#tlou fanficion

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Heaven is a place on earth

Summary: With Joel being out on Patrol you decided to take a long relaxing bath in the bathtub Joel had installed for you. Once Joel came back home, he wanted to join the fun, not even taking off his clothes before getting to you in the tub.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.4k

Rating: E

Warnings: established relationship, smut (unprotected bath tub sex), teasing, fluff, dumb humour, the Queen Celine Dion (not in person, just in music)

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You were alone in the house. 

Something you still had to get used to. 

Joel was out on patrol and Ellie had officially moved out (she had turned nineteen earlier this year) and in with her girlfriend. Joel might have teared up once she really had picked all her stuff up and moved it. Yes, it was just across the street but still. 

You made sure to show him all the benefits of not having a teenager living under the same roof and while he still missed her, he loved to have his way with you wherever he wanted. 

Coming to Jackson was pure luck for you. 

You had arrived in town just before Joel and Ellie. And by arrived you meant Tommy had found you unconscious and starving close to death while he was out on patrol. It had taken a month until you had been released from the clinic in Jackson. 

It was almost scary how normal life in Jackson was. Sometimes it still overwhelmed you when you took a hot shower and then went into your warm bed. 

Life got even better when you and Joel got together. Which… did take almost a year with both of you being too damn stubborn to admit and commit to your feelings but since then? 

He was the best thing that had happened to you and you could not wait to spend the rest of your life with him.  

Tonight you treated yourself to a hot bath. The bathtub had been a gift to you for your last birthday from Joel. It was a freestanding vintage bathtub with iron claws that made you feel like a princess every time you had the time to take a bath. 

You had mentioned to him how your favorite thing to do pre outbreak was taking a long hot bath in the tiny tub you had in your apartment back then. You would light candles and turn on music and just relax.

You still did not know where he found it but you were forever grateful. 

Carrying the tub up in the bathroom had apparently taken the strength of six men. Not that you would know. You were out on a run to get some ingredients from a trader Jackson had made connections with for two days together with Ellie while it had been installed in the home you shared with Joel. 

You had found out that both you and Joel fit into the tub when you thanked him thoroughly for his gift when you were back. 

Smiling, you took off your clothes in your bedroom, putting on the pink robe that Joel told you had come with the house when he moved in. 

For the first time you had made bath bombs today and intended to test them. 

Two years ago you had been allowed to open a tiny drugstore section in the general trade store of Jackson where you offered your handmade creams and soaps and everything else you could manage to make. 

Before the outbreak it had been a hobby to make your own and gift it to family and friends. Now it was a little luxury you brought back to Jackson. 

Your whole garden was filled with herbs and fruit and every flower that smelled good you could use to make your products. You even sold some to your neighbor who used lavender and rosemary to make scented candles with his own harvested beeswax. 

You lit one of these candles when you got to the bathroom. 

After the bathtub had been installed you had spent a month renovating the bathroom with the help of Joel and Ellie. The walls were now painted in a light blue, the floors tiled with dark gray tiles Joel had found in the basement of the house. 

You turned the water on, your fingers checking the temperature until it was just right before you went downstairs. Opening one of the cabinets in the kitchen you took out the single wine glass you owned and then poured some of the first edition of Jackson’s red wine that had successfully been made. You inhaled the rich scent with a small smile before you grabbed the glass and the little basket with the bath bombs you had made and walked back up. 

The tub was halfway full when you were back upstairs. You set your wine glass down on the chair next to the tub and you grabbed one of the bathbombs, the lavender one and put it in the tub, watching as it slowly dissolved, the calming scent of lavender filling your nose. 

Humming with a small smile and satisfied that it worked, you turned around to take your bathrobe off. You put it on the sink before you walked towards the shelf next to the window across the tub to turn on the radio. It was solar powered and had a cassette deck. You pressed play and the cassette inside played Celine Dion. The tape had been stuck in there ever since you got here and by now it was a running joke. 

It made you wonder if Celine had survived the outbreak and if so, what she was doing.

More than once you caught Joel singing along to “Because you loved me”, the song the radio played now, while getting ready in the morning and you failed every single time to not tease him about it, mostly because he would deny doing it in the first place.

You shut the water off, dipping your toes into the tub to check the temperature. Nodding to yourself you carefully got into the tub and slowly sat down, releasing a content moan as the warm water enveloped your body. 

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes as you leaned your head on the edge of the tub. 

This was as close as you could get to heaven if there was one. 

Humming along to the song you reached for your wine glass, taking a long sip. 

You could almost pretend the outbreak never happened in times like these. You had spent many evenings like this before the outbreak. You had just turned 28 when it happened. Sometimes you still asked yourself how you made it this far, having spent years in absolute fear of what was happening around you. 

You hadn’t even watched horror movies before the outbreak, too scared to go to sleep after. 

So yeah, the first time you saw someone infected you fainted (and you were not too proud to admit that), the only reason you survived had been your father. 

You were halfway through the wine glass, Celine singing about the Power of love when you heard the door downstairs open. You heard heavy footsteps and a long groan before Joel called for you. 

