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zevrra · 30 days ago

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—come here, darlin’. [2]

synopsis: After going home with Joel Miller, you’re finally getting the chance to know him; just like you’ve always wanted. But you never could have imagined how good of a decision that would be.

tags: 3k words, 21(+), fem!reader, very nsfw, very suggestive content, pure smut, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, deep throat, penetrating sex, drunk sex, praises, age gap, one night stand, video game joel, jackson!joel.

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Joel lifts you up with ease. Casually his hands slide to your ass as he forces you up into his arms. You capture his lips as he hauls you up, fingers working on unbuttoning his shirt quicker, legs wrapping around his waist. Wouldn’t be the last time you did that tonight.

Not a young man anymore? Shit, he’s lifting you up and carrying you off towards his bedroom like it’s nothing. Alcohol or not, Joel was pure strength. And with his strong hands on your ass— holding you up was easy. Continues to kiss you even as he treads the stairs just until the two of you enter his bedroom. That’s when he finally sets you down, with your back meeting the softness of his bed.

Now in his room, you smell nothing but his scent. You smell the aroma of his strength, the underlying scent of the forest; every scent that makes your thighs clench and pussy throb.

Somewhere along the way, Joel had slipped out of his shirt, lost, and definitely forgotten, inside his house. Your hungry eyes shift over his bare chest. While he was riddled with scars, his body was a little softer, pudgier, from his down time in Jackson. Even so, the muscle lying underneath were evident from the years of fighting to survive. You can’t help but groan at the sight as he takes his position above you.

God, what a man as he towers over you. He returns to pressing quick, hot kisses to your mouth. You bite gently at his bottom lip as his hands smooth over your skin, lighting every inch of you that he touches on fire. A dull ache settles between your thighs as he reaches around to unhook your bra. Effortlessly, he unhooks the metal clips from each other and tosses your garment off to the side before replacing your bra with his own hands. Like he’s done this far too many times in his life. His fingers run over your nipples before his entire palm flat lays against your breast, squeezing the mound of flesh in his strong grip. The motion rips a moan right out of you.

Joel smirks against your lips, flicking his tongue against yours as he deepens the kiss. His fingers pinch and pull at your nipples as his tongue dances inside your mouth, kissing you until you’re breathless and begging for air before pulling away in all his heat and passion to move onto his next point of interest.

His beard scratches across your skin as he moves his lips down, catching one of your nipples in his mouth while his fingers work on getting you out of your own jeans. His quick hands push the fabric down and off your hips (with a little of your own help), lifting your hips and shimming you out of your jeans as they’re quickly discarded like the rest of your clothes.

He’s eager to taste you now. Laps at your breast like a starving man. You can’t help but moan, pushing your fingers through his thick brown hair as he works on your tender breast. His hands return to sculpting your body. Rough palms from years of hard work run across the back of your thighs. Smooth over your ass, pulling your hips into his own. The slight movement has you realizing in your drunken stupor what you’re truly dealing with. Thank god for that extra drink because you might have chickened out if you knew how big Joel was going to be. But that didn’t matter, you were here and now; with Joel tasting your skin and his fingers pushing beneath your underwear.

You gasp at the new sensation of his hand sliding down your stomach. His touch as it grows closer to your aching center sets every nerve you have on fire. And then he’s pushing his fingers beneath your waistband. He leaves sucking on your breast to return to your neck. Teeth scraping along your throat just as his fingers plunge between your other lips. A single finger slips inside of you. But you don’t have time to really adjust before Joel is slipping a second one inside to stretch you out thoroughly. The rough motion has your toes curling, tightening your grip in his hair, as his name tumbles from your lips.

He doesn’t stop. Continues to finger you while his lips and teeth begin to mark you as his. A deep groan echoes from Joel’s chest as his fingers thrust inside of you. ”You’re soaking wet.” He mutters, making a point to his words with a curl of his fingers. The simple gesture sends electricity running up your spine. You can’t help but nod eagerly in response to his statement.

Opening your legs a little wider for him. Allowing him to move a little more freely with his fingers. He wasn’t wrong, at all. Even in your drunk little mind you can hear the lewd sounds your pussy makes with the assault of his fingers. No mistaking it, he was doing a damn good job. You can feel him smirk against your skin at the whine he forces out of you. He still had it.

You tug at his hair to bring his focus back onto you. Which he gladly obliges. Joel kisses you quick and hot; pecks placed swiftly against your eager lips.

“Talk to me sweetheart,” Joel mumbles against your lips. As if moaning into his mouth wasn’t enough of an answer. “Tell me what you want.” He adds. Another curl of his fingers sends your head flying back in a cry.

Never would you have guessed that Joel Miller was one to get into dirty talk.

