#joelsbeard

[punkshort]

oh my god and they were roommates 😨😨

Yes I finally got off my lazy ass and uploaded it 🤣

Sorry it took so long!

[boopernatural]

OMG!!!! I got so excited when i saw you followed me 🥺🥺🥺 I love your fics and that video you made of joel and ellie at the museum together with ashley's version of take on me made me cry 🥲🙃

Omg!!!! Thank you so much!!! 🥺 I love your page so much and your headcanons are so hot dude. You GET exactly what I want in sexy Joel content 💕

Sorry I made u cry but also >:)

[joelsfavouritegirl]

Do you have pre-outbreak or no outbreak fic recommendations? Its also so hard finding ones with game joel unfortunately. I'm not going to lie, even though most of the fics are written for show joel, I still read them imagining game joel lol, it can be hard though because they always mention his brown eyes and scruffy beard, and that he speaks spanish LMAO but im sorry i love my pixelated man with hazel eyes and a scar across his nose and his full ass beard ❤️

IKKK IT KILLS ME EVERY TIME😭😭 unfortunately i don’t think i know any pre-outbreak joel fics BUT @joelsbeard HAS SOME KILLER HCS I’M DROOLING

i know some post-outbreak!joel fics that are (in my eyes) actual pieces of delicious literature. if your curious, you can check @soullumii, her shit’s amazing and she has one no-outbreak!joel thing (carnival lights)

pls send the recs if u do have them😭😭 i’ll try to find some more but it’s difficult when most if them are of show joel, and then i try and imagine game joel but it doesn’t fucking work😭😭 this is what life in the trenches looks like, i’m holding onto every scrap of pixel joel i find

[mermaidgirl30]

Get to know me!

Thanks for the tags @joelsbeard @vivian-pascal and I know other people tagged me, but I have lost those in the notifications.

rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get know better and/or catch up with!

Favorite Color: Aquamarine

Last Song: Paris by The Chainsmokers

Currently Reading: Endless Joel Miller fan fics, but what is new 😂 And I started an actual book!! The Anti-Hero by Sara Cate!

Currently Craving: Fruit

Coffee or Tea: Iced Coffee!

@sawymredfox @mountainsandmayhem @yxtkiwiyxt @studioghibelli @joelsgreys @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @jasminedragoon @604to647

[tokkiwrites]

username song game ⭐️🐰

thank you for the tag @lovely-vamp-princess 🩷

T the night is still young by niki minaj

O oh, no! by marina and the diamonds

K keep on doin' by luna

K king by years & years

I into the new world by snsd

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W whiplash by aespa

R rudeboy by rihanna

I i luv it by camila cabello

T thirsty by tinashe

E eta by newjeans

S shine by doja cat

ㅡ tagging @mybvalentine @joelsprettyprincess @katiexpunk @joelsbeard @rav3n-pascal22

username song game ✨

ty for tagging me @baronessvonglitter @itwasntimethatdidit40 @thundermartini @ace-turned-confused

A - About A Girl - Nirvana L - L$D- A$AP Rocky M - Mascara - Deftones O- One Beer - MF DOOM S- Show Me How - Men I Trust T - Theory of Mind - Kublai Khan TX E - Everybody Wants to Rule The World - Tears for Fears M - MAMI - Peso Pluma, Chino Pacas P - Pyramids - Frank Ocean T - telepatía - Kali Uchis Y - Your Graduation - Modern Baseball

(i'm not fast enough to link 'em all soz)

tags for some babes: @auteurdelabre @gothcsz @lovely-vamp-princess

@swankyorange @pedrito-is-punk @moodstabilizr

@magneticecstasy @sunshinehaze1 @deviseren

@hoelaris

and all the rest of ya

[joelmillerthirstqz]

Prompt Fulfillment Updates~

Hello! I absolutely needed to make this post sooner, but here we are. I tend to write in fits and starts because my health is aligned to cycles of “okay” to “desperately not okay” ~every 6 months. It makes me inconsistent about a lot of things. Anyway, I’m better for now.

That said! I owe some kinky prompts! And I am writing them! Scrivener is open!

The five I’m working on currently:

-Chair sex, one Joel/OC-centered chapter of which I posted as a sneak peek.

-Birthday (oh god let Joel have one September 26th that doesn’t suck)

-Loud. That’s it, just, really loud.

-Handcuffs (this one is turning into something more meditative than planned, stay tuned)

-And ofc, the Joel x Molly x ??? one. That one’s up first.

I remain open to promptin’, kinky or otherwise. I just really love this universe and these characters; and I LOVE that there are even more people writing for this fandom than before.

[misspearly1]

Miss Pearly’s Rec List -

So, I don’t quite know how long I’ve been on Tumblr now, however, when I first joined it was to read fics. Never did I imagine at some point down the line I would write myself, that being said, it is the amazing blogs that I have came across, groups I have joined and friends I’ve made a long the way that have inspired me to write.