“In the tub!” you called back, setting your wine glass down. 

It took a minute until he appeared in the door to the bathroom, having taken his shoes off and his flannel unbuttoned, the former white shirt he was wearing now almost gray from the dust and dirt from being outside all day. 

A smirk came to his face. 

“Enjoyin’ yourself, darlin’?” he asked. You nodded with a dreamy smile, tilting your head to look up at him. 

“Patrol okay?” you asked. He nodded. 

“Found you some eucalyptus. Brought back a tiny plant that was growing next to the tree. We can plant it tomorrow,” he walked over to you, bending down to kiss you softly. You smiled against his lips. 

“You did? Where?"

He grabbed the wine glass, taking a sip. 

“New route on the west border. Might explore the town over some more now that it’s free of infected,” he said, setting the glass back down. Groaning he got down on his knees, his arms on the edge of the tub, leaning close to you.

“You smell good,” he hummed. 

“Made some bathbombs today for the first time. Had to test them,” you said all serious and he chuckled. 

“Should have come home earlier, could have tested them together,” he kissed your nose. 

“You look tired,” you said, reaching your hand over, your fingers brushing over his hair and he closed his eyes, nodding.

“Was ready to fall to bed immediately before I got here. But then I saw you…”

“That filthy?” you asked, seemingly shocked. He chuckled. 

“I remember you liking me all filthy,” he wiggled his eyebrows. 

“I do love you all filthy,” you winked and he nodded. 

“I do love you squeaky clean too, though,” you said and he tilted his head, considering your words. The song in the background changed again while he pulled himself up from the floor with a long groan.

You raised your left eyebrow, watching him, as he pulled his shirt off. 

“What are you doing?” you asked. 

He did not say anything, taking his socks off with the patience of a saint before he looked at you with a glint in his eye. You cried his name, laughing loudly when he put his feet into the tub, still wearing his jeans and shirt, before he knelt down.

“You gonna flood the bathroom,” you giggled, making room for him.

“Don’t care,” he mumbled, clothes now drenched, his hands on the edge of the tub as he let himself sink down on top of you, finding your lips in a sloppy kiss. 

You laughed against his lips, opening your arms to push your hands into his hair. He parted from you, pulling his shirt off, throwing it on the floor, revealing inch after inch of his gloriously tanned skin (thanks to working shirtless in the garden with you).

He looked at you with dark eyes as he worked his pants open. 

“Fucking hell,” he cursed with a laugh, trying to push the denim down his legs. You giggled, sitting yourself up to help him.

“You take your socks and shirt off and not your pants?”

“Wasn’t thinking clearly,” he chuckled.

“Clearly,” you teased.

It was a struggle but you both got it off of him, letting it flop down on the flooded bathroom floor. You parted your legs as he let himself slowly fall against your chest again, hooking your legs around his back as he kissed you again. 

“Want you,” he mumbled and you sighed, parting your lips in a silent cry as he kissed himself down your neck. 

“Sit back,” you moaned, following him to sit in his lap as he sat down, your arms wrapping around his back as you kissed him again. One of his hands was on your back, pushing your upper body against his, the other on your ass, groping and kneading your skin. Slowly you rolled your hips, his cock already hard beneath you while you made out with him. 

“Wanna fuck you, Joel,” you mumbled against his lips. He kissed down your jaw.

“You ready for me?” he asked, sucking on the soft skin beneath your ear, making you tremble. 

“Always ready for you,” you whispered. You reached into the water between your bodies, wrapping your hand around his cock, pumping him slowly. He moaned against your ear. 

“Won’t last long,” he warned as you moved your hips to line him up against you. 

“That’s okay. Just wanna make you feel good,” you said and he looked at you while you slowly let yourself sink down on him. Taking every inch of his cock. 

There was a little pain as you got used to him inside of you. Usually Joel would take his time with you to prepare you for him, going down on you and making you cum at least once before he gave you his cock. 

But you wanted him. Wanted to be close to him, to have him inside of you. You’d take being a little sore after, to have this moment with him now. 

“Always feel so fucking perfect,” he kissed you softly. “Made for me,” he hummed. 

You just let yourself sit on him for a couple minutes, enjoying the closeness while Joel showered your skin with kisses. 

Slowly you began to move your hips. 

You both moaned as you pushed yourself up, your hands coming to rest on the edge of the tub as you arched your back. Joel used this chance to bring his hands up to your tits, squeezing them in his big hands. 

You rode him slowly, the water moving beside you and splashing outside the tub but you couldn’t care less. 

“Fuck,” he moaned and one of his hands ran down your torso until his fingers were on your clit, rubbing quick circles. 

“Think you can cum like this?” he asked. 

You hummed, not really knowing if you could as you closed your eyes, riding him harder. This was about him, you didn’t care if you came. He began to thrust up into you and you moaned.

“Keep doing that,” you moaned.

“Gonna cum, fuck,” he groaned, continuing to rub your clit.

You felt him pulse inside of you as he came.

