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THE MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE -
-> THUNDERBOLTS*
Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova*, John Walker, Bob*
-> AVENGERS
Tony Stark, Steve Rogers
-> AGENT CARTER
Howard Stark
-> X-MEN
Logan Howlett, Erik Lensherr, Charles Xavier, Gambit
-> FANTASIC FOUR
Reed Richards
THE LAST OF US -
Joel Miller
FORMULA ONE -
Charles Leclerc*, Lando Norris*
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What I do not write
I will NOT write Incest, Abuse, Pedophilia, etc. Everyone I write smut for will be 18+.
Important Note: I will be putting asterisks next to those who I will NOT write smut for and (?) for those I may write smut for. If you wish to request smut, please put it in the ask/request. I will not know if you don’t tell me. I also tend to write xF!Reader or in chapter fics xF!OC unless requested or I feel comfortable enough.
a/n: So, last night (at the time of drafting this) I had a dream about The Maker creating Doom. This fanfic has nothing to do with the fact that Reed is the Maker or that he devolves into the Maker.. At least not yet. I was originally going to make a series with this being part one but after reading it over I said "fuck it" and now I'm writing from a year after they get their powers.
P.S: This is the first time I am writing any of the Fantastic Four so I decided to throw them all in. I apologize in advance if they are not accurate but please enjoy. ALSO! This is not a specified Reed Richards. I have no idea but I did the same with Johnny and Ben. ALSO THERE WAS NO PROOF READING
Warnings: Multiple uses of Y/N, She / Her pronouns, Y/N is female because this is a near shameless self-insert, Johnny being a brotherly teasing menace to reader, Sue doesn't exist 🤷 sorry not sorry (I love her don't @ me), Mention of Reed having ran experiments on reader's DNA / blood, Johnny suggesting that reader and Reed like one another, the era is the 1960s, Power revelations, Y/N being a "subject" of science for said power revelations. I PROBABLY MISSED SOME..
Pairing: Reed Richards + Fantastic Four x F!Reader
Word Count: 3.1K
It was another typical day in the Baxter building. The building where the most atypical family of the 1960’s lived. You all already know the story; A trip to space forever changed these four heroes. Reed Richards has been immortalized as Mr. Fantastic, Johnny Storm as Human Torch, Ben Grimm as The Thing, and Y/N.. Not many people were entirely aware of what she did. She managed to stay quiet and under wraps. Yet, the Fantastic Four were much more unaware of everything she managed to do.
Reed, as always, approached the new information as an experiment. What, Why, and How did her molecular structure change over time? He had reviewed her DNA at least three times after the initial group test unbeknownst to the rest of the family. He just had to be sure and maybe studying her blood was the least of his problems but he just had to be sure. Ben treated her as family alongside Johnny, yet the two of them were cousins. She came to live with Johnny when she was younger due to “parental problems” (divorce was not a common term in the 1960s). From then on Johnny adopted her as a sister and she was all too familiar with the annoying, hotheaded, younger brother Johnny was.
Among a typical morning in the Baxter Building, Reed was a thousand miles away and his brain was working at .5th of a second. He could only spout off what he was becoming aware of and forever thanked his ability to stretch and mold his body to allow for a straighter train of thought. Y/N worked on getting up as H.E.R.B.I.E made his rounds waking up the rest of the team. Johnny and Ben were immediately told to not race to the kitchen. The last time they decided to have an indoor race Johnny left a burn streak in the Baxter Building. The Fantastic Four were safe enough to say he did not burn down the building.
“OH COME ON!” Johnny’s familiar voice shouted throughout the building at H.E.R.B.I.E’s warning.
“It was one time.” Immediately followed Johnny’s original comment with an apology coming from Ben on Johnny's behalf. H.E.R.B.I.E accepted the apology with a comment of knowing how Mr. Storm could be. The house members told H.E.R.B.I.E not to refer to them as Sir. or Miss. or Mr. but apparently it did not matter. He would just keep on saying it despite himself. Y/N finally made her way to the kitchen when she was relatively decent enough. Johnny could not help but get the day's teasing started.
“Sleep much last night?” He asked with a smirk as he took a plate from the kitchen of the food that was prepared. The only female in the Fantastic Four almost smacked her cousin for the comment. It was a thinly veiled fact that she once got into trouble with her ex-boyfriend in the Baxter Building who later became like Doom.. definitely, questionable taste. Johnny could not help but tease her almost every morning where she especially looked exhausted. Y/N put her plate down and began attempting to chase Johnny around the island.
“Hey! HEY! It’s not my fault you got caught by Reed!” Johnny began laughing as he tried to avoid his cousin trying to slap his shoulder. The laughing and occasional screaming could be heard throughout the Baxter Building. When Johnny thought he was safe he turned around and pretended to make out with the air. Which was quickly followed by more screaming as Y/N tried to swat at him. The memories of that time were not great, given that within the same week the Fantastic Four were staring at her ex on the other side of the street. Reed, unaware of how awkward the situation already was, said something similar to "Is that not your boyfriend?”
“Come back here, Johnny!” Y/N grabbed onto the island to try and figure out which side Johnny would be running off to.
“Okay.” Johnny shrugged before snapping his fingers to produce a flame. Y/N backed up and put her hands up. Part of this action was from not wanting to be burned but the other part quickly made himself known.
“Please tell me you are not trying to burn down the Baxter Building.. Again.” Reed spoke as he made his appearance upstairs. He looked around to see that the food had already been served, Ben started on his food but quickly got distracted by how quickly things went downhill. The other two had not touched their food and no doubt pulled into the typical morning chaos.
“Good morning, Reed.” Y/N spoke, noting that Johnny dosed his flame and turned to Reed. He simply nodded in acknowledgement of the leader's presence. Johnny never cared much for authority or acting on logical thoughts. In other words, Johnny was the total opposite of Reed which caused them to clash one too many times.
“Mornin’ Reed.” Ben spoke up before chuckling at the fact that Y/N finally, yet playfully, hit Johnny on the shoulder for his previous actions. Johnny feigned being hurt and rubbed his shoulder before secretly elbowing Y/N. Johnny knew something he shouldn’t have but considering his personality that was most things he knew about the inner workings of the Fantastic Four.
“Don’t even, Johnny.” She warned as she took her seat and began eating her meal. Johnny opened his mouth to make fun of the fact that she was getting defensive for no reason and immediately shut it.
