak up and grab the weapon.”

“Roll for stealth.”

You grab the dice, shaking it between your enclosed palms before throwing it across the table. The three of you watch as it spins, landing finally on ‘two’. You eye Sebastian nervously.

“You tiptoe toward the king’s bed, but you don’t notice the step up as you near it. You tumble to the ground, landing on your hands and knees with a thud. The king startles awake, instinctively reaching to his sword.”

“I rush forward and stab him with my own sword,” Sam rushes out. Always the knight in shining armor.

“Roll for accuracy.”

Sam rolls, and maybe the dice is cursed, because it lands on a mere ‘four’. “Shit.”

“You miss, and the king grabs his sword.”

“Protection spell!” you shout.

Sebastian shakes his head. “You have a three-turn cooldown.”

You look helplessly at Sam who can only shrug. “I push myself away from the king to buy time to cast a protection spell.”

“The king is too fast for you, stabbing his sword through your throat as you’re trying to get to your feet.”

“Ouch,” Sam mumbles.

“The king pulls his sword from your limp body and turns his focus to the warrior.”

Sam outlines his solo plan of attack, rolling as Sebastian prompts him to, and the curse of the dice evidently subsides as you lean back against the wall behind you, out of the game for tonight. Sebastian sneaks glances at you when you’re not looking, your eyes so sad and dejected from your failure. He’d tried to tell you to save the protection spell. It’s almost like you should’ve listened to him. He knows best, after all. Sam, however, has luck taking on the boss by himself, eventually defeating him, though he nearly loses his life in the process. Sebastian concludes the game after Sam’s close victory.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Y/n. We’ve been playing for years and I still lose half the time,” Sam says, clearly picking up on your sour mood now that he’s not so distracted. Sebastian begins packing up the game, biting his tongue. Sam’s been playing pool every Friday for years, and he loses every time. Maybe the man just isn’t that skilled.

“Thanks, Sam. Good job.”

“Thanks! Same time next week?”

“Yep. Six,” Sebastian confirms.

“Six?” you ask. “But it was at five today.”

Seb looks over at Sam, exchanging a pointed glance. He’d roped Sam into his little game earlier, hardly giving him any information on what his goal was, insinuating that it was just a harmless prank. Sam shakes his head. “We started at six.” He says it slow, like it should be so obvious to you. Sebastian fights back a chuckle. It’s fun to toy with you on his own, but having some backup from a third party is extra devious.

“I swear it was five…”

The three of you are quiet for a moment before Sam finally musters up, “Math is hard. It’s all good.” You look down at your feet, your face all scrunched up like you’re trying to figure out where your brain went wrong. “Well, I should get going.” Sam stands, grabbing his hoodie and shrugging it back on. “Night, guys.”

“I should go, too,” you mumble, climbing to your feet.

“How ‘bout I walk you home?” Sebastian offers as Sam’s shuffling up the stairs creaks across each of the wooden boards. You nod absentmindedly, heading toward the door. Seb grabs some stuff off his dresser, throwing them into the pocket of his hoodie and following after you.

As you step outside, Seb stops you from turning, nodding toward the lake. “Wanna stand out here with me for a bit?” You follow his lead, probably assuming he wants a cigarette before taking off. He pulls out his lighter, but instead of reaching for the carton in his pocket, he grabs a tightly rolled joint and lights up the end of it. He takes a hit, letting the smoke fill his lungs with a familiar burn. “Tough game.”

“You didn’t do me any favors.” Feisty.

“What a bad DM I would be if I did. Can’t play favorites.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to make me die.”

“I tried to help you, babe. You wouldn’t listen. I still saved you from a lot of bad decisions.” You huff. Seb sticks the tip of the joint back in his mouth, holding it steady between his lips as he wraps his arms around you, pressing the side of your face to his chest. He reaches up to grab the joint between his fingers, breathing out the smoke he’d inhaled. “‘m sorry, princess. I’d love to baby you, but you have to listen. You think you know better than me? You couldn’t even remember what time we started playin’ tonight.”

“You’re right… maybe it’s just not my day.”

Seb rubs his free hand over your back, in part to warm you up in the cool breeze coming off the lake, but primarily in a half-hearted attempt to comfort you. “Your head’s probably tired. You can turn it off, y’know. Let me take care of you.”

You look up, studying him like you’re searching his face for bad intentions. God knows you’d never find ‘em in your state even though they’re plain as day. His pupils big, irises forming dark rings around them, tucked under heavy lids, looking down his nose at you held tight in his arms. He flips the joint around in his fingers and brings it to your own mouth. You seem so caught off guard by the action, the funny smell that hits your nose as he holds it close, that you hardly notice the tip nestle between your lips. Sebastian demonstrates for you, breathing in deep and holding his breath. You follow like a good little girl, the smoke filling up your lungs. You hold it until Sebastian exhales seconds later, only releasing a small cloud as your body has absorbed so much of it. You sway a little in his grasp like your action has already caught up to your brain.

He takes another hit, his tolerance evidently a bit higher than yours, then snuffs it out against the tree next to him to save the rest of it for later. “C’mon,” he says, pulling his arms away and grabbing your hand to guide you back home. You keep a consistent foot behind him, making him feel like he really is leading you as you stumble along, trying to slow him down to make the movements a little easier on your faltering brain. When you reach the front of your farmhouse, he brings you right to the door and steps aside. You stare at it for a moment. “Got your keys?” he asks with a pointed stare. 

“Oh. Yeah.”

You stick your hand in one of the pockets of your sweatshirt, pulling out everything contained inside of it instead of just your keys. Lipgloss, a couple loose coins, and some earbuds tangled in the grooves of your house key. You stare at your full hand for another few seconds before fishing out the shiny metal and poking it at the doorknob, consistently missing the keyhole. Sebastian grabs it from your hand as you start to giggle, finding it funny how poorly you’re doing at this simple task. “Gimme, babe. I’ll do it for you.”

You huff again when he gently pushes you aside, shoving the key into the hole and twisting the lock open in two seconds flat. He swings the door open for you, letting you walk through first and following you in. “Are you stayin’?” you wonder. He closes the door behind him, flipping the lock into place.

Sebastian watches you lean against the wall, struggling to unlace your shoes and eventually resorting to trying to kick them off, your toes slipping over the backs of your heels uselessly. “Sit down. Let me help you.”

You stalk over to the couch, sinking into the cushions and sticking your legs straight out. He follows, undoing the laces for you before pulling them off your feet and setting them by the door. “Stayin’?” you ask again, shortening the sentence like it pains you to have to remember all the words all over again.

“Might have to, doll. Can’t even figure out how to undress yourself.”

“I’m fine, m’head jus’ felt light.”

“If you say so. I’ll stay a little longer to make sure you’re okay.” He sits down on the couch next to you, beckoning you onto his lap. “How was your day?” You list off the chores you did before this evening, sparing most of the details, before returning the question. He shrugs. “Work kind of sucked. Spent all month working on this new engine for a client company and they came back to me today with all these extra requirements.” His fingertips absentmindedly play with the zipper of your sweatshirt, pulling it a couple inches down, then an inch back up, chipping away at progress without you thinking anything of it. He’s always been a bit fidgety, never able to sit too still unless he’s deeply invested in something. “I’m going to have to rebuild the coding and shift half the features to a new code language. Not only that, but I have to account for all these extra variables that they just gave me.” He sticks his index finger under your sweatshirt, having gotten it open to your chest. He lifts his finger, pulling the fabric up with it, revealing your bare tit and sending a rush of chilly air over it that puckers your nipple. Seb sucks in a breath at the sight before trying to remember what the hell he was talking about, assuming a frustrated front once more to conclude his story. “I mean, have you ever heard of a damn engine that has HRT targets? Fucking ridiculous. What’ll they think of next? Want me to have it communicate with Pluto while I’m at it?”

When his gaze focuses back on your face, your lips are pressed into a slight frown, your eyes big and doe-like. You still hadn’t noticed all his antics, too busy trying to focus on the words he spoke. Usually he tried to talk about his work in plain language, knowing most of it would go right over your head if he didn’t. Tonight, though, he prefers you confused. You sigh, brows furrowing as you look up at him. “I dunno what you’re talking about.”

“t’s okay. We can talk about something else. Aren’t you warm?” Before you can answer, Seb pulls the metal zipper of your sweatshirt further, down to the top of your stomach. “Are you wearing a shirt?”

You gulp, the sudden barrage of questions catching you off guard. “I was in such a rush, I— I couldn’t—”

“Shhh, shh. It’s just a yes or no question.”

“No.” You look guilty. Sebastian wonders why. He’s seen you naked so many times, he’s lost count by now. Maybe it's because you’d both spent the evening with Seb’s best friend? He doesn’t think he’d really care if Sam saw you naked, though. Having a hot girlfriend is just another thing Sebastian is better at than Sam, and he’d love another opportunity to rub it in his face.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you. His calloused fingers slip through the gap, settling on your tit. He squeezes at it, your nipple being pinched between his digits as he enjoys the soft squish of your breast. “Slip this off,” he says, his forehead pressing to the fabric covering the shoulder closest to him. You let the garment fall down your arm, exposing your other breast to him and he dips down, letting his teeth sink into the supple tissue of the top of your tit, then moves to take your taught nipple between his teeth, running lightly over it before his tongue begins to lap over it.

“Seb,” you moan. “Feels so good. You’re so good—”

“Baby, quiet.” He has to pop off your nipple to get the words out, huffing out of frustration at the forced interruption. “Don’t wanna hear you talk unless I ask you a question.”

“But—”

His fingertips pinch around your nipple, tugging it just enough to pull a yelp from you. “Enough. Don’t wanna hear from your stupid slut brain again, okay? Let your pussy do all the thinking for you. It’s better at that, anyway. D’you understand, doll?”

No response. Sebastian gives you a pointed look. “Yes,” you finally whisper.

“Should we see what she has to say?” You nod, biting back a pout.

Seb stands you up between his legs, working the button of your jeans back through the hole in the denim, tugging your shorts down your legs and helping you kick them off your ankles. He sits you back down in his lap, your back to his chest now. His fingers slip down the front of your panties, not wasting any time in slinking down to your cunt and gathering all the wet he knew would be waiting for him there. “She likes it, baby girl. Your cunt is so much smarter than your brain, yeah?”

“Yeah, Seb.” Your hips wobble over his crotch as you adjust on him, the movement a clear attempt for some friction on your achy core. He brings his middle finger up to stroke along your folds, mere millimeters from your clit, but he makes a pointed effort not to graze it yet. Your hips move more, trying to catch his growing denim-clad bulge against your pussy.

“I grabbed something for you. Wanna see what it is?”

“Uh-huh.”

Seb pulls out the other thing he’d grabbed from his dresser. Your little vibrator. He’d snagged it around a week ago when he came over one morning and found it buried among your bedsheets, still shiny with an orgasm from the night before. You didn’t think he knew that you had it. You didn’t think he knew that you used it on nights where he wasn’t sleeping in your bed, fucking you silly before you passed out. You couldn’t sleep without an orgasm anymore, so you picked this up to fill the gap when Seb was gone. You were so messy trying to keep the secret. You told Abby about your purchase one night at the saloon when you thought he wasn’t paying attention. Then, you left it for him to find, knowing he would be over early in the morning to see you. So forgetful and airheaded. He’d known all about it.

He can hear your lips part like you’re about to say something seeing the vibrator in his hand, his arm snaking back around your waist. You don’t form any words, and he wonders if you’d thought better of asking where he’d gotten it, like maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that he’d just picked one up at the store identical to yours which had gone missing. You don’t want to risk the chance of telling on yourself if he hadn’t really known about it yet. He rubs the tip over your slit through your panties, giving you a moment of teasing before he flicks the switch of it on to the lowest setting. You jump, leaning further into him as it teases your clit through the skimpy fabric of your underwear. “Want more, doll?” You nod. “Want me to put it against your soaked cunt? Stick it down your panties and watch you grind on it? Is that what you do when you’re alone?”

The chance that he’s still naive to your antics disappears, but you don’t seem phased now that it’s pleasuring you for the first time since you’d lost it. “Mmmm, mm-hmm.”

“D’you think that’s something you should’ve asked me about?” he asks as he slips it past the waistband of your panties and between your folds. It’s angled to hit both your clit and your tight weepy hole. Your fingers grab at his sleeve, holding tight as he grips it, firm and unmoving in his hand. “Don’t you think I’d wanna know that my baby girl is cumming without me?”

“‘m sorry.”

“Yes or no question, pretty girl.”

“N-no.”

“No? You don’t think I should know about that?”

“No— Yes, I mean, yes!”

Your poor, silly little brain is working overtime to put together a single coherent thought now. “I’m sorry, it was dumb of me to ask what you thought. Y’don’t have any thoughts beside how good it feels when I control your vibrator for you. Isn’t it so much better than when you do it?”