He kept thrusting up into you, his lips closing around one of your nipples and then he sucked. 

“Fuck,” you cried out, surprised as your orgasm washed over you. 

His lips released your nipple and his arms came around you, pulling you close against him, his face nuzzled against your neck, his lips against your skin. 

“Not gonna clean the floors,” you mumbled tiredly and he laughed. 

“I will, don’t you worry, honey.”

You were resting against his chest, his arms around you. The glass of wine was almost empty and you couldn’t remember the last time you were this relaxed and happy. 

The water was getting cold and you’d soon have to leave this little piece of heaven.

That’s when you noticed “My heart will go on” playing on your radio and you began to chuckle.

“What’s going on?” Joel mumbled against your ear. 

“Just find it funny that the Titanic song comes after you sank your little ships into the ocean,” you said. 

He did not react. 

“You know when you came inside of me?”

He still didn’t say anything. 

“I’m the ocean and your cum are the little….”

“Please stop talking,” he interrupted you, groaning, his chest shaking beneath you as he chuckled. 

“You love it,” you grinned, turning your head back so you could look at him. 

“I do,” he said, a soft smile on his lips before he kissed you. 

[familyvideostevie]

hi hello i hope u are doing fantastic <3 54 + 77 with ngaw!!

HI KAIT! love u

54. what's your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

honestly i think getting into the mind of whoever i'm writing. with x reader fanfic i'm obviously in reader's mind but there is a lot of thought that goes into how whoever the other character is reacts and thinks and feels. with other fanficion i really agonize over that part but it's my favorite -- like, if i'm writing one of my tlou fanfics and i'm in ellie's pov i spend a lot of time getting her voice right and using context clues if not actual context from the canon material to see how she'd react and think and feel. it's like a delicious puzzle and it really makes me feel great when i think i've pulled it off!

77. do you fave a favorite scene/chapter you've written from [no good at waiting]?

omg. okay hm. i think one of my favorite scenes is when steve and bee girl meet at the lake to talk about why she left him? i really struggled to make that scene feel right, you know, like to make sure steve didn't just forgive her and also to make sure her apology made sense but also wasn't an excuse. i'm really proud of that scene!!

get to know your fic writer!!

[ghostingssdeadlinee]

Hey I’m Nem :3

I’m new to tumblr and I have no idea what I’m doing :D

But I’m planing to post head canons / one shots / fanficions of characters or whatever :3!!

About me:

I have ADHD and I’m dyslexic!!

I like drawing sometimes!! I often dont show it of but hey! Maybe!!

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I’ve been writing sense like forever but this is the first time I’m posting it !! :D

Some fandoms I’d write for:

Supernatural

Doctor who

Criminal minds

Twd

Tlou

Good omens (platonic and/or ineffable husbands)

(Mainly supernatural and doctor who because their my hyperfixsation rn <3)

(( but don’t be afraid to ask for other fandoms !!))

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SFW

Platonic

NSFT :3

Yandere typa stuff I guess !

Focused on x reader stuff but wouldn’t back away from ships &lt;3

Multi people x reader

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Honestly depends, send a ask with whatever and I just won’t answer it if I don’t want to write it ^^!!

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

I bet you say that to all the girls

Summary: Every Friday at 1pm on the dot Joel Miller pays you for 20 minutes to take you apart in the best way before he leaves again. But what if he wanted more?

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. (Sexworker) Reader

Wordcount: 1.8k

Rating: E

Warnings: Pre-Outbreak, Sex Work, oblivious idiots, smut (fem. receiving, protected sex), usual attempt at humour, little fluff

A/N: This was not meant to be so fluffy in the end but here we are. Also we are going to pretend that sex work is legal for this fic because the internet say it is indeed not legal atm

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“He’s here,” you looked up at your door opening, seeing Sam wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes with a scoff. Everyone around here knew that every Friday at 1pm on the dot your first client of the day walked in. 

You didn’t know much about Joel Miller, but you knew he was your favorite part of the week. 

Every Friday for twenty very satisfying minutes you pretended to be someone else, someone who didn’t have to sell her body to pay her bills. And Joel made it easy. There was something about him, how he looked at you, that made you feel like you were the most important person on the planet. 

He broke you apart and put you together afterwards and he wasn’t shy about it. Everyone around your rented room heard how he made you feel

Of course there had been offers from other girls (and even boys) throughout the two years he had been coming to see you, but he only ever wanted you. 

It made you feel more special than it should be, he was paying you for sex after all. Something you still found confusing (not that you were complaining), but men had different reasons to pay a prostitute. Your guess for him was that he was scared of commitment, maybe someone had broken his heart and he did not want to let anyone new in. 

You guessed that just his looks had women around him swooning. If they only knew what he was hiding behind those dark eyes and broad shoulders.

“Tell him to come up,” you said, seeing Sam nod before the door closed again. You walked over to the floor length mirror, looking at yourself. The black see through robe you were wearing left little to the imagination. You didn’t bother with a bra, only wearing a small thong beneath. He once told you your tits were his favorite part about you and if you looked very closely, you could still make out the now faint yellow bruise he left there last week. 

