This isn’t easy for me to post, but I need to. I’m not leaving Tumblr entirely—I’ll still be around to post about football and Joe—but I’m stepping away from writing, at least for now.
It’s not forever, but I’m in the process of turning my life around in ways I won’t fully get into. I’ve realized that pouring so much of my mental energy into writing smut hasn’t been good for me personally or spiritually. It’s taken such a huge toll on me. I can no longer ignore it.
That doesn’t mean I won’t ever share sweet things or light fluff from time to time—but for now, my focus has to shift. I need to pour into school. I need to take care of my health. I need to prioritize healing. And I believe stepping back from this kind of content is one of the necessary steps in that process—even if it’s difficult.
I’m not doing okay right now and my daily life has changed drastically within the past week. This is something—one of many things—I have to do for myself. I have to do this to save my health, my mind and my relationship with my belief.
Please don’t hate me for it—but if you choose to unfollow, I understand and respect that. I’ll be okay. Truly.
Im still going to be around. Still posting about football and our smexy Joe.
I’m curious if the people around Joe and Doll have noticed that he’s treating her differently? Like are Jamarr and Nylah exchanging glances and whispering to each other like “did you just see what I saw?”
Nylah was the first to clock it. She didn’t say anything at first, just watched with that knowing squint she got when something wasn’t adding up. But then she started elbowing Ja’Marr in the ribs every time they did something… off.
“I’m telling you, he’s different with her,” she’d whisper, practically vibrating beside him. But Ja’Marr would just roll his eyes, brushing her off.
But then one night, Ja'Marr saw it for himself.
It was a calm night for once at the frat house—no music shaking the walls, no shouting from the backyard, just a quiet hum of conversation and the smell of Nylah’s fresh brownies wafting through the kitchen.
Most of the guys were crowded around the island, joking and eating straight from the pan, but Doll was curled up on the couch in the living room, tucked into the corner. Her legs were pulled to her chest, eyes heavy, nibbling on a brownie like it was the only thing keeping her awake.
Nylah leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching Joe walk towards the fridge, her elbow nudged Ja’Marr sharply in the side.
“Watch,” she whispered.
Ja’Marr groaned low under his breath. “Again? Ny, you been sayin’ that all week. Nothin’—”
“Just shut up and look.”
He sighed but followed her line of sight.
Joe didn’t say anything. Didn’t even glance around to see if anyone was watching. He opened the fridge, grabbed the milk, and poured a glass. Then, casually, he walked it over to the couch and set it on the table in front of Doll.
She blinked up at him. “Thanks,” she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy.
Joe just nodded, straight-faced, and walked away like it meant nothing.
Ja’Marr’s brows lifted slowly. “Ain’t no way.”
Nylah smirked. “Right?”
He said, still staring at Doll, “She didn’t even ask for milk.”
“Didn’t have to,” Nylah said, her tone smug as she shrugged, “He knows she likes milk with her sweets.”
can we get a blurb of joe cumming in his boxers while eating doll out (preferably with a lot of talk about his pussy eating nose 🙂↕️) love your stuff <333 !!!
A/N: I #failedatthis 😵💫
Joe was gone—eyes half-lidded, jaw slack, smelling like smoke and a little sweat. He’d just gotten back from a smoke session with the guys, limbs loose and heavy as he dragged himself upstairs and into his room.
Doll was already there, stretched out on her back in the middle of his bed, phone balanced in one hand while her thumb lazily scrolled. She glanced up when he walked in, caught the hazy look in his eyes, and let out a soft chuckle before turning her attention back to TikTok.
Joe didn’t say anything. Just tossed his keys and wallet onto the desk with a careless thud. Shirt came off next. Then his jeans. He left both in a lazy pile by the door, padding barefoot to the bed in nothing but his boxers—his usual wind-down routine.
Except he didn’t slide under the covers beside her.
He climbed into bed and shuffled himself between her legs, pressing his chest against her lower half like it was his designated spot. Face nuzzled against her belly, arms lazily wrapping around her thighs like he needed to be there.
Doll’s phone dipped as she looked down at him, brows raised. “Joe.”
He didn’t lift his head. “Shhhh,” he hushed, lips brushing her skin. He brought a hand to her thigh, dragging his palm slowly up and down. His touch was heavy, a little clumsy, fingers splaying wide before squeezing at the softest parts—her hip, the inside of her thigh—gripping like he was testing how far she’d let him go.
