raised by wolves, dressed by dust.

there ain't no shame in lookin' for a better world. vivamus, moriendum est. bell | 23 | 18+

[studioghibelli]

hello friends, welcome to my masterlist! although not all of my fics have smut or themes that are adultish, i still have labelled them all as 18+. i know that won't stop minors from reading and participating in smut, because it didn't stop me, but do not hold me liable if anything offends you. thanks!

toothache (joel miller x reader): joel reunites with the reader at a messy christmas party, resurfacing old feelings in the wake of a nasty break up, all the while harboring intense sexual tension. (rated explicit, mdni)

hungry eyes (joel miller x reader): it had been a long, hard, horrible week, and you are all alone, reminiscing of the man who always made you feel better. (rated explicit, mdni)

burnt (joel miller x reader): dinner is ruined, but thankfully, your husband is hungry for something else. (rated explicit, mdni)

always yours (joel miller x reader): his guilt pushed you away, and every day he regrets it. until one day… you show back up. (rated explicit, mdni)

the end of the world (joel miller x reader): you had a strict relationship with joel that stuck to the rules. fuck, leave, repeat. it was only a matter of time until feelings were dragged into the mix. when joel leaves at the first sign of love, you're left wondering what you had done wrong. (rated explicit, mdni)

the body of christ (joel miller x reader): father joel miller tried to be as priestly as he could, but you and your pretty face made that rather difficult. (rated explicit, mdni)

fade in to you (joel miller x reader): joel can’t help the way he feels about tommy’s girl. (rated pg-13, mdni)

masterpiece (joel miller x reader): written for @/iamasaddie’s writing challenge. the story of an artist and a broken man finding solace within eachother. (rated explicit, mdni)

moonlight sonata (joel miller x reader): your professor is odd. and... a touch vampiric. (rated explicit, mdni)

the old man and the sea (joel miller x reader): a story about grief, acceptance, and finding love. (rated explicit, mdni)

bewitched, bothered, bewildered (joel miller x reader): you never knew sarah’s dad was so sexy. (rated explicit, mdni)

leather and lace (joel miller x reader SERIES): a wild cowboy and a city girl embark on an adventure of a lifetime together. what could go wrong? (rated explicit, mdni)

chapter one. chapter two.

the fool (joel miller x reader): no one ever told you love could hurt like this. (rated explicit, mdni)

right person, wrong time (joel miller x reader): everything hurts, especially the memory of him. (rated explicit, mdni)

who we were (a joel miller x reader): you find the man who abandoned you. (rated explicit, mdni)

the devil you do (a joel miller x reader): an unexpected visitor visits you in the dead of night. (rated explicit, mdni)

until then (a joel miller x reader): guilt tore you apart. nothing can keep you glued together. (rated mature, mdni.)

texas red (a joel miller x reader): joel ain’t used to lovin’ like yours. (rated mature, mdni.)

all that honey, all that rot (a joel miller x reader): your new step-daddy's brother sure is tempting. step-uncle!joel. (rated explicit, mdni.)

the cave ( a joel miller x reader): the sequel to texas red. joel still ain't used to lovin' like yours. (rated explicit, mdni.)

who's your daddy? (a joel miller x reader): joel helps you after a date goes bad. or... joel miller is a fuckin' munch. (rated explicit, mdni.)

who's your daddy? part two. (a joel miller x reader): joel helps you after a date goes bad.... again.

where the wild things are (a joel miller x cooper howard x reader crack fic): two cowboys meet you unexpectedly in the desert. (rated explicit, mdni)

a tale of two cities (the ghoul x reader): you love a man who has nothing left to give. (rated pg-13, mdni)

bloody knuckles (the ghoul x reader):a vengeful ghoul, a torrid past, two souls lost in the wasteland- a bond forged in survival is a bond that is forever unbreakable, and yours has stood the test of time. until your betrayal ruins it all. (Rated explicit, mdni)

heart of a lion (marcus acacius x reader): you always find your way back to one another. (rated explicit, mdni)

against the wind (marcus acacius x reader): when your lust becomes love, you are willing to sacrifice it all for him. (rated explicit, mdni.)

star crossed (marcus acacius x reader): even the gods cannot separate the two of you. (rated explicit, mdni)

war dog (marcus acacius x reader): he ain’t nothin but a dawg, dawg! (rated explicit, mdni)

four leaf clover (abby anderson x reader): abby devours you. (rated explicit, mdni)

good luck, babe! (an abby anderson x reader): you get revenge on your cheating boyfriend. (rated explicit, mdni)

mark of the beast (din djarin x reader): you prove your love, he proves his devotion. (rated explicit, mdni)

somewhere safe (sun djarin x reader): the four times he took care of you, the one time he broke your heart. (rated pg-13, mdni.)

yellow (oberyn martell x reader): yellow was never your color. (rated explicit, mdni)

three’s a party (joel x reader x tess): the birthday girl always gets what she wants (rated explicit, mdni)

not your man (a logan howlett x reader): he’s not your logan, but he’ll do. (rated explicit, mdni)

sugar: (a logan howlett x reader): you give your man some sweet lovin’.

just this once, baby: (negan x joel x reader): joel finds you and your husband in a compromising position. (rated explicit, mdni)

sky's the limit: (a clark kent x reader): superman fucks you in the clouds. hell yeah. (rated explicit, mdni.)