He apologized profusely, knowing about the rule to not leave marks, even offering to pay more. You declined, wearing his mark on your body secretly with pride.

You knew you were fucked when it came to Joel Miller, but you couldn’t care less. A girl deserved to have someone to daydream about every once in a while. 

Joel did not bother with what you were wearing. He only had those twenty minutes, like every Friday, and he used them to their full extent. 

He never ever left you unsatisfied, not like the majority of your other customers. 

A knock on the door and you turned towards it just when it opened and he walked in, all broad shoulders and southern charm. He closed the door behind him, his eyes finding yours. 

“Clothes off, get on the bed and spread those legs for me, sweetheart,” he hummed, his hands already working on his belt. 

You smiled.

“Yes, Sir.”

The satin sheets were cold as you laid on them, your legs spread, your pussy on full display for the man staring down at you. He had pulled off his shirt, the zipper of his pants opened. He sighed, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Hands above your head,” he said, pushing his pants down, revealing his already hard cock. You pouted, but obediently put your hands over your head, your eyes not leaving his frame as he got on his knees on the bed between your legs. 

“Been thinking about this pussy since last week,” he murmured, both of his hands running up your inner thigh. He pushed your legs even further apart as he lowered himself between your legs. 

“Will you let me taste you?” he asked, his brown eyes looking up at you. You only nodded, still surprised that he wanted to eat you out regularly. 

You frankly were dumbolded the first time he asked, first because none of your customers wanted to, and second because he asked every single time. 

Most customers think because they pay you, they are allowed to do whatever they want to you. Which to a point is true, but not Joel Miller. He asked for permission every single time. 

He kissed himself up your thigh, until he lingered with his mouth just above where you were soaked for him. He inhaled deeply, his eyes closing for a moment, before he let his tongue lick through your folds. His dark eyes looked up at you as he tasted you. One of his arms was wrapped around your upper thigh to keep you still. He used the fingers of his other hand to spread your lips apart. 

“So fucking pretty,” he moaned before he pushed one finger in. You sighed, fighting the urge to close your eyes. He kissed your clit before his lips parted and he sucked it softly into his mouth, his tongue moving over it. 

“Joel please…” you moaned. You wanted to touch him, to run your fingers through his hair, to pull him closer. 

“Want you to cum before I fill this pussy with my cock,” he hummed. 

You moaned. 

“What do you need?” he asked. 

“Two more fingers. And… And… Fuck and keep sucking on my clit…” you moaned. 

“Two more?” he asked, one eyebrow raised, three of his fingers pushing into you the next moment. You cried out. 

“So I can take your big cock,” you winked with a small smile. 

He snorted, playfully biting into your thigh, before he moved his fingers. He knew exactly what to do to make you see stars. And you could already feel a familiar tingle in your lower body, your orgasm slowly building. 

“Bet you say that to all the guys,” he said.

You shook your head.

“You’re the biggest I ever had,” you whimpered and it was the truth.

He spit on your pussy, making you even wetter before his tongue flicked over your clit. 

“Cum for me,” he grunted, before he sucked your clit into his mouth, his fingers still fucking you. Your legs were shaking as your orgasm washed over you, Joel’s name on your lips in a silent cry.

You just laid there in the blissful aftermath of your orgasm, breathing deeply as you felt Joel kiss up your body. His hands reaching for your tits, palming them in his big hands. 

“Best fucking tits on this planet,” he groaned and you smiled. 

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you teased. 

He shook his head, his lips sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. 

“Never really see other girls' tits,” he promised and you closed your eyes. 

“Maybe you should. So you can compare,” you smiled softly. Opening your eyes you found his face above yours.

“Want to get rid of me?” he smirked, moving his hips against yours and you felt his cock slip though your folds. Fuck, the amount of times you have imagined him fucking you bare. You wanted him to cum inside of you, to fill you up so you had something of him when he walked through your door. 

“You want the answer from the girl you paid for sex, or you want an honest answer?” you asked. He just looked at you, his brown eyes focused on yours. You did not know how to read the way he looked at you after what you said. He didn't give you a chance to think more about it, before his lips crashed down on yours, his arms wrapping around your body to pull you closer. 

His weight on top of you was so familiar, it made you feel safer than it should. You had come to terms with the fact that what you felt for the men you were looking at right now was way more than a little crush. 

Joel kissed you, his tongue parting your lips as he slowly turned your bodies, so you were on top of him. 

“Want you to ride me,” he hummed against your lips and you smiled. Pushing yourself up you reached for a package of condoms on the bedside, opening the little foil package and pulling it on his hard cock. 

“Whatever my favorite customer wants,” you said, tiling your head down to watch as you grabbed his cock. You felt his hand on your wrist and you looked at him. 

“You know you’re more than just someone I pay for sex right?” he asked and you breathed out shakily. 

“Joel…”

He pushed himself up, one of his arms wrapping around your back. His other hand tilting your chin up. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered. His hand cupped your cheek, his eyes focused on yours. 

