summary: you approach joel at a bar in the qz for a hook up, insisting you have a thing for older men
tags: MDNI, age gap (20s and 50s), daddy kink (fauxcest if you squint), size difference, belly fetishism, blowjob, bathroom hook up, big cock miller, joel is insecure about being old and fat, he's like a blushing old man he's kinda cute
word count: 1.9k
a/n: starting off kinktober with a tried and true joel x daddy kink fic. it's overdone but it's hot so sue me
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joel looked down at his shirtless body, pinching lightly at his stomach. scales are not something one finds nowadays, but joel doesn’t need one to tell he’s gained some weight. he’s not sure whether to be happy because that means he’s eating well for once or whether to be upset as most are at the sign of weight gain. he’d have no thought of being upset if he didn’t think that the men he cruises for might not want him anymore. queer men have a culture of needing to be fit and taut to be fuckable, and despite having significant muscle, joel was not lean cut by any means.
he decides that going out can’t be that bad. the worst that can happen, other than being caught by fedra, is he gets rejected.
he enters a bar, one of the few spots guys go to find hook ups in the qz. he sits himself down at the bar and orders a whiskey. he stays there, sipping at his drink for a while before he feels someone sit next to him.
“hey, handsome,” you say, turning yourself towards joel, “i’ve always wanted to try a silver fox. you down?” joel almost chokes on his whiskey with how forwards you’re being. he turns to face you, being met by someone who is almost certainly half his age.
“no way, kid,” he scoffs, “go find someone your own age.” you frown as he turns back to staring into his drink.
“i don’t like guys my age,” you say, “i always prefer them older.” joel chuckles, cocking his eyebrow.
“sure, kiddo,” he smirks, “ya do this often?”
“quite regularly,” you say, smiling proudly, “i’ve fucked many older men, none as stunning as you though.” you’re really trying to lay it on thick, hoping to break the old man. he finally turns back to you. it might be working.
“oh, yeah?” he says, “i’m sure ya say that to all ‘f ‘em.”
“no, just you” you smile, “what’s your name?”
“joel,” he replies. he sculls the rest of his drink, swearing under his breath. “fine, kid. let’s do this.” you smirk, filing with pride, knowing you’d won. you walk into the bathroom, checking behind you as joel follows you in.
you tug on the collar of his flannel shirt, pulling him into a stall and kissing him hastily on the lips. he kisses back, trying to slip his tongue into your mouth just as you pull away. he groans, making you smirk as you drop to your knees. you unbuckle his pants, pulling them down slightly. you flick his shirt up to reveal his beautiful chubby belly. the mere sight of it makes you drool. joel freezes up as you run your hands across his belly, kissing it, and nosing his navel.
“relax,” you coo, “i told you, you’re my type.” joel groans as you grab his cock out of his pants. you grin, seeing how big he is. you assumed he’d be big by the bulge in his pants but now he’s hard he looks to be about 7 inches.
you peck a kiss on his stomach before wrapping your lips around him. you suck tentatively at his head, teasing him as you run your tongue around it. joel groans impatiently. he grips his fingers into your hair and shoves his cock down your throat. you gag, choking with how far down your throat he reaches. he starts bucking into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. your jaw hurts slightly and spit can’t help but fall from your lips. his cock is suffocating you, as much you love the feeling of him on your tongue you’re starting to feel lightheaded. you hit joel’s hips a few times and he pulls you off his cock.
“ya a’ight there, kiddo?” his panting southern drawl and the nickname ‘kiddo’ make your aching cock twitch. he rubs his dripping cock your cheek, completely fixating on your spit covered lips.
“i’m okay,” you say, turning your head to run a stripe up his cock, “i was just choking a little.”
“i apologise,” he chuckles, “i get carried away. you wanna keep goin’ or does my boy wanna get fucked?” you palm your hand into the visible bulge in your pants. you take his cock back in your mouth, bopping your head to the frantic pace you're palming your cock to. joel moans, throwing his head back against the stall and tugging on your hair again. your pace is a little too much for joel and he pushes you off. you fall back on your hands watching joel panting, holding himself up against the stall as his cock twitches.
“sh–shit, kid,” he groans, bending down to grab you under your armpits. he pulls you up and slams you against the stall, holding you by your ass. you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms round his neck as he kisses you. you kiss back, flicking your fingers through his hair and gnashing teeth together in desperation.
joel pulls your pants down enough for his cock to rub against your hole. you groan, slipping your cock out of your pants to feel it rub against joel’s torso. he practically folds you in half as he moves to slip his cock inside you. it hurts as he slowly pushes in.
“jesus christ,” you groan, biting your lip, “how far in are you?” joel laughs at you.
“that’s jus’ the tip, kiddo,” he says, rubbing your ass softly.
“fuck,” you pant, dropping your head on his shoulder. he pushes in further and feels like you’re being split in half. suddenly, he snaps his hips up and you feel his crotch touch your ass. he’s finally all the way in and it feels like he’s gonna come out your throat.
“ahh! fuck, daddy,” you moan, not processing what you’re say because of how much it hurt. joel freezes, pulling his head back from you.
“the fuck did ya jus’ say, boy?” he growls, grabbing you by the chin roughly. you avoid his eyes, squirming in his grasp.
“nothin’,” you mutter.
“nuh uh,” he tuts, “i heard what ya said. say it again.”
“daddy,” you whine. as soon as you say it, joel pulls out and fucks back into you with full force. your head rolls back and you let out a screaming moan. you didn’t think he could get any deeper.
“does my little boy like callin’ old men ‘daddy’?” he chuckles darkly, thrusting relentlessly as he presses you harder against the stall.
“mhm– ahh,” you try to give him an answer but it devolves into whorish moans.
“your real daddy not love ya right?” joel pants, you can hear the smirk in his voice, “that don’ matter ‘cause your new daddy’s gonna love you the right way, ya hear that?” you moan at his question, nodding your head as that’s all you think you can manage as he massive cock rams into you.
