texas sun - series masterlist (joel miller x f!reader)
series summary: Twenty years later, Joel still doesn’t know how to describe what you were to him. You’d never made any promises to each other, but you loved his daughter like she was your own. Had he known what was going to happen, he wouldn't have let you go.
description: plot inspired partially by this request. pre-outbreak! joel miller x f!reader, slow burn(ish), eventual smut. will end up covering game/tv show events. reader does not have a name, and there's no use of y/n, but she does have a fully fleshed-out backstory, friends/family with names.
warnings (will update as needed): fluff, angst, romance. multiple pov's. time jumps. smut (18+ only, minors DNI), alcohol use, marijuana use, descriptions of absent & abusive parents, eventual canon-typical violence & content. More specific warnings on each chapter.
a/n: super excited about this one, i've had so many ideas for it and it has been a pleasure to write! will try to update roughly every week or so, but i have a full-time job, so it just depends on what i can reasonably accomplish. i don't rush things out before they are ready, so please be patient. :)
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chapters:
"*" = contains smut
volume i
volume ii
volume iii
volume iv
volume v*
volume vi*
volume vii*
volume viii
volume ix
volume x
volume xi
volume xii
volume xiii
Maybe it was that one night where Joel spent a solid two hours in between your thighs, lazily lapping his tongue against your clit as his two fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, coaxing one orgasm after another, losing track around either the fourth or the fifth.
Or maybe it was when you rode his face for the first time; the entire experience was so intense and just felt so good, that both of you ended up cumming at the same time.
Your clit rubbing against his nose as his tongue eagerly pressed in and out of your core, his hand vigorously pumping his cock behind you.
Yeah, you couldn't really figure out when it began, but somewhere along the line, you became a pillow princess.
It wasn't intentional. Joel promised that he loved pleasuring you; that your pleasure was more than enough for him. And so far? From what you could tell, it has been.
You haven't tasted his cock in weeks, let alone cum before him at least twice.
Joel trying to find new ways to make you cum for hours, while he only came once or twice -or not at all, - became the new routine whenever you could manage to get each other alone in Tommy's busy little town.
You were so far into this game he was playing that you didn't even ask if he wanted anything in return anymore. You just laid there like a good girl and took it, just like he asked you too.
And that's why when he rolled you both over, demanding you fucked yourself on his cock this time, you were shocked.
"But-"
"I don't think I was asking, was I?" Joel tightened his grip on your thigh, making you whine as your hips snapped forward, grinding your clothed cunt against Joel's hip.
You bit down on your lip as you worked his belt open, grabbing the edges of his pants and tugging them down. You jumped when Joel harshly grabbed your hand, halting your movements.
"Just enough for you to ride my cock, honey. Don't get greedy now."
You simply nodded, making him grab your jaw in a tight, vice like grip that you knew would leave beautiful bruises in the morning. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the way your pussy fluttered around nothing. "I won't, baby."
Joel nodded, his hand slipping up to gently cradle your cheek with his palm. "Good girl. See? It's not that hard, hmm?"
You twisted your head in his hand so you could press a quick, gentle kiss to his palm, before tugging his pants down a little further, just enough for you to be able to ride him like he said.
You hovered your hips over his, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. You couldn't remember the last time his gaze was so intense, though the familiar chills it always came with rolled along your back, making you shiver.
Joel's hand came up gently to hold your hip. "Doin' okay?" He asked in the sweetest tone. One that did not fit the situation you were both currently in.
"Just peachy." You said, a ghost of a nervous laugh escaping your lips. You began to slowly lower your hips down, your pussy easily taking in every inch of Joel's cock as you both moaned in union.
"Fuck- yep, just like that, sweetheart." Joel grunted out, guiding your hips back up, only to pull them back down just as fast.
Though your thighs burned and your back ached, you pressed on, mesmerized by the beautiful shade of crimson that burned from Joel's chest all the way up to his forehead, where beads of sweat began well up and slip down his face.
With one hand on the headboard, you reached down with the other, slipping your fingers into his brown and gray waves of hair, before gently beginning to tug on them, relishing in the deep, guttural moan he let out.
Before you could register what happened, Joel had you flipped over on your back, legs up and over his shoulders as he began to pound into your core relentlessly. "Why'd you have to play so dirty, baby doll?" Joel bit down on your neck, his entire body shaking as he held back his orgasm as best he could.
Your nails dug into his back as though you could pull him impossibly closer, your back so far arched up against his frame that you could only take quick, shallow breaths. "Don't stop!" You squealed out, your heals digging into his back as your eyes squeezed shut, the familiar burn in your belly turning into a wave of euphoria as you came, your mouth gapped open in a tight O shape.
Joel buried his face against your shoulder and neck, sending out a quiet thank you to the lord above as you rode out your orgasm, finally allowing him to cum right after you.
You both lay there for a while, holding each other with an occasional stolen kiss every now and then, both of you still glowing from the sticky layer of sweat that covered your bodies.
You let out a long, silent yawn, molding yourself into the space between Joel's arm and his side. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, a soft, content smile lining your lips. "I love you."
Joel pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers beginning to gently drag up and down your spine. "I love you more."
"Impossible." You murmured, already beginning to drift off into the sweet heaviness of sleep.
Joel Miller x f!Reader
The Last of Us
3.2k Words/ 3rd POV
Feral Reader Masterlist
Summary: The first time there was an excuse, the second time was just about release.
(If you’ve read the other stories, this would take place after Monsters/Teeth in the timeline. Have a little smut fic to make up for all the angst I’ve been writing.)
Warning: Explicit sexual content (18+ Minors DNI)
“ With just a little taste of wasting time
Looking for honey
But she stings like she means it
She’s mean and she’s mine “
It’d been a hard day.
A/N: I repurposed a fic I had already written into this one. Thanks to @liquorlaughslove and @ziggyrocket for the advice. Feedback is always welcome.
Warnings: Smut, Oral (M/F Receiving), Unprotected Sex | 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI
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“Your destination is on the left.”
