#tlou ii

[dilf-docs]

From This Time, Unchained

jackson!joel miller x younger fem!reader

summary: joel doesn't know why, of all the people in jackson, you've chosen him.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), BIG age gap (20s/60s) (does it look like igaf), smut, begging kink, praise kink, oral (f. receiving), breast play, dacryphilia, hurt/comfort, soft!joel, insecure!joel, fluff bc my dying man deserves it💔 #joelmillerapologistclub

word count: 8,554 words

side note: joel miller widow club where u at??? i wish i could write a fix-it fic but my heart is too heavy even after a week lol and my ass too people pleaser-ish to write allat. (i haven't seen last night's ep yet bc this weekend has been ass!!) so, instead, have this piece because peepaw deserves love and a good fuck with his glasses on! (shout out to my joel miller playlist, u saved me girl) (also girl why did i battle with this like for four days lmaoooo not me posting it 9 seconds before midnight)

Joel Miller is a busy man.

All of Jackson seems to need him. Be it his neighbours, with a broken faucet or be the council, for his skills in construction, or even Maria and Tommy, when they wanted some time alone and he got to be the fun uncle for a couple of hours. Even Ellie, who didn't need him, as she liked to remind him, yet he still found himself in her garage, where she moved despite his reluctance, dusting off shelves or the forgotten guitar in a corner, all to feel useful for the one who he cared for the most.

That spot was debatable, thought. There was his brother, his niece, maybe Maria, Ellie, recently Dina and well, you.

You. Sweet you. Town's favorite girl. A complete dream. The girl next door embodied. Looks that aim to kill. It killed him. So damn perfect he can't help but wonder why, of all Jackson, you'd choose brooding old Joel Miller.

The one you'd give your smiles to, because even if you shared it to the world, your reserved your best for him only. His patrol partner, the beauty of the snowed-in landscape barely rivaling your own. Who you'd give your hours, always appearing when he needed you most, eyes open wide with that shine of theirs it was impossible to resist, not to trust. He had been a faithless man for too long, wandering in the dark. Eyes closed. Then came Ellie, and it was gone, coming back the days when Sarah was his babygirl. But it returned when she pushed him away, but you had stepped in, not as a replacement but as an oath. Something to hold on.

To believe.

In anything. In you. In the us, silent but strong. Watchful, like the stars shinning above in the sky, twinkling as the sound of your laugh when you and him would watch them, sitting on his roof. He let this things happen, let his guard down and allowed himself to be childish and soft, even if his joints ached when he got up and he could fall. But you were there, and falling... It didn't sound bad.

(He knew you'd be there to catch him, anyway. Even if you weren't that strong and he wasn't exactly... well, featherweight)

Right now, he's working. Not for Jackson, but or you. Furrowed brow and shoulders slumped over his table at the workshop, concentrated, his glasses perched on his nose. He hates them, another reminder of the time passed by, yet there's no option. At least not if he wants to give you the very best.

Ah, yes. His latest project. A little wood carving. Doesn't have a shape yet, like your relationship. He chuckles to himself, feeling silly. What where labels anymore in this world, anyway? Still, he can't fanthom the nature of it. It sounded more like a perverted old man's fantasy, if he's being honest, the glances thrown his way from townsfolk a little cruel reminder. You're no good, you'd jokingly sing that one song and, despite the judgment, he'd smile. For you, anything.

Like the figurine. Joel finally sees it take shape. And then there's a knock in the door. Sharp. Same as yesterday, and as the year before ever since he's had you like this.

"Come in" he says, not looking up as you enter.

He's too focused, voice sounding gruff for the long hours of silence since he sat down with an idea in mind; pounding heart, trembling hands.

"Hey, Joel"

He takes his glasses off, placing them on the table, before standing up to greet you. He crosses the short distance and wraps his arms around you in a tender hug, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He smells like wood and sweat. His musk lingers, so does his tight embrace. As if you'd dissappear if he didn't.