“I made a fascinating breakthrough.” Reed said knowing full well at least two of the Fantastic Four had half zoned out his ramblings about his very early morning. The fact that Reed was up at 3 am became an unspoken understanding.
“Let me guess you both didn’t get any sleep.” Johnny smirked before gently facepalming as his comment obviously went over Reed’s head, for the smartest man in the world, he sure was an idiot sometimes. Y/N let her foot slip and kick Johnny’s as she fully understood what he was getting at.
“I was up considerably earlier than I tend to be.” Johnny pretended to look dumbfounded before Reed clarified that he indeed did not get any sleep. Ben was tempted to explain the teasing to Reed but decided against it, the fact he had no idea what they were talking about added to the humor from Johnny.
“I slept like a baby.” Y/N shrugged. She ran a hand through her hair while yawning. Maybe sleeping like a baby wasn’t the best definition of how she slept since a few unwelcome dreams slipped past her subconscious. Johnny turned to her and nodded sarcastically agreeing with her before turning back to Reed.
“Reed, please tell me you are not actually.. You cannot be that out of touch.” Johnny decided to be the one to poke the bear that is Reed’s analytical and logical side. There was some leanway since Reed did just come from the lab and served himself breakfast, at least none of them had to come bother him. The way Reed’s eyebrow cocked told Johnny all he needed to know before Johnny felt the impulse to raise his voice. Reed’s brain had to take a second too long to make the connection even though the other three would have called it record time. Reed simply nodded, not giving much attention to Johnny. As much as Reed would put his life on the line for the Fantastic Four there were certain things, with reason, he had a strong dislike in talking about.
“Anyways, I think I’ve begun to crack the surface of your powers.” Reed took a bite of his food and flashed a smile at Y/N. He was actively ignoring Johnny’s attempts to learn more about the private parts of Reed’s life. Ben had to keep Johnny from his continuous questioning and annoyance. Reed had nearly choked on his food when Johnny so openly asked more directed questions.
“Really?” Everyone, including Johnny, could hear the hope in her voice. Ben Grimm, The Thing, learned to love his powers but how can one learn to love powers that can actually kill them? Or at least assumed. The best place to really start unraveling why she was so excited would be the beginning. Not the “cosmic rays” and just before the whole “ex-boyfriend turned evil” situation.
The first time her powers manifested none of them were around her. Johnny was off getting into trouble, as per usual, Ben was being monitored, and Reed was in the closest lab trying to figure out what the effects of the cosmic rays were. Y/N had volunteered through Johnny for the space mission; what she wasn’t expecting was to be conscious and feeling singular then a moment later waking up in Reed’s lab. According to bystanders “the earth shook and suddenly a woman passed out in the middle of the road” the middle of the road is not the best place to pass out when you have no idea that powers are even a possibility. The worst part since that time was the fact that every time she tried to call upon her powers they would not manifest. Rather she would have to bring her energy to match an object while maintaining just enough energy to keep living. Her powers are an incredibly tricky ordeal which lead to Reed having the desire to study them. He wanted to help but then his intellectual curiosity got the best of him causing him to be almost fanatic in his discoveries.
Reed had begun learning very interesting things about her powers from the way they manifested in the forms of extreme empathy for just about everything. An emotional trail was picked up in his lab one time and his passion for work was evident. He tested her empathy on himself as well as other objects especially when it flared which helped act as a buffer from picking up on everything and a way to test the extent of her abilities. Typically, Reed would have her in the middle of whatever room they found themselves in, the lab on most occasions, and Reed would stretch to grab the first object off his workbench and hand it to her. There was definitely a lot of trial and error and the lab felt more like a hospital sometimes but Reed had the ability to ground her.
There were many times where things went sideways such as when she started breathing evenly, focusing on the object and eventually becoming aware of the object's mass, weight, density, the shape, the feel, the object's energy. These were the moments she would pass out. The object would rattle ever so slightly and then stop seconds before she passed out the first few times it seemed simply like telekinesis. The ability to move things with the mind but, and under some more heavy observation, she began matching the psychic energy that radiated off an object. Reed had been ecstatic at this observation. The ability to match the psychic energy of any object or force of nature in the form of empathy, manipulation, telekinesis, and others was an amazing power. The problem was how to control said power.
At the current moment Johnny was heading out of the Baxter Building with Ben after breakfast while Y/N followed Reed into his lab. Theories and evidence were the stepping stones to all good scientific breakthroughs, accumulating the evidence and testing said theories became the golden gate. Reed walked over to the table where his handwriting was scrawled across multiple papers and noticeable on the chalkboard. His desk was cluttered and a vial of blood was shut tight but laying near his microscope. Reed tried to be organized, typically, but the lack of sleep and the drive to have his breakthrough created the leftover clutter. When he was not in the middle of working himself to death, he could clean up at least a little bit. Yet, you know what they say about a scientist. His lab is his toyhouse and the experiments were the position of which he left his toys. In other words, a scientist's lab is extremely personal. Thoughts bare for the mind to take into consideration, the possibility of having work stolen, being proven wrong. All things Reed had dealt with at one point or another though, Y/N seemed the only one interested enough to hear him ramble on about statistics and probability or big words that make minimal sense to most people.
“You can sit.” Reed pulled out the chair beside him without looking. He was hunched over his previous notes and anyone could see how he switched between family time and science, emotional and logical. Once Y/N sat next to him he turned to face her.
“Last time we were in here I realized that your powers are derivative from a form of psychic energy and empathy. Which is incredibly helpful if you can learn how to properly control them. I was taking a look at the vial of your blood I have on file.”
“You have a vial of my blood in your lab?”
“You consented. Now, I was overlooking your DNA structure and it dawned on me to test how the molecules interacted near various objects. I placed my pen nearby, hovered it near the slide and nothing made itself apparent on the surface. I naturally dug a bit deeper and.. Well, look for yourself.” Reed motioned to the microscope. Y/N almost eagerly looked into the microscope. She moved her hair to the side so the blood sample would not be messed with.
“Just watch.” Reed took the pen from the lab coat that he had hung over the back of his chair. He placed it right against the microscope and there was a very slight vibration. She was already hooked on to what Reed concluded this to mean and smiled before pulling back from the microscope to speak.
“That isn’t even the coolest part.” Reed spoke before Y/N put her eyes back to the lenses and Reed moved the tip of the pen to the corner of the slide just in view of the microscope. The way Y/N’s DNA molecules moved toward the object at a lightning fast pace. It was no wonder why she was fainting.
