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[joelswhcre]

hii i absolutely love your content, your writing style is just AMAZING

could u please do one where joel finds the reader like pleasuring herself because he’s busy and she doesn’t want to bother him and he finds her and takes over?? HEHEHE i just think the concept is sooo hot omg

────۶ৎ you shoulda told me, baby

joel’s been busy all day and you didn’t wanna bother him. so you take matters into your own hands. he walks in right when you’re about to cum.

warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, a bit of praise, possessiveness, cumplay, slight dom!joel.

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: baby when i say this ask had me kicking my feet n screaming you just get it omg. i had so much fun writing this filth for you. thank you for the ask and compliment! hope you enjoy!

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you hadn’t meant for him to see.

you’d waited. tried being good. tried keeping your hands to yourself, but joel had been working all damn day—tools clanking in the garage, shirt damp with sweat, face set with that focused look that made your thighs squeeze together.

you hadn’t wanted to interrupt. not when he was busy. so instead, you crept back into the bedroom, legs weak from need, and flopped down on the bed.

slid your hand under your shorts.

just to take the edge off.

your fingers were slick in seconds, brushing over your clit in slow, teasing circles. the needy little gasps escaping your lips sounded desperate, but it didn’t stop you. your mind wandered—imagined his hands instead, rough and wide, his voice low in your ear telling you what a mess you were making.

two fingers slid in, easy from how wet you already were. you arched into the feeling, thumb rubbing your clit just right.

and that’s when you heard it.

the door.

you froze.

“well, well,” joel’s voice was rough, thick with something dark. “could’ve just come to me, baby.”

you stuttered, legs still open, fingers caught between your thighs.

“d-didn’t wanna bother you—”

joel was already across the room, already dragging those ruined shorts down your legs. “sweetheart, you botherin’ me is the best part of my day.”

his hands were hot, greedy. spreading you wide open. his eyes dropped to your soaked cunt and he groaned low in his throat.

“fuckin’ drippin’, huh? all this ‘cause i was workin’ too long?”

“mhm—” you tried to answer, but his mouth was already on you.

his tongue was slow, firm, dragging through your folds like he was starving. he licked up every drop you’d made, groaning like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

and then his thumb pressed against your clit, fast little circles that made your hips jerk.

“joel—fuck, joel—”

“you needed this bad, huh?” he muttered, voice slurred with spit and cum. “shoulda just told me, baby. i’ll always take care of you.”

his fingers replaced yours, two thick ones sliding in deep, curling just right. you clenched around them instantly, needy little whimpers falling from your lips.

“god, that tight little pussy,” he grunted, watching your face. “so fuckin’ greedy.”

you were so close—he could see it, feel it. and he didn’t stop until you were coming hard, clenching around his fingers, slick gushing out with a filthy squelch.

but he wasn’t done.

he stood, unbuckling his belt, jeans hitting the floor. his cock was already hard, thick and flushed, tip shiny with precum.

“gonna give you what you really needed,” he growled.

and he did.

he pushed in slow, stretching you open inch by inch, and you moaned like he was the only thing you’d ever needed.

“fuck, you’re full,” he hissed, bottoming out. “takin’ me so well, baby.”

he fucked you hard—deep, relentless thrusts that had you crying out, nails dragging down his back.

“gonna cum inside, fuckin’ fill you up,” he growled against your neck. “let you drip with it after. show you who you belong to.”

and when he came, thick spurts of hot cum flooding your pussy, you swore you saw stars.

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thank you for reading. reblogs & feedback appreciated.

[thosekidswhohuntmonsters]

I think I'll Take My Whiskey Neat

Summary: The reader has been traveling with Joel and Ellie for awhile, and the group has finally made it to Jackson. What will Joel Miller do now that for a moment he doesn't have to worry about keeping you safe, but can think about making you feel good.

Word Count: 4835

Warnings: None other than filth times a million

I think I’ll take my whiskey neat 

If you can sit in a barrel 

maybe i'll wait 

until that day 

“Ain’t too bad mhm (y/n),” Joel says after looking around the surprisingly crowded room and then fixing his eyes upon you. 

Ain’t too bad? 

Those aren’t the words that come to mind when you think about your current situation. 

There no longer being 2,000+ miles between you, Joel, Ellie and Jackson ain’t too bad. Washing off said 2000+ miles in Tommy and Maria’s freezing cold shower ain’t too bad. Hell, depending on if you got him drunk enough Joel might even insist that good ole Will Livingston ain’t too bad. 

But, nestled beside Joel Miller in a secluded corner of an otherwise crowded bar is worlds away from being ain’t too bad. This being the only bar in this little Jackson safe haven means so many patrons that you and Joel are squeezed into a booth that would still be relatively uncomfortable for a man half the size of Joel. 

Such close corners in fact that you’ve got to lean in real close, per Joel’s innocent request, towards his good ear as you speak. And, is surely the only reason why one of his arms is draped over the back of the booth behind you cutting whatever remaining space there was between you both. 

“Ain’t too bad,” you say while leaning in close to Joel. You know better than to make Joel repeat himself. A lesson you tell yourself you’ve learned as to give him a break from Ellie’s defiance, and not because the very gravel of his voice lures you instantly into submission like kindling to a flame.  

In the split second before the rim of Joel’s whiskey glass touches his unfairly pink lips you swear they curl into a smile. Even if it’s for a moment, and underneath multi-colored string lights with one or two bulbs out, it’s beautiful to see. To be this close to Joel outside of a life or death situation feels far too indulgent. It’s the way that for the first time you’re able to notice how the silver strands of his mustache swirl with the chestnut like Van Gogh’s goddamn Starry Night. Or that as you take in his scent all the nights where he’d insisted on taking first watch so you could fall asleep beside the warm fire only to be woken up in the morning as he hands you a cup of black coffee come flooding back. 

“You alright darlin,’” Joel asks knowingly. There’s no excuse as to why he leans in so close to you as he asks. Even though underneath his gaze you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, both of your ears work fine. 

If Ellie were here this is exactly when she’d say some smart ass remark to cut the tension. Something about your face getting stuck like that for how you’re looking at Joel, or that she didn’t know Joel even knew how to do anything else besides scowl. But she’s not here, in fact, it’s the first time that it’s just you and Joel. 

You and Joel. 

“Mhm,” you say back, trying not to squirm under his full attention. It’s not that you don’t like it, the problem is how much you do. How in this moment you know that with every fiber of your being you’d do anything to keep his eyes on you. This feeling of desire sends more of a rush throughout your body than whatever cheap liquor the bartender poured in your cup. 

“Think Tommy will mind if we add another round to his tab?”. 

Joel gestures to the now empty glass in his hand. Oh, his hands. You can imagine his hands sanding the delicate molding of a house effortlessly working off of years of repetition. Images of his body so in tune with the soft yet firmness needed to craft something, that his mind can drift off and his hands can do all the work. He works smoothly, with the grain of the wood, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply to get it to work with him. Not against him. Before you know it you begin to wonder if he could mold you just as easily into whatever he desired with those very same hands?

“Think you can handle another round Miller?” you wager with a false confidence you hope turns into something real. 

“It takes much more than a few glasses to take a man like me down darlin’. Now how about you, has that whiskey got you feeling warm yet?”. 

His words are dripped in suggestion and coated with desire. Whether it's the heat rising to your cheeks, or the whiskey, you’re feeling more than warm. You’d almost forgotten that with the right person it was possible to feel like your entire body was on fire just from a certain look in their eyes. 

What was the look in Joel’s eyes right now? Like something primal deep within him had been awakened and needed to feed. He could be such a calculated man. So certain of the expression on his face, or the tone of his voice and all in the name of remaining in control. Joel could effortlessly take control of any situation at any time, but the reason was always to protect you and Ellie. 

For the first time you were beginning to experience what it felt like when Joel demanded control not for perseverance, but rather in the name of pleasure. Yours, and his. It made you bite your inner cheek as you dared to think about what he’d do to satisfy such a primal hunger. 

“Like honey,” you answer before you’re aware the words are even leaving your lips. There is no space between you both anymore to hide your expressions, and seeing Joel smile like the fucking cheshire cat is almost too much to handle. 

Is he so pleased with himself because he’s simply just enjoying this, or because he’s seemed to corrupt you? Your need to be taken by a real man has been ever growing like the branches of the swarm since you’ve crossed paths with Joel. Can he smell it on you? 

“Mhm darlin’ bet you’re sweet like it too”. 

His eyes only leave yours to look at your lips. Slowly he takes his chin in your hand and with his thumb drags down your bottom lip. His calloused fingers are so rough against your cheek that once again you’re reminded of what he can create with those same fingers. Or destroy. Your body aches to know how it feels to be reduced to nothing but a desperate little thing by Joel Miller.  

Joel has always walked the line with you because you both were doing everything you could to protect Ellie. There was too much at stake to give into the burning desire that seemed to be programmed into the nucleus of each cell in both your bodies. But by hell you’d made it to Jackson. Tommy was alive, and had Maria. Ellie could be an actual kid for once. Joel found the words of Bill’s letter replaying in his mind. 

He’d kept you alive, and he’d always protect you, but now he could finally allow himself to have you. The thought alone igniting atoms inside of his body he wasn’t sure even worked anymore. His body was crying out for yours, and no longer would he pretend he didn’t hear the call. 

Your face feels so small in his hands that Joel feels his breath hitch. You are so soft and delicate - a stark contrast to anything he’s done with his hands in a very long time. Holding your face alone feels like a pleasure he doesn’t deserve. Like he’s snuck into some secret garden and allowed himself to feel the softness of the rarest rose the world has ever seen. You’re the petal he’s got delicately between his fingertips. 

“So taste me and then you tell me Miller,” you say before placing a soft kiss to his thumb. 

He can’t remember the last time he’s heard something so tempting. Were he Eve in the garden and you the apple, he would’ve eaten you core and all. Joel moves his hand from your cheek and allows it to become tangled softly in your hair. He sees the hunger in your eyes, feels it radiate off of you and envelop him like a warm summer breeze.

Joel is the one to close the final distance between you both, and that’s exactly how he wants it. It’s an open mouth type of kiss - the only kind either of you would have shared after all these months of pent up tension. No sooner than as he feels your lips brush his, he can feel you deepen the kiss with your tongue. You’re both desperate to taste each other in every way you can. He can taste the whiskey on his tongue mixed with the coke you’d insisted on using as a chaser from yours, and shit you are sweet. 

Joel doesn’t care if there’s a hundred people in this shitty little dive. He’s going to pull you into his lap like you’re the only two in the room, and anyone who gets in his way be damned. He’s waited far too long to have you, and as he hears you moan against his open lips all restraint leaves his body. A man like Joel Miller can only deny himself so long. 

Making use of his hand tangled in your hair Joel uses his grip to pull your head back and expose your neck to him. His mouth only leaves yours to sink into the crook of your neck like a vampire desperate to feed. It doesn’t take him long to find your sweet spot and earn yet another moan from your beautiful lips. 

“Joel,” you say, and he's surprised you even remember how to speak. The only thing that can take his breath away quicker than hearing how you sound calling out for him in pleasure is the way you say his name. So needy. He thinks to himself as he smirks into the knape of your neck. 

He knows what you’re struggling to say. You both need more, and unless you want to put on a performance for the whole bar, more means privacy. Though Joel would happily take you over the table audience and all, he’s also desperate to be fully alone with you. Desperate to know how indulgent you become when it’s just you and him. For only him. 

Joel is raking his mind for where you both could go. There’s no cars in this safe zone as there's hundreds of miles between you and the nearest road. He can’t take you back to Tommy’s without Ellie finding out, and having a fucking field day. And it’s too damn cold to head out back behind the bar. This fuckin bar….suddenly he’s got his answer. 

“I know sweetheart,” he all but purrs back to you. Joel feels a sense of pride to have you so worked up with doing so little. You’d let him take you right here and now it’s clear as day all over your beautiful little face. He allows himself to commit to memory the way your pleading eyes look to his before taking you by the hand and leading you to the only place he knows you two can be alone. 

“It ain’t the Ritz sweetheart, but it’s better than letting the whole bar hear how sweet you sound for me”. 

Joel has taken you to the only room he is sure will have a lock in this place; the bathroom. It’s got graffiti coated walls, a questionably sticky floor, but a door that locks. Privacy. And neither of you wants to let another moment of that go to waste. 

Like a hunter honing in on its prey Joel guides you backwards until you can feel the backs of your thighs meet the cold granite sink. There’s a darkened look in his eyes as they look down to meet yours. Maybe it’s the lighting, or maybe it’s knowing there's nothing stopping him from what he’s been dying to do for months. Take you. 

His hands find your waist and before you can even think about what he’s going to do, he lifts you up and places you on the sinks edge. Slowly his hands trail back down from your hips to where the fabric of your skirt meets your exposed skin. Your thighs are so soft beneath his fingertips Joel feels his desire growing. He could easily leave his mark on any inch of you, a beautiful reminder to all that you were his, and to him a beautiful reminder of how you were his. 