"Missed ya', sweet girl" he mumbles, voice muffled.

You giggle a bit. "I was gone for an hour. Are you getting clingy on me, Miller?"

You loved to tease him. Bad habit of yours. He lets out a low chuckle that rumbles on his chest and against your skin. He pulls back from the hug, yet his arms now drop to your waist, because he's addicted to keeping you close.

"Too damn long" he protests, carrying his southern accent within.

"I love when that Texan drawl slips in" you sigh, poking his cheek. He leans into your touch, like a touch-starved puppy. You then look at him, pouting your lips with a small frown. "Hey, and your glasses?"

"Huh?" he looks at the pair, sitting on the table. Forgotten. "Over'ere. For?"

You shrug. Joel shoots you a suspicious look. "Darlin', why you so interested in my glasses?"

You avert his gaze. The floor is more interesting now.

"Honey... Look at me. S'okay if you don't wanna-"

"I like how you look when you wear them" you finally blurt out, too fast and too quiet.

He's taken back by that. Eyes wide, probably written all over his face. Yet you refuse to look at him. He tips your chin up, so you can meet his gaze. It's soft, making your legs wobbly.

"Is that so?" he asks, teasingly. He still can't believe you actually like them. "You like when old men wear them glasses, baby?"

"Hhm, yeah" you hum. "More if it's you"

His heart skips a beat at your response. Fuck. He's gone soft, too soft. He feels his face heat up, chuckling in an attempt to cover it. Then, runs a hand through his hair, letting it rest on the base of his neck, a tell-tale sign he's feeling awkward. Flustered, even.

"You gon' give me a heart attack, honey. 'M too old for ya' to say things like that"

"Aw, old man can't take a compliment?" you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck. Then, you stand up on your tiptoes to whisper on his ear. "You're cute when you blush"

Joel's sure his face has gone redder, breath hitching as well. Still, he manages to put his arms around your waist, holding you close.

"You're real bad" he grumbles, though there's no bite on his tone. He hides his face again in the crook of your neck. "And I'm not blushing"

You giggle, patting his head lightly as your fingers trace his now long hair. If it didn't drive you wild...

"Then stop hiding"

Joel relaxes under your touch. "You're trouble. I'm serious 'bout the heart attack"

"No" you exaggerate, rocking him slightly. "Don't die"

He looks up at you, smirking as he groans with fake annoyance.

"If you keep that up, I might do"

"Then who will I bore with my failed recipes and gossip?"

"Thankfully, not me"

You groan. "Oh, shut up you old man"

You're always calling him that. Not that he minds, he knows you're not doing it with malice, but sometimes it annoys him. For example, today.

"Well, you chose 'tis old man so don't go complainin', honey"

You huff. "Unfortunately, I love this old man with his old-man ways. Like your woodcarving"

After saying so, you take a small peek over his figure, still drapped over your chest and neck, to the table behind. "Speaking of, can I see what you're doing?"

He looks back, where he's left the figurine unnattended after your arrival. Lets go of you, taking a step back so you get a better look.

"Sure, darlin'. Go'head"

Joel thinks he's good at hiding the nervousness in his voice as you approach the table. He crosses and uncrosses his arms, anxiously.

"Your glasses" almost in a reflex, passing them to him before seeing what's on the table. "Can you wear them, Joel? Pretty please"

He takes the glasses from your hands, fingers brushing. It may be that or your request that make his heart jump. You can see some hesitation on him before he puts them on. Looking down at you, smirking, Joel smiles.

"There ya' go, sweet girl. Happy now?" he asks, a hint of huskiness in his voice.

"So much better" you tap them lightly, "and so is your vision"

Joel let's out a small chuckle, grinning like a fool. Honestly, he loves the attention.

(He's never going to admit it out loud, though)

"You do know how'da flatter an old man, huh"

You smirk, moving to the table again. "Oh, I love flattering him. Now, show me what you're working on"

There's a block of wood on the center. Cut sharp. Perfectly. He's been obssesive with it, maybe. There's a sketch, and the figurine only has been carved at the bottom, where a tail begins to take shape.