“Don’t tell me I have the power of transformation.” She spoke as she removed herself from the microscope once again. She watched Reed as he put back the pen in his lab coat and smirked at the genuine yet playful question.
“No, more like a magnet. Everything in you, quite literally, wants that object. You don’t just connect with an object psychically, emotionally, or physically. You transpire to be that object and for a moment you are, energetically that is. I have a theory that I would like to test if you will let me?”
“What is it, Reed?” She questioned. He had already blown her mind with the discovery, what else he could possibly want her to recognize.
“Here, sit down and close your eyes.” Y/N sat back down in the chair and looked at Reed curiously before complying with his request.
“Take a deep breath, allow your mind to settle on the object I will be placing in your hand.” Reed spoke gently before taking a different pen that he barely used from his desk. He placed the pen in her hand and went over the ritual. He had found the best way to still her mind and cause her to focus on what she could. Reed almost offered a guided meditation of sorts to Y/N, it was a little awkward at first as always but quickly became like second nature.
“When you feel the pen start to twitch I want you to imagine yourself as the object. You don’t physically have to feel like the pen but be the pen.” With the many things Reed and the Fantastic Four have been through, the words left Reed’s mouth more inquisitively than he had intended. With a little bit of practice Y/N took a deep breath and pushed the boundaries of what made her comfortable. She focused on the makeup of the pen more intensely, the properties, the weight. She focused on what she knew before taking another deep breath. She was fearful Reed’s theory was not going to work, that she would pass out again. Yet his previous words rang out clear. She was the imposing energy controlling the pen, she was emotionally listening to it, she became the pen as it began to rattle and writhe. The pen stopped for a moment as a smile appeared on Y/N’s face and a small whisper of “found you” escaped her lips. The pen started rising from her hand and other objects she had thought about rose slightly before falling back down.
“That’s it!” Reed exclaimed like he was a child obtaining his first chemistry set. The pen came to life at the noise and jostled against the air on the way to observe Reed. The sensation was difficult to explain. Y/N was much more than just controlling the pen with her mind, she was living through the energies surrounding and making up the pen. She took another deep breath and felt something running to her throat. Iron in taste. The connection she held to the pen was quickly severed as soon as she came back to her body. She was aware of the blood flowing through her, the density of her bones, an ache in her nose which when she went to wipe showed blood. She became lightheaded and saw stars for a split second before she passed out in the chair. Reed was both brimming with excitement that his experiment had served as the breakthrough they both needed to understand her powers but he was almost immediately snapped out from his excitement. When her body leaned sideways Reed elongated his arm to catch her. His hand carefully ensured she had not choked on the blood from her nose.
A few moments later after Reed documented the newest discovery, he brought her to her room to let her sleep off the overexertion. None of the Fantastic Fours powers were human; Reed could stretch and elongate his body, Ben became The Thing which was a rocklike humanoid, and Johnny would light himself on fire at will. Yet, all the powers stayed within their current plane. Y/N’s was the only one that was truly cosmic, her powers transcended the materialistic, and Reed was sure they only scratched the surface of what she was capable of. Yet, instead of being in his lab tinkering away or thinking, he was in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water and returning to Y/N’s room.
John Walker was neglected as a child and I stand by that. He constantly craves validation, praise, and reassurance while not being able to handle his emotions at all if he's rejected or if he's not liked. The military obviously preys on that kind of shit. Anyway John Walker is a little boy who never got a hug from his parents unless he won a trophy and I like to think the thunderbolts are helping him heal that small child within him because they love him no matter what.
Okay, so even though this blog is small I'm going to say that I have two other work in progresses to longer series. One of which is a Thunderbolts!Reader and the other is (Agent Carter) Howard Stark x Reader. I have my last final tomorrow so I will have more time to focus on those!
a/n: This is my first time writing for John Walker.. I remember back when TFATWS came out I hated this man and after seeing Tunderbolts* twice and reading some amazing work by others on here, I am writing him myself. I don't know how accurate my writing will be to his character but please enjoy.
Warnings: 18+, Slight Spoilers to Thunderbolts*, Established Relationship, Slight Domestic John, Slight Mention of Alexi and The Team, Alcohol Mentions and Consumption, Talk And Descriptions Of Creepy Male Friend, Nonconsensual Ass Touching, Sprinkled in John Hate, Mentions of John's Past, Avoided Argument, Angst If You Squint, PLOT, Smut, Unprotected, Oral (F and M Receiving), Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Slight Fingering, Slight Handjob, John Walker's (canonical) Praise Kink, Smut with Feelings, Implied PiV, I PROBABLY MISSED SOME..
Pairing: John Walker (US Agent) x F!Reader
Word Count: 3.3K
“You know, he’s only inviting you because he doesn’t know you’re inviting me.” John had always been weary of this friend of yours, you simply thought the US Agent was jealous. You knew he was a ticking time bomb half the time especially since joining the Thunderbolts which came before you figured out he was the man you wanted. When the realization dawned on you it was incredibly stupid. John was spouting off about his weapons and military service while Ghost and Yelena nodded and pretended to listen. Out of the blue you called the man a fucking idiot. “You’re a fucking idiot, John.” It was also the first time you used his first name in any context. He had to process the fact you called him an idiot over something he knew like the back of his hand and then immediately after the fact you used his name. He could tell that there was a tinge of something in your voice that made the comment less of a crude comment than he originally thought.
“You are paranoid.” You spoke softly and chuckled as you looked over at John who was lacing up his shoes. The outing was a simple bar night with your friends and Eli. It wasn’t something that went over your head when Eli’s gaze lingered a bit too long, or when he stood closer to you for a split second longer than he should have. The thought sent an uneasy shiver down your spine, nonetheless he was a nice friend and scared shitless of John. Partly due to John’s reputation but most people other than Alexi and soon the team were unaware of the relationship you held with the Dime Store Captain America. How Alexi found out you and John would rather forget then remember. A brief summary was an unlocked door, compromising positions, and Alexi misunderstanding boundaries for a moment.
“Alright.” John simply shrugged off your comment about him being paranoid. He didn’t want to be seen as overly protective even though that was exactly what he was. He didn’t even try to hide it sometimes but he still tried to deny the claims. His pride and ego would not let him say a single word on the topic. However, it was not just you who noticed Eli’s closeness. The man you told multiple times that the two of you were just friends and Eli just “accepted it”. John ticked his head to the side, a mannerism he picked up as a way to keep his anger at bay. Due to his time in the trenches this mannerism also quickly meant John was getting ready for a fight. John quickly stood as soon as his shoes were tied. Luckily, he was out of his typical attire: the spandex, armour, and tactical pants. The team practically lived in their uniforms and John took a bit more pride in his, even though he felt unworthy which he had opened up to you about after a long time of arguing.
