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Check out things I have written under the cut. Mind the warnings containing smut.
Coming Back to Him - angst/fluff drabble
Slow and Steady - Smut drabble (Coming soon)
Dance the Night Away- Fluff one-shot
His Second Chance- Fluff
Part 1
Part 2
A Pumpkin Surprise- Halloween 2025 Fluff one-shot
The Warmth that Burns- Angst one-shot
The Next Step- Fluff one-shot
Morning Lovin'- Fluff one-shot
Ghosts of a Past- 2nd chance, slow-burn series
Masterlist
Warm me up- Smut one-shot
Mornin' by the Fireplace- Smut one-shot
The Taste of Jealousy- Smut one-shot
Fluffmas 2025
Masterlist
Finding Hope in You- Angst, slow-burn series
Masterlist
'Till it Sticks -> Smut (Kink Writing Challenge)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Always Be Mine -> Fluff & Smut Valentine's Day 2026
So the last few days I've had an idea for a new Joel fic. I have a few ideas of a title, but can't decide between them. Please vote for which title you prefer below đ„°
What Title Should I Use?
New Beginnings
Reasons to Start Over
Promises That Once Were
Love Worth Fixing
What Grows From Goodbye
Results
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Summary:
You and Joel promised each other forever.
For years, you built a life together, raised Sarah, and loved each other through every high and low life threw your way. Until one day, love wasn't enough to fix the growing distance between you.
The divorce was supposed to be the end.
But after one too many drinks at Tommy's birthday party, one night of weakness and unresolved feelings leaves you with something neither of you expected.
Now, with a baby on the way and years of hurt standing between you, you and Joel must decide whether some endings are really endings at all.
(Will be an OC story, so the name is still being decided)
I have too much time, so I decided to do a "trailer" for Falling through centuries. I'd also like to say that I have no clue how to edit, so if this is catastrophic then I apologize.
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After taking a bit of a break from writing, I've begun working on Finding Hope in You & Ghosts of a Past again, along with a new Daryl fic that might be a fluff-to-smut. Enjoy the sneak peeks.
Nothing is proofread, so apologies for any mistakes
Ghosts of a Past Chapter Two: Firefly Business
You fall quiet because he has a point. You donât trust fireflies as far as you can throw them, but you do trust Marlene.
âI just donât want to have to save you when shit hits the fan.â
Your eyes dart to his quickly, arms crossing against your chest, âLetâs get something clear. First of all I donât need saving.â
âI know you donât-â
âDonât inturupt,â you retort, and he nods his head. âYouâre either in this or not. You pick, but either way, I donât need you.â
âI canât, V.â
You clench your jaw for a moment before nodding your head, hands dropping to your hips, âThen you can leave.â
Finding Hope in You Chapter Seven: On Borrowed Time
You almost forgot the sound of panic.
Real panic.
The kind that you can feel the fear radiating off of the people near you.
Being behind safe walls for five years - going by how old Emma is now - you forgot the desperate need for safety, food, warmth. All of it. But today⊠it brought all of it back to you.
Bells ringing, and these werenât a drill.
âMomma?â Emma asks, quickly making her way to your side, her arms wrapping around your waist.
âItâs okay,â you mutter, lifting her up onto your hip, an arm going around her back. Once secured, she tucks her head against your shoulder. You walk to the window and look out of the glass.
Slow and Steady -> Daryl fic
"What're these ones from?" You ask. You lift your head on your hand, elbow against the mattress, fingers lightly tracing along one of the scars on his chest.
Daryl isn't the type of guy to open up easily, you could tell that from a mile away. He's closed off with people he doesn't know and usually, he doesn't want to know them. That's how he was when he first got to Alexandria with his group.
Deanna made them go through that stupid interview to know them and what they used to be before the outbreak. You were in the house working with Deanna's husband Reg to come up with plans to improve the walls around the community when you came across Daryl.
"Can't tell ya," he mutters, one of his arms lifting to rest behind his head. "Shit happens, they appear."
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I came to a very low point in writing I think, and I really need y'all to decide what you would like to read next. There are a few things that I want to work on, but I just can't choose. Also, yeah, there are a lot of untitled ones.
What would you like to read next?
Untitled - Dieter Bravo x f!reader
Couple Trouble - Dave York x f!reader
Untitled - Harry Castillo x f!reader
Falling through centuries prologue - archeologist!Joel Miller x f!reader
Yours for the night - Javier Peña x f!reader x Marcus Acacius
Untitled - Din Djarin x f!reader
Untitled - Frankie Morales x partially mute!reader
Warnings/Content: MDNI, 18+. Dirty talk, oral (f recieving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of a toy (vibrator), unprotected piv (wrap it before you use it), fingering, doggy style, Joel the pussy muncher, p without much plot, aftercare. Let me know if I miss any.
Summary: After a few days of Joel working late with patrols, watch duty or contacting duties for Jackson's safety, comes with the price of not being able to spend as much time with you as he'd like. Since today is his day off, the two of you spent it being lazy, staying at home, ending with the perfect nighttime routine you had missed.
A/N: Thank you @finnthecat for your lovely request here. Apologies for this taking so long. I had major writer's block and took a small break from writing. I hope you enjoy. Special thank you to @cozymochaa for beta-reading this, love you đ„°đ
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Give Me Another
"Joel... c'mon," you whined, fingers tugging the strands of his hair where his head was between your legs.
He hummed against you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for him as he began to work his tongue against your clit in slow, deliberate circles.
Today was the first day in weeks that you and Joel were able to just relax and spend time together. The community had been busier than normal with the new improvements Tommy and Maria wanted put into the community, so because of being Tommyâs brother, Joel had been pulled in every direction.
"You taste so good," he murmured against you. "Like damn heaven between these legs." Your hips began to rock against his face, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything.
One of his hands released your thigh, and you felt his fingers probing at your entrance while his other hand slid up to your lower stomach, pressing down firmly to hold you still. âEasy, darlinâ,â he muttered, voice low and rough.
âYouâre gonna take what I give you. No more, no less.â Two of his thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, stretching you open. Joelâs mouth never left your clit â sucking, licking, flicking â while his fingers curled deep inside you, stroking that spongy spot that made your vision spark white and your back arch. He ate you like a man starved for his favorite meal, and to Joel, having you like this was one of his favorite things.
His beard scratched deliciously against your inner thighs, his tongue broad and flat one moment before turning pointed and relentlessly dragging through your folds.He groaned into you, hips grinding slowly against the mattress. âFuck⊠Joel,â you whined, thighs starting to shake around his head.
Your hips tried to grind closer to his mouth, but the hand on your stomach kept you pinned in place. âThatâs it, darlinâ,â he rasped against your core, his breath warm against your heated skin. âSqueezinâ my fingers so good. Greedy lilâ pussy. Give it to me, baby.â
Your orgasm crashed through you, thighs clamping around his head and fingers curling tight in his hair, pulling a deep groan from Joel. His tongue continued its relentless pace on your clit, drawing out your pleasure until you were twitching and whimpering from the overstimulation.
When you finally sagged back into the mattress, breaths heavy, Joel pulled back. His mouth and beard glistened with your slick. âGood girl,â he praised, kissing a wet trail from your core, up your stomach, before settling between your breasts. He slid a hand up your side and cupped the underside of one breast as his mouth covered the nipple.
He sucked gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak while his fingers teased the other. You were still trembling from the aftershocks when he finally lifted his head. âTurn over, baby. On your hands and knees for me. Ass up.â
His voice was low and rough with desire he couldnât hide. You obeyed on shaky limbs, settling into position as he knelt behind you. Joel ran his large hands over the curve of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively before spreading you open. âFuck, look at you,â he groaned. âJust drippinâ for me.â
He leaned over to the bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out the familiar vibrator. The low hum filled the room as he turned it on. âBeen thinkinâ âbout this since that night,â he said, voice dark. âYou fuckinâ yourself with it, moaninâ my name, wishinâ it was me.â
You hummed softly in response as he slid the vibrating head from your folds up to your clit, applying light pressure that drew a needy whine from your lips. âJoelââ you started, but he cut you off.âShhh, I got you, darlinâ.â He leaned over your back, his broad, warm chest pressing against you, and kissed your shoulder.