“your daddy asked ya a question,” joel grunts, smacking you lightly on the ass, “now answer.”
“y–yes, daddy,” you moan, “i hear you.”
“good boy,” he chuckles, leaning in to kiss you. as you make out, you start rolling your hips in time with joel’s, finally getting used to his size. your cock leaves precum all over his shirt as it gets the friction it needed so badly. you moan loudly into his mouth as he shifts his angle inside you, hitting just the right spot.
you move your hand down between your bodies to wrap it around your cock. joel grabs your wrist and pulls it away.
“nuh uh,” he says, “if ya wanna touch that ya gotta ask daddy, okay?” you nod.
“p–please, can i touch– nghh– my cock,” you moan out, desperately rubbing it against joel’s stomach.
“no,” joel says bluntly. your eyes widen and you let out a whine in protest. he simply chuckles at you. “ya can’t touch it, only daddy touches that, got it?” you don’t even bother nodding, pulling joel in by the neck and kissing him hard.
“please touch me,” you pant, pulling away from the kiss. joel immediately reaches for your painfully hard cock, jerking it off in time with his brutal thrusts. he drops his head into your neck, starting to bite and suck bruises along it. your hands tug at his hair as your head falls back against the stall. the feeling of his calloused hand jerking you off, his cock ramming into your ass, and his lips on your neck is all too much.
“j–joel,” you moan, tapping him on the back, “s–slow down, i might– ahh.” joel pulls his head out of your neck and looks at you.
“ya gonna cum, baby?” joel pants. you nod, whining as his hips buck. “a’ight then, baby, cum on daddy’s cock.” you rut into his tight fisted hand as you try and fuck yourself down on his cock, chasing your orgasm. joel returns to your neck, biting and sucking harder than before, desperate to have you cum while he’s in you.
“oh fuck– daddy!” you moan loudly, feeling the pressure build, “fuck daddy, oh my– daddy, please daddy– oh fuck–” your expletives get interrupted by your crashing orgasm, making you moan and your hips jerk as you cum all over joel. he continues to fuck you and jerk you off as you cum, working you for all you’ve got. in your orgasmic state you clench down on joel’s cock, sending him over the edge, filling your ass up with his cum. he pulls off your neck, desperately panting and moaning as he keeps fucking his cum inside you.
“oh fuck, baby– oh goddammit,” he swears, “shit, babyboy.” he head falls back into your neck as he grabs the top of the stall to hold himself up. you both stay pressed against the stall for a moment, bathing in your orgasms and the sound of each other’s panting.
joel slowly pulls out of you, holding you up as he does. he holds you as you drop your legs down, making sure you don’t fall over on weak knees. you hold his biceps to steady yourself and grab some toilet paper to wipe the drops of cum you got on his shirt.
“i will say, kid,” joel says, watching clean him up, “that was probably the best fuck i’ve had in awhile.” you smile, pulling up your pants.
“i told you, i do this often,” you chuckle, “old men love this ass.” joel sneaks his arm around to squeeze your ass.
“‘m sure they do,” he says, gruffly. he tucks his cock back into his jeans before scratching his neck and looking back at you. “would ya…uhm, wanna do this again?”
“yeah,” you say, smiling proudly at how shy joel turned all of a sudden, “yeah, of course.” joel lets out a breath.
“o–okay, great,” he says, smiling, “would ya wanna do it at my place instead of some gross bathroom next time?”
“that sounds nice, yeah,” you say, kissing him on the cheek and moving to leave the stall.
“wait,” joel grabs you gently by the shoulder, “how will we– when will ya come back ‘ere?”
“i can come back tomorrow, if that’s what you’d like?” joel nods, softly.
“yeah, i’d like that.”
“i’ll see you tomorrow then, daddy,” you smirk. joel scoffs, laughing at you.
“go home, kid,” he says, pushing you out of the stall.
losing my mind over your old man!joel... i need him and his broken dick so bad... drools.
anyways, thinking about running out of viagra but you're both insatiable- you just need joel to fuck you, it's real bad. and ofc joel is hung like a horse, so you get the idea for him to fuck you with his limp dick. it's not perfect but it works well enough for the both of you and joel ends up cumming, completely soft, inside you :3
lowkey would be hot as hell if that's the time the ends up getting you pregnant
OH MY FUCKING GOD GOOB, this made my pussy throb what the ffffffffffffffffuck 🫠 this is so fucking hot i honestly am gnawing at the walls of my enclosure. everyone knows that old man!joel miller has a big ass breeding kink, his only purpose in life, his dying wish if you will, is to have your belly round with his kid... fuck fuck fuck fuck
so i reckon it would be something like this...... if people would like to see this as a fleshed out idea, let me know 🫡
a very quick oldman!jackson!joel miller x f!reader drabble, where you both deal with a limp dick situation... 18+ mdni
“Honey, I don't think it's working...” Joel mouthed, sweat gathering on his prominent brows.
You were laying on his bed, fully naked and with your legs parted. Joel was kneeling between your thighs, his flaccid dick stuffed in your panties, rubbing your throbbing clit with his cockhead under the garment.
“No luck?” you asked breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows to glance up at him. “Let me suck you then, I'm hungry.”
“Nuh-uh,” he tutted with a heavy huff, dragging his limp dick along your slick folds.
You whimpered, eyes focused on how the outline of his gifted cock moved below your underwear. You couldn't see how he was humping your drenched slit, but you could feel his girth snugly slotted between your swollen pussy lips.
“We can make it work, baby,” you promised, eyes fluttering shut when his mushroom head brushed your writhing clit again. “Just stuff me full, there's more than enough of you for the both of us.”
Joel's pinched brow suddenly relaxed, his darkened eyes searching for yours. He looked at you in disbelief, as if his old man's hearing was betraying him.