“Yeah, Sebby,” you breathe, that annoying, affectionate little nickname for him coming out in a whiny moan. He hates it most of the time, but now, with your brain turned off for the night, it’s extra affectionate. It’s trusting, naively so, as he can’t think of a worse person to trust with your body. He’s got nothing but bad intentions and naughty ideas.

“What’d you do without me after I took it? No toy to stick between your thighs and cum on. Did you fuck yourself on your fingers?” You nod against his chest.

Sebastian flicks the intensity of the vibration up a notch, positioning it right to your clit, his other hand feeling up your slit through your panties. He can feel the vibrator tip poking against the fabric from the inside, all slicked with your arousal. Helpless bucks of your hips send shocks of pleasure over his cock, even despite the muffled sensation through the stupidly thick denim covering him. He imagines slipping his cock out of the waistband and sitting you up just enough to nestle it into your sweet folds, settling you back against him until it pushes into your greedy hole and you cockwarm him as you pulse around it, the vibrator getting you so fucking horny. He can’t, though–he knows he can’t. He knows he needs to exercise more self control than that. He can’t give you what you’re asking for so quickly, and he can’t push himself as far as he’s about to push you.

“Gotta tell me when you get close, ‘kay, puppy? Gotta know so I can keep you nice and dumb.”

“Mm-kayy!” You sound so goddamn excited for his plan and it warms his heart to see you happy. Too bad it won’t last much longer. He moves back to your tits, keeping the vibrator pressed tight to your clit and bumping it up one more level. His fingers roll your hard nipples, giving you an extra tough pinch each time you jerk against the vibration being delivered straight to your clit. He begins to move it up and down, a little extra friction adding to your pleasure, the tip teasing entry to your hole with each push across your slit. He bets it feels so good, that intense motion buzzing around the little ring of your pussy, teasing you so good but never breaking past the invisible boundary. Your back arches, tits pushing into his hand as your fingers snake into his hair and pull at it as you start to consistently grind over his lap. It’s like you think you can get that vibrator inside you if you move at just the right time. Unfortunately, there’s a reason it’s not being fucked into you—Sebastian doesn’t want you to get too carried away just yet.

“Getti’ng close,” you gasp at a particularly harsh rub of the vibrator. He wishes he was facing you right now, wishes he could see your face as his thumb flicks the vibrator off as soon as you get the words out. Your hands fall hurriedly to the toy, fidgeting with it, trying to pull it from Sebastian’s hand. “Sebby, please, turn it back on!”

“Uh-uh. Silly girl, you thought I’d let you cum? Such a dumb little slut.”

“Seb,” you plead in response.

“Don’t argue.” He holds you in place until your hips still and your impending orgasm starts to get further out of reach. Just as your breaths even out, he turns the vibrator back on, holding the very tip of it to your clit. You cry out, slumping further down on top of him and bringing your heels up to rest on his knees. The angle gives him so much access to you, your thighs spread nice and wide. Sebastian moves the toy over your clit like he’s drawing circles with a marker, imagining how your puffy clit looks being pushed around by the motion. His lips attach to your neck, using his free arm to hold you to him like it’s a seatbelt. “Tell me when you need to cum,” he reminds you rather sternly.

It takes you fractions of the time it first took to get you there, the direct pressure to your clit and already having been so close making it hard for your body to take the pleasure for very long. You begrudgingly tell him you’re gonna cum and he pulls the vibrator out of your panties to a string of whimpers.

As you come back down, Sebastian prompts you to get up and straddle him. He guides one of your knees between his legs so his thigh sits between them and you gaze down at him, eyes practically glazed over with lust. “Want you to ride my thigh, can you do that?”

You nod, holding onto his shoulders as you lower yourself until your core meets the denim covering his thigh. Your hips move in circles, the soft silky material of your panties catching on the rough denim and sending shivers down your spine as it delivers friction to your clit. He can practically feel the arousal soaking into his jeans already. His hands fall to your hips, letting you take on the bulk of the work, but forcing your hips down on him every once in a while to keep you on your toes. He closes the space to kiss you, his mouth kind at first as his lips move against yours, but the moment your mouth falls open in a gasp, he switches. His tongue prods between the gap of your lips, lapping over your own tongue and sucking in your sweet spit. You can’t hold back your moans, your hips stilling as you struggle to focus on more than one action, so he takes over for you, guiding your core up and down his thigh as he bounces his heel on the ground, the movement giving you a little extra friction as it meets you halfway.

When Seb pulls back, his thumb quickly takes his mouth’s place. You let it enter your mouth, closing your spitty lips around it and sucking as he continues to move you over him. “Can barely suck my thumb on your own. Your brain is so foggy, huh?” You nod, lashes fluttering so innocently like you’re not getting off to Sebastian grinding you across his denim-clad thigh. Like your tongue isn’t swirling over the tip of his thumb as if it’s the head of his cock. Like you’re not making a fucking mess on his jeans right now. “My poor, stupid little whore. ‘t’s so hard to focus when you’re not getting cummies, huh?” You pout around his digit, nodding again. “No one has it harder than you, baby girl. Just wanna cum on daddy’s thigh, don’t you?”

“Please.” With his thumb stuck between your lips, it comes out all muffled and messy, more like “pweah” and he chuckles. You’re not willing to work much harder than that to get the word out.

“Wanna cum in your panties and let daddy lick it all up for you before he finally fucks you.” He can only imagine burying his face between your legs after so much edging. You’re soaking through the spot on his leg that you straddle now, even through your panties. Gotta be fuckin’ dripping for him now.

“Mmm-hmmmm.”

He pops his finger from your mouth, stroking it over your cheek and spreading your spit over your skin. “Sorry, doll. Not yet.” You groan, falling into him and burying your face against his neck. Sebastian strokes up and down your back, slipping beneath your sweatshirt to lightly run his fingertips over your spine. “Doin’ good so far, might let you cum tonight. You can keep being a good girl, can’t ya?” Another bratty whine, muffled against his collarbone. “Can’t you?”

“Yeah.”

He smiles, pride swelling in his heart. “Atta girl.” He sets you back up, unzipping your sweatshirt the rest of the way and opening it so your tits fall free, right in front of his face. “Issa good thing your tits are so pretty, princess, ‘cause your brains aren’t gonna get you anywhere.” Sebastian kneads at one of them, tilting his head to the side as he watches your face. You sway, so difficult trying to hold yourself up. He realizes he might need to let you lay down—seem to be getting so stupid that your muscles are giving out on you. He pats the side of your ass, rather begrudgingly as he was really enjoying the view. “Go get undressed and lay down in your room.” He’ll see if you can still follow a simple instruction.

You take a few seconds to climb off him, steadying yourself back on your feet before disappearing down the hall to your bedroom. Sebastian tears his hoodie off, his shirt coming along with it, fumbling with his jeans until he gets them unzipped and slips them down his legs. Even against the dark fabric, the wet spot you left behind on his thigh is clear as day. He throws his discarded clothing into a pile on the floor of the living room, grabbing only his phone and your vibrator, and heads to your room to find you with your panties around your ankles at the edge of your bed, sweatshirt laying near the door. So close.

Sebastian grabs the soaked fabric, ripping them the rest of the way off. He rounds the side of the bed, adjusting your pillows so they’re more vertical than horizontal—ready to prop you up so you don’t have to worry about sitting up all on your own. He shoves the couple items he’d brought in underneath one of them. You don’t even need his instruction, settling into the pillows and watching him expectantly. He slides his boxers off, cock springing free. The force of the elastic band slipping off his tip has it smacking against his stomach the moment it’s released. He climbs over you, kneeling at your sides, cock twitching in front of your lips. You open wide for him, waiting for him to feed his cock into your patient mouth. He holds it down, the blood filling into it trying to force it upright against his grip. “Tongue out.”

You let it fall from your mouth like a good whore as you lay waiting for his dick to fill up your throat. Seb can’t keep you waiting long, not looking like that. He glides his tip over your outstretched tongue, letting the fat tip press past your lips, forcing them wider as they reach the thickest part of the head. He angles down, running the slit at the tip of it along your tongue. You close your lips around him to swallow down all the precum that had puddled there. As soon as you get a taste, you open back up, tongue hanging down toward your chin. “Taste good?” You nod, eyes flickering up to his as you plead for more with just an anxious look.

Sebastian finally pushes his hips closer, letting your tongue reach his shaft. He keeps going even when your eyes flutter closed and he meets more resistance. Your soft, plush throat is so tight against the head but he gets through, letting it envelop the entirety of the tip of his cock as your nose squishes into his pelvis. He stills, letting the pleasure wash over him as your throat pulses, trying hard to swallow down more of the precum that had dripped from his cock. The back of your throat reminds him of fucking his dick so deep into your cunt that he pokes at your cervix, all soft and squishy and wet and warm, and fuck—your mouth’s cunt really is almost as good as the one between your legs. Not as smart, though. “Y’look so fuckin’ cute like this, doll.”

He starts to grind against you, his tip angling different ways and stretching your throat. He keeps going until you gag, an impressive few seconds. He runs his hand over your hair in silent praise, pulling out nice and slow before he fucks a more comfortable length in and out. Your tongue glides up and down the underside of his shaft as he works himself in your mouth, providing extra attention to the line of taught skin just under the head of his cock. It drives him fucking wild when you tongue it, all sensitive under your flicking motions. He grabs the back of your head, forcing you off the pillows enough to take over the motions as his hips still. “Does your mind feel a li’l quieter with a big cock down your throat?” You mouth the answer around him, the vibration sending a shiver from his cock all the way up his spine as his head nestles into your throat at just the right moment. He takes it as a yes. “Stupid little whores think better when they can’t talk. You jus’ needed something thick ‘n throbbing to suck on.” He shoves your head all the way down his length, your back lifting entirely from the pillows he’d helped prop you on. You’re good for a moment, taking it down your throat, but your hands soon press to his thighs, trying to push him away. He lets you go so you can catch your breath, falling back on the pillows with a soft thud. “Isn’t sucking my cock what pretty girls like you were made for? Maybe y’need more practice.” You should be able to throat his dick until he’s good and done with it. No use in a dumb cunt who can’t.

“‘m sorry.” Sebastian could almost feel bad for you, seeing how pathetic you are with spit still dripping off his cock, lines of it sticking to your lips. But a good slut wouldn’t apologize with her words.

“Try again. Touch yourself for me, keep edging while I fuck your mouth.” He waits for you to snake your hand down your body, pausing to toy with your tits before settling between your thighs and running a finger over your slit. It slides through with such ease that he can only imagine how wet you’ve gotten since he’d last played with you. Sebastian sets one hand against the wall in front of him, using his other to hold his base, prodding at your mouth with his dick and spreading your drool across your face. You’re really starting to look like a stupid whore: naked, stroking your pussy, sticking your tongue out to lick at his tip whenever it’s in reach, letting him make such a mess over your face. When he sticks himself back in your warm mouth, you suck without a second thought—as if you ever had a first. He presses his other palm to the wall, leaning into it as he fucks into your mouth, sneaking glances down his toned, tattooed torso to see just how good you look with a throat full of cock. So good he has to tell you. “Pretty girl.” Your eyes flick up to his. “Never looked more beautiful.” He can tell by the way your tongue laps over his tip and runs under the ridge of it that you like the compliment, and shit, he’ll tell you over and over how fucking pretty you are if that’s the thanks he gets for it.

Sebastian never wants to pull out of your sweet mouth, but as you start getting messier with his cock, he can tell that you’re getting closer. After a particularly sloppy suck followed by the vibration of a moan around him, he pulls back and eyes you. “‘m close,” you finally say, and it’s like you know what he’s going to do the way you try to take him back into your mouth immediately after the words come out. He doesn’t like that. He doesn’t want you to anticipate, to dread. He wants you to be in the moment and not worry your pretty little head about what he’s gonna do next. That’s not for little girls to worry about.

He pulls off, though, stepping back onto the ground beside you. His finger points to your hand, hard at work, and gestures upward. You pull away from your abused clit with a sigh. Sebastian kneels at the side of the bed, patting the spot right in front of his face. You hurriedly sit up, swinging your legs off the bed to hang to either side of him, your sweet cunt right at eye level for him. He looks over it, literally dripping with arousal. Your inner thighs are coated in it. You’re a goddamn mess, just as he’d been hoping. “Baby girl, tell me honestly…” Seb grabs your thighs, dragging you even closer to the edge. His nose is hardly an inch from your clit, his breath blowing over you. Must feel cold, all that air brushing over so much wet. You shiver in response. “Is all this from hearing about how dumb you are?”