The first fic I ever read, was called ‘dirt’ by Astern. It was outside of tumblr. A series made for Joel Miller about the events right after Sarah’s death. An amazing read that pushed me to find more, thus my reason for joining Tumblr :)

New adds: Good Girl (Din D’jarin) - @writerwoed 🥵 🥰

Arthur Morgan Fanfictions

This was the first post I ever interacted with 🥺 - @sad-sweet-cowboah - claimed

@shootybangbang - in which things are asked, and things are promised.

@shittybundaskenyer - we tear each other’s flesh, fall on the bed of leaves

@novaiya - accused of love

@bimrsadler - Bed. Now (prompt)

Joel Miller Fanfics -

@joelmillersgirlfriend - Dirty Texting

@joelsgeetar - Sunsets and Watery eyes

@unprofessional-bard - losing my religion

@emmikmil - a hard adjustment

@mandoalorian - look after you

@andvys - They won’t love love you like I do

@yespolkadotkitty - more time

@aerynwrites - slow dancing

@songsformonkeys - in hot water

@navalcriminalimagines - better than me

@twjournals - the one who got away

@slutsofren - surrender the night

@naughtyneganjdm - parenthood

@when-i-was-your-angel - holding you together

@lunarastrobabe - Sleepless night

@winchestershiresauce - Like a Brat

@writerwoed - Dancing With Joel Miller

@joelsrifle - Love Shack

@joelsbeard - The Morning After (Teaser to Guide me Series)

Pedro Pascal Characters 

@mudhorn-djarin19 - a helping hand (Din Djarin)

@mandosmistress - anything red (Max Phillips)

@javierpinme - inn over your head (Zach Wellison)

@cowboy-turtle - Efforts & Excuses (Javier Pena)

@littlemisspascal - the infinity cube(Multiple Pedro Characters)

@absurdthirst - Fiercely gentle (Pero Tovar)

@foli-vora - strike me down (Pero Tovar)

@djarinsbeskar - Stitches Drabble (Din Djarin)

@no-droids - be brave (Din Djarin)

@littlepadika - purpose (Din Djarin)

@queenofthefaceless - Cyare (Din Djarin)

@anaaaispunk - The before of the storm (Dave York)

@rina-cyarika-writing - the encounter (Dave York)

@corrupt-fvcker - bite your tongue (Max Phillips)

@ghostwiththemostbitch - they say I’m a monster(Max Phillips)

@autumnleaves1991-blog - it started at the copy machine (Max Phillips)

@ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa - of constellations and creeds (Din Djarin)

@littlemisspascal - Paper Airplanes (Frankie Morales)

@supernaturalgirl20 - Glutton for Punishment (Javier Pena)

@something-tofightfor - 500 word kissing prompt (Din D’jarin)

@flightlessangelwings - The Favourite (Javier Pena & Comandante Veracruz)

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This is nearing 40 blogs I’ve recommended and it seriously does not even scratch the surface for the fics I have read. I will add more to this in the future. Thankyou all, I also thank the many other blogs that I am yet to find again 🥰.

[punkshort]

swept away joel and reader 🥰🥰🥰🥰 yes they are cats

DYING 🤣🤣

I love this so much omg

[hawtorne]

joels-beard:

I’m sick get this garbage off my dash

hashtag saviorhide

[tendermiri]

I DID IT......... my finished commission for my #1 fan (seriously you are on my tumblr, it’s hilarious) joels-beard of Ali and Clark. Thank you so much for being patient!

I used both Clip Studio Paint and Paint Tool SAI, and I gotta say, the outcome looks a lot better than I could’ve hoped.

[punkshort]

SARAH IS BROOKS DEALER

[punkshort]

the way your readers could basically write an alternate ending for swept away with all these theories LMAO someone start the google doc!! and then for people who haven’t read it yet you could have our ending show up first, and then you’ll have the ACTUAL ending afterwards and be like haha! Tricked you, this was just a fever dream and here’s what actually happens LMAO imagine readers being like 🫣🫣😳😳😰😰

Perhaps we can do a "choose your own adventure" fic!

[punkshort]

reader will actually be pregnant with grogu in the next chapter and then tammy is gonna try and ruin his birth and joel will miss it bc he’ll be fucking tommy (that sounds so wrong LMAOO i’m sorry joel and tommy)

GROGU! 🤣🤣🤣

What is this story even about anymore?

[punkshort]

imagine if she got marcus a coke lol it would've put his ass into a coma 😭 but they're actually so cute.