âGonna make you come so many times you forget your own name.â The fat, swollen head of his cock nudged at your entrance. Joel was big â thick, heavy, veined, with that slight upward curve that always hit everything just right. He rubbed it up and down your slit, coating every inch in your slick until it glistened. âGorgeous,â he muttered, then slowly pushed inside.
The wide head popped past your entrance with a wet sound, followed by the heavy, veined shaft that stretched you open. You moaned loudly into the mattress as he sank deeper, filling you completely until his hips were flush against your ass and his heavy balls rested against your clit.
âFuuuck,â Joel groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. âSo tight. This greedy little cunt is suckinâ me right in.â He stayed buried deep for a moment before he began thrusting â long, deep strokes that dragged his thick cock along every sensitive spot inside you.
The vibrator stayed pressed firmly to your clit on the lowest setting, the constant buzzing mixing with the wet slap of his hips against your ass.âThatâs it⊠take my cock,â he muttered, one hand gripping your hip hard while the other held the vibrator steady.
âOh my god,â you moaned, burying your face into the pillow, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. âCome on, baby. Come on my cock,â he coaxed, voice rough but sweet. âLet me feel this pussy squeeze me. Thatâs a good girl⊠give it to me.â
Your second orgasm hit hard. Your walls clamped down around his thick shaft, pulsing and fluttering as pleasure tore through your overstimulated body. Joel fucked you through it without slowing, groaning at the way your cunt milked him. âGood girl⊠such a good fuckinâ girl. Keep cominâ. Donât you stop.â He clicked the vibrator higher. The sudden increase in intensity made you cry out, your hips instinctively trying to pull away, but Joelâs strong hands held you firmly in place.
âNo runninâ, darlinâ. Youâre gonna take it all.â
He starts thrusting into you harder, deep, punishing strokes that make your ass ripple with every impact. His heavy balls slap rhythmically against your clit, adding to the overwhelming sensations of his thick cock stretching you and the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against your swollen nub.
âJoel⊠fuckââ you moan brokenly, cheek pressed into the pillow, fingers clawing at the sheets. The pleasure is bordering on too much, your body still twitching from the previous orgasms, but he doesnât let up.
âI know, baby,â he groans, voice low and rough against your ear as he leans over you, his broad chest covering your back. One of his big hands slides under you to press down on your lower stomach, making you feel every thick inch of him even more. âI know itâs a lot. But youâre doinâ so good for me. This pretty pussy is takinâ me so well.â
He clicks the vibrator up another setting. The stronger vibrations rip a sharp cry from your throat as your hips jerk. Joelâs other hand grips your hip tighter, holding you exactly where he wants you while he fucks you with long, powerful strokes. âCâmon darlinâ, I know you got it in you.â
âFuck⊠âs too much,â you protest weakly, even as your walls flutter and clench greedily around his cock.
âYou can take it,â he growls against your neck, hips snapping harder. His thick, veined cock drags along your walls with every thrust, the slight upward curve hitting that perfect spot over and over. âGive me another, baby. Let me feel you come again.â
The overstimulation is intense now â every nerve in your body feels like itâs on fire. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as another orgasm builds fast and merciless. Your thighs shake violently, and your pussy keeps fluttering around his girth. âThatâs it,â Joel praises, voice rough but sweet.
âFeel my cock stretchinâ you open? Feel how full you are? This greedy little cunt is suckinâ me so deep, darlinâ. You were made for this.â He keeps talking you through it, his breath hot against your skin. âLet go for me. Come on my cock while this vibratorâs buzzinâ on your swollen clit. I wanna feel you soak me again.â
The combination is too much. You come hard with a broken scream, your entire body seizing as your walls clamp down around his thick cock like a vice. Joel groans loudly, fucking you through every wave, never slowing his pace. âGood girl⊠fuck, thatâs my good girl,â he rasps, voice strained with pleasure.
âKeep squeezinâ me just like that. So fuckinâ tight.âHe doesnât pull the vibrator away. Instead, he presses it harder against your pulsing clit, forcing you to ride out the overstimulation as he keeps pounding into you. Your moans turn into desperate whimpers, body trembling uncontrollably beneath him.
âOne more, baby,â he coaxes, kissing your shoulder, then biting down gently. Joel holds you up with strong hands, fucking you through it with deep, steady thrusts until your release gushes around his cock.
Only then does he finally pull the vibrator away and toss it aside. He wraps both arms around you, pulling your back flush against his chest as he chases his own release with shorter, harder thrusts. âGonna fill you up, darlinâ,â he groans into your neck, voice wrecked. âGonna pump this sweet pussy full. You ready?â
You manage a weak, broken âyesâ - all you can muster before he buries himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural moan. His thick cock pulses hard inside you as he comes, flooding your pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum. He grinds deep, making sure every drop stays inside you, his cock twitching as he empties himself completely.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are your ragged breathing and his low groans. Joel stays buried inside you, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder and the back of your neck while his hands gently stroke your trembling body.
âYou okay, darlinâ?â He finally asks, breaths uneven as he remains draped over your back.
You slowly nod and after he presses a few more kisses along your neck and shoulder before slowly pulling out. He helps you shift onto your back, brushing stray strands of hair back before making his way to the bathroom. A moment passes where the room settles in quiet before Joel walks back to the bedroom, a small clean towel in his hand.
He returns to your side, bringing the towel between your thighs. You wince slightly - sensitive at the contact. âYou did so good for me, baby,â he murmurs the praise, pressing a kiss against your temple, before pressing one to your lips. âMy perfect girl. Took everything I gave you like you were made for it.â
You smile against his lips before letting out a soft, relaxed breath as he gently wipes your inner thighs before setting the towel aside. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest.
You wrap an arm around his waist, head resting on his chest just under his chin. The two of you are silent for a while, his hand gently rubbing along your arm before moving to your hair. âI hate when Iâm too busy for nights like this with you.â
âI know,â you mumble, tilting your head up in his direction. âBut it makes it worth it.â
He turns his head in your direction, nodding his head once he presses his lips against the top of your head, âSure does,â he mutters, pulling the blanket up to cover the two of you, tucking it around you to make sure youâre warm.
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Summary: After your husband died on one of the supply runs Tommy had organized, leaving you and your 5-year-old daughter, Emma, alone, you didnât know what to do with yourself. When Joel settles down in Jackson with Ellie after their trip to the Fireflies, then as a favor to Maria, he meets Emma and you while you introduce Ellie and him through Jackson.
Word Count: 19,480 (ongoing)
Chapter List:
Chapter One: Between Then and Now
Chapter Two: First Impressions
Chapter Three: The First Hint of Warmth
Chapter Four: The Missing Shape of Him
Chapter Five: Reasons to Keep Going
Chapter Six: The Weight of Blame
Chapter Seven: On Borrowed Time
Chapter Eight: ?
Chapter Nine: ?
Chapter Ten: ?
Chapter Eleven: ?
Chapter Twelve: ?
Chapter Thirteen: ?
Chapter Fourteen: ?
Chapter Fifteen: ?
Overall content warnings: Canon violence, swearing, cold Joel, mentions of death, grief, single mother, description of death, angst, eventual smut, slow-burn, longer chapters â ( content so far)
Note: Each chapter will have its own content warnings.
series summary: JerĂłnimo MatĂas Cruz is a kingpin on the rise in MedellĂn, Colombia. Javier is sent there for undercover work to take down the cartel. He finds his in with the drug lord's secret daughter, but quickly learns that you're nothing like your father. The lines between his job and his desire to protect you start to blur, forcing him to make a difficult decision.
contents/warnings: Explicit (18+ MDNI!) - porn with plot, inexperienced!reader, kissing, unprotected sex, Javi's heart is as big as his dick (i don't make the rules), overstimulation, dirty talk (like seriously), multiple orgasms (Javi is a giver imođ), two positions (cowgirl and prone bone), aftercare, some filling of plot holes, no uses of y/n. Apologies if I missed anything.
wc: 2300+
song: lost in the fire by the weeknd - "type of sex you could never put a price on"
a/n: like i said in the author's note at the end of part 4, this scene was cut to make the WC bearable to read. i almost didn't write this at all but đ it's practice ig since i can't stand writing smut. this isn't necessary to read but it makes their connection feel deeper (in a sense ?). again, thank youu to kat for proofreading this and translating for me :) gif credit
â± part 4 | series masterlist | soundtrack | read on ao3
Valentina often told people that she was drunk on love, overlooking her husbandâs ways in order to be with him. If he loved her at her worst, why wouldnât she love him at his?