You squinted at the number on the house to the left of you. It matched the address you had been given. You double checked your GPS on your phone to make sure you were in the right place; and sure enough you were. Upon second inspection, you realized that yes, this modest and unassuming house had to belong to Professor Miller, who was a fairly modest man.
You gathered your laptop bag out of your backseat, and, taking a deep breath, you exited your car. You slowly walked up the path to the front door, debating with yourself whether or not you should turn around, get back in your car, and head to your apartment. But you didn’t, you knew you didn’t want to anyway, so you kept walking.
How you even ended up here was still shocking to you. You had been working on this final paper for your degree, but you were having trouble with it. You were stuck and running out of ideas. So, after trying everything you could think of, you finally went to your professor for some advice. If truth be told you had avoided going to him for the entire year, not because he was a horrible person, but because of your overwhelming attraction to him. To be fair, you weren’t the only one who was attracted to him. Almost every woman who took his classes was.
When you had walked in on the first day, your friend Anna had pulled you to the front row of seats where other women were vying for good spots. You didn’t understand what was going on, until after you and Anna had found seats in the second row, and he walked in asking for silence. You felt your breath hitch in your throat when you saw him and you could feel every female around you let out a collective sigh when he walked to the front and stood in front of you all. You exchanged glances with Anna, who had taken a class with him before, and she just smirked at you in a way that said “told you so.” You settled down and tried to focus on what he was saying throughout class, because, despite how distractingly handsome he was, you needed this class to graduate.
Professor Miller’s class was hands down the most challenging (hence the issue with your paper), but he was also probably one of the most brilliant professors on campus, so it was to him you reluctantly went for help. You had nervously gone to his office. His door was slightly ajar and you peeped through it, seeing him bent over some papers on his desk, his brow furrowed as he marked them. You knocked on it, causing him to look up. When he spotted you standing there, he gave you a small smile that made your stomach twist and invited you in.
“What can I help you with?” he asked, motioning for you to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“Well,” you started taking a seat. “I’ve been having trouble with this final assignment.”
“Really? With what exactly? I know you understand it, you’re one of my most brilliant students.”
You were surprised at that comment. You didn’t think he’d even noticed you.
“I-I am?”
He nodded, smiling at you again. “Of course you are. Some of the best grades, best papers I’ve ever read.”
You preened slightly at the praise. “W-well, I guess it’s more of an organizational issue.”
“Such as?”
You began to explain what you were having trouble with as he listened intently to you talk. Once you were finished he gave you some suggestions as to help you organize your paper. You nodded, taking mental notes.
“When you do that,” he said, standing up and gathering the papers he had on his desk, putting them into his briefcase. “Bring it to me to see. My office door is always open.”
You stood. “Right, will do.”
He walked over to his door, and held it open for you to walk through. You for sure thought it was your imagination, but you could swear you could feel his eyes on your body as you walked ahead of him. You tried to not think about it anymore as you headed to your shared apartment and worked on your paper. Everything Professor Miller had told you worked, but eventually you hit another block. So, of course you went back. And then again, and again. Not only was he a brilliant man and easy to talk to, he was funny too. You found yourself loosening up more around him. And you noticed during class (along with Anna and a few others) that he would smile at you a little more than the rest of the students when you’d ask something or answer one of his questions. You also noticed, during your advisement meetings, that his eyes would sometimes linger on you a little longer on you than they did at first. When you’d first noticed this, it made you warm all over.
With each meeting you spent more and more time in his office. At first you would only talk about your paper, but slowly the conversations ventured into other territories. Eventually you found yourself hanging out in his office, not even mentioning your assignment. So when he invited you over to his house to help you put the final touches on your paper over the holiday break, you agreed without really thinking about it.
That’s how you found yourself slowly walking up the path to his front door, more nervous than you had been before. He had invited you to his house and here you were, you were a little shocked at yourself for agreeing. Why would you do that? You asked yourself, but in the back of your mind, you knew why; those advisement meetings had become increasingly intimate.You knew what you wanted and what he probably wanted too, and it was for that reason you agreed.
You stood at his front door, straightening the dress you wore. You raised your hand to knock, but before you could, he opened it. He gave you that smile that made your knees go slightly weak.
“Right on time, Miss Y/N,” he drawled before stepping back and ushering you inside.
As you walked past him, you definitely could feel his eyes on your body as he closed the door behind you. You had worn the dress just for that reason, but it still made you feel warm all over.
Walking closely behind you so you could feel his warm breath on the nape of your neck, he said, “We can work in my office.”
He placed a hand on the lower part of your back, turning you in the direction he indicated. His touch sent a shiver through you you were sure he could feel, and you sighed. You knew he heard that, because you saw him smirk a bit. You followed him as he led the way. Your eyes couldn’t help but take in his body as you walked behind him; his broad muscular back, that even the dress shirt he wore couldn’t hide. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you stared at him. Of course you weren’t the first student to do that. You and a few of your other classmates had often whispered about it when he’d walk past you on campus; lewd remarks coming from all of you about what you’d do with him if you ever got the chance.
Once you were both in his office, he made his way over to his desk, picking up a chair on the way, and placing it in front of his desk for you to sit. You took your seat as he settled behind his desk.
“So, what do we need to finish?” he asked you.
“Just some final touches here and there,” you told him, reaching down and pulling your laptop out of its bag.
You turned it on and pulled up your paper, then handed it over to him. As he read over it, you couldn’t help but drink him in. It wasn’t the first time you’d done it, but you couldn’t seem to get enough of looking at him. His face, with those brown eyes that seemed to stare right through you, those cheekbones that would become prominent when he gave one of his smiles that lit up his whole face, and lips that made you curious to know how they’d feel against yours. He glanced up from the screen and saw you staring at him. You looked down at his desk quickly, as he typed something, your eyes going to his hands. Those hands. You remembered how one touch had made you feel, and you knew that, with his hands alone, he could make you come completely undone. You clenched your thighs at the thought
“Well,” he said finally, shaking you out of your thoughts. “Everything looks great, there’s just one part here, I think you could work on.”