You bite down on your bottom lip. “It’s—”

He bites at your inner thigh. It’s light, just a warning. “Yes or no. Don’t try to use all your big girl words. Are you this wet ‘cause it makes you horny when I tell you that you’re a stupid slut made for me to use?”

“Yes.”

“Tha’s a good little bitch. Gonna help clean up your mess.” Seb pushes your feet back up, heels digging into the edge of the mattress as you lean back on your palms. The position puts you completely spread out in front of him so he can close the distance, his tongue dipping inside you without any other warning. He laps up the arousal filling your cunt before moving to your slit, licking a solid line up it and stopping to flick over your clit. “So swollen, baby,” he comments. “Extra sensitive.”

“God, yes,” you sigh, your fingers threading into his hair. “Wanna cum on your face.”

“I know, sweet girl. Daddy still wants to play with you, though.” He sucks over the nub, soft at first, letting the chilly metal of his lip ring tease between your folds.

“But I’m so cloooose!”

“No whining, doll. Can’t let you cum yet. Don’t you wanna help me feel good?” You nod so enthusiastically at the question. Yeah, course you do. He licks one solid line up your slit, collecting what’s left of your arousal and replacing it with his spit. Seb stands, positioning his cock up against the tight ring of your pussy, letting you soak his tip as he teases your entrance. Your eyes light up. That’s what he wants to see. A dumb girl so fucking happy at the idea that she might finally get her cunt filled with his cock. He keeps you waiting, though. Why would he make it so easy for you? Silly girl. You really haven't learned any lessons yet.

Sebastian grabs your throat, tightening his fingers around the sides of your neck just enough for you to feel the lack of blood flow to your brain. You sway in place, but he keeps hold of you, preventing your shaky arms from letting you fall backward. “Gettin light headed? Don’t need blood up there anyway. Nothin’ to fuel.” Your eyes flutter closed for a moment, and when you open them, fuck—you look so genuinely mindless and it fuels all the nasty words swirling around in his mind. “You’re my brainless fuckdoll. You were put here to keep my dick warm. Your mouth isn’t for speaking, it’s for sucking. Your clit isn’t for getting you off, it’s for keeping you in line—ditzy and ready to serve your purpose when I tell you to. You’re so good at it when your cunt is leaking for me, aren’t ya?” It’s like a new wave of arousal has hit you, gushing from your cunt and slobbering all over his cock as he rocks against your entrance.

When he lets go of your neck, you fall back to the bed. You throw your arms over your head, fingers digging into the sheets and clamping down on them. His hand presses to the small of your stomach, thumb nuzzling between your folds to toy with your clit again. He lets his hips fall forward, inch by inch, until the thickest part of his tip finally pushes into you and sits just inside. You gasp as he enters you, back arching under his touch. From here, he can so easily watch you start to come undone under his touch, your tits rising and falling as you suck in uneven breaths, your lips parting and your eyes getting heavy as he pushes you closer to another orgasm, knowing full well you won’t get to reach it. It’s like a mere touch to your sensitive spots can get you there now, having been brought to the edge so many times without the promise of release. And now, with the tip of his dick inside you, he can feel the way you clench on him with each flick of the nub sitting a few inches above. You moan, extra high-pitched and pornographic, and you look at him with that pathetic, pained look, silently pleading with him to keep going.

Sebastian takes his hand away from your clit, but the thick head of his cock stays tucked snug inside your cunt. “Don’t cum. Hold it in.”

“I can’t,” you cry. You actually cry. Tears well up and make your half-lidded eyes all shiny, drops forming in the corners of them as your cunt squeezes sporadically around his tip. You’re trying so hard to listen, to be a good girl, and he knows that. Still, he watches you fail, your orgasm partially ruined by the removal of stimulation on the cute button resting at the top of your folds. Your pussy tries hard to suck in the rest of his cock to no avail and your hands reach toward him, trying so hard to grab onto him, but he stays just out of reach.

He’s never seen you look so guilty as you cum. So horrified that your body betrayed your mind. So scared of the reaction. He doesn’t blame you. There’s nothing good in store for girls who don’t listen to the rules. Sebastian’s thumb wipes the tears from your cheeks. “So hard not to cum when you finally get my cock in you, yeah?” You nod, your bottom lip pushed out all pouty. He wishes he could kiss it better, save you from the consequences. But that’s not how good whores learn.

He gives into himself, all the sick perversion swirling in his mind since he’d hatched this plan, sinking his cock into you until his hipbones dig into the backs of your thighs. His eyes roll back and he lets out a groan, guttural and primal. You were made to take his dick, and he was almost certainly made to stick his dick as deep in your cunt as he could. You welcome him in, soft and tight and soaked through from your orgasm. You whimper as his pelvis rubs over your clit, already overstimulated. Not a good sign. For you, at least—doesn’t matter to him how you take his dick for the rest of the night, so long as you take it. Sebastian grabs your thighs, lifting your legs up to sit against the sides of his waist as he uses them for support, rolling his hips back before driving back into you. “Shit, baby—how d’you stay so fuckin’ tight?” His head lolls back, eyes trained on the ceiling as he attempts to process how good you feel. You’ve never been so wet for him before, your orgasm never even given the chance to leak onto your thighs. It’s all getting stuffed further into you by the tip of his cock. He looks down his nose at you, tits bouncing with every thrust, hair pooled around your head. He leans in just enough to pointedly rub himself across your clit every time he bottoms out inside you. Your legs twitch in his grasp, your hands roaming up your body to pinch at your nipples. “Love watchin’ my slut get herself off. Don’t worry, princess, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to cum tonight.”

It’s so cute to watch your face start to fall, your hands freezing over your bouncing tits, as you start to register what’s going to happen. Enough thinking, though—Seb fucks hard into you, forcing a strangled gasp out of you, and you’re back to normal. He keeps his thrusts shallow for a while after that, paying special attention to your g-spot and you eat up the sensation, back arching, tits pushing against your hands. He watches them squish against your palms, jealous of you for getting to touch yourself like that. He swats one of your hands away, leaning in and inevitably sticking his cock deep into you, all to feel the pillowy sensation against his calloused palm. Looks so much better with his hand there, if he’s honest, tattooed with thick steel rings stuck on his fingers. His hands are bigger, covering more of your breast, pressing his digits into your skin and watching the divots as your tit makes room for his hand to squeeze at it. You squeeze tight on him and he curses his body for the mandatory refractory period that follows all his orgasms. How much fun could the two of you have if there were no limit attached to him?

“I’m close,” you tell him with that same dreadful look as before, afraid of what he’ll do in response to this news. Not pull out, that’s for damn sure. Even if he could muster up the self control, the time for edging has passed since you came on the head of his cock alone.

He lays into you, his chest pressing against you, warm tits squished into his ribs. “Gonna be a good girl and cum?”

“Can I, daddy?”

Sebastian grins, pressing his lips to your temple for a sweet peck as he picks up the pace, pounding into you. “Yeah, baby girl, lemme feel you.” You nod, ending the internal fight to keep yourself from the edge and letting yourself lean into it. Your arms wrap around his neck and he nuzzles into you, keeping a hand tucked under your knee to hold your leg up and keep the tight angle he has on you. Your moans fill his ear, so loud with your mouth right next to it. He listens to them grow more frequent, higher in pitch, until it starts resembling the porn he’d spent so much time watching before he met you. His own personal pornstar pinned under him, trying so hard to milk his cock with her pussy, and shit, he had to stop thinking like that or he’d let you. “Cum for daddy.” You gasp, freezing your grinding against his hips. “Fuck, yes, doll, jus’ like that. Let go, let daddy do all the thinkin’ for you. Yeah, baby girl, cum on daddy’s cock.” His hips start to snap in time with his fragmented words. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck! So fuckin’ tight. My cute li’l slut feels so fuckin’ good squeezin’ my cock.”

Before you can start to come down from your high, he pulls both your legs up to his shoulders, hiking them over so your heels rest on his back. He knows he must look devious, his eyebrows furrowed together and lips curled into a sadistic smile as he keeps driving his cock into you. And it’s so goddamn deep and tight from this angle, your cunt already feeling smaller from your orgasm, he wonders how he’s going to get out of this position without cumming. He keeps driving forward, leaning back up just enough to rub at your clit. You buck wildly underneath him, pawing at his chest. “Sebby, please—”

“You can take it, doll. You’re so good at cumming, show me how good you are.”

Your eyes roll back and he can’t help but grab your throat again, the sight of his hand wrapping around it too beautiful to pass up. Your mouth falls open, tongue lolling out. “You’re a naughty whore, aren’t ya? A little cocksleeve jus’ for daddy? Don’t answer, puppy, keep your tongue out just like that.” He leans across the bed, thanking Yoba that he’d had the foresight—or the sick idea—to grab his phone. His fingers scrape over it, trying to grab it without letting go of your neck, and he finally drags it out from under the pillow enough to wrap his fingers over it. Sebastian holds it above you, your vision still so blurred from your gaze being locked up on your lashes that you don’t even notice it as he snaps pictures. He’s gonna wank to that the second he’s alone again. Maybe he’ll set it as his fucking lock screen photo. It’s just so good, it would be a disservice to ever not look at it.

He throws his phone back to the side before you can notice it. “Wanna see you drool for me, baby girl. Want help?” You nod, like it’s an instinct to say yes to him, and he grins. Smacking you around, pulling your hair, calling you a slut; that’s all fun and good, but this? Breaking you down so you trust him unconditionally despite how badly he wants to ruin you? Fucking your brains out so you don’t have the good sense to second-guess that choice? It’s so much better to mold you into exactly what he wants right now. So, at your request, he rolls his tongue in his mouth, gathering enough saliva to let it fall from his mouth to yours with a harsh spit. You don’t even flinch, just let it run over your outstretched tongue as Seb watches it. He removes his hand from your neck, using his thumb to rub it along your appendage, dipping further into your mouth to gather more of your own spit and mix it together until a thick string of saliva sticks to his thumb after he’s removed it from your mouth. He leans down, forcing you into a mating press, capturing a sloppy kiss from you, sucking your tongue and wetting it further.

“Why don’t you cum for me again, cockslut? This is all you want, isn’t it?”

“S-sensitive.”

“Then it should be easy for ya. Stop fighting it.”

He watches your muscles relax, feels it on his dick. Seb pushes further inside you, faster, unhindered by your impossibly tight walls now that you’ve unclenched them. Still having his dick in a chokehold, but he doesn’t have to use so much energy trying to push through. He swears he can feel your cervix against his tip, taking the brunt of his thrusts with its plushy surface and it makes his fingers curl into the blankets around your head, staring so intently at you as he sucks air through his teeth with each motion into you. Your own eyes are trained on him, burning holes through him and his expressions seem to push you further toward the edge each time he opens his mouth to pull in a bigger breath or throws his head back at a particularly tight pulse around his cock. He wishes he could take a moment to appreciate you getting so turned on from the sight of him hovering over you, but he’s too caught up in your warmth to do the idea any justice aside from another twitch of his cock buried in you. “C’mon, fuckdoll, wanna feel you again. Wanna see how wet you get after the third orgasm.”

You squeeze your eyes closed, burying the back of your head further into the mattress and Sebastian takes the opportunity to lick at your nipples, biting around your breast and probably making you a little nervous that he might do the same to the sensitive skin sitting so close by. His teeth only graze over the hardened buds, sending shivers down your spine with each pass. You clench tight on him, heels digging into his back, effectively pulling him closer. His hips slow, focusing on slow and deep motions as his body pins you to the bed. “That’s it, jus’ like that,” he coaxes.

“You fuck me s’good,” you slur out, gaze shiny and glazed-over as your cunt wraps hard around his dick. He’s not sure he could pull out if he wanted to. Sebastian grits his teeth, moving to pin your hips to the bed so you can’t keep grinding so intoxicatingly around him. He tries hard to breathe through your climax, fighting to stay away from his own, biting into your outstretched neck and earning a yelp surrounded by high-frequency whimpers and moans spilling from your lips. He’s so goddamn close that he can’t even think about talking you through it this time, all the thoughts he wishes he could vocalize spinning around in his head while his dick twitches to the idea of them. You keep him there so unbearably long that when your legs lose the tension holding him in place, he has to pull out so suddenly and he’s sure the abrupt change in sensation alone is about to push him into the deep end.

Somehow, he avoids cumming all over your stomach, holding it in by the skin of his teeth. “Shit, baby,” he groans as he stands in front of you now.

“Daddy,” you pout.

“‘m sorry—fuck—your cunt feels too good, babe. I’ll fuck you all the way through your next one, ‘kay?” You eye his cock, upright and covered tip to base in your cum. He finally feels his mind start to come back, and he strokes himself a couple times for you. Is there a more perfect lube than a dumb slut’s cum? He sure can’t think of one. “Want you on your knees.”