Her shorts were already halfway down her thighs before she could think to stop him—not that she was going to. Joe had already settled between her legs like he was made to fit there, tongue dragging up her center in one slow, wet stroke that made her gasp.
The first taste made him moan. Loud.
His hands slipped beneath her ass, pulling her forward until her hips lifted just enough for him to bury his mouth against her—tongue broad and greedy as he licked a slow path from her entrance to her clit, sucking hard when he got there like he couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck,” he rasped, the word barely coherent as it dragged from his throat, already slurred with how drunk he was on her.
“You taste—” he cut himself off, tongue plunging back into her with a groan that vibrated against her skin, slow and savoring, like he was trying to memorize every part of her from the inside out. “So fucking good,” he finally finished, voice wrecked, breath pouring out of him in heavy, uneven waves as his mouth stayed pressed against her heat.
His mouth latched onto her clit, tongue teasing in a shifting rhythm—slow, then fast, then slow again—as if he was deliberately testing her reactions, chasing the desperate sounds she couldn’t hold back.
When he pulled away just enough to dip lower and collect more of her arousal on his tongue, her hips thrust forward, grinding insistently against his face, her clit catching sharply on the tip of his nose.
Without hesitation, he slid two long fingers into her slick entrance, pressing deep, before capturing her puffy clit with his mouth once more, licking and sucking with renewed hunger.
“Please,” she gasped, voice barely stable, “fingers—Joe, deeper, please—”
He didn’t hesitate. The stretch slow but full, and the second he curled them upward she cried out.
“That’s it,” he egged, his hot breath against her clit as she clenched around his fingers as she took them deeper.
Her hips moved like she couldn’t stop, rolling into his face while he licked and sucked and moaned into her, letting her ride his tongue, his nose catching her clit with every pass. His jaw worked hard, lips and chin wet, and every sound she made had him rutting deeper into the mattress—slow, desperate thrusts. He was getting off on just the taste of her.
She tugged at his hair, hard, and he growled into her.
"Yes—Yesyesyes, don't stop," she whimpered, heels digging into the bed as her thighs started to shake. “You feel so f—so good—Joe—don’t stop—”
He couldn’t have stopped if he tried.
Her fingers tangled tightly in his curls, holding him firmly in place as she ground her throbbing clit against his tongue, rutting onto his face with desperate need. Slick and perfect, her wetness coated his lips and chin, and he didn’t just take it—he reveled in it, groaning low and deep.
His fingers curled harder inside her, pressing exactly into that tender, spongy spot that sent shivers through her and made her cry out uncontrollably.
His hips stuttered. Another grind into the bed. He was panting now, nose bumping her clit again and again, tongue dragging up to meet it between each thrust of his fingers. She was getting louder—closer—and he knew.
He suckled harder, faster, letting her ride his tongue while his fingers plunged deep, working her spasming walls as they clenched tight around him. His body tensed with every sharp, gasped moan she spilled.
When she came—loud and breathless, thighs locking fiercely around his head—Joe followed, undone by the sensation. Her grip tightened, and he didn’t resist, never breaking his mouth from her clit, never slowing the relentless rhythm of his fingers.
He came purely from her taste and the way she cried his name— continuing to grind against his mouth, desperate to stretch out every moment of release.
His moans were muffled against her as he spilled deep into his boxers, hips rutting against the mattress with slow, desperate thrusts that shook his whole body. The fabric beneath him grew slick and sticky with his load, undeniable proof of how messy he was. Still, he didn’t pull away—his lips stayed wrapped around her clit, tasting her even as she trembled and rode out her high.
But then he felt it—the slow leak of his release seeping through the thin cotton, a heat spreading against his skin that made him suddenly aware. The raw reality hit him with a jolt: he’d come in his boxers. It was a sensation he’d never experienced awake before, only in the foggy edges of wet dreams. A rush of heat crept up his neck, flushing his cheeks, and he wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or what.
Slowly, he peeled himself away, careful not to disturb her curled form as she lay stretched out, eyes fixed on the ceiling with that satisfied, almost smug expression as she tried to catch her breath. He grabbed a pair of soft plaid pajama pants from the floor and moved quickly to the bathroom, the quiet shuffle of his footsteps filling the room.