Were he a younger man with better knees he’d kneel down and wrap your beautiful thighs around his face. He’s dreamt far too many times about tasting you that he feels like some bee desperate to return to the hive and sink right into the comb. If only you knew how much strength it took to restrain himself on cold nights where you’d shared Frank’s sleeping bag, or when he’d have to suddenly hold you silently in place with a hand over your mouth while listening for clickers.  

“Joel please,” he hears you say as he awakens from his trance. This time it’s your hands on his face guiding him closer to you. It’s the way your brows are furrowed and how you bring your hips forward that lets him know although you’ve dreamt about this too, you can’t stay in anticipation for much longer. When a match catches flame there’s only so long it can hold on before being thrown onto the waiting fire and engulfing it whole. 

Joel’s lips are on your neck once again, and slowly he kisses up to just below your ear. “Please what?” he asks before lightly biting your earlobe and earning a frustrated growl from you. Before you can answer him with words, he feels you move to grind yourself against him. While he loves the feeling, he also wants an answer out of you. Wants to hear you explicitly beg for him. 

“Use your words (y/n),” he demands in the same solid tone he uses when you’re both checking if a room is clear, or navigating a trade between other drifters. Joel brings his hands back to your thighs and begins to push up the fabric of your skirt. He’s too busy leaving love bites all over your neck to see your face, but from the way he hears your breath catch in your throat he knows you’re struggling to speak. 

With his tongue Joel licks over the spot on your neck he’s certain will bruise, and then places a soft kiss to your already reddening flesh. His hands hook underneath the backs of your knees and he pulls your body closer to his. All that separates you now is his jeans, and the thin fabric of your panties. 

“Need you to touch me-” you manage to say even though you’re sure your brain has ceased working entirely and speaking at all is as high a request as reciting nuclear fusion codes. Suddenly you feel him smile against your skin, and you’re sure you even hear what sounds like a laugh emerge from his chest. 

For a moment he’s so amused with himself he takes pity on you and your poor lust-drunk brain. “That’s what I’m doing right now ain’t I sweetheart?” and to emphasize his words Joel squeezes your thighs. It anchors you to the reality before you, and makes something shift inside you. Was that same primal hunger taking root in your chest? 

“I need you to finally fuck me like you’ve been dying to for all these months Miller”. 

What would Will Livingston have to say about your choice of words? 

With his free hand you feel him begin to trace the hem of your panties, edging closer and closer to finally touching you where you need it most. He’s got you on the precipice, and you feel like a bullet in a loaded gun waiting for someone to pull the trigger. Like any true hunter, Joel knows to steady himself before taking the shot. 

“And you gonna be a good girl and take it like you’ve been dying to for just as goddamn long sweetheart?”. 

As he speaks you feel his thumbs hook underneath your panties. The fabric suddenly feeling paper thin beneath his touch - like with the pure heat of desire emanating from his body he could melt them right off.  

“Bet these are already soaked through for me, aren’t they sweetheart?” he teases while taking his time to slide them off of you. Without shame, or hesitation, you open your legs for him in the same way a flower blooms.  

For the first time Joel’s eyes leave yours, but only so he fully drink in the beautiful sight of your legs fully spread before him. He finds himself cursing his knees once more and vows that the next time he has you all to himself like this there’s going to be a goddamn bed in the room. Even if he has to make it himself. 

You’re on the edge of the sink physically, and mentally on the edge of insanity thanks to him. Here you are legs spread and practically begging to be taken, and suddenly Joel’s moving like this whole moment hasn’t been months in the making. 

“Should I go find a camera so you can take a picture, or should I be genuinely worried you’re having a senior moment?”. 

Well, that bratty behavior snaps him right out of it. In one fluid motion Joel’s undoing his belt, and moving your body so that now you’re bent over the sink. He moves your hair out of your face and lets his hand run down your spine until it rests at your hip. With a subtle nudge of his knee to your inner thighs, he lets you know to spread your legs again.

“I want your eyes glued to that mirror sweetheart, so you can watch yourself as I fuck this needy little cunt-” as he speaks you can feel him drag his hard cock up and down your slit. A delicious reminder of what is about to come, but altogether still not enough.

“Let’s see what you’ve got to say with that mouth of yours when you’re filled to the fuckin brim with me,” this time he rubs his tip right against your clit. 

Out of instinct you go to look over your shoulder at him thinking it’ll somehow convince him to take pity on you, but you feel him plant a firm spank on your ass and pull his hips back. You doe-eyes and mouth agape convince him no less than a bunny rabbit can convince a wolf to resist the hunt. 

His tone is just as firm as his touch, “I’m not even inside you yet sweetheart and you can’t even follow instructions? Let me make this real simple for you…you’re gonna watch yourself come undone on this cock”. 

You feel his body weight against yours as he leans forward and with a vice-like grip moves your head so that you’re once again looking at yourself in the mirror. He means it. You are going to watch yourself cum around his cock. He only takes his hand away to help you discard your shirt, and with it any of the remaining clothes you’re wearing. 

As you look at your reflection and take in your disheveled appearance you’re surprised to feel it turn you on. 

You notice the way your body curves outward from your waist, your hips seemingly made to be gripped by strong hands and provide an anchor. As you lean forward you take in the shape of your full breasts, and how your nipples harden as they meet the cold granite countertop. Then, you finally look at your own face. Your cheeks are crimson red, your pupils shot, and your lips all pink and rough from kissing. The only thing that pulls you away from looking at yourself like this, is an equally naked Joel. 

Part of you wishes to kiss along his collarbones and down his chest until you know every inch of skin. How far down would you reach until he’s begging to feel your lips around his cock?

His breathing is ragged as he drags out his words to tease you in the same manner you’d teased him earlier. “If you take your eyes off that mirror before I say darlin’ I’m taking away this cock”. To prove his point further you feel him lightly slap his cock against your folds. 

“Yes Joel,” you answer. 

Finally, your little game of cat and mouse comes to an end and you feel Joel sink inside of you. Your mouth opens wider than before as you adjust to his size and bask in the feeling of being so full. A fullness so intoxicating that you find it hard to think, and mourn any moment you’d spent without him so deep inside of you. 

“Open those pretty eyes sweetheart,” Joel says as he pulls his hips back and begins to find his own rhythm. Your eyes flutter open and a desperate little whine leaves your lips as you feel him pull out of you. In the reflection of the mirror you can see a playful smirk upon his lips. 

“So fuckin’ needy,” he teases with a smile before entering fully inside you once more. Again you’re hit with the euphoria of your walls stretching to accommodate him. Joel’s hands slide down your sides before coming to rest at your hips once more. 

He uses his hands on your hips to hold you firmly in place and with a roll of his own, he thrusts into you. The only sounds in this dingy little bathroom are the obscene sounds of skin against skin, and Joel talking you through taking his cock. With each thrust you feel him bottom out inside of you, no doubt months of tension finally escaping his hips. 

“Mhm, hear how wet you are for me sweetheart?” Joel asks as he picks up the pace. He watches his cock disappear inside of you with as much admiration as the first man to discover fire. As far as Joel’s concerned, seeing your pretty little pussy swallow him whole is the most beautiful thing on this planet. That and the sounds leaving your lips as you take him in and out of you. 

“Mhm,” is all you can manage to get out. You’re too distracted by Joel’s broad shoulders and the way his arm muscles flex as he holds you in place. Right now you wish to be immortalized like this, the both of you carved from marble and beautiful enough to put Michelangelo’s best to shame. 

“You were made to take this cock weren’t you sweetheart-” he says in a tone so low it’s almost a growl. 

Made to take this cock? Suddenly you can’t think of any other purpose for existing. Just when you think his body is intoxicating enough, his words make your brain all fuzzy. You can feel the pleasure building inside of you like an uproar. You arch your back to let him enter further inside you, building with pleasure like the way temperatures rise to create a tropical storm. 

“Look at you fuckin’ smile while taking it - you love this don’t you?”. 

Smiling? You are off floating in heaven. The sensations coursing through your body making you feel like you’d fully ascended to some other plane of existence where good was great, and Joel’s body working with yours was euphoric. 

“Yeah, I fucking love it,” and if you words aren’t convincing enough, the look on your beautiful face does it for Joel. He can tell that right now you’re floating, the only thing physically holding you here is the way he’s buried inside you to the hilt. 

Joel has always felt like your anchor, but now it’s in a whole new way. With every thrust of his hips he brings you closer and closer to the edge. He knows what it's like to have your life in his hands, but now he’s got the power over you to make you see stars. 

“Then let go for me sweetheart, give me all you’ve got-”. 

He wants it just as much as you do; to feel your walls clench around him begging to be painted with his seed. Joel would fill you up every chance he’s got - mark you from the inside in the ways only his cock could. To ruin any other man for you and teach you what real pleasure is like - just like he knows you’re aching for. 

Joel takes a hand from your hips and snakes it around your waist and lower until he finds your clit. His strong and rough fingers knowing exactly how to dance upon your delicate skin and coax an orgasm out of you. Softly he rubs, while roughly he pumps himself inside you. Was there some secret code upon your flesh that only he could read? One that let him know exactly what you needed most, and when? 

“That’s right darlin, let that pretty pussy soak this cock”. 

There is nothing left you can do, but listen to his words and give him exactly what he wants. To follow his orders like you always do, but this time you’re giving him much more than satisfaction. You’re giving him the ability to reduce you to nothing but a wanton mess, coming undone upon his cock in ways you didn’t know you could. 

He throws his head back as he feels you squeeze against his every inch - your cunt desperate to suck him in and keep him there. His remaining concentration is used to keep moving his fingers against your clit with the same expertise he uses to pull the trigger of a gun. Joel feels you milking him for everything he’s got, and it’s enough to take his breath away. 

“Mhm just like that sweetheart” he says, still talking you through it - ever the gentleman despite the sinful scene before you both.  

Joel takes one final glance at you in the mirror before allowing himself the same pleasure he’s giving you. With awe in his eyes he studies the way your mouth hangs slightly open, and your eyes clench shut in ecstasy. He knows you’re giving yourself completely to him with every moan that leaves your lips, and with every squeeze of your cunt against his cock. More, more, more. 

He can feel you cumming around him, but being able to watch you as you do makes him feel like some kind of god. What was created on the seventh day again? Nothing that fuckin compares to this. 

Unable to deny himself any longer, Joel allows his orgasm to rake through his body like a wild-fire. Each pleasure-center of his cells up in delicious flames as he empties himself deep inside you. So deep only he could reach - he thinks to himself as ribbon after ribbon of his cum coats your walls. His desire to claim you never ceases. This, the final thought to fill his mind before he loses himself completely to the feeling of you around him. Joel feels like the center of your universe. 

He’s not sure what he says as he cums, but he hopes it isn’t some profession of his undying love for you. That’s a card he’s hoping to keep close to his chest for the time being. His chest. Joel quiets his mind, and pulls you into it. 

“I think I saw a defibrillator back there if you need one,” you tease as you’re the first to catch your breath. It’s much easier to steady your breathing as you nestle into Joel’s chest and listen to his heart. You feel a soft rumble against your face as a laugh emerges from him. 

Joel wraps his arms around you, and lifts you to sit upon the sinks edge once more. “Thought I just fucked that attitude out of you sweetheart,” he teases back at you. Joel knows the only way he’d ever get you to watch your mouth is by filling it, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy every little remark that left it just as much as you enjoy making them. Your laugh is muffled by his chest. He places a soft kiss on your temple, “let’s get you home huh, sweetheart?”. 

Home. Words Joel was certain would never leave his lips again. There were a lot of things Joel thought he’d never experience again after the outbreak; laughter, purpose, love. But, in one fell swoop you’d given him all three and for that he’d give you every last ounce of himself. Or inch. Pun intended. 