You stood and walked over to his side of the desk, leaning over to read over the part he had been talking about. As you read and typed out the suggestions he made, you felt his hand ghosting over the back of your legs. You sucked in a breath as you felt his hand move up to the back of your thigh. Without thinking, you parted your legs as his hand went higher, still giving you suggestions as you typed.
His touch seemed to scramble your brain causing you to make more and more mistakes, red and blue lines littering your paper, the higher it went under your dress. When you felt his hand reach the apex of your thighs then push your panties to the side, you stopped typing completely and pushed your laptop to the side. You gripped the edge of the desk as you felt one of his fingers slide into your slick folds. You were so wet. When did that happen? You thought, but the idea was chased out of your mind when you felt him add another finger, making you moan softly.
When you felt him take his fingers from inside you, you let out a sigh of disappointment. He stood up behind you.
“Turn around,” you heard him say in your ear, his voice dropping an octave.
Obediently you turned to face him. You looked up into his dark eyes and felt yourself grow shy at his intense gaze. You looked down, focusing on his chest, on the way his shirt was unbuttoned and the bit skin that was peeping out.
“Look at me,” he said, placing his hand underneath your chin, and lifting your head up.
You looked back into his eyes, his stare making you tremble, not with fright, but excitement and need. He started stroking your cheek with his thumb softly.
“If you want to leave, you can,” he told you. “We can stop at any time.”
“I-I don’t want to leave.”
“You sure?”
You nodded. “Yes.”
At your answer, he bent his head and kissed you softly. You put your hand on the back of his head, pushing him closer to you, deepening the kiss. He moaned as you kissed him harder. His moans sent tingles through your body, going straight to your core, making you wetter than you’d been before. His hands dropped to your hips, pulling you towards him. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as you caught your breath. He chuckled lightly, before kissing you deeply once more, then lifting you to sit on the desk in front of his chair.
Positioning himself between your legs, he kissed you again, his lips trailing down your jaw to your neck right below your ear. You felt his hands slide up your arms to the straps of your dress. He lowered them slowly, his lips traveling lower kissing you on your shoulder. The further he pulled your dress down the lower he kissed you.
When he got to the top of your breasts, he reached around and unhooked your bra, tossing it to the side, before lowering his head and taking a nipple into his mouth. Feeling his warm mouth on you, his tongue licking around it, sucking on it, made you moan louder. He switched to your other breast, his hand going to play with the first.
He continued kissing lower, pulling your dress down lower, you lifted your hips so he could pull it off. He stood back, looking down at you sitting on his desk in nothing but your panties. He reached behind him and pulled his chair up so he could sit down. Once seated, he traced his hands up your thighs, making you close your eyes at the feel of them on your skin. They were strong but soft. He reached for your panties and he hooked his hands in the elastic and pulled them off.
You rested a foot on each of the arms of his chair, caging him between your legs. He started kissing up your thighs, until he reached your core. He glanced up at you before lowering his head and licking his tongue up your folds, licking up the juices that had collected there. You felt him moan against your pussy lips, before sliding his tongue inside you. You raised a leg and placed it on his shoulder so he could go in deeper. When you felt his nose nudge against your clit, jerked your hips up. He flicked his tongue against your clit, making you jerk your hips again. He chuckled at that, and did it once more, getting the same reaction out of you. He then began sucking on your sensitive nub, while sliding two fingers back inside you. He curled his fingers searching for your g-spot. When you let out a sound somewhere between a moan and soft scream, he knew he had it. He began teasing it with his fingers while sucking and licking at your clit.
Soon, you felt an orgasm building. You reached down, pressing his head closer to you. Your legs began to tremble as the coil inside you broke, and you came with a loud moan of his name. He lifted his head, but kept working his fingers inside you, watching you ride out your orgasm. When your breathing leveled out, he took his fingers from inside you, and stood up, looking down at you.
“You okay?” he asked.
In response, you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in to kiss you, your tongue sliding into his mouth. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue. As you kissed him, your hands were busy, undoing the buttons of his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. You pulled at the undershirt he wore, only breaking the kiss to pull it over his head. You threw it to the side, where it joined the rest of your clothes. You then hopped off the desk, reaching down to grip the belt in his pants, using it to pull him closer as you used your hands, lips and tongue to travel over the planes of his body.
He undid his belt, then his pants; pushing them down along with his boxers. When you went to kneel in front of him, he stopped you.
“Later,” he told you, before lightly pushing back onto the desk.
He lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing his dick up and down your slick folds, before pushing himself inside you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him deeper until he was completely sheathed inside you. He stood there, inside you, both of you adjusting to the feel of the other.
“Shit,” you whispered with your eyes closed. He was bigger than you had expected, stretching you deliciously.
“You okay?” he asked again.
“Mmm-hmm,” you hummed, opening your eyes and looking up into his eyes before saying: “Fuck me, now.”
Without another word, he lifted one of your legs in his arm and started moving inside you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hands rubbing up and down his back, as you moved with him. You reached up to bring his head down so you could kiss him again. When he hit that spot inside you, you moaned into his mouth.
When he grabbed your other leg in his arm, you laid back on the desk as he moved inside you faster. He leaned forward and you raised your legs, placing them on his shoulders, so he could go deeper. The head of his dick hitting your spot over and over with each thrust.
“Mmm fuck, right there.”
“Goddamn you feel so good, baby,” he groaned as you clenched your pussy around him. “Shit, so tight around me.”
You took your legs from his shoulders and wrapped them back around his waist, your arms going around his back, as your nails dug into his skin. The sounds of your moans and his groans filled the room along with the rhythmic sounds of skin slapping against skin and the softer sounds of the desk moving slightly as he continued to rut against you making your back arch off the desk.
He stood up straight pulling you with him, before pulling out and motioning for you to get off the desk. You did and he turned you around, bending you over it and slipping back inside you. His hands went to grip your hips, as he began pounding into you.
“Mmm, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he grunted. “Ever since you walked into my office. Wanted to bend you over my desk right then.”
He reached under you, using the pad of his thumb to play with your clit. You straightened up, as he continued to tease your clit.
“Fuck, I’m so close, don’t stop.”
“C’mon, then, cum, wanna feel you cum around me.”