I think I might give him coffee in the next part. Might be a buddy the elf situation 🤣

[joelmillerthirstqz]

You asked for more prompts so here I am! 49 - Chair Sex. Joel + any female. They try chair sex once, then find other types of chairs and go wild. There's a list of chairs wiki, pick whatever ones sound most fun/kink. In case Joel being ridden gets old (ha!) feel free to mix in other creative positions. Or add in a new kink with each chair! 2 or 3 different chairs is plenty or do more if you want. I'll leave chair/kink combos up to you unless you want me to pick.

ilu buddy, if you have preferences, hmu! 

That said, I did write a chapter that isn’t really super bound to plot for Like Real People Do where Molly is just trying to integrate their record collection and ties Joel to a chair to get him to stop pawing at her for two seconds. Because I love that you prompted me, here it is! Not posting on AO3 until it threads into their story chronologically.

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“Joel,” Molly mumbles, pulling the record from its sheath to confirm its in the correct place and nodding before adding it to the shelf.

Joel followed her down to the floor after she’d shooed him up onto the couch for unsettling her piles. Molly had undertaken the delicate work of integrating their pilfered record collections (50, his; 49, hers; 5, a mutual pile broken in the attempt to bring them home from the music shop outside of town) when the rain made clear they wouldn’t be going anywhere for the day. Her objection to his proximity came at his tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, a reliable precursor to him becoming more distracting.

“Joel,” Molly protests as his knees cage her hips from behind, mouth dropping to her bare shoulder, index finger tugging a knitted cardigan off of it.

“Do we know different alphabets?” he criticizes, pointing to the next record she’s picked up. His mouth slips to her clavicle, hand snaking around her middle.

“Joel!” Molly turns, eyes flashing. Joel shifts to sit on his heels, raising his hands in surrender.

Molly bites her bottom lip and considers him, rising smoothly and moving to the door to retrieve the rope hanging there. She returns with a kitchen chair loudly dragged behind her, wooden feet scraping the floor.

“You can’t keep your fucking hands to yourself, so you’re going to be good while I finish it,” Molly gestures to the chair. Joel looks up with raised eyebrows and smug interest, shrugging and complying with a tilt of challenge to the set of his jaw. Molly hisses into Joel’s ear, doing her best to secure his arms behind the kitchen chair from above him, even as he tries to nip at her neck when it comes near enough. He holds his arms in position for her to bind them, though, so she cinches the rope tight and hovers close to his face.

“Unnecessary, you were doin’ just fine,” Joel’s close enough to breathe against her mouth for her to hear him.

“I am on ‘C’, Joel,” Molly protests, flopping with her back against the couch to sort her crate among the piles of Joel’s records awaiting their new companions on the floor.

Joel’s leg starts to shake immediately, his eyes restlessly calculating. His hands can’t help but clench to test her knot-tying, broad knuckles making the fabric rasp as he moves.

Molly’s eyes shoot up to watch him between two records she’s comparing to one another, narrowing at the sound.

He tries to look innocent for half a second before letting his legs fall open. Molly flicks a glance to his capable thighs, annoyed that he’s realized what makes her miss a beat.

She moves a complete pile to the bookcase, gently setting a bookend to hold them while she finishes the rest of the shelf. Pausing to shrug her sweater off, she doesn’t look up when she hears the chair creak with impatience.

“How about, if I’m good until ‘M’ I can come help again?” Joel proposes.

Molly looks at him over the top of a record once she’s seated again.

“You’ve been terrible from ‘A’ to—” she glances down, “‘H’,” Molly says, fixing him with a haughty, pitying look. “Rough track record.”

“I’d show you my hands if you hadn’t tied ‘em,” he complains.

Molly smiles and resumes her task, stacking records one at a time after careful verification of the sleeves’ contents.

Joel’s leg starts to bounce once again, impatience not disguising the way his eyes rake over her.

Joel spots the cover of the next record.

“That counts as an ‘M’,” he supplies.

“And we had no such deal, Joel Miller,” Molly says without looking up at him, the tap of another record hitting a stack resounding.

“Molly—” Joel sounds strained, quiet.

Molly looks up at him critically. She rises silently and unbuttons her jeans, sliding them down and off. Her shirt follows, and she settles back against the couch in her underwear, largely ignoring him. Rising to put everything up to ‘R’ on the shelf, she takes her time watching him crane towards her in profile.

Settling primly onto the couch and selecting the next of their dwindling disparate stack, she looks up at him from under her lashes.

Joel watches her singularly, nostrils flaring as his jaw tenses.

Molly flips up two records as if to ask him to opine on their order, smirking and setting one aside when his eyes don’t leave hers. Stepping over him without sitting down, she scrapes his chin with blunt nails, Joel going easily to her touch, trying to get close enough to her abdomen to catch her off-guard.

She finishes stepping over him to cross the room for the record player, Joel lurching forwards to try to catch her off balance as she goes. He takes in the slope of her back and long legs and thinks his mouth may actually water, agonizingly hard as she carefully sets the needle.