"I know am not an artist, but I tried"

You remain silent, making him a little nervous.

"S'a deer" he explains, gruffly, looking into your eyes for a reaction.

"A deer? Like, Bambi?" you ask in awe, softly tracing the wood. Your words get stuck, like honey. Sweet but sticky. "Joel..."

His heart swells a bit at your tone, expression soft as he recognizes admiration in your tone.

"Yeah, like damn Bambi" he murmurs, hands itchy. First, he shoves them on his pockets, just to take them out and place them on his hips instead, his jacket now open, the silhoutte of his tummy under his shirt showing, the flannel stretched on the middle. He watches you closel as you face him again.

"Is it- Is it for me?" you ask in that voice that, goddamn it, makes Joel want to give you the whole world if he could.

He slowly nods, a sheepish expression on his face.

"Yeah" he admits, voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "S' for ya"

Then looks away, feeling vulnerable for some reason. But your lips quiver, and before he can register, you throw yourself at him, hands around his neck, body practically swinging. He stumbles a bit, yet manages to catch you alright.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" you gush, peppering his cheek with kisses. "I know it's not even done but, wow. Thank you, Joel!" an adorable squeal leaves your mouth, and as soon as that is out, your lips find his to leave a sweet kiss on his mouth. When you calm down, your voice goes soft. "It's... No one had ever done something like this for me"

He's clearly taken by surprise by your affection outburst, his heart swelling at your reaction and giddyness. He's also a bit overwhelmed, kissed cheeks now a pretty flushed pink. There's something so warm and fond on his eyes as he looks down on you, cupping your cheek after your final kiss.

"S'nothin', sweet girl. You're welcome"

"You're so special, Joel. Did you know that?" you whisper, leaning into his touch while closing your eyes.

Good. He's probably a mess right now, his heart clenching on his chest, a mix of emotions washing over him. God, he hates getting compliments, but yours always stirred things he long ago thought dead.

"Special, huh?" he grumbles while sporting a half-smile. "I reckon that's you"

You smirk. "We can both be special, then. There's always room for two"

He runs his thumb over your cheek, chuckling a bit. "Deal. But you're a bit more"

"Oh, you want to compete?" you tease.

He smirks at the challenge, pulling you closer with a tight arm around your waist.

"Damn right I do. Y'know I like winnin'. 'Sides, 'm more than willin' to play if it means ya' get competitive 's well. You're cute when you challenge me, baby"

You feign hurt. "I'm always cute, how dare you"

"Oh, forgive me" he chuckles. "At this age I tend to forget"

"Don't worry. I'll beat your ass so bad, you won't forget it"

He archs an eyebrow, amused. "Now you abuse the elder? Bad girl"

Your face flushes and core pulses.

"I can be a bit of a brat if I want to" you tease, fingers roaming over his warm chest. "Will you punish me for that?"

Joel's eyes darken on an instant. There's a shadow of desire coating his brown when a low rumble escapes his throat. The air feels charged with a new found tension suddenly.

"Careful, sweet girl. You ain't know what you playin'"

He closes the gap between you, his body pressing against yours. His hands move from your waist to grip your hips, holding you against him.

"You're quite mouthy tonight, aren't 'cha?" he growls, his voice carrying a rough edge.

"Just to get what I want. Besides, your little project tug at my hearstrings" you quip. "And something else"

"Oh, yeah? You gon' tell me what's that?"

You smirk. "What do you think it is?"

He hums. "I'd rather hear you say it"

"That's not fair" you pout your lips.

He chuckles, "Nothin' ever is fair, I reckon. But you're a troublesome little thing, ain't ya'?"

You send him a little flirtatious wink.