“God.” You moan softly. Tilting your head back down to catch Joel’s gaze staring at you. Those hazel eyes once again hungrily devouring you. How he could make eye contact while fingering you so spot on was beyond you. Your fingers push back his brown hair. If he was going to stare at you with those hungry eyes then you wanted to make sure to get a good look at him too when you spoke about what you truly wanted. “Want you to take those damn—ah—jeans off,” You moan. Shifting ever so slightly to rub your shin right up against the hard cock straining inside his jeans. “Pull yourself out and fuck me.”

“Atta girl.” Joel teases with a drunk laugh. He removes his hand from beneath your underwear; waistband snapping as he retrieves his hand. He leans back then. Returning to stand at the side of the bed as his fingers take hold of his belt. You lift to press a foot gently into his thigh, moving up along the front of his jeans. Curving along the fullness of his waiting cock.

Now it was your turn to watch with hungry, ravaging, starving eyes as Joel unbuckles his belt. Slips it from his belt loops and lets it drop to the ground with a thud. Next his jeans. The button comes undone after a few drunken attempts before he too slips them off. Leaving him in his black boxers.

You press your toes into the front of his underwear and in return he rumbles a low groan. A smirk plastered on his face. “Mmm, sexy.” You mumble with a smirk to mirror his own.

His hands reach up to grab your ankle. And with little force he drags you closer to himself. “Enough of that,” He chuckles. Fingers trailing along down from your ankle to your calf onto your inner thigh before he reaches his goal. “Let’s get ya outta these too.” He motions with a tug of your underwear. And without hesitation he’s stripping off the last piece of clothing you wear. Leaving you now totally nude in his bed.

“Better?” You ask, mimicking his teasing tone just moments earlier. Joel smirks at you as he tosses your underwear to the ground. You sit up then. Coming up to his abdomen. Just mere inches away from what you’re really after.

“You have no idea.” He replies. One of his hands comes up to caress your jaw then. His thumb brushes across your bottom lip as he stares down at you.

With his help, your head is tilted back ever so slightly, forcing you to look up at him. And you keep your eyes locked with his gaze as your own hands rise to the occasions. Grabbing a hold of his underwear and slowly pulling the fabric down until his cock is finally set free. You watch as he sucks in a quick breath through his teeth as the cold air hits his sensitive tip. Even in the dim light you can see how his head glistens.

“Glad I’m not the only one…wet.” You tease. Joel doesn’t laugh this time though. Humor was no longer necessary when you had your hand wrapping around the base of his cock and lips merely inches away. Lust and need were the only things left now.

“You just gonna use that pretty little mouth of yours to talk all night?” Joel asks as his thumb pulls at your bottom lip.

His words light an entire fire inside of you. Burning your core so hot you swear you just might melt. You smile under his touch.

Your hand moves along the fullness of his cock; stroking up till you reach his damp tip. He groans under your touch. Breathes heavier with every move of your hand as you continue to stroke him. You kiss at his thumb before you’re using your mouth to replace your hand. Your tongue lays out flat immediately as you swallow just the first mouthful of his cock. Your hand returns to his base as you force more of him between your lips.

Joel moans your name while his hand pushes up into your hair. He moves back your hair so his drunk gaze can watch you swallow every inch of him.

Good to know you weren’t the only needy bitch in heat at that moment.

You never falter. Not even when his hand tugs at your hair to guide you further down. You just push yourself a little harder. Managing to gather spit up with your tongue to use as a lubricant of sorts to swallow more of him. Until your nose is damn near pressed right up against his lower abdomen. Giving you a chance to inhale his scent. His smell alone makes you moan.

A satisfactory sigh escapes Joel when you finally manage to fit all of his cock in your mouth. Tears crinkle up at the edges of your eyes but you never look away from the man towering over you; even as his head borderline threatens to choke you.

He chuckles in drunk amusement, catching your attention. “Good girl.” He praises. Groaning at the sight before him. The sight of you taking him so well with your hazy eyes and soon to be swollen lips. If you could smile, you would have.

He doesn’t stop at praising you though, not now, as his hips move forward with a shallow thrust. Testing the waters, giving you the chance to prepare, before he would assault your mouth with every inch of him. Forcing you to take inch by inch at the swift roll of his hips. He fucks into your mouth, forces you to breathe through your nose as spit drips down your chin. Your hands move to his thighs to support yourself as you moan at the sudden roughness of the older man.

Yet you loved every bit of it. Especially the way he groaned as you took his cock confidently in your mouth and throat.

By the end of the night, you’ll have said it a million times but thank God you took that extra drink.

You continue to let him fuck your mouth and tug on your hair every time you swallow him up to the base. Keeping your gaze locked with his own; watching as his flushed face twists in pleasure with each snap of his hips.

