was listening to Tomorrow by Avril Lavigne and started thinking about Sarah listening to it in episode one of tlou when she’s making breakfast for her and joel.
and now I can’t stop thinking about joel waking up on a weekend when you’ve slept over at his place, tired and grumpy because your side of his bed was cold when his arm blindly reached out for you. slowly forcing himself out of bed and shuffling down the stairs with messy curls— partially from sleep and partly your doing from the activities last night in his bed— and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
his quiet footsteps bringing him closer to the kitchen and hearing the unmistakeable sounds of Avril, his daughter’s favorite, softly playing from the radio. watching Sarah mix up a big bowl of pancake mix while you’ve already got the first batch cooking on the stove, the two of you dancing and singing along together, animated and using spatulas and whisks as makeshift microphones.
Joel’s stuck standing in the doorway with a big, dopey grin growing on his sleepy face, watching in adoration as his two favorite girls jump around the kitchen singing and giggling without a care in the world, not yet noticing his presence and he’s certain in that moment that he fucking loves you.
Joel may not be the biggest fan of pancakes, but he’s more than happy to suck it up and eat them — and maybe even enjoys them just a little bit, though he’d never admit it — if it means he gets to enjoy more moments like this, seeing you and his babygirl oh so happy.
18+ obvi, size kink galore, ♫ if its not rough it isn’t fun ♫
<Pic is from joels6string on Instagram!>
One of the reasons you’re drawn towards Joel is his stature. He’s big, and broad. Tall with wide shoulders rounded with muscle, and Jackson’s steady and varied food supply has allowed him to regain some of the weight he used to carry before the food shortages began.
You’ve watched him shove debris out of the way that other men couldn’t. You’ve watched him one-punch Runners and men on a number of occasions, and you’ve watched him snap others neck’s which takes way more force than the movies will have you believe.
When a patrol went south last year, and a hunter got the jump on Tommy and knocked him unconscious, the damage that was unleashed was nothing like you’d ever seen before. It was almost mesmerizing, it was almost like Joel killed with grace. It was animal like, in its ferocity, but not uncontrolled. It wasn’t an animal caught in a trap, going wild. No, it was like watching a wolf stalk and hunt.
You didn’t even have a chance that day to help dispatch any of the rest of the hunters, Joel took care of the lot of them. So you made yourself useful by checking on Tommy, and felt your gut untwist from fear at the feel of his steady pulse. Alive, but unconscious and most likely concussed. He’s gonna have one helluva headache when he wakes.
You see it in Joel’s eyes when he runs up to you once the others have been...dealt with. He demands answers with a snap of your name, his usually soft voice, hard and dangerous. The leftover fight lingering in him revealing itself in his tone. Then you watch it drain from his body once you reply, “Alive, just knocked out.” Joel then does his own vital check to confirm yours, before shoving his shotgun in your hands so he can pick up his brother. Tommy isn’t exactly dainty neither, but Joel picked him up with barely a grunt.
Even though the fight is over and everyone’s heart rate is lowering, you can tell Joel’s still pissed. The dregs of whatever came over him are still there, and you wonder if they ever completely leave. You wonder perhaps a little selfishly, since you find that side of Joel Miller almost as attractive as the soft, doting side you’ve grown to know and indulge in as often as you can these days now that you two have your...thing going. Whatever it is.
Anyways, sometimes a girl wants to get thrown around a little. Good thing you happen to be fucking someone who very easily could. Only thing is Joel has only ever touched you with tenderness, and adoration. Gosh, your life is so hard.
And then one day you work up the nerve to voice a certain fantasy you’d been having for awhile, before you and him even started fucking but you aren’t going to mention that.
Your confession is set to the backdrop of the forgotten movie playing behind you, while you grind yourself against his denim clad thigh, thick with tense muscle. You pull your lips from his so you can catch your breath and gather the courage, one hand resting on a wide shoulder, the other fiddling with the open button on his shirt.
You clear your throat, “Joel? Can I ask you something?” You find you’re speaking to his button rather than to him, but he immediately encourages you,
“Anything, sweetheart.” He reassures with a brush of hair behind your ear. The touch so soft it almost tickles.