You push yourself off the bed, about to settle to the floor, tongue licking over your lips to lubricate them for his dick. “No, no, on the bed. Face down.”

You fall back, settling into the grooves of the mattress with your ass up for him. He watches your cunt, so slippery that your whole slit shines with slick, and he takes one deep breath to center himself before kneeling behind you and running his cock between your thighs. He slips it into your pussy lips, and if he hadn’t just been balls deep in your cunt, he could’ve confused the two. So wet and warm, all for him. You stick your hand down to rub along the underside of his cock, thumb swirling over the head each time it rubs over your clit and emerges from your folds. It has the effect you probably wanted, him lingering a little too long with his hipbones pressed to your ass, his shaft humping across your abused clit longer and longer with every thrust. Finally, he pulls himself out of his haze, hips setting back further. The next time he brings them in, the tip of his dick catches on the entrance of your sweet pussy and he keeps going, pushing back into you, so painfully easy with all your arousal spread between the both of you.

Sebastian grabs the roots of your hair, using his other hand on your stomach to pull you up, your back pressing to his chest. He keeps one hand tangled in your hair to pull at the strands, your neck craning under the pressure. His mouth attaches to it, free hand settling on your clit as he rubs it furiously. He needs to go hard this time because he knows there isn’t a chance in hell that he lasts another five minutes in your cunt. Between laps and sucks at the thin skin across your throat, he mumbles, “Look in the corner.”

He feels your head move against his, your eyes falling on the mirror. You freeze as you watch it like you’re studying the way your bodies fit together so perfectly, and you should. Sebastian notices it every time he fucks you, how his cock feels like it fills you so full without pushing you past your body’s limit, how his chin tucks into the crook of your neck as he leaves marks across your throat from behind, how his arms are just the right length to reach down your torso to toy with the little nub between your legs. It turns him on thinking about how you were really meant to take his cock, and nothing else feels quite right. “So pretty when you’re getting fucked, aren’tcha?” You nod. “Give yourself a show, slut. I know you wanna grind your hips against my cock.”

His words bring you back down to earth, and you arch your back in time with his thrusts to force his tip further into you. You squirm against his talented fingers rubbing at your clit, throwing a hand over your shoulder to grip at his, muscles taught under your fingertips as they strain to work your core. “There ya go, like a fuckin’ pornstar,” he purrs, pausing his attack against your neck and sneaking a peak at the mirror. Your eyes are trained on it now like you can’t get enough, and he sure as hell can’t either. He stills, pulling back from you long enough to get a frustrated curse from you as he reaches across the bed. He’s back before you can look at what he’s doing, dick fucking deep into you again like he’d never stopped. He grips your neck with his left hand, your skin all freshly bruised and turning purple, before he holds his phone up to your side with his other, pressing record. You see it this time, but instead of freezing up like you did with the mirror, it only seems to spur you on. You push your tits out, turning your head to look over his shoulders, hand to the back of his head to bring him closer as you suck him into a sloppy kiss, tongues out of your mouths to make up for the distance neither of you can close from the angle. He bends his knees a little more, adjusting downward so his dick can fill you fuller, a straighter shot from his base to your core. “Tha’s my dumb little girl,” he mumbles, his hand resting on your neck falling to play with your tit as it bounces from the force of his hips. “You like it when I film you, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Wanna watch it and remember how good it felt to get fucked by daddy?”

“Yes.”

“Brain too dumb to think about it right now?”

“Yes.”

Sebastian has the delightful realization that you’re not even listening anymore, just agreeing with him. He knows better than you, and the lesson is really starting to hit home as you can’t even think about his words before simply saying the words you know you’re s’posed to.

“You want daddy to show his friends?”

“Yes.”

“Want him to prove how good you are for him?”

“Yes.”

“Wanna make ‘em all jealous while they watch you take my dick?”

“Yes.”

“Want him to offer you up to them so they can see how good your slut cunt is?”

“Yes.”

Sebastian smirks. He brings his thumb up to your mouth, now that he’s gotten everything he needs from it, and sticks it between your open lips. You eagerly accept it, sucking in time with the movements of his hips. Your tongue swirls around it, peeking from your mouth to reach the base of it, taking the length of his digit and coating it in spit. When he pulls it out of your mouth, he drags it down your tongue, letting the appendage fall from your mouth. He brushes through your hair, messing it up and admiring his work in the mirror just before reaching over to grab the other item he’d retrieved along with his phone. Your faithful little sex toy. Seb turns it back on, maxing out the setting and sticking it straight to your clit. You would’ve doubled over if not for his arms holding you in place just enough to prevent the reaction. You cry out his name, hips writhing, struggling to find some relief between his cock bullying into your pussy and the vibrator mercilessly buzzing against your clit. Having none to be found, you push against his wrist on your hip with no success. Instead, you grip it for dear life as your cunt tries to suck him dry. He might finally let it.

Sebastian stops the recording, throwing his phone across the bed to free his other hand up. He pinches at your nipples as his hips speed up, pounding into you and filling the room with the sound of your skin slapping together, the hum of your toy, and your whimpers. “Can you be a good whore and gimme one more orgasm?” You nod, pained, like it’s the hardest task in the world. He kisses your temple. “Let me cum in you?” Another nod. “Sweet, sweet girl. Your dumb-girl cunt makes daddy feel so good.”

You smile, head leaning back onto his shoulder. He can feel the vibration centered on your nub shuddering down his shaft, bringing him closer. If the way your pussy clenches at his cock is any indication, you’re getting close again, too. He rocks the vibrator up and down your slit, letting the tip buzz against his dick each time he pulls his hips back. “Lemme feel you, baby. Need to feel you cum your brains out on my cock so I can fill you up.”

“‘m so close,” you gasp, rolling against him.

“Yeah?” He holds you closer against his chest, mouth next to your ear. “This is your fourth orgasm tonight, all from being treated like the stupid slut you are. Are you embarrassed?”

“N-no.”

“Don’t sound too confident. D’you want daddy to tell you if you should be embarrassed?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“You don’t have the capacity to be embarrassed about your cunt getting so wet when you’re talked down to. Not when you’re just a brainless cocksleeve. It’s good that even with your limited abilities, you understand what you’re good for. You like that you’re just a toy for daddy, just like your vibrator is a toy for you. You move it, manipulate it to make you feel good, and daddy does exactly the same thing to you. You think your vibrator would be embarrassed? No, ‘cause that’s what it was made to do. Make sense?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Sebastian chuckles lowly, knowing you probably barely heard him over the sound of his cock plowing through your sopping wet pussy. You don’t need to understand, he’ll guide you in the right direction like he always does. “Put your face in the blankets now, sweetheart. Wanna pound you and watch your cunt get filled up.”

He hands the vibrator over to you, making sure you put it right on your clit after you’ve bent over, ass up in the air for him. He places his palm on the side of your face, keeping your eyes positioned toward the mirror so you can watch him finish while he degrades you. He repositions his cock at your entrance, driving it in until the tip hits against your cervix, pulling it all the way back out and repeating the process as you watch intently. Once you’ve exhausted the surprised gasps that fell from your mouth with each thrust, he sets a quick pace, hardly removing his cock now as his tip bounces off your cervix over and over. Sebastian settles a hand on your lower stomach, pushing down on it and moving in time with his thrusts, guiding your hips to meet his. His hand works your stomach, pressing like he’s trying to feel his cock filling it inside you. You moan out, louder and substantially more guttural, telling him he must be doing something right.

“Cunt’s so tight, baby girl. Show daddy how good you feel.”

“Gonna cum–” you groan between shallow breaths.

“Watch yourself cum. Watch daddy fuck you. Watch him cum in you.”

You nod, squeezing your eyes closed for a moment before sucking in more air and training your eyes on the mirror as best you can. He smacks your ass, grabbing down on your cute hips so tight you might wake up bruised tomorrow. As he nears his own orgasm, he uses them for support, his own hips faltering as he continues to back you into him. The slap of skin overtakes any other sounds, filling his ears and he groans, throwing his head back as your cunt spasms.

“Tha’s it, baby, take it for me. Yeah, take my cock in your sweet, dumb fuckdoll cunt. Lemme hear how fucking empty your brain is for daddy. C’mon sweet girl.” You cry his name with your final orgasm, and his cock twitches violently just a second later. Thick ropes of cum fill your cunt, combining with your own sticky cum, and you feel so impossibly wet. “Shit, baby girl– Fuck! Cum for me, don’t stop squeezin’. Cum your fuckin’ brains out. Don’t need ‘em, daddy’s gonna take care of you. Gonna breed my dumb little girl–” He loses the ability to speak for a moment, a deep groan interrupting his stream of consciousness. Sebastian doesn’t stop as he milks the cum out of his cock–he keeps fucking it into you, meeting your eye in the mirror, and you both look utterly primal. You’re so fucked-out, hair messy, lips swollen, tits moving in time with the jerks of his hips. “So fuckin’ cute takin’ my cock like that, princess,” he groans with a heavy sigh.

It takes a while for him to work up the motivation to pull out of you, but he does it, slow so he can feel every soaked inch of you. His cock is covered in both of your orgasms, and the moment the head of it pops out of your pussy, a flood of cum drips down to your clit and puddles onto the sheets below you. He rubs it through your slit and you jump forward, so overstimulated by now that you can’t bear another round. Unfortunate, because he’d love to fingerbang his orgasm back into you right now.

Sebastian decides to be nice to his dumb doll, though, letting you collapse onto your back in the middle of the bed and following close behind you. He pulls your head onto his chest, your ear against his frantic heartbeat as he recovers. His nails trace up and down your spine, and he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Did so good, sweetheart. Your head feel a li’l clearer now?” You nod, inhaling deeply as your eyelids flutter closed. “Tired?”

“Mmm-hmmm.”

“Why don’t you thank me for letting you cum before you pass out?”

Your eyes open, lashes fluttering up at him. “Thank you, Sebby.” You lean forward enough to kiss his cheek but his hand tucks under your chin, pulling you to his lips and settling into a long kiss. “Good girl,” he says as he finally lets you settle back in. “Gonna fall asleep dripping with my cum?” You nod again. “Okay, doll. That’ll make it nice ‘n easy for daddy to wake you up with his dick in you.” You open one eye inquisitively. “You trust me, yeah? Gonna let me decide what’s best for you?”

“Of course, daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. My dumb baby girl.” Sebastian strokes your hair, his fingers massaging over your scalp. “Get some sleep. Gonna need it.”

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A/N: someone plz request a part two so i can throw Sam in the mix

[svanha]

Thought I make a master post with all my Emmrook sketches so far for all the lovely new followers, but turns out I can only include 30 images and I have way more than that :’D

edit: I got flagged so I removed all explicit content, so… those can be checked on Patreon🤍

[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[forever-rogue]

Heyyyyyy!! First things first, I LOVE YOUR WORK.

I have a request!!

I was hoping you could write a a Joel Miller x Fem! Reader -

Joel and Y/N met in Jackson, and together now raise Ellie. What if one night Y/N is out with some girl friends at a community event or whatever and some guys begin to hit on her and make some inappropriate comments about her, and her relationship with Joel. After Joel finds out he finds the guys and teaches them a lesson about respecting a woman, especially his woman?

You can write this or spin off however you want to! I’d just love to see protective / feral Joel

AN | Okay, so men are the worst but never Joel. Have some Protective!Joel 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Mild Violence (non-graphic knife use), undertones of SA (it doesn’t happen, but does get referenced)

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Joel was already laid up in bed, a book in his hands that he wasn't really reading, instead watching you closely. You were mesmerizing.

"I'm sure," he promised, snapping his book shut and getting up. You watched with a small smile as he came over and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and meeting your gaze in the mirror. His eyes were on yours as he pressed kisses to your bare shoulder, "go on and have fun, baby."

"I'd have more fun with you there, my love," you gently prodded him but you knew that when he had his mind set on something he didn't often change it.

"I'm too old and tired," he teased as you playfully rolled your eyes, "I'll make it worthwhile when you get home."

"Now you're making me just want to stay home with you," you reached up and playfully ruffled his hair, "you always make it worth my while cowboy."

"You are going to go out and have a good time with your friends," he insisted softly with a kiss to the side of your head. You pouted playfully as he pulled away and sat back in the bed, "I'll be waiting right here for you when you get back."

"I'm holding you to that," you winked at him before grabbing your shoes, "you and Ellie have fun too."

"Kid's with Dina tonight," the two of you exchanged a sly grin. Ellie was not good in the slightest at hiding her affections for the other girl, "but I'll keep myself occupied."

"Stay out of trouble!"

"No promises," and with that he resumed his former position and grabbed his book again. At least you wouldn't have to worry about him tonight, "now go and have fun, baby."

"I love you," you grinned at him as he pretended not to hear you, "say it back, Miller!"