[strang3lov3]

Thank you and goodbye ❤️

I can't stress enough how badly I don't want to post this. I've been in tears all morning.

But it’s gone too far. It went too far a long time ago and frankly, I should have thrown in the towel eight months ago when this all started, but I’m officially done. I’ve stuck out months of cruelty, of stalking and harassment, of messages wishing for my death. Two weeks ago it escalated when anons began taunting my friends with mine and my fiancé’s personal information, and they’ve since shared that information, as well as photos, with the confessions blog. It’s not about my comfort anymore and sticking out the cruelty I’ve been enduring for months on end in hopes that _maybe_ things will get better. It is about our safety, which has been compromised, and it’s about my loved ones who never had any part of this blog and my writing, who do not deserve to be dragged into this. And I don’t deserve it either. I thought that by formally leaving behind the Pedro/Joel/tlou fandom the harassment would lessen, but it hasn’t. It’s clear that I cannot continue here.

While it is my choice to leave this blog behind, please understand that this is not something I’m doing willingly or happily. In many ways, I feel like this is being taken from me, and I am heartbroken that something that once brought me so much joy (and still does, sometimes) has been twisted and distorted into something so awful and insidious. I guess this is just the unfortunate consequence of what this place has become, the witch hunts the internet encourages. The confessions blog is a fantastic example of what it looks like to give into the ugliest parts of yourself and to make it the problem of everyone else. They burnt a fandom to the ground to the point that there's nothing left, and it still isn't enough for them because they are that fucking empty inside. What's laughable is that they think they're helping, right? I get called a woman who only thinks with her cunt and a woman who is just as dangerous as an abusive man for the fiction I write, but sure - take lessons in feminism from the blog that has spent months on end terrorizing a fandom full of women and queer folks. I'm rambling and this isn't new or insightful but let me just say this - if you contribute(d) to this blog and the vicious harassment of myself and other people, I hope peace never fucking finds you. I hope the guilt of what you've done to real fucking people, mind you, hits you like a fucking train and you have to live with the knowledge of the kind of person you are for the rest of your life. You've done to me and others things I would never do to another human being, ever.

I used to have hope that things would get better, but that was a long time ago. I don't know where to begin fixing what has been irreparably damaged, and I think tried for months to hold onto the shreds that I had left...I just can't anymore. I’ll still be on ao3 writing and posting. Over the next few days I’ll be sifting through this blog and migrating all of my writing over there. I really hope you follow me over there ♡

Thank you to everyone who’s made this special. There’s more of you than I can count and name ❤️ I hope to come back to this one day if things ever get better, but I can't count on that so I am kissing blog strang3lov3 goodbye. Keep being good to each other, kindness is never a waste.

I'm sorry this is happening. I don't like it either.

[rainedravens]

"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"

[eusexuanal]

Settles down on your dashboard gingerly and with a big heaving sigh

[halorvic]

[orb-s]

[strang3lov3]

Problem Child

You cum untouched in Joel's bed.

Tags - smut, cumming untouched, humiliation, girthy yet unspecified age gap, dad’s best friend!joel, masturbation, finger fucking. if this looks like romangerri there's a reason for that. A/N - about probably a year ago I had plans to start a dbf!joel x slime!puppy reader series and never did. Here’s a little of what that kinda would have looked like. Maybe we’ll add onto this and flesh it out some more at some point.  

Joel feels you there before he sees you. A shift in the air, or something. He wasn’t really sleeping soundly to begin with.  

“Jesus Christ.” Joel jerks awake and jumps at the sight of you standing at the edge of his bed, looking down at his sleeping form. He’s lying on his side with his blanket tucked under his bicep, wearing a thin gray t-shirt and boxers. “The hell are you doin’ here,” he grumbles, voice thick with sleep. He’s not in the mood for you, for…this. He knows what it is. Parental intuition and all that, or he’s just especially attuned to pick up on your bullshit. 

“I can’t sleep.” 

Joel turns toward the clock, and squints to read the glowing red numbers - 12:37 in the morning. He rolls his eyes, then adjusts deeper into the mattress. “So go back to bed.” 

“Can I sleep with you?”

“No,” Joel clips. “Told you I’m not doin’ that again.” 

Joel’s blanket rustles as he flips over, hoping that you’ll leave him alone this time. He shuts his eyes and curses to himself, waiting to hear your footsteps as you walk away. But you never do. You remain at his side, lingering, waiting for him to cave to you. 