“I was wondering, if you’re down, can you be...” your words falls off as your nerve wavers, but you’re a big girl that can ask for what she wants so you take a little breath and then blunder through it, “Can you be rough with me?”
Instead of answering, you feel Joel’s finger tip your chin up so you meet his eyes. They’re dark, the pupils blown wide, his hair sticks straight out on the side where you’d been grabbing it. He doesn’t look disgusted or judgmental, maybe you should start believing him when he says you can tell him anything.
“How rough?” Is all he says, his voice lower than normal, a tiny bit hoarse.
Staring into his eyes helps you keep your courage, feeling your brain spark with dopamine just looking at him.
“As rough as you can kinda thing. I want you to use me, and not stop even if I beg.”
You see his brows twitch up in surprise before settling into a slight frown, “I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says.
“Well what I mean is sometimes I get overwhelmed but in a good way, right? And I want you to keep going, but if it hurts we can have a safe word I’ll say and we stop.”
Joel’s eyes flick from yours as he thinks, and you start preparing yourself to hear him decline your request, which he has every right to, so you prep for looking not disappointed. Then he says, “What would the word be?”
You perk up in his lap and cast a glance around the room, settling on the guitar in the corner.
“What about string.”
You see his brow arch this time, and you say in supply, “And if I forget it, if I say some completely random word, that means stop for real, too.”
Joel thinks for another moment before giving you a quick kiss between the eyes, “Lemme think about it.”
You smile and nod, your smile growing when he kisses you again.
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That was a couple weeks ago, and you’ve had a few other conversations about the subject, which mostly looked like Joel quizzing you about the things you’re interested in. But the last time the subject was broached was an ever increasing amount of days ago, and to save yourself from the embarrassment, you’ve shoved the thought of it to the very back of your mind.
Then one night when you’re over at his place, enjoying each other’s company when the night is interrupted by urgent knocking at the door. You both sit up on the couch and you take your leave up the stairs before Joel opens the door to maintain privacy. Nobody really knows about you and Joel, and for the moment you’d prefer that.
Upstairs, in his room, you wait until he lets you know it’s good to come out, and you don’t have to wait long at all. You hear his footsteps jog up the stairs and then the door is being swung open, and he’s rushing to where he keeps his revolver, speaking quick words about needing to leave real quick, he’ll be back as soon as he can, there’s no need to worry. Then he’s gone.
You wait for hours, the longer the time wears on the more worried you grow despite your effort to squash it. Lucky for you, Joel has a very nice home, and you make yourself acquainted with his bookshelf. The afternoon wears into the evening, into night. You’re on your back along the length of his couch, reading when he finally opens the front door. You spring up and cross the threshold to him while he closes and locks the door behind him.
“Everything ok?” You ask, and your brain runs through all the different disaster scenarios its conjured up with over the last couple of hours.
Joel just nods, closing the gap between you, taking a hold of your shoulders so he can run his hands over you, drawing comfort in your touch. You clasp his arms in turn and lean your head against his chest, and bask in his attention and trust that he’ll speak when he needs to. You see no blood, bruising, and you smell no gunpowder, so things can take their time.
And then one hand of his travels up to cup your chin and gently tip it up so your eyes meet his. Then he speaks low, “Remember your special word?”
Your eyes widen, and you nod confidently, “String.” You feel your heart in your throat with a sudden rush of excitement, and you see a small smile flash across his lips. He keeps his hand on your jaw and slowly slide it down to rest wrapped around your throat. You feel your stomach buzz at the sensation, his thumb stroking up and down the soft skin of your throat. Then you feel your eyes cross briefly when he tightens his hold on you, just hard enough to feel pressure, feel the weight of his strength. It’s claiming hold, and the thought has you wetting your dry lips, you can see his eyes darken at the sign of your arousal.
The next thing you feel is his lips against yours, the two of you falling into a rhythm of short, frantic kisses. His hold travels your body, grasping yours hips to pull you against him, squeezing your ass and grabbing your hair to control your head.