Once again you felt that coil tighten, as you reached around and pulled his head down for another kiss. With a loud moan you broke away from the kiss as you felt the coil break and you came hard, gushing over his dick; your legs shaking. You leaned forward on the desk to hold yourself up as you caught your breath.
He kept moving inside you, chasing his own orgasm. He soon pulled out and turned you around to face him, stroking himself. You knew what he wanted and you pushed him down into his chair and knelt in front of him. Taking his dick into your hands and stroking him, you licked up the underside and around the head, before taking the head into your mouth and sucking on it. You moaned around him, tasting yourself on his dick. He gripped the arms of his chair, leaning his head back while enjoying the feel of your mouth on him. You took more inside your mouth until you gagged and began bobbing your head up and down, your hand working the rest of his shaft that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. When you felt him push down on your head, you knew he was close. You picked up your pace.
“Shit, shit, fuck,” you heard him curse, before you felt his release, his dick twitching as warm ropes of cum filling your mouth.
You swallowed as much as you could, before licking up any that had dripped out of your mouth. Once you were sure you had gotten all of it, you looked up at him. He smiled down at you, and reached to pull you up. You stood and settled on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. You both sat there in silence as he stroked your back with one hand, the other on your thigh. You nuzzled your face into his neck, your hand tracing lines on his chest.
You spoke first. “That was better than I imagined.”
“You’ve been imagining it?”
You nodded “Since the first day of class. How could I not?”
He chuckled, making you slap him lightly on his chest. You stood up and stretched.
“You about to leave?” he asked, getting up too
You turned to look at him. “Not unless you want me to.”
He bent to kiss you again as backed you into the desk, but instead of putting you up on it, he lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around him.
“Mmm, no, I’m not finished with you yet,” he said as he carried you out of his office into his bedroom. “Besides it’s a holiday so we have plenty of time.”
summary || no one pegged Joel Miller to be a jealous person, but sometimes that angry green monster got the best of him OR five times Joel Miller lost his shit over you.
author's note || i couldn't decide on one so i decided to write them all and make a series out of it. this entire fic series was inspired by ain't no sunshine by bill withers bc joel is in love ok and i also have a playlist!!
warnings || SMUT, jealousy, envy, canon typical violence, angst, insecurities, arguments, 10 year age gap, [18+ only]
In which — the newly divorced teacher across the hall from you is a lot more charming than you expected.
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
more will be added if series continues.
-> this is my first real person fanfiction I've written since I was like, thirteen years old. In respect of Pedro, there will be absolutely no smut in this series. (I might allude to it, if it's to help the plot. but it won't actually be written out.)
WARNINGS — age gap (reader is late 20s maybe early 30s and Pedro is 47.), swearing, sometimes not proofread writing. Slowburn?? additional warnings will be mentioned at the beginning of the chapters <3
texas sun - series masterlist (joel miller x f!reader)
series summary: Twenty years later, Joel still doesn’t know how to describe what you were to him. You’d never made any promises to each other, but you loved his daughter like she was your own. Had he known what was going to happen, he wouldn't have let you go.
description: plot inspired partially by this request. pre-outbreak! joel miller x f!reader, slow burn(ish), eventual smut. will end up covering game/tv show events. reader does not have a name, and there's no use of y/n, but she does have a fully fleshed-out backstory, friends/family with names.
a/n: super excited about this one, i've had so many ideas for it and it has been a pleasure to write! will try to update roughly every week or so, but i have a full-time job, so it just depends on what i can reasonably accomplish. i don't rush things out before they are ready, so please be patient. :)
fic playlist | writing masterlist | read on a03
chapters:
"*" = contains smut
volume i
volume ii
volume iii
volume iv
volume v
volume vi
texas sun - series masterlist (joel miller x f!reader)
series summary: Twenty years later, Joel still doesn’t know how to describe what you were to him. You’d never made any promises to each other, but you loved his daughter like she was your own. Had he known what was going to happen, he wouldn't have let you go.
description: plot inspired partially by this request. pre-outbreak! joel miller x f!reader, slow burn(ish), eventual smut. will end up covering game/tv show events. reader does not have a name, and there's no use of y/n, but she does have a fully fleshed-out backstory, friends/family with names.
a/n: super excited about this one, i've had so many ideas for it and it has been a pleasure to write! will try to update roughly every week or so, but i have a full-time job, so it just depends on what i can reasonably accomplish. i don't rush things out before they are ready, so please be patient. :)
fic playlist | writing masterlist | read on a03
chapters:
"*" = contains smut
volume i
volume ii
volume iii
volume iv
volume v
volume vi
Warnings: p in v, smut, professor and student, idk I'm just down bad for this man, age gap, no one is under 18..blah blah etc.
His intense brown eyes met yours, causing your heart to skip a beat. You watched as he grabbed his black case from his chair and walked towards the door.
"I have a meeting to be at," he paused, as if he was resenting the idea of it. "I'll be back in an hour."
As he reached to open the door, he turned back to you to add, "Don't bother trying to do the disappearing act, Miss. I have eyes everywhere in these hallways." He cocked his head to make his point.
You didn't bother to give him a reply, nor did he wait for it. You sighed. He might be a huge pain in the ass when it came to performing his duties as a teacher but damn, he was sure one very, very hot pain.
You looked around the classroom, now void of life except for you– and the goldfish behind the class. The blackboard was still scribbled with some algebra; it was never your favorite subject. The hands of the clock ticked slowly by; another hour of detention for not paying attention in his class. But who could ever blame you? Surely, his godlike body was more worthy of your attention than Spanish.
Having nothing else better to do, you got up and strolled to his desk. His array of books littered his brown desk and you noticed that he had left his coat hanging on his swivel chair. Oh, my.
His coat, his scent. This was just an opportunity too big to pass up. You sank into his chair and took his coat, bunching the collar against your nose. His cologne was just intoxicating and you felt a surge of juices from your pussy.
You took a deep breath. He did say that he wouldn't be back for another hour, so you were at least safe till then. Without hesitation, you pulled up your standard uniform skirt to reveal your white panties and slipped a finger inside to rub your clit. Sure enough, you were already soaking wet.