Joel is just a man, after all. And he knows this himself, as his jaw tightens and his body tenses. 

“I’m not here to cause trouble, Joel. I just wanna sleep in your bed tonight.” 

“Why?”

“I’m having nightmares.” 

Joel inhales and exhales deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine,” he resigns, dragging a hand down his face. He lifts up his blanket then, and you’re quick to shuffle around the edge of his bed, then slide into the sheets next to him. Joel’s bed is warm, and it smells just like him - Irish Spring soap, sweat, detergent. You fucking love it. You always did.  

Before you can wriggle your way into his arms, Joel flips back over to where he originally lay, although maybe a few inches closer to his nightstand. Maybe he’ll even wedge a pillow between your bodies, he doesn’t know. But what Joel does know is that you’ll remain at arm’s length, and that’s all you’re going to get from him. “You face the wall and y’don’t move,” Joel gruffs. “Now close your eyes and go the fuck to sleep.” 

“But wait–”

“What?” Joel snaps, sharp voice cutting through the dark.

“I…need a goodnight kiss, Joel.” 

“You are too fuckin’ old for this crap,” Joel mutters, moving his body anyway. “C’mere - if I kiss you will you go to sleep?” He leans over you and holds you by your shoulder, squeezing you hard. He’s like that when he’s agitated, rough with his hands. It’s why his truck door doesn’t close right and why there’s chips in the wood in his furniture. It just spills out of him. 

“Yes.” 

Joel looks at you and sighs, exasperated. “You are too fuckin’ old for this crap,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, your skin warm under his whiskered lips. “Givin’ me a fuckin’ headache. Now go to bed. M’serious, kid. No funny business this time.” Joel reaches for the bottle ibuprofen he keeps on his nightstand and untwists the cap, dumping a small handful of pills into his calloused palm. He takes them without counting them, and washes them down with a mouthful from his room temperature, two day old glass of water.

You. 

You are a fucking issue.

Joel’s not an idiot. He knows you’ve always had eyes for him. Always. When you were younger and developing into yourself, you had also developed a crush on him. And it wasn’t a big deal, at least it shouldn’t have been. He knows how young girls work. You couldn’t get along with your father and Joel was there to…mediate, maybe. He didn't know what he was doing. Give you both space from each other, maybe. Your wires became crossed or whatever, some weird Freudian bullshit that Joel had figured would go away with time, but it never really did. 

He had never engaged with it before. Joel doesn’t know what all happened, just that you and he were at odds, so tense in this very bedroom not so long ago. You were on his last fucking nerve and he just - he fucking snapped. He made the stupid mistake of telling you to masturbate out all of your fucking bullshit and what had happened?

“Maybe I will,” you taunted, tossing yourself onto his mattress, playing at your own game. Joel stood there seething and pissed off as you unzipped your jeans and shoved your hand beneath the fabric, toying with your soaked folds. “Maybe I’ll do it right here, Joel. With you.” 

“Then shit or get off the fuckin’ pot. Dealt with plenty worse than an attention seekin’ brat fingering herself. Go. Figure yourself out.” 

He knew better. Joel fucking knew better than to test you like that. And he sat and watched as you fucked yourself, equal parts disturbed and aroused as you moaned his name, and moaned louder as he told you how ridiculous and fucking disgusting you were.

Joel sat at the end of his bed in the morning, waiting for you to wake up. And when you did, he apologized. His voice was quiet. Joel told you that what happened was wrong and most importantly, it wasn’t happening again. “Okay, Joel,” you’d said, and later made a joke in front of everyone about masturbating in his bed. He dragged you by the bicep into the bathroom to scold you, bruising your flesh as he shook you by the shoulders. 

You always were a problem child. 

You know what you’re here for, even if you’re not honest about it. You’ll get your goodnight kiss and then some before going the fuck to sleep. 

Same as before, you slip your hand into your sweatpants, fingers dipping between your wet, sensitive lips. You gasp quietly, palm over your mouth as you rock your hips and watch Joel sleep. God, you’re fucked up. He’s fucking right, about you being an attention whore or whatever. And why wouldn’t you be, when cumming felt so much better in Joel’s presence? 

You spread your legs, pressing your fingers against your drooling hole to collect your arousal, and drag it through your folds. You circle your clit a couple of times, then slide two fingers into your wet cunt, curling them quick enough to make sound. Wet, sticky noises that rouse Joel from his rest, not that he was really sleeping. 

Joel flips over and pulls the blanket off of your body, scoffing at the sight of your hand rapidly moving under your sweatpants. “So that’s what this is,” he spits. “I knew you were full of shit.” 

“Yeah,” you whimper, fucking your fingers harder. “Yeah, I was.” Your breaths quicken, heart pounding as Joel glares at you. His chest is rising and falling with the deep, measured breaths, and he looks so angry like he could fucking hurt you. You wonder if he ever would. If that’s what it’d take to finally get through your thick fucking skull. 