You’ve never felt his touch so controlling before, hard and demanding. And you stand there, trying to keep up with kisses and relinquish control over, feeling a freeing safety net be cast over you. Your trust in Joel was exhilarating, you could give him complete control and not have to worry, you can just be loved on.
So when he says “Arms up” you do so, giddy smile on your face while he rucks up your shirt and bra, tossing them aside. You sigh in relief when he cups your breasts, thumbing over your nipples.
“Feels good, doll?” He practically purrs, and you nod enthusiastically.
Then he brings one of your knees on his hip, and with you off balance he easily brings you down to the ground, keeping you literally caged beneath him, you’ve never felt so surrounded by him before. He hooks his fingers underneath the elastic band of your underwear and rolls them down your legs, your knees coming up automatically to help him. Underwear dropped aside, his big hands clamp down on your shins where you keep your cunt somewhat obstructed. With one move he pulls apart your legs, abruptly exposing you to the air and his eyes. He slots his body between your legs so you’re spread open for him and all you can do is watch.
With one hand, he cups you, slipping his fingers through your lips, teasing around your clit, while the other hand goes to his belt, unbuckling and unzipping his jeans, so he can pull out his swelling cock.
“I can’t wait, sweetheart.” He says, notching his hips against yours, resting his heavy cock on top of your mound. He fucks himself against you, making you jump with every bump of his tip against your clit. You can feel yourself begin to coat his length in your wetness, which you’re thankful for, taking Joel is no small feat. He’s long, easily reaching the end of you, and he’s fucking thick. It feels like your pussy creates a vacuum from how wide he stretches you. He’s always been so careful not to hurt you before, usually licking and sucking your clit before even finger fucking you to open you up wide enough.
You don’t think he’s going to do that tonight, given that he’s notching his cock head with your hole. He takes you by surprise by spitting down on your mound, spreading the added wetness to your entrance.
Then he starts to push in. You can’t help it, you arch away at the sting, your knee drawing across his hips to give you space. You want to take him, you just need a moment to adjust. Joel just keeps pushing forward, readjusting to pin your knees to the side of you, while he continues to sheathe himself inside you completely.
He crowds even closer, his face hovering over yours - nose to nose. Once he’s hilted inside, you both moan simultaneously and you feel his lips swallow your moan of pain and turn it into one of pleasure.
He retracts so he can spit on the pads of his fingers and reach down to soothe where your lips are stretched impossibly wide around his cock. It does help the ache, especially when he circles the bud of your clit directly.
“God, I love this little pussy.” He groans, looking in fascination at the sight of his cock impaled in your cunt. He slowly draws back, before pushing forward, then repeating the motion, all the while massaging around your stuffed hole.
You barely even register the soft little whimpers you’re letting out, they’re all background noises to the sensations Joel is sending through you with every little back and forth of his hips.
You’ve become so wet from his penetration combined with his stroking fingers, you can feel how its coated his cock and balls, your inner wet inner thighs make obnoxious slaps when his hips rock into them. Harder and harder Joel fucks you, so hard all you can do is dig your nails into the muscles of his shoulder you can feel through his shirt.
Little groans and soft whimpers seem to be being pushed out of you with every stroke of his thick cock, you try to keep your composure, you feel self conscious with how loud you’re being already.
Only you can’t, as soon you clench your jaw shut to keep from gasping, tears start pricking your eyes. The pain has been pushed into the background as a not unpleasant ache, its the pleasure that’s overwhelming. The ecstasy of being surrounded the sight, feel, smell of Joel literally lying on top of you while he groans above you and plows your pussy harder than you’ve ever been fucked.
Then Joel grabs your clenched jaw in one hand, digging his fingers in.
“I wanna hear those sweet little noises you make, darling.” He urges, trailing his hand down to rest at the hallow of your throat, stroking his thumb up your neck.
You do as he asks and relax your jaw, which he must have been watching for because he times it with a particularly savage thrust that rips a squeal from your throat. You feel your cheeks warm even further at the sound but Joel sounds pleased, a low chuckle rumbling from him as he continues to pound gasp after whimper from you, and pretty soon you loose any self consciousness.