A soft moan escaped your lips as you rubbed yourself in a circular motion while inhaling his masculine scent. You imagined his long fingers, the ones that were normally wrapped around the chalk, skillfully teasing the lips of your pussy.
Your heart was beating wildly against your chest as you thought about the very situation you were in – masturbating on his chair, in his classroom, with his coat. This was as wild as it could ever get for you.
As you increased the pace of her finger, your moans intensified, though you were careful to keep it low enough so as not to be heard by anyone roaming the hallways. But your body was already on its way to heaven as you imagined all the naughty things he could do to you. It wasn't until you heard a stifled groan that wasn't from your lips that you realized you weren't alone.
It was him. He stood at the door, lips slightly parted at the sight of you. Whether he did it consciously or unconsciously, you didn't know, but his tongue flicked out to lick his lips. You didn't have time to process your thoughts or to save your last strand of dignity. You just froze.
He got over the shock much quicker than you did, stalking over to his desk, deep brown eyes locked on you. Your breathing became erratic; you were almost certain you would die from a cardiac arrest right there and then from the embarrassment. Wishing that the ground would just swallow you whole, you prayed to all the deities that he wouldn't send you to the principal's office.
"Excuse me," he spoke quietly in a tone deeper than his normal voice. "My coat, please."
He nodded at the article of clothing you held in your hand. You handed it back to him. How the hell could he even remain this calm? It was only when you glanced down from the intensity of his gaze that you noticed the bulge in his khakis.
Without saying another word, he turned on his heels and strode to the door. Perhaps, you thought, there really was a deity.
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It was dark, but luckily, it was not too dirty. You were sitting under his desk, which was covered at the sides and the front, concealing you from everyone except the person sitting on the swivel chair. Professor Pedro.
You glanced up at the classroom clock – five more minutes to his next class in this very classroom. You could already hear footsteps shuffling into the room, and the noise level was increasing steadily.
The sound of the door closing and the sudden silence indicated only one thing – he was here. You smiled; he was always early to class, even if it was free period. The silence only lasted for two seconds as sounds of chitter-chatter began to escalate again. You held your breath as you waited for him to make his way to his desk.
At first, he didn't notice you as you sat at the furthest right corner of the desk, and he managed to take his seat. It was only when he tried to push his chair further in that he caught sight of you. He looked you up and down and up again to settle on your bosoms. From his higher position, you knew that he could see your cleavage as you had unbuttoned the first two buttons of your white shirt.
He didn't say anything as he tore his eyes away to glance around the classroom. After what felt like an eternity, he folded his arms on the desk and rested his head on them. His eyes met yours.
"What are you doing under my desk?" he hissed softly.
You gave him your most sultry eyes as your answer. You shifted nearer to him and kneeled in front of him. You put a finger to your lips before moving your hands to remove his belt. One of his hands moved down to stop you as he sucked in a breath.
"Mr. Pascal, are you alright?" a student asked. Probably one of those who suck up to teachers, she thought as she stopped her hand.
He looked up and managed a weak smile. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Just a minor migraine."
"I could go and get the nurse for you," she offered a little too cheerily.
"No, Miss Kingsley," he answered a tone too loud. He added in a softer voice, "I'm fine."
She stifled a laugh as he regained his earlier posture and gave her a pained look. "Please. I beg you; don't do this."
"I know you want this as much as I do. Just relax and let me teach you a whole new world of pleasure." Your voice was a soft, seductive whisper.
Your hands moved to undo his belt again, and this time, he didn't try to stop you. You took a deep breath as you slowly unzipped him to reveal his blue briefs, strained against his erection. You never took him as a briefs kind of man, but then again, you never thought you would ever get to do this with him either.
His glassy eyes watched you as you took his member out of his briefs; it was a proud seven inches. You lowered his chair to make it easier for yourself; you didn't need a stiff neck. Once you were close enough, you looked up at him and caught his gaze as you flicked out your tongue to lick his tip.
He bit his lips to choke back a moan. No longer holding back, you took him all the way in your mouth, suppressing your gag reflex. Your left hand pumped the bottom of his shaft in sync with your head bobbing up and down along the top.
He tasted every bit as good as he smelled, and you readily lapped up his beads of pre-cum. He was breathing hard now, struggling to remain quiet. You never stopped your administrations; occasionally licking his balls.
"Mr. Pascal?" the same student called out again. "You look really sick. I think I should really go get the nurse."
His head shot up quickly. "NO! I'm fine!" he said through clenched teeth.
The class must have been taken aback by his outburst as a veil of silence fell upon them. You slowed down but didn't stop; just alternating between sucking and licking his head.
"I'm sorry, Miss Kingsley. But if you would just leave me to rest, I'll be alright," he managed to say in a calmer tone. To the rest of the class, he sternly told them to continue on with what they were doing.
With a sigh, he lowered his head to rest on his arms again. You smiled at him before taking him into your mouth again. He closed his eyes and let out a soft groan.
"Faster…" he murmured.
You were rewarded with a silent curse as you increased your speed, taking him deep in your throat. One of his hands moved down to grip his own thigh tightly and you could hear his heavy breathing; a gasp escaping his lips every now and then. He was close, you knew.
He looked into your eyes and said in a strangled voice, "I'm cumming…"
You didn't stop as you felt spurts of hot liquid fill your mouth. His hands were now covering his face as he rested his elbows on his desk, no doubt trying to muffle his scream of release. His entire body shuddered like he was in a freezer. You couldn't help but smile as you swallowed and licked the remaining cum off his dick. Damn, he tasted so sweet; you wanted more.
You could only imagine how the ass kisser and maybe the entire class must be staring at him now, though no one was brave enough to question him again. What was going on with Mr. Pascal – the teacher who never lazed in class, the one who never lost his cool? You grinned.
When he had recovered, he seemed to be writing something above you on his desk. You could only sit and wait for the class to end before you could leave. You helped him to zip up and buckle his belt again. No one could have ever guessed what was going on below his desk.