“What would your old man say, huh? I think - get your fuckin’ hand out of - he’d be ashamed of you,” Joel hisses, pulling your hand away from yourself. He pins them both on the pillows by your head, then crawls over your body, his fingers squeezing your wrists hard enough to grind the bones inside together. “Because you’re fuckin’ sick,” he spits, his voice like venom. 

“Touch me,” you whisper, vibrating beneath Joel’s body. He’s close enough you could fucking taste him, and what would happen if you did? 

“No - I’m not enablin’ this shit, goddammit. I changed your fuckin’ diapers for christ’s sake. You listen to me - listen. You have a fucking problem, sweetheart.” 

“Yeah - yes,” you whimper, every one of Joel’s words going straight to your core. He’s got his knee between your thighs as he speaks, and you rock yourself against him there, desperate for the friction. 

“Knock it off.” Joel pulls his knee away, pressing it under your thigh, keeping you spread wide and untouched. “Fuckin’ animal. I don’t want any part of your shit,” he seethes, breath hot against your ear. Joel ignores your squirming and your moaning as he speaks, growling quiet insults. 

It feels good to feel bad. It feels good to be under Joel like this, untouched as he degrades you, shames you, humiliates you. Every one of of his words sets every one of your nerves on fire, and goes right to the place you need Joel the most, where he promises he will never fucking touch you. As he speaks, you writhe in pleasure, all of it created within yourself. 

“You always were a fuckin’ problem child, huh?”

You moan loudly, arching your back into Joel as you cum from his stinging words alone. You feel it deep in your guts, rolling down your thighs and up your torso, tingling in your fingers. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m - fuck - I’m sorry, I didn’t - I didn’t mean - oh my god.” 

Joel’s in over his head with you. He watches you cum like that, completely untouched and completely desperate for him. Sick fucking puppy. He doesn’t know what to do with you. 

if you enjoyed, please reblog ♡ i really really appreciate it.

[bees-with-swords]

"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."

[hearnoweevil]

Last year I finally had an excuse to illustrate this simple little Tumblr story I've had bookmarked forever for class.

I hope you like it :]

[mothandpidgeon]

The Incumbent (Ted Garcia x f!reader)

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Rating: E

Summary: Ted's too focused on the mayoral race. You're sick and tired of hearing about it.

wc: 1.5k

Contents: bitchy Ted, subby Ted, oral sex, p in v sex, inappropriate use of bodily fluids, no physical description of reader but she wears a skirt and bra, moth never uses y/n, no big eddington spoilers if you haven't seen it yet

notes: I really enjoyed Eddington. It was such a wild ride. I won't share my entire review in the notes here but, god, I love Ted. What a bitch. Let's be mean to him.

Thank you Birdee for the beta. Wherever you are.

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Ted’s in a foul mood when you find him sitting behind his desk. He’s scowling at a piece of paper, grinding his molars, and barely looks your way when you walk into his office.

“Anybody see you come in?” he asks by way of greeting.

“Don’t think so,” you reply, not hiding your annoyance. 

The office is empty as it has been since lockdown started. Everyone works from home now aside from the clerks that have “essential business” down the hall. Ted’s warned you a number of times that he can’t be seen breaking lockdown but you can’t show up at his house with his son around.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, though you know the answer already. 

“You know what’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong. Joe Cross, that’s what,” Ted replies.

You try your best to not roll your eyes but Ted’s been bitching about this ever since the sheriff posted that video saying that he was entering the race.

“He’s a joke,” you say for the hundredth time. “Nobody’s going to take him seriously.”

“Then howcome I’m seeing his signs at Gunther’s? At, at the gas station?” he asks. “He’s doing a town hall at Paula’s.”

“Paula’s a cunt,” you say.

Ted’s handsome face remains stormy. 

“I went out for a coffee. This was under my windshield wiper,” he says, thrusting the paper at you.

It’s a flier for Joe’s campaign decorated with clip art. At its center, a photo of the man himself in his big white cowboy hat, run through with streaks as though the printer was running low on ink. You can spot at least one typo and a grammatical error at first glance.

“This is the ugliest damn thing I’ve ever seen,” you say.

“That’s what’s so fucking ridiculous about this whole thing. He’s running around like a clown and people’ll still vote for him,” he grumbles. 

“Ted, if you’re just going to bitch and moan, I’m just going to go home,” you say. 

Shit’s difficult enough after two months of lockdown and Ted’s spoiling the already precarious mood. Your relationship, if you could call it that, has just been about blowing off steam, having a little fun to take your minds off of things but recently, it’s been nothing but reminders of just how bad things are around here.

“And after everything I’ve done for this town,” he goes on. “Y’know, I’ve given my whole life to Eddington and men like Joe Cross–”

“Ted! Shut the fuck up.” 

He actually stops talking for once, his full bottom lip hanging open. You slam the flier onto his desk and put yourself between it and Ted.