“You look so pretty like this.” Joel praises, stroking your cheek softly, and you feel your body go pliant, free for him to do with as he pleases.
Joel grins at your fucked-out expression, “You like being fucked like this?”
You nod your head, “Yes, Joel.” Are all the words you can manage.
You can hear him hum his approval. One of his hand drops down to your clit, and it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to cum once he touches you. Your walls rhythmically grip around his pistoning cock.
“Good girl, that’s a good fucking girl.” Joel’s husky voice praising you prolongs your orgasm, til every muscle in your body is taut as a bow string. Finally the waves of shudders wracking through your body ebb away. You let out a huge breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and blink your eyes open to look up into Joel’s.
“That feel good?” He asks all innocent like he isn’t still buried balls deep inside you.
“Mmm hm.” You nod, face breaking into a smile as he presses kisses down your neck, whiskers tickling the sensitive skin.
You squeak in surprise when he wraps his arms more firmly around you and effortlessly hoists you into the air.
I reblogged a thot awhile ago, that said Joel Miller will absolutely eat it from the back. And I just want to reiterate that yes he does.
💀💀💀💀
Something I love thinking about is the duality of this man pre and post Outbreak —
Pre — I can see him sort of….routine, in the bedroom? Almost hesitant (not the best word, but I can’t think of one better) because this man knows what he’s doing and he does the job well but I think he has his tricks and he knows what works for him and that’s what he does, lol. I can see eating from the back sort of taking him by surprise — both the shake up of the position, but also in how much he fucking loves it
Post — this man is nasty, okay? Again — he’s not doing anything fancy, he’s definitely that Blue Collar Sex™️ I’ve talked about before lol but there is this slight desperation to his fucking that makes him slide easily into things he maybe wouldn’t have done without asking before: eat it from the back with open relish, anal, more forceful fucking with one big hand gripping both your wrists and holding them above your head as he pounds into you
BITING MY FIST OH HOW I LOVE MY OLD MAN oh how i want to grow old with him and suck his d—
this post contains smut, 18+ minors dni!
SEB MY BBY, MY LOVE 💗💗 sorry i’m responding to this sooo late 🤦♀️
but AAAAAAAHHHHH 😵💫 i swear that man only gets finer with age !!!! like joel has always been gorgeous, but 60s joel…
the longer curls that are more gray than not, the READING GLASSES 🫠 that one pic of him with his hands on his hips..… pls i’m climbing the walls
what i would give to grow old with him too, living a nice, peaceful life in jackson and of course sucking his dick 🤭
it often happens when you catch sight of joel tinkering away on some electronic or working on his wood carvings. seeing him sat at the table, hunched over and deft hands working overtime, deep brown eyes fixated on whatever he’s working on, brows furrowed in concentration. those reading glasses that make him look oh-so distinguished perched on the strong bridge of his nose and falling just a little.
you don’t know what it is, but that sight does something to you.
so much so that it often ends with you slinking your way onto his lap, blocking his view of whatever project he’s working on and drawing a sigh and a grumbled ‘darlin’ from joel.
which leads you to sheepishly bury your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent of pine and leather and something you can quite decipher that’s just joel, and begin to trail your nose along his skin before stopping to lay a few soft kisses there.
whispering against his skin, “sorry, you just look so pretty like this—“ with another gentle kiss to his adams apple that makes him shudder beneath you, big hands dropping whatever he’s holding to grip onto your waist. “just wanna love on you.”
and well, joel certainly can’t argue with that. his hands squeeze your sides just a little more firmly, signaling you to come out of hiding in the warmth of his neck, your head lifting so that your eyes can meet his.
he reaches a hand up to the side of your face, calloused fingers trailing softly along the smooth skin of your cheek before making their way to the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss so gentle it makes your head spin. his soft lips pressing against yours so tenderly as though he’s scared he might break you, the hand in your hair keeping a light grip so as not to pull you further into him, just to keep you right there where he wants you.
pouring all his love into you in the best way he knows how to without words.