“What does it take to get a super soldier drunk?” You ask as you notice the 6 '1 super soldier approach you from behind. Your eyes keep trained to the mirror as you're still picking out what shirt to wear. The difference between a shortsleeve with a V neck or a shortsleeve that almost looked like one of John’s that accidently shrunk in the wash. One was black and the other was a dark grey both nondescript due to the controversies behind being a superhuman, a hero, which still did not sit right in your brain.
“I can’t.” John spoke quietly as he stole a glance over your bare back before looking back in the mirror and over your shoulder. He mumbled his preference into your ear and you had to lightly shove him off you. You knew that rumbling voice of his would get you both into trouble again. John took the hint and stepped back with a shy smile that barely creased his lips. You knew he was dreading this meet up with other people, especially with how most people still looked at him. Much less your friends, much less Eli. John audibly rolled his eyes at the memory of having somewhere to be just as you finished pulling your shirt over your head.
“You’re sure we can’t just stay here?”
“And wait for Bucky to assign us another mission? I would rather go to the club and drink.” John looked at your eyes through the mirror and understood that there was no room for compromise, after all he did invite himself to this outing. John let out an audible groan which gained a glare from you and he immediately shut up.
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When the two of you arrived at the bar you were immediately greeted by your group of friends. Eli was one of them and John tried to keep close to you despite seeing the questionable glances. He couldn’t blame your friends for being weary. You were quickly situated with John at the counter and even quicker you were turning your attention to your friends. He knew he invited himself along but the ignorance stung a bit.
John kept his eyes on you from across the bar, he was sipping on your drink that you gave to him because you “didn’t want to get too drunk” and John would have appreciated the sentiment more had Eli not been as close as he was to you. John was like a militant ready to shoot if anything went wrong. His mind was more occupied with Eli and you than it was with the fact he was currently sitting alone, he wasn’t sociable enough for your friends, or rather they still saw him as a killer. The only reason he had heard from you, that your friends even liked the Thunderbolts was because you were in the group.
John was about to take another sip of the smooth drink, still impressed that you knew how to keep your liquor, before he reacted. It was three strides and he stuffed himself in the middle of you and your friend Eli. He must have seen something before you did but the feeling wasn’t too far from as soon as John spoke. Eli’s hand had gone to your ass for some reason and immediately you jolted away as if you had been stung by a lit cigarette.
“She’s spoken for.” Was the brutally cold knife that cut through the silent air.
“By you, The Drug Store Captain America?” The tone of voice that left Eli’s mouth was more than accusatory. It was disbelief and pity, god John hated pity. John’s head ticked to the side once again before he had to remind himself not to cause a scene here. The anger bubbling under his skin was making his reminder a difficult thing to follow. He wasn’t going to lose you too.
“Yes and I suggest you don’t fucking touch her.” John was now in the man’s face. The anger he felt thinly veiled under his skin. John’s words came out more as a promised threat than a warning as he had intended. Though Eli’s drunken next words were what broke the camel's back for John.
“Or what? You’ll kill me? I don’t think she would like that very much.” You quickly reached for John’s chest both knowing that the comment was underserved and that he would be ready to fight. You simply tried to keep the super soldier away from Eli and John let you. He could have used his strength to walk into your hand and move you with him but he let you ground him. The reaction he was about to make was quickly silenced by your next words.
“John? Drop it. Enough damage has been done.” You looked up at him and noticed the look in his eyes. Your wording could have been better but you were also still in shock that Eli would try something like that. As soon as you realized John was distracted for a moment you took his hand and led him out of the bar. When the two of you were outside he went cold and took his hand back. Enough damage has been done, yeah..
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“Enough damage?” John’s voice sounds of disbelief when the two of you entered the tower alone or at least from what the two of you gathered. That’s why he had been so cold when you tried to apologize on the way back for not heeding his earlier warning about Eli for telling him enough damage though you were quick to correct yourself. You blanked on how John would have reacted when all he was doing was trying to protect you. He wasn't a good guy but he was trying.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” You quickly interjected. You looked around the living space of the tower before looking back at John with a genuine look on your face which John noticed but he was already in his head.
“No? Then how did you mean it?” John steps up to her as if he was only half man and the other side was pure testosterone and super soldier serum. With a man like Steve Rogers the serum was accentuated with the personality traits of what made him Captain America and with a man like Walker his anger tended to be accentuated as well as his ability to be his own critic. There was never going to be another Captain America and the Government should have waited for Sam to take the shield because each time you argued with Walker he was a volcano festering yet ready to explode.
“I meant him. He ruined our friendship, John. That was the last straw.” You tried to remain civil and not raise your voice knowing an argument would fester. Now, John felt like a fool. He let his anger get a hold of him and snapped at the one person who he could trust. His ego wounded and his pride in the gutter. He was starting something out of nothing and he quickly took a step back, silently apologising. John nodded gently and looked over at you. He went from a steaming bull to a puppy who had just been scolded. You rolled your eyes teasingly and softly smiled over at him. Your smile was always contagious but it had not worked this time. John caught himself up in self-sabotaging and the desire to be more than he was.
“You did good.” You spoke gently before stepping forward to John. You noticed him puffing his chest out slightly as if he was preening at the compliment. He did pretty well.You chuckled before leaning over and whispering in his ear;
The only person allowed to touch me like that is you and a soft noise became trapped in John’s throat partly due to surprise at the comment you made.
“Damn right, I am.” The husk John’s tone took on was a welcome sound. Part of him wanted to remind you who exactly you belonged to while the other part was still fuming at the encounter at the bar. He had tried to warn you but he also did not want to come off as controlling. You pressed your lips against his Adam's Apple and another sound found itself lost within his throat. Neither of you were entirely sure how the progression happened but the both of you were standing in the kitchen John’s lips were on yours kissing like a man starved. He only pulled back to pull your shirt over your head and help you with his shirt. His hand quickly found your exposed thigh as he pressed you further against the hanging cabinet. He slotted himself between your legs yet he didn’t fully press against you. He looked up from where the skin of his hand was against yours and the space between the both of you.