When he came back, Doll was already nestled in her spot on the bed, watching him with a playful glint in her eyes. Her gaze flicked down to the crumpled, wet fabric clutched loosely in his hands before he tossed it beside the laundry hamper with a soft thud.
“Fuck, what you lookin’ at me like that for?” His voice was rough and scratchy. His eyebrows drew together as he plopped down beside her, trying to keep his composure.
“Did you cum?” she asked quietly, the edge of a smile tugging at her lips. “In your boxers?”
Joe froze for a moment, eyes locking with hers, the room thick with the unspoken. Then, a slow, crooked smirk spread across his face, “Shut up.”
Question I can’t remember if before the whole new years stuff if doll and Joe ever kissed on the neck or anywhere else but the lips? Or gave hickeys and stuff, is that also new after the whole new years stuff?
That’s all new! Hickeys were rare, and neck kisses were definite no-go. But lately… 🤭
Do they still have sleepovers after everything?? I feel like that was lowkey such a cute dynamic that they had :(
Yes, they do! There was a bit of a break where neither of them stayed over—it felt awkward for a while—but they eventually got past it. Joe was actually the first one to start crashing again.
One night he showed up at Doll’s place absolutely fried, begged her to bake his favorite cookie recipe, then knocked out on her couch before they even finished baking. After that, the sleepovers just slowly started happening again!
do doll and joe ever hold hands like when there out or just ever?
like what are joe and dolls thoughts on holding hands
(holding hands is one of my favourite things so I’m just curious)( also i love your writing so much💗💗)
Holding hands is too intimate for Joe 😣 Doll’s tries—she’ll casually slip her hand into his, and he’s either quick to swat it away or pulls his hand back like he didn’t realize what she was doing.
The only times they ever really hold hands are during sex (sometimes) or when Doll’s drunk and all over him, and Joe’s forced to keep her close so he doesn’t lose her in the crowd. He doesn’t despise it… it just feels too real, too close.
okay i have multiple requests….but can you make one where joe helps calm the reader down after she has a breakdown from everything building up/anxiety? (in a fluff mood!)
Is this an LSU!Joe request or a normal Joe fic request? Just curious because I am only taking requests for my LSU!Joe x Doll AU :)
love the blurbs but why am I stressed that we didn’t see anything after the last part of the new years section like I’m scared now that they just…jumped back into sex and man’s still sees her as his ex and Doll is kinda going through it with her mom 😅
But he basically kissed her in the daddy blurb so that’s a thing now 😏
Ahh! I’m sorry I’m stressin’ you out, boo!! 😭 honestly, the skip was on purpose—I wanted to show that they truly didn’t talk anything out beyond what was said in the last part. and yeah… I already see the messages coming into my inbox lol. yes, I agree—Joe needs to quit seeing Doll as his ex and grow some damn balls. and Doll? she needs to grow some too and LEAVE HIS ASS.
BUT ALSO… that would be the end of the AU😭 and that’s just not them. it’s trauma. it’s ego. it’s two people who might have something real but have no idea how to handle it. even if they did have feelings (not saying they do or dont), neither of them want to be in a relationship. and you can like—or even love—someone and still do absolutely nothing about it. doesn’t mean never… but for now? yeah. it’s avoidance, it’s denial, it’s “let’s fuck and pretend none of it happened.”
some of y’all have picked up on the shift. because there is one. the dynamic’s different. it’s slow. messy. and I really appreciate everyone who’s being patient with me as I write this the way I feel <3
as for you being stressed—I’m sorry again, love! nothing was skipped. you’re totally right. they really did just jump back into sex without fixing anything 😭 but Joe + the ex situation, Doll + her mom and her own history… all of that is coming. I promise <3
I hope this made sense to everyone and I hope it made you feel a bit better towards the AU!
P.s: I love that everyone is peeping him almost kissing her. It was such a minimal detail I slipped in there and EVERYONE is freaking out. Its cracking me up
Speaking of cr*aming, but like imagine Joe getting off to a video he filmed of the *mess* she made on his pp after they finished fucking 🤭
-hoodharlow
A/N: shoutout @hoodharlow for always leaving some smexy requests ❤️🔥
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Joe muttered a curse under his breath, pissed she left him like this—hard, leaking, and losing his damn mind—but deep down, he was grateful.
Grateful she let him hit record. Because this? This was exactly what the video was for—this moment, with his cock in his hand, watching her fall apart all over him on loop. Joe couldn’t stop watching.