"I love you," he promised softly, "now go and quit stallin'!"

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One of the best things about Jackson was that it was almost like life was normal. Well - it was normal, the normal that had become so over the course of almost twenty-one years. But there was still comfort in going out with a few friends, having a drink and not worrying about anything.

And, it would turn out, that evening you were mostly right. But also wrong.

Sitting around a table with your girlfriends felt so right, especially when you were gossiping about your current love lives. It wasn't so much gossiping as it was sharing stories, which was still a lot of fun.

"And then Billy said he wanted to try-"

"Hello there pretty ladies," and just like that your entire evening was ruined. The three of you immediately quieted and exchanged wary looks. The man in question was a scummy looking thing that radiated nothing but bad vibes. The friend he had in tow was no better and they were both smirking wickedly, "you look like you could use some company."

But you decided that you weren't having it. You sighed heavily, putting on a sticky sweet smile, "and you look like you can't read the room. Leave."

"Oh," he zoned in on you, stepping closer so he was leaning into you, his warm breath fanning over your face, "you're a feisty one. I like you."

"Well that makes one of us," you sighed dramatically, "you can go now."

"I don't think I will-"

"Listen," Maria spoke up and you'd never been more thankful for her, "you need to leave. Otherwise you'll be dealing with her husband and I don't think you want that. Or mine."

"Ahh," and then he had the audacity to touch you, putting his hand on your face and stroking your cheek, "cute. I'm sure this husband doesn't even exist. I could show you what a real man is like-"

"Go," Tania had had enough and shoved the man off you and stumbling backwards into the bar, "and don't ever show your face around here again."

"Fine," he held up his hands like he was the innocent party, "pathetic bitches."

But luckily they finally got the picture and left, leaving the three of you shaken, but alone. The interaction left a sour feeling in your stomach. 

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By the time you left the bar it was late and dark but luckily it wasn't a long walk home. More importantly you couldn't wait to get back to the man that was waiting for you at home. A wistful sigh escaped your lips at the thought.

But as you walked your usual path home you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following you. That caused your heart to race and your mind to panic with worry, despite how calm you tried to keep yourself. 

After a little bit you stopped dead in tracks and turned around, looking into the darkness. It was then that you saw the man from earlier. Of course he waited. You swallowed the lump in your throat, "what do you want?"

"Aww, little lady," he took that as an invitation to come closer, "I just want to spend some time with you. You know, get to know you a little better."

"I have a husband," you couldn't mask the disgust on your face or in your voice, "and you're a pathetic prick, so you can fuck off."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," he was in front of you now, hand on your upper arm and grabbing harshly, "come on, you know you want it-"

"Fuck off," you pulled his hand off your arm and twisted it, causing him to groan, "and fuck you."

You kneed him in the crouch and he stumbled backwards, yelling a slew of curses at you. He definitely hadn't expected you to fight back, but he was so very wrong. You took the opportunity and ran the rest of the way back home.

As soon as you got inside, you slammed the door shut behind you, making sure it was locked behind you. You leaned against and took a moment to catch your breath and relax. 

"Hey baby," Joel was at the foot of the stairs looking at you with worry written all over his face. Fuck. You hadn't wanted him to see you like this, "what's wrong?"

"I-I'm fine-"

"Is that why you came runnin' in here and slammed the door?" He crossed his arms over his broad chest and raised an eyebrow, "baby-"

"I wanted to see you," you swallowed the lump in your throat; you hated lying to him, "couldn't get home to you soon enough."

"Mhmm," you could tell that he didn't quite believe you, but wasn't going to call out your bluff just yet, "you had a good time?"

"I did," and for the most part you really had. You walked over to him when leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, "but this will always best out everything."

"Come on," he took your hand in his and laced your fingers together before gently pulling you up the stairs, "I believe I made you a promise. And I don't like to break those."

"I'd hate for you to do that too," you agreed, with wide, eager eyes, "don't want to break your wife's heart, do you?"

"Never," he led you into the bedroom and shut the door, ushering back towards the bed. You easily complied, sitting down when the back of your knees hit the mattress. Joel had a wolfish look on his face as he drank in the sight of you, "you're so damn beautiful."

"Joel," your cheeks warmed up as crouched down in front of you, his hands settling on your hips. Before you could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed you, softly at first but quickly with more hunger. 

Your husband reached for the hem of your sweater and slowly pulled it off before tossing it to the side. As soon as you tried to reach for him, Joel froze and pulled back, a hard look settling on his features.

"What is this?" He tenderly held up your arm, frowning at the finger shaped bruises that were already blooming across your skin, "who?"

"Joel-"

"Who did this to you?" He was angry, but not at you. Never at you. Tears welled up immediately as you looked at him with a pathetic little expression, "baby…"

"There were two guys that came up while we were at the bar," a few tears rolled down your cheek but he gently wiped them away, "they were being gross and creepy, but eventually left us alone. W-when I was walking home one of them was waiting outside for me and he started to follow me. H-he grabbed me and tried to…"

Joel didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, pulling in for a tight hug, gently stroking your back, "I know, baby. It's okay - I've got you. Let it out."

"He grabbed me but I remembered what you taught me and was able to get away," you buried your face into his chest, "'m sorry."

"What are you sorry for, huh?" He let out a long breath before pressing gentle kisses to the side of your head, "you've got nothing to be sorry for."

"I just…" you pulled back and sighed lightly, "I got scared. But I'm glad you're here."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to help," his hand was on your neck as he stroked your jaw, "but I know my girl can handle anything. Who was it?"

"I think his name is Adam," you shrugged lightly, "he's part of that new group. The one with the beard that always wears flannels."

Joel's jaw ticked as his eyes narrowed. He knew exactly who you were talking about, "Adam."

"Joel," you put your hand on his shoulders and gave it a light squeeze, "he's a jerk but please don't do anything rash. I can let it go…please tell me you'll do the same. I know it sucks but I don't think he's going to be doing anything to anyone anymore."

"I can let it go," he whispered, closing his eyes as he kissed your forehead, "I love you."

"I love you too, Joel."

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So…Joel wasn't lying when he said he could let it go. Not technically. He could let it go.

But he sure as hell wasn't going to. Not for this. No one did this to his girl, his wife. Nor was this Adam going to ever do it again. He'd make sure of that.

The anger and rage was practically radiating off Joel as he walked to the main community building to report for patrol duty. He might have pulled a few strings to ensure that he'd be on duty with a certain someone…but it was worth it.

"Adam, right?" He put a fake smile as the younger man approached and nodded.

"Yep," he even sounded like an asshole, "you must be Miller."

"I am," he agreed and held out his hand, "Joel Miller."

"Nice to meet you-"

"You know what's funny," Joel's grip on his hand was like a vise, "you've already met my wife."

"Your wife?"

"Mhmm," he could see the man squinting as he tried to pull his hand away, "she told me all about it."

"O-oh," he was finally able to wrench his hand free, "what's her name?"

Joel almost hated even just telling him your name but he repeated it just loudly enough for him to hear. Adam nodded, clearly unsure of where this was going, “she was out the other night with some girlfriends. Another of which also happens to be my sister-in-law. She told me you were there with a friend. So.”

Adam’s face paled almost immediately as realization hit him. He knew exactly who you were, who Joel was, and that he knew what had happened.

“Listen, man - I think there was some sort of misunder-”

“Don’t,” Joel grabbed him by the color of his shirt and pulled him close, “don’t fuckin’ lie to me and say it was some sort of misunderstanding. My girl says you made them feel uncomfortable and that you followed her. I’m inclined to believe her - she has no reason to lie. Why would she lie?”

“She’s probably just-”

“I wouldn’t say another word if you know what’s good for you,” Joel’s voice was low and dangerous and he reached into his back pocket to pull out his knife. He held it up to his neck, just against the skin, not enough to break it but enough to provide a stern warning, “you should be glad it was my wife that you dealt with that night and not me. I would not have been so forgiving.”

“Please. I-I’m sorry-”

“Funny,” he smirked at the panicking man, “now you’re sorry. You weren’t so sorry the other night, were you? I saw the bruises on her arm. She asked me to let it go, you know. You’re lucky - after this, I will. But let me make this extremely clear - if I ever see or hear about pulling anything like this again….you won’t live to see another day. If I ever see you near my wife again, you will regret it.”

“Joel, I-”

“I am a killer,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “I ain’t killed anyone in a long time now, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do it again. You understand me?”

“Y-yes,” he stammered nervously and Joel couldn’t help but dig the knife ever so slightly into his skin, causing a thin line of blood to bubble up. 

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, I understand,” and just like that, Joel pushed him away, causing him to stumble over his feet and fall to the ground. Joel offered up a saccharine smile as he wiped the blade clean and stuffed it back into his pocket.

“Good,” he said firmly, “now get out of my sight and don’t let me see you again.”

Adam was gone and out of sight before Joel could say anything else. 

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“Joel Miller,” your hands were on your hips as you stood in the doorway to the kitchen as Joel walked inside the house. He looked at you with a sheepish expression; he was a smart man and he knew exactly what this was about, “what did I say?”

“You said to let it go,” he hung his head as he walked over to you. 

“And you did exactly the opposite of what I asked, didn’t you?”

“Yes ma’am,” he stated sheepishly. Before he could say anything else, he felt you throw your arms around him and hang onto him like a koala, “baby?”

“I can’t believe you did that for me,” you looked at him incredulously as he couldn’t help but smile at you, “did you really make him piss himself?”

“First of all, how did you hear about that?”

“Jenny who saw it all, who told Tommy, who told Maria, who told Ellie, who told me,” you grinned and he laughed. 

“He didn’t quite piss himself but I got the point across,” you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him and you could feel him smiling against your lips, “you’re not mad?”

“I mean, I’m a little annoyed that you didn’t listen to me,” you sighed softly, “but also love the fact that you didn’t listen. You defended me.”

“I would do anything for you,” he took your jaw in his hand and turned your face up to his, “anything. I hope you know that.”

“I do,” you nodded, feeling warmth pool low in your belly, “I would do the same for you.”

“I know,” he kissed you with an intensity that you had practically melting into him, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you,” you made a small sound as he picked you up, “Joel!”

“Let me show you how much.”

[from-the-clouds]

texas sun - joel miller x f!reader - vol. xi

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chapter summary: I'm not even gonna be poetic about this: Joel and reader lie to themselves and others about their feelings for 5.6k words. pairing: joel miller x f!reader words: 5.6k chapter warnings: ANGST. Description of panic attacks/anxiety. Referenced death of family members/romantic partners. Implied bisexual reader. Alcohol consumption, hangovers. smoking. Canon-typical suffering. As always please dm if you have questions. a/n: Wanted to give game Joel a little love with the gif choice, ya feel me? I've been excited to write this chapter for months and I ultimately feel like it flopped so hard, it just did not come together the way I envisioned. It's also my last week of work for awhile I'm honestly feeling very burnt out so I'm in a 'fuck it, i don't have the energy to make it perfect' mood, BUT - It’s a lot of backstory/development that I do think is necessary. Next chapter shit will go down tho so get ready.

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-April 10, 2024-

Joel reaches out to clutch the patio railing. His chest is tight, like someone’s stitched his ribs together so they won’t expand fully every time he tries to inhale. Each breath wheezes in and out of him, and his head spins. 

None of this feels real. It can’t be real. And if he’s asleep, he can’t decide if he’s in a dream or a nightmare.

That’s until he hears his name. 

“Joel!” 

Her voice is like a jolt of electricity, shocking his body back into equilibrium. He finds Ellie standing behind him when he looks over his shoulder, Tommy walking up the pathway to the front door, brow furrowed. 

“We literally only got here like one week ago, you can’t die already,” Ellie scolds him, and he knows that the jab is meant to be playful. “Woah, are you okay?” she asks when they lock eyes. 

Joel straightens, squaring up with Tommy, fully prepared to give him a piece of his mind, for throwing him into the deep end with nothing to stay afloat. 

“Who was that?” Ellie is completely oblivious. 

Even if he wanted to answer the question, he still probably couldn’t. It had taken him a moment to even recognize who you were, that’s how long it’s been. And he hadn’t even really gotten a good look. It only clicked when you’d taken off your glasses, and when it’d registered, and then he’d seen the kid next to you, he’d panicked. Joel brushes past Ellie, shoving his brother with one hand in the center of his chest.

“What the hell were you thinking?” 

Tommy recoils at the contact, something pained and confused crossing his expression. “I…. I thought you’d be happy to see that she’s still alive.” 

Joel doesn’t answer, just glowers at him. He’s still unable to make sense of the questions swirling around in his mind, each one seemingly more important than the last. 