“What? With... with my limp dick?” Joel husked out shakily.
“Mhm, yeah... Trust me, I'll be gentle, it won't hurt. I promise,” you mumbled reassuringly, your warm hands lovingly caressing his forearms.
Joel warred with himself. He didn't think you'd hurt him at all, you never could. But this was humiliating enough as it was. What if he didn't get hard once inside your pussy? What if he could never get it up again without the blue pill?
“I... I dunno, sweetheart. Don't wanna disappoint you anymore than what I already have,” he admitted in a hush, embarrassed, guilt eating him up from the inside out.
Joel sat back on his heels, his cock sliding out of your damp panties. His dick was as soft as twenty minutes ago, not even an incipient erection in sight.
You quickly sat up, getting closer to him. You lifted your legs over his thighs, wrapping them around his waist, so your pussy was flush with his cock.
“Hey, I am not disappointed at all, alright?” You pecked his lips, a soft smile curling the corners of your mouth. “I am horny as fuck right now. Look,” you grabbed his right hand and slithered it down your belly, dipping it below your panties. You guided his fingers to your slick seam and gasped when you forced his ring finger to flick your clit. “Feel how wet I am? It's all for you, because of you. I love you. Please, I will make it good for both of us, I swear.”
Joel's balls grew heavier and warmer, the feel of your tacky arousal slipping through his fingers making him feel lightheaded. He didn't deserve you, your patience. Your love. But he was damn grateful for whatever put you in his way. He would spend the rest of his life proving to you that he was worth it, worth the effort.
Joel gave you a soft nod.
“Okay,” he conceded, kissing the tip of your nose.
You squealed in excitement, but your little giggle mutated into a muted sob when he pressed a tight, lazy circle on your nub.
Eager to have your pussy swallowing his limp cock, you pushed your panties aside for him, while Joel lead the tip of his cock to your gushing entrance with his free hand, the other still stimulating your clit.
He pushed in ever so slightly, and your soft, velvety cunt engulfing his mushroom head.
Joel groaned, feeling how you squeezed your inner walls tightly to then release the hold, making room for him.
“You good? No pain?” you checked in on him. Joel shook his head no. “If it hurts let me know, we can stop whenever you want.”
Joel's heart contracted in his chest, your love like a blanket around his old loving muscle. Slowly he kept on going, pushing in as your legs hugged him tighter, your abundant slick the best lube. There was no painful friction—despite how soft he was, his cock was furrowing it's way down your cunt smoothly, with ease. Until he was fully seated inside your sweet pussy, feeling warm and cozy.
You gasped, your expression so blissful it tugged at his heart, and teased him a little with a soft squeeze.
“Oh, fuck... I am so full right now...” you mewled, leaning forward to kiss him, his fingertips still working your clit raw. “You're so big, even if you're limp, baby... Is it... is it okay if I clench?”
“Yes, please,” he mumbled, mind fuzzy with pleasure.
You gradually clutched around him, compressing his flaccid cock until you were extremely tight around him. Then you relaxed your walls fully before you slowly squashed him again, gently pumping him, cockwarming him.
“There's no rush, baby. Even if you don't get hard, it's okay. This is... fuck, this is more than enough,” you mewled, draping one arm around his neck to kiss him gently.
“Love you, sweetheart. You're so good to me, for me,” Joel muttered, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth while his fingers lovingly stroked your soft, palpitating bundle of nerves.
i'm lowkey obsessed with photos of lou from the 2000s and early 2010s,, if you have any that you haven't (or have) posted before i'd love to see them!!
pairing: bear hybrid joel miller x reader (gender unspecified)
summary: you’re camping alone in the woods during june; bear mating season.
tags: MDNI dead dove do not eat, noncon/dubcon, noncon that turns into dubcon, porn without plot, demihuman/hybrid, lowkey monster fucking, dubious bestiality (joel is part bear but not fully), breeding kink, slight breath play, size/weight kink, manhandling, stupidly big cock, excessive cum
word count: 1.5k
a/n: kinda inspired by perotovar’s minotaur!joel but also not really. mainly just the idea of hybrid/monster fucking x joel. this is pure smut don’t think about the logistics of it.
drabble from joel's perspective
camping out in the wyoming wilderness has been your dream for the longest time. sleeping under the stars, waking up to the sun shining through the tall pines, and the chance to see the wildlife. the idea was frankly intoxicating.
what you really wanted to see was a bear. you’ve been fascinated by bears for years, them being your favourite animal. despite their primal and dangerous nature, you can’t help but think they’re adorable. you know if you see a bear there’s no way you’re getting near it but finally getting to see such a majestic bear in person would be satisfying enough.
unfortunately, your friends were not willing to take the same risk. the mere mention of spending the night alone in the woods with the possibility of encountering a bear had them shaking their heads. you called them scared but no amount of pressure could convince them to come with you, so you’re out here alone.
that hasn’t been bothering you so far. the trek to your camping spot was peaceful without the chaos of others in your ears. but as night began to creep in, you became a little more on edge. you’ve never liked the dark so being out here alone in the forest at night was a scary prospect but you had a fire going and a lamp inside your tent. you told yourself it’ll be fine.
as the darkness truly settled over your campsite and the chill set in, you put out the fire and crawled inside your tent. you huddled up in your sleeping bag and hoodie, trapping the warmth in as you tried to fall asleep.
you must have fallen asleep at some point because now you’re jolting up in your sleeping bag, awoken by a loud crunch outside your tent. you freeze, muscle coiled tight, ready to run or fight if you need to.
the air is thick with a deafening silence as you listen out for a sound again. you try to calm your breaths but it doesn’t work. your heart is practically beating out of your chest with suspense. you move to cover your mouth– your biggest mistake yet. the fluff on your hoodie makes you sneeze, sending out a signal to whatever is out there that you’re alive, warm and ready to eat.