He was sprawled out on the bed, high and feral, hand pumping his cock like he hadn’t just fucked her an hour ago—like she hadn’t already left with his cum dripping out of her, her thighs shaking, mumbling something about coloring night with Dove while she limped to the door.
He was still wet from her, still slick with her all over him. It didn’t matter that he already came. His dick was aching again—throbbing—the second he opened that video.
It started with her ass in focus. High angle. His hand on her ass as she bounced on his cock, hard. Not lazy, not soft. Throwing it back against him with everything she had—loud, wet, skin smacking against skin. She was using him—fucking herself on him like her life depended on it.
And that fucking mess—
Her pussy was foaming around him. Creamy, white slick coating the base of his dick, dripping down his balls, pooling where their bodies met. Every time she slammed back down, it spilled more, squelching loud and filthy, soaking him to the fucking thighs.
“Goddamn,” Joe groaned, his voice hoarse as he fisted his cock tighter, the sound of his palm slapping wet against his shaft blending with the video. He scoffed in disbelief, eyes locked to the screen, lips parted. “Sloppy little cunt makin’ a fuckin’ mess on me—look what you're fuckin’ doin'.”
She was moaning in the video—high and broken—her words incoherent, her hands braced on the mattress as she worked herself back against him, again and again like she couldn't stop.
Her thighs were trembling. Her pussy was fluttering, struggling to stay stretched around him. And all she could do was fuck herself stupid on his cock while he filmed it.
In the background, his voice was rough, ragged. “That’s right. Keep bouncin’ on it like a dumb little slut. Look at that mess you’re makin’. Look how wet you got my fuckin’ dick.”
Joe groaned—loud—fingers tightening around his shaft, slick with a mix of spit, precum, and arousal from earlier. He could feel how sensitive his tip was, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t care. He was already close again, already grinding up into his own fist like it was her.
“Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ good,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
In the video, she threw her head back and gasped—eyes rolled up, mouth open—completely gone. His dick was still inside her, coated in both their release, and with every bounce, more of it spilled around his base. Thick, white, sticky. Obscene.
Joe looked down at himself and cursed—his own cock just as messy, his stomach smeared in spit and precum, the head of his cock red and leaking.
His voice in the video grunted, “Gonna make you clean it up with that pretty fuckin’ mouth. You hear me? Gonna make you clean your mess off my cock like a good girl.”
That did it.
Joe’s hips snapped up into his hand, his jaw falling open in a low, guttural moan as his cock twitched violently, spilling across his stomach in thick, hot ropes. His back arched, eyes fluttering shut, the image of her ruined, messy pussy flashing like fire behind his eyelids.
He stayed like that for a second—panting, sticky, wrecked.
Then glanced at the screen again. She was still riding. Still moaning his name. Still creaming. The mess between them only grew—slick and white, building around the base of his cock in a thick, sticky ring that spread with every thrust back, every wet slap of her pussy taking him deeper.
I don’t know if anyone has ever asked but have Doll and Joe ever hooked up in a car?
Also love your writing!
Before Practice — LSU!Joe x Doll Blurb
Doll sat curled on the edge of the bed, her legs tucked beneath her, an unmistakable pout softening her features. Her eyes followed Joe as he moved through the room in that early-morning haze, sluggish and half-awake but still ticking through his routine.
He moved from the closet to the bathroom and back again, the floor creaking beneath his heavy footsteps, every motion carrying the weight of someone used to early hours but never quite fond of them.
He yanked open a drawer, grabbed a pair of compression tights, and haphazardly shoved his pads into his duffel bag without a second glance.
The pale blue light filtering through the windows barely illuminated the room, the fog outside dulling even the promise of sunrise. His hoodie hung crooked off one shoulder as he wrestled it on, dragging it down over his rumpled shirt with a huff.
“How long are you gonna be gone?” Doll’s voice was quiet, sleepy-soft, barely above a whisper.
Joe didn’t look at her. He just scoffed under his breath, shaking his head as he tossed a Gatorade into the bag alongside a couple of squashed granola bars. “Why’re you askin’ like you haven’t been around long enough to already know the answer to that?” he muttered, tone clipped and tired.
Still, he answered. “Workout’s an hour. Practice is two.”
“So… three hours.” Her words were slow, more like a sigh than a question.
