not to be too nsfw but when you’re on his lap and beginning to sink down on it he’ll hold your waist and watch you with pinched brows, parted lips, and a hoarse little “easy.. there you go, sweetheart..”
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once full and your thighs meet his he pulls you down and whispers sweet nothings into your ear about how good you are.
“So full baby, I know..”
“Look at you..”
“Gonna take it real slow, baby.. need you to feel good, don’t we?”
Summary: soft!Joel watches you sing in the shower.
Warnings: Shower sex not heavily described. Established relationship. Some fluff.
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Joel strolled through Jackson, just a few more streets he thought and he’ll be home. Back with you. It’s nearly midnight, he knows you’ll be up, you always wait up, by now you’re probably in the shower. He arrives at your shared home, the porch steps creaking loud in the silent Jackson night. The warmth is the first thing he feels as he enters through the door into the hall, steam from the shower no doubt, fires nearly gone out.
You sluggishly take off your coat and boots, you relax your shoulders when her scent hits you, lavender. Her favourite. He heads upstairs, his heavy stomps hitting each step, and then he hears it. Fever by Peggy Lee, coming from the bathroom. He pushes open the door and there you are, lathering yourself, making yourself all soapy while singing the old tune in such a sultry way. Joel’s dick twitched. The glass was steamed up but the view was spectacular.
You reach up, pulling hair away from your neck as you lather up your hair with the apple scented shampoo. Joel watched as all the soap dripped down your body, you’d catch some and gently caress yourself all over. His bulge was swelling. He entered the room fully and starts to undress quickly, like being away from you is absolute torture, his springing against his stomach as he takes off his boxers, he slides open the glass door, making you yelp as he gripped hold of your waist.
“Jesus Christ, Joel you scared me!” He wraps his arms around your stomach, nuzzling into you neck, his dick resting between your buttcheeks, the water warming you both. “Sorry darlin, was enjoying the show so much, I had to come compliment the performer.” His hands move up to your tits, lathering all the soap around, rubbing his fingers over your nipples. “Such a beautiful voice, baby. Made me all hard just watching. I’m aching for you.”
You turn to face him, god he’s fuckin gorgeous. His boyish grin, dark eyes, hair sticking down, you separate it making two horns, sticking them up. He lets out a low laugh. “Am I your little devil, darlin.” You press your tits against his chest, his wet hair dragging across them, making you shudder. “Well I wouldn’t say little”, as you pull your focus to his hardened cock. Joel lifts your leg up to his waist, “giving my baby a treat for staying awake for me.”
You know he wanted to be rough and aggressive with you, release all the tension of today and being away from you for so long. But instead, he gently made love to you, torturing your clit, edging you twice, the bastard. But when both your orgasms finally came, your stomach and pussy burned, your body spasming and his slow thrusts were divine, dragging his dick slowly through you, as he came deep, spilling his seed. He lets out grunts and moans, nuzzling deep into your neck, “I fucking love, baby. No else but you.”
He pulls out and grabs you in for a hug before you can get a word out, the water still keeping you warm, the soap long gone now. He turns off the shower and steps out to grab you a towel, while you wrap it around, he grabs one for himself, resting now on his waist. God his body, just as you’re staring he flexes his peck to grab your attention. “See something you like, baby?” He grins as he pulls in for another hug, “you are not subtle at all-“ he kisses the top of your head, “-c’mon, let’s get in bed, I’m beat.”
You both head over to the bed, dragging off your towels and climb in to the welcoming softness of the cotton sheets on your naked bodies. Joel slips his arm under your pillow and lets you get comfortable, he being the big spoon of course, when you finally say done he rests his other arm on your waist, his warmth soaking into you already.
Just as you both go to drift off, you open your eyes and whisper, “I love you too, Joel-.” He mumbles something into your shoulder, he’s nearly gone. “-So much, you have no idea.” Youre deeply engorged into this giant man’s embrace, his warmth, his breath, his scent, its dragging you into sleep.
The last thing you remember was Joel hugging you tighter, soaking in your scent, mumbling, “all mine.”
summary: Somehow Tommy and you managed to convince Joel to stay in Jackson for the night, opting to leave the next morning. Things get just ever so slightly awkward between you and that gruff bastard, but it’s fine, totally fine. You’re really not that flustered already.
warnings: none, maybe a little naked Joel nothing nsfw, maybe a tiny bit of eye-fuckin’ but whose to say, not me!
word count: 3,178
Read on AO3 here
The last twelve or so hours were probably the most eventful of your tenure at Jackson, especially since becoming Maria’s right hand gal. The walls of the small community towered in front of you as the four of you approached. Tommy and yourself taking point in the front while the two strangers to Jackson were quiet behind you, either in awe or unease.