His hand reached down and in it held a piece of paper. You took it and unfolded it quickly. Written in big, red letters was the word DETENTION! You smirked and looked up at him. Your gazes caught for only a quick second before he looked away at the class.
"Alright, you all may leave now," he announced, standing up.
Surprised gasps, small cheers and sounds of chairs scraping against the floor travelled to your ears. You had to admit that you were rather surprised at his action as well. You thought that he would at least wait for the period to end.
As students were leaving the classroom, you heard the girl's voice. "I hope you feel better soon."
Oh, he will.
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The clock on the wall read 1 o'clock in the afternoon. You were already waiting in his classroom. He was late. Mr. Pascal was never late.
You started to worry. Would he even show up? Maybe he was too startled by your advances. Maybe he told the principal. Maybe he was playing you. Maybe…
Your thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the door. He stepped in and shut the door behind him. The audible click that echoed between the walls of the room raised goose bumps on your skin. This was the reality; you were locked inside his classroom alone.
At first, he did not move; his eyes just bored into you for what felt like a really long time. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest, and your palms were becoming clammy. You wished that he would just do something, anything, instead of just staring intensely at you – tell you that you're a slut, slap you, kiss you. Anything!
Finally, he took a step forward and his long legs only needed a few strides before he was right in front of you. You were sitting on the edge of his table; the very one under which you had given him a blowjob just earlier in the day.
He nudged your legs apart with his own and stood between them. He placed his hands on either side of you and leaned in so close until his face was only millimeters away from yours that your breaths mingled.
"You will be the end of me," he whispered.
With that, his lips crashed on to yours. Your eyes fluttered close as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands moved to touch your back as he deepened the kiss. You moaned into his mouth when he slipped his tongue inside.
You pulled his shirt out of his pants and slipped your hands under it to feel his abs. Oh; he really had the body of a god. Trailing your hands downwards, you unbuckled his belt as he kissed a trail of hot kisses down your neck, nibbling softly when he reached the edge of your collar. His hands grabbed your breasts and massaged them with fiery passion, making you arch your back into him.
His pants fell, followed by his briefs. His erection sprang up, even bigger than before. His lust-filled eyes met yours again before you shared another fervent kiss. His long fingers skillfully unbuttoned your white blouse, revealing your cream colored skin contrasted against your black bra.
When you pulled away from the kiss, his eyes looked seriously at you. "Are you sure?"
He was giving you a chance to back out. But did you want to? Hell, no. You were the one who initiated this anyway.
His hands were lingering on the ends of your skirt and you took them in yours, bunching the skirt up to your waist. That was all the encouragement he needed. You were wearing matching black panties today. The corners of his lips rose at the sight.
"You're quite the little devil," he growled.
One flick of his finger and your panties were on the floor. He pulled you closer to the edge of the desk and positioned his member at your wet entrance. With one hard thrust, he was deep inside and stretching you.
Youbit his neck to stifle your moan. A few seconds later, when he was certain that you had stretched enough to accommodate him, he began moving in and out, grabbing your ass to maintain his rhythm. Your arms wrapped around his neck while your fingers pulled at his short brown hair at the nape. You had to clench your mouth to prevent yourself from moaning out loud.
Finding that he couldn't move as much as he wanted to, he pushed you down against his desk, scattering his books and making some fall on to the floor. He took your legs and rested them on his shoulder. Holding on to your legs, he could now thrust even deeper.
Your hand moved to cover your mouth as you moaned from the intense pleasure. He was hitting your sweet spot over and over again and it felt so good that you couldn't hold back your moans anymore. Your other hand was clutching at the edge of the desk; your knuckles were probably white as sheets. He pushed into you at a steady rhythm, occasionally pushing you ass up to get a better angle.
Suddenly, he pulled you off the desk and flipped you around; your chest landing heavily with a thud. Your hands were splayed across the desk as he did you hard, doggy-style. You turned her head around to look at him.
Then, he smacked ass hard on your ass; you were sure he left a mark. "You've been a very bad girl."
Another loud smack.
"Oh, yessssss, punish me," you rasped. You had never felt so turned on in her life before.
He continued to smack you hard while ramming into your pussy. One of his fingers was busy rubbing your clit, making you clench your fists in pure bliss. Soon, you felt your orgasm building and you rocked back into him, matching his rhythm.
You threw your head backwards as the waves and waves of pleasure hit. His hand quickly covered your mouth as you cried out in satisfaction. The contractions of your pussy made him unable to control himself anymore and he pulled out of you, squirting his cum all over your ass.
You managed to whip your head around to look at his face when he came. He had closed his eyes, and his mouth was slightly parted. You could definitely get used to this. He opened his eyes and caught you looking at him.
"You know what happens when you do something else besides your homework during detention?"
I hope this is not too late for the stephen smut ideas but imagine having kitchen sex with him in the morning. I think he'd be an early riser and would make breakfast for the him and the reader. The reader would be the type to not wake up early and would find an empty bed. She'd go to the kitchen to find him making breakfast shirtless or something and I guess she'd be super turned on watching him and start distracting him. Imagine him railing the reader literally on the fridge or the counter. Smut aside, ahhh husband material Stephen with the cooking 😩
hubby material to the MAX. i headcanon that one of the few things stephen still enjoyed doing/practicing with his hands after the accident was cooking so he just got SO good at it. he's hot AND he can cook? smash. 18+ below the cut! stephen is serving major malewife energy.
As soon as you began to stir you were aware of the absence of your boyfriend in the bed with you. His warmth was gone, the dip toward that side of the bed non-existence. You immediately pouted, sitting up in the bed with a little 'hmph,' looking around the room for any sign of him or his whereabouts. When you opened the bedroom door to the large hallways leading to the grand staircase, it didn't take your nose five seconds to puzzle out exactly where he'd gone.
You bolted down the stairs without a second thought, making a break for the kitchen, and bursting through the door with a huge grin on your face. A grin that only got wider at the sight of your absolute hunk of a man.
Stephen stood in front of the stove flipping bacon, no shirt, a pair of joggers, and a classic apron that said 'kiss the cook.' You may or may not have been the buyer. It felt like you both benefited enough from such a purchase. And he claimed to hate it, but he sure did wear it an awful lot.