“I don’t want to hear about Joe Cross today,” you say. You rake your fingers through his thick, dark hair and then tug on it. “In fact, I don’t want you to talk at all.”

Ted’s shoulders stoop with a sigh. “I know you’re trying to make me feel better but I’m just not in the mood. Maybe you ought to just go home,” he grouses.

“I’m not here to make you feel better, Ted. I’m here as one of your constituents,” you say. You lift yourself up onto his desk, sitting your ass right on Joe’s hideous flyer. You hike up your skirt and spread your legs, revealing that you’re completely bare. “The mayor’s got to earn my vote.”

Ted’s eyes dart between your face and your pussy, his pupils going wide. His jeans tent and, once the shock has worn off, he’s sliding off the chair onto his knees.

He swears as he hooks his hands around your thighs. He wastes no time, burying his face in you with a pathetic little whimper. 

“Good boy,” you coo, and you’re rewarded with a groan that vibrates through your core. 

The bite of Ted’s mustache makes you gasp every time he goes down on you. Today he’s eager, desperate, tongue working you in circles that have your toes curling. 

You love Ted like this, obedient and needy. He can be petulant and egotistical but he only gets on his knees for you. A true civil servant. 

He quickly finds the rhythm you like accompanied by more mewls and moans. Your head is thrown back, eyes pinched shut, reveling in the delicious sensations winding you up just right. 

Ted’s hand travels up sliding beneath your shirt. 

“Fuck,” he growls into you when his fingertips graze the lace of your bra. 

You might’ve forgone panties but you wore this just for him. 

Ted palms at you, teasing your nipple into a stiff peak. His hand is strong and big but his skin is soft. He’s never worked a hard day in his life. 

“Ted,” you whine with a yank to his hair. 

He’s so lost in your body that his pace has slowed. 

Ted responds in kind, releasing you to circle your entrance with his finger. He sucks your clit between his lips and as you gasp, he slides inside of you. The sudden stretch has you keening. 

You fist his hair, back arching up towards him but he anchors your thigh against the table with his other hand. He’s ruthless, finding that spot that makes you see double as his mouth devours you. He knows you’re close— your legs quiver and you’re beginning to flutter around his thick fingers, you gyrate against his tongue in desperate need of relief. And soon you’re at your peak, speeding towards bliss like you’ve just dove off a mountain. There’s no reason to stay quiet in this deserted office so you let out a feral cry as fireworks explode in your vision. 

Ted stays focused, dutifully working you through your high, his fingers slowing as your bones turn liquid. His mouth leaves you but his lips stay close, his hot breath teasing aftershocks from you, his nose brushing gently against your swollen clit. 

“I love making you cum,” he says dreamily. 

He backs away, admiring the mess he’s made of you and the campaign flier beneath your ass. His lips and chin glisten with your release. 

“You going to keep staring at Joe or are you going to fuck me?” you ask. 

Ted looks up at you, grinning darkly. He rises to his feet, undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans letting them fall around his knees. You still stare every time he takes his cock out, so thick and coated with precum. It makes your mouth water. He pumps himself slowly and you're already clenching. 

“You want more?” he asks, a little too cocky, but then he slides his length through your swollen, slick lips and you groan. 

He keeps going like that, coating himself in your arousal. You have to hold onto him— one hand on his forearm the other twisted in the front of his fleece vest— so you don’t squirm off of the desk. 

“Ted, fuck me,” you say. It’s not a plea but a command. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he responds. 

He slides into you slowly, hissing and humming with pleasure as he inches in. When he’s buried himself to the hilt, he’s got both of his hands braced on the table top on either side of you. His face is so close, you catch your own scent on his lips. Finally he kisses you, his tongue searching your mouth with the same diligence it had between your legs. You taste yourself there along with the bitter warmth of his coffee. 

Your lips travel lower, teeth grating against his neck, marking him with a bite. His hips stutter. 

“Careful,” he warns. 

You ignore him, this time biting harder. He’ll have to go to his big fundraiser with your mark on him, let everybody wonder what Ted Garcia’s been doing in his spare time. 

He responds by tugging your shirt up so he can finally see your bra. Those big brown eyes take you in before nuzzling his face between your tits, nipping and sucking on the flesh beyond the delicate fabric. 

His pace intensifies, thrusting without restraint, his hand pressing into the small of your back so you don’t slip away. 

“Tell me you like it,” he growls. 

“It’s so good,” you pant. “You’re so good for me. So good for this town.” 

That does it for him. Ted’s eyes squeeze shut, the muscles in his arms and neck going taught. You know he won't last much longer.

“Cum for me, Ted,” you say. 

He nods, absolutely ruined, and makes a guttural sound. You gasp as he pulls out of you. Ted fucks his fist with the same urgent pace until he’s spurting thick ropes across your thigh. Most of it, though, lands between your legs on Joe Cross’s smiling face. 