Author's note: thank you for being a doll and reading this, please feel free to comment what you thought! <3

[luvrxbunny]

okay so let’s think 🤔

i think it’s been a VERY long time since Joel had sex. i’m thinking he probably messed around for a few years after Sarah died just to feel something but after that didn’t work he probably just gave up

so now after over 10yrs of no sex, hes gotten to a point where he thinks he could just live without it. like he barely has the urge anymore.

he doesn’t even get a little inkling until he meets you. but it’s only a twinge in his gut. he doesn’t get hard but he does get turned on, sensitive and the twinge flares more depending on what you do, what you’re wearing, how close to him you’re standing.

but then you guys start dating. because shockingly.. for some reason.. he gives you that same reaction— of course a lot stronger on your end

he explains this all to you, he says it’s his age but you assume it also has to do with everything he’s been through. so you don’t push it! you’d never do that to him, give him that guilt or pressure.

but something about you being his makes that little twinge become a punch to the gut. seeing you in his kitchen, making him breakfast, makes something stir in his crotch that he barely even recognizes.

then he sees you fitting into a motherly role with ellie, maybe closer to a big sister but there is maternity mixed in for sure and that causes something he’s not even equipped to deal with.. he’s starting to get hard.

it’s just a halfie but it’s more than he’s felt in years. and he just has to wait for it to go down. it’s torture.

that goes on for a while. things get exponentially worse when you move in with him. you start acting like his wife. making him coffee to go to work with in the morning, packing him lunch and setting out his clothes. you even wash his boots for him when they get too dirty or on a particularly hot day you’ll have a bath ready for him when he gets home. he’s so hard, he’s leaking.

he eventually has to figure out how to jerk off all over again cus god knows what he likes now. it takes a lot of trial and error but he’s finally able to cum for the first time in way too long.

but that just makes everything worse

because now he knows how to solve the probelm, now that his body knows this is an option, he’s getting hard no matter what you do.

you could come to him with help for a recipe, not able to understand what they’re asking and he’ll get hard. you could walk past him, he’d get a whiff of your perfume and he’s hard. you touch his arm to move past him and he’s hard.

this leads to many trips to the bathroom. he doesn’t last long, not that he tries to anyway, and he’s found that he can cum many times in one day.

you start coddling him because he’s obviously fatigued and god that makes him hard. you cuddle him, letting him be the little spoon as you both take a “much needed and earned nap” and fuck he’s leaking into his boxers.

his entire body is tense and shaking in your sleepy arms. it’s never been this bad before. he can’t think of a time it was even this bad when he was younger.

he sneaks a hand down to his crotch and desperately digs his palm into the tent in his boxers. the relief is immediate, he has to dig into his lip until it bleeds to hold in the groan that wanted out. he can’t believe himself, the depraved man he’s become.

his hand slides down into his boxers and his stomach is trembling at his own touch. something about you being right next to him is turning all his senses up to 11.

his hand wraps around his cock and it’s the most heavenly thing he’s felt. he can’t help the moan of your name that slide up his throat and leaves his mouth as a whisper. you stir beside him and his cock pulses in his hand.

what if you woke up? what would you do if you caught him like this? would you like it?

i got carried away AGAIN

[shortbk]

Joel/Pedro/Javier Peña Angst Recs

Hey! So this is my first ever post where there’s a lot to say (lol). BUTT I wanted to share this awesome list of angst bc I am and always will be craving it. These are some of my favorite ones that just hit the spot. Also please go give all of these writers a follow and leave a lovely message if you can bc they are great and have worked pretty hard on these fics. Thanks!!

Joel Miller

Character Development : @just-some-random-blogger

Breaking Up Slowly (series) : @guess-my-next-obsession

Joelxreader : @simoncowellstit

The Great War (series) : @stylesispunk

Joelxreader : @forever-rogue

If the Door Wasn’t Shut (series) : @heartpascal

Keep Your Eyes on Me : @mgparker

What About Me : @pedrosbestie

Same Old, Same Old : @guess-my-next-obsession

Do You Want Me or Do You Not? : @mylostloversbookmarks

All My Faith : @heartpascal

Chasing (series) : @pedropascal-whore

Say Something (series) : @toxic-seduction

Hug Me : @nonexistent-introvert

Joelxreader : @joelslastofus

It’s You, It’s All for You : @delreykenn-punk

Unforgivable Mistake (series) : @lionlena

Selfish : @awxcoffeexno

Break Beneath the Weight : @heartpascal

Call My Name : @toxic-seduction

Meet at Our Spot (series) : @addictedtotlou

You Don’t Look At Me (series) : @sunshineshobi18

Pedro Pascal

Betrayed (series) : @creedslove

Wildest Dreams (series) : @i-magines

Time to Move On : @malopascal

Caged in Pain : @plussizeappreciationfics

My Guy, My Angel : @avenging-fandoms

The Last Goodbye : @pinchofhoney

Arrangement : @pedge-stuff

We Don’t Love Each Other (series) : @lionlena

Afterglow (series) : @urf1lterr

Shame (series) : @imaginesbymonika

The One Where Pedro Breaks Your Heart : @creedslove

Javier Peña

Deserve It (series) : @creedslove

Agent Whiskey

Heartless (series) : @creedslove

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And as you can see I have some favorites *cough* *cough* Mari and heart pascal❤️

(But srs thank you to all of the writers in here that break my heart in the best way!! Keep going you’re doing great sweetie!)

[lionlena]

Strong for both of us (Joelxreader)

Warnings: angst, age difference, past trauma, rape and death mention but only reference, anxiety, Joel is sweet and comforting

Please don't read this if you feel uncomfortable with it.

When you first entered Jackson with your group, almost everyone looked at you with caution, suspicion, and some even with a little hostility. The most attention was focused on you. You weren't surprised. You were the oldest and you were... the leader? You would never call yourself that, but there was something about it. The six teenagers around you have been relying on you for several years. They listened to you and respected you, except maybe for one... Your sister. Only she had the courage to oppose you, but she did it rarely. Besides, you loved her and you actually fought for her every day. So you forgave her this slight rebellion.

Unlike you, she didn't know the world before the pandemic. You were almost ten years old when it all began . You remembered the old world and you remembered your parents. Another thing your little sister didn't experience was living with yours parents. You were 16 when Hope came into the world (you always thought her name was a mistake because there was no hope left in the world). You were angry with your parents. Not because you were jealous, but because you saw how dangerous the world was. You thought bringing a child into this broken world was a mistake, and you weren't wrong. Unfortunately...

Hope was only two years old when the looters attacked you. Your parents were killed and you... Never mind. The most important thing is that you managed to escape and save your sister.

Over the years, you've gotten stronger, smarter, and learned to kill people. You were independent, free, and you didn't want to live in Jackson at all.

But the kids you took in and your sister deserved it. Maybe especially your sister. You wanted to give her a substitute for the ordinary world. You wanted to show her that the world could be different. That's why you grit your teeth and stepped into Jackson's world, even when you felt no one liked you.

But there was one person who didn't look at you with hostility or suspicion.

Joel.

At first you didn't even know his name or who he was, but he caught your attention. He was handsome in the hottest way you could describe. Even though you preferred to avoid men most of the time, there was something about Joel that was alluring. Roughness combined with delicacy. And those eyes of his. They reminded you of hot chocolate. Warm and sweet. And it was in those eyes that you saw curiosity. Yes, Joel was looking at you curiously. He looked at you as if he knew more about you than you wanted to show.

Since your sister and Ellie were of a similar age and had a similar personality, they quickly became friends. And that's how you got to know Joel better. You didn't talk much to each other, and yet you had some strange connection. Soon you started going on patrol together, and you couldn't shake the feeling that Joel was considerate of you. He always had his eye on you. Normally this would make you anxious, but with Joel you didn't feel that fear. Maybe it was Joel, or maybe it was living in Jackson.

You had to admit that after a few weeks of living in Jackson, you were calmer. You don't have to be watchful anymore. You allowed yourself to breathe. Of course, you didn't get rid of everything. You still had the need to take care of all the kids you took in. And they still treated you like a leader. Of course, Maria didn't like that, but what were you supposed to do? Old habits cannot be abandoned so easily.

However, being calmer also had its downsides. You became vulnerable again, and the old nightmares began to return.

That's what happened during the movie night.

Hope talked you into going to see a movie with her. You didn't want to, but you could see how much she enjoyed it. You finally agreed. Even though you didn't feel like interacting with other people. So you sat at the far end of the room. Joel was standing next to you. He leaned his shoulder against the wall and watched his surroundings. You smiled up your nose. Eternally vigilant, like you.

You didn't pay much attention to the movie. It was some old comedy. Even older than you. At some point, your attention was caught by the screams of the main character. It was a seemingly innocent scene that was funny. For everyone except you. On top of the woman lay a man who fell over and could not get up. The woman writhed under his body, flailing her arms and legs, screaming, "Let go of me, leave me, get off me."

You felt the blood drain from your face. Your hands went cold, your mouth felt dry and you wanted to vomit. You had to get out of there. You quickly got up and rushed outside. You didn't even take your jacket, but you couldn't go back there.

The cold autumn air helped keep the nausea at bay. You started breathing deeply. You put one hand against the wall of the building and put your head down. Suddenly you felt someone's hand on your shoulder. It was a large hand, definitely male. You jumped back screaming, shoving the man away and reaching for the knife on your belt but forgetting that you stopped carrying it in Jackson. Your mistake.

"Calm down Y/N. It's just me."

As soon as this voice reached your ears, you dared to look at the "attacker". His brown eyes looked at you with concern and you realized it was Joel.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

Joel shook his head slightly.

"You have no reason to apologize to me. I think I understand what happened..." He swallowed. "I'm sorry I touched you without warning."

You stared at your shoes. You were ashamed.

You shouldn't have been. You subconsciously knew you had done nothing wrong. You couldn't control your reactions.

Joel extended his arm towards you, and then you notice that he was holding your jacket. You looked at him questioningly and he smiled slightly.

"This movie sucks and I thought you didn't want to go back there."

You nodded and put on your jacket. You still felt weak and Joel could see that.

"I will walk you home."

"No... I can't, I need to calm down. I don't want Hope to see me like this."

Joel sighed heavily and you saw the familiar pain in his eyes. He knew what it was like to hide a difficult past from others.

"Uh... If you want, then come to me. You don't have to tell me anything or explain anything. Just drink some whiskey."

For a moment you didn't know what to say. You didn't want to stand where someone might see you. But could you trusted Joel? He was a man. Stronger and older than you. But he's never hurt you, and you've seen how he cares for Ellie. He wasn't the type of man to take advantage of your weakness. Plus, there was something about him that made you feel safer. You finally nodded your head and silently walked towards his house.

As you sat on the couch, Joel added more wood to the fireplace. He noticed you shivering and handed you a blanket. You knew it was the emotion that made you feel cold. When he handed you a glass of alcohol, you thanked him quietly and he sat on the other end of the couch. You sat in silence, his warm brown eyes watching you with concern. He didn't speak or move, but his presence comforted you.

After a few minutes your glass was empty. You set your glass down on the table. One of your legs was bouncing restlessly. You put your hand on your knee, trying to ground yourself.

"It was so long ago. Hope wasn't even three years old." You didn't know where this sudden need to explain everything to Joel came from. "I don't know why that stupid movie had such an effect on me..." You took a deep breath. "It wasn't even... You know, it wasn't ra... He wasn't..."

Joel slowly moved closer to you.

"Hey, I get it. You don't have to explain it to me. Sometimes all it takes is something really small to trigger bad memories in us, and no matter how long ago it was. Bad memories never gone. They always hurt."

You've never heard his voice so gentle and calming before. Suddenly, a wave of memories came flooding back to you.

"They killed our parents, and then one of them... Raped me by my parents' bodies." Your voice trembled, but you didn't allow yourself to cry. "They wanted to sell me and Hope with to some brutes... But I managed to escape..."

Joel looked at you with sad eyes and you bit your lip. He gently grabbed your hand.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I hope those bastards died a terrible death."

You nodded and sniffed, but still not a single tear left your eyes. Joel saw your eyes glistening with tears and frowned.

"I know it's going to sound weird, but I'm here for you. You can hug me as hard as you want. You can scream and cry..."

"No," you whined. "They can't see me cry... Hope and the rest of the kids."

"They're not here. It's just you and me. You don't have to be strong anymore. I will be strong for both of us."

You didn't know what made you finally give up. Was it his voice? Or his brown eyes? Or his big, rough hands that stroked your skin so gently?

You threw yourself into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and started crying. You couldn't remember the last time you let yourself cry like that. When was the last time you were so vulnerable?

Joel rocked you gently and whispered comforting words. His hands made soothing circles on your back.

You knew he had dark secrets too. People whispered behind his back, and maybe, if you were someone else, you'd be afraid of him. But you've too also killed people. You too would give anything to protect those you love. And that was what connected you two. That's why you knew you could trust him implicitly. You let yourself be weak because in that moment Joel was strong for the two of you.