the fear you feel is suffocating as you realise how screwed you are. you hear heavy footsteps approaching and before you can even begin to imagine what it could be, large claws slice straight through the door of your tent.
you see the silhouette of a bear, illuminated by the moon, before a flash of brown and claws tear your sleeping bag off of you. you scream now, a horrid screeching sound you didn’t even know you could make leaving your throat. the massive size of the bear hovers above you as he bullies his way into the tight tent. with a swipe of his claws, your clothes torn, leaving you bare and terrified.
your legs fly up, kicking and shoving at the bear, trying hopelessly to push him away. your foot hits his face and it growls, his spit hitting your face. he wraps his hands around your legs, shoving them up by your head. with a growl, he drops his weight on top of you, his heavy breath falling down on your face.
feeling his body pressed against yours, you realise this isn’t a bear. at least not completely. you can feel a thick layer of coarse bear hair but you can always feel the rough skin of a man. you slowly move your hand flick the lamp light on.
he sure looks like a bear. he’s large, hairy and burly with claws and round ears, but his facial features are human. he has thin pink lips, a strong aquiline nose, and harsh tired eyes.
the man-bear groans at the light, swatting at it and shattering it, leaving you in darkness once again. he lets out another growl before dropping his head into your neck. before you can react to the feeling of his drooling mouth on your neck, you feel something nudge at your hole. a dread washes over you as you realise what’s happening.
“no– please, no,” you plead but all you're met with is a grunt. you try pushing at his broad shoulders with your hands but he simply pins them down as if you weigh nothing. he slumps his weight on top of you, knocking the air out of your lungs. the lightest male bear is about 400 lbs. thank the heavens this man-bear thing isn’t that heavy or else that’d surely have killed you.
before you can recover your breath, he slams his cock inside you. you let out a howl of pain as his cock practically splits you in half. you can’t see how big it is but from how it feels inside you, it’s larger than a human’s. he has a rough pace, clearly having little regard for you, ramming his cock harder and deeper inside you.
his hot wet breaths on your neck begin to change from haggard grunts to something close to a moan. it doesn’t sound quite human but it’s undeniably a noise of pleasure. you can’t help feel each thrust starting to hurt less as you listen to the gruff moans. you’re slowly relaxing, letting him take what he needs.
when his cock hits that perfect spot inside you, you can’t stop the moan the slips from your lips. he responds with his own moan, adjusting so he can hit that spot inside you over and over. the feeling of being so full and the way his fat cock head slams inside you makes you see stars. the fear you held is long gone, replaced by the overwhelming feeling of pleasure he’s giving you.
he can feel the way you’re relaxing more and let go of your arms, slipping his massive paws under your back to pull you closer as he places more of his weight on you. you move your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer too. your fingers curl in the hair at the back of his neck. it’s a confusing mix of soft curls and coarse hair.
now he has a better grip on you, he holds your waist, moving you with an ease on his cock like a fleshlight. as he does, he licks and kisses at your neck. it isn’t like any kisses you’ve had before with another human, they’re more sloppy, more like an attempt to mimic kisses than having any understanding of how to do them. but that doesn’t bother you. his lips feel like heaven, the teasing on your neck only enhancing how good his cock feels inside you. you pull on his hair, removing his lips from your neck so you can kiss him. he seems confused at first but quickly catches on as you tongue laps at his lips.
he holds you tight in a literal bear hug, kissing you hungrily as he thrusts you up and down on his cock. you can barely see the light of the moon in the tent anymore, it’s completely blocked out by the sheer size of him. all his weight on you, the sloppy kisses, and the way he’s impaling you on his cock are making it hard to breathe. the lightheaded feeling you’re getting is making your pleasure even more intense, sending you over the edge into your orgasm. you moan into his mouth, your body tensing and spasming as the most intense orgasm you’ve had rips through your body.
you break the kiss, pressing your nose against his strangely human one as you gasp for air. each breath is accompanied by loud, needy moans you’ve never heard yourself make before as you try to recover as he continues to thrust into you. he squeezes you tighter, constricting you as his thrusts get sloppier and faster. you can feel his cock throbbing and his breaths coming in faster. he pulls you down hard on his cock, shooting his load deep inside you. you can feel his thick virile cum filling you up. the load is so big you can feel your stomach start to swell from the share size.
once he’s finished filling you up, he slumps forwards, flopping on top of you, his cock still inside you. the pressure on your swollen stomach hurts a little but the pure ecstasy of how he just fucked you is keeping you distracted from the impending pain of tomorrow. after a few moments of catching his breath, the man-bear lifts himself off of you, giving you space to breathe again.
you think for a second he’s going to pull out and leave you but he doesn’t. he picks you up in his big furry arm, hugging you gently now. he lays down on his side, pulling you with him. he snuggles against you, resting his head on yours as he cuddles you in his arms.
this is beyond strange and you’re already hurting from his rough fucking, but in his arms, you feel weirdly safe. if nothing else, he clearly has no intention to kill you and is warm in the harsh cold of the night.
you have no clue what tomorrow is going to bring but at least you can say you encountered a bear. even if you’ll never tell anyone what actually happened.
summary: as soon as you and joel enter jackson, things go sideways
tags: MDNI TW smut, noncon that turns into dubcon (joel forces himself on the reader but they're mostly okay with it), biting, breeding, sex in the forest, jealous possessive joel, pain (sexually and nonsexually, just a lot of pain in this one), mainly angst, mild fluff/ hurt comfort at the end, ptsd episode, joel is very traumatised and scared, joel hurts the reader and tommy, mention of blood and injury
word count: 3.9k
series: feral joel miller
a/n: uni is finally fucking over and so i am able to write again. the end of semester is so rough icl. anyways,, my feral boy is back. there's smut so now the reader's specified as amab but still not any super gendered language used
as the horses enter the gates of jackson, you turn to smile at joel, giving him a look of pure excitement and anticipation. he returns it with a weary smile. you watch as his ears twitch and nose crinkles up, his senses trying to adjust to this bustling environment.