Because the sun was still setting, it was difficult to make out who replied but you think you recognized Marcus’ voice telling the others to open the gate. You looked over your shoulder to talk to Joel and Ellie, “We’ll go to the stables first, drop these boys off then take you to one of the houses. You two can get cleaned up there and we’ll bring you food and supplies.”
“Okay!” Ellie looks excitedly at you and Tommy. Beside her, Joel continues to be wary and alert. He surely trusts his younger brother, but you’re waiting for him to start something with you.
It didn’t take much for the whispering and gossip to start in Jackson. No matter how late in the night there was always a lurker, always somebody looking to stir shit, so when you started seeing more and more of the townsfolk peeping out of windows to look at the two new strangers riding alongside two of their leaders, you sent a silent thank-you to the stars that you didn’t have to linger for the whispering to swirl you.
Just the thought sent a shiver down your spine.
Tommy, who rode in front, began to point out to his brother and the girl various landmarks for the small city. The saloon, the community center, the medical building. Making a not-so-subtle attempt to let his brother know he could stay after you’d all return, live a semi-normal life in Jackson during the apocalypse.
Eventually, you fell behind Joel and Ellie making sure nobody pulled any kind of stunt from the back so you got to watch as the gruff brute shifted on his horse, looking only mildly uncomfortable that he couldn’t keep an eye on you. You wondered how his life was on the outside, how much horror plagued his nights, as it did you and everybody else who had to suffer in similar circumstances. Ellie, on the other hand, looked enthusiastic and much as an ordinary child did, despite the glaring obvious.
Approaching the stable, you pulled yourself out of those lingering thoughts, spotting Cherry and Charlie. Cherry ran up to your small group, excitedly cooing at her babies, grateful for their safe return.
Everybody jumped off their horse, handing the reins to a stablehand nearby and Ellie approached the young woman, “I’m sorry I stole your horse. I won’t do it again.”
Cherry held the horses’ bit in her hand, giving Ellie a stern look which you nearly reprimanded the woman for before she burst into a hearty laughter. “I’d never seen Tommy run so goodman fast in my life,” she howls, “I do forgive you for taking dear Lux but please, don’t do that again.”
Ellie looked down at her feet, giving a bashful promise which elicited another bout of relieved laughter from everyone watching. “Okay, yes, I’m not as young as I used to be, don’t mean I can’t run anymore Cherry,” Tommy smiles. “Anyways, let’s get outta here.”
Once again, your small group fell into silence only to be broken by the occasional point-and-see Tommy was doing as he walked beside you, telling his brother and the girl about Jackson, the little traditions the small community developed such as the movie night that fell on this evening, hoping to entice Ellie into persuading Joel to come back. As he would go on to describe the town and the various jobs everyone pulled, you’d sneak back a look over your shoulder to glance at the man every so often.
Only to catch him staring at you. Damn near every time.
The four of you pulled up to a two story house at the end of a road, just around the corner from the Jackson cemetery. “Why don’t you two take this house for the night,” Tommy said. “It’s got hot water, firewood, pretty much everything you’d need.”
Ellie groans happily coming up beside you as you kneel to the ground and unzip your backpack. “Here,” you dig out some clothes and hand them to Ellie, “Take a shower first. The clothes might be a little big but something’s better than nothin’.”
Tommy nudges his brother, “We’ll bring you some clothes and some warm food. I think Seth has turkey burgers on the menu tonight.”
“Son of a bitch that sounds good,” you say lightly. It was true, Seth’s turkey burgers were one of the best damned things in Jackson. Even if the old man irritated the daylights out of you most days.
“I’ll go get the food, you go get them clothes and supplies. Be back here in 30,” Tommy tells you. You gave your friend a mock salute and turned away, walking to the community center.
You chance a glance back behind you, Tommy engrossed in conversation with his brother, Ellie already running up the porch to that tempting fresh shower. As for Joel, as soon as you looked at him, it was almost as if he instinctively knew when your eyes would gaze over him for as soon as you did, his brown eyes met you.
The moment took you by surprise and you tumble slightly, catching yourself after tripping on your own damned two feet. Calm down, can’t you keep your shit together, you chide yourself.
You tried to keep your mind occupied, tried to keep various small tasks in the forefront of your head; it wasn’t really easy considering a gruff man with a husky voice danced behind those thoughts. You barely stopped to say a quick hello to people as you passed, not wanting to give them an opportunity to ask you questions about Joel and Ellie. You saw the community center and pretty much ran the last few feet, wanting to get in and out as soon as possible.
Although you knew the pair for less than a day, it wasn’t hard to pick out a couple spare shirts and tanks for them, hoping they’d fit. Joel was easy, he looked like a man who knew his flannels whereas Ellie was more akin to graphic tees and long sleeve undershirts.Tossing the clothes into a bag, you made your way to the exit.