Ted collapses onto you, his sweaty forehead pressed into your shoulder. You cradle his head against you, carding your fingers through his hair. Beneath the perspiration you can smell his cologne, something spicy and warm. 

“When this is all finished, I’d like you to come over. Take you on a real date,” Ted says, breathless. 

You’re not sure you like the idea of being First Lady of Eddington but in this town, you could do a lot worse. 

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[cinnxmxngxrl]

You know what I always wanted? Pervert Joel, and I don’t mean like he thinks about you inappropriately or smt, I mean like, dbf joel or contractor joel stealing panties, peeking into open doors, recording your voice to touch himself to late at night, downloading social media even though he never wanted to just to jerk off to even the most casual or innocent photos. Extra point if it’s a big big age gap and he feels like a disgusting pervert and all guilty but he just can’t stop.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, YOUR FUCKING BRAIN!!!! I WANNA MAKE OUT WITH IT😙😙

Pervy!Dbf!Joel Miller

warnings: filthy smut, minors DNI, age gap, panties stealing, jerking off. This work is not intended to be a faithful or canonical representation of Joel Miller from the game/TV show

Joel had heard about your trip to Mexico last month. Your father had mentioned it one night over beers and a football match. You’d gone with friends to a resort in Playa del Carmen, all sun and margaritas, after working as a babysitter and scrimping for a year to make it happen. As soon as he heard you were back, Joel had logged into his Facebook account, his fingers trembling over the keyboard. But no luck. Nothing new. Then he remembered what Sarah had told him a while back: “Dad, nobody uses Facebook anymore. You’re such a boomer.”

Jesus Christ, think, Joel, think. What do young folks use nowadays? Where could he see those little pictures of you in your trip? Instagram.

So here he was, at three fucking a.m., slouched over his desk in the studio. Around him, half-finished construction plans lay scattered, in front of him, his old, battered laptop glowing in the darkness, as he stared at the “Sign Up” screen.

Create Account. Choose Password. Confirm Email Address. Blah, blah, blah, nonsense he didn’t give two shits about. He just wanted to see you. It didn’t take him long to find you, and when he did… oh boy. He hadn’t expected you to post anything remotely inappropriate, you weren’t the type to wear a bikini that bordered on invisible, so there you were, sun-kissed and radiant, just innocent pictures of you in a sundress, catching the last rays of the sunset, with a big smile on your face. Even those appropriate pictures were criminal, you were showing just enough skin to make his mind wander dangerously. Breathe, Joel. Breathe. It’s just a woman. You’ve seen millions of them. But it wasn’t just a woman. It was you, his friend’s daughter, obscenely younger, ridiculously hot. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the way his mind betrayed him. Or the way his cock stubbornly betrayed him as well, standing tall and proud.

His eyes lingered, zooming in on the pictures, first on your face, on those pouty lips. Fuck. They’d feel so soft wrapped around his cock, mouthing at him like you needed it to survive. He imagined it vividly: you looking up at him, saying that no stupid college boy had a cock as big as his, before eagerly taking him in, sucking him dry. Joel zoomed in to your breasts next, so perfectly round, so tempting to squeeze. His mind raced. What would he do first? Take them in his mouth, suck and bite on your nipples? Could he make you cum just by toying with them? Or should he put you on your knees, pressing his cock between them, fucking your tits until you were drenched in him? Maybe he’d get you on top of him, riding him while he watched the way your breasts bounced in rhythm with each stroke.

His hand moved on its own. He unbuckled his pants, yanking down the zipper, then tugged his jeans until they pooled around his ankles. Fuck. His boxers were already damp, a wet patch forming from pre-cum that had leaked without him even touching himself. Sliding his hand inside the fabric, he cupped his throbbing cock, he took it out of the confinement, groaning at the first stroke. He spit on it, a warm string of saliva coating his shaft, trying to replicate the way your slick pussy would feel if he was fucking it instead of his spit-covered hand. He gripped himself tighter, squeezing it as tight as possible, mimicking the way your little hole would grip him.

Up and down. Up and down. Slick sounds filled the quiet room as his strokes grew faster, harder, eyes glued to the screen, to the picture of you that had him utterly undone. He looked down at your legs, imagining how it’d feel to put his mouth right there, between them. Teach you how a real man ate pussy, lick you open, fuck you with his tongue, tease your bud with fast flicks until you couldn’t help but make those little sounds, ah… ah… ah… He was certain you had the cutest moans.

His hand moved faster, slick with pre-cum that leaked from the tip with every stroke, while filthy words tumbled from his mouth: “Fuck, baby girl, gonna split ya open.” “Wanna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.” “You wanna be my little slut, don’t ya? Filthy girl gonna make you choke on this cock.” The burning hot sensation in his stomach told him it was coming. He pointed his cockhead straight at the laptop screen, and the first ropes of cum shot forward. “Fuck, baby, yeah… yeah… take it… take all o’it… you love it, don’t cha?” The white and milky strands covered your picture, thick warm ropes of his cum painted your face, little drops landed over your breasts, a long warm string splashed across your legs. Fuck, it was a damn good sight, if only it had been real instead of a photo. Now, he thought, he’d need a new laptop.