the jackson settlement is unlike anything either of you have seen in or outside of the qz. it’s just as lively as the qz, with people down every make-shift street, stores and houses everywhere. but unlike the qz, it actually feels like a home, a community full of people that work together and caring for the well being of their fellow citizens and the town they live in. it feels like somewhere you and joel could be together, somewhere he could get help, and you two could finally find some peace as one.
joel’s agitation is putting a damper on the hopeful feeling jackson is instilling in you. his head snaps about as his nose crinkles up, sniffing at the air. the guy who’s horse he’s on notices and nudges him. he looks over at you. “what’s his problem?”
you lock eyes with joel as his head snaps over to you. his nose twitches and he gives you a look of confusion and fear, shrouded by a furrowed brow. “i think he smells something?”
“is he a fucking dog?” the guy scoffs, earning a growl in his ear. you shake your head at joel and he rolls his eyes, making you chuckle a little. that chuckle quickly dies when you see joel’s body tense up. he jumps off the back of the horse, startling the others as he does, before bounding forwards through the town, heading straight to ongoing construction.
“joel! stop!” you yell, climbing off the back of your horse and running after him. the jackson residents you were riding with are yelling something at you, but you can hardly hear it over your own breath as you try to catch up with joel.
rounding a corner, you see him halt, sitting back on his hind legs. you skid and drop down next to joel, grabbing hold of an arm and clinging to it. he grunts but barely acknowledges you as he glares towards the men at work.
“joel, what’s wrong?” is all you can say before joel shoves you off him and stands up. he hasn’t been so rough with you since your first week together, so hitting the dry, hard jackson dirt hurt more than just your back. you yell as you feel a pebble jab into the back of your head as it flings back against the dirt. usually, any noise from you and joel is on you, brown eyes wide and attentive to check you’re okay. but he remains tall and stern where he’s stood.
“joel?” a deep southern voice calls, snapping you out of your pain. as you sit up, you look up to find a man with dirty blond hair with a similar look to joel. his hair is long and shabby, his face is rounder, fuller, and his nose has a crook in it, but under all that, he looks surprisingly like joel.
“jesus christ— joel!” the man runs towards joel, equal parts desperation and disbelief in his voice. before he can reach joel, joel twitches and snarls at him, letting out a deep growl which makes the man slow. the man stares in utter confusion, like he may have mistaken joel for someone else. he places his hands up, “joel? ’s me, tommy.”
as the man states his name, you watch joel’s eyes grow cold and detached, looking almost like the broken man you’d found in the forest. tommy takes a step closer and joel’s body tenses before he turns around, back on all fours and bounds towards the gates. the people you were riding with, still trying to get their horses back in order, turn to tommy, as if to ask for orders.
“what the fuck ya lookin’ at me f’?” tommy yells, “go git ‘im!” the riders tap their horses and head off after joel who’s disappeared out the gates and into the forest nearby.
you scramble up, going to run after him before tommy stops you, a heavy hand grabbing your shoulder tight.
“who’re you ‘n’ what the hell’re ya doin’ wit’ my brother?” tommy frowns, forcing you to look at him. coming face to face with him, you can see tommy’s expression of tentative hope and further confusion. you offer up your name.
“you’re his brother?” you ask, “that— that’s perfect. you can help him.”
“what’s wrong wit’ ‘im? i ‘aven’t seen ‘im in years,” he expression flicking to concern, “why’s he actin’ like an animal?”
“he can’t remember anything,” you shrug, “he’s got a really bad scar on the side of his head. i have a feeling it could be that. i’ve been trying to help him remember things and talk again. it’s been working. seeing you must’ve made him remember something.” tommy purses his lips tight before turning and heading the stables.
“come wit’ me,” he orders, “we’re gonna find joel.” you hurry after him, watching him prep his horse and hop on. he offers you a hand, but before he pulls you up, he squeezes it painfully tight. “if i let ya near joel i need to be able to trust ya. that’s my older brother an’ i ain’t lettin’ nobody stand between me and gettin’ ‘im back ‘ere.” you nod.
“i promise you can trust me,” you say, a determination in your words, “i just want him to be okay— that’s why i brought him here. i— i love him. i want him to be safe.” tommy raises an eyebrow at you, but pulls you up anyways.
“don’ think ya love ‘im none,” tommy mutters, whipping the reins, “but i trust ya. hold on t’ me— i ain’t wan’ ya fallin’ off.” your heart aches a little when tommy dismisses how you feel for joel. you rest your hands on his hips, leaning forwards till you’re not quite touching his back. everything’s happened too fast. this wasn’t how things were supposed to go.
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joel’s throat feels raw. navigating forests while bounding faster than a man can run is nothing new to joel. however, your month together has given him space to slow down. other than the incident at the qz and then at his hut, he hadn’t had to exert much energy— at least not this much.
his hands ache as he grabs hold of a branch and swings himself down under a ledge made of fallen away dirt, soil, and tree roots. he crawls underneath, clawing at the damp soil as he burrows down, hollowing out the earth under the overhanging tree, and pressing his broad body as tight as it can go, into the dirt. despite his size, the scraggly tree roots poking out every other way, and the clumps of dirt that cling to them hide joel well.
horse hooves stamp along the forest floor, imprinting into the dirt, burying leaves into the ground, as they cane it round the corner. the heft of the riders and their horses brings loose dirt pouring over joel, but he remains unmoving and silent as he waits for them to pass. he remains tucked in there until he’s certain they’re far gone.
cautiously, joel crawls out. his movements are slow and precise, avoiding sticks and leaves that may snap or crunch, and making sure the soil that he disturbed doesn’t cave in on him. he creeps forwards towards a wide river that lays before him, cutting right through the forest.