You stood silently in the doorway for a moment, watching the way his back tensed, muscles flexing in the most beautiful way. So fucking delicious.
Stephen turned around to put the now dirty pan in the sink, his eyes flickering to you and offering a wide smile, "Well, good morning, Baby."
You could have melted. That messy morning hair, his pecs not quite hidden behind that apron, light shining through the window behind him illuminating his frame perfectly.
Didn't matter how good the food smelled when he looked like that. There was clearly something much tastier in need of your attention.
"Good morning..." You murmur, leaning against the door frame to support yourself, still shamelessly taking in his frame
Together for nearly three years and he could turn you into a puddle with nothing more than a smile and a single conveniently missing article of clothing.
Stephen watched you out of the corner of his eyes. You'd rolled straight out of bed and set out on your journey to find him. Your hair was tied back off your face messily, a pair of fuzzy socks on your feet, one of his t-shirts hanging off of your frame. You looked so goddamn cute. Cute and sleepy and his.
"We got bacon, eggs, and I'm about to start on biscuits." Stephen says pulling a bowl out from under the counter as the pantry seemingly opens on its own and more ingredients fly to the island
You watch as Stephen reaches into the flour bag and puts a light dusting over the counter. His forearms look... so ridiculously good for such a menial task. You skip over to Stephen and squeeze yourself between him and the counter, batting your lashes at him and asking sweetly, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Stephen's lips quirk to the side and he gives you a suspicious look, "No, Little Miss Sunshine, I've got it." He places a kiss on your forehead, careful to keep his flour-covered hands away from you, "You just relax this morning."
"'Mkay." You agree, reaching up and running your hand down his chest and noting, "I owe you something according to your apron."
Stephen smiles and leans down, pressing his lips against yours quickly. Far too quickly. You grab his waist and reach behind his back to untie the apron. Stephen smirks down at you, understanding exactly what sort of mood you woke up in. You quickly reach up to his neck and untie the tie there as well, immediately bringing your hand up to thread your fingers through his hair, forcing him back down into a rough, desperate kiss.
Stephen returned the kiss eagerly, but pulled away to tease, "I'm trying to make you breakfast, Baby Girl."
"I'd prefer if you tried to make me cum instead." You breathe out against his lips, trailing your hands down to his bulge and groping him gently
"Try? We passed try a long tome ago now."
"Perfect, it'll be nice and quick and you can get back to your cooking."
Stephen gives a little sigh, "You are such a distraction, you know that?"
"Mhm." You hum happily, pressing kisses along his neck, "If you didn't want me horny you shouldn't be parading around here dressed like a slut and acting like a husband." You slide your hand into the waist band of his sweats, delighted to discover they were all he wore, "How could any woman resist the urge to jump your bones when you do that?"
Stephen chuckled and mused, "I think I'd like a t-shirt with that printed on it. 'Dresses like a slut, acts like a husband.'" His eyes fluttered shut as you started solidly stroking him
"I'll make it for you if you fuck me." You barter
Stephen surrendered to the offer of pleasure, pulling your hand from his pants and throwing your arms around his neck. His lips found yours as he stooped down to grope at your ass. He gave it a little slap, the sound echoing around the kitchen, and you giggled against his lips, causing him to break out into a grin. Stephen reluctantly removed his hands from your butt, placing them instead on your thighs, and lifting you as if you weighed nothing onto the counter.
"A quickie. You hear me?" Stephen says seriously, grasping your face and smooshing your cheeks together
You nod fervently and Stephen chokes back a laugh when he withdraws his hand, finding a bright white imprint. He glanced to the counter behind you and... yeah. He was about to make an absolute mess of his counter. He smiled to himself at the notion... there were worse things to deal with on a Saturday morning. Your lips sought his again as he trailed his hand up your legs to your hips, pulling impatiently at the fabric of your panties to slide them down your legs.
"Scoot forward and use your hands or forearms as a brace, Baby." Stephen demands, already pulling you toward the edge of the counter with one arm while tugging his pants down with the other, "You ready for me?"
You nod enthusiastically, "Ready... please."
Stephen grinned as he lined up with your entrance, holding you up at the small of your back, your arms a support behind you like he'd instructed, your legs wrapped around his waist. Safe? No. Hot? Undeniably. He was loving the fact that you weren't wearing a bra under his tee, the natural movement of your breasts as you shifted around such a subtle tease– something absolutely unintentional– but magnificent all the same.
You gave a silent sigh as Stephen slotted himself inside you, throwing your head back in pure relief.
"Christ, you were already wet." Stephen teases, taking one hand and running it up toward your still clothed chest, streaks of white being left in his wake, "What has you such a horny mess this morning, Baby Girl?"
"A-already told you." You manage out, "Y'look like a slut and act like a husband. Doesn't get sexier than that, Steph."
He grinned, leaning down and kissing you briefly before goading you on, "Gonna make it true one day. Might be just a bit sexier then." Stephen chuckled when the suggestion caused you to clench around him tight, "Oh, you like that? Wanna be my wife, Baby Girl?" He gives your lips another quick peck before patronizing, "L-looks like a sweet little wife, but acts like a s-slut? Desperate for my cock first thing in the morning?"
You laughed, tossing your head back and letting out a moan before looking back to Stephen and promising, "Whatever you want, Stephen. S'long as I'm yours?"
Stephen groaned and thrust into you roughly, "Good fuckin' girl." He looks you over and smiles, "We're gonna need a serious shower after this."
You giggle and nod through a moan, "Mhm... my turn to mark you up next."