[elliesdin0saur]

please please, If you take other tlou characters requests, especially joel<<< cook up a little scenario where joel's being the raddest dad to his daughters, with reader being the baby sis/or whatever you prefer? like imagine him being all protective and shit, maybe helping with stupid homework, cracking those dad jokes we secretly love but won't admit it...

yk those moments that make you go.. damn joel, adopt me too. oh and bonus if he drops some wise life advice or pulls off a killer dad hug. i need that warm and fuzzy shit, you feel me?

family dynamics make me want to cry but I fucking adore them. if you'd consider making one/or more, please do (no pressure hun I'm sure you get bombarded w/requests)

thank uuuuu

no I am so feeling this, i recently started working on a Drabble regarding joelxdaughter!reader, since most of tumblr is jus' slutty old joel (no offense, i too am guilty) but damn... i miss some wholesome stuff. also adding in his other two baby girls, being readers older sisters x

also questioning to start a elliexdaughter!reader but yk... her being a loser lesbian and the child not being her "own", i'd probably just use JJ as the son.. or make her adopt cargo on the way like Joel did... like mother, like daughter ig? lol

lmk if more people are interested in seeing this type of stuff, would consider turning it into a series! if yes, drop some reqs regarding daddy Joelxreader (reader is underage and OBVS joels daughter so no weird shit please thx), or leave some general reqs w/Ellie etc. (theyre open and im doing my best to get to all of them please be patient x). I will be dropping the first little part very soon loves!

x lola

[ghostwritesthings]

Ok so I was reading a fic and I lost it it’s a joelxreader fic and instead of Ellie being taken by David reader is taken instead and has to save herself if anyone knows what I’m talking about please let me know��

[3pirouette]

My JoelxReader TLOU story is now 115K, 75% of it takes place over about 4 months, and the entire story is supposed to span a YEAR.

It’ll get posted. I just need to decide when I’m going to start that… when I have a good enough head start or once the whole thing is finished.

This story might kill me, but I love it.

God, I hope other people love it, too.

[typewriter83]

Yeah I heard about that whole fight on that joellie blog - and honestly I wasn't surprised when I saw that the Joelxreader part of the fandom was involved. Look, I know that your place isn't ghe right place to yuck on someone's yum, But I have to say, mama: I haaaate that part of the fandom. I have a crush on joel (who doesn't?) but I always refused to be part of the fandom and read their fics because of the people in there - I mean, the worst part of the fandom is there (and in ellie's horny part of the fandom too, but that is a story for another day). Like, you can scroll on Joel&ellie (father-kid duo) part of the fandom and those people would still be way more tolerant and fun to talk than these Joel's widows.

I’m gonna direct you to this post, because it’s far better written than my temper will allow. Fandom used to be fun, I’ve been in and out of fandoms since I was 16, interacted with people two, three times my age, people my own age, people from around the world - and I swear to god I’ve never seen so much toxic behavior. I attribute it to social media and armchair commentators - except people are commentating on movies and sports, they’re commentating on people’s lives.

You wanna pick apart a fandom, fine. You wanna hate a ship, fine. But you try to claim the moral high ground because you think your immoral, illegal, deplorable ship/character is less so than another. Illegal is illegal, immoral is immoral - you can’t claim to be higher and mightier than someone when you’re participating in the same activity - and, even if you’re not writing it, by consuming the media, you’re participating. (When I say you, I mean you in general - I’m venting, sorry cub)

The idea that someone’s hard drive should be checked because of the fiction they consume is quite literally mind blowing to me.

I don’t think I’m gonna say much else on this, because it’s making everything less fun. I’ve lost the drive to write this week and that makes me sad. I have one more ask that I’m gonna get to tonight and that will hopefully be the end of this topic

🫶🏻

[joelswhcre]

────۶ৎ keeps you up all night

joel wakes up hard, again. and there’s no way he’s letting you sleep through it.

warnings: smut, cnc, somnophilia, rough sex, overstimulation, choking, breeding kink, praise & degradation, dirty talk.

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joel doesn’t let you sleep for long.

maybe an hour. maybe two.

just long enough for his cock to get hard again, already twitching against your ass before his brain even catches up. it’s instinct, now—his body waking up just from the feel of you against him, his cock already aching for another taste of your pussy, already desperate to fill you up all over again.

you’re still out, soft little breaths puffing against the pillow, your body warm and relaxed in his arms.

but your thighs are sticky, his cum still dripping from where he fucked it deep inside you not too long ago.

he groans softly, hand smoothing over your stomach, down to your hip, pulling you just a little closer, just enough for his cock to nestle right between your thighs, pressing up against your slick folds.

you let out a sleepy little sigh, shifting in his arms, and his grip tightens.

fuck, he can’t wait.

he fists his cock, rubbing the leaking tip through your folds, smearing the mess of his cum and your slick all over your cunt. he groans at the feel of it, at how fucking wet you still are for him.

he lines himself up and thrusts, pushing inside in one long, deep stroke, stretching you open all over again.

you whimper, your body stiffening as you’re jolted from sleep, your breath hitching in your throat.

“shh, baby,” joel rasps against your ear, his voice thick with sleep and lust. “just me, sweetheart. just need you again.”

you let out a soft little moan, your body relaxing, melting back against him, letting him take what he needs.

he groans, snapping his hips forward, slamming into you, deeper and rougher than before.

he’s not going slow this time.

no more teasing, no more lazy thrusts.

just fucking.

deep, hard, desperate.

his cock hits that sweet, sensitive spot inside you with every brutal thrust, making you whimper and squirm, your thighs trembling as he ruins you all over again.

“fuck—joel,” you gasp, fingers curling into the sheets, clinging onto anything as he pounds into you.

“jesus, baby,” he groans, his arm wrapping tight around your middle, holding you in place as he fucks you deeper, harder, filling you up over and over. “you feel so fuckin’ good—so fucking tight, baby—jesus christ—”

his breath is hot against your neck, rough and ragged as he fucks into you, each thrust driving his cock so deep you can feel him in your stomach. the lewd, wet sounds of your slick cunt taking him over and over mix with the steady rhythm of the rain outside, drowning out everything else.

he grips your hip, yanking you back against him, making sure you feel every thick inch, making sure you know exactly how fucking deep he is. his other hand slides up, pressing against your throat, just enough to tilt your head back, just enough to make you gasp.

“this what you wanted, huh?” he rasps against your ear, his voice wrecked, fucked-out. his fingers tighten just slightly, just enough to make your pulse jump beneath his grip. “wanted me to wake you up like this? take this sweet little pussy while you’re still all sleepy and soft for me?”

you whimper, your thighs trembling, your body already teetering on the edge, pleasure winding so tight it hurts.

“fuck, baby—” he groans, snapping his hips harder, chasing his own high, dragging you right to the edge with him. “gonna make you come, sweetheart. gonna make you squeeze my cock so fuckin’ tight—gonna fill you up again, yeah?”

his fingers slip down between your thighs, rubbing tight, desperate circles over your clit, and you snap, your whole body tensing as pleasure crashes over you in waves.

your pussy clamps down so tight he growls, hips stuttering, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

“fuck—fuck—” his breath shudders, and then he’s spilling inside you, hot and thick, his cum flooding your pussy, dripping down your thighs as he keeps grinding into you, making sure you take every drop.

his forehead drops against the back of your neck, his breath hot against your skin, his fingers splaying over your belly, holding you close.

you’re trembling, still dazed, still breathless, and he smirks, pressing a lazy kiss against your shoulder.

“you ain’t done, sweetheart,” he murmurs, rolling his hips slow and deep, still so fucking hard inside you. “you can take it, can’t you?”

his teeth scrape against your skin, his grip tightening.

“gonna fuck you all night, baby.”

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[alltheirdamn]

would you still do like lil one shots here and there maybe of joelxreader from kms (not kill myself LOLi have to remind myself every time i read that)

I will not be adding any more to their story! To me, the story has reached its full course & I think adding anything more would take away the focus from what I wanted to achieve with their relationship. I’m super content with what I’ve written & will lay KMS to rest now 💛 I do hope you stick around for other series I write! There will be many more joelxreader stories to come xoxo

[slimybeth69]

Such Small Hands

unbeta'ed, cross posted from my ao3.

mean/dark!joelxreader (no physical descriptions girthy age gap--no actual age mentioned but reader could be in her mid twenties- early thirties, no use of y/n. No physical descriptions but reader has an extensive background. Canon to the last 3 episodes of the series.) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, mentions of potential SA, graphic depictions of blood, reader brings up her past and shitty family (if it ain't for you, sorry). This takes place after the events of Crybaby With as much smut as this has, this is an angsty fic and it's building bonds and falling in love (maybe). And Ellie!! Little Baby Ellie is in this one!

Chapter 3- Beg

Chapter List

Ellie walked in front of you and Joel almost the whole morning. Not saying a single fucking word. Which is so unlike the girl. She’s always got something to say. You stop, Joel watches you as you fumble around inside your backpack and find what you’re looking for. 

“Gimmie a minute.” You hobble up to Ellie quickly and reach for her shoulder when she doesn’t answer you.

Once you have your hand on her, she stops and looks back. 

“What?” Ellie sighs softly, looking up at you. Something different in her eyes, she’s a different girl right now, standing in front of you. “What’s up?” She plasters a small smile on her face as she notices you searching in her eyes. “You okay? Is it your leg?” She looks past you to Joel who has sat down on the median. 

“Let’s talk.” You wrap an arm around her shoulders for comfort. Mostly for support because your leg hurts but she helps you limp over to a spot behind an RV left abandoned in the road. 

“What’s there to talk about?” Ellie watches as you ease yourself onto the bumper of the RV. She stands in front of you, with her hands at her sides. Fingers picking at her thumbs. 

“What happened at that place?” You whisper, keeping your voice low so Joel can’t hear. “What really happened?” You eye her knowingly. “You don’t just stab a man seventy-five times in the chest and face for no reason. They would have called that a crime of passion back in my day.” You watch her face and her eye twitches gently and her lip curls. “What made you so passionate?” 

“He didn’t–” She stops herself and looks around the RV to Joel. “He didn’t do what you’re thinking.” She said it hushed. You sigh with relief. “He tried. He almost did.” Ellie’s voice starts to quiver. “He was on top of m-me and he was so h-heavy.” She starts to weep. You push yourself off the RV bumper and wrap your arms around her. 

“Shhhh it’s okay. It’s alright. You killed that cuck weirdo.” You whisper, holding her close to you. Joel comes around the corner but you wave him away wildly. “You fucking did it.” You encourage her. “You did it all by yourself and you fucking saved me.” You chuckle as she sobs into your chest. 

“I was so scared.” Ellie is ignoring your kind words of encouragement. “So fu-fucking scared. I thought he-he-he was g-g-gonna-” You pull her face into your chest and hold her there, letting her sob. The compact in your hand shines in the light. You look at it for a long time as she wraps her arms around your waist. 

“Shshshhh. You’re here with Joel again and everything’s gonna be okay.” You whisper down to her. “It’s all gonna be alright.” Now you have to try and tell her about the hospital and the doctors and what you think they have planned for her. “C’mon. Breathe and come sit with me.” You pull her back, further away from the camper that Joel climbed inside. 

“I’m so stu-” You stop Ellie from finishing her sentence as you pull her down to the ground with you. It’s nice to take some weight off your leg and relax. You’ve been on the move since before the sun came up.

“Don’t fuckin’ say it.” You hold a finger up to her. “Not stupid.” You grimace as you adjust your leg so it’s not pressed into the pavement as hard. “I have to talk to you. And I just want you to be honest with me, okay? Don’t tell me what you think me or Joel want to hear. Okay?” It’s impossible to not want her to be safe. Ellie is just a girl. Just like you were once. 

“Okay?” Ellie’s confused. Doesn’t understand why you’ve pulled her away from Joel and need privacy. 

“Who told you about this hospital?” You ask. Her eyes widened. “I made Joel tell me what you guys were doing out here. I told him I’d leave if he didn’t tell me.” You explain. Her eyes stay wide. “Who told you about it?” You ask again. Ellie stays quiet for a long time.

“Marlene. She’s the one who took care of me.” Ellie explains finally like she decided that you’re okay and can be trusted. “She told me about the hospital. About the cure.” You nod at her and chew at the inside of your lip. “She said if I can get there, the doctors might be able to find a cure. I could help fix all this.” You keep nodding.

“How do you think a cure gets made, El?” It’s a tiptoed-around explanation for why you split up from Joel. She shrugs and thinks for a while. 

“Probably my blood or something like that?” She questions you. You can’t look at her, it’s too hard. 

“Yeah, probably with your blood. Yeah.” You nod and finally look at her. Ellie is hanging on every word you say. “I don’t think…” You trail off because it’s so hard to tell her. “I don’t think they’d be very nice…to you. If you go there. I don’t know how cures get made, but I do know how they have to look for diseases in your brain. At least I think I do.” Ellie is watching you so intently. “You just need to know what you could be walking into. You go there and if you decide that you don’t want to help the cause like you think you do right now, they might not let you leave, Ellie.” 

Ellie stares at you for what feels like an hour. You think it might have been an hour the way Joel kept clearing his throat from behind you. You’d put your hand behind your back and wave him off each time. Ellie just looked at you. Eyes big and bright. Something new was in them now, something that hadn’t been there before you let her ride off on that horse. It wasn’t fear, it was understanding. Like she really knew what you had warned her about now.

“I…I think I still want to go.” She whispered after a moment. You nod and put your hand on her shoulder. 