She never got involved in any of his work, her fashion line took up most of her time, expanding all across Colombia at the time.
Now you find yourself in the same predicament your mother was in: staring up at a man thatâs no good for you. But in the deepest, darkest depths of your soul, you truly do love Javier.
You take a deep breath, leaning up to kiss him, hands gripping his curls as you straddle his lap.
He effortlessly lifts you, standing up with his hands under your thighs as he walks the both of you back over to the bed.
Javier lays you down with surprising gentleness, fingers curling in the sheets under you. The rough denim of his jeans presses against your clothed sex, pulling a gasp from your lips when you feel how hard he is already.
âGod,â a harsh exhale leaves him when his lips part from yours, âyou drive me crazy.â
His lips trail down your neck, setting your skin ablaze everywhere they touch. You tip your head back, giving him more access to the sensitive skin.
The familiar ache between your thighs builds quickly, heat pooling low in your belly at his ministrations and his earlier words. You know you should be afraid of how much trust youâre putting into him, but your mind is too lost in the fire burning bright between the two of you.
He mouths at your skin, slipping his hands underneath your (his) shirt. His touch sets your skin ablaze, making your body heat up from the inside out.Â
âJavi,â his name leaves your mouth in a desperate whimper, needing any kind of relief to the pressure building in your body.
He hums against your neck, tracing the column of your throat with the curve of his nose. His lips meet yours again, stealing the air from your lungs as his tongue dances with yours in a bruising kiss.Â
Javier stands just long enough to remove his jeans again, his cock already hard and aching again. Then heâs back on you, pulling you onto his lap and leaning back against the headboard.
You card your fingers through the curls on the nape of his neck as you kiss him, both of you breathing in deeply. Your nose bumps his, the kiss messy and full of heat.
With one hand, he unbuttons your shirt, his other hand steady on your lower back, pressing you flush against his chest.
âAre you okay with this?â he asks against your lips, palming your breast once the shirt is open.
You furrow your brows at that, not quite sure about what he means. âWith you touching me? Yeah.â
A breathy chuckle escapes him, you pulling back to meet his eyes. You rest your hands on his broad shoulders, squeezing them ever so slightly. His eyes are dark and half-lidded, desire written all over his face as he gazes at you.
âI mean are you okay with doing this without protection?â he restates, your mind flashing back to last night.
âWe already did, Javi,â you murmur, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, âAnd it was great.â
He raises an eyebrow, âJust great?â
A scoff escapes you, âYou know what I mean.â
Javier chuckles again, moving his hand to squeeze your waist. âDo you trust me?â
You narrow your eyes at him, âThatâs a pretty loaded question right now.â
In the back of your mind, you know you shouldnât be so trusting with him after what he did. But your heart says the complete opposite.
If thereâs anything that your mother taught you, itâs to go for what you want, when you want it. And right now, thatâs Javier.
âI know, baby. And Iâm sorry again,â he confesses again, looking at you with eyes that would make your knees weak if you were standing. âI need to hear you say it, though: that you trust me to take care of you.â
Youâve been at war with your own mind for far too long. You deserve to have someone who wants to willingly take care of you. Plus, itâs a little difficult to say no to Javier when his eyes go soft, staring at you like a lost puppy.Â
Your resolve crumbles quickly, and you melt into him when he guides your hips closer, his hardened cock curving towards his stomach and resting against your inner thigh.Â
âI just want you to relax, okay?â he murmurs, not taking his eyes off of you as he moves your panties to the side, lifting your hips a bit.
Your hands stay braced on his shoulders, shivering a bit when he slides the head of his cock through your slick folds, spreading the mess youâve made of yourself. He presses the tip in slowly, groaning as your warmth envelopes him.
You sink down on his length with the help of his hands on your hips. Since he told you to relax, youâre allowing him to guide you the way he wants, seeing just how well he can take care of you.
He grips your hips a little tighter, the pads of his fingers indenting in your skin. Tentatively, he rolls them back and forth, noting what makes your face twist in pleasure and what doesnât.
Sure, the two of you have been having sex for a while, but you havenât truly learned each other's bodies, and thatâs what Javier wants. He wants to know your body like the back of his hand, knowing the right amount of pressure to add, knowing what makes you moan the loudest, what gets you the wettest.Â
Learning his partners is what Javier thinks his special power is. Though, lately, youâre the only one who can satisfy him and he wants to learn your body.Â
He switches to guiding you up and down on his shaft, the coarse hairs on his base brushing your clit. The movements are slow but you press your forehead against his, cupping the nape of his neck with your hands.Â
Javierâs lips curve slightly, âYou prefer it like this, donât you?â he coos, making you involuntarily clench around him.
Dirty talk seems to be on the list as well with you, so he plays into it.
The pace picks up, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with shared pants. âRide me just like that, yeah,â he whispers, âFuck, you feel so good,â he watches you with half-lidded eyes as your controlled sounds begin to fray.
Low moans leave you now, your fingers tightening in his hair. His words paired with his actions send a fresh wave of heat straight through you, coating his cock. The evidence of your arousal sounds in the room now, spurring Javier on.
âYou like when I talk to you, princesa?â he makes a mental note of that, basking in how wet and warm you are.
You breathe out a âyesâ, tilting your head back when he presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck, giving him more access. He nips and sucks at your sensitive skin, his hands traveling further down to grip your ass.
With anyone else, Javier would rarely speak during sex. Thereâs something so mesmerizing about seeing how much it turns you on, though. The possessive reminder that heâs the only person youâve been with surges through him again, prompting something lascivious to flare in his chest.
Your brows knit when he angles your hips, searching for the spot that unravels you. âFuck,â a sharp gasp escapes you, hands gripping his biceps, âright there.â
He smirks faintly, âThatâs it,â he purrs, the curve of his dick perfectly stimulating your g-spot with every thrust, making stars burst behind your eyes. âGod, you look so pretty like this: taking my cock like you were made for it.â
You whimper, nails digging crescent moon indents into his skin, nearly drawing blood as you near your third orgasm in the last 12 hours. You move under Javierâs guidance, wet skin slapping against each other, paired with your growing moans and his grunts and filthy words.
The closer you get, the less you can understand him.Â
And he sees it.
His hands on your hips tighten, guaranteed to leave bruises tomorrow. Right now, youâre not worried about anyone seeing them. If anything, youâll wear them proudly, showing the world that you have someone who makes you feel so good that your brain turns to pure mush.
âYouâre gonna feel me tomorrow,â you think you hear him say before he flips you over, pulling out to make you lay on your stomach.
His cock glistens with your arousal, slick on the back of your thigh as he places a pillow under your hips, pressing his hand between your shoulder blades to keep you pinned down.
He strips you out of what youâre wearing hastily, leaving you naked and wanting. Your cheek is mushed against the sheets, your breath fans over them when Javier slams back into you. This position â you flat on the bed with your hips propped up â has him reaching places you never thought were possible, and you finish quickly.
Your walls flutter rapidly around his length, the tissue clenching while you come. Your vision goes white around the edges, hot pleasure spiking through your body.
Javier fucks you right through it, hissing and gritting his teeth at how tightly your cunt is squeezing him. His hand stays firmly between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place as his hips snap against your ass, rippling the flesh with every rough thrust.
He relishes in the noises you make, all of them unfiltered and for his ears only. Just hearing them has him nearing his peak, but heâs determined to get you off one more time.