"I am looking for some trouble tonight"

He's not amused by your words. You're a greedy insatiable little thing sometimes. So far, Joel's been able to deflect all of your attempts. The farthest you'd ever made it was when you straddled his lap on the old couch of his workshop, and even then, he limited his reactions to grunts and seeing you come. God. It had been tortuous waiting for you to go so he could piston his aching cock to the memory of your little sounds.

"Ain't that interesting?"

"Oh, but it is" you're quick to counter, "and I take you and your little friend are into it"

His breath hitches, eyes and cheeks burning alike with intensity. The heat travels down his spine, straight to his throbbing dick, the reason he's been caught red-handed.

"You surely are looking for trouble" his voice reduced to a rough gasp.

Joel's struggling to maintain the control he so prided himself in, you not making it any easier with your teasing. "Y'a temptress, doll. Know that?"

"Is my magic working?" you ask, batting your eyelashes.

He's resolve is quickly crumbling, self-control tossed to the bin in the corner. Joel loves as much as he hates your big innocent yet teasing eyes. No wonder he was carving you out a deer.

"Damnit, sweet girl. Y'know it's. You gettin' me all worked up in'ere"

"Take me upstairs, then. I'm sure we can find a solution"

He can feel the heat radiating off of you, eyes darkening at the invitation.

"Doll, you're playing with fire here" he warns, despite the obvious effect your words are having on him.

"It's fine. I don't mind the burn"

He knows he's done, Joel's growl an indicator of his control snapping completely.

"Damn it" he mutters before his lips crash against yours. It's heated. Desperate. His hands grip your hips, holding you tighlty against him while he devours your mouth like a starved man, as if you didn't kiss just this morning, before going on your patrol.

You moan into the kiss, Joel swallowing your sounds as if they were his own. Fuck. His mind goes fuzzy when you grab his face with both of your hands, deepening the kiss. He thinks he's backed you against a wall, by the small Thud sound. He's lost: on the way your lips move, on the way they taste, in the sounds they make.

You pull out first. Joel thinks you belong in a museum: with your lips, swollen and parted. It's too your dilatated eyes and chest, rising and falling. He can't resist and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his calloused fingers tenderly brushing your soft skin.

"Aren't you the prettiest man in Jackson?" you blurt out, adoring.

He's not used to being praised like this. Not even by you, even after months of doing so. Always feels like the first time. And then, he feels stupid: for blushing too much, heart skipping too many beats, chest clenching too hard. Like a damn highschooler. Joel's as embarrassed as content that you make him feel all sort of ways.

"Easy, sugar" he mutters, voice gruff. "You gon' give 'tis old man an ego"

"No need to blame me when you can look at yourself in the mirror" you're quick to reply. "I believe that's enough reason to give you some ego"

He's smirking at your response. Yeah, he definitely loves when you stroke his ego. Especially as of late, where he feels... rather, old.

"Oh. Oh" you begin to tease through giggles, playfully hitting his chest. He huffs, catching where this is going. "Do you like it when I call you pretty?"

Joel's cheeks flush a little at your question, his stoic nature faltering a bit at your teasing.

"Maybe" he mumbles, eyes avoiding yours. "But don't let it get to your head, doll"

"Too late" you murmur, wrapping once more your hands on his neck. "You're pretty, Joel. Especially when you flush"

Pretty isn't exactly a word he'd used to describe himself. But when you call him pretty, out of that sweet mouth of yours, his name along as well? You can call him however the fuck you want.

He can feel his body reek out vulnerability, and he hates himself a bit for getting weaker. He tried, really did, but his walls had been down for a while. His defenses had crumbled. He was pathetic, lonely, and sad. Yet here you were, looking at him with your big adoring eyes like he was the only thing that mattered. Joel lets your words sink for a moment, letting out a small sigh, not being able to deny it feels good. Maybe it does matter.

"You're too damn sweet, sugar. Y'know that?" he mutters, finger tracing lightly your hip.

You smile, sickenly saccharine. "I'm aware. Trust me, I have a cute grumpy boyfriend to remind me so"

His expression softens even more at your easy loving. He's so fucking putty in your hands, Tommy would laugh in his face.