“If that’s what you want, yes, Joel and I will take you there. We’ll stay until we know you’re going to be okay. If you want to leave we will leave. Ok?” You squeeze her shoulder gently. She starts to say something but stops herself. You give her another squeeze. “Go ahead, what’s up? Let’s talk now before we walk into something with no plan.” You still have your hand on her shoulder. 

“What if they don’t let me leave?” It's said so small and so quietly you almost had said ‘what?’ but then it clicked in your head. 

“Not gonna happen. Joel won’t let it. I won’t let it. If you want to leave…you get to leave. Sound good?” You nod at Ellie for confirmation. She nods back softly. “Good. Here you go, turd .” You hand the compact to her. “Now you can look at that pretty face all day long. Just keep your grubby hands off my stuff.” You try to stand but your leg is on fire. Ellie jumps to her feet and tries to help you up but her hand slips–she’s still holding the compact– and you fall back on your ass softly. 

“Alright, idiot brigade. I got it.” Joel huffs as he jogs to the two of you. “Ready?” You nod up at him as he heaves you to your one good leg. “You both good now? I found this in the RV. Have either of you ever seen this?” Joel holds up a game of Sorry. 

“I will beat both of your asses so fucking bad at Sorry.” You turn so Joel can toss everything but the box inside your duffle bag. You’ll sort it all out later. The box is too big. Too noisy. 

“I’ve never played it,” Ellie says as you guys start walking again. Joel’s got his arm around your waist, letting you put your weight on him as needed as you try to hobble along without his assistance. It’s hard though, everything below your knee on your right leg feels like it’s consistently being stung by wasps—every inch of it. You try to not let it show because you don’t want to make Ellie feel worse than she already does. 

“Okay then.” Joel smiles down at Ellie. “We’ll get our asses beat by crybaby over here tonight after we find a place to sleep.” You shoot a glance up at Joel when he calls you that. 

“Hey! I stabbed her in the leg. She can be a crybaby if she wants.” Ellie starts to defend you but you wave your hand at her. “No, that was so mean. He should be apologizing right now .” Ellie growls at him like it’s a demand she’s making. 

“Sorry,” Joel smirks down at you. “No more name-calling.”

Joel and Ellie sat on their side of the game board that night and you explained to Ellie how the rules worked. Joel eyed you the entire time, you could feel his eyes on you sometimes while you talked to the teenager. 

“Ones and twos get you out of start” You slide your little plastic red piece out of the start circle. “Sorry’s let you take any piece you have in your start base out and take the place of another player and then you send them back to the start.” You smirk at Ellie. “If you land on another persons piece, they get sent back to the start.” You slap Ellie’s piece off the board with yours. “If you get all your pieces at home you win.” There are more rules but you’ll go over them as they come up. The next two hours are spent around a small fire Joel made in a fireplace in the house you guys found. It’s warm and comfortable. You can’t remember a time you laughed this hard watching Ellie’s face when Joel sent her last piece right back to start as she was about to win. 

“Sorry kid,” Joel said so unapologetically as he slid her piece back into the start circle. Ellie watched with her big brown eyes like she couldn’t believe that he would do that to her. “You’re the only one out, she’s got all her pieces in home or still in the start space!” He exclaims, pointing to you. “You’re the only one!” Joel laughs as he slides his piece to where hers had been. 

“Oh sure, let your girlfriend win. I see how it is.” Ellie sasses with a smirk on her face. “Lame. You’re both lame.” She had been sitting on her knees and now she sits back on her ass and looks over at you. “Did you play this a lot as a kid?” She asks, watching you pull another card from the pile. You can do nothing with it. 

“I used to when I was really little with my brother and sister.” You feel Ellie’s eyes snap up to you. “Then my brother went off to the military and my sister went to college and I didn’t get to play Sorry again.” You sigh. You never saw either of them again after they left. Your brother called and said things were getting pretty bad and that the three of you should wait for your sister and then head out of Jersey as soon as you could. Get somewhere secluded. Your sister never made it home before the full outbreak happened. 

“Did they–” Ellie starts but you just shake your head. She stops and watches as Joel pulls a card and moves three spaces. Ellie pulls a card. “What was highschool like? I’ve heard stories about it, was it like a university?” She’s so curious, it’s adorable. You shake your head at her. 

“No, high school wasn’t like a university. Kind of… You had classes in different rooms of a big giant school. You’d march down the hallway with everyone else in between the classes and talk with your friends and if you had one, sneak into the stairs to make out with your boyfriend or girlfriend.” You try to hold back a smile as the memory floods back to you. “Yeah, that was the best part. The stairs–”

“Alright, enough of that.” Joel shakes his head. “She’s fourteen–” 

“Exactly and if we weren’t in this situation I know she’d have four of five people lined up in the hallway waiting their turn!” You exclaim quietly. Ellie presses her lips together tightly and tries to hold back a smile. “She’s fourteen. It’s normal to think about that stuff. I was thinking about way more than–” Joel clears his throat and you have to laugh when you look at Ellie who is still smirking with her big eyes. You mouth to her, ‘so much more’. 

Joel gives your good leg a tap and eyes you. You stick your tongue out at him and lay back on the floor, the game of sorry completely forgotten about. You wonder what Ellie would be like if she wasn’t stuck in this fucking place. Would you two go shopping for clothes and makeup? You could have taken her to your mom’s salon to get her hair done. It makes you sad thinking it’ll never happen. 

“Has anyone ever given you a haircut?” You look back at Ellie and she nods. 

“Joel’s brother's wife gave me one before we left the community,” Ellie explains, holding the end of her ponytail up for you to see. You nod at her, satisfied with the answer. “My first one in a long time. Maybe forever.” Ellie looks at the end of her ponytail now. 

“Whenever you want another, just let me know.” You look at Joel now. “You too. I’ll do both of your guys’ hair if you want me to.” 

“Did your mom teach you?” Ellie asks curiously. You shake your head. 

“No. She didn’t let me touch scissors.” You explained. “I wouldn’t be able to learn until I went to cos classes.” You sigh.

“ Cos classes?” Ellie asks confused. You laugh and lean up on your elbows. 

“Cosmetology Classes. School. It’s hair school.” You explain. “My mom just always called it ‘cos classes’ you say in your best Jersey mom accent. Joel laughs when you do it. Ellie does too. 

“That’s what she sounded like?” Ellie keeps a smile on her face. You nod exaggeratedly and the accent that sits right under your tongue at all times comes back easily. 

“Oh of course. We all did.” The vowels are long and drawn out. It comes out ‘ O awve caws. Wee’awl did’. Ellie laughs at you again. You smirk and put the accent back under your tongue. You save it for moments like this or when you’re really angry. Like when you stood outside the garage yelling at Joel. It had come out then too. Just a little. 

“You didn’t talk like that.” Ellie is shaking her head at you. You nod again and think about how annoying you and your loud friends probably were at the malls and the movie theaters. But you were just one group of girls amongst thousands of groups of teenage Jersey girls and you all were annoying at fourteen-fifteen years old. Most kids are. 

“I sure did and my boyfriend used to talk like that too! I used to date a guy who talked like that all the time and I loved it!” You exclaim to her with a smile on your face. “My friends used to talk like that and my mom and aunts! What’s so hard to believe about that?” You let the accent come out a little again. 

“I don’t know how any of your guys understood each other.” Ellie laughs and pulls one knee to her chest. “Were you in love with your boyfriend?” Ellie shoots her eyes to you and then to Joel. You don’t look over at him before you answer. 

“I think I was, yeah. At fifteen, almost sixteen–yeah. I was.” You think back on him fondly. “He was a good kid. He was really nice to me. Really sweet. A real good guy–he would have been a good guy, eventually.” You stumble over it because you don’t know what happened to him. “I never told him though. I was too scared.” You lay back on the floor and rest your hands under your head. “Have you ever been in love?” You turn your head to look at Ellie. She doesn’t say anything for a while. 

“I think so. Yeah.” She doesn’t say anything else. She’s not as forthcoming with information as you are. It’s been a while since you’ve talked to people this way and it’s nice. You have nothing to hide.

“Was she nice?” You ask softly. Ellie just nods. You don’t push it anymore. 

Ellie looks at Joel now and it’s like he can sense it’s coming because he sighs so loud it scares you. You lean up on your elbow again and watch as she asks him what you think she’s about to ask him. 

“Were you in love? Or was it just you and Sarah?” Joel's eyes flick to you for a nanosecond and then he’s looking back at Ellie. Who the hell is Sarah? 

“For a while, yeah. I was.” Joel explains. You know that Joel wishes you weren’t here for this. You and Joel don’t get personal. That wasn’t part of this deal; you might get personal with him but he doesn’t get personal with you. Never has. And that was fine with you. It’s not like this man was going to be your forever. It’s definitely better than sitting in that cabin in the woods alone all the time like you used to, but definitely not your forever.

“What happened?” Ellie pushes him which is bold since she’s so withholding of her own information. Joel’s eyes flick back to you for a moment and then he looks back at Ellie. You want to tell him to keep his eyes away from you like that. It makes you nervous when he does it like he doesn’t trust you sitting off to the side of him the way you are. What are you gonna do? Hit him for having a life before the outbreak when you were fifteen? No. You’re not like that. 

“She left. Left me with Sarah when she was just a baby.” 

Oh…that fuckin’ sucks. 

“How old was Sarah when she left?” You blurt the question out. “I’m sorry.” Joel sighs and looks at you now. 

“Sarah was four months old when my wife left.” Joel looks pained when he speaks. “She was twelve when the outbreak happened.” 

Oh shit. Joel had a daughter. The fact that he has never talked about you doesn’t shock you, Joel has told you maybe seven personal things and one of those things was his name, so. You’re still learning, nothing comes as a shock to you anymore though. 

“I’m sorry.” Ellie whispers, “We don’t have to talk about it.” Joel shakes his head and starts to pack up the board game. You give him your bag to sort it all away. 

“It’s okay. Can’t go the rest of my life not talking about her.” Joel whispers. “It is getting late and we have to be up early so let’s all get to bed. Sleepers tonight in the living room by the fire.” Joel gives the order and you and Ellie start moving furniture around the fireplace. Ellie snuggles up on the couch. You lay your sleeper out and then tell Joel you have to change the dressing on your leg before bed. He offers to help. 

You two go into the secluded room towards the back of the house, it’s not as warm or as light but you hold the flashlight as Joel unwraps your calf. 

“This is bad.” Joel looks at you as you inspect the stab wound on your leg. “It’s probably infected.” Joel sets his fingers around the outside of the open flesh and doesn’t even need to apply any pressure before you’re whimpering and trying to crawl away in pain. Joel rips his hand away and holds on to your wrist. “It’s hot. Very hot. I’m surprised you can walk on it.”

“Don’t touch it again. Just wrap it back up.” You whimper as he goes into his bag for the supplies. This was not great. Definitely not something you wanted to be happening but it was alright. You guys were going to a hospital. You’d get fixed right up. 

“You have to let me inject you with some antibiotics. I cleaned the needle, I know it freaks you out but you’re gonna lose your damn leg, or worse.” Joel warns as he pulls the bottle of clear liquid from his first aid kit. 

“Ughhhh. How do you know it’s clean enough?” You groan and let your head lean back against the hardwood floor behind you. 

“Well… I don’t, but it’s better to put the antibiotics in you than not.” 

“I don’t really think that medical professionals would agree with you on that but alright fine. I don’t want it to go septic.” You don’t. That’s how your dad died and it was horrible. You’d shoot yourself before you got that bad; astonished your dad didn’t.

“Good thing they’re not here.” Joel gives you a shot of medicine right near the gash in your calf. You think you’re going to bite right through your tongue when he does it. It elicits the most disgusting groan you’ve ever let come out of you. It's a cross between a groan and a cry for help and a wheeze like the wind just got knocked out of you. 

“ Je-sus Christ.” You pant as he withdraws the needle. You were clenching your fist together so tightly your fingernails dug into the skin on your palm so hard you have indents. 

“Did good, little bird.” Joel comforts you as he cleans the wound with alcohol. That hurts worse. It does make you cry out in pain softly. “It’s okay. It’s almost over. Then I’ll make you feel real good.” Joel speaks under his breath as he wraps your leg in new gauze and tapes it up carefully. You whimper and tremble underneath his touch the entire time. 

“Okay, the feel-good part now -please.” You let your legs fall apart and Joel is quick to plant himself between them. His mouth finds your pussy like he’s hungry for it. He hasn’t done it since the last night in your cabin. Your hand turns the flashlight off, lets it fall to the floor quietly and it finds his hair. “Yes.” You whisper softly. 

Joel’s tongue is already working slow oblong shapes around your clit. Fuck it feels so good. Every bad feeling you’ve ever felt leaves your body as Joel moans softly against your pussy. His facial hair tickles your thighs and mound as he works his tongue against you slowly. He wants you to feel good and you can in the way he’s taking his time on you. 