Joel felt like absolute shit, like the most outrageous, disgusting human trash. Not worthy of anything. Hell, maybe he should be put down. There was clearly something wrong with his brain, something warped that wouldn’t let him stop once the fantasies about you had started. He was a fifty-six-year-old man, for Christ’s sake, fantasizing about a girl far younger than he had any right to even think about. It made him feel rotten to the core. But he was too gone to stop. The next time he was at your father’s place, he excused himself to go to the bathroom, but, of course, he didn’t.

Instead, he made his way to your room. You weren’t home, supposedly in some college class, your father had said. His heart raced as he stepped inside, scanning the space that was so intimately yours. He touched your bed, the place where you slept, the place where you touched yourself at night. Would you be thinking of him, too? He knelt by your dresser, opening the first drawer. And there they were: all your panties, impossibly small, not because they were lacey thongs, but because they looked do delicate in his big hands. A cutesy white pair with pink roses, adorned with a tiny bow. A pale pink one patterned with strawberries. These pieces of fabric belonged where Joel wanted to be the most, buried inside your pussy. He traced his fingers over the soft cotton, gripping them, imagining tearing them open. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more. Moving toward the bathroom, toward the laundry basket specifically, his fingers found a baby pink pair with red hearts. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he slid them into his back pocket.

And that night, when he got home? He tore those panties out of his pocket like they were oxygen, pressing them to his face, sniffing deep. Fuck. They smelled like pussy. No, they smelled like your pussy, which was better, sweeter, dirtier. He wanted to drown in it, lose himself in that scent. He didn’t waste a second, his pants were already too fucking tight, straining against the erection he’d been carrying ever since he left your place. He shoved them down, groaning in relief as his cock sprang free. Wrapping your panties around his fist, he pressed the soft fabric against his swollen tip, and the first touch made him hiss.

Almost. That’s what it felt like. Almost like fucking you.

Pre-cum seeped out instantly, dampening the fabric as he pumped himself faster, squeezing like he wanted to milk every last drop out of his balls. “Yeah, baby… you want this old man’s fat cock, don’t ya?” His voice was rough, broken. “Mmm, tha’s it… gonna get you creamin’ all over this dick…”The veins along his length bulged, the head flushed an angry red, swollen to the point he thought it might burst. But he didn’t stop, the ache was too much. He just gripped tighter, squeezing with your panties like they were your cunt clamping down on him. “Fuck… gonna paint these little panties. You want my load, baby? Want this big, fat load on you?” The words were filth muttered to the air, but they drove him over the edge. With a guttural groan, his cock jerked violently, spilling thick ropes all over the fabric. The soft cotton drank up his release, soaking through until it was heavy with him.

Joel sat back, staring at the ruined underwear in his hand. He prayed you wouldn’t miss them, because there was no chance in hell he’d give them back. No, these were his now. They’d keep him company on the lonely nights. Hell, maybe next time he’d “borrow” a few more, start his own collection.

And on your birthday? Joel had played it off innocent, telling you he wanted to record your reaction while you opened the gift he’d gotten for you. It seemed harmless, he was almost Uncle Joel, after all. You sat there, with the camera pointed at you as you shook the wrapped box, trying to guess what was inside.

“Oh my god, this is so big, Joel!”

“You’re seriously the best!”

Those were the parts he looped late at night, bucking his hips against his fist. “Yeah, baby, ’s fuckin’ big. Big f’you, you want it?” A sharp jerk of his hips followed. “’m the best, baby. Ain’t nobody gon’ fuck you like me.” The video played on his old phone screen, a little grainy, but it wasn’t about the video, it was the audio, and your voice came through clear. Sweet. Warm. Innocent. And to Joel, unbearably hot. Especially that little breathy moan you let slip when you tore the paper off, surprised and delighted. He rewound it again and again, letting it replay while his other hand worked his aching cock, pumping it mercilessly.

He could already imagine what you’d sound like moaning under him, your voice breaking as you begged, tears in your eyes after your third orgasm, when Joel was still going after fucking you for one hour straight, dicking you down. He pictured your pussy raw and swollen, dripping cum, open and ruined from being used for him over and over.

One day, he thought, one of these days, baby girl.

Swear to God I cranked this out in like an hour and a half at five a.m. when I should’ve been asleep, or at least working on my pending fics, but YOU PUT MENTAL IMAGES IN MY BRAIN, so here’s this absolute filth.

By the way, I’m not tagging the usual tag list since I don’t really see this as a real fic, more like a drabble that got a little out of hand, haha.

[studioghibelli]

i should NOT have read this before walking into work….