You barely process when his entire body weight presses against you, his cock reaching the deepest depths of you. A shuddering gasp leaves your lips, your body instinctively trying to escape the immense pleasure, but his body keeps you in place.
His breath fans over your ear, whispering in your ear while he pounds you into the mattress. âGive me one more, pretty girl. I know you can.â
He may know, but you donât think you can. The overstimulation has your thighs shaking, incoherent babbling slipping past your lips. Youâre almost sure that Javierâs about to chuckle at your lack of response before his breath hitches against your ear, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix.
You expect it to hurt, your vision even goes blurry around the edges, tears pricking your eyes. But itâs a pleasant feeling.Â
It would probably feel even better if you werenât so blissed out already.
Every nerve end is set on fire, the heat between the two of you growing into an all-consuming fit of rage. You feed off of each otherâs pleasure like a ravenous blaze spreading through a forest, hungry for everything in its path. Skin rubs against skin like friction against dry tinder, his hips losing rhythm as fire pools low in his abdomen.
He groans in your ear, his hands covering yours gripping the sheets to stay connected to you in every possible way. âNeed you to come for me again, princesa.â
You whine in response, feeling your body give in to the need to climax one last time. Your muscles spasm under him, an explosion of blinding heat and light taking over. Thereâs nowhere to hide or go to as you fall over the edge again.
Javier grunts loudly, pulling out just in time to come all over your ass. The tension in his body shatters like a glass in an inferno. Hot, white, thick spurts of his release paint the plush skin, barely able to hold himself up while he finishes.Â
He collapses on his back next to you, staring up at the ceiling, attempting to get air back into his lungs. Your breathing is slowly steading at his side, your eyes tracing his side profile lazily as you come down from your high(s).
Involuntarily, a smile tugs at your lips. Youâre happy that itâs this man that bumped into you at the club. If he hadnât, you probably wouldnât be here right now: making your own decisions, taking down your father, having out-of-this-world sex.
He turns to his side, catching your gaze and mimicking your small smile. He presses lazy kisses along your shoulder, wanting to bask in the afterglow with you a little longer, his body still thrumming with satisfaction.Â
He looks at you with warm, dark eyes â still hazy from intimacy. Without much thought, he strokes your hair, the action instinctive after such intense passion.Â
Meeting you at the bar and driving to this hotel with you was something he was hesitant about. Steve tagged along for extra protection, though Javier told him not to engage unless he felt like it was absolutely necessary.
Javierâs gut told him that you wouldnât hurt him, but the little voice in his head kept telling him that you would screw him over the same way he did to you. Heâs glad he trusted his gut rather than his mind, because now he has you completely.
Perhaps heâs being too greedy, thinking that he can get you out of this without a single scratch. Heâd like to think that he can but who knows what your father will do to you if he ever finds out.
Just thinking about it makes him sick to his stomach.
After the two of you settle into a familiar blissful embrace, Javier gets out of bed, padding to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth to clean up the mess the two of you made.
Itâs little things that he does that prompt you to think about a possible future with him. But then you remember how you met and who you are. Would he seriously want to have you in his life after all of this?Â
Maybe youâd go to Texas with him, go to school there, get your degree. Depending on how this goes, you might even start your motherâs fashion line back up.
And thatâs if your father doesnât bring you down alongside him.
The warmth of the cloth takes you out of your thoughts, Javier cleaning up the mess before he sets the towel aside and scoops you up into his arms. You immediately settle against his chest, his heartbeat steady under your ear.
He gently strokes your hair, lulling you into a state of tranquility. âDescansa (Rest),â he whispers, âAquĂ estoy. (Iâm here.)â
I have a tiny writing question, and I'm hoping there will be some people who'll help me with this because I've been struggling with this series.
How do you write fics with canon timeline & events, but add your own twist to it?
I know it might be a stupid question but I thought I'd ask. For example, Ghosts of a Past is being written in the TLOU canon timeline, but it's its own story between Joel & Victoria. I have different plots planned for Victoria's backstory that I want to write into the canon timeline. But I also don't want a play-by-play of how the show goes.
So, if anyone has suggestions, I'll greatly appreciate the help đ
Warnings/Content: MDNI, 18+. Dirty talk, oral (f recieving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of a toy (vibrator), unprotected piv (wrap it before you use it), fingering, doggy style, Joel the pussy muncher, p without much plot, aftercare. Let me know if I miss any.
Summary: After a few days of Joel working late with patrols, watch duty or contacting duties for Jackson's safety, comes with the price of not being able to spend as much time with you as he'd like. Since today is his day off, the two of you spent it being lazy, staying at home, ending with the perfect nighttime routine you had missed.
A/N: Thank you @finnthecat for your lovely request here. Apologies for this taking so long. I had major writer's block and took a small break from writing. I hope you enjoy. Special thank you to @cozymochaa for beta-reading this, love you đ„°đ
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Give Me Another
"Joel... c'mon," you whined, fingers tugging the strands of his hair where his head was between your legs.
He hummed against you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for him as he began to work his tongue against your clit in slow, deliberate circles.
Today was the first day in weeks that you and Joel were able to just relax and spend time together. The community had been busier than normal with the new improvements Tommy and Maria wanted put into the community, so because of being Tommyâs brother, Joel had been pulled in every direction.
"You taste so good," he murmured against you. "Like damn heaven between these legs." Your hips began to rock against his face, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything.
One of his hands released your thigh, and you felt his fingers probing at your entrance while his other hand slid up to your lower stomach, pressing down firmly to hold you still. âEasy, darlinâ,â he muttered, voice low and rough.
âYouâre gonna take what I give you. No more, no less.â Two of his thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, stretching you open. Joelâs mouth never left your clit â sucking, licking, flicking â while his fingers curled deep inside you, stroking that spongy spot that made your vision spark white and your back arch. He ate you like a man starved for his favorite meal, and to Joel, having you like this was one of his favorite things.
His beard scratched deliciously against your inner thighs, his tongue broad and flat one moment before turning pointed and relentlessly dragging through your folds.He groaned into you, hips grinding slowly against the mattress. âFuck⊠Joel,â you whined, thighs starting to shake around his head.
Your hips tried to grind closer to his mouth, but the hand on your stomach kept you pinned in place. âThatâs it, darlinâ,â he rasped against your core, his breath warm against your heated skin. âSqueezinâ my fingers so good. Greedy lilâ pussy. Give it to me, baby.â
Your orgasm crashed through you, thighs clamping around his head and fingers curling tight in his hair, pulling a deep groan from Joel. His tongue continued its relentless pace on your clit, drawing out your pleasure until you were twitching and whimpering from the overstimulation.
When you finally sagged back into the mattress, breaths heavy, Joel pulled back. His mouth and beard glistened with your slick. âGood girl,â he praised, kissing a wet trail from your core, up your stomach, before settling between your breasts. He slid a hand up your side and cupped the underside of one breast as his mouth covered the nipple.
He sucked gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak while his fingers teased the other. You were still trembling from the aftershocks when he finally lifted his head. âTurn over, baby. On your hands and knees for me. Ass up.â
His voice was low and rough with desire he couldnât hide. You obeyed on shaky limbs, settling into position as he knelt behind you. Joel ran his large hands over the curve of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively before spreading you open. âFuck, look at you,â he groaned. âJust drippinâ for me.â
He leaned over to the bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out the familiar vibrator. The low hum filled the room as he turned it on. âBeen thinkinâ âbout this since that night,â he said, voice dark. âYou fuckinâ yourself with it, moaninâ my name, wishinâ it was me.â
You hummed softly in response as he slid the vibrating head from your folds up to your clit, applying light pressure that drew a needy whine from your lips. âJoelââ you started, but he cut you off.âShhh, I got you, darlinâ.â He leaned over your back, his broad, warm chest pressing against you, and kissed your shoulder.