he hugs the ledge of dirt as he tries to assess how to get across the river and whether that would do him more harm than good. he remains low and moves forwards to reach to the waters edge. dirt turns to stone there and joel remembers the pain in his hands. he dips them into the cool water, giving them a much needed respite from the pain of the harsh forest floor.
the water is crystal clear and joel can see the bottom all the way across the river. it’s too shallow for him to swim through and stay unnoticed. if he crosses it, he’ll have to stand. with the riders having passed him and heading along the stream, away from him, crossing seems like the best option to him.
joel stands, shaking the dirt off himself, and steps forwards into the water. he wades slowly, crouching to try and remain unnoticed. as he reaches halfway through the river, with the water just above his knees, he hears hooves. his head snaps round. they aren’t coming from the direction the riders left, but the way they came. he scrunches his nose and catches a whiff of the same smell from back in jackson— tommy. he groans, his head aching. he rams his palms into his head before smelling you— the familiar scent he’s been with for the past month— a safe smell. he lowers his hands and looks across to see tommy’s horse approaching. he strains his neck trying to spot you, any attempt at running now pushed from his mind, if only for the moment.
“joel!” you call out, your hand flying out to point joel out to tommy, “joel, stay there!” for a moment he does; you two come fully into view of him, you arms wrapped tight around tommy, your body pressed against his as you hold on. joel’s blood boils as he’s consumed with a feeling that’s unfamiliar to him— at least it’s become unfamiliar in the decades he’s been isolated from other people. it feels like anger, hot and searing; joel grabs his stomach in pain. but it’s not as simple as anger.
the sunlight hits tommy’s face as the horse trots out of the forest and to the lake. instead of the face of man, joel sees a flash of memories— memories bathed in blood, heartache, and an anger that pushes against joel’s skin, swelling his veins and willing them to burst. he screams, a deep violent growl and quickly plunges his arm into the water, grabbing rocks the size of his palms and lobbing them at the horse, each rock thrown is punctuated by roar that’s ripe with pain.
“tommy! turn around!” you yell, terrified at seeing joel like this, “turn her around!” tommy’s instincts kick in and he tugs at the reins, directing his horse back up into the forest.
“we ain’t lettin’ ‘im get away,” tommy snaps, looking back at you.
“we aren’t gonna get to him if he’s throwing rocks at us!” you yell, “you need your horse— we’re not gonna let her get hurt. we’ll just wait til he stops throwing shit at us.” tommy huffs in agreement, hopping off the horse and tying her to a tree. he helps you down, holding you close, trying to make sure if joel throws something it doesn’t hit you. you cling to tommy’s jacket, watching joel out of a wide frightened eye.
seeing you in tommy’s arms only serves to aggravate joel. anger courses through his muscles, making them move without a single thought. he grabs a rock and flings it towards you both. it lands against tommy’s calf with enough force to send him to the ground, pulling you with him. tommy screams, pulling his leg up to hold his shin close. “fuck! joel!”
you sit up next to tommy, rubbing your already aching limbs, and look down at his leg to see his jeans torn and blood pouring out of a gash where the rock split his skin. “fuck, tommy, you need help,” you say, looking around, panicked, trying to think of what you could use to stop the bleeding. as you look around, you catch joel making it to the other side of the river, quickly bounding up into the forest.
“stop. i got it,” tommy grits his teeth, “jus’ go get joel. i ain’t losin’ ‘im again.”
“but your leg—”
“do what i damn said!” tommy yells as he tears his jeans more to tie them above his cut. despite not wanting to leave tommy while he’s hurt, he seems capable enough, and in all honesty, joel is your priority.
without a look back, you take off across the river, wading as fast as you can. the water is just high enough to slow you down; you have to lift your knees above the water with each step you take or the river pushes against you. when you reach the dirt again, your jeans are heavy and your shoes are waterlogged. it’s an uncomfortable feeling, but the desire to find joel is stronger.
you run through the forest, following a trail of footprints and flattened shrubbery. all you can hear is your own breath and the blood pumping through your ears. images of tommy’s wound and joel’s terrifying scowl flash through your mind. you’ve only ever seen joel act in self defense, his anger being rational in your mind. but how he reacted to you and tommy, people that love him, people that wanna help him, was something different, something harder to rationalise. he hurt his own little brother; what could he do to you?
that was a stupid thought. you push it from your mind. he’s just scared. you just need to know why.
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joel stops running when he hears you coming after him. he bounds up behind a tree and sits silently behind it, waiting for you. hearing your breaths, the heavy steps from your feet, and smelling your scent feels electric to joel. he tenses as you approach, staying hidden and silent.
as you run past the tree, you notice him out of the corner of your eye, but before you can turn around, joel leaps onto your back, sending you crashing down hard into the forest floor. sticks, leaves, and stones jab into every part of your body, making you cry out in pain. joel’s massive weight bears down on you, smearing dirt into your clothes and skin.
before you can tell him to get off, joel smacks a hand over your mouth, squeezing your face tight in his large hands. he leans down, pressing his chest to your back as his legs cage you in between them, and snarls in your ear. he presses his cheek against yours, moving til your eyes meet.
“mine,” his growls, before pulling his head back and biting down hard into your neck. you scream into his hand at the searing pain, but are quickly distracted by where his free hand is going. it slips under your stomach, down to your jeans, and rips the button and zipper undone in one strong tug.
“joel?” you try to yell, but it comes out muffled. he doesn’t seem to care either way, pulling your jeans and boxers down to expose your bare ass and cock to the cold air and dirt. your whole body tenses when you hear him unbuckle his pants. you’d always imagine this would happen, just not like this.