What a sight to behold. The well-known, well beloved, Joel Miller; disheveled, sweaty, groaning your name as he fucks your mouth. You blink away any tears that build up. You weren’t missing a single second of his red face. Sooner, rather than later, you’d burn that wonderful face of his into your memory.

You’d like to think Joel was doing the same with how he kept his eyes locked on your face.

Joel doesn’t want to look away. And he doesn’t want to stop. But he’s closing in on his orgasm and definitely doesn’t want to ruin this night.

Your lips are red and swollen and he’s pushing dangerously close to his finish line. With as much alcohol as the two of you had consumed, neither of you were sure if multiple rounds would happen that night. So when he’s done thoroughly fucking your throat, teetering at the finish line, he pulls his cock from between your lips. Needs a second to collect himself so he doesn’t accidentally cum all over your face. That could be saved for another day cause god wouldn’t you both give to have him completely wreck you.

You gasp for air. Lips slick with a mix of your spit and his precum. You pride yourself in knowing that not only did you take him fucking your mouth like a champ but never once did you break eye contact. And Joel never looked away either.

His thumb returns to your battered lips. Pressing gently into your now tender skin. You return the gesture by running your hands up from his thighs, to his hips, before moving to run your fingers tenderly across his forearms. “Lie back.” He instructs and you do as he says without hesitation again; but your fingers grab hold of his wrists to pull him down to you as well.

He lets you guide him until he’s pressing his full body weight against you for a second time. His hands start at your thighs, moving to your ass, before he places them firmly on your back and embraces you.

Passionately he holds you as your legs wrap around his waist. And with your help, his cock head presses against your soaking pussy now. Both of you moan at the brief contact where you’re the most sensitive. The single brush has your toes curling up at the promise of what comes next. Your fingers grip at his strong shoulders; just as he guides himself to your core once again. This time he presses inside of you. Sinks his cock slowly into your throbbing pussy. And as you gasp at the intrusion, Joel kisses you in the heat of the moment.

You can’t help but sob into his mouth. From him stretching you out, kissing you, moaning as your pussy takes him in full, and bottoming out inside of you. It was all so much. Too much. The pleasure, the passion, the burn of the stretch.

“That’s it baby girl,” Joel mumbles sweetly against your lips. He shifts his hips in shallow thrust for now. Kissing you deeply while he drags his cock out and swiftly back in again.

Yet again, Joel’s so much bigger than you had expected. It would take you awhile to adjust properly but you didn’t have awhile when the burn in your lower abdomen was scorching hot now. Your own orgasm builds up in quick succession; has you hanging on that thin line for dear life.

This time it was your turn to break the kiss. Turning your head to the side to gasp for air. His name falls from lips with every rise and fall of your chest. Crying his name like a sinner calls for their god.

“Mhm baby, I know. You’re doing so good.” Joel comforts. He rearranges his arms and hands embracing you; places his palms on either side of your shoulders as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

Your fingers dig into the thick of his shoulders. Gripping onto him as if you were drowning in his lust and desire; which you most certainly were. Now every thrust has his hips meeting your own. Every deep dig of his cock manages to leave your back arching with a mess of his name falling off your lips.

Seeing you in such a state must drive the older man wild because Joel pounds into you now. Hits the deepest spots within your soon to be overstimulated pussy. How he managed to accurately fuck you so well, you had no idea. Never had you slept with someone who knew your body better than you did yourself. It was thrilling. Made you want him every night instead of just this one time.

“R-right there!” You gasp. Stars burst across your pretty eyes as Joel keeps his rhythm up. One rough, deep thrust after the other. Making sure to pace himself so he doesn’t cum early and ruin your orgasm but wanting to keep on set with your own.

“Yeah? You gonna come?” Joel chuckles but his laughter ends off in a harsh grunt as you squeeze tightly around him.

You manage to somewhat chuckle with him even as he continues to roughly fuck into you. Acting all smug as if he wasn’t about to lose himself over that edge. And a small part of you wanted him too, right then and there while deep inside of you. Now that really was the alcohol talking; and would solidify what a bad idea all of this could have been.

Your thighs begin to tremble and slip from his waist but Joel is quick even in his drunk, sexed out mind. He catches your leg with one of his hands. Using the new leverage to angle your waist just ever so slightly upwards. The new position has you whimpering for him. You can’t even imagine what you must sound like in his ears. A pathetic, whiny mess as he draws you closer to the edge.

Joel can’t even hold back his own grunts now. He rapidly is coming undone, just as quick as you are. Makes you feel a little better about the noises you make.

“Yes! C-close.” You moan as tears kiss your eyelashes. That drunken, roaring fire was finally going to set your entire body ablaze and you couldn’t wait. “Joel, I’m…I!” You weep.