joel’s tongue lightly traces the seam of your lips, asking for permission that you happily grant him. your lips parting with a quiet sigh that he swallows down as you feel his tongue reach for yours.
your arms wrap around his shoulders as you shift in his lap, hands squeezing the strong muscle beneath the soft fabric of his flannel as your own tongue turns hungrier, your kisses growing needier signaling to him that you need more. those reading glasses of his that you love so much knocking against your nose as you try to pull him closer.
pulling back only when the need for oxygen calls for it, you meet joel’s dark chocolatey gaze, his eyes dilated with a hunger that you’re sure your own eyes match.
softly, your hands reach up to lift the glasses off joel’s nose and remove them from where they frame his face, your lips moving to kiss the bridge of his nose as you blindly reach behind you to place them on the table.
trailing sweet little kisses along his nose and his stubbly cheeks, along the corners of his mouth but never quite letting his lips catch yours when he tries to shift to reach them.
joel’s breaths are becoming heavier as you continue dotting kisses along his skin, moving to his jaw where your lips catch the little patch in his beard, and down to his neck as you slowly begin to slide your way down his body, your kisses following downward too over his clothed chest and belly, continuing your descent until you’ve found yourself seated between his knees underneath the table.
you lay a gentle kiss to meat of his thigh through his jeans and joel looks like he’s about ready to combust.
one of those rough, strong hands that you love so much reaches out to tangle in your hair as you teasingly palm the growing bulge beneath the worn denim. gripping tighter when your nimble fingers release him from the tight confines, his impressive length hard in your hand and the pearls of precum that leak from the tip leave you drooling.
a strangled groan that sounds a bit like your name leaves his lips, joel’s fingers tugging at your strands when he finally feels your mouth on him. just a soft, teasing kiss to his tip at first, then a kitten lick to the slit and you can’t help the contented hum that escapes you at the slightly salty taste of him.
and when you take his length between your pillow soft lips— done teasing now, swallowing down as much of his length as you can — joel knows he’s a goner. knows he’s not going to last long when you’re moaning around his cock like that, the vibrations and the wet warmth of your mouth driving him wild.
head spinning as you look up at him from between his thighs with those pretty eyes of yours, shining with unshed tears when his tip hits the back of your throat.
and as he spills into your mouth and feels you hum around his length when you’re granted with the familiar heady taste of his release, joel is already thinking of all the ways that he’s going to return the favor.
hehehehehe 🤭
so ummm …. i’m fine !
no but seriously, this is the first smutty thing (and honestly first thing i’ve written in general) in MONTHS so i hope it’s not terrible!
thank you so much for sending me this ask my lovely seb, and inspiring me to actually WRITE something hehe 🥹 i love you and i love our old man so much, i hope you enjoy these thots about him 🤭💗💕💗💕
JOEL FUCKIN’ YOU WHILST YOU’RE ASLEEP?! kricket… kricket………
smut below the cut*
warnings: pre-established cnc, somnophilia, unprotected piv, 18+ minors dni
hehehehe SEB !! my love 🧡
YES Joel fucking you while you’re asleep! I am a firm believer that as long as you’ve talked about it and he knows you’re okay with it, Joel, especially pre-outbreak, would LOVE to get his mouth on you while you’re sleeping and wake you up with his tongue (I mean I literally wrote a whole fic about that lmao), but also his cock 🫠
He just loves having you at his mercy, loves how sweet and peaceful you look, a beautiful angel in his bed with your hair all spread across the pillow like a halo around your face, and he can’t help but want to touch you, want to feel you. can’t help it because you just feel oh so good wrapped around him, but also because he likes for you to wake up to him making you feel that good too.
I could definitely see it happening on one of those nights where Joel gets home really late from a contracting job, tired and wound up from a long, stressful day and wanting nothing more than to relish in you and your warmth.
You’d tried to wait up for him, but when Joel walks into the bedroom, he finds you sound asleep on top of the sheets, your body closer to his side of the bed than yours.
Laying on your side, clad in nothing but one of his big t-shirts, your chest slowly rising and falling in even breaths beneath the soft fabric, the book you’d been reading to try to help you stay awake lies abandoned at your side.