“Perfect slutty cunt.” Joel growls against your folds as he lays down directly on the floor between your legs so he’s not hunched over. “I fucking love eating it.” You let him talk because you cannot find the strength in you to tell him to shut up and just put his mouth back on you. Joel doesn’t need to be told, he returns to your middle and laps at you hungrily. Force behind his tongue as he circled it around your clit.

Joel snakes his arms around your thighs gingerly and spreads them a little further apart. His mouth wraps around your clit and sucks as his tongue flicks. You have to put one hand over your mouth to not cry out at how wonderful it feels. You can feel Joel smile against you. 

“You want it inside you?” He growls. You can hear him already unfastening his belt and you’re just confused because he hasn’t even made you come yet, and that’s just not how Joel works. If he eats you out…he makes you come. You whimper as he returns to you. “It’s just too fucking good tonight, I need it now.” His voice is husky with lust and it makes you throb as he laps his tongue against you again. “So fucking bad. Been thinkin’ about it all fuckin’ day. Holding on to you. Touching you all fucking day.” He groans from somewhere deep inside him like it’s been paining him to touch you without being able to be inside you. That makes you throb harder as he slides two fingers inside you. 

“Fuck.” You whisper as he curls his fingers. “Yes, put it inside me.” It’s fine. You don’t care, you’re here for this reason and you know that it’s going to be good, he just got you warmed up. Joel doesn’t hesitate and is up between your legs undoing his belt. He leans over you and presses the weight of him into your chest– You hate it. You want him off of you and out from between your legs. Something is wrong and you don’t like this feeling. Joel can’t sense this yet and tries to kiss you but you turn your head away from him. 

“What? You don’t wan-”

“Get off me.” It’s short and you have your hands on his shoulders and you’re trying desperately to get this man off you. Joel looks down at you with confusion all over his face. You’re in fight or flight mode now. You push Joel harder and start to squirm and wriggle underneath him. Joel shoots up and the minute your legs aren’t being forced apart by his hips and his weight is off your chest you feel fine. Everything is okay and you don’t know why you were freaking out. 

“Are you…okay? Did I hurt you?” Joel asks as you lean up on your elbows. He looks so concerned and also a little puzzled still, he’s just as confused about your reaction as you are. You look up at him probably with the same exact puzzled and concerned face. He starts to check your leg. 

“Yeah–no. Yes, I’m fine. No, you weren’t hurting me.” You sigh and lay back down on the floor. You’re frustrated because you do want Joel inside of you, even now you’re still aching for him. “Can you just flip me over?” You start to turn over onto your stomach but Joel stops you and raises an eyebrow. 

“You sure?” He doesn’t sound convinced. You nod and continue onto your belly. You bend your knees, even though it hurts, and arch your back for him. You can still feel him hesitating as he puts his hands on your ass. You look back at him over your shoulder. 

“I’m fine. I mean it. Please.” You wiggle your hips against him, “I need you.” You can feel Joel place himself between your legs again, just from behind and nothing bad happens. You let out a small sigh of relief as he starts to rub the head of himself against you. That feels good. Very good. You push back against him a little and you hear him sigh. He’s stroking himself behind you, getting himself ready again.

“You want it?” Joel growls, he’s got his bedroom voice back. You nod and he slips it inside of you. It fills you quickly and knocks the air out of you. It feels so good as he slides out of you slowly and then drives himself back into you quickly, bringing your hips back to meet his.

“Yes. Yes.” You whisper to yourself as you try to arch your back more dramatically, opening yourself up a little more to him. You rest your forehead on your hands on the floor. 

“Slutty lil crybaby like this?” His voice is hushed but still humiliating. “You like when I fuck you like this?” You groan softly as he sheathes himself fully again and grips your asscheeks tightly. “I like to fuck you like this. Look at this perfect fucking asshole while I’m inside you.” Joel reaches forward and grabs a handful of your hair. He pulls you back gently, holding your head back, thrusting himself inside of you quickly. Your wet smacking skin loudly slaps together and his belt jingles with each thrust. 

“I love it.” You whine in this not-super-comfortable position, but it’ll do. You can feel him already working on pumping that little ball of energy more full each time he drags his cock along your walls. “Please make me come.” You whisper. You need release, as good as he’s making you feel you’re still in pain and this new position doesn’t help your leg at all. You’re dying for something to make you forget about it. 

“Oh lil crybaby wants to come? How bad?” Joel growls quietly, his fingers grip your hair tighter. “Beg me for it.” Joel rams himself inside of you and holds you against him so you can’t pull away and then push back against him. “Beg. I wanna hear it.” Joel’s voice is like country road gravel. It's so rough. You love it. You try to pull away from him but his hips follow yours and he drags you back into him. “No no, little bird. You have to beg. Then you can make yourself come.” 

A groan escapes your lips and Joel brings his hand down hard onto the soft flesh of your ass. It makes you yelp quietly. He does it again. 

“Don’t fuckin’ complain. Who are you? Just a slutty lil crybaby who’s hungry for what?” Joel pulls back on your hair a little tighter. “Say it, what are you hungry for?” You smirk and instead of pulling away you grind your hips against his in a small circle. It makes him groan quietly from behind you. Another hard, loud smack on your ass. “Say it.” 

“Cock. I’m h-hungry for c-cock.” You moan, his hips start to move in a similar motion to yours but in the opposite direction. The length of his cock moves and rubs against your slick walls. Sliding around easily inside of you. “I want to come so bad, Joel please.” You start to beg him for release, you need it so badly. “I’ll do anything for it. Please spank me again.” You push back into him and moan loudly as he somehow pushes deeper inside of you. Joel gives you what you asked for. You can feel the red hot handprint already forming after the crack of his hand on your ass filled the room. 

“Don’t stop.” Joel breathes out as he begins thrusting inside of you again, more force behind the, quicker now. The ridge of his cock rakes along the walls of your cunt as he does it. It’s going to make you come before you can finish. You try and strain the words out for him before he can do it to you.

“Please Joel I want to come on your cock so b-bad. P-please l-l…et me come on it. Please spank me again, Joel.” You're so pleased with yourself that you got all those words out before you came. Joel’s thrusts become more staggered and messy, it doesn’t matter, you’re right there and he sends you over the edge. Your walls clench around him and he releases his grip in your hair, that hand frantically grips your hips and pulls you down onto him. 

You’re fighting with Joel for who can do what. You want to keep going, Joel wants to hold you down. You whine loudly and Joel keeps thrusting into you, moaning breathlessly from behind you as he draws the rest of your orgasm out of you. 

“ Thank you.” You moan quietly.

Clicking. 

Joel is out of you and on his feet, holding his belt buckle in his hands to silence it. You lay on the ground with your hand over your mouth. 

No fucking way you guys are really getting stalked by a clicker right now with your fucking pants down. Literally. You are still face down, ass up and you’ve got one shoe on. One of your pant legs is still on, the other is dangling around by your ankle with its twin! Joel presses his fingers into the soft skin of your ass to steady himself. You both stay as still and as quiet as you possibly can trying to hear where it’s coming from. The three of you are all on the first floor. Windows and doors were locked. You were just in a room off the back of the house that had a door you could shut. 

You guys got too comfortable. The thought was going through your head when Joel spanked you for the third time that you were both being too loud and needed to quiet down but everything just felt too good. You don’t hear it again but you both definitely heard it the first time. Joel still hasn’t moved so neither do you. 

Very faintly you can hear it. It’s not as close to the house anymore but is still nearby in the neighborhood. This means you’d have to switch off keeping watch while the other slept. It made you sad. You were excited to snuggle up into your sleeper beside Joel’s. You two had even set them up next to each other which had never happened before. The clicking grows fainter. It’s still too scary to move. You don’t think you’ve taken a breath since you heard it originally. You exhale silently. You inhale just as quietly. You’re panting. You had been holding your breath. 

“Ok.” Joel almost mouths to you. It’s just breath, practically no sound. You hear him very carefully fumble with his belt buckle. You start working on getting your own pants on. You put your other shoe back on.

“Throw it away.” You mouth, nodding down to the belt buckle he’s still working on silently. He shakes his head and quietly opens the door of the room you were in. Ellie is sitting up on the couch. 

“Did you hear it too?” She too almost breathes it out. 

You’re worried what else Ellie could have heard if he could hear the clicking. You and Joel have to be more careful. Less senseless. This whole situation was uncomfortable. Ellie. The clicker. Nope. 

Joel offered to do the first watch after Ellie lay back down on the couch. After she fell asleep he rubbed your back gently. 

“You good?” He whispered when you turned in your sleeping bag to look at him. You give him a raised eyebrow. “Your lil freakout. You ok? What was that?” Joel still sounds concerned. You have to think why you felt that way. You’re not entirely sure. 

“I don’t know. I’m fine. I feel fine. I obviously didn’t want you to stop. Just didn’t like my legs being spread open like that. We don’t normally do that.” You’re not lying. You’ve maybe done that position once or twice in the old place but that involved taking your pants all the way off and to do that you had to take your boots off. It was a whole ordeal “I don’t know. We just won’t do that again.” You keep whispering as quietly as you can. 

“What if I wanted to kiss you?” Joel furrows his eyebrows. You have to hold your lips in your hand to stop a laugh. 

“Do you mean spit into my mouth?” You whisper even quieter than you thought you could. “You never kiss me during. Weirdo.” You roll over in your sleeper and let Joel continue to rub your back because it does feel good. You don’t know if you’ll actually sleep tonight. Your leg is on fire and you’re freaked out by that clicker being so close. Joel lulls you to sleep through eventually. He doesn’t wake you up either for your shift.

[brighttears]

…heeeyyy… :3 it’s been so, so long since I’ve been on here!!! Life was just smacking me around for a while, I barely wrote anything like, since the last time I was on here… still kinda busy and that’s not gonna let up, I created this blog when I had a ton of time on my hands but u know how it goes… anyways, at least have logged back into this blog!!! Also, have the one thing I’ve been adding bits and pieces to that I recently decided to attack again so that is coming up as my first story back!!! It’s a cowboy au Joelxreader, teehee…

[lionlena]

You need a better place (Joelxreader)

So I got a request from @rm4sblog

Could you write something about Joel loving a girl with epilepsy, taking care of her, helping her, comforting her, and dealing with the memory loss and other side effects of seizures?

I agreed because the topic of epilepsy is not completely foreign to me. My cat suffers from epilepsy and unfortunately, I have seen his seizures. Of course, it's not the same as human epilepsy, but there are some similarities. Even the medications are so similar that my cat can take human medications.

I hope you will like it.

Warnings: chronic illness, epilepsy, epileptic seizure, anxiety, mention of death risk, hurt/comfort, little angst, little smut (bc you wanted, I guess)

Having epilepsy would suck in the ordinary world. In a pandemic world, that was fucking bad. It was hard to predict when you'd have an attack. Sometimes all it took was someone to shine a flashlight in your eyes. Other times, a stressful situation was enough.

So... As if everything was stressful during the pandemic. And you had a hard time finding a job. Your options were really limited. Even if you were a great shooter, this encounter with the clicker would probably end in your defeat. You would have an epilepsy attack and no weapon would help you.

Of course, there were drugs that helped you. They reduced the frequency and length of attacks, but they weren't easy to get. You'd never get them yourself. You probably would have died long ago if it wasn't Joel who help you.

Ever since you met this surly, rough, soft-hearted guy, your life has changed for the better. Sometimes you didn't know what made Joel Miller love you so much. How did you deserve such a man? He was tough and brutal on the outside with other people, but in the privacy of your apartment, he treated you like a princess. And he hated it when you said you were "broken." Then he would immediately silence you with a kiss, cup your cheeks and look at you with those brown eyes: "Shhh, sweetheart. You're perfect. If any one of us is broken, it's me and only me."

Nothing in the world would make him leave you. Though sometimes you would that he to leave you.

You loved him like no one else in the world, but when you saw how he risked it to get you medicine, your heart broke. Every time you wiped the blood from his face, when you massaged his tense back when you waited for him to come home, when he left the quarantine zone.

Sometimes you've wondered if, for his sake, you shouldn't rejected him. Tell him he's too old for you, that you don't love him. You would hurt him for his own good.

But the selfish part of you couldn't do that. Because you've never been as happy with anyone as you have been with Joel. There were good days, weeks, and even months when you didn't have a seizure.

And there were days when Joel would throw you on the bed and cover your naked body with kisses. And you let him whisper in your ear all the dirty things he could think of. You screamed his name as his head was between your legs and his tongue worked wonders on your clit.

You tugged at his hair and kissed him deeply, letting him know that he was the sexiest man in the whole fucked up world. You praised his cock and laughed at the soft pink that covered his cheeks. Your man was so insecure at times, and you always made sure he knew how wonderful he was.

Maybe that's why he loved you?                                                         

But why did he also love you during the attacks? That was definitely the shitty part of your relationship. There was absolutely nothing romantic about the attacks. It was awful and embarrassing. And yet, Joel always made sure he gave you as much comfort and love as possible after the attack.