"I said a quickie." Stephen reminds you sterly
You bite into your bottom lip and give him beggars eyes, "I'm a different kind of hungry this morning. Fuck the food, Steph. Just fuck me."
the stable girl* — soft but hesitant!joel develops a crush on reader, the new horse trainer at the stables. he’s reluctant to believe that he deserves someone as good as you, but with everyone falling in love and finding happiness around him, he can’t help but start to feel hopeful too. (COMPLETED)
breaking up slowly* — a four-part series where joel and his ex-girlfriend, reader, find themselves tasked with escorting Marlene’s immune teenage ward to the Fireflies. all the yearning and all the lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers shit that makes me happy. (ONGOING)
elementary* — you’re Sarah’s fifth grade teacher, and after meeting her father at a parent/teacher conference, you find yourself developing a strong interest and affection for the two struggling Millers. (ONGOING)
ONESHOTS
A Symptom of Age* — joel is exhausted and has a case of impotence, reader proves she doesn’t care the best way she knows how. 3.4k
What I Love* — joel details what he loves about reader. soft sex. 1.4k
Christmas Tree Farm* — part of 8 Days of Christmas ‘22. from The Stable Girl universe. smut and domestic fluff. 4.2k
Drunken Serenade* — smutty fluff about how reader won over the grumpiest guy in Jackson. 2.5k
The Babysitter* — pre-outbreak!joel x babysitter!reader. smut and feelings. 1.2k
Dust To Dust* — reader and joel have a well-practiced routine. smut and soft ending. 2k
Not-so Formal Introduction — reader meets joel’s family for the first time in an awkward way. 1.7k
A Warm Bed — reader gets lonely and so does joel. FILTH. 3.4k
DRABBLES
The Visit* — part of Spooktacular ‘22. ghost!joel visits a mourning reader. sad vibes and ghost sex.
Trick Or Treat — Joel takes Sarah trick-or-treating and meets you.
Summery : after the blip Stephen has to face one more enemy; his feelings for you
Warnings : idiots in love, Stephen being in denial about his feelings, blip trauma, fluff that will potentially turn into angst (you know me)
So this is the prologue of this idea based on this ask that instead of a one-shot I decided to make into a series. This part is written from Stephen's point of view.
Stephen Strange had been many things in his life. An excellent example of a student according to his professors, one of the most well acclaimed neurosurgeons the world has ever known,a cocky asshole according to his coworkers, a womanizer according to all of his ex (heartless dick was the term used more often)But what he did not expect to be was a hero.
Stephen Strange was a universal hero, saving not only half of earth's but the universe's population. Now little children drew pictures of him, dressed up like him for halloween, people asked for photos and autographs they even made pages dedicated to him on social media. He was known, loved, admired, recognised by millions and if you excluded the blip his life was a dream. For a man like him who sought perfection in each ascept, in every little detail of his life, it all was a dream, his world was some short of utopia.
And then you came into the picture. You, you, lovely you who just had to turn his world upside down.
Don't get him wrong, he didn't hate you. How could he (that didn't mean he hadn't tried in the past). But how you made him feel was just enough to destroy everything. Well who is he kidding?
The truth was that he hated it. Everything that revolved or had anything to do with you he simply hated it. How his stomach twisted every time he smelled your perfume, that painful feeling of anticipation when he was to see you, how his palms get sweaty when you were around,how he smiled with the mere thought of you, how his heart beated uncontrollable when he talked with you at the point of paining him so much he just wanted to rip it out of his chest.
No, he hated it with all his heart. Utterly and completely. Perfection was about control and the way those feelings struck him was everything against it. There was no control in falling in love, how the heart suddenly got a mind of its own, how it defied logic, how it made him act like a seven year old stuttering and tripping over his words
(but it made you laugh. Humiliating but perhaps worth it)
To his eyes Stephen was nothing great but escpecially when it came to the matters of his heart he was also a coward.
"Good morning" he snapped himself out of his thoughts entering the kitchen where you had already woken up early and made tea.
"Oh hi" you beamed him a smile and he violently bit down his tongue to hold himself from smiling back. "Want some tea?" Stephen hummed, unable to talk, eyeing you quietly up and down however your every careful and precise move as you made him his tea (as always choosing his favorite cup, adding the perfect amount of honey just like he liked it).
You had known him many years (not so many without the blip but still), living with him in the Sanctum his apprentice he liked to call you thought you were practicing the mystic arts a long time before he did. You weren't friends, he wouldn't use that word. You were patient and understanding with him at the first period of his studies but after becoming Sorcerer Supreme for some reasons you still kept your distance.
Only for everything to chance with the blip. After coming back everything was different alongside you too, no matter how much you both tried to cling onto who you used to be. Things had changed because of the desperate need to connect with something somewhat stable he could perhaps call you now a friend.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked
"Yeah, you?"
He knew you were lying. There was a very specific type of uncomfortness clouded over the futures of your face each time you lied, an easy to spot uneasiness he had come to easily recognise after times of observing your beautiful face. He couldn't really blame you though. After five years being blipped he too avoided closing his eyes, afraid he'd be dragged back into that cold darkness.
"Yes" he said, his hands reaching for the cup you held to him, your hands accidentally brushing against each other for a mere moment enough however to memorize that softness of your touch.
"Thank you Y/N" finally he said and only now you met his gaze.
He could say your name a million times, repeat it for an eternity and never get bored of its godly sound.
Every morning it was the same dream, the same nightmare. You in the kitchen making his tea so beautiful, so lovely,warm, so oblivious of the caos you caused inside of him, so close to him you were almost his. Until he said your name and brought himself back to reality. And just like that you felt cold, distant , putting him so far from you in the most cruel way keeping him away. You stood so close to him yet you weren't his, perhaps you'd never be.
His heart once again beated faster than he could catch on while his thoughts tripped over one another, all the things he wanted to tell you, all the things he couldn't say becoming a mess as he starred into your eyes. Before finally saying in a surprisingly calm and steady voice "You know you can wake me up and you can't sleep right?"
"Am I interrupting something?" Suddenly Wong walked in, uncomfortably standing in the middle of the kitchen looking at you two as with his entress you immediately broke eye contact, one of you staring at the floor while the other at the ceiling.
"No. I was just gonna check those books you asked me to" you quickly said, leaving your cup on the counter before hastily walking away from them.
Wong observed as Stephen's eyes drafted on your back followed your figure till you completely got out of the room, like a sad puppy staring at its owner leaving them at home and leaving. He fakely coughed trying to get his friends attention back to him.
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