Of course it’s good that you're alive. At one point, he had tried to find you. It was after Sarah, after he’d tried to- he can’t even think about how foolish that had been. At the time, the thought of seeing you again was the only thing that provided him with even the slightest bit of hope for the future. But the search had been fruitless. 

After a while, Joel decided that you were dead. It didn’t matter whether or not you were. He’d seen the unspeakable pain humans were capable of inflicting on each other and then when he’d gotten involved with some hunters, became the cause of all that pain. If you were alive…it meant those horrible things were happening to you. You were better off dead. 

It also kept his conscience clear. After he’d done what he had done, he knew if he ever saw you again, he wouldn’t even be able to look you in the eyes. And he was right. You knew a version of him that no longer existed. 

“Joel,” Ellie interjects. He’d nearly forgotten she was there, still lost in his shock and rage. 

“Ellie, go inside,” he quips. 

“Can’t I just-”

“Inside. Right now. ” Joel hasn’t used such an aggressive snarl with her since they first left for the Boston QZ, and he turns to look at her just in time to see her face crumple, before she turns and marches up the stairs. He immediately feels bad, but unfortunately, this is just how things go with every person he cares about these days. He hurts them, then they hurt him, and it equals out, only ending when one of them decides to leave. 

“Jesus, Joel,” Tommy scolds, but he doesn’t care. 

“How long?” 

“What?”

“How long have you known she’s alive? That she has a fuckin’.....” Joel feels something get caught in his throat. “...a fuckin’ kid.”

“That’s her nephew,” Tommy says matter-of-factly, as if it was supposed to be obvious. As if Joel wasn’t just grappling with the idea that he had a twenty year old son he’d never known about, and feeling guilty that you’d been alone with him this whole time. “But I guess I can see where you’d think that.” 

Now that you’re on Joel’s mind, he does recall you mentioning your nephew a few times. Maybe you even had a picture of him hanging on your fridge, and he had pegged how you had the same smile. He’s a little embarrassed for jumping to conclusions, but it doesn’t mean he’s done being angry. 

“Shit,” Tommy rubs his beard. “They’ve been here for like three years. It’s been awhile.”

“Three years?” Joel asks, a whole new wave of anger reappearing. “And you didn’t think to fuckin’ tell me all this time?”

“You know the rules. We aren’t allowed to use the radio.” 

“What about when I was here in the winter?” Joel asks stiffly. 

“I just…figured it’d be a shock-

“And why would you think that, Tommy?” Joel raises his voice. 

Tommy holds out his hands, lowering them slightly as if to tell Joel to settle down. Then he nods towards the house. Ellie. “You had a lot going on with that whole situation. I didn’t want to distract you.”

Joel would never admit it, but that was probably a smart decision for Tommy to make. He remembers how uncertain and scared he’d been when he first stopped in Jackson. But Joel still tries to think of a way to keep the argument going, because he doesn’t want to give Tommy any sort of props for how he’s chosen to break this news to him.

“I thought you’d be happy she’s alive, really, I mean you both-”

Joel holds up his hand. “Enough, Tommy. It was so long ago…I barely remember.”

Tommy frowns, gives him a knowing look. “Really?” 

Joel sniffs, crosses his arms. 

“Well, I remember,” Tommy says. “And she was always good to you.”

Joel doesn’t answer, because he doesn’t have anything else to say, and at this point, he just wants Tommy to leave.

“Work through whatever you have to,” Tommy says. “But don’t be an asshole. You should work on that, in general. Or else I’ll have to keep explaining your behavior.”

“Glad I’ve got you looking out for me,” Joel says dryly.  “Don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Fine.” Tommy shakes his head, backs away.

His brother doesn’t say goodbye as he stuffs his hands in his coat pocket and walks down the street. Joel stays in place, alone on the front porch, until his hands relax from the fists they are clenched in and his anger turns to shame. 

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-April 19, 2024-

You close the locket and place it back inside the old lunch pail full of tchotchkes and other memorabilia. It’s a fairly empty box, over the years you’ve found that the things you hold onto are either lost or left behind, not unlike the people you’ve met. You swipe away the tears in your eyes. 

Bea had always said it was important to give yourself the space to grieve, to let yourself feel whatever it was that you needed to. It’s advice that you don’t want to take from her right now because you’re pissed at her for being gone. Not that it had been her fault. And also because you know if you don’t stick to a routine it’s very easy to backslide. 

In the bathroom, you hurry to splash cold water on your face, taking a look at yourself in the mirror. Before the outbreak, there was nothing more terrifying than getting old. Now, as you study the new lines and wrinkles on your face, the scar on your bottom lip, the gray strands in your hair, it doesn’t scare you at all. It seemed frivolous that looks were something you’d been so concerned about when you were younger. But you suppose you didn’t have much else to worry about. There was something pretty freeing about being older, that you can be content without being concerned about whether or not someone will find you attractive. And really, getting old means you’re still alive. That’s all that matters. 

You are concerned with the red in the whites of your eyes, but hope they’ll fade by the time you get to Maria’s. 

Grappling with the fact that Joel is still alive has dredged up a lot. Since it had been about a week since your reunion – if you could even call it that – on your front porch, and you’d seen him one other time. The first time, you’d sort of understood why he’d ran off. But you guessed you kind of expected him to come around eventually. He didn’t. 

Just a few days earlier you’d been walking through the town square, and he’d been headed your direction with that teenage girl who Tommy has since told you is named Ellie. She was giggling at something, and Joel even had a slight smile on his face, but when he saw you, it disappeared, and he pulled Ellie to the opposite side of the street. It was clear now that he was intentionally trying to avoid you, which….didn’t feel great. 

That was an understatement. Having Joel back made you realize just how lonely you were. It had taken some time after arriving in Jackson for you to grieve your partner of nearly ten years, so it hadn’t really dawned on you that at some point you might crave a deeper level of intimacy that your friendships couldn’t offer. But you had already had it twice, so you supposed that was better than nothing at all. Plus, your number one priority had been, and always would be making sure Ethan was provided for. 

So what exactly were you expecting from Joel? Not that, of course. But maybe some kind of closure after all those years spent apart. Some kind of acknowledgement of your time spent together. 

When the outbreak first happened, you had spent a lot of time being angry. With Joel and Sarah, the possibility of being normal had been dangled in front of you. You realized you had wanted to be loved after being convinced by your father – and yourself – that you didn’t deserve it. Then, the second you acknowledged that you wanted it anyways, the world had literally ended. It was a little egocentric, but it sort of felt like a sign that your dad had been right all along. Some women aren’t meant to be part of a family.

Of course, Bea had proved that wrong. But losing the people you loved became a pattern. And you even to this day, you alternated between believing that it was the unfortunate reality of life, or that it was your destiny to never get what you wanted. 

Regardless, even if the way Joel is acting has caused you more turmoil than you are willing to admit, you’re not going to follow him around and beg to get back into his good graces. That’s never been your style. 

You’re tidying up the kitchen, getting ready to leave, when Ethan shuffles into the room. It’s nearly noon. 

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you say to him as drags his socked feet across the hardwood.

He grumbles his greeting and tilts his head at the bag you’re adjusting over your shoulder, as if to ask where you’re headed.

“I’m going to Maria’s,” you say. “Then I have to meet with Eugene.” 

He makes a noise of affirmation, still half-asleep, and slumps into a kitchen chair. When you look at him closely, you see the dark circles beneath his glassy eyes, his face pale. 

“You alright, honey?” you ask, putting your bag back on the countertop and approaching him. “Do you have a fever?” when you reach to press the back of your hand to his cheek he swats it away weakly. He doesn’t feel warm.

“I’m fine,” he says, crossing his arms on the countertop and burying his face in them. “I just have a headache.”

“Yeah?” you say. “You were out late last night.”

“Derek and I went to the Tipsy Bison,” his voice is muffled. 

Everything clicks into place. “Oh. Were you overserved?” 

He turns his head, but doesn’t lift it. With how long his hair has gotten, most of his face is obscured. “Maybe. But before I get a lecture, don’t worry – I’m never drinking again.”

“I’m not gonna lecture you,” you’re almost offended. “Is this really your first hangover?”

“I mean….probably not. But it’s definitely the worst.” 

“Well now you know your limits,” you say, crossing the room to pour him a glass of water and get some ibuprofen from the long-expired bottle you keep in a cabinet.

“Maybe if we were allowed to drink when we were with Bea, I would’ve learned that sooner.”

You let Ethan’s get his dig in at the last community you’d lived with before Jackson. The more time you’d spent here, the more time he’d had to convince himself that what you’d gotten yourselves into was terrible. Because you had more of a complex perspective on it, it was the one subject you avoided speaking to each other about. 

Ethan is similar to Vincent in that while he’s very sensitive, he also seems to enjoy being an instigator. Of course, spending all of his life fighting to survive in a world that wants him dead has only intensified that. Bea had been good at helping him manage his temper when he was a teenager and it became too much for you to handle. But besides that, he doesn't get into much trouble, so you aren’t going to chastise him. 

“Drink this, and take these.”

He groans, but reaches out for the aspirin and water, nursing it down with small sips. You bite back a smile. The both of you have endured much worse than a hangover, but there’s something cathartic about seeing him experience the plights of a normal twenty-something. 

“Are you hungry?”

“If I eat anything, I think I will vomit,” he lays his head back down. 

You consider asking him if he wants you to stay so you can look after him, but decide that you don’t want to encourage the habit too much. Instead, you reach out and brush a strand of hair off his cheek so you can see him more clearly, and he closes his eyes. “I bet you’ll feel better in a couple hours. Drink water. It’ll help.”

He blinks up at you, seemingly unconvinced. “I saw that guy yesterday. The weird one.” 

“What guy?”

“Tommy’s brother. What’s his name?”

“Joel?” you ask, and pretend that saying his name doesn’t almost make you shiver. 

“Yeah,” he says. “He was with Tommy at the stables. Guess they’re making him a ranger.”

“Hm.”

“I know you knew him before or whatever, but he’s definitely a weirdo. And I’m not just saying that to make you feel better.”

The whatever in his sentence is doing a lot of heavy lifting. You roll your eyes, but not maliciously. “Well, he did just get here.” You definitely don’t owe Joel anything, so you surprise yourself by defending him. 

Ethan almost ignores your response, winces, turns his head back into his arms and grumbles something to the effect of I’m dying. 

“Rest up,” you ruffle his hair and kiss the top of his head, like you’ve been doing since before he could walk, and it’s hard to stop even though sometimes it annoys him. Right now, he doesn’t protest. “I’ll bring you home some soup from the mess hall. Take it easy.” 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It’s Tommy who lets you in once you arrive at Maria’s. She’s upstairs with the baby, he says, and tells you to wait in the living room, before you hear her frantic voice calling out for him to come help her. 

His footsteps retreat up the stairs, and you hover in the entrance to the living room, your eyes inexplicably drawn to the chalkboard with 

You glance at the little memorial that Tommy had made for Sarah and Kevin, Maria’s son. Even though you’ve seen it a million times at this point, the sight of her name, the date of her passing – the same day as Joel’s birthday – makes your stomach sink. 

That’s when you notice that you’re not alone. Sitting in a chair in the corner is the girl that you’d seen accompanying Joel. You hadn’t actually been properly introduced, you realized, and she’s staring at you like she doesn’t know what to do. She’s a cute kid, a teenager if you had to guess, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. 

Based on how he’s been acting, you can’t imagine what Joel has told her about you. Probably nothing good. So you give her a nod and a small smile, before crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe. 

Surprisingly, the bit of sincerity seems to warm her up a little. “I’m Ellie,” she says.

You nod again, and give her your first name. “It’s nice to meet you, Ellie. Sorry I didn’t get the chance the other day.”

She shrugs. “It didn’t seem like that was your fault.”

You let your arms drop to your sides, straighten up. “Did you uh…come to see the baby or something?” 

Ellie shakes her head no. “I’m waiting for Tommy. He’s gonna take me to see the school.” 

“Oh, that’s nice.” 

“Not really,” she says. “I think school is fucking stupid. But everyone says I have to go, because all the other kids in town do, too.”

Ethan was grown when you arrived in Jackson, and you didn’t have children of your own, so it was the one place you didn’t really frequent. “Well, you probably should but….I hear you.”

There’s an almost imperceptible smile that crosses her features. You turn your head back to stare at the staircase, waiting for the sound of Maria’s footsteps, but all you can hear is her and Tommy whispering with frantic energy as they try to put their son down for a nap. 

“You know Joel won’t tell me anything about you,” Ellie’s voice cuts in, and you turn back towards her. “But you knew him before, didn’t you?”

You’re not sure how to take this information, or…how to respond to it. So you keep your response simple. “I mean, we were neighbors.” But even that feels like a lie, and a useless one to tell. Maybe it’s a little petty, but you don’t owe it to Joel to keep his secrets, especially not after he’s treated you so poorly. So you tell her the truth. “I guess he was also…my boyfriend for a little while.”

