Summary: An alternate way of fixing their relationship in S01E19: Candance.
WC: 2145
Category: Smut
CW: Assault, Aggravated Assault
For the first time, I'm writing about a big interest of mine that isn't Postal or FNAF all because my friend put the idea in my head. Thanks, Paige <3
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"Get up on the fence!" Joe shouted, his voice aggravated and rapid, "don't move."
"Hey, come on man, be cool." Nicky whimpered in a hushed tone. He tried looking back at his perpetrator but was swiftly met by a blow to the face with his assailant's weapon of choice—a gun.
"Shut up!" Joe demanded, seizing Nicky's hand, which clutched his phone. "Unlock it."
Nicky searched frantically for the home button with his thumb. He had only one thought on his mind. Stay. Alive. And the only way he would do that is if he complied. He unlocked the phone and Joe snatched it out of his hand. His goal was clear as his finger made a bee-line for the phone app, opening it up to see nothing but Beck.
Beck, Beck, Beck, Beck, Beck.
Of course, there were some other calls from his wife and his office but Beck was the only one that mattered right now.
"Jus-just take whatever you want."
"Shut it!" is more of what Joe wanted to say, but it all came out as an angered grunt. He kicked Nicky in the back of the knees, forcing his head closer to the fence. His finger moved to Nicky's messaging app where he'd find messages with Beck. The first one that caught his eye was a message from Beck: stop contacting me. It's over.
The more he scrolled up, the more evidence of their affair he could find. From images, to sexual messages detailing how Nicky wanted to taste her. It made him sick to his stomach and all he could think about was the betrayal.
How could she cheat? What the hell was he doing wrong? She's all he ever wanted. Everything he did was for her, and this is how she repays him? A tear dropped onto his screen, causing a ripple of water, distorting his view.
He kicked Nicky in the back of the knees again, causing him to fall to his knees before he'd start his pleading. "I-I have a family, I..." His breathing was labored as he stumbled over his words, "I can make it right."
Joe cocked his gun, how dare he even think about talking about his family now? After the affair he's been having with Beck? After all the lies and deceit?
"Please, my family, man, they don't deserve this."
Mr. Mooney's words came to mind: "Some people...deserve to die."
Beck's words also flooded his mind: "I know in my heart...that is not you. That can never be you."
The gun felt heavier and heavier, almost to the point where it felt like it was trying to pull itself away from his hand and toward Nicky. He was ready to pull the trigger, and Nicky could sense it. His body shook with fear and tears streamed down his face as he looked over his shoulder at the barrel pointed at his temple. This was it. He was going to die.
But something, something overwhelming led him to put his gun down. It might've been guilt. It might've been the belief that karma would come around. Whatever it was, it saved Nicky's life.
Joe's next destination was Beck's apartment. She was his final stop for the night, and he'd make it a memorable one. He wasn't sure what he would do but a part of him wanted to see her. He hurriedly walked to her apartment, opening the door with his key only to find her in the living room. The sound of the door opening and closing caught her attention. She turned around facing an angered Joe who seemed to have a few things on his mind. She noticed his demeanor, his stance. His hands balled into fists, his face red, his eyes bloodshot. He'd been crying.
"You told me I was crazy." He spoke slowly, his voice deep.
"What?"
"You told me I was crazy for even thinking it." Joe pointed at her, then back at himself all the while getting closer, "if we don't have trust, we have nothing. You said that to me. Do you remember?"
Then, it dawns on Beck. The first time Joe had accused of her of cheating, she said those exact words to him. "What are you talking about?" She looked down, to the side, anywhere but at Joe.
"You know what I'm talking about." There's a brief silence before Joe speaks again, his voice breaking. "There's no Emma Fox."
She swallows her spit, finding the courage to look Joe in the eyes.
"I'm only gonna ask you this once," he closes his eyes, "and I need the truth." He exhales slowly and shakily, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "Are you, or were you ever fucking your therapist?"
Beck doesn't answer and instead looks away.
"Answer me," he says through gritted teeth. "Answer me!" She flinches, closing her eyes. He doesn't mean to yell at Beck, no, he would never intentionally yell at Beck. He loves her. You don't yell at people you love. But you don't cheat on people you love either.
"Yes. Yes, I was. I did. I...I cheated. But it's over now." She attempts to reason with him.
"I've done nothing but dote on you. Support you."
"I know."
"Love you," the volume of his voice gets louder.
"I know, Joe."
"And look at what you've done to me." His voice cracks. "You dig into my past, you dissect my life. You paint me out to be this monster, this...someone who could hurt people, who could do terrible things. But who is the monster here, really? Who?"
"It was wrong of me. I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" His jaw clenched. "You're fucking sorry? For what, Beck? For hurting me? For making me look like a fool?" His hand runs through his hair, pulling it, before he looks back up at Beck—her neck. He'd choke her. That's what he'd do. It was simple, and he'd get the same satisfaction as if he were to pull the trigger. He'd kill two birds with one stone. He'd choke the life out of her, and the pain would go away. All of it. All the pain she'd caused him would be gone. And she wouldn't have to feel it either. It'd be quick, too. She wouldn't suffer. Maybe they'd even end up in heaven together. He steps forward and she steps back, afraid. Afraid of what Joe might do to her.