"Y'got me wrapped 'round your damn finger, sweet girl" Joel whispers in his usual gruff voice, but it's laced with affection.

You raise a finger, moving it in front of his face like one would with a bone and a dog.

"You mean this?"

Joel watches your finger with amused eyes, a small smirk tugging at his lips. It scares and excites him how easy it's to fall under your spell. With soft movements, he reaches and captures your hand, bringing it to his mouth. He then presses a gentle kiss to your finger, eyes never leaving yours.

"Yeah, doll. This one" his voice is husky, "All of 'em. Y' got me good"

You gulp under the intensity of his gaze. "Don't do that..."

He smirks at your reaction, finally feeling like he has some leverage. He raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes as he holds you even closer, your chest pressing against his. You even feel the soft curve of his stomach over your own.

"Don't do what?" he asks, playing coy. "We're not backin' down now, are we, sugar?"

At your lack of answer, cheeks bright, he huffs, hand moving to gently cup your chin. Joel's brown eyes lock with yours when he speaks again.

"So, what now? Or did y' just come by to check up on your ol' man?"

"No. That's not what I want"

His smirk grows as the dark shade on his eyes. He's not dumb, of course he knows what you want. Just wants to hear you say it.

"What'da ya' want, then?"

You pout your lips, whining.

"Joel... Just give me what I want"

He leans in a bit closer, voice gruff and filled with desire. His thumb strokes your chin softly.

"Depends" he grumbles. "You gon' ask nicely?"

"On my very best behavior" you raise your hand, "I swear it"

He smirks, letting go of your face. "Good girl"

You stand on your tiptoes, leaning against his ear. His heart skips a beat, a small shiver running down his spine at your lips ghosting his skin.

"I am" you kiss his earlobe. "For you. Just you" you leave a little bite on it. A low rumble escapes his throat. You lick the red little spot to soothe it. "Your best girl"

"My only girl" he's quick to reply. You're up in the air in a minute, his hands supporting you as he carries you, your legs dangling at his sides. It amazed you how strong he continued to be, despite his age. Strong men make good times, you suppose.

You giggle a bit. "Oh, Joel. I'm so lucky"

His heart races at your words. All this banter fills him with a warm fondness, making him feel young again.

"I reckon that's me, doll"

Your noses brush after his comment, in silence. You close your eyes, as so does he. You break the aphony first.

"Joel"

"Yes?"

"I want you to have me"

Joel's heart skips a beat at your words, his chest swelling with a mixture of emotion. No one has ever spoken to him with such tenderness, even with what your request implies. It's overwhelming.

"Ya' want me?" he asks gruffly, his voice hoarse with desire and emotion.

Fuck. It's happening. What he avoided so badly, but right now? His mind has gone blank, and when it starts working again, it's filled with lewd images of sweet you. Jesus. If he had doubts he was going to hell before, now he's certain. At least, he got heaven on Earth with you.

"Y' sure 'bout that, sugar?" he asks gruffly, his voice husky. "You're so damn young, deserve someone better"

You nod, slowly, caressing his cheek, your voice just barely above a whisper.

"I've never been more sure"

He takes a small moment to gather himself, his eyes never leaving yours. He's suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable, and it scares him as much as it excites him.

"I mean, would've I done all this if I didn't?"

Joel lets out a small laugh. "You little devious minx. I'll give ya' that"

"Give me what?" you tease.

His lips crash into yours as your hands find his face, holding as you deepen the kiss. His fingers dig in your thighs, making you moan and a spark of electricity run through his spine. He lets out a low moan in response to yours, pulling away from your lips momentarily, his eyes darkening with want. Joel looks at you for a moment, taking in your flushed cheeks and parted lips.

He lets out a low rumble, his voice gruff and rough.