“Coming here is one of the best parts of my week,” he kissed your nose. 

“You don’t mean that,” you shook your head. 

He said your name and you closed your eyes. 

“I suck at this. Feelings and talking about them and all that shit, but I do know that this stopped being just paying someone for sex a long time ago, sweetheart,” he brushed the tears away from your cheeks that you didn’t realize were there in the first place. 

“But… I’m a …. I’m a whore Joel. Men pay me for sex, how…”

“It’s just a job. Probably pays better than most other jobs,” he tried to joke and you laughed in disbelief. 

“You… You’d be okay with that?” you asked. 

He sighed. 

“If there turns out to be something more between us, then I have to be. You’re worth it,” he shrugged and you shook your head, before you let your forehead rest against his. 

“If there ends up being more between us, I would try to find something else. I don’t….,” you took a deep breath, “I never had a reason to search for something else. And I promised myself that if I ever meet someone, I would stop. I… If I would love someone I want to be with just them and nobody else.”

He kissed you then and you lifted your hips, lining his cock up with you and slowly sank down on him. You wrapped your arms behind his neck, his lips not leaving yours until he was deep inside of you. 

“Can I take you on a date?” he asked and you giggled. 

“You ask all the girls you’re inside in that?” you teased and he grinned, shaking his head. 

“Nah. Just you,” he winked, before he pushed you down against the mattress and began to move his hips. 

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Sweaty

week 2 of the Winter Writing Challenge

prompt: "I totally definitely did not just watch you chop wood outside.“ 

Summary: Things.... escalate after Joel caught you watching him chopping some wood outside in the snow.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

Rating: E

Warnings: some domestic fluff, flirting, smut (unprotected sex), f masturbation, cum play, some dirty talk, Joel Miller really being into readers tits, humour I guess?

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Ellie was hovering behind you. 

„Stop it,“ you hummed, your hand steady as you tried yourself on the first decorative frosting of cookies in… twenty years. 

„I’m not doing anything,“ she whined. You could feel her breath on your upper arm. Turning you head to the side you narrowed her eyes at her. 

„I wanna waaaatch. It’s so cool,“ she pouted. 

You sighed. 

„Okay. But you gotta give me some space. I haven’t done this in a long time,“ you said. She grinned, taking a step to the side. 

Ellie had asked you for help.

She wanted to do something nice for Dina and asked you for advice. You ended up offering to teach her to bake some of Dina’s favourite cookies and then help decorating them with whatever you could find in the community kitchen. 

Turned out Ellie was not as creative with cookie decorating.

She got frustrated pretty quickly, leaving you to do most of the decorating, while she cleaned up the kitchen. But now she was finished and while you still hated people watching you when you worked, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the girl standing next to you. 

Things did not start out like that with the two of you. 

You had moved into the house they had apparently occupied when they came here the first time, leaving Ellie calling you House thief for the first months after meeting. 

More than once you had offered to move, the house being way to big just for you alone, but Maria and Joel had insisted you stayed. 

Ellie and Joel had moved into the house across from you instead, leaving you with your official first neighbours. 

They both did not talk much in the beginning, nor did you see much of them. 

Sometimes you saw them leave the house together in the early morning when you were just finishing getting dressed. Sometimes you saw Joel sitting alone outside of his porch, a guitar in his lap, his eyes far away. 

You hadn’t really talked to either of them until a month after they joined the community and Ellie had somehow managed to break you kitchen window as she played outside. 

Joel had made her say sorry before he offered to fix the window up for you. 

And it seemed like Joel found reasons to come and see you after that alone. Without Ellie around, just him and you. 

Your sink leaked? Joel would fix it. 

Creaky floorboards? Fixed within a day. 

Your back was tense, because you had spent all day cleaning out the stables? Joel’s big hands could help. 

Thinking back, him offering to massage you had been smooth as hell, but you were just too thankful and exhausted that day to notice just how much he had been flirting with you. Or maybe you were generally not used to people being very interested in you. 

Hell, to this day you went all shy when he told you all the things he wanted to do with you (or to you).

It had now officially been nine months since you and Joel started dating, and three months since both Joel and Ellie moved into your house. 

You were putting the finishing touches to the cookies, when you heard the door open and close, followed from a long released deep sigh, that brought a smile to your lips. 

„Joel’s home!“ Ellie said just before he walked into the kitchen. You looked over your shoulder, smiling at him. 

„Though patrol?“ You asked. 

„Stupid fucking newcomers want to play hero just to get knocked of their horses,“ he grumbled, walking over to you. He kissed your cheek, smiling at you. 

„Ugh, gross,“ Ellie gagged and you rolled your eyes. 

„That’s gross? Remind me who asked me to help her bake cookies for the girl she’s crushing on again?“ You sing sang and Ellie blushed. 

„Shut up. You’re like ancient…. And I do not have a crush,“ she mumbled, grabbing a cookie to hide her smile before she sprinted out of the kitchen and you heard her footsteps walk up the stairs. 

Joel’s arms wrapped around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. You brought one cookie up, feeding it to him. 