So it was also this time.

You had such a good day. Somehow Joel managed to get some chocolate and you decided to make chocolate chip cookies. The whole apartment smelled wonderful, soft music played on the radio. Joel was sitting on the couch impatiently waiting for his sweets. And then it happened.

You just felt your whole body tense up. Anxiety gripped you. You started to be afraid, even though there was no reason to be afraid. A slight numbness in the hand was the final signal. You only managed to moan, "Jo..."

You couldn't remember the rest.

*

Joel jumped off the couch but didn't catch you in time. Your limp body hit the floor with a thud. You had convulsions that shook your body. Joel knelt behind your head, holding it gently. Just so you don't hit yourself too hard. He made sure you didn't choke on your tongue during the attack and spoke to you calmly, "It'll pass soon, baby. I'm here. I won't leave you. Everything will be fine." He knew you couldn't hear him. You once explained to him that you were simply not there during the attack. You felt no pain and heard nothing. Yet he always spoke to you. Maybe because it calmed him down.

After about two minutes, your seizure subsided and Joel couldn't be happier.

*

The first thing you saw was warm brown eyes. You blinked your eyes and looked around. You didn't remember anything and wanted to cry, but then you felt his warm hand on your cheek and heard his soothing voice.

"Y/N, it's me, Joel. Everything's fine now. You're home, you had a seizure."

He gave you a moment to process his words, then asked:

"Can I lift you up?"

You nodded and he carefully took you in his arms and carried you to the bed. He sat you down, making sure you had the right amount of pillows behind your back. He stroked your leg and whispered, "I'll bring you water. I'll be right back."

You slowly came back to yourself. When Joel came back to you, you smiled weakly at him. You were still dazed, but you also wanted to calm him down. No matter how many times Joel told you he was fine. You saw that every attack reflected on him as well.

"Thank you," you whispered as he brought the glass to your lips. "For all."

Joel shook his head and kissed your forehead.

"I always will care for you. You are my love"

You opened your mouth to say something but chose not to. There was no point in explaining to him again that he had no obligation to help you. Joel wouldn't agree with that anyway.

You sat in silence for a few more minutes before Joel said,

"You should take your meds."

You tensed up and grabbed his hand.

"I'll take them later. Sit with me."

Joel rolled his eyes and pecked your nose: "I'll be right back and lay down next to you."

And you already knew you were in trouble. When Joel came back, he had this look on his face that made it clear he wasn't happy. He crossed his arms over his chest and asked.

"Y/N, why are there still so many pills? Last time I checked there were about the same amount of pills." Seeing how sad he made you, he sat next to you and grabbed your hands. "Honey?" His tone of voice was soft again.

You bit your lip and groaned.

"I wanted to save them for later so you don't have to go so fast to get another."

Joel sighed heavily and shook his head.

"But why?"

You could see that he was angry with you, but he tried to hide it.

"Because after the last time, you came back covered in bruises. One day, because of me, you're going to die, Joel!"

Tears started streaming down your face and he pulled you against his strong chest. One of his large hands cupped the back of your head. He kissed your temple and started rocking you gently.

"Shh, it's okay. Calm down. Don't get upset honey. I know you're worried about me, but I'm more worried about you." You felt him squeeze your body tighter, his voice a barely audible whisper. "What if one of the attacks ends in your death? You know it can be. I can't take your loss. I can't go on living without you."

You sighed heavily and started rubbing his back.

"I'm sorry, Joel, but... Sometimes it's so hard for me to accept that you sacrifice so much for me."

Joel pulled back slightly and cupped your face in his large hands.

"Hey, what if I told you I have a plan." You gave him a surprised look. "I'm looking for a better place for us. A place where life is calmer. A place where there's no fucking FEDRA and no fucking Fireflies. A place where you'd have less stress, so fewer attacks." He smiled at you. "How does it sound?"

"Like a fairy tale," you replied.

Joel shifted on the bed so that you could lie down with your head resting on his chest. He started stroking your hair. You were slowly falling asleep. Before you closed your eyes you heard Joel say:

"I will make this fairy tale come true, princess."

*

[hender-ka]

Is there any good story where Tess is still alive, makes her way into Jackson with Joel and Ellie, maybe will try some moves on Joel again, but then reader makes her appearance? (like Joelxreader)

Pls tell me! ❤️

[thosekidswhohuntmonsters]

dying to know how the girlies feel about this!!!

I think I'll Take My Whiskey Neat

Summary: The reader has been traveling with Joel and Ellie for awhile, and the group has finally made it to Jackson. What will Joel Miller do now that for a moment he doesn't have to worry about keeping you safe, but can think about making you feel good.

Word Count: 4835

Warnings: None other than filth times a million

I think I’ll take my whiskey neat 

If you can sit in a barrel 

maybe i'll wait 

until that day 

“Ain’t too bad mhm (y/n),” Joel says after looking around the surprisingly crowded room and then fixing his eyes upon you. 

Ain’t too bad? 

Those aren’t the words that come to mind when you think about your current situation. 

There no longer being 2,000+ miles between you, Joel, Ellie and Jackson ain’t too bad. Washing off said 2000+ miles in Tommy and Maria’s freezing cold shower ain’t too bad. Hell, depending on if you got him drunk enough Joel might even insist that good ole Will Livingston ain’t too bad. 

But, nestled beside Joel Miller in a secluded corner of an otherwise crowded bar is worlds away from being ain’t too bad. This being the only bar in this little Jackson safe haven means so many patrons that you and Joel are squeezed into a booth that would still be relatively uncomfortable for a man half the size of Joel. 

Such close corners in fact that you’ve got to lean in real close, per Joel’s innocent request, towards his good ear as you speak. And, is surely the only reason why one of his arms is draped over the back of the booth behind you cutting whatever remaining space there was between you both. 

“Ain’t too bad,” you say while leaning in close to Joel. You know better than to make Joel repeat himself. A lesson you tell yourself you’ve learned as to give him a break from Ellie’s defiance, and not because the very gravel of his voice lures you instantly into submission like kindling to a flame.  

In the split second before the rim of Joel’s whiskey glass touches his unfairly pink lips you swear they curl into a smile. Even if it’s for a moment, and underneath multi-colored string lights with one or two bulbs out, it’s beautiful to see. To be this close to Joel outside of a life or death situation feels far too indulgent. It’s the way that for the first time you’re able to notice how the silver strands of his mustache swirl with the chestnut like Van Gogh’s goddamn Starry Night. Or that as you take in his scent all the nights where he’d insisted on taking first watch so you could fall asleep beside the warm fire only to be woken up in the morning as he hands you a cup of black coffee come flooding back. 

“You alright darlin,’” Joel asks knowingly. There’s no excuse as to why he leans in so close to you as he asks. Even though underneath his gaze you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, both of your ears work fine. 

If Ellie were here this is exactly when she’d say some smart ass remark to cut the tension. Something about your face getting stuck like that for how you’re looking at Joel, or that she didn’t know Joel even knew how to do anything else besides scowl. But she’s not here, in fact, it’s the first time that it’s just you and Joel. 

You and Joel. 

“Mhm,” you say back, trying not to squirm under his full attention. It’s not that you don’t like it, the problem is how much you do. How in this moment you know that with every fiber of your being you’d do anything to keep his eyes on you. This feeling of desire sends more of a rush throughout your body than whatever cheap liquor the bartender poured in your cup. 

“Think Tommy will mind if we add another round to his tab?”. 

Joel gestures to the now empty glass in his hand. Oh, his hands. You can imagine his hands sanding the delicate molding of a house effortlessly working off of years of repetition. Images of his body so in tune with the soft yet firmness needed to craft something, that his mind can drift off and his hands can do all the work. He works smoothly, with the grain of the wood, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply to get it to work with him. Not against him. Before you know it you begin to wonder if he could mold you just as easily into whatever he desired with those very same hands?

“Think you can handle another round Miller?” you wager with a false confidence you hope turns into something real. 

“It takes much more than a few glasses to take a man like me down darlin’. Now how about you, has that whiskey got you feeling warm yet?”. 

His words are dripped in suggestion and coated with desire. Whether it's the heat rising to your cheeks, or the whiskey, you’re feeling more than warm. You’d almost forgotten that with the right person it was possible to feel like your entire body was on fire just from a certain look in their eyes. 

What was the look in Joel’s eyes right now? Like something primal deep within him had been awakened and needed to feed. He could be such a calculated man. So certain of the expression on his face, or the tone of his voice and all in the name of remaining in control. Joel could effortlessly take control of any situation at any time, but the reason was always to protect you and Ellie. 

For the first time you were beginning to experience what it felt like when Joel demanded control not for perseverance, but rather in the name of pleasure. Yours, and his. It made you bite your inner cheek as you dared to think about what he’d do to satisfy such a primal hunger. 

“Like honey,” you answer before you’re aware the words are even leaving your lips. There is no space between you both anymore to hide your expressions, and seeing Joel smile like the fucking cheshire cat is almost too much to handle. 

Is he so pleased with himself because he’s simply just enjoying this, or because he’s seemed to corrupt you? Your need to be taken by a real man has been ever growing like the branches of the swarm since you’ve crossed paths with Joel. Can he smell it on you? 

“Mhm darlin’ bet you’re sweet like it too”. 

His eyes only leave yours to look at your lips. Slowly he takes his chin in your hand and with his thumb drags down your bottom lip. His calloused fingers are so rough against your cheek that once again you’re reminded of what he can create with those same fingers. Or destroy. Your body aches to know how it feels to be reduced to nothing but a desperate little thing by Joel Miller.  

Joel has always walked the line with you because you both were doing everything you could to protect Ellie. There was too much at stake to give into the burning desire that seemed to be programmed into the nucleus of each cell in both your bodies. But by hell you’d made it to Jackson. Tommy was alive, and had Maria. Ellie could be an actual kid for once. Joel found the words of Bill’s letter replaying in his mind. 

He’d kept you alive, and he’d always protect you, but now he could finally allow himself to have you. The thought alone igniting atoms inside of his body he wasn’t sure even worked anymore. His body was crying out for yours, and no longer would he pretend he didn’t hear the call. 

Your face feels so small in his hands that Joel feels his breath hitch. You are so soft and delicate - a stark contrast to anything he’s done with his hands in a very long time. Holding your face alone feels like a pleasure he doesn’t deserve. Like he’s snuck into some secret garden and allowed himself to feel the softness of the rarest rose the world has ever seen. You’re the petal he’s got delicately between his fingertips. 

“So taste me and then you tell me Miller,” you say before placing a soft kiss to his thumb. 

He can’t remember the last time he’s heard something so tempting. Were he Eve in the garden and you the apple, he would’ve eaten you core and all. Joel moves his hand from your cheek and allows it to become tangled softly in your hair. He sees the hunger in your eyes, feels it radiate off of you and envelop him like a warm summer breeze.

Joel is the one to close the final distance between you both, and that’s exactly how he wants it. It’s an open mouth type of kiss - the only kind either of you would have shared after all these months of pent up tension. No sooner than as he feels your lips brush his, he can feel you deepen the kiss with your tongue. You’re both desperate to taste each other in every way you can. He can taste the whiskey on his tongue mixed with the coke you’d insisted on using as a chaser from yours, and shit you are sweet. 

Joel doesn’t care if there’s a hundred people in this shitty little dive. He’s going to pull you into his lap like you’re the only two in the room, and anyone who gets in his way be damned. He’s waited far too long to have you, and as he hears you moan against his open lips all restraint leaves his body. A man like Joel Miller can only deny himself so long. 

Making use of his hand tangled in your hair Joel uses his grip to pull your head back and expose your neck to him. His mouth only leaves yours to sink into the crook of your neck like a vampire desperate to feed. It doesn’t take him long to find your sweet spot and earn yet another moan from your beautiful lips. 

“Joel,” you say, and he's surprised you even remember how to speak. The only thing that can take his breath away quicker than hearing how you sound calling out for him in pleasure is the way you say his name. So needy. He thinks to himself as he smirks into the knape of your neck. 

He knows what you’re struggling to say. You both need more, and unless you want to put on a performance for the whole bar, more means privacy. Though Joel would happily take you over the table audience and all, he’s also desperate to be fully alone with you. Desperate to know how indulgent you become when it’s just you and him. For only him. 

Joel is raking his mind for where you both could go. There’s no cars in this safe zone as there's hundreds of miles between you and the nearest road. He can’t take you back to Tommy’s without Ellie finding out, and having a fucking field day. And it’s too damn cold to head out back behind the bar. This fuckin bar….suddenly he’s got his answer. 

“I know sweetheart,” he all but purrs back to you. Joel feels a sense of pride to have you so worked up with doing so little. You’d let him take you right here and now it’s clear as day all over your beautiful little face. He allows himself to commit to memory the way your pleading eyes look to his before taking you by the hand and leading you to the only place he knows you two can be alone. 