The sight of you in his clothes, sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed, all snuggled up to his pillow, stirs something in Joel, his cock twitching beneath his jeans and he knows he has to have you, to feel your softness and warmth to make him forget all about the day he’s had.
smut below the cut** ❤️
Joel undresses quietly and shuts off the light on your bedside table before carefully climbing into bed behind your sleeping silhouette. His fingers find the hem of your—his—shirt and gently lift it up to reveal that you’ve forgone underwear and he lets out a quiet groan.
His rough, calloused palm gingerly slides over the curve of your ass, appreciating your curves before making its way to your front, sliding between your thighs to get you ready for him.
You stir for only a moment when his fingers brush your clit, a sleepy whimper falling from your lips at the sensation, before sleep overtakes you once again and you’re melting back into the sheets.
Joel’s fingers find your hole where you’re already starting to get wet from his light touch, sinking one of the digits in slowly. Pushing in and out of your warmth before adding another.
You’re still asleep when another quiet sound escapes you as Joel stretches you with his fingers, your back arching of its own volition causing your ass to press against his hardened length and he can’t help but let out a quiet “fuck” at the friction.
Once he feels you’re ready for him, Joel gently lifts your leg over his hip, pressing closer behind you as he lines up his leaking cock with your entrance.
Joel pushes in slowly, one inch at a time, and the way your warm, velvety walls just welcome him in so easily has all the stress of the day melting away in an instant.
His thrusts are slow and deep, his large hand on your hip guiding your pliant form back against him, his cock reaching places inside you that only he has ever been able to reach.
It’s only when his tip prods against that spongy spot inside you that would normally make you see stars if you were awake, that Joel feels your walls begin to clench tighter around him, your back pressing more firmly against his chest as you begin to stir with a quiet mewl.
“Mm- Joel?” Your voice comes out in a sleepy whisper.
Your hand clumsily reaches back to find his curls, a contented sigh leaving you as your fingers tangle in the soft strands, your mind beginning wake up and catch up with your body as he continues to fuck into slowly.
“‘M sorry for waking you, darling.” Joel presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck. “Just looked so fuckin’ pretty— Needed ya.”
oops got a little carried away with this one 🤭 but godddd I need a cold shower and like 3-5 business days to recover from this, I need this and him so bad 😭 !!! hehehe thank you for sending this my love, I hope you enjoy! ilyssssm 🥰❤️🧡
especially the, “are you going to come again for me?” and “you can take more.” 😵💫😵💫😵💫
hhhhhhhh seb 💗 right tho I feel like it’s giving soft dom!Joel vibes 🫠🫠
and YEAH… Joel Miller + “good girl” makes me absolutely WEAK in the fucking knees 😵💫😵💫🫠🫠
You know he’d be the sweetest, softest dom, always checking in with you to make sure you’re okay and comfortable and feeling good.
smut under the cut* ❤️
You’re sat in Joel’s lap, instantly left feeling empty and whimpering at the loss of him as he gently lifts you off of his cock. Your thighs like jello from pushing yourself up and down his length while you rode him, practically melting against him after he’s just pulled your third orgasm out of you—your arms around his shoulders and face buried in his neck.
“Doin’ so good for me, darlin’,” he praises, and you can’t help but mewl against him as the tip of his still-hard cock bumps against your swollen, sensitive clit. “How’s my good girl?”
“Think ya got one more in you?” You nod against him, and one of Joel’s large hands moves to the crown of your hair to gently pull your head from the crook of his neck so that you can look him in the eye.
“Use your words, baby.” His stern tone eliciting another gush of wetness between your thighs. “You gonna come again for me?”