He moaned softly, enjoying the taste. 

„How about you leave some of that frosting for later?“ He asked, licking his lips. You set your frosting tools down, turning in his arms with an eyebrow raised. 

„To do what exactly?“ You pursed your lips.

He leaned in, kissing you softly. 

„Guess you’ll have to wait to find out,“ he winked, pecking your lips again before he took a step back. 

„I’ll get some wood from outside and then I’ll take a shower,“ he said.

„Okay,“ you smiled.

Half an hour later you had put all cookies away, Ellie had grabbed and packed the ones for Dina and left for the birthday sleepover party and Joel was still outside. 

With the intention to look for him outside you made your way towards the front door, grabbing his extra winter jacket to stay warm, and then walked towards the back of the house. 

It was a chilly December day, snow shovelled high everywhere, yet there he was. Joel Miller, stripped off of his flannel and only wearing his grey undershirt, swinging an axe down on a log of wood, splitting it in half with what looked like ease, the wood seemingly melting against the force of the blade. 

You stopped in your tracks, your feet seemingly glued to the snowy ground beneath you, watching the man you loved split some firewood. His hand gripping the handle of the axe, the muscles of his arms flexing every time he split another log of wood. His shirt clinging to his sweaty chest.

You swallowed, your eyes tracing the veins of his arms you loved to brush your fingers on whenever you had the chance to. 

You kept watching him, for what felt like hours (or days) but probably only minutes, fascinated (and turned on) by the sheer strength of his body. 

Fuck, your man was hot. 

Joel set the axe down, his hand brushing his hair back as he groaned, brushing the sweat that had started trickling down his temples away. When he looked up he found you standing there, watching him. 

He tilted his head and you flushed, your teeth catching your upper lip between them, nervous. 

And yeah, still turned on. 

It only took seconds for Joel to access just why you were looking at him like you wanted to jump him, his left eyebrow raising in question, a smirk playing on the corner of his lips. 

Not wanting to embarrass yourself by more ogling you turned around, intending to walk back into the house, when you slipped, crying out in surprise, but before you could fall to the ground, hands wrapped around your upper arms, keeping your upright. 

Both of his arms wrapped around you from behind then, one of his hands on your stomach, keeping you close to his body. His nose in your hair. 

He smelled of leather, nature and sweat. 

„Careful there sweetheart,“ he whispered and you shivered. 

„Can’t just run from me after undressing me with your pretty eyes…“ he kissed your neck. You closed your eyes, tilting your head to give him more space. 

„I.. I wasn’t…“ you began to lie but he hushed you. 

„You weren’t watching me? Getting a little turned on?“

„… No?“ You gasped, feeling his fingers play with the waistband of the sweatpants you had on, having left the jacket unzipped as you left the house. 

„So… your little pussy isn’t dripping for me right now?“

You scoffed. 

„My little pussy is always wet for you, baby,“ you smiled softly, closing your eyes. 

„God damn right she is,“ you felt him grin against your neck. 

He had you stripped down within seconds, making you lay with your legs spread for him on your bed while he got out of his clothes, having you whimpering when he pulled his belt of the loops of his jeans with one fluent movement. 

„Touch yourself baby,“ he said, getting his shirt off. 

You brought one of your hands straight between your legs, playing with your clit. 

„Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,“ he groaned, making quick work of his pants and underwear, shrugging them off. He spit into his hand before he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it slowly as he watched you. 

You moaned. 

„Can see how wet you are. Can smell you. Put two fingers inside,“ he said, his voice raspy and deep. Sinful. 

You obeyed, pushing two of your fingers inside, whimpering softly. 

„Fuck yeah,“ he hummed.

The bed dipped and Joel’s hands were on either of your knees, his gaze fixed on how you were fucking yourself with your fingers. 

„Wanna fuck you hard,“ he groaned and you moaned. 

„Do it,“ you sighed, close to your first orgasm. 

His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your fingers out of your pussy and into his mouth, his tongue cleaning your cum off, humming as if It was a five course meal. 

„Fucking delicious. Best pussy I ever tasted,“ he winked and you chuckled.

„Ready for me sweetheart?“ He asked, kneeling between your legs. He notched his cock against your pussy, using his hand to slip it over your clit, playing with it. 

„I’m so fucking horny for you. Just fuck me,“ you whimpered. 

„Gonna make your tits jiggle for me,“ he winked, before he lined his cock up and filled you in one hard thrust, both of you moaning.

„Oh fuck,“ you cried out. He did not give you much time to get used to the size of his cock, starting to fuck you in quick, hard movements. You stretched your arms above your body against the mattress, pushing your chest out towards him, your tits moving every time he thrusts into you. 

„So god damn wet,“ Joel groaned, pumping into you, moving your whole body with his forceful thrusts. The headboard was hitting the wall and you were thankful Ellie would be out of the house for the whole night.

„Fucking love your tits,“ he rasped and you playfully wiggled your chest, making him groan.