Ellie seems taken aback by this. “What happened? Did you break his heart or something?”

“No,” you snort. “We got separated before the outbreak.” 

“Oh.” She ponders for a moment. “So then why is he so mad?”

You shrug. “I’ll let you know if I find out.” 

“Well, he’s an asshole. But I bet you already know that,” Ellie says. 

Based on the time you actually spent with Joel, you would’ve never described him that way. So if that’s really how he’s perceived, even by the people who care about him, it makes you a little sad. Losing Sarah must have changed him more than you could imagine. 

You’re already sick of thinking about him so much, so you change the subject to something that’s at least a little lighter. “How did the two of you end up together, anyways?” 

“Long story,” she answers, and you get the sense there’s something she’s holding back. Because you just met, you don’t press her any further. 

“As I’d imagine.” 

You hear boots coming down the stairs, and Tommy rounds the corner, holding a stack of photos. “I’ve been meaning to show these to you, I went home a couple years back…to Joel’s old place and mine. There wasn’t much left, but I found these.”

He passes the pictures to you, and you look down at them. You don’t think much about your old house at all. It was another thing you lost, but almost everyone did, so it didn’t really make you feel special. Still, sometimes you thought of your cozy back patio and your old friend Martini, and had accepted you’d never see them again.

The first photo in the stack is a photo of Joel and Sarah at one of his soccer games. As sweet as the gesture is, you are pretty sure you can only confront so much of your past at once, and with Joel being back in town it’s starting to get suffocating. Also, when you study the picture and realize that your memory has gotten some of Sarah’s features wrong, you’re overwhelmed with guilt. 

Hesitantly, you place the pictures down on the coffee table, and Ellie reaches for them immediately, flipping through him. “Woah,” she says. “He looks so different without all the grey hair,” she flips to a photo of him and Tommy, and glances up at him. “You look pretty much the same.” 

When you agree with her, Tommy grins, playfully tucking a piece of hair behind his ear bashfully before growing serious. “You better not tell him I showed you these.” 

“I won’t,” Ellie assures him. 

“Look at this one.” Tommy pushes another photo across the table towards you, and you peer down to look at it. “He fucking adored you.”

You remember taking the picture vividly while on vacation with Joel and Sarah, and at one point you’d had your own copy framed on your dresser. There are flowers peppered in his hair, and you both look so young, and so happy, and so oblivious, his arms around you, his lips pressed against your cheek. At the time, you really had no idea that everything you knew was about to be destroyed. 

“Nice,” you say flatly, and in an effort to keep from getting emotional, push it back across the table, and retreat to sit in a chair across the room. 

After some time, and some convincing, Tommy and Ellie leave to go on their tour of the school. When the door closes behind them, you swipe the photo from you and Joel off the table and slide it into your back pocket. You tell yourself it’s so Tommy can’t show it to Joel, but really it’s because it’s one of the only memories you have of yourself before the outbreak, when everything felt perfect. 

Just as you back away from the pictures, Maria appears at the bottom of the steps. She looks exhausted, and before either of you can speak, you wrap her in a hug. Partly because it looks like she needs it, but also because you just want to feel close to someone you trust, even if it’s only for a few seconds. “How are you holding up?” you ask. 

“I finally get some peace and I’m using it to work,” she says, leading you into the dining room, where all the paperwork is spread out. Your plan had been to write a new amendment to the town’s constitution, which then had to be approved by the council. 

Maria hadn’t stayed away from her job as the leader of the community for very long after having their son, despite your encouragement for her to take it easy. She had experience with her previous son, Kevin, but you imagined it didn’t make life with a newborn any easier. So you tried to help her out with any chance you got, especially because you knew she’d do the same for you. it was just how things between you worked. She knew even more about you than Tommy did, and you told each other everything. Well, almost everything….

“You should take a nap or something.” 

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I’m serious,” you insist. “I can write a draft while you sleep and then you and I can do the revisions together. 

She seems reluctant, but after making you swear you’d wake her if the baby starts fussing, she lies down on the couch and you begin working. 

Like your old job, you don’t really like doing this. The only job you have in Jackson that actually excites you is the work you do with Eugene, and going on patrol. But this work makes you feel the most useful. And despite the fact that you had always been skeptical of authority – you believed in her ability to keep things in Jackson running smoothly. 

About an hour later, you’d drawn up the draft and Maria stirs from her nap. The revisions don’t take very long, since you both are usually on the same page, but when you start packing your things up to go, she seems surprised. 

“Are you hanging around until dinner?” 

“No, I have to meet up with Eugene,” you say. “Plus, Ethan’s at home hungover so I told him I’d make him soup. 

“Do you think he’ll be up for dinner tomorrow night?” she asks. “Tommy keeps pestering me.”

“Well he’s still too young for his hangovers to last two days,” you smirk. “So yeah, I think he will.”

“He invited…..Joel, and Ellie,” Maria says hesitantly, watching your face. “Is that okay?”

“I mean….it’s not my dinner party.”

“You can say no. Or not come,” she offers. She hadn’t been there the day you’d seen Joel again for the first time, but it sounds like Tommy has given her the rundown. 

You shrug. As much as you don’t want to admit it, being forced into the same room as Joel is a little exciting. “I’ll go.” 

“Are you doing okay with that?” she asks. “I told Tommy not to surprise you, but he didn’t listen.”

“It’s all fine,” you say, which isn’t entirely a lie. At the end of the day, everything would be fine. The stakes weren’t life and death. When Maria seems unconvinced, you continue. “I mean, it feels like he’s being a little rude…but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Maria lowers her eyes, pauses. “Has Tommy’s ever told you about any of the stuff Joel got him into when they were on their own?”

“Not really,” you say. “But I know they were on bad terms.” 

“I didn’t know you back then,” Maria begins. “So I don’t know what you saw in him, or what he was like. But….I don’t think he’s….I don’t know if it’s worth getting emotionally invested again.”

“Oh, bummer. As you know, reconnecting with an ex is my main priority right now.” you deflect with a smirk, but Maria doesn’t seem as amused.

“Fair,” she says. “But be careful. I saw what he did to his own brother. I don’t want it to happen to you.” 

“You don’t have to worry about me,” you assure her. “Whatever he’s done, I’ve dealt with worse.” 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

-April 20, 2024-

When Joel and Ellie arrive at Tommy’s, it’s clear immediately they aren’t the only people that were invited. 

Seeing the life that Tommy had built for himself here – a thriving community, a wife, a son – fills him with a certain level of envy. But mostly….he’s ashamed. Back when they were hunters, Joel was adamant that it was the only way they could survive, despite the horrible things they were doing. The worst part was, Joel really believed it. Now, the nightmares still chasing both of them, he realizes he was wrong. Even if Tommy won’t say it out loud, Joel knows he resents him for those days, how he’d been forced to trade away so much of his humanity. For Joel, violence came easily – shockingly so – an outlet for all his anger after losing Sarah.  But Tommy had always struggled. And even though there will always be love between them, the tension was still there. 

He’s still adjusting to life in Jackson, only leaving the house when Ellie drags him out, and when Tommy trains him to go out on patrol. It’s hard to accept that he’s not on the run anymore after the chaotic nature of the last year. Only Tommy knows his darkest secret, and he intends to keep it that way. 

While Ellie does seem somewhat hesitant to leave him alone, she does seem a lot more enthusiastic about life in Jackson. Joel knows it’s a good thing, and once again, he feels like he’s let her down by not leading by example. 

Tommy greets them both once they step inside, and Joel is polite — something he’s been trying to do more of lately. Maria gives him a tight-lipped smile, one that tells him she’s trying to be civil despite her reservations. God only knows what Tommy has told her about their time together. At least he can understand where she’s coming from. Had they met twenty years ago in Austin, they probably would’ve gotten along. Nowadays, he’s not surprised when people don’t like him, because he hates himself, too. 

But Maria still entertains them with general pleasantries and questions about how they are settling in, despite looking incredibly flustered. Ellie is more apt to answer them then he is, Joel standing by with his thumbs in his belt loops. 

Over their shoulder, Joel sees you, standing in the corner of the front room with your back turned to him, deep in conversation with your nephew. He’s smiling and telling a very animated story, at one point clapping his palms on your shoulders and shaking them violently while you giggle. It makes him think of you and Sarah. Therein lies the problem. He’s become a little more comfortable discussing his past with Ellie, but there’s a limit to what he’s capable of, especially after repressing so much for so long. 

The oven goes off, and Maria excuses herself to the kitchen, inviting Ellie to follow along. Joel and Tommy are left standing in the entryway together.

“You invited her?” Joel asks, not bothering to hide the venom in his voice. 

Tommy steps back, giving him incredulous once-over. “It’s my house, isn’t it?” 

“I don’t know what game you’re trying to-“

Tommy shoves Joel into the dining room before he can finish his thought, out of eyesight from the rest of the people in the house. “I’m not playing games, Joel. She’s family. Maybe not to you, but definitely to Maria and I. And she’s never shown you anything but kindness. So grow the fuck up.” 

Before Joel can think of another objection, the sound of a baby crying cuts through the air. Tommy freezes at the sound, until you call out from the other room. “I got him.” 

“Come on,” he says. “Maybe you can muster up the courage to hold your nephew.” 

He wants to tell Tommy that he’s trying, even if it doesn’t look like it. But it almost feels better to allow himself to be the black sheep. It makes things easier. If he keeps that door closed, he’ll never need to worry about the problems that lie on the other side. Still, he begrudgingly follows his brother in the other room. 

When he enters the front room, you’re holding Maria and Tommy’s son in your arms.  

After Joel had learned that Ethan was your nephew, he was unsurprisingly relieved. What did surprise him, however, is that some small part of himself was disappointed. Sure, if you actually had his child while you were separated it would have been devastating. But before all this, all he had wanted was a future with you, would’ve gladly given you children….really, anything you wanted.

He tries not to let his eyes linger on you too long, lost in the daydream of what could’ve been, but you meet his eyes and give him such a sterile, polite nod that it’s almost painful.

Dinner is uneventful. Joel ends up seated directly across from you, Tommy’s doing, no doubt, but you do a good enough job of engaging in conversation that you don’t spend much time looking in Joel’s direction, and when you do, he doesn’t recognize your expression. It does give him the chance to study you up close, which he hadn’t done yet, and immediately regrets. 

He’s still just as attracted to you as he’d always been. Sure, you’ve aged, but so has he – although you wear it much more gracefully. When Tommy offers to pour some bourbon into Ethan’s glass, he refuses, and for whatever reason, you stifle a laugh, the wrinkles around your eyes more prominent than they used to be. 

After dinner, when the plates have been cleared, you disappear. He can feel himself growing overwhelmed, so he steps outside onto the back patio for some air. You’re sitting on a porch step looking out at the yard, but when he steps outside, you turn.

When you register that it’s him, you return your eyes forward again, and Joel remains silent, even considers walking back inside without a word. But he stays there so long, contemplating, that you’re the first to speak up. 

“You know, if you stay here….at some point, you are gonna have to acknowledge me.” 

Joel knows he’s the antagonist right now. He’s well aware. But he can’t help himself. Despite that, there’s no malice, and no bitterness in your voice. But you are direct. 

And, because he’s never been good at refusing you, he gives you something in return. “I guess I’m just surprised to see you here….” He recalls a conversation you’d had long ago, curled against his chest, staring up at the stars together. “Being a city girl and everything.” 

You turn to look over your shoulder, gaze making him feel warm, a small smile on your face. For a split second, you’re looking at him how you used to, and then it’s gone. “It is sort of a miracle, isn’t it?” 

He ponders this, and you continue. 

“It’s good to see you, Joel,” you say softly. He wonders how you can make general pleasantries sound so sweet, and is surprised at how easily you betray yourself with the words. Though he had noticed a pattern at dinner. You weren’t nearly as guarded as you used to be. He wonders how that’s possible, if you’ve made it this far. 

“You too.”

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Perfect Family  (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, protective dad joel (let me know if i missed any)

Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah. 

Summary: the happy ending that Joel Miller deserves.

Words count: 1.5k

A/N: This is the last part, I hope you are ready to say goodbye 🥺 This is Epilogue of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm so grateful for all of you! Thank you for your comments, reblogs, and likes. Thank you for your support for this series ❤️ I love you, I mean it!!

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It had been a few months after little Joel Miller was born and you started getting used to having less sleep, baby cries, changing diapers, breastfeeding, all the newborn stuff. You and Joel agreed to take turns for diaper change at nights and it helped you a lot to get more rest. 

The sun shone and you woke up. You stood up to pull the drapes open then you checked on your baby boy in the crib.

“Good morning, my baby boy.” You booped him on the nose. 