"Yeah" he mutters. "Keep talkin' like that, and you'll get more than a kiss"

"So, I'll keep talking then"

"Y' little brat" he grumbles, voice dripping with frustration. "If ya' don't stop, I'm gonna..."

Joel trails off, his eyes dark with promises left unspoken.

"Say it" you challenge. "Or are you backing down?"

He takes a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of self control, despite loving your teasing and how it's driving him wild. He lets out a small laugh, his mind swirling with desire and frustration.

"Y' gon' pay for that later, darlin'" he threatens gruffly, his eyes locked on yours.

"How about now?"

Joel's heart skips a beat at your question, the idea sending a surge of desire through him. He can feel his self-control slipping away, your words pushing him closer to the edge.

He lets out a low, gruff chuckle, his hand tightening around your chin. His eyes lock onto yours, a mix of desire and anticipation in them.

"Sure you wanna know, doll?" he asks gruffly, his voice rough with barely restrained desire.

"All of it" too eager. He can't help but smile, resolve unraveling. "Don't spare any details"

"And you gon' be a good girl?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

"Didn't I promise so?"

Those simple words are all it takes for Joel's resolve to finally crumble. Fuck what other people think. Fuck his own fears. He can't resist you any longer, the desire within him reaching boiling point.

"Shit, doll" he rasps, voice rough. "With words like that I'm just gon' give y'anythin' you want"

"Please, Joel" you utter his name in a little whimper.

"Please what?"

Loves to see you beg. Has imagined you squirming, like you did when his fingers would drift too close to your aching cunt. Straddling feels so stupid now, when he could've have sweet you like this a long ago.

"Fuck me"

The sound of your whimper goes straight to Joel's throbbing dick. He's completely undone, powerless against your desires.

"That's right, good girl" he rasps, his voice gruff and rough. You let a little whimper at the praise. "I'll give y'anythin' you want, angel"

He carries you upstairs while you giggle at his huffs, teasing him when his knees creak like the old wooden stairs. Still, he insists on carrying you when you offer to walk, maybe trying to prove his strength to you or something. When his face turns a deep shade of red, you can't tell if it's out of shame or effort.

"Taking me to your bed? I've never seen your bedroom" you muse out loud, once he reaches the final stair.

Despite the intensity of the moment, a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

"There's always a first" he rasps.

Your nose brushes against his cheek. "Can't wait"

The door opens when Joel kicks it lightly. It's very him, you think, as soon as it comes on view. There's a guitar in the corner, you notice too.

"It's very you" you say out loud now. He drops you on the bed, making you giggle. "It's simple and cozy"

He's still trying to calm his racing heart, but it's difficult when he's hovering over you, so close to your body, he can feel the heat of it. Can even smell your arousal in the air.

"'M not sure simple's a nice thing t' say 'bout someone"

For a moment, the room goes quiet. He hesitates to continue.

"There's just... somethin' I need to discuss with ya' before we get carried 'way"

Your doe eyes look up to him. "Yes?"

Joel takes a deep breath.

"I've... It's been a while, y'know, since... I'm just used to bein' alone. In that sense. And I... I haven't been with someone in a long time"

His voice trails off, a vulnerability settling in his expression.

"Joel..." you whisper, sitting as he backs up a bit.

"'M not good with people" he admits gruffly. "I tend to scare 'em off"

You extend your hand to softly trace over his stubble. Joel leans into your touch, his expression softening, your presence providing a sense of comfort. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

"You're not scaring me. I'm here"

His mouth tastes like sand when he swallows.

"Yeah, but I-"

"Yes?"

He pauses for a moment, a hint of vulnerability in his expression.

"'M not exactly young anymore, sugar"

"And what's bad about not being young?" you look at him, voice soft. "Are you afraid your knees will crack when you go down on me or what?"

He lets out a clipped laugh. The tension in the room lightens a little, and he's grateful for your attempt to lighten the mood.

"Oh, very funny, sweetheart." he grumbles, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "And no, 's not that. I can eat ya' just fine" Joel spits, making you laugh at his cocky demeanor. But then he goes quiet again. "It's just... 'M not as young and good lookin' as I used to be" he finally blurts out.