“Yeah, Doll. Three hours,” he repeated, glancing up this time, brows raised in flat annoyance.
Doll let out a dramatic exhale and flopped backward against the pillows, the blankets tangled around her like a cocoon. “I’m gonna be so bored,” she whined, dragging the comforter up to her chin like it might somehow cure her sudden onset of abandonment.
Joe didn’t bite. Just shook his head and zipped his bag, ignoring her theatrics.
It was quiet for a beat. Just the sound of his bag strap dragging off the chair and the distant hum of a fog-drenched morning outside. Then, in a small, hesitant voice, she asked, “Can I come with you?”
He stopped mid-step, turning slowly to look at her like she’d just asked if she could join the team. His expression was a perfect blend of disbelief and low-level annoyance, “You wanna come to my practice?”
Doll nods. “I won’t be in the way,” she rushed out, propping herself up on her elbows. “Swear. I’ll just stay in the car or something.”
Joe blinked, unimpressed. “Doll, jus' go back to sleep. It’s cold as shit out, you’re not even a mornin' person, and you’re gonna be bored as hell. All you’ll do is complain n' piss me off.”
She huffed, shoulders dropping. “Joeee,” she whined, dragging his name out in a plea, her bottom lip poking out dramatically. “Pleaaase? I’m not tired anymore.”
He stared at her for a moment like he was trying to gauge how serious she was.
She hesitated, then shifted under the blankets, suddenly shy. Her voice dropped a little, like she almost didn’t want him to hear. “Plus… I wanna watch you work out.”
His brows pulled together, expression unreadable.
“What?” she added defensively, her tone dipping into a pout again. “You just—look good when you do all that. Lifting and running and yelling at people. It’s hot...”
Joe rolled his eyes and turned away like he was done with the conversation—but the crooked smirk tugging at his mouth gave him away.
“Get dressed then,” he muttered. “But you’re stayin’ in the car. Don’t need you whinin' about how bored you are ten minutes in.”
Doll was already kicking the blankets off, a smug little grin spreading across her face as she hopped up. “You love when I complain.”
Joe slung his bag over his shoulder, muttering just loud enough for her to hear, “Only when I get to shut you up after.”
She gasped dramatically behind him, but he was already heading for the door.
“Let’s go,” he called over his shoulder. “I like gettin’ there early.”
Doll grinned to herself as she grabbed her hoodie—rushing behind him with a giddy smile on her face.
They made it to the field’s small lot in ten minutes. It was still half-dark— the sun was just starting to rise—the fog settling over the asphalt and curling against the windshield like smoke. Joe’s car idled quietly, heat on low, the windows already starting to fog.
Normally, he’d be the first one out there—jogging the perimeter of the field, headphones in, mind locked in—but Doll had thrown off his normal this morning.
Because now, instead of catching up with coach while he stretched, he was in the driver’s seat with the seat reclined back, breathing heavy, neck tipped against the headrest.
And Doll was on top of him, her breaths ragged, her voice shaky and soft. She whined, needy in the small, fogged-up cab of his car.
“Mmph, I-- Joe,” she whimpered, gripping handfuls of his hoodie as she rolled her hips in tight, controlled circles. “So deep—”
“Takin’ me so fuckin’ well,” his voice rough as he praised, hands gripping her ass firmly, guiding her movements as he snapped his hips up, making her cry out and bury her face into his neck.
“Makin’ me fuckin’ late and shit,” Joe groaned, voice rough and low as his head tipped back against the seat. His jaw went slack the moment she clenched around him.
“'M not doing anything,” Doll whispered, a lazy smirk curling her lips. Her eyes were half-lidded, heavy with lust, even as her hips rolled in slow, torturous circles over his lap.
Joe let out a harsh breath, hands locking around her thighs. “Nothin'? You’re on top of me—ridin’ my dick before eight a.m. In the fuckin’ school parking lot—” His words broke into a throaty moan. “Shit, yeah… that’s good. That’s so fuckin’ good—”
“We're lucky no one's here,” she whispered, but her gaze flicked nervously to the fogged-up window. Then after a beat, voice softer, “Yet… What time do people usually show up?”
Joe didn’t answer. Instead, his hands slid to under her thighs, tightening as he started guiding her—lifting her just enough to slam her back down, over and over, making her gasp as he hit deeper. Her walls fluttered around him, and her breath caught.