âGonna make you come so many times you forget your own name.â The fat, swollen head of his cock nudged at your entrance. Joel was big â thick, heavy, veined, with that slight upward curve that always hit everything just right. He rubbed it up and down your slit, coating every inch in your slick until it glistened. âGorgeous,â he muttered, then slowly pushed inside.
The wide head popped past your entrance with a wet sound, followed by the heavy, veined shaft that stretched you open. You moaned loudly into the mattress as he sank deeper, filling you completely until his hips were flush against your ass and his heavy balls rested against your clit.
âFuuuck,â Joel groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. âSo tight. This greedy little cunt is suckinâ me right in.â He stayed buried deep for a moment before he began thrusting â long, deep strokes that dragged his thick cock along every sensitive spot inside you.
The vibrator stayed pressed firmly to your clit on the lowest setting, the constant buzzing mixing with the wet slap of his hips against your ass.âThatâs it⊠take my cock,â he muttered, one hand gripping your hip hard while the other held the vibrator steady.
âOh my god,â you moaned, burying your face into the pillow, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. âCome on, baby. Come on my cock,â he coaxed, voice rough but sweet. âLet me feel this pussy squeeze me. Thatâs a good girl⊠give it to me.â
Your second orgasm hit hard. Your walls clamped down around his thick shaft, pulsing and fluttering as pleasure tore through your overstimulated body. Joel fucked you through it without slowing, groaning at the way your cunt milked him. âGood girl⊠such a good fuckinâ girl. Keep cominâ. Donât you stop.â He clicked the vibrator higher. The sudden increase in intensity made you cry out, your hips instinctively trying to pull away, but Joelâs strong hands held you firmly in place.
âNo runninâ, darlinâ. Youâre gonna take it all.â
He starts thrusting into you harder, deep, punishing strokes that make your ass ripple with every impact. His heavy balls slap rhythmically against your clit, adding to the overwhelming sensations of his thick cock stretching you and the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against your swollen nub.
âJoel⊠fuckââ you moan brokenly, cheek pressed into the pillow, fingers clawing at the sheets. The pleasure is bordering on too much, your body still twitching from the previous orgasms, but he doesnât let up.
âI know, baby,â he groans, voice low and rough against your ear as he leans over you, his broad chest covering your back. One of his big hands slides under you to press down on your lower stomach, making you feel every thick inch of him even more. âI know itâs a lot. But youâre doinâ so good for me. This pretty pussy is takinâ me so well.â
He clicks the vibrator up another setting. The stronger vibrations rip a sharp cry from your throat as your hips jerk. Joelâs other hand grips your hip tighter, holding you exactly where he wants you while he fucks you with long, powerful strokes. âCâmon darlinâ, I know you got it in you.â
âFuck⊠âs too much,â you protest weakly, even as your walls flutter and clench greedily around his cock.
âYou can take it,â he growls against your neck, hips snapping harder. His thick, veined cock drags along your walls with every thrust, the slight upward curve hitting that perfect spot over and over. âGive me another, baby. Let me feel you come again.â
The overstimulation is intense now â every nerve in your body feels like itâs on fire. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as another orgasm builds fast and merciless. Your thighs shake violently, and your pussy keeps fluttering around his girth. âThatâs it,â Joel praises, voice rough but sweet.
âFeel my cock stretchinâ you open? Feel how full you are? This greedy little cunt is suckinâ me so deep, darlinâ. You were made for this.â He keeps talking you through it, his breath hot against your skin. âLet go for me. Come on my cock while this vibratorâs buzzinâ on your swollen clit. I wanna feel you soak me again.â
The combination is too much. You come hard with a broken scream, your entire body seizing as your walls clamp down around his thick cock like a vice. Joel groans loudly, fucking you through every wave, never slowing his pace. âGood girl⊠fuck, thatâs my good girl,â he rasps, voice strained with pleasure.
âKeep squeezinâ me just like that. So fuckinâ tight.âHe doesnât pull the vibrator away. Instead, he presses it harder against your pulsing clit, forcing you to ride out the overstimulation as he keeps pounding into you. Your moans turn into desperate whimpers, body trembling uncontrollably beneath him.
âOne more, baby,â he coaxes, kissing your shoulder, then biting down gently. Joel holds you up with strong hands, fucking you through it with deep, steady thrusts until your release gushes around his cock.
Only then does he finally pull the vibrator away and toss it aside. He wraps both arms around you, pulling your back flush against his chest as he chases his own release with shorter, harder thrusts. âGonna fill you up, darlinâ,â he groans into your neck, voice wrecked. âGonna pump this sweet pussy full. You ready?â
You manage a weak, broken âyesâ - all you can muster before he buries himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural moan. His thick cock pulses hard inside you as he comes, flooding your pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum. He grinds deep, making sure every drop stays inside you, his cock twitching as he empties himself completely.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are your ragged breathing and his low groans. Joel stays buried inside you, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder and the back of your neck while his hands gently stroke your trembling body.
âYou okay, darlinâ?â He finally asks, breaths uneven as he remains draped over your back.
You slowly nod and after he presses a few more kisses along your neck and shoulder before slowly pulling out. He helps you shift onto your back, brushing stray strands of hair back before making his way to the bathroom. A moment passes where the room settles in quiet before Joel walks back to the bedroom, a small clean towel in his hand.
He returns to your side, bringing the towel between your thighs. You wince slightly - sensitive at the contact. âYou did so good for me, baby,â he murmurs the praise, pressing a kiss against your temple, before pressing one to your lips. âMy perfect girl. Took everything I gave you like you were made for it.â
You smile against his lips before letting out a soft, relaxed breath as he gently wipes your inner thighs before setting the towel aside. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest.
You wrap an arm around his waist, head resting on his chest just under his chin. The two of you are silent for a while, his hand gently rubbing along your arm before moving to your hair. âI hate when Iâm too busy for nights like this with you.â
âI know,â you mumble, tilting your head up in his direction. âBut it makes it worth it.â
He turns his head in your direction, nodding his head once he presses his lips against the top of your head, âSure does,â he mutters, pulling the blanket up to cover the two of you, tucking it around you to make sure youâre warm.
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This was so delicious and hot, loved the dirty talk, loved that heâs a munch - yeees đđ» absolutely canon to me đ - and loved his freaky mind đ€đ
And the aftercare đ„č I love seeing his duality as a big grumpy man who takes what he wants but who deeply is just a loving and caring dude đ„°
10/10 no notes, thank you so much for sharing! â„ïž
Hey yâall! I had an idea for another - hopefully - fun event so Iâm gonna share it to see what you all think.
I thought of calling this the âSpread the love eventâ!
Please read below the cut and answer the poll, thanks!
So basically, you choose one or multiple of your mutuals and write a story for them. (I think you know what they like and what they read more frequently and you know what kind of stories they appreciated from your list but you can also ask them if you prefer, even via anonymous ask if you prefer to keep the surprise and not telling them that youâre writing something specifically for them. You know your pals and you know the best method to do this, right?)
Any PPCU character is allowed and itâs primarily a PPCU event but if you know your mutual would love something written about some other character from a different fandom, this is fine too!
Youâre going to post the story tagging them and telling them something nice, why are you happy to be their mutual or friend, what are their best traits, how they inspired you or helped you, whatever you want, itâs really up to you!
Whenever you feel like posting the story is fine, it could be for their birthday or some other special occasion you know theyâre having, or just randomly to say: hey, I love you/I appreciate you/youâre my bestie/whatever you want. Thereâs no established deadline and most importantly, you can also write multiple fics if you want to and dedicate them to several different people!
(And of course you can write for me if you want to, I would be the happiest đ)
Also, add me to your tags so I can read, reblog and share your work in my future recs list! Maybe I wonât read everything because Iâm not familiar with the character you chose or not interested in them but I can still reblog and share!
Answer to the poll below so I can see if anyone would be interested in doing this, thank you very much! â„ïž If you have any questions, suggestions or anything else, please leave a comment! And if you can, please reblog this post so more people will see it!
What do you think? Is this something you would like to do?
I'm looking for someone who would be so kind to beta-read the chapters of Falling through centuries for me when I finish writing them.