„Not gonna last long today. Touch that clit for me,“ he said and you did. Your hand back between your legs, parting two fingers to feel where he was filling you before you began to circle your clit, the combination of him fucking you and playing with your clit leaving you reaching your orgasm in record time, crying out his name. 

„Fuck,“ he groaned, pumping into you a handful more times before he pulled out, jerking himself off until he released a long groan, coming all over your stomach and tits.

„Mmmmhhh…“ you hummed, your eyes closed as you panted for breath. 

When your eyes opened Joel still had his hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes burning into you. Letting go of his cock he brought both of his hand down on your body, smearing his cum all over your tits and stomach, massaging it in. 

„You really like tits, huh?“ You asked and he smiled, almost shyly 

„Really like your tits,“ he winked, using both of his hands to squeeze them. He groaned as he softly let himself fall down on top of you, his weight a welcome blanket, his head resting between your tits. 

„We gonna be all sticky,“ you mumbled, pulling one of your arms around him, your other hand brushing through his hair. 

„Don’t care. `s comfortable,“ he kissed your tit and you smiled. 

„All of this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t ogled me like fresh meat outside,“ he said and you laughed. 

"I did not ogle!" you said.

"Uh huh. You totally did watch me watch chop firewood outside," Joel said smug.

"I totally definitely did not just watch you chop wood outside,“ you giggled.

"Sure sure," Joel hummed.

You laid there in each others embrace in comfortable silence for a moment.

„So us being sticky is now my fault?“ You asked after a while. 

„Jep,“ he kissed your tit again.

„I guess I can live with that,“ you said and you felt him moving a little on top of you until his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking softly on it, making you sigh.  One of his hand was on your other tit, softly squeezing it.

You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth before a teasing grin came to your lips. 

„Imagine if these were full of milk,“ you teased and felt him still. 

„God fucking damn it, woman.“

[kirsteng42]

Oddly sweet!!!!!!

I bet you say that to all the girls

Summary: Every Friday at 1pm on the dot Joel Miller pays you for 20 minutes to take you apart in the best way before he leaves again. But what if he wanted more?

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. (Sexworker) Reader

Wordcount: 1.8k

Rating: E

Warnings: Pre-Outbreak, Sex Work, oblivious idiots, smut (fem. receiving, protected sex), usual attempt at humour, little fluff

A/N: This was not meant to be so fluffy in the end but here we are. Also we are going to pretend that sex work is legal for this fic because the internet say it is indeed not legal atm

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“He’s here,” you looked up at your door opening, seeing Sam wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes with a scoff. Everyone around here knew that every Friday at 1pm on the dot your first client of the day walked in. 

You didn’t know much about Joel Miller, but you knew he was your favorite part of the week. 

Every Friday for twenty very satisfying minutes you pretended to be someone else, someone who didn’t have to sell her body to pay her bills. And Joel made it easy. There was something about him, how he looked at you, that made you feel like you were the most important person on the planet. 

He broke you apart and put you together afterwards and he wasn’t shy about it. Everyone around your rented room heard how he made you feel

Of course there had been offers from other girls (and even boys) throughout the two years he had been coming to see you, but he only ever wanted you. 

It made you feel more special than it should be, he was paying you for sex after all. Something you still found confusing (not that you were complaining), but men had different reasons to pay a prostitute. Your guess for him was that he was scared of commitment, maybe someone had broken his heart and he did not want to let anyone new in. 

You guessed that just his looks had women around him swooning. If they only knew what he was hiding behind those dark eyes and broad shoulders.

“Tell him to come up,” you said, seeing Sam nod before the door closed again. You walked over to the floor length mirror, looking at yourself. The black see through robe you were wearing left little to the imagination. You didn’t bother with a bra, only wearing a small thong beneath. He once told you your tits were his favorite part about you and if you looked very closely, you could still make out the now faint yellow bruise he left there last week. 

He apologized profusely, knowing about the rule to not leave marks, even offering to pay more. You declined, wearing his mark on your body secretly with pride.

You knew you were fucked when it came to Joel Miller, but you couldn’t care less. A girl deserved to have someone to daydream about every once in a while. 

Joel did not bother with what you were wearing. He only had those twenty minutes, like every Friday, and he used them to their full extent. 

He never ever left you unsatisfied, not like the majority of your other customers. 

A knock on the door and you turned towards it just when it opened and he walked in, all broad shoulders and southern charm. He closed the door behind him, his eyes finding yours. 

“Clothes off, get on the bed and spread those legs for me, sweetheart,” he hummed, his hands already working on his belt. 

You smiled.

“Yes, Sir.”

The satin sheets were cold as you laid on them, your legs spread, your pussy on full display for the man staring down at you. He had pulled off his shirt, the zipper of his pants opened. He sighed, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Hands above your head,” he said, pushing his pants down, revealing his already hard cock. You pouted, but obediently put your hands over your head, your eyes not leaving his frame as he got on his knees on the bed between your legs. 

“Been thinking about this pussy since last week,” he murmured, both of his hands running up your inner thigh. He pushed your legs even further apart as he lowered himself between your legs. 

“Will you let me taste you?” he asked, his brown eyes looking up at you. You only nodded, still surprised that he wanted to eat you out regularly. 