“Joe— oh my god,” she whimpered, head falling back as pleasure stole her voice. Her thighs trembled against his, every thrust brushing something deep and aching.
But then—a sharp clunk from outside. A car door shut.
Doll’s head snapped toward the sound, eyes wide, body freezing above him. Panic flared across her face as she tried to still herself. Through the condensation, she caught a blur—one of the guys from the team, too groggy and out of it this morning to notice a rocking car, just a few spots over.
Before she could say a word, Joe pulled her flush to his chest, arms wrapping tight around her as he buried himself deeper with a sharp thrust that made her cry out. His hips never stopped, snapping up into her with purpose.
“Someone’s—” she tried, breath hitching.
“Shhh,” he murmured, one hand cradling the back of her head, fingers slipping into her hair. “You feel good, Doll? Hmm?”
Her body twitched, thighs trembling. Doll could only nod—again and again—body melting into his as her climax hit, breathless and shaking in his arms.
“Yeeaah,” Joe groaned, voice low and rough, a smirk tugging at his lips even as his jaw clenched. “Makin’ such a fuckin’ mess on me.”
Doll bit down on her lip, trying—and failing—to muffle the moan that slipped out as she rolled her hips again. “M’sorry…” she breathed, not sounding sorry at all, voice soft and teasing, her eyes flickering up through her lashes.
She knew what she was doing. Could feel how soaked she was, how the slick between them was loud and shameless—every bounce, every grind met with wet squelching that echoed in the small car.
Joe hissed, hips twitching up into her, his grip tightening around her thighs.
He chuckled, voice rough and low. “Makin’ me feel too fuckin’ good to be mad.”
His head dropped back against the seat, breath shaky, his hands roaming greedily—palms dragging over her waist, her ass, her thighs—like he didn’t know where to hold, just that he needed to touch her.
“Shit—‘m close,” he muttered, voice breaking around the edges, jaw clenched. “Right fuckin' there…”
The way he said it—like he couldn’t help it, like she was the one dragging it out of him—sent a new wave of heat through her. Her hands slid up his chest, nails lightly scratching through the cotton of his hoodie, her body tightening again as she braced herself, ready to pull him over the edge with her.
And the way his eyes locked on hers—dark, heavy, aching—said he was already right there.
She lifted her head just enough to meet his gaze, heat pooling deeper in her veins at the sight of his dark, intense eyes locked on hers. His hands roamed every inch of her, gripping with possessive hunger, while his other arm held her firmly against him, steadying her trembling body.
“Come on, baby. Oh fuck—” he urged, voice low and strained, the edge of desperation laced through every word. His grip on her hips tightened as his thrusts grew more erratic, chasing the inevitable.
“Cum for me—need y' to cum,” he breathed against her neck, his mouth hot, his words shaky. Every movement was a plea, every thrust coaxing her closer to the edge, as if her release was the only thing keeping him from filling her up.
And right on cue—spurred on by the rare nickname that slipped from his lips—she cried out, her voice cracking as she swore his name like a prayer and a curse all at once.
Her back arched sharply, but before she could fully collapse into the sensation, Joe’s hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back with just enough force to make her gasp. Her eyes fluttered open, glazed and unfocused, as he forced her to look at him.
Joe groaned deeply, his hips faltering, slowing down as he spilled inside her. “Fuck yeah...yeah...mmh” he breathed, voice thick with need. Doll whimpered, clinging tighter as he slowly came to a slowed stop.
Doll closed her eyes, her body heavy and limp against Joe as he pulsed steadily inside her. He hummed low and content, the quiet between them thick with the aftermath. Then his phone buzzed from the passenger seat.
Joe reached over and grabbed it. The screen lit up with a text from Coach: You okay, kid? Not here early like usual.
“Up. Come on, up,” Joe urged softly, nudging Doll. “Coach is textin’ me. Gotta get to the field.”
He carefully helped her sit up, then swung open the glove box, pulling out a stack of Chipotle napkins. Together, they cleaned the sticky mess in content silence.
Joe spritzed on a bit of extra cologne, muttering something about smelling like sex. He grabbed his bag from the back seat, swung the door open, and stepped out.
Before shutting it, he glanced back at Doll, already half-asleep and curled up small in the passenger seat. He scoffed softly, closing the door behind him.