If anyone's interested then please shoot me a dm, or send me an ask, or comment under this post, doesn't matter in what form, just let me know if you'd want to.
Warnings/Content: MDNI, 18+. Dirty talk, oral (f recieving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of a toy (vibrator), unprotected piv (wrap it before you use it), fingering, doggy style, Joel the pussy muncher, p without much plot, aftercare. Let me know if I miss any.
Summary: After a few days of Joel working late with patrols, watch duty or contacting duties for Jackson's safety, comes with the price of not being able to spend as much time with you as he'd like. Since today is his day off, the two of you spent it being lazy, staying at home, ending with the perfect nighttime routine you had missed.
A/N: Thank you @finnthecat for your lovely request here. Apologies for this taking so long. I had major writer's block and took a small break from writing. I hope you enjoy. Special thank you to @cozymochaa for beta-reading this, love you đ„°đ
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Give Me Another
"Joel... c'mon," you whined, fingers tugging the strands of his hair where his head was between your legs.
He hummed against you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for him as he began to work his tongue against your clit in slow, deliberate circles.
Today was the first day in weeks that you and Joel were able to just relax and spend time together. The community had been busier than normal with the new improvements Tommy and Maria wanted put into the community, so because of being Tommyâs brother, Joel had been pulled in every direction.
"You taste so good," he murmured against you. "Like damn heaven between these legs." Your hips began to rock against his face, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything.
One of his hands released your thigh, and you felt his fingers probing at your entrance while his other hand slid up to your lower stomach, pressing down firmly to hold you still. âEasy, darlinâ,â he muttered, voice low and rough.
âYouâre gonna take what I give you. No more, no less.â Two of his thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, stretching you open. Joelâs mouth never left your clit â sucking, licking, flicking â while his fingers curled deep inside you, stroking that spongy spot that made your vision spark white and your back arch. He ate you like a man starved for his favorite meal, and to Joel, having you like this was one of his favorite things.
His beard scratched deliciously against your inner thighs, his tongue broad and flat one moment before turning pointed and relentlessly dragging through your folds.He groaned into you, hips grinding slowly against the mattress. âFuck⊠Joel,â you whined, thighs starting to shake around his head.
Your hips tried to grind closer to his mouth, but the hand on your stomach kept you pinned in place. âThatâs it, darlinâ,â he rasped against your core, his breath warm against your heated skin. âSqueezinâ my fingers so good. Greedy lilâ pussy. Give it to me, baby.â
Your orgasm crashed through you, thighs clamping around his head and fingers curling tight in his hair, pulling a deep groan from Joel. His tongue continued its relentless pace on your clit, drawing out your pleasure until you were twitching and whimpering from the overstimulation.
When you finally sagged back into the mattress, breaths heavy, Joel pulled back. His mouth and beard glistened with your slick. âGood girl,â he praised, kissing a wet trail from your core, up your stomach, before settling between your breasts. He slid a hand up your side and cupped the underside of one breast as his mouth covered the nipple.
He sucked gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak while his fingers teased the other. You were still trembling from the aftershocks when he finally lifted his head. âTurn over, baby. On your hands and knees for me. Ass up.â
His voice was low and rough with desire he couldnât hide. You obeyed on shaky limbs, settling into position as he knelt behind you. Joel ran his large hands over the curve of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively before spreading you open. âFuck, look at you,â he groaned. âJust drippinâ for me.â
He leaned over to the bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out the familiar vibrator. The low hum filled the room as he turned it on. âBeen thinkinâ âbout this since that night,â he said, voice dark. âYou fuckinâ yourself with it, moaninâ my name, wishinâ it was me.â
You hummed softly in response as he slid the vibrating head from your folds up to your clit, applying light pressure that drew a needy whine from your lips. âJoelââ you started, but he cut you off.âShhh, I got you, darlinâ.â He leaned over your back, his broad, warm chest pressing against you, and kissed your shoulder.
âGonna make you come so many times you forget your own name.â The fat, swollen head of his cock nudged at your entrance. Joel was big â thick, heavy, veined, with that slight upward curve that always hit everything just right. He rubbed it up and down your slit, coating every inch in your slick until it glistened. âGorgeous,â he muttered, then slowly pushed inside.
The wide head popped past your entrance with a wet sound, followed by the heavy, veined shaft that stretched you open. You moaned loudly into the mattress as he sank deeper, filling you completely until his hips were flush against your ass and his heavy balls rested against your clit.
âFuuuck,â Joel groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. âSo tight. This greedy little cunt is suckinâ me right in.â He stayed buried deep for a moment before he began thrusting â long, deep strokes that dragged his thick cock along every sensitive spot inside you.
The vibrator stayed pressed firmly to your clit on the lowest setting, the constant buzzing mixing with the wet slap of his hips against your ass.âThatâs it⊠take my cock,â he muttered, one hand gripping your hip hard while the other held the vibrator steady.
âOh my god,â you moaned, burying your face into the pillow, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. âCome on, baby. Come on my cock,â he coaxed, voice rough but sweet. âLet me feel this pussy squeeze me. Thatâs a good girl⊠give it to me.â
Your second orgasm hit hard. Your walls clamped down around his thick shaft, pulsing and fluttering as pleasure tore through your overstimulated body. Joel fucked you through it without slowing, groaning at the way your cunt milked him. âGood girl⊠such a good fuckinâ girl. Keep cominâ. Donât you stop.â He clicked the vibrator higher. The sudden increase in intensity made you cry out, your hips instinctively trying to pull away, but Joelâs strong hands held you firmly in place.
âNo runninâ, darlinâ. Youâre gonna take it all.â
He starts thrusting into you harder, deep, punishing strokes that make your ass ripple with every impact. His heavy balls slap rhythmically against your clit, adding to the overwhelming sensations of his thick cock stretching you and the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against your swollen nub.
âJoel⊠fuckââ you moan brokenly, cheek pressed into the pillow, fingers clawing at the sheets. The pleasure is bordering on too much, your body still twitching from the previous orgasms, but he doesnât let up.
âI know, baby,â he groans, voice low and rough against your ear as he leans over you, his broad chest covering your back. One of his big hands slides under you to press down on your lower stomach, making you feel every thick inch of him even more. âI know itâs a lot. But youâre doinâ so good for me. This pretty pussy is takinâ me so well.â
He clicks the vibrator up another setting. The stronger vibrations rip a sharp cry from your throat as your hips jerk. Joelâs other hand grips your hip tighter, holding you exactly where he wants you while he fucks you with long, powerful strokes. âCâmon darlinâ, I know you got it in you.â
âFuck⊠âs too much,â you protest weakly, even as your walls flutter and clench greedily around his cock.
âYou can take it,â he growls against your neck, hips snapping harder. His thick, veined cock drags along your walls with every thrust, the slight upward curve hitting that perfect spot over and over. âGive me another, baby. Let me feel you come again.â
The overstimulation is intense now â every nerve in your body feels like itâs on fire. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as another orgasm builds fast and merciless. Your thighs shake violently, and your pussy keeps fluttering around his girth. âThatâs it,â Joel praises, voice rough but sweet.
âFeel my cock stretchinâ you open? Feel how full you are? This greedy little cunt is suckinâ me so deep, darlinâ. You were made for this.â He keeps talking you through it, his breath hot against your skin. âLet go for me. Come on my cock while this vibratorâs buzzinâ on your swollen clit. I wanna feel you soak me again.â
The combination is too much. You come hard with a broken scream, your entire body seizing as your walls clamp down around his thick cock like a vice. Joel groans loudly, fucking you through every wave, never slowing his pace. âGood girl⊠fuck, thatâs my good girl,â he rasps, voice strained with pleasure.
âKeep squeezinâ me just like that. So fuckinâ tight.âHe doesnât pull the vibrator away. Instead, he presses it harder against your pulsing clit, forcing you to ride out the overstimulation as he keeps pounding into you. Your moans turn into desperate whimpers, body trembling uncontrollably beneath him.