“It’s okay.” You said as soon as you saw the look in his eyes. The haste need was momentarily tossed aside by reverence and the question of consent before he even opened his mouth. When he heard your words he removed the hand on your thigh and dropped to his knees. You were expecting him to tease you, to be needy and take, instead he threw you a curveball. Warforged fingers quickly slide down your panties, his eyes remaining on yours. His blue irises softened as he worked your panties off your ankles. His touch was possessive, enticing a fire to your skin. He took one last glance between the both of you and your face. The needy and anticipating look on your face forced a reaction from the hardness tenting in his jeans.
“Good boy.” Another small noise became trapped in his throat when you murmured the two words and scooted closer to the edge of the counter. Both of his hands went to the curves of your waist keeping you trapped against him with his inhuman strength, without another word he began. One of his hands kept your skirt hiked up as he licked a stripe against your cunt. When you moaned his name he let his tongue have a mind of its own. Within a matter of moments your hand was in his blonde hair and your legs tense over his shoulders. He was eating you out like a man starved, as if one moment all of this could go away and he would wake up alone. The need to please was higher than the twitch of his tented cock he groaned into your cunt. The taste, the sounds you made, the way his body reacted to how he was making you feel, the praise falling from your lips.
“Christ..” He took a moment to breathe. The breath of his words hot against your center before he continued. He got off on the cry of his name on your lips, he chuckled gently at just how sweet the sound was. The muscles in his shoulders taut as he tries to keep you from writhing too much. The both of you had to admit this was hot, even the cocksure part of John was incredibly proud to be on his knees.
“J-John!!” He simply hummed into your cunt as he knew what you were trying to express. You were close and he could tell as his teeth gently grazed over your clit. He brought his fingers into play as his tongue focused on your clit. Pumping his middle finger in and out, curling to meet your g-spot, a second finger irresistibly found your center and as soon as he felt you cumming on his fingers he pulled them away and lapped up what he could. He rode you through your orgasm before feeling you pull back on his hair.
“Can’t help it, you taste amazing.” He spoke with a cocky yet affectionate smirk. He pulled back and slowly got to his feet trying to look for your shirts in hopes that the rest of the team wouldn’t find them before you two did. Although, when you slid off the counter and went to your knees John’s search was quickly forgotten.
“It looks painful.” That was a sight.. You on your knees for him, thighs still clenched together. His mind buffered for a moment. Sure, there were times you had him finish in your mouth but the sight. Who in their right mind would refuse you. In a way he couldn’t blame Eli for wanting a shot with you but John was over the moon that at the end of the you choose him. It spoke more than the praise you gave him sometimes. He shook his head in hopes to find a response other than gripping the counter. If he pulled the counter would come loose with ease. Painful was an underestimate.
“He’s always like this when it comes to you.” John’s ability to protest the move to the bedroom or out of the openness of the kitchen was quickly thrown out of the window as soon as your hands worked to free him from his confines. He simply watched as you took care of him, his hips jolting forward at the soft and simple jerk. You knew his ticking points and just how long until you could leave him a goddamn mess. He wasn’t often an advocate for oral from you since he thought he was unworthy but the way you had your thumb brushing over his tip smearing his precum. His bicep flexed as he white-knuckled the counter. He tried to let you take your time, tease him, but his restraint was a ticking time bomb that sped up with every furthering touch.
“You’re so handsome, John.” He had half a mind to grab your jaw and open it, tell you to open wide and take him already. He was playing the fools game and treating you despite what he wanted. When you licked his tip slowly and teasing all that left his mouth was a guttural groan. His mouth remained open and his eyes screwed shut as short, quick bursts of air left his lungs. That egged you on just enough. Your first attempt to take him all the way down was met with a gag and an immediate deep groan from John. When coming up bob your head to set a rhythm before going again and again until you finally take him deep enough. When you do manage to take all of him his hand is immediately in your hair.
“Stop teasing.” You bobbed your way up his length and took his words as a challenge.
“Or what?” Your voice was already taking on a hoarse tone. John took on the challenge and chuckled looking down at you with lust blown and darkened irises.
“I won’t be able to play Mr. Nice Guy much longer.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes amusedly. You knew he was lost to lust but his words were somewhat funny yet you also knew better than to get him to that point or his super soldier stamina would be the reason you saw stars until the early morning. You finally gave in and worked him with your mouth. What you didn’t fit was worked in your hand.
It only took a matter of seconds before John’s hand was in your hair again but this time he was guiding you and his hips were moving in tandem. This was what you wanted, him taking matters into his own hands while using your mouth. Not just had you said that when you pulled back again your actions more than proved it. He was not going to say no but God was his guilt going to eat him alive. When he pulled back again you praised him knowing the falsities behind his cocky attitude. You could hear it in each praise he tried to give you. His voice was filled with groans and swears, stumbles of breath and the occasional reminder that this is what you wanted.
“FUCK!” Was groaned loudly alongside your name with one final push deep into your throat as he came undone. He rode himself through his orgasm and as soon as he pulled back he took a moment to come down and help you up. The kiss, initiated by you, was what sealed the fate of tonight. You pulled back first but Walker’s hands were on your waist.
“We should clean up..” Both of you could be saved the embarrassment of being asked about the cleanness of the counter. Walker made a mental note to take care of the messes as he was finished with you. He had you walking backwards with his lips on yours, the counter on which he had you finish and wiping off the floor if needed was lost to his mind.
Can you write a fic where reader and Joel and reader are walked in on while having sex? Thought about them being in an established relationship and she goes to visit him when he is working at the office at Tommy and Maria's. It's innocent enough at first, just wanting to hand him some coffee and make sure he's not overworking himself. A few kisses turn into a make out session and soon enough Joel's fucking her on his work desk lol. Stuff is pretty heated when Tommy walks in on them. His reaction is up to you, really, but I think he'd be mad at first, saying how he could be walking in with Benji and see that. But I think afterwards he would never let Joel live that down lol always teasing him and making dirty comments every time he cans
Caught in the act
Pairing: jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: A surprise visit to Joel’s office turns hot fast—until Tommy walks in.
Warnings: established relationship, explicit smut (+18), language, semi-public sex, softdom!Joel, unprotected sex, p in v sex, dirty talk, desperate Joel, breeding kink? (kinda), interruption, teasing, Joel being embarrassed, Tommy being a menace
The air outside is brisk enough to nip at your skin, but inside the small office, it’s warmer—familiar. A little too quiet, the kind of stillness that only comes when someone’s been stuck in their head too long. You don’t knock. Joel told you not to, more than once, said you never needed to announce yourself. And besides, you can already see him through the glass.