Later, Joel would swear he’d recognized what she’d put on, but all the drifting sound does is intensify her form returning to him.

Joel bites at her, barely out of range as she settles back over his lap, closer to his knees than his hips. Molly tilts her forehead close to his, looking at him before brushing her lips against his.

Smiling down at him, flicking his top shirt button open, Molly slips the first knuckle of her finger into his mouth, fascinated by how pretty it is below his beard, inflected with scars from busted lips over the years.

Joel bites her index finger and there’s a sharp crack as he twists out of the rope holding him.

“Fuck!” She protests, Joel tugging her against his lap forcefully, tongue in her mouth without prelude (though she’s prepared to accept).

He rises with one of her thighs in each of his hands, adrenalin narrowly tempered by remembering to turn his palm up to catch her head as he pins her under him on the floor.

Molly’s more smile than surprise, biting her tongue when he tears her underwear, other hand getting through his belt, button, and zipper in a second, maybe two.

Joel penetrates her quickly, which would have been a stupider idea if she’d liked watching him puzzle his way through being out of control less.

She grunts as he frames her face with his hands, heedless of trapping her hair under his hands.

“Not—done—” Molly manages to complain, flailing a wrist towards the records, one of Joel’s hands pressing directly down onto her thigh, spreading her open beneath him.

“Yeah? Got too close,” he stumbles, focused on finding the right angle to take her apart.

Molly bites his earlobe when she has the chance, nails leaving neat punctures on his shoulders in her wake. Joel snaps his hips in kind, shrugging at the pinprick sensation.

He collects her wrists in each of his hands, spinning her to her stomach and entering her again, rough enough for her to sigh with the impact. Joel slows for a scarce moment before she shoves her hips back against him, earning a swift reply. Her shoulders ache wrenched behind her, but she melts with his teeth grazing her jaw, shallow thrusts angled where she needs.

“I should come and leave you right here for that,” Joel murmurs against her ear, lost in how they move together, a stuttering but coordinated rhythm building sweat on both of them.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t,” Molly breathes, catching his free wrist and moving his hand to her core. She bites his lower lip harder than she needs to while he takes up stroking her clit like he’d known the pattern his whole life. Her whole life.

Joel releases her hands to capture her jaw in his palm, kissing her seriously, past the bounds of necessary with his cock hilted into her.

Molly’s eyebrows draw together and she whimpers, twitching around him without reservation. Joel smiles against her mouth and presses his tongue deeper when she smacks him softly, riding her orgasm through.

He spans his hand between her shoulder blades, snapping his hips with commanding calm, firm and rapid. Molly basks in the deep resonance of his thrusts, scrabbling at the carpet as he stretches her from a new angle.

Molly grins as her suspicions are confirmed and he comes far sooner than usual, clearly spurred by light denial. Joel makes this tame, consumed noise that has her reaching back for him, needing him closer even as he falls to his elbows over her, gasping. When his breath changes, Molly wriggles onto her back, tugging him close and admiring the way their hearts meet below rapidly expanding ribcages.

“You’re helping me with the rest,” Molly whispers into his hair.

“Mhm,” Joel acknowledges, stroking her sides.

[joelmillerthirstqz]

I know you have many asks, and this doesn't need to be rushed. Your writing is good enough to be patient. Also I hope mixing 4 kinks isn't too much for 1 fic. 1(lots of deep tongue kissing) + 67 + 76 + 88. Joel with two women, they can be whoever you think makes most sense. Let's see how much dirty sex our favorite daddy can have.

Eeeeeee “my writing is good enough to be patient” 😊😊😊 xoxo

I’ve been teetering on the edge of writing this and have to keep thinking about how to slice it. Early thoughts (and feel free to add yours! I like thinking this out):

67: threesome

💅💅💅 this will not be a problem

76: sloppy, smutty, dirty sex

if you feel inspired to give particular preferences here, I’m pretty flexible

88: marathon

yeah, they’ll be fine. Joel’s survival-fit and experienced. just have to decide who they are.

So, three options sorta:

I might do this as a younger, pre-Outbreak Joel that gets in profoundly over his head with someone he’s dating and absolutely rises to the challenge anyway. Like, drinking with their friends, someone stays later than everyone else, they have a great night; spontaneous.

Boston QZ era Joel is too traumatized and mirthless/can’t imagine Tess making space for that (whenever and however they’re “together”). That said, this era could offer a tonally darker choice 💁‍♀️

My completely self-indulgent side wants to do this with my bi OC, Molly, because the intimacy of seeing his partner express a distinct but not dissimilar melding with a different partner has a lot of potential. Could be emotionally interesting, with clear boundaries drawn to be positive for everyone. Set in Jackson 2035ish.