“joel!” you scream again and he simply bites down harder on your neck, certainly making you bleed. you feel something hard and thick press against your ass and you let out a sob. you wanna beg him to stop, to think about what he’s doing, but no words would reach him.
tears slip from your eyes, wetting joel’s hand. you feel his jaw relax on your neck, releasing it. his hand jerks your head round to face him. although it’s a painful stretch, the sight you see makes it worth it. those soft brown eyes, full of concern, meet your own. he drops his hand away and kisses you hard, gnashing his teeth against your lips. it’s messy but it’s full of love and need.
joel pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, and whispers, “mine.” you nod, kissing him again. your fear dissipates as you melt into joel, but the nudge of his cock against your ass is still prominent.
“joel,” you say softly, bringing a hand up to cup his face, “what are you doing?” joel looks away from you, shaking his head. he wraps his arms round your torso, tight.
“need,” he grumbles, burying his head in your neck as he rolls his hips slightly, “mine.”
“i’m yours, joel,” you sigh, “but we don’t have to do this here— we can go back to jackson—” joel growls, shoving his hips forwards, the head of his cock hitting your hole but not slipping inside. “joel! stop it. i just wanna help you.”
joel shakes his head and presses his hips forwards, snapping them up as he pulls you down. you feel every inch of his cock breach your hole and drag along your insides. the thickness tears you open, leaving you sore in another place as the skin tears and drops of blood leak out. despite your agonised scream, joel doesn’t pull out. he bucks his hips forwards, pulling you tight to his chest and burying his head in your neck. he grunts and pants as he moves your body and his hips in time.
through the pain of your unprepared hole and the sheer size of his cock, there’s an ounce of pleasure that comes as the thick head rubs against your prostate. you let out a moan, clenching round his shaft as he hits the spot inside you. joel nuzzles your neck, kissing it wetly, as he continues to pound into you.
the sharp snap of his hips against your ass echoes through the empty forest, along with your pained moans and his gruff panting. as the pain slowly fades, overwhelmed by pleasure instead, you turn your head to be closer to joel. though this is far from what you imagined, having joel pressed this close to you, inside of you, pleasuring you, it’s something you’ve wanted for a while now. so, in spite of the contents of the forest floor stabbing you, the aches across your body, your neck and your ass bleeding, you slip your hand down to your cock and stroke it with a painful speed.
“oh fuck— joel,” you moan, your cock leaking over your fingers as you fuck your fist. joel whines, nuzzling your neck. you can feel his thrusts get sloppier and hear his grunts turning into whimpers as he gets closer. you can only assume that he hasn’t had sex in at least 20 years. the idea of you being the first in so long is enough to get you close.
joel lets out a loud whimper as he nuzzles you neck some more. he thrusts his hips forwards, pressing you flat against the ground as he cums deep inside you. he bites down on your shoulder as he rolls his hips into you a few times before completely slumping on top of you. letting go of your skin, he licks at it and the previous wound he made, before coming round to lick at your cheek. he buries his face in your hair and breathes in softly, purring slightly as he does.
joel’s cum fills your hole, you feel it start to leak out as he’s laying on you. the amount you felt pour into you makes your insides stretch from the volume. your cock twitches but your hope for an orgasm is thwarted by sticks on the forest floor jabbing into it.
“joel…” you whisper, your lungs constrained by his body weight, “joel, baby, could you roll over for me?” joel whines, still holding you tight and rolls onto his side. you take a deep breath in and try to brush the dirt off your aching cock.
with joel’s cock and cum still inside you, the desire to finish as well is still there. you grab one of joel’s hands and move it down to your cock. “could you stroke it for me, baby? just like i was doing.”
joel nods, kissing your neck and watching over your shoulder as he wraps his hand round your cock and strokes. he holds it a little too tight and strokes a little too fast, but it doesn’t matter to you. you throw your head back against joel’s shoulder, holding onto his arms tight as your hips buck up into his hand.
“oh fuck— joel— yes, keep going,” you moan, clenching your eyes shut as you feel your orgasm build back up. you turn your head, moaning into his hair as you bring a hand up to fist it, tugging at it. “fuck— yes, yes, just like that— oh fuck, joel— ‘m gonna cum— joel!”
you cum hard, spilling all over joel’s hand. your hips buck on their own, up into his hand as you ride your orgasm out. you pull joel’s head back by his hair and kiss him hard, moaning softly into his mouth.
he keeps stroking your cock til it hurts too much and you swat his hand away. you pull back from the kiss and smile at joel. you push him a little and he rolls onto his back, looking up at you with a blissful smile. you slip off his cock with shaky legs, feeling cum pour down your thighs, before turning and laying down on top of him, stomach to stomach.
“you didn’t have to be so rough,” you say, running your hands through his dirty hair, “i would’ve let you if just asked.” joel looks away with a guilty expression, almost like a puppy getting told off. he shrugs.
“need you,” he grumbles, looking back at you. in his eyes is regret, but also a commitment to his actions; he’d do it again if he thought he needed to. you nod.
“i know, i know,” you kiss him on the cheek, “i know it isn’t easy for you to communicate yet. but that’s why we’re here— in jackson— i wanna make things easier for you.” joel frowns at the mention of jackson, his nose twitching.
“i know you weren’t stoked on those people, but we’ve committed to this and you came here with me,” you sigh, “is it because of tommy? your brother?” joel growls, shaking his head, hitting it back against the dirt.
“hey! stop it,” you grab his head and hold it firmly in your hands, “i can see this is painful, but maybe being with tommy again will help you piece together what you’re missing and will help you recover. i need you to get better, joel— not because i don’t love you the way you are, but because i don’t want you to live in fear and pain anymore. please. if for no other reason, do this for me.”
joel’s brow turns up as those sad brown eyes lock on yours. as much as it hurts seeing tommy again, as much as the fragments of memories that tommy brings with him scare joel to death, he can’t say no to you. he refuses to let you down. with a sigh, he nods.