He’s seated at the desk, half-shadowed by the slats of late sunlight cutting through the blinds. Shoulders hunched, brow furrowed. A pencil rests in his hand, scribbling something over a worn notebook, while another stack of paperwork looms to the side. You can just make out the twitch of his jaw as he concentrates, the slow tension in his arm.
You hate seeing him like this. Stuck behind numbers, repairs, shifts, rotations—every little thing Jackson leans on him for. You know he’s proud to be useful here, to have a place. But when his name’s not on the rotation list, Joel finds a way to overfill the empty hours.
Your boots are soft against the floorboards as you walk in. He doesn’t notice at first, too absorbed in whatever notes he’s making. You step closer, then lean down and set the still-steaming cup of coffee near his elbow.
"Figured you could use this."
Joel’s head lifts slowly, pencil pausing mid-sentence. That line between his brows softens the second he sees you, like the weight of his thoughts sloughs off in a single glance.
"Well, look at you," he murmurs, lips tugging into a grin that’s lopsided and warm. "Ain’t you the prettiest damn thing I’ve seen all day."
You laugh quietly, nudging his arm. “You say that even when I bring you bad coffee.”
"This ain’t bad." He lifts the mug and takes a long sip, then hums low. “It’s you bringin’ it that makes it good.”
The compliment lands heavier than you expect, settling warm in your chest. His voice is scratchy—he’s been talking too little today, you can tell—and his eyes linger on you longer than they should for someone still technically on the clock.
“You been here long?” you ask, brushing a few stray papers aside to sit on the edge of his desk.
He leans back in the chair, nodding. “Since early. Got caught up in some generator schedules, then Tommy asked me to double-check the patrol rotation list again. Just wanted a quiet space to think.”
You raise a brow. “So naturally you buried yourself in half the town’s logistics.”
His grin returns, smaller this time. “Keeps me outta trouble.”
You hum, letting your fingers trail over the edge of the desk. “Well. I came to make sure you were still breathing. Coffee’s step one.”
His gaze drops, flicks from your lips to your thighs, then slowly back up again.
"And what’s step two, sweetheart?"
Your breath catches slightly. There’s heat behind those words, slow and steady, the kind that creeps up on you until you’re already burning.
“I guess that depends on what you need,” you say softly, reaching out to smooth a hand over his shoulder. “You’ve been in here so long, figured you might be getting a little…tense.”
His smile fades into something darker, quieter. His hand comes up, fingers brushing the outside of your knee, dragging slowly upward until he reaches the bare skin where your skirt hitches slightly.
“I’m always tense, darlin’. And you know exactly how to make it worse.”
Your breath hitches again.
Joel pushes back the chair just enough to part your knees, sliding himself between them until your thighs bracket his hips. His hands are warm and rough on your legs, thumbs stroking absently against the soft skin there. The room suddenly feels smaller, the afternoon light slanting over the desk and catching in the flecks of grey in his hair, the sharp line of his jaw, the way his eyes don’t leave yours.
“You wear this skirt for me?” he murmurs.
Your lips part, heartbeat fluttering.
He smirks faintly. “Yeah. I know you did.”
His fingers dig in slightly, tugging your hips forward so you have no choice but to lean into him, your chest brushing his. He tilts his head, nose brushing yours, lips barely grazing yours as he speaks.
“You walk in here all sweet, bringin’ me coffee, sittin’ on my desk like a little temptation…and now you expect me to keep workin’?”
You feel his breath on your mouth, the way his voice rumbles low in his chest.
“Joel…”
“Mm?” His hand glides higher, underneath the hem of your skirt, fingers teasing over the soft lace of your panties.
"You gonna tell me you didn’t come here hopin’ for this?"
You can’t answer. Not when his thumb strokes slowly between your thighs, not when his other hand cradles the back of your neck and pulls your mouth to his. The kiss starts slow, but it doesn’t stay that way. It turns hungry. Desperate. His mouth opens against yours, tongue sliding deep as you clutch the fabric of his flannel shirt in both hands.
He groans into the kiss. “You got no idea what you do to me.”
You gasp as he pulls back just enough to flip you around and push you gently down against the desk, your palms bracing against the wood.
“Joel—” you start, breath catching.
“I got you, baby,” he murmurs. “Gonna make you feel good. Right here. Just like this.”
He pushes your skirt up over your hips, and you hear the soft metallic sound of his belt unbuckling, the low rasp of a zipper. Then his hand smooths over your ass and squeezes, rough and firm.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, voice almost reverent while pulling the lace aside. “Look at this fuckin’ view. Bent over my desk. You know how crazy you make me?”
Your lips part, the heat between your thighs pulsing with anticipation.
He leans over your back, mouth brushing your ear. “You stay quiet now. Wouldn’t wanna get caught…”
His hips press forward in one long, hungry stroke, and your body opens for him like it was made to. You feel the slow drag of him, thick and perfect, and your hands brace against the desk as you exhale a moan that’s half relief, half disbelief at just how good he feels.
Joel groans low behind you, voice all gravel and heat. “Jesus Christ, baby…”
He sinks deeper, hips flush with your ass, one large hand steady on your lower back. The other slides up your spine, palm spreading wide between your shoulder blades, grounding you there. Holding you still. His.
“Been thinkin’ about this all fuckin’ day,” he murmurs, mouth brushing the shell of your ear. “You—bent over my desk, beggin’ for it.”
“I wasn’t begging,” you whisper, breathless.
“Not yet,” he mutters, pulling out slowly—too slowly—then slamming back in, hard enough to jolt your hips against the edge of the desk.
You gasp, nails scraping the wood.
“There it is,” he growls, hips snapping forward again. “That little sound you make when I get you deep.”
Your skirt’s bunched around your waist, his flannel shirt brushing your back with every thrust, the thick heat of his body pressing over you. Every movement drives his cock deeper, fills you more completely than should be possible.
And the sounds—God, the sounds—wet and rhythmic, the slap of skin on skin, the rough breaths against your ear, the low groan he lets out every time you clench around him.
“You feel that?” he pants. “Feel how soaked you are for me? Feel how deep I go?”
You nod against the desk, mouth parted, eyes rolling.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re squeezin’ me like you don’t want me to leave.” He fucks you harder, deeper. “You want me to stay right there, huh? Stuff you full?”