You shot a thanks of appreciation to Max, the man who practically ran the center, and headed out, making a quick stop to your flat. You tossed out all the dirty clothing from your pack into the laundry basket that laid haphazardly at the foot of your bed and switched it out for fresher and cleaner clothes, restocked on ammunition for your dual guns as well, lastly packing some soon-to-be expired food to eat on the road. A rapid mental check and you figured you were good to head out and left your dear little flat for the foreseeable future.
Feet thumping against the porch, you pounded at the door, calling out. “Tommy?”
When nobody answered you knocked again, “Joel? Ellie?”
Only for silence to respond.
You check the knob and it gives under your hand and you let yourself in, heading up the stairs to check if anybody was actually here or if Joel skipped town without you. Each room you checked was empty, only pushing your worry to be an accurate assumption when you finally peered into the master bedroom. The door opened with a small creak and you were confronted with the naked and wet image of Joel fuckin’ Miller, clad in nothing but a grey towel around his waist as he sat on the bed.
He looks up at you, watching you watching him. Your breath is stolen away, much like your brain has suddenly malfunctioned. A quick furrow of your brow and you remembered where you were, tossing the bag of clothing at the man and turning to leave, slamming the door shut behind you. Storming down the stairs and aiming for the living room, it wasn’t until you hit the final step that you realized you were holding a breath.
How old am I, you whine. As if I’ve never seen a naked man before.
You plopped down on the sofa groaning, mentally reviewing the sight of Joel sitting on the bed looking frustrated- wet hair and tan skin in all his unfortunate glory. Shaking your head in your hands you sighed, waiting for somebody to come rid you of the ever so obvious embarrassment that loomed over your mind like a cloud when the front door opened to the sounds of Tommy and Ellie talking animatedly about using the rifle to protect Joel some time ago.
Bolting from the seat you took not even a few minutes prior, you met your friend and Ellie, quickly taking the bags from them to do something with your hands rather than ringing your neck out. The two continue talking as they follow you into the kitchen, Ellie going on still on how she’s saved Joel’s life from hunters once upon a time.
Together with Tommy, the two of you set out placemats on the table and served the burgers and fries on plates, letting Ellie finish her story. Thankfully being quiet was usually a quality of yours that served you well as Tommy didn’t pick up anything odd from your demeanor.
As the last plate was set, Joel came down the stairs wearing one of the new flannels you had picked for him. A green number, much like his old one but much less ratty and dirty. You refused to look him in the eye as the food was doled out onto everybody's plates, making sure to give him and Ellie extra fries.
Sitting down at the table with everybody as the four of you dug into the food, Ellie and Joel were quiet as they consumed everything they could which elicited a knowing smile between you and Tommy. It was pretty damned clear they hadn’t eaten anything of substance in quite some time. You were only half done with your own as you got Ellie’s attention, “Hey, kid. Want to finish mine off?”
She looked at you and then to the burger in your hand that you leaned towards her. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Nah, a growing kid like you needs to eat. Take it. I’ll start cleaning up.”
“Ellie,” Joel’s voice hinted at a scold.
You looked at him, “She can eat it. There’s more if either of you want any.” You pushed your plate to the girl and stood, beginning your usual post-meal routine of cleaning up.
“Now you two better not kill each other out there, you hear me,” Tommy started, “Especially you.” He pointed to his brother. You caught out of the corner of your eye Joel tense up, about to argue back.
“Don’t you try to tell me what to do, baby brother,” he emphasizes the ‘baby’.
Tommy put his hands in the air, “I know how you can be, but I also know how she can be.”
This made you cock an eyebrow at him. “Do tell me Tommy Miller, how can I be?”
He stammered for a moment before shrugging, “Hell if I know anymore, you and Maria are gonna be the death of me.”
“Damn right,” you say. You smile and walk over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t you ever forget that.”
As you walk away, you faintly hear Tommy lean over the table and say something to his brother like, “Goddamn Californian girls.” Which made you throw a rag at his head. He had it comin’.
The trio finished up while you cleaned the kitchen giving your mind some time to go on autopilot, enjoying the opportunity to stay clear of Joel for a moment. You couldn’t figure out what it was, maybe it was that he was one of the first new strangers to come to Jackson. Maybe it was the fact he was the elusive and mysterious older brother to Tommy. Maybe it was just the fact you were fuckin’ horny. Whatever it was was beginning to get on your last nerve and you needed to focus on the task at hand- getting the duo to the University for whatever reason.
Unfortunately you finished sooner than you’d hoped then trotted to the living room and settled on the couch next to Ellie, watching Tommy get the fire going in the fireplace. She shifted in the seat, eager to ask, “So, you’re from California?”
You nodded your head, “Born and raised in the Bay Area.”