Why is he even saying this things out loud. He didn't care before. He thought about himself better before. Yeah, before. What is it about the now that he cares, worse, admits out loud his insecurities?

Your expression morphs into one of sympathy. God, he hates it. Looks away from your warmth and pity. No, not pity. Compassion, like Joel was some sort of wounded old dog.

"Joel" you close the distance, tracing his face tenderly, drawing little heart shapes over his stubble. "That's not true. You're as handsome as back in the day, baby. I didn't meet you then, I know that, and this may be biased, but I'll choose the old you always, my pretty boy"

Joel's heart skips a beat at your words, his expression softening even more. He's not used to such tender affection, and it's overwhelming.

He takes a moment to process your words, his eyes never leaving yours. He can see the sincerity in your eyes, and it touches him more than he can express. Words were never his thing, anyway.

"Y/n" he mutters gruffly, his voice rough with emotion. He even used your name. "You're too good fo' me"

"I just... I think it's because I love you"

He's taken back, almost falling in top of you, yet quickly regaining his posture. Still, his heart jumps into his throat, dangerously close to falling out from his mouth at your sudden confession.

It's been almost a year of being his and him being yours, yet those three words hadn't even been close to being said. Joel never thought he'd get to hear them again from the lips of a lover. Yet here you were, so damn young and sweet, letting them roll off your tongue in a soft echo of your loving. Safe. Like a home. You were his home.

He looks at you, his expression a mixture of surprise and vulnerability.

"Y'... Y' love me?" his voice rasping a bit as he questions you.

"It's okay if you don't say it back" you laugh quietly, probably to make him feel better. Always thinking about the others, you pure thing.

He looks you in the eye, his hand still cupping your cheek. There's a warm tenderness in his expression, despite his gruff tone.

"No. Don't think that" he goes quiet for a moment, as if the weight of your declaration was sinking him. He lets out a shaky breath, as if unsure if the world around him was real, his eyes locked on yours. "I... love you too"

Your eyes widen, a smile appearing instantly on your face as it lights up. His heart swells immediately at the sight of your happiness, and all he wishes for is to see it everyday. When he wakes up, to be first, and when he goes to sleep, your face the last thing to see. To be there, even as he closes his eyes and dozes off to sleep. Your giddy giggles are so fucking contagious, a rebellious smile creeps up his lips.

"You do?"

His chest tightens, vulnerable. Filled with an affection never known before.

"Yeah, sweet girl" he mutters gruffly. "I do. I love you"

Your smile is probably the most beautiful thing in the world, pleased and vicious like a cat's.

"Now, if you love me so dearly as you say, please" your lips part in a shaky breath, "have me"

So damn impatient. He may have spoiled you too much.

"Ya' want me t' have ya', honey?" he asks gruffly, his voice rough with desire as his hands slide down your thighs, tainting untouched skin.

You squirm, nodding eagerly. "Please. I want you so bad it hurts"

His voice, so soft and low, may have passed as a grunt. But you saw. Heard. Noticed. Like the way his face frowned, eyebrows furrowed as if you just told him you were sick. As if he wanted to be the cure to the disease he gave you.

"Tell me where it hurts"

Demanding in a tender way. Almost benevolent. Not even hurting you, but wanted to take every pain of yours away. You didn't deserve not even a scratch of this angry dirty world ruining your soft heart.

You point to the middle of your legs, parting them slowly open. His eyes turn glassy as he tugs your jeans down, and the first sight he gets, is your underwear, damp with your sticky arousal. He gulps, eyes darkening with desire.

"Please. There" you whimper.

"I've got eyes" Joel lets out a small, gruff chuckle. "You're impatient, know that?"

He cups your chin, eyes locked on yours. His breath is shallow, voice raspy and low.

"Don't worry. Lemme help"

He places himself in between your legs, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties.