“Joel,” you gasp, voice half-broken.
He slows just enough to grind in deep, hips circling with filthy precision. You sob out a moan, knees trembling.
“That’s it,” he whispers, lips against your neck. “Take it. Just like that. Take every goddamn inch.”
Your hands scramble for something to hold onto, anything, but he’s relentless. His hands slide under your blouse, cupping your breasts through the fabric. He pinches your nipples just hard enough to make you whimper.
“Thought I was gonna behave,” he mutters. “Thought I could keep my hands off you for five fuckin’ minutes.”
“You didn’t even last one.”
“’Cause you walked in here like a fuckin’ dream,” he snarls. “You know what you do to me, baby? You know how hard it is to stay good when you look at me with those fuckin’ eyes?”
His teeth graze your shoulder, and his pace quickens, hips pistoning into you with purpose. Each thrust is brutal, delicious, deep enough to knock every coherent thought from your head.
“I’m gonna ruin you,” he growls. “Right here. Right on this desk.”
“Joel,” you cry out again, eyes squeezed shut.
“Yeah, that’s right. Say my name, baby. Let the whole damn building know who’s fuckin’ you this good.”
You’re close. So close it hurts. Your thighs are shaking, body coiled tight, nerve endings screaming.
And Joel knows it.
“You’re gettin’ close, ain’t you?” he pants. “I can feel it. You gonna come for me?”
“Yes,” you gasp.
“You gonna come all over my cock while I fuck you in my office like some dirty little secret?”
Your head nods frantically. “Please—please—Joel—”
He growls again, slamming into you, every inch of him thick and hot and perfect. His hand leaves your breast to slide down between your thighs, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight, filthy circles.
“Let go for me,” he whispers. “Come for me, baby. Show me how good I fuck you.”
That’s all it takes.
You shatter around him, crying out into the crook of your elbow, body clenching so hard it pulls a strangled groan from his chest. He doesn’t stop—keeps fucking you through it, chasing his own high while your body trembles beneath him.
“Fuck, baby—fuck, I’m gonna—” His voice breaks. “Where do you want it? Tell me.”
You manage a breathless, “Inside.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ—”
Joel drives into you with a deep, guttural sound and spills into you, cock twitching as he presses in to the hilt. His hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, forehead pressed to your back, his body shaking with the force of it.
For a moment, the only sound is the both of you breathing—heavy, ragged, stunned.
You don’t move. You can’t.
Joel’s hands slide down your sides, gentler now. His lips press a kiss between your shoulder blades. “You okay, darlin’?”
You nod against the desk, body still quaking. “Holy shit, Joel.”
He laughs, low and wrecked, still buried deep inside you.
“Yeah,” he says. “Holy shit is right.”
You shift slightly, and he hisses as you tighten around him.
“Don’t move yet,” he murmurs. “Just—stay there a minute. Let me enjoy this.”
You smile, eyes closed. “This was not what I had in mind when I brought you coffee.”
He kisses your shoulder again. “Best coffee break of my life.”
——
Joel’s still inside you, breathing heavy against your back, hands soft now, skimming your waist with that same reverence he always shows when it’s just the two of you. He presses a slow kiss to your spine, murmuring something warm and low that you’re too blissed-out to register.
And then, the office door swings open with a clang.
You freeze.
Joel goes rigid behind you.
And Tommy’s voice—sharp, casual, too damn close—cuts into the air like a gunshot.
“Hey, Joel, you seen the new—”
He stops.
The silence is deafening.
Your face flames hotter than the summer sun outside Jackson. You’re still bent over Joel’s desk, skirt hitched up around your hips, his body pressed flush behind you, still inside you.
Joel’s hand flies to your waist, yanking you up as fast as he can manage without slipping out. You let out a startled gasp as he drags you back against his chest, his other arm grabbing for a half-folded blanket on the back of his chair and yanking it around you both.
Tommy, eyes wide and mouth already twisting, takes a full two seconds before he spins away, palm up like he can block out the memory.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Joel!”
You bury your face in your hands, body still shaking—but not from the orgasm anymore.
Joel lets out a grunt that sounds somewhere between panic and misery. He’s still hard inside you, still holding you as if that will somehow hide what Tommy has very, very clearly seen.
You can hear the shuffle of Tommy’s boots as he turns again—just slightly, like he’s tempted to shout more but not quite brave enough to face what he just walked in on.
“Are you serious right now? In the damn office? You couldn’t wait till you got home like a normal person?”
Joel grits his teeth, voice tight with humiliation. “Tommy. Get the fuck out.”
“I am out!” he snaps, though he’s still somewhere in the doorway. “But Jesus, I coulda walked in with Benji. You think I wanna explain to my six-year-old why his uncle’s pants are around his fuckin’ ankles?!”
You peek over Joel’s shoulder, heart pounding in your chest. Tommy’s got his hand shielding his eyes, but his ears are beet red.
Joel lets out a breath like it’s the only thing keeping him from exploding. His voice is a warning growl now. “Close the door.”
Tommy huffs—muttering a string of curses as he finally slams the door shut.
The silence returns. This time, thick with mortification.
Joel lets his head fall against your shoulder, arms still tight around you.
“Goddamn,” he breathes.
You let out a slow, shaky breath. “That… wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“Darlin’, I swear—” Joel leans in, pressing his forehead to the side of your face. “I would’ve rather walked through a horde of clickers buck-naked than have my brother see my bare ass in the office.”
You can’t help it—you laugh. It bubbles out of you suddenly, helpless and wild, like the only possible reaction to something this deeply, painfully awkward.
Joel groans. “Don’t. Don’t you dare laugh.”
“You said clickers,” you giggle, gasping for air. “Oh my God. I’m never showing my face in that house again.”
He groans again, gently pulling out of you at last, guiding you toward the edge of the desk with careful hands. You fumble with your skirt while he tucks himself away with a speed born of pure panic.
“Think he saw—?” you start.
“He saw everything, sweetheart.”
You groan. “I want to die.”
Joel grabs a ragged tissue from his drawer and mutters, “Don’t worry. I’ll die first. He’s never gonna let this go.”
You’re both still fixing yourselves when Joel suddenly straightens, tense again. “Shit. Shit. I think he’s still out there.”
“Joel,” you whisper, wide-eyed. “Don’t open the—”
Too late. Joel pulls open the door.
And Tommy’s right there, arms crossed, a look on his face that says he’s ready.
“Enjoy your ‘paperwork’?” he says with a slow grin.