“thank you, baby,” you smile and kiss him gently. joel kisses you back, wrapping his arms round you tight. “we can rest here awhile and then we’ll head back. you have to apologise to tommy, by the way. you hurt him really bad.” joel rolls his eyes but nods. “hey, no attitude from you. you shouldn’t have thrown that rock at him.”
joel nods and quickly kisses you, wanting to move on from talking about tommy. you know he’s avoiding conversation, but finally being so close to him like this is enough to let you excuse it. every part of your body hurts, but joel’s soft lips make the aches feel like nothing.
summary: after another afternoon in the brothel with oberyn and his array of other lovers, you're all asleep together in bed. oberyn wakes up with his sexual appetite as rapacious as ever and he finds himself unable to resist you
tags: MDNI CW, somnophilia, dubious consent (reader doesn't know but when they wake up they're fine with it), oberyn is actually a sweetheart
word count: 1k
a/n: this is a short one, ashamedly. my prince deserves better, but i wrote this while i was in a rut and brain didn't wanna cooperate. but i think this is cute so yall get to witness it
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oberyn stirs from his slumber, his cock aching for friction. he turns his head to peer out the brothel window. he throws his head back in disdain as he sees it’s not even morning. he’s surrounded by the seen of last night’s orgy; girls strewn across the large bed, his paramour, ellaria, next to him, and you on the other side. he rolls over to find you laying next to him.
you were the man he had hired at the brothel for the foreseeable future to engage in orgies with him and ellaria. oberyn is a formidable lover that lives up to his reputation. you’d never cum so much in your life. by the end of the night, he had exhausted you so thoroughly that you nearly passed out. he had chuckled, kissing you softly as he told you that this was only the beginning.
you are still stark naked, ass red and raw, dripping with cum, just for him to see. oberyn is a man that respects the consent of his fellow sexual partners; if they don’t want it, he won’t do it. however, in these early hours of the morning, his cock aching and your ass presented to him so beautifully, he breaks. he decides it’ll be okay if he’s gentle with you.
he sits up, clambering over you, moving a pillow to gently place it under your hips. he turns you over slowly, trying not to wake you. your body, in its limp state, makes him ache.
“you might be the most beautiful boy i’ve ever seen,” he whispers, pecking soft kisses from your sternum to your flaccid cock. holding your hips with a much lighter touch than he did when you were awake, he laps softly at your cock. despite being fast asleep, your cock twitches under oberyn’s breath and wet tongue. he can taste your previous orgasm on his tongue. he takes great pleasure in knowing he’s the one that brought you to orgasm, again and again.
he takes your soft cock in his mouth, sucking it as he fondles your balls. he hums with joy when he feels your cock harden in his throat. the vibrations of his hum shoot up your cock causing you to whine sleepily. oberyn moans, your whines going straight to his cock.
“fuck–” he groans, pulling of your cock with a pop, “you’re a whore even when you’re asleep.” he sits up, gently pushing your legs apart to see your hole, still stretched slightly from his cock. he slips his long fingers into you hole, an obscene squelching noise coming out as he moves them in and out.
he watches, enamoured by how your hole sucks in his fingers and how your cock twitches, hardens with his each thrust. he watches as your cock leaks, desperate to be touched. as he works inside you with his fingers, he uses his free hand to stroke your cock. he lets you unconsciously writhe underneath him, small breathy moans leaving your mouth, for a while til he can’t resist you anymore.
he pumps his cock, riling himself up even more than he already is, before pushing gently into your sleeping hole. you unconsciously clench around his cock, sucking him in. oberyn groans, dropping his head into your neck, kissing and sucking at your flesh in desperation.
he grips at your hips tightly as he ruts harder and fast into your tight sleeping hole. his aggressive thrusts threaten to wake you, you stirring slightly as he snaps his hips into your ass. your eyes flutter open lightly, heavy with sleep. you hear the sound of oberyn’s desperate thrusts mixed with the beautiful pleasure you can now feel fully.
“oberyn?” you whisper, still trying to wake up and readjust to the cock buried in your ass. he turns your head, taking your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
“shhh, baby,” he coos, “just relax, don’t think about it. i’m gonna make you feel real good.” he runs his hands through your hair, trying to lull you back into sleep. you let yourself relax, just focusing on the feeling of oberyn hitting just the right spot inside you.
“nghh- there,” you whine sleepily. oberyn chuckles, rubbing gently at your bare back as he continues driving his cock into your prostate. he feels your hole flutter and tense around his cock as you whine into your pillows.
“shhh, you do not want to wake everyone else up, do you?” oberyn teases, kissing the back of your neck, “cum when you’re ready, love. i have you.” with oberyn’s soft words, you finally cum all up your stomach and the pillow underneath you.
as oberyn fucks you through your orgasm, your whines devolve into whimpers that go straight to his cock. oberyn buckles over you, feeling himself getting closer. he increases his pace, fucking desperately into your ass, letting whorish moans fall into your neck.
“shit– baby,” oberyn moans, “i’m cumming.” with that he falls over the edge, snapping his hips forwards roughly as he fills your ass with his cum. he continues his thrusts, milking himself in your ass. he collapses on top of you, catching his breath.
he nuzzles his cheek against yours, his stubble scratching lovingly at your face. he slowly pulls out, flopping down next to you. he rubs his hand softly over your ass, feeling his cum leaking out of you.
“i’ll leave that in there for you to find in the morning,” oberyn smiles, kissing your back. you stir, shuffling over to oberyn. he pulls you in, wrapping his arms, softly, around your waist. “was that okay, my love?”
“yeah,” you nod against his chest. your words are slow and quiet, you can feel sleep pulling you back to unconsciousness. oberyn smiles gently, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead.
“good,” he hums, burying his head against yours, “as much as i like to take my own pleasure, i find a warmth in knowing i can bring you pleasure too.” you chuckle at his flowery words, bringing your hand up to cover his mouth. he kisses your palm, understanding that you need to sleep. “i will be quiet now, i promise,” he whispers, holding you tight as you both fall back to sleep.