[vel-vet61]

bloody relief (short) explicit 18+ joel

period sex with joel is a must. when the cramps in your belly are absolutely crippling you, he sees you writhing in pain on the couch hunched over. so he just massages your hips, lower back, then the cheeks of your ass until he finds the waistband of your panties. peels them down, paying your pad zero mind before taking his dick and just nudging your bloody entrance with the tip. he can’t get over how much more sensitive and warm you are. still smears all your leaky blood around like it’s lube for his cock, slippery noises aching between you while he takes his fat dick and slaps your pussy with it from behind. loving your little squeals you make the more he slaps you around with that cock. next thing you know it’s going in, utterly soft and filling upon arrival. pushing in until his balls get drenched in blood too, only pulling out a minute later just to tease you with his crowned tip, rewarded with your juices and covered in thick sticky blots of red.

“mmmm, babygirl just take it. let this dick treat you. deserve to cum on somethin’ nice, know you’re hurtin’ so much.”

you wail and stay still, only energy left in you to clench on him. inevitably pouring out more blood with every thrust and joel just keeps pumping, treating your pussy like the treat that she is.

“she gon’ like it gentle this time, I know that’s right.”

his slides in are slow but so damn filling, teasing your pussy’s soft spots and clamping down on his wide thickness every chance you get. joel is in heaven, not giving a damn that every inch of his dick, balls and pubes are getting stained with your blood. he’ll fuck you as long as you need, up until those debilitating cramps fade away and then some. lays kisses down your back, pulling your hair and tying it up in a bun just for your comfort. splashes gush around his dick but he just keeps giving it to you, maintaining the flow in his hips while his saggy balls added even more stimulation. your pussy gets creamy every hot slide up to your sweet spot, to which joel praises with a deep southern atta girl, pulling on his length while part of its still lodged inside you to maneuver it some more, tickle more of your spongy spots. watching with delight while you start to get the energy to pump your hips right back on him, meeting him every thrust. slutty hips going in to get as much ride out of that dick as you could.

“mmm, you feelin’ a little better now? got some more energy to bounce back on that dick? there she goes. good girl. poor little pussy in all that pain,” he tisks, stopping his own hips to watch you fuck back on him and glide around the meat with your lips. when he slides out accidentally, another trail of blood leaks out like a crime scene, spurting out to his inner thighs — but he doesn’t fucking care, just goes on like it’s nothing. slips his tip back in and watches you mewl and whine back on that dick, that dick that belongs to you, every single day of every single month.

“take your dick baby, take it, she wanna cum so bad. let ‘er.”

he’s right, you’re clenching around him and clawing for his hand behind you. taking a full grip of your knuckles, he watches your messy pussy start to lose it. bouncing and bouncing, creaming and whining.

“cum. cum on that dick. do I gotta talk her through it? fuckin’ get your nut, baby, c’mon,” joel clenches his jaw, losing his patience while his own stamina gets worn thin. you squeeze onto his dick and his hands, the final push off the ledge being his finger viciously rubbing at your blood soaked clit, adding onto the mess you’ve already gave him. he loves it though, lives for it while your pussy gets spent out. once you’re done he lets himself unleash next, barely ripping that dick out in time to explode thick streams of cum on your outer lips and your ass. marking you with his own, as his own. his cock feels wrung out and empty, exhausted when the last few drops of nut spill out onto your skin while he rubs your back, groaning.

“baby needs a shower. that tummy feelin’ better, hm? that dick treat her good?” he asks, still stroking your back all over, catching his breath as much as you were. you can only nod, feeling how your cramps have completely fizzled out. replaced with the shiny afterglow of how good his dick took you, fulfilled all of your needs tenfold.

joel’s just playing with himself by now, dragging his bloody dick across the mess you both made. getting cum and blood churned together on your back. you don’t even have to ask for any reassurance to know he does this while you’re bleeding just as much for himself as he does to help you.

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obsessed with messy needy period relief sexxxxx

[bisexualsoup]

yesterday i was insane about that fictional man. today i am insane about that fictional man. tomorrow? take a wild guess brother

[squirrelstone]

Maybe if people updated more we wouldn't turn to ai

You’re a pathetic, impatient loser. Fanfic writers owe you nothing, and their writing is their own, not yours to do with as you choose, you entitled brat.

[fourraccoonsinacoat]

*Me sitting down to write smut.*

But first! We must thoroughly understand this man's fractured and devastated sense of self. Only then can we truly appreciate how connected he feels to her while finger-banging the soul from her body.

[prettyundeadgirl]

RED DEAD REDEMPTION II ⋆ scenery (21/?) → Sunset at Lavender Fields

[piastrionelli]

harry i would choose you

[piastrionelli]

literally the loml

[winterswake]

If somehow the Lord gave me a second chance at that moment, I would do it all over again.

Joel Miller in THE LAST OF US PART II (2020)