As he made his way toward the field, he muttered under his breath, “Knew she’d fuckin’ fall asleep. ‘Wanna watch you work out’—my ass.”
But now, he was locked in, ready to focus on practice—and fully prepared to dodge or deliberately answer any questions Coach might throw his way.
I feel like I missed so much on Joe and doll can you please link the latest stories in Joe and doll that last part I was up to was when Joe pushed doll in the pool 😩
Below are the links! Part 3 is where Doll gets pushed in—hopefully this helps you pick up right where you left off! 💗
New year, New Nothin' ── [ Part 1 ] , [ Part 2 ] , [ Part 3 ] , [ Part 4 ] , [ Part 5 ] , [ Final Part ]
P.S. All of my fics and blurbs for this AU are linked in my AU Masterlist → HERE (There’s a Part 2 as well, its linked on there!)
You could write something where Joe watches his favorite porn video and always imagines that woman is a doll so he wants to record one just like her.
This has kinda already happened! Honestly, the only porn Joe watches are the videos Doll sends him—or the ones they’ve made together. They’ve got a locked album on their phones full of videos they’ve taken, and that’s what he uses to get off now!
If there is anything specific about the sex tapes, etc… let me know ;)
does joe dirty talk a lot or does he like to watch her do the talking
Doll gets way too embarrassed when it comes to dirty talking. When she tries, she either hears herself and shuts down fast or stumbles over her words, her cheeks burning with awkwardness.
Joe can’t help but tease her for it. Most of the time, she’s so flushed and overwhelmed that all she manages is a string of rambling nonsense, leaving Joe to take over—whispering exactly what she needs to hear.
But every now and then, when she’s riding high on pleasure and feeling bold, she’ll surprise him with a spontaneous, half-formed attempt. Key word: Attempt.
“Feels good, hmm?” Doll murmured, her voice barely audible over the rhythm of skin meeting skin. Her breath came in heavy, staggered pants, fingers curling into his damp hair in search of something solid to anchor her. Her lashes fluttered as she forced herself to look up at him—heart pounding at the sight of that lazy, smug grin carved into his face.
Joe didn’t answer right away. Just hummed low in his throat, watching her like he already knew every thought racing through her head.
Doll hesitated, her cheeks burning as the heat of her embarrassment trickled down her chest. Still, she whispered it—barely loud enough to hear.
“Shit… ooohh, shit—yours… use my pussy…”
That made him laugh—dark and entertained—as he dipped his head to her shoulder, never once faltering in pace.
She winced, body tightening beneath him, mortified.
“Say it again,” he rasped against her skin, breath warm and coaxing. “S' okay. Wanna hear ya.”
“Nooo—” she whined, flustered, shaking her head. “I didn’t mean—”
“Uh-uh,” he cut her off, lifting his head to look at her fully now, that grin spreading across his face like fire. “That’s not what you said a second ago. Didn’t you jus' call yourself my fuckin’ toy?”
She covered her face with her hands, a pitiful whimper escaping her, but he was quicker—his fingers tangled through the back of her hair, pulling her gently until her eyes were back on his.
“Look at me, kay?” he said, voice low and smooth, like honey soaked in sin. “Don’t hide when you’re talkin’ that pretty.”
She let out a shaky breath, lower lip caught between her teeth, her expression a mess of need and shame. The steady drag of his hips, the heat of his body, the way he looked at her—it was all too much.
“You’re mean,” she muttered, barely able to hold the pout in her voice.
Joe’s grin widened, feral and knowing. Then, a pause—a quiet, breathless moment—and she confessed, her voice strained and hushed, “Need… want you to talk.”
That got his attention. His tongue swept over his bottom lip, eyes flicking over her flushed, open face.
“Need me to talk you through it, huh?” he asked, his voice dropping even lower, rougher, hungrier. “Jus' wanna be told how fuckin’ good it feels t' have your tight pussy squeezin’ my cock?”
She nodded quickly, lips parted, brows pinched together like she couldn’t think straight.
“Yeah?” he echoed, and then paused. “Listen.”
The only sound that followed was the filthy, wet slap of his hips hitting her ass again and again—the obscene rhythm of her arousal dripping down onto him, soaking everything beneath them. His pace never wavered, just got sharper, more deliberate.
“That’s what I do to ya,” he muttered, dragging his mouth along her cheek. “You hear it, Doll? S'you fuckin’ beggin’ without even talkin’.”