Before he knew it, his hands were on her neck. She tried to pry them off but he was much stronger than she was. His hands gripped her tighter and tighter and her vision began to blur, and his mind began to race.
"Please, stop. I'm sorry," Beck plead, her voice barely above a whisper, "I love you."
Her words rung in his ears and suddenly he felt as though he's being choked himself. What is he doing? Why is he doing this? He loves her too, more than anything, and yet he's choking the life out of her. Her fingers loosened their grip around his wrist, and she fell to the floor, coughing. He knelt to the ground.
"I'm sorry." He said, his voice cracked as his hand caressed her cheek. "I didn't mean to." His eyes welled up with tears, and all she could do was stare. Stare into the eyes of the man she loved, the man she still loves. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I love you. You know that. I'm just a little broken."
"Joe..." She croaked, reaching out to touch his face.
There was a moment of violence between them and an undeniable sexual tension. A line had been crossed, a boundary broken. Their eyes met and in that instant, there was no denying their desire for one another. They were a mess. An absolute mess, and they were attracted to each other in the most fucked up way.
He pulled her close, pressing his lips against hers. Her hand cupped the back of his neck as he moved her hair out of the way and kissed her neck. She was breathless, and he was intoxicated.
She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. She pulled off her shirt, exposing her breasts and he cupped her right breast with his hand, gently squeezing her nipple. He was gentle, almost timid with his touches, and his kisses. Her body arched towards his, her arms snaking around his waist as she felt his arousal against her leg. She was desperate, and she needed him. All of him. She didn't care about the consequences, she didn't care about the affair, she didn't care that this is all wrong, and she didn't care about the way he had just assaulted her. She wanted him, and nothing would get in the way of her desire. She unbuttoned his shirt, her hands roaming his chest before she pushed him onto his back and got on top of him. Her hands moved down his stomach to his pants, tugging them off and freeing his erection. She stroked his cock, causing him to groan as he bucked his hips. His hands slid up her thighs and rested on her ass as she continued to stroke him.
He grabbed the sides of her underwear, pulling them down before she got rid of them herself. His mouth watered as he stared at her, all of her, and how perfect her body was. Her breasts were beautiful, and her hips were so damn inviting. He licked his lips as he looked up at her, waiting for her next move. She positioned herself on his lap, slowly sliding down onto his cock.
He whimpered as her pussy engulfed him. She felt like heaven. It was warm and tight and wet. It was everything he had imagined it would be and more. She was perfect, and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She looked so beautiful, riding his cock like this.
"Beck...there isn't a line in the world that I wouldn't cross for you." His thumb brushed against her cheek, causing her to shiver. Something in her mind snapped though, she didn't know why but something...something in her made her slap him. Hard. His face turned to the side, his lip cut by his teeth.
To her surprise, he didn't get upset. "Fuck, do that again, please." He groaned. The sound of his voice and his moans were enough to push her over the edge, and she slapped him again. He bucked his hips in response and bit his lip. His fingers dug into her hips, urging her to keep going.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh, Joe." Her eyes closed, her head tilted back. He watched her as she rode him. He wanted to watch her cum.
"Beck," his voice was deep and husky, his tone needy. He was close, so close, but he didn't want it to end. Not yet. He was desperate for more. She slowed her pace, moving her hips against his cock, grinding against him. His mouth fell open and he groaned. "Don't stop." He begged.
She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth. He tasted sweet, salty, and a little bit coppery. His hands moved to her back, his fingers trailing up and down her spine. She whimpered as his nails grazed her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Her lips moved to his neck, and she kissed his throat. Her teeth nipped at his skin, and he gasped. "Beck, fuck," his voice was low and breathless. He was getting closer and closer. She could feel his cock pulsing inside of her.
She sat up, and she watched him. His eyes were half-lidded, his cheeks were flushed, and his hair was messy. She couldn't help but think how beautiful he looked. She moved faster, grinding against his cock, taking him deeper. "I want you to cum for me, Joe." She whispered. He bit his lip, trying to hold back his moans. "I want you to cum inside me."
That did it. His cock twitched inside of her, and he groaned. His grip tightened on her hips and he thrust up into her. He came inside of her. She smiled, feeling his cock throb. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and she whimpered. That feeling of having warm liquid shoot inside you. How she longed for it.
His breathing was labored, and his chest was heaving. She laid her head on his shoulder, her cheek resting on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat, and it made her feel safe. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close. Her body fit perfectly against his. His skin was soft and warm, and he smelled good. It was a familiar smell. He smelled like home. The feeling was comforting and made her feel loved and secure.
If Joe Goldberg from You was the one assigned to escort Ellie Williams to the Fireflies, how would they fare compared to Joel?
Gets emotionally attached / successfully escorts Ellie to the hospital
Gets emotionally attached / dies on the way to the hospital
Doesn’t get emotionally attached / successfully escorts Ellie to the hospital
Doesn’t get emotionally attached / dies on the way to the hospital
Regardless of attachment, they survive the trip but Ellie dies under their care
Voting ended onJun 3, 2025
Propaganda:
If you've seen the show, you know he's plenty capable of escorting Ellie.
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How would they have handled the Firefly hospital massacre:
Have you the show? He has no problems getting his hands dirty. Granted, it would be for a more platonic reason than he typically kills for, but he'd still be do what Joel did...or possibly worse if need be.
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