“That’s alright baby girl,” Joel moans. Gripping the sheets beneath your body like his life depended on it. Nodding his head ever so slightly as he feels you tighten once more with your impending climax. “Come for me darlin’.”

And you do as you are told.

He buries himself once more inside of you and that’s all you need. Your back arches clear off the bed as you cum. Your orgasm finally rips through you like a wildfire. His name spills from your lips again and again as you come undone. If anything, you knew your fingernails were going to leave a lovely little impression on his back tomorrow.

You can feel every inch of your body tremble. Feel the sting and pull of his cock with every spasm of your lower half. You toss your head back as overstimulation sets in when he doesn’t stop fucking you through your orgasm.

His hips just keep rolling until he’s vocalizing his own orgasm through a series of growl-like moans. Fucks your soaking wet pussy until the last second when he’s finally pulling out. His hand lets go of your thigh to wrap around his own cock. Where he fucks his fist to finish out his own orgasm. His cum smears across your lower stomach, shooting out across your hip.

Your body falls limp back against his bed, arms lying lazily above your head. Your mind slips in and out of consciousness. No surprise since the mix of your satisfying orgasm and the alcohol running through your blood would eventually have you passing out.

But how could you fall asleep when Joel is returning to hang over you. Lips pressing into your shoulder. Joel whispers something about getting cleaned up but you can’t really hear over the buzzing in your ears as you come down from you high. Can only feel him continue to kiss your sweaty, flushed skin.

That night you had hoped to get the chance to get to know Joel just a little more. Now your only hope was that you’d remember all of this, tomorrow morning.

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dirtytransmasc · 10 months ago

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atwow hot take:

if jake had said his "son for a son" shit out loud and spider had heard him, he would have been so beyond pissed, he would be seeing red.

spider loved his little siblings so much, neteyam included, even after they grew apart. he loved them like they were his own blood and protected them like they were too (we see a lot more of them together in the comics, where spider is the big brother without a doubt). neteyam's death most certainly rocked him hard, even if he hasn't really been able to show it (how could he? he's already going through all the shit with his dad and the RDA and their nonsense, he can't grieve around neytiri, he's just so tired after it all. he doesn't have the room or the energy to grieve yet)

so if jake had the audacity to say that to/around spider not even a few hours after he watched his little brother get shot after coming to save him, after he stared at the bullet hole in his back, after he watched him take his last breaths, after he watched the light leave his eyes, after he watched his little brother die for him; if he said that while his little brother's body lay in a pool of his own blood not even ten feet away, not even cold yet, blood still clinging to his chest, the scent of it still filling the air: he would have lost his shit.

because the disrespect for his brother is wild.

jake was an active player in spider's neglect and abuse for the last 16 years, he let it happen, he helped it happen. he tried to send spider with the humans, tried to take him away from his siblings, from the forests, from eywa to live with his foster family that didn't love him (not to mention Nash was an asswipe of epic proportions) and the RDA of all people. he had referred to spider as a stray animal since he was little. he was the reason spiders life was hell.

and after all that, years and years of putting him in shit positions and allowing him to suffer the fate of being forever unloved and uncared for (by an adult authority figure, cause I love the kids, but they don't make up for the gap left by a parent), this is what it took for jake to care about him? his little brother had to die in front of him first? he had to be traded out to fill the space of a corpse, to fill in the gap left by his little brother's death?

in canon, spider was in deep in shock with nothing to break him from it, he wasn't in the place to really think about any of it, and I'm sure we're gonna see this anger in the coming movies, but if jake had said it out loud, that would have been enough to snap spider right out of it, and he would have given jake a piece of his mind, I just know it.

#he loves neteyam too much to let jake do that. to say that. he'd never allow it.#spider is such a good big brother. he loves his siblings too much.#if jake had said that to his face there would have been hell to pay. regardless of how out of it spider was with shock/grief/pure exhaustio #spider doesn't even care about the disrespect being done to him by that statement. he just cares about neteyam.#cause how could a father say that? how could he just move on. fill the gap with a “stray” as he puts it. take him in after all he'd done to #him? it wasn't fair #it wasn't fair to him and it most certainly wasn't fair to neteyam #I love spider. he deserves a family that loves him and wants him. he wants it. but this is not what either of us asked for.#that line has always rubbed me wrong. and it would have rubbed spi wrong too. I just know it.#I really hope we see spider express his rightful anger/disgust to this whole thing next movie #though I worry he will be too busy feeling guilty over everything and feeling like he just has to be grateful. but one can hope.#he deserves to be angry #and his dynamic with neteyam deserves to be explored. cause its a crime that it was ignored in the movie.#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #miles socorro #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #jake sully #I wanna punch that man so hard istg. I can't with him. I won't say I hate him. but lord have mercy I can't with him.#my baby boys deserved better #spider was neteyam's big brother. that's my agenda #we need to talk about them more

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