“How old were you when the virus hit,” Ellie asked excitedly. “Joel doesn’t like talking about it but it all seems so surreal.”
You shifted in your seat just a bit, feeling all the eyes on you. “I was a little older than you are now, not by much. I was still very much a kid at the time.”
“So what did you do?”
You’re taken back for a moment at the girl's questions. You could tell she meant no harm but you weren’t sure how much you could reveal about yourself to complete strangers, so you compromised with half-truths. At the very least Tommy knew what kind of person you were and you had shit all to prove to Joel.
“Well, after the breakout, I volunteered as a field medic for FEDRA for a few years. I couldn’t take it for much longer so I left. Then, I found the Fireflies, met Tommy there too,” you nodded towards the man.
“And she found her family there,” Tommy interjected. The double innuendo was clear for the two of you.
“He’s right,” you smiled faintly. “Not only did I meet the man who’d become a brother to me,” you jerked your chin towards Tommy and noticed how Joel was trying to pretend he wasn’t listening to you. You continued, “but I found my own brother there along with my uncle.”
Subtlety wasn’t your strong suit but what harm could it do to show that you knew what the hell you were talking about when it came to the militia group.
You sighed heavily recalling some of the darkest moments of your lift. “When the breakout happened, I lost everybody on that first day. The only person who I couldn’t account for was my brother, Regan. Turns out he was able to escape then he joined the Fireflies when they formed.”
“Woah, that’s incredible,” Ellie’s eyes were wide listening to your story. “Was he friends with Marlene?”
“You could say that. Without him, she would have killed me when I approached her in Boston but he vouched for me. His opinion mattered to her.”
“Why,” she asked.
“Hell if I know, hell if I could even guess. Regan was always persuasive, could get anybody to do anything if he wanted,” you said lowly, staring into the fireplace. Your memory swirled with thoughts and worries again, wondering if he was still the same brother you knew or if this world changed him like it did everybody eventually. Sure as shit changed you.
Before any of you knew it, the conversation began to idle down as if they collectively sensed your unease. Soon, Ellie’s head drooped along with her eyelids, coming to lay in your lap as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The silence didn’t stay long until Joel looked at his brother then to you, gesturing between the two of you, “What was that thing you did with your hand? When we were fighting with the hunters?”
“It’s a system we adopted here in Jackson. A bit inspired by the military, a bit from sign language. We developed it to be able to communicate if we needed total silence and it works pretty well, only those of us in Jackson can understand it,” Tommy says proudly.
“I can teach you and Ellie,” you offer. “I’d be good to know if we run into any trouble out there.” You looked down at Ellie, watching as she slept, running your fingers through her hair. She looked peaceful and part of you didn’t want to move, just so she’d get one good night’s sleep but the other argued she’d sleep better in an actual bed.
“Yeah,” Joel mumbled, “Be nice.”
You looked away from the girl in your lap and looked between the two brothers. “I’ll take this one up to bed, you get some rest too,” you told Joel. “See you in the morning, Tommy.”
Rousing the teenager awake, you walked with her to one of the bedrooms and she fell back asleep rather quickly. Seemed to barely be phased by the new scenery. You kicked off your shoes and went down the hall, claiming the last of the spare bedrooms. By the rise of the next morning, the three of you will be headed out to the one place you didn’t think you’d ever see again.
These are the thoughts that plague you until sleep catches up to you only to toss over and see sunlight peeking through the blinds into the room. You let out a small groan, hoping that you didn’t oversleep although what it really felt like was that you didn’t sleep at all and exited the room only to find your new companions talking with Tommy and Maria in the living room.
Maria spotted you as you descended the stairs and she grabbed your hand, pulling you outside. “You sure about this?”
“More than anything.”
She wants to protest, you know she does. Instead she leaves you on the porch to walk down to Cherry who was keeping two horses occupied.
You went back inside, seeing Ellie double checking her backpack, yours beside hers. You grabbed your toothbrush and some paste, trying to make yourself feel clean with running water one last time for a while only to return to Joel speaking softly to his brother.
“You take care of that wife of yours.”
“There’s a place for you here, you know,” Tommy tries to convince his brother to return.
He hesitates a moment, scratching his beard. His Spanish accent comes through the southern twang as he says, “Adios, hermanito.”
Joel looks at you, following you out of the house before mounting onto his horse, Ellie jumping on behind him. Ellie gives Tommy and Maria a small wave before Joel turns the horse around.
Maria gives you a tight hug before you are able to get on your horse and she whispers, “You better come back or so help me.”
You pull back and give her a parting kiss on her cheek, “Kill Tommy first.” She laughs sadly at the idle threat and you mount up, giving a parting nod to your friends and then to Cherry and pull up next to Joel and Ellie, ready to tackle this next adventure.