Your baby giggled and bounced his legs. You laughed seeing how cute your baby was. He had Joel’s brown eyes and high nose. If you had to be honest, you were disappointed because you carried him for 9 months just to look like Joel and not even you a little bit. But on the other side, you liked him looking like Joel because that meant you got to see two Joel Millers everyday. 

He started crying. It was time for him to feed. He was hungry. So you took your breastfeeding pillow that Joel had bought you, put it on your lap and laid your baby there. You pulled your shirt and let your baby suckle. You smiled looking at your baby and caressed his head. 

Joel groaned and stretched as he woke up.

“Mornin’.” Joel rubbed his eyes and greeted you with a hoarse voice.

Then he turned his head to look at you and snuggled beside you. His hand supported his head as he faced his mini me that was sucking your nipple. He chuckled and stroked Sam’s head that was as big as Joel’s hand. Then his sparkling eyes moved to stare at you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You chuckled.

“You look so beautiful, baby.” He praised you with his morning voice.

“You really need to get your eye checked. My hair’s messy and I have dark circles.” You were being insecure.

“Nuh-uh. You look really beautiful right now, baby. I can’t take my eyes off you.” Joel kissed your arm.

Joel adored you so much. Seeing you having his baby, made him feel the joy that he never felt. You used to wish you could breastfeed Sarah when she was a baby, and now you were finally able to breastfeed Joel’s baby. It took years, but you and Joel were finally here. Together and even had a baby.  

“Do you want to go somewhere today?” It was the weekend and Joel wanted to spend the weekend with his family. 

“Where?” You turned your head to him.

“How about the zoo?” Joel chuckled softly.

You giggled and shook your head. You didn’t expect Joel would think of going to the zoo. It was a long time since you went to the zoo with him so you liked his idea.

“That’s a good idea.” You cupped his cheeks and rubbed his jaw with your thumb.

At the zoo

Sarah walked between Joel and you. Both hands holding each of yours and Joel’s hand while Joel’s other hand pushed the stroller with his son sleeping so soundly inside.

“1, 2, 3!” You and Joel swung Sarah.

“Again! Again!” Sarah giggled.

“1, 2, 3!” You and Joel counted together and swung her.

“Oh! Look there! A lion! What sound does a lion make, sweetie?”

“Roar!!” Sarah roared at you.

You and Joel laughed at her. Joel suddenly remembered the first time he and you went to the zoo when Sarah was a baby. He remembered exactly when you roared at Sarah. He even remembered the words he accidentally said to you about going to the zoo with Sarah again when she was bigger. He thought it wasn’t going to happen but now you and him were married and even had another addition to the family, your son.

“Ice cream!” Sarah shouted and pointed at the ice cream stand.

“I want ice cream!” Sarah jumped and pulled your hand.

“Okay, okay. We’re gonna get ice cream, sweetie.” You chuckled at her..

Then you turned your head to Joel and shook your head. Sometimes you blamed Joel’s genes for making such an energetic daughter. Joel shrugged and followed you behind.

“Hold it straight babygirl. Don’t drop your ice cream.” Joel supported Sarah’s hand that was holding her ice cream.

The four of you took a seat to get some rest for a while and ate your ice cream. 

*baby started crying*

“I need to feed him.” You sighed and smiled. 

You took one last lick to your ice cream and gave it to Joel. You took the baby bottle that you had filled with your breast milk and lifted your baby. 

“Hungry, huh?” You cooed at your baby while he nursed at the teat.

While you fed your baby, Joel’s other hand fed you your ice cream. You leaned in and licked your ice cream. Then Joel suddenly shook his head and chuckled. 

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Nothing.” He shrugged.

“What?” You insisted. 

“It’s just-déjà vu.” He answered.

You didn’t follow him so you raised your eyebrows.

“Do you remember when we came here when Sarah’s was about Sam’s age?” Joel asked.

You nodded.

“That’s where it all starts, baby. You, me, Sarah. Now there’s the four of us.” Joel finished his ice cream.

“Oh..” You just remembered about it and nodded. 

“I’m glad I knocked on your door that day, baby. And thank you for asking me to keep playing house with you. It was the best decision I’ve ever made.” Joel took your hand and rubbed it with his thumb.

“Well, you chose the right neighbor to babysit your daughter.” You smirked at him.

“I love you so much.” Joel chuckled.

“I love you more.” You smiled at him.

“Speaking of which..Where’s Sarah?” You couldn’t find her on the chairs next to you and Joel.

“What?” Joel took his eyes off you and looked around in panic.

“Jesus Christ.” Joel put his hand on his forehead as he saw his daughter playing with a boy her age.

“Maybe he’s her friend at school, Joel.” You told him as you put our baby back inside the stroller.

Joel groaned and stood up. He walked towards Sarah to get her back. He was protective of his kids. You just shook your head seeing Joel so protective because you knew you couldn’t stop him. 

“Okay, babygirl. Who’s that boy you were talking to?” Joel sat Sarah on the chair next to him.

“It’s ben! My boyfrieenddd~” Her cheeks redden.

“Boyfri-” Joel pinched his nose bridge. 

“Why didn’t you tell us you have a boyfriend, sweetie?” You giggled at your daughter.

“You’re not allowed to have a boyfriend until you finish college.” Joel crossed his arms on his chest.

“Mommy!” Sarah turned her head to you and asked for back up.

“This is between you and your dad, sweetie.” You raised both of your palms.

“Be honest with me. Did you kiss him?” Joel gently pulled Sarah’s head back to face him.

Sarah avoided Joel’s eyes and hummed. You giggled looking at your silly daughter and husband.

“Sarah, baby, look at me. Where did you kiss him? On the lips?” Joel cupped his daughter’s cheeks.

Sarah shook her head and pouted her lips. 

“Beenn~” She said his name again.

“Are you thinking about him right now?” Joel chuckled at his daughter. He couldn’t handle her cuteness but he had to act angry.

“You are not allowed to kiss anybody except mom and dad. Understand?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

Sarah kept avoiding his eyes and looked at you. 

“Look at me.” Joel gently turned her head to him again.

“Promise me.” Joel gave her his pinky.

“I promise, daddy.” She swayed a bit, pouted her lips, and pinky sweared with Joel.

“That’s my girl.” Joel lifted her daughter.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Then Joel sat her on his shoulders.

“Don’t be too hard on her.” You rested your hand on Joel’s shoulder and chuckled.

“No boys till she’s 30. Period.” Joel glared at you.

“30? You said until she finished college.” You were confused.

“Changed my mind.” Joel cleared his throat.

The four of you then continued your walk around the zoo and went home. You spent the night watching movies together in the living room. The movie was halfway played and Sarah was already asleep on Joel’s lap while little Joel Miller slept on your chest. 

Joel turned his head to you and enjoyed the view. He couldn’t believe he was now a family of four. He put his hand on top of yours, lifted it to his mouth and placed a kiss. You smiled at him. His marriage with his previous wife wasn’t a good one but now he had the most perfect family with a beautiful wife, beautiful daughter, and cute mini me or he liked to call him little Joel Miller.

The End.

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#13: The Danger Has Passed, Cyar’ika

#14: Am I Making You Quiver?

#15: Mando Looks Like He Knows How to Fuck

#16: I Don’t Want It to Be a Sin

#17: Close Your Eyes, Ner Kar’ta

✨#MID 17: Take a Break, Doc✨

#18: Talk About a Power Couple

#19: My Boys Needed Me

#20: Short Stick Bears His Wrath

din djarin x female!reader

UPDATES ON MONDAYS!

summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words ‘I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.

#01: Unstoppable Force Meets Immovable Object

#02: Falling For You

#03: Call it Fate, Destiny, Call it Luck

#04: Cool Motive, Still Murder

[SEVEN DAYS]

Cowboy!Din Djarin x Female!Reader

UPDATES EVERY OTHER SATURDAY/SUNDAY!

Summary: The Mandalorian, a morally gray and hardened bounty hunter, makes a decision that alters the course of his fate and yours. As your two very different worlds collide, you learn the Mandalorian is more than his reputation has led you to believe, and you have only seven days to decide if saving his life would be worth destroying your own.

DAY ONE

DAY TWO

DAY THREE

DAY FOUR

DAY FIVE

DAY SIX

DAY SEVEN

AFTER

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

din djarin masterlist ✨

[DRABBLES]

At Fault (1.7k words)

Common Mistake (1.8k)

Familiar & Unfamiliar (4.1k)

In a Perfect World, You Love Me (6.9k) // Perfect World pt. II (2.5k)

Language Barrier (1.0k words)

Lost in the Light (1.4k)

Ni Ceta, Cyar’ika (7.8k)

Not Like This (1.3k words) // Not You (2.3k words)

One Hundred and Fifty Seven (4.1k words)

That’s Not My Name (632 words)

din djarin x female!reader

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Playlist

summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

✨: signifies a ‘AFS’ deleted scene/drabble!

#01: Two Porgs, One Blaster

#02: Are You Trying to Say Bear?

#03: Marshal Daddy

#04: Mayfeld Didn’t Mean to Step on Him

✨#4.5: He is a Quick One✨

#05: Wife Material

#06: Trikar'la, Buir!

#07: Soran

✨#7.5: Like The Wizards✨

#08: You’re His Home

#09: Buir, Grogu, Ma

✨#9.5: Ma’s Got You✨

#10: Show Off

#11: You Didn’t

#12: Grogu, Grogu, Baby, It’s Okay

#13: The Danger Has Passed, Cyar’ika

#14: Am I Making You Quiver?

#15: Mando Looks Like He Knows How to Fuck

#16: I Don’t Want It to Be a Sin

#17: Close Your Eyes, Ner Kar’ta

#18: Talk About a Power Couple

#19: My Boys Needed Me

#20: Short Stick Bears His Wrath

din djarin x female!reader

UPDATES ON MONDAYS!

summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words ‘I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.

#01: Unstoppable Force Meets Immovable Object

#02: Falling For You

#03: Call it Fate, Destiny, Call it Luck

#04: Cool Motive, Still Murder

[SEVEN DAYS]

Cowboy!Din Djarin x Female!Reader

UPDATES EVERY OTHER SATURDAY/SUNDAY!

Summary: The Mandalorian, a morally gray and hardened bounty hunter, makes a decision that alters the course of his fate and yours. As your two very different worlds collide, you learn the Mandalorian is more than his reputation has led you to believe, and you have only seven days to decide if saving his life would be worth destroying your own.

DAY ONE

DAY TWO

DAY THREE

DAY FOUR

DAY FIVE

DAY SIX

DAY SEVEN

AFTER

[jake-g-lockley]

Main Masterlist | jake-g-lockley

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Last update: 23rd April 2023

Marvel

Moon Knight Masterlist

Marc Spector Masterlist

Steven Grant Masterlist

Jake Lockley Masterlist

Star Wars

Poe Dameron Masterlist

The Mandalorian Masterlist

Triple Frontier

Santiago “Pope” Garcia Masterlist

Frankie “Catfish” Morales Masterlist

Others

Javier Peña Masterlist

Joel Miller Masterlist

Series:

The Light of My Knight | Moon Knight x Desi!reader | Ongoing

Tale of The Crescent Moon | Jake Lockley x Desi!oc | Mini Series

Reading Playlists:

The Library Playlist | Moon Boys x reader

[kaylasficrecs]

poe dameron rec masterlist

you'll never keep him | one shot, angst | @bensolosbluesaber (one of my favorites, but pls heed warnings)

safe with you | one shot, flangst | @storyarcscribe

hope | imagine, flangst | @im-poe-dameron

something forgotten | one shot, flangst | @bensolosbluesaber

the commander & the star | imagine, flangst (but more fluff) | @phantomspiderr

steady | imagine, flangst | @crestfallen-dameron

sometimes you love someone... | imagine, flangst | @softlyspector

say it again | one shot, flangst, hint of smut | @oscarseyebrow

tucking the sheets around them | drabble, fluff | @userpoe

the pink and blue ribbon | one shot, flangst | @the-little-ewok

the f-word | one shot, fluff | @the-little-ewok

nine | two shot, the wonderful trifecta (smut, fluff, angst) | @foxilayde

feeling you | one shot, flangst | @multifandomsw

in the stars | imagine, flangst | @bensolosbluesaber

i didn't mean to love you so much | one shot, flangst | @d0wnb4df0rf1cm3n

dress | imagine, flangst | @starryevermore (this one hit a little close to home)

get well soon | imagine, soft fluff | @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

risk it all for you | one shot, another trifecta people | @flightlessangelwings

invisible string | one shot, fluff | @campingwiththecharmings

content affection | imagine, fluff | @softlyspector

home | imagine, fluff, au | @never--doubt

golden age | imagine, fluff | @ichorai

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