“Yes, daddy… want more”
And once he gets that confirmation, Joel’s right back to absolutely ruining you. Pulling your tired form in closer for a brief, but firm kiss before flipping the two of you over on the mattress so that he’s hovering over you. Lining the tip of his cock back up with your entrance and filling you with one swift thrust of his hips, harsh in comparison to the featherlight kisses he trails along your jaw before whispering into your skin,
@sebsxphia my darling 💕 your ask about this post with Joel just completely DISAPPEARED from my inbox 😭 (rude, get your shit together tumblr! 😡) BUT I can’t stop thinking about it, so I wrote a little something for it anyway 💗
18+ minors dni
warnings: mainly just fluff, finger sucking
Joel masterlist
I can’t stop thinking about just wanting to turn your brain off after a long, hard day work, coming home to curl up against Joel’s broad chest on the couch and tell him all about your stressful day.
His steady heartbeat grounding you through your tired rambling, one of his big hands combing through your hair, the other coming up caress the side of your face. The calloused pad of his thumb stroking the softness of your cheek before trailing down to your lips and tracing along the soft, pink skin once you’ve finished speaking.
And Joel knows just what you need, his thumb pressing past the seam of your lips and onto your tongue. The rough pad of his finger parting your lips and pressing down on the warm, wet muscle, making your eyes flutter closed of their own volition.
“Go on darlin’,” Joel’s deep, gravelly voice imploring you to suck the digit deeper into your mouth, soothing you as he then tells you about his own day.
“Good girl.” His quiet encouragement pulling a soft sigh from your lips as they wrap around his thumb and Joel can feel the way you practically melt against him. The tension beginning to leave your muscles as that warm, fuzzy feeling takes over your brain, the stressors of your day finally melting away, your mind empty of anything except the feeling of him.
Brrr I need this immediately 😵💫😵💫
hehe seb thank you so much for the original ask, my love 💕 (I truly don’t know how it disappeared, or if I somehow might’ve accidentally answered it privately lmfao) but i hope you enjoy this, ilysm!! 🥰🥰💗❤️💗
kricket please your tag with joel…… i am thinking………………. so hard.
this contains smut, 18+ minors dni!
@sebsxphia 💗💗 EEEEEEEEEEEEEE SEB !!! I, TOO, AM THINKING SO SO HARD ABOUT THIS !!
I’m thinking about pre-outbreak Joel and the babysitter, maybe it’s been a long, stressful day at work for Joel and he just needs to let off some steam when he gets home late at night.
You can tell it’s been a day from the tension in his broad shoulders, tight beneath his fitted black t-shirt. From the tired look in his warm chocolate eyes, to the line between his furrowed brows that’s only made more prominent by the perpetual scowl that rests on his features.
You know it the second Joel walks in the door—from the way he barely grumbles out a few words aside from “Sarah asleep?” before he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in the crook of your neck when you answer affirmatively, the wiry strands of his beard tickling your skin as he murmurs about how much he needs you— that you’re in for it tonight and you couldn’t be more excited.
So you find yourself flat on your stomach on Joel’s bed as he pounds into you from behind, setting a brutal pace and putting all of his weight into every harsh thrust. His body warm, chest plastered to your back as he fucks his frustrations into you, his staggered grunts of “good girl” and “take it” breathed directly into your ear as you try to keep yourself quiet. Nothing but little ah-ah-ah’s falling from your lips and into the soft fabric of Joel’s pillows as he fills you to the hilt every time, practically splitting you in two with every hard punch of his hips, tears in your eyes as you fall apart embarrassingly quickly on his cock 🫠
But also… Jackson era Joel ??? After he finds out—from someone else in town— that you almost got yourself hurt while out on patrol and didn’t tell him… oof he’d absolutely rail the fuck out of you. Lying you flat on your stomach so he can be as close to you as possible with his strong body covering yours. Setting a slow but rough pace, punctuating each hard thrust of his hips with sweet nothings whispered into your ear, telling you how much he loves you and how he can’t lose you. Relishing in all the little sounds you make, the way you’re unable to form any words, practically babbling underneath him with each deliciously slow drag of his cock through your fluttering walls every time he pulls out almost all the way before harshly slamming back in.
Oooooof I need to go lie down 😵💫
This is all I am going to think about for like the next several days 🫠🫠 thank you so much for sending this, my love!! I hope you enjoy and I hope you have a wonderful day, Seb!! Mwah mwah mwah ilysm!! 😘🥰💗❤️🧡💗