âOne more, baby,â he coaxes, kissing your shoulder, then biting down gently. Joel holds you up with strong hands, fucking you through it with deep, steady thrusts until your release gushes around his cock.
Only then does he finally pull the vibrator away and toss it aside. He wraps both arms around you, pulling your back flush against his chest as he chases his own release with shorter, harder thrusts. âGonna fill you up, darlinâ,â he groans into your neck, voice wrecked. âGonna pump this sweet pussy full. You ready?â
You manage a weak, broken âyesâ - all you can muster before he buries himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural moan. His thick cock pulses hard inside you as he comes, flooding your pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum. He grinds deep, making sure every drop stays inside you, his cock twitching as he empties himself completely.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are your ragged breathing and his low groans. Joel stays buried inside you, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder and the back of your neck while his hands gently stroke your trembling body.
âYou okay, darlinâ?â He finally asks, breaths uneven as he remains draped over your back.
You slowly nod and after he presses a few more kisses along your neck and shoulder before slowly pulling out. He helps you shift onto your back, brushing stray strands of hair back before making his way to the bathroom. A moment passes where the room settles in quiet before Joel walks back to the bedroom, a small clean towel in his hand.
He returns to your side, bringing the towel between your thighs. You wince slightly - sensitive at the contact. âYou did so good for me, baby,â he murmurs the praise, pressing a kiss against your temple, before pressing one to your lips. âMy perfect girl. Took everything I gave you like you were made for it.â
You smile against his lips before letting out a soft, relaxed breath as he gently wipes your inner thighs before setting the towel aside. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest.
You wrap an arm around his waist, head resting on his chest just under his chin. The two of you are silent for a while, his hand gently rubbing along your arm before moving to your hair. âI hate when Iâm too busy for nights like this with you.â
âI know,â you mumble, tilting your head up in his direction. âBut it makes it worth it.â
He turns his head in your direction, nodding his head once he presses his lips against the top of your head, âSure does,â he mutters, pulling the blanket up to cover the two of you, tucking it around you to make sure youâre warm.
General Taglist (let me know if you'd like to be added or removed): @kokoluwie, @cozymochaa, @picketniffler, @christinamadsen, @harriedandharassed, @rosharanfiction, @xfanficluvrx, @isabellaboo2025, @kirsteng42, @missadangel, @bishtrouille, @death-in-a-tar0t-card, @mystickittytaco, @missladym1981, @armandispunk, @whattheflipsiesss, @isimpforfictionalmen, @haileycopter17, @needz1nk, @anoverwhelmingdin, @stellar3em, @javiismyhsbnd, @taniamiller, @petalsinblood
Interested from last WIP Wednesday I did: @time-for-my-weekly-spanking, @milla-frenchy
Rules: Post ten GIFs of your ten favorite movies (no giving away the title) and tag ten people.
Thank you for the tags @time-for-my-weekly-spanking, @simpingforjoel, @picketniffler, @kokoluwie, @petalsinblood, & @isabellaboo2025.
I'm a bit late to this, but when I was making this, I honestly forgot what movies are my favorite. Most of these are comfort movies, ones I can watch endlessly or ones that have stuck with me.
Tagging anyone who'd like to do this! I don't know who's already done this.
Okayyyy, so, I'm hoping this works. I've been trying to get better at writing my smut fics, and I feel like I tend to stay in a comfort zone with basics.
If anyone wants to submit a smut request for Joel, please do.
I won't do any incest or any underage smut, but kinks with scenarios are fine, and hopefully they'll turn out good.
I've hit a bit of a wall with one of my fics, so this would help keep my head in the writing mindset. And I'm also thinking of writing for a new character, I'm just not entirely sure which one yet đ
Warnings/Content: 18+ MDNI, Boston QZ setting, now-established relationship, jealous!joel, dirty talk, oral (f recieving), unprotected pinv (wrap it before you use it), slight voyerism(?), Joel the pussy eater Miller, canon swearing.
A/N: This was a request over on AO3, where Joel and reader are now in a serious relationship. Enjoy!
Part One | AO3 | Main Masterlist
His Girl: Part Two
It was just a few weeks ago when Joel caught you and Jason hanging out at the little cafe in the QZ, just a few weeks ago when he reminded you that you were completely his.
Since that afternoon, heâs been around you consistantly, casting hard looks to anyone who looks at you in a way he doesnât like. It seems different this time around in the relationship. He seems more involved, making sure he pays attention to you and now, he is a bit more affectionate than he was when you originally met.
You know Joel isnât the type of person to show his feelings, especially being in a place like this. But you know he cares in the little things. And you never push for more.
After a long day of sewer cleaning, you are walking back to the apartment that you and Joel now lived in together. Jason was on shift with you, and despite your rejection, he continues to make advances to take you out again.
The time at the cafe wasnât supposed to be a date or anything special. But to Jason, it seems like it was the beginning of something new.
You didnât tell Joel.
Not yet anyways.
Earlier that afternoon though, you and Joel crossed paths, Jason following you closely behind as you leave to get supplies to bring to the sewer. You saw the look on his face, you know he wasnât happy seeing Jason following you like a lost puppy going after something his.
When you get home, you close the door behind you with a heavy thud, taking off your shoes. âIâm back,â you call out, a hint of annoyance still lingers in your voice. A mix between being bothered by the FEDRA soldiers and Jason. You set your boots aside, seeing Joelâs already beside the wall and you knew he was home.
The bathroom door opens and he comes out drying his hands before tossing the rag onto the bathroom counter. His eyes drift over you up and down for a moment before landing on your face. âThe hell was that guy doinâ followinâ you âround?â
âWe had a shift together,â you mutter, walking over to the small kitchen area to reaching for two glasses in the cupboard. âBut I do need you to do something for me.â
âWhatâd he do?â
âNothing, yet,â you begin, reaching for the whiskey to pour in the glasses before handing him one. âHe wants me to meet with him at the cafe again.â
He snorts, taking the offered drink before taking a gulp from the glass, âLike thatâs gonna happen.â
You fall quiet, tilting your head to the side for a brief moment before taking a sip of your own drink. The silence that follows after you told him about it is unsettling and you could see the wheels in his head turning, the way his jaw twitched when he swallowed.
âMeet with him,â he suddenly says to your surprise.
Your eyes slightly widen before your brows furrow in confusion, âYou want me to meet with him? For what?â
âFor me to teach him a little lesson.â
There was no room for debate or question. And thatâs exactly what you do. You told Jason the next time you see him that youâll be meeting him in the cafe on Thursday. Youâre sitting on one of the worn out chairs, hands resting on the cool metal table the wobbles when weight was placed in a certain spot.
Joelâs sitting beside you, arms crossed across his chest, jaw set. You knew that Joel wouldnât be happy with Jason making advances on you after that one day of spending some time with him to help him settle into life at the QZ. Itâs just a few minutes later before you hear the bell of the door ring and walks through is Jason, looking around excitedly. He walks in a few steps, standing in the middle as he looks around, before his gaze settles on you. Then it settles on Joel sitting beside you, and you can practically see the color leave his face.
His shoulders stiffen as his eyes flick between you and Joel, he knows heâs got himself in some deep shit. Beside you, Joel doesnât move either. He sits there, legs spread slightly with one of his arms slung over the back of your chair like it belong there. His other hand is on his thigh, clenching tightly before he forces himself to relax.
âHeyâŠâ Jason starts, voice thinner than youâve heard before. He forces a smile as his eyes finally settle on you, âI didnât realize you brought⊠company.â
You donât answer. You know you donât have to. âSit down,â Joel finally says, voice gruff and firm, making Jason sit down on the chair in front of the two of you. When heâs settled, Joel leans forward slightly, his arm that was around your shoulders returns to his side, but his hand rests on your thigh. âBeen hearinâ âbout what youâre up too.â
âListen-â
âLetâs get somethinâ straight real damn quick,â Joel continues, speaking over him. âYou donât follow her, you donât talk to unless sheâs the one talkinâ to you first.â
Jason clears his throat, eyes shifting to you, âYou really going to let him talk for you?â
âHe isnât talking for me,â you retort quickly, lacing your fingers together as you lean forward. âIâve told you more than once that I am not interested and you seem like you canât take the hint.â
âItâs simple, really,â Jasonâs gaze is drawn back to Joel as he speaks again, swallowing hard once meeting the look on his face. âI hear this bullshit again, and Iâll break more than your jaw.â
Joelâs hand finds its spot on your thigh again, giving it a squeeze. Jason nods, pushing his chair back, âYeah, no problem.â
He stands up, almost knocking the chair over in the process as he mumbles his goodbye, heading straight for the door. The bell chimes as itâs opened and closed while Joelâs hand stays on your thigh. He clears his throat, jaw clenching and unclenching as he turns his head to your direction.