You frankly were dumbolded the first time he asked, first because none of your customers wanted to, and second because he asked every single time. 

Most customers think because they pay you, they are allowed to do whatever they want to you. Which to a point is true, but not Joel Miller. He asked for permission every single time. 

He kissed himself up your thigh, until he lingered with his mouth just above where you were soaked for him. He inhaled deeply, his eyes closing for a moment, before he let his tongue lick through your folds. His dark eyes looked up at you as he tasted you. One of his arms was wrapped around your upper thigh to keep you still. He used the fingers of his other hand to spread your lips apart. 

“So fucking pretty,” he moaned before he pushed one finger in. You sighed, fighting the urge to close your eyes. He kissed your clit before his lips parted and he sucked it softly into his mouth, his tongue moving over it. 

“Joel please…” you moaned. You wanted to touch him, to run your fingers through his hair, to pull him closer. 

“Want you to cum before I fill this pussy with my cock,” he hummed. 

You moaned. 

“What do you need?” he asked. 

“Two more fingers. And… And… Fuck and keep sucking on my clit…” you moaned. 

“Two more?” he asked, one eyebrow raised, three of his fingers pushing into you the next moment. You cried out. 

“So I can take your big cock,” you winked with a small smile. 

He snorted, playfully biting into your thigh, before he moved his fingers. He knew exactly what to do to make you see stars. And you could already feel a familiar tingle in your lower body, your orgasm slowly building. 

“Bet you say that to all the guys,” he said.

You shook your head.

“You’re the biggest I ever had,” you whimpered and it was the truth.

He spit on your pussy, making you even wetter before his tongue flicked over your clit. 

“Cum for me,” he grunted, before he sucked your clit into his mouth, his fingers still fucking you. Your legs were shaking as your orgasm washed over you, Joel’s name on your lips in a silent cry.

You just laid there in the blissful aftermath of your orgasm, breathing deeply as you felt Joel kiss up your body. His hands reaching for your tits, palming them in his big hands. 

“Best fucking tits on this planet,” he groaned and you smiled. 

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you teased. 

He shook his head, his lips sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. 

“Never really see other girls' tits,” he promised and you closed your eyes. 

“Maybe you should. So you can compare,” you smiled softly. Opening your eyes you found his face above yours.

“Want to get rid of me?” he smirked, moving his hips against yours and you felt his cock slip though your folds. Fuck, the amount of times you have imagined him fucking you bare. You wanted him to cum inside of you, to fill you up so you had something of him when he walked through your door. 

“You want the answer from the girl you paid for sex, or you want an honest answer?” you asked. He just looked at you, his brown eyes focused on yours. You did not know how to read the way he looked at you after what you said. He didn't give you a chance to think more about it, before his lips crashed down on yours, his arms wrapping around your body to pull you closer. 

His weight on top of you was so familiar, it made you feel safer than it should. You had come to terms with the fact that what you felt for the men you were looking at right now was way more than a little crush. 

Joel kissed you, his tongue parting your lips as he slowly turned your bodies, so you were on top of him. 

“Want you to ride me,” he hummed against your lips and you smiled. Pushing yourself up you reached for a package of condoms on the bedside, opening the little foil package and pulling it on his hard cock. 

“Whatever my favorite customer wants,” you said, tiling your head down to watch as you grabbed his cock. You felt his hand on your wrist and you looked at him. 

“You know you’re more than just someone I pay for sex right?” he asked and you breathed out shakily. 

“Joel…”

He pushed himself up, one of his arms wrapping around your back. His other hand tilting your chin up. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered. His hand cupped your cheek, his eyes focused on yours. 

“Coming here is one of the best parts of my week,” he kissed your nose. 

“You don’t mean that,” you shook your head. 

He said your name and you closed your eyes. 

“I suck at this. Feelings and talking about them and all that shit, but I do know that this stopped being just paying someone for sex a long time ago, sweetheart,” he brushed the tears away from your cheeks that you didn’t realize were there in the first place. 

“But… I’m a …. I’m a whore Joel. Men pay me for sex, how…”

“It’s just a job. Probably pays better than most other jobs,” he tried to joke and you laughed in disbelief. 

“You… You’d be okay with that?” you asked. 

He sighed. 

“If there turns out to be something more between us, then I have to be. You’re worth it,” he shrugged and you shook your head, before you let your forehead rest against his. 

“If there ends up being more between us, I would try to find something else. I don’t….,” you took a deep breath, “I never had a reason to search for something else. And I promised myself that if I ever meet someone, I would stop. I… If I would love someone I want to be with just them and nobody else.”

He kissed you then and you lifted your hips, lining his cock up with you and slowly sank down on him. You wrapped your arms behind his neck, his lips not leaving yours until he was deep inside of you. 

“Can I take you on a date?” he asked and you giggled. 

“You ask all the girls you’re inside in that?” you teased and he grinned, shaking his head. 

“Nah. Just you,” he winked, before he pushed you down against the mattress and began to move his hips.