Joel slams the door again with a grunt, but Tommy’s voice keeps going, loud and unforgiving through the wood.
“I mean, I knew you were settlin’ into your role here, but damn, Joel. Didn’t know Jackson’s new project was breakin’ in the office furniture.”
Joel runs a hand over his face and groans. “I hate him.”
You snort again, biting your lip as you try to smooth your hair down.
“You know I have to tell Maria,” Tommy calls, practically laughing now. “She’ll want to steam clean the desk, probably with holy water.”
Joel groans so loud it echoes.
“Do not tell her,” he shouts back.
“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t tell her. I’ll just hint. ‘Course, she’s smart enough to put it together once she hears who was moanin’ loud enough to echo off the water tower.”
You slap a hand over your mouth to keep from howling.
“Go away, Tommy!” Joel yells, glaring at the door like he could will his brother out of existence.
“Can’t! Got work to do,” Tommy says, chipper now. “Just gimme five minutes to wipe your handprints off the edge of the desk—oh wait, I can’t, because you were balls deep in—”
Joel lunges for the door.
You catch his arm, laughing so hard you’re doubled over, tears in your eyes. “Joel. Joel. It’s not worth the jail time.”
He glares at the door. “He’s dead to me.”
Tommy’s already walking off down the hall, calling out one final jab as his voice fades: “You better Lysol everything!”
The silence settles once more.
You glance at Joel. His face is red, his jaw tight.
But his eyes flick to yours—and slowly, his expression shifts. A reluctant smile curves his mouth.
“You think this is funny?” he asks, stepping closer.
You shrug, still breathless. “A little.”
He grabs your waist, pulling you against him. “You know I’m never gonna live this down, right? Every damn council meeting, he’s gonna bring this up. Every cookout. Every time I sit at my own damn desk.”
“Guess we’ll have to find a new one to christen,” you whisper.
Joel groans again—but this time, there’s heat behind it. He kisses you once, slow and deep.
a/n: It's been a while since I have used Tumblr and this work originally was going to be smut and it turned into a way to plot a long fic if I wanted too.
Warnings: Plot, Fluff, Smut with heavy feelings, P in V, Unprotected... I'm pretty sure there are more so tread carefully. Use of Y/N because apparently writers don't do that anymore?
Parining: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
It was the first time in.. God, he couldn’t remember. It has been over 20 years and time was getting more difficult to tell, yet Joel only continued to get older. Currently, he had his head buried in the shoulder of the woman who laid beneath him. Jackson had become home a few months back after the tedious trip from Boston to Wyoming, Ellie was dating a girl named Dina, and Joel had found a woman of his own. She began traveling with him and Ellie after they arrived at Bill’s only to find nothing left. She made it to Jackson with them after a couple of close encounters and multiple injuries. She was teaching Ellie the things she needed to know when Joel was shot. They always made it back to him in one piece.
Yet, when push came to shove out on the open road. Joel always shoved. There were moments when (Y/N) would go ahead with Ellie and speak to her about things or help her with her aim after Joel showed off to them both. “Cheater” they both claimed. It was hard not to see them as a makeshift family especially when, despite how much he attempted to deny the claims, Joel was staring at her when she thought she wasn’t looking and (Y/N) did the exact same back and the two of them remained friends despite Ellie’s best efforts. Her best efforts were teasing the two adults “Joel, were you staring at her or were those Clickers?” she once asked bluntly, “It's obvious you two like each other.. There’s a building over there, go work it out.” and when those didn’t work she resorted to truth or dare games. Ellie took an interest in how oblivious the both of them seemed and constantly facepalmed in second hand embarrassment.
Arriving at Jackson changed everything. Joel was safe, Ellie was safe, and most importantly (Y/N) was safe, despite the occasional disagreements and arguments they were enough of a family as Tommy and Maria. It was only a few weeks ago that Joel’s barriers were finally broken by (Y/N), he finally let them down. Joel had a nightmare and when asked he couldn’t remember what it was about but he knew his brain enjoyed testing him, making him relive some of the lowest points of his life since the outbreak. Joel woke up panting and desperately needing something to ground him. Originally, he planned on using alcohol and drugs to numb the pain but the way (Y/N) woke up to the near nonexistent sound of Joel Miller sneaking was something that caught him by surprise. Instead of alcohol that night, he took comfort in her, albeit reluctantly and eventually unintentionally.
Now? He had his head buried in the crevice of (Y/N)’s shoulder and neck. His lips moving of their own accord as he mumbled swears between praises and soft noises while gently rocking his hips. His eyes were screwed shut as he was slightly overwhelmed by the sensations. He had lost count of just how many sensations he felt as holding on to his train of thought caused him to disconnect from the moment and disconnection meant missing every tiny noise (Y/N) made. Sex was a far from new concept to Joel but sex with someone he loved with every goddamn fiber of his being, someone who was safe enough to not have to constantly worry about if an infected or a FEDRA agent would kill them. For the first time in a long time he felt safe. He wasn’t living in chaos thanks to Jackson and Tommy for taking the three of them in. He could focus on fixing guitars, carving little sculptures out of wood, or the woman he would one day make his wife and his adopted daughter.
“God, Joel.” The hand in his hair tightened slightly and in turn he let out a groan as his teeth grazed her shoulder gently taking the skin between his teeth and giving it back just as easily. His pace picked up slightly at the sound of his name in such an intimate way as he kissed the area of skin.
“I love you.” He mumbled against her skin. The words were honest and from the heart despite the circumstances. (Y/N) processed for a moment. The three words she knew he felt but was unsure he was ever going to utter came out so simply.
“I love you too, Joel. I have for a while now.” That’s all he needed. The simple reassurance that she felt the same, that she thought the same. He pulled back not too long after looking down at her before pressing a soft kiss to the side of her jaw and then her lips.
“Don’t you need to finish?” She asked looking between them at just how taut he was. He looked up at her and chuckled through his nose softly.
“I did.” He assured her before getting off the couch and walking to their shared bedroom for a cloth then headed to the kitchen to wet the cloth and wipe her off. He placed a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh and pulled her on top of him to cuddle, quickly bringing the blanket down with her.
“I love you.” He spoke quietly, pressing a soft kiss to her head. His southern drawl was more obvious than usual.
“I love you too, Joel.” She spoke before closing her eyes as she listened to Joel’s raised yet steady and calm heartbeat. He was her safe place and more importantly, she was Joel’s.