His gaze stays on you for a moment. He looks like he wants to say something but decides against it as he gets up. âI gotta go, Iâll see you tonight.â
âJoelâŠâ you begin, only to be met with a brief and short kiss against your forehead before he leaves.
Yeah. You know he isnât happy about this.
The rest of the afternoon passes slowly. When the evening follows, you and Joel return to the apartment with little conversation. The two of you eat and briefly talk about what you have to do tomorrow. But he doesnât bring up what happens with Jason.
To Joel, heâs picturing the boy following you around, trying to make a claim on you slowly, and Joel doesnât like it. He knows heâs most likely scared the boy off, but that jealousy sits in his chest and wonât leave.
So, when he gets home, pushing the door open to your now-shared apartment that evening, youâre already there. You were in the middle of changing your dirty clothes from your own shift earlier.
He kicks off his boots before he makes his way to the bed, standing behind you and his hands come to rest on your waist, the scruff of his beard scratching softly against your neck as he peppers it in slow kisses.
You let out a soft breath, tilting your head to the side to give me better access to the skin there. His right hand slowly slides around to your stomach, his touch warm against your own skin.
âLie down,â he whispers against your ear once his mouth is on it, and you turn in his arms to face him.
He eases you down onto the mattress, following after and settling between your thighs. His hands are gentle as he unbuttons your jeans, sliding them down along with your panties, caloused palms youâve grown to love, sliding warmly over your skin - tracing the curve of your hips, the soft swell of your breasts, the dip of your stomach. Once you were completely bare beneath him, he shed his own clothes, tossing away his shirt, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down, along with his boxers to let his heavy cock spring free, already fully hard and flushed at the tip.
Joel slides off the edge of the bed, pulling you to the edge as he kisses up along your thighs. As his slide along your thigh, your hand goes automatically to his hair, running through the soft curls before letting out a soft moan once his mouth meets your core.
Your moans echo off the thin apartment walls as Joelâs tongue works relentlessly through your slick folds. He licked broad, slow stripes from your entrance all the way up to your clit, groaning deeply at the taste of you. His stubble scrapes deliciously against your sensitive inner thighs and outer lips, adding a beautiful contrast that makes your hips twitch.
Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him closer as your thighs tremble around his head. He groans against your cunt again, the deep vibration shooting straight through you. "Quiet, darlin'," he murmurs, looking up at you through his lashes, lips gleaming with your wetness. "You want them to hear how good a real man's eatin' this pussy?"
You bite your lip, attempting to catch your breath, but with your lack of a response, Joel chuckles, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against your inner thigh, "I think you do. Think you want Jason to hear what he's missin' out 'cause you're my girl."
He dives back in with a renewed hunger, sucking your clit between his lips and flicking his tongue in fast, tight circles. Two thick fingers push inside you, curling deep to stroke that spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars behind your eyes.
Your back arches off the bed, and his arm shifted to hook over one of your legs over his shoulder. Every slow drag of his tongue and every curl of his fingers sends heat flooding through your entire body, pooling in the pit of your stomach. Your walls flutter and clench around him, your slick spreading across his lips and chin, like heâs trying to drown in your taste.
Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out and you whine, which quickly dies down when he replaces them with him tongue. He pushes it as far inside he could go as he groans, arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you close.
Your thighs shake around his head, instinctively as the pressure in your stomach continues building, your moans getting louder and louder. âThatâs it, baby,â he whispers, moving to press a soft kiss against your thigh, âLet it all out. Let everyone listeninâ know how you sound when a real manâs eatinâ this cunt.â
The thought of everyone hearing your moans, when they know who youâre living with sends a thrill down your spin as your orgasm crashes over you. You cry out his name, fingers tightening in his hair as your thighs unintentionally clamp around his head, which draws a long groan from Joel.
When it finally subsides, he finally pulls back with a satisfied smirk on his face, lips shiny with your release. He licks his lips as he climbs up over you, kissing you deeply as his tongue slides into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
Joel reaches down, wrapping one hand around the thick base of his cock, the blunt head already swollen and leaking as he rubs it slowly along your soaked folds. âGod⊠you make such pretty sounds for me.â
He notches the blunt head at your entrance right before he starts pushing in slowly. His cock stretches your entrance, inch by inch. You feel every ridge and pulsing vein as he sinks deeper. Joel groans lowly, forehead dropping to rest against yours as he watches his shaft disappear inside your body.
âFuckinâ tight darlinâ,â he breathes, pausing halfway to let you adjust, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck. âBet that kid ainât as good as this.â Once you nod, letting him know youâre ready for more, he pushes deeper until his hips are flush against yours.
He stays there for a long moment, fully seated inside you. His cock throbs inside your heat, twitching every time your walls flutter around him. His hands roam freely, one sliding up to cup the weight of your breast, thumb brushing slow circles over your hardened nipple.
âSo fuckinâ perfect,â he whispers against your lips. âAnd youâre mine. That brain, your body, all mine baby.â
When he finally starts moving, theyâre long, slow, deep rolls of his hips, letting you feel the drag of his cock almost pulling completely out before sliding back in. His pace stays unhurried as he takes his time, âGonna make sure you feel me for days, baby. Gonna have me leakinâ out of you.â
Every deep thrust grinds the coarse hair at the base of his cock against your clit. His cock fill you completely, the head kissing your cervix with each slow push, making your walls clench and ripple around him. âTell me who you belong to.â
âYou,â you gasp, hands sliding up his back to grip his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. âAll yours, Joel.â
âGood girl,â he mutters, quickening the pace slightly as he thrusts into you. He moves his hands to take your wrists and bring your hands above your head.
Your walls flutter around his cock as your second orgasm begins to build as he moves one hand to hold both of your wrists together, freeing one hand to slide back down your body to rub in tight circles around your clit.
âJoel⊠Iâm gonna cumâŠâ you pant out, your nails digging into the back of his hand.
âCum for me, darlinâ.â
You let out a cry as you let it wash over you, Joel groaning deeply at the feeling, his hips stuttering just for a moment before finding its pace. âFuck, youâre squeezinâ me so good, gonna make me cum.â
He continues fucking you through your high, and a few thrusts more, he buries himself to the hilt, hips grinding in small circles as spurts of his release flood into you. He buries his face against your neck, letting out a low groan, heavy breaths warming the skin of your neck.
âDamn, baby,â he mutters, pressing a few kisses against your neck and collarbone. âYouâre mine, you got that? Jason ainât man enough to love you.â
You nod, bringing your hand to the nape of his neck, running your fingers through the sweat-matted hair, âI know.â
He lowers his body over yours, his cock remaining inside you as he braces his forearms on either side of your head, his fingers running through the strands of hair at the top of your head.
âYouâre always mine. Even when you think youâre not.â
Taglist (let me know if you'd like to be added or removed): @kokoluwie, @cozymochaa, @picketniffler, @harriedandharassed, @rosharanfiction, @missadangel, @death-in-a-tar0t-card, @missladym1981, @armandispunk, @whattheflipsiesss, @needz1nk, @stellar3em, @taniamiller, @pascalgold, @bishtrouille, @isabellaboo2025, @mystickittytaco, @kristeng42, @haileycopter17, @petalsinblood, @vickie5446, @javiismyhsbnd
Interested from WIP Wednesday Tag: @time-for-my-weekly-spanking, @milla-frenchy