“It ain’t the Ritz sweetheart, but it’s better than letting the whole bar hear how sweet you sound for me”. 

Joel has taken you to the only room he is sure will have a lock in this place; the bathroom. It’s got graffiti coated walls, a questionably sticky floor, but a door that locks. Privacy. And neither of you wants to let another moment of that go to waste. 

Like a hunter honing in on its prey Joel guides you backwards until you can feel the backs of your thighs meet the cold granite sink. There’s a darkened look in his eyes as they look down to meet yours. Maybe it’s the lighting, or maybe it’s knowing there's nothing stopping him from what he’s been dying to do for months. Take you. 

His hands find your waist and before you can even think about what he’s going to do, he lifts you up and places you on the sinks edge. Slowly his hands trail back down from your hips to where the fabric of your skirt meets your exposed skin. Your thighs are so soft beneath his fingertips Joel feels his desire growing. He could easily leave his mark on any inch of you, a beautiful reminder to all that you were his, and to him a beautiful reminder of how you were his. 

Were he a younger man with better knees he’d kneel down and wrap your beautiful thighs around his face. He’s dreamt far too many times about tasting you that he feels like some bee desperate to return to the hive and sink right into the comb. If only you knew how much strength it took to restrain himself on cold nights where you’d shared Frank’s sleeping bag, or when he’d have to suddenly hold you silently in place with a hand over your mouth while listening for clickers.  

“Joel please,” he hears you say as he awakens from his trance. This time it’s your hands on his face guiding him closer to you. It’s the way your brows are furrowed and how you bring your hips forward that lets him know although you’ve dreamt about this too, you can’t stay in anticipation for much longer. When a match catches flame there’s only so long it can hold on before being thrown onto the waiting fire and engulfing it whole. 

Joel’s lips are on your neck once again, and slowly he kisses up to just below your ear. “Please what?” he asks before lightly biting your earlobe and earning a frustrated growl from you. Before you can answer him with words, he feels you move to grind yourself against him. While he loves the feeling, he also wants an answer out of you. Wants to hear you explicitly beg for him. 

“Use your words (y/n),” he demands in the same solid tone he uses when you’re both checking if a room is clear, or navigating a trade between other drifters. Joel brings his hands back to your thighs and begins to push up the fabric of your skirt. He’s too busy leaving love bites all over your neck to see your face, but from the way he hears your breath catch in your throat he knows you’re struggling to speak. 

With his tongue Joel licks over the spot on your neck he’s certain will bruise, and then places a soft kiss to your already reddening flesh. His hands hook underneath the backs of your knees and he pulls your body closer to his. All that separates you now is his jeans, and the thin fabric of your panties. 

“Need you to touch me-” you manage to say even though you’re sure your brain has ceased working entirely and speaking at all is as high a request as reciting nuclear fusion codes. Suddenly you feel him smile against your skin, and you’re sure you even hear what sounds like a laugh emerge from his chest. 

For a moment he’s so amused with himself he takes pity on you and your poor lust-drunk brain. “That’s what I’m doing right now ain’t I sweetheart?” and to emphasize his words Joel squeezes your thighs. It anchors you to the reality before you, and makes something shift inside you. Was that same primal hunger taking root in your chest? 

“I need you to finally fuck me like you’ve been dying to for all these months Miller”. 

What would Will Livingston have to say about your choice of words? 

With his free hand you feel him begin to trace the hem of your panties, edging closer and closer to finally touching you where you need it most. He’s got you on the precipice, and you feel like a bullet in a loaded gun waiting for someone to pull the trigger. Like any true hunter, Joel knows to steady himself before taking the shot. 

“And you gonna be a good girl and take it like you’ve been dying to for just as goddamn long sweetheart?”. 

As he speaks you feel his thumbs hook underneath your panties. The fabric suddenly feeling paper thin beneath his touch - like with the pure heat of desire emanating from his body he could melt them right off.  

“Bet these are already soaked through for me, aren’t they sweetheart?” he teases while taking his time to slide them off of you. Without shame, or hesitation, you open your legs for him in the same way a flower blooms.  

For the first time Joel’s eyes leave yours, but only so he fully drink in the beautiful sight of your legs fully spread before him. He finds himself cursing his knees once more and vows that the next time he has you all to himself like this there’s going to be a goddamn bed in the room. Even if he has to make it himself. 

You’re on the edge of the sink physically, and mentally on the edge of insanity thanks to him. Here you are legs spread and practically begging to be taken, and suddenly Joel’s moving like this whole moment hasn’t been months in the making. 

“Should I go find a camera so you can take a picture, or should I be genuinely worried you’re having a senior moment?”. 

Well, that bratty behavior snaps him right out of it. In one fluid motion Joel’s undoing his belt, and moving your body so that now you’re bent over the sink. He moves your hair out of your face and lets his hand run down your spine until it rests at your hip. With a subtle nudge of his knee to your inner thighs, he lets you know to spread your legs again.

“I want your eyes glued to that mirror sweetheart, so you can watch yourself as I fuck this needy little cunt-” as he speaks you can feel him drag his hard cock up and down your slit. A delicious reminder of what is about to come, but altogether still not enough.

“Let’s see what you’ve got to say with that mouth of yours when you’re filled to the fuckin brim with me,” this time he rubs his tip right against your clit. 

Out of instinct you go to look over your shoulder at him thinking it’ll somehow convince him to take pity on you, but you feel him plant a firm spank on your ass and pull his hips back. You doe-eyes and mouth agape convince him no less than a bunny rabbit can convince a wolf to resist the hunt. 

His tone is just as firm as his touch, “I’m not even inside you yet sweetheart and you can’t even follow instructions? Let me make this real simple for you…you’re gonna watch yourself come undone on this cock”. 

You feel his body weight against yours as he leans forward and with a vice-like grip moves your head so that you’re once again looking at yourself in the mirror. He means it. You are going to watch yourself cum around his cock. He only takes his hand away to help you discard your shirt, and with it any of the remaining clothes you’re wearing. 

As you look at your reflection and take in your disheveled appearance you’re surprised to feel it turn you on. 

You notice the way your body curves outward from your waist, your hips seemingly made to be gripped by strong hands and provide an anchor. As you lean forward you take in the shape of your full breasts, and how your nipples harden as they meet the cold granite countertop. Then, you finally look at your own face. Your cheeks are crimson red, your pupils shot, and your lips all pink and rough from kissing. The only thing that pulls you away from looking at yourself like this, is an equally naked Joel. 

Part of you wishes to kiss along his collarbones and down his chest until you know every inch of skin. How far down would you reach until he’s begging to feel your lips around his cock?

His breathing is ragged as he drags out his words to tease you in the same manner you’d teased him earlier. “If you take your eyes off that mirror before I say darlin’ I’m taking away this cock”. To prove his point further you feel him lightly slap his cock against your folds. 

“Yes Joel,” you answer. 

Finally, your little game of cat and mouse comes to an end and you feel Joel sink inside of you. Your mouth opens wider than before as you adjust to his size and bask in the feeling of being so full. A fullness so intoxicating that you find it hard to think, and mourn any moment you’d spent without him so deep inside of you. 

“Open those pretty eyes sweetheart,” Joel says as he pulls his hips back and begins to find his own rhythm. Your eyes flutter open and a desperate little whine leaves your lips as you feel him pull out of you. In the reflection of the mirror you can see a playful smirk upon his lips. 

“So fuckin’ needy,” he teases with a smile before entering fully inside you once more. Again you’re hit with the euphoria of your walls stretching to accommodate him. Joel’s hands slide down your sides before coming to rest at your hips once more. 

He uses his hands on your hips to hold you firmly in place and with a roll of his own, he thrusts into you. The only sounds in this dingy little bathroom are the obscene sounds of skin against skin, and Joel talking you through taking his cock. With each thrust you feel him bottom out inside of you, no doubt months of tension finally escaping his hips. 

“Mhm, hear how wet you are for me sweetheart?” Joel asks as he picks up the pace. He watches his cock disappear inside of you with as much admiration as the first man to discover fire. As far as Joel’s concerned, seeing your pretty little pussy swallow him whole is the most beautiful thing on this planet. That and the sounds leaving your lips as you take him in and out of you. 

“Mhm,” is all you can manage to get out. You’re too distracted by Joel’s broad shoulders and the way his arm muscles flex as he holds you in place. Right now you wish to be immortalized like this, the both of you carved from marble and beautiful enough to put Michelangelo’s best to shame. 

“You were made to take this cock weren’t you sweetheart-” he says in a tone so low it’s almost a growl. 

Made to take this cock? Suddenly you can’t think of any other purpose for existing. Just when you think his body is intoxicating enough, his words make your brain all fuzzy. You can feel the pleasure building inside of you like an uproar. You arch your back to let him enter further inside you, building with pleasure like the way temperatures rise to create a tropical storm. 

“Look at you fuckin’ smile while taking it - you love this don’t you?”. 

Smiling? You are off floating in heaven. The sensations coursing through your body making you feel like you’d fully ascended to some other plane of existence where good was great, and Joel’s body working with yours was euphoric. 

“Yeah, I fucking love it,” and if you words aren’t convincing enough, the look on your beautiful face does it for Joel. He can tell that right now you’re floating, the only thing physically holding you here is the way he’s buried inside you to the hilt. 

Joel has always felt like your anchor, but now it’s in a whole new way. With every thrust of his hips he brings you closer and closer to the edge. He knows what it's like to have your life in his hands, but now he’s got the power over you to make you see stars. 

“Then let go for me sweetheart, give me all you’ve got-”. 

He wants it just as much as you do; to feel your walls clench around him begging to be painted with his seed. Joel would fill you up every chance he’s got - mark you from the inside in the ways only his cock could. To ruin any other man for you and teach you what real pleasure is like - just like he knows you’re aching for. 

Joel takes a hand from your hips and snakes it around your waist and lower until he finds your clit. His strong and rough fingers knowing exactly how to dance upon your delicate skin and coax an orgasm out of you. Softly he rubs, while roughly he pumps himself inside you. Was there some secret code upon your flesh that only he could read? One that let him know exactly what you needed most, and when? 

“That’s right darlin, let that pretty pussy soak this cock”. 

There is nothing left you can do, but listen to his words and give him exactly what he wants. To follow his orders like you always do, but this time you’re giving him much more than satisfaction. You’re giving him the ability to reduce you to nothing but a wanton mess, coming undone upon his cock in ways you didn’t know you could. 

He throws his head back as he feels you squeeze against his every inch - your cunt desperate to suck him in and keep him there. His remaining concentration is used to keep moving his fingers against your clit with the same expertise he uses to pull the trigger of a gun. Joel feels you milking him for everything he’s got, and it’s enough to take his breath away. 

“Mhm just like that sweetheart” he says, still talking you through it - ever the gentleman despite the sinful scene before you both.  

Joel takes one final glance at you in the mirror before allowing himself the same pleasure he’s giving you. With awe in his eyes he studies the way your mouth hangs slightly open, and your eyes clench shut in ecstasy. He knows you’re giving yourself completely to him with every moan that leaves your lips, and with every squeeze of your cunt against his cock. More, more, more. 

He can feel you cumming around him, but being able to watch you as you do makes him feel like some kind of god. What was created on the seventh day again? Nothing that fuckin compares to this. 

Unable to deny himself any longer, Joel allows his orgasm to rake through his body like a wild-fire. Each pleasure-center of his cells up in delicious flames as he empties himself deep inside you. So deep only he could reach - he thinks to himself as ribbon after ribbon of his cum coats your walls. His desire to claim you never ceases. This, the final thought to fill his mind before he loses himself completely to the feeling of you around him. Joel feels like the center of your universe. 

He’s not sure what he says as he cums, but he hopes it isn’t some profession of his undying love for you. That’s a card he’s hoping to keep close to his chest for the time being. His chest. Joel quiets his mind, and pulls you into it. 

“I think I saw a defibrillator back there if you need one,” you tease as you’re the first to catch your breath. It’s much easier to steady your breathing as you nestle into Joel’s chest and listen to his heart. You feel a soft rumble against your face as a laugh emerges from him. 

Joel wraps his arms around you, and lifts you to sit upon the sinks edge once more. “Thought I just fucked that attitude out of you sweetheart,” he teases back at you. Joel knows the only way he’d ever get you to watch your mouth is by filling it, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy every little remark that left it just as much as you enjoy making them. Your laugh is muffled by his chest. He places a soft kiss on your temple, “let’s get you home huh, sweetheart?”. 

Home. Words Joel was certain would never leave his lips again. There were a lot of things Joel thought he’d never experience again after the outbreak; laughter, purpose, love. But, in one fell swoop you’d given him all three and for that he’d give you every last ounce of himself. Or inch. Pun intended. 

Author's note: thank you for being a doll and reading this, please feel free to comment what you thought! <3