"Gon' show ya' what'a man with experience has to offer, al'ight? Now, spread y'r legs open for me" he commands softly. "Lemme see that beautiful, needy cunt"

He pulls your panties down, his throat dry when he peels the drenched fabric down your legs, revealing glistening folds. He can see how swollen and puffy they were. The sight makes his mouth water and his cock pulse with desire.

Joel lowers his head, knees and bed creaking, inhaling the sweet intoxicating smell of your arousal, his facial hear ghosting over your trembling skin until it tickles. Your nervous giggling get stuck in your throat when Joel buries his face between your thighs, tongue delving into your slick folds to lap up the sweet nectar that dripped from your cunt. He groans at the taste, as if savoring the best meal to exist on Earth.

"So sweet" he growls, voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh. His mouth latches onto your clit, suckling the throbbing needy bud as his tongue flicks over it. "Too damn sweet"

It still hurts. It's across your face.

"Gon' help with 'tis. Just wait" he thrusts two fingers knuckle-deep into your cunt, pumping them in and out, curling them to stroke a spot that reduces you to a quiet muffled mess. "S' right, sugar" he praises. "Wanna see you come f' y'r old man"

The feeling of having you here, so needy and responsive, is doing things to him. Joel's lost on the way you beg, his name out of your parted lips in a secretive manner, as if reinforcing the nature of your desires and needs. How this moment was only yours, a whole new world past his door, creeping up the sweaty sheets, making way to his lonley heart, poisoned by the infectious warmth of your own.

He could feel your thighs trembling around his head, cute cries and whimpers serving as a motivation to bring you to the edge. Joel devours you, sucking like a starved man, flicking and lashing at your gushing cunt mercilessly with his tongue. It's experience, he made damn sure you knew about that. He also pumps his fingers faster, plunging deeper into your clutching heat.

"Come on, doll" he urges, voice a low rumble against your sex, "wanna feel 'tis tight little pussy spasm 'round ma' fingers"

"Joel!" you moan out loud, hands clawing into his arms for support.

He can feel your body tensing, your tight walls fluttering around the digits plunging in and out of you. Joel knew you were close, so he sucks your clit with fervent intensity as he curled his fingers just right, stroking that special spot that made your toes curl.

"That's it, y/n" he growls, eyes flashing up to meet yours, dark and intense with lust. "Drench me, y' sweet thing"

With a keening cry, you feel your body burst. Your back archs as your body quakes and shudders, your orgasm washing over you. Joel feels your pussy clench and spasm around his fingers, hot liquid gushing out to coat his hand and drip down his wrist.

Joel's a gentleman, languidly licking and suckling as you ride out of your high. Once your breathing slows, he withdraws his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to clean off your essence. He meets your gaze, eyes hooded with the same hunger as your own.

"Like I said" he praises softly, making your spent cunt throb. "You're too damn sweet, sugar"

You giggle. "You're insane"

He leans in, planting a soft fluttering kiss to your quivering lips.

"Just f' ya'"

There's only one thing left to do. You know. He knows. You both know. But the way he takes in your pause, as if you're going to discover the most powerful secret, makes you believe there is so much more. His expression turns curious at your deliberate choice of aphony.

"Tell me what ya' want now. I could give ya' the world if 's what ya' want"

You avoid his gaze, playing with the collar of his flannel.

"I need you"

He lets out a clipped chuckle. "That I know, dirty one"

You roll your eyes, playfully.

"We're both aware. But it's not that, it's just..."

"Yes?"

"Can I see you, please?"

His eyes meet your expectant ones. His voice is gruff but soft, his desire for you mixing with a hint of vulnerability.

"Y' wanna see me?"

You nod as he gulps harshly, mouth tasting like sand.

"Can I take off your clothes?"

Joel's heart skips a beat again at your request, a mix of desire and vulnerability warring within him. It's too revealing and intimate, but God knows he just wants to give you all you want.

There's a hint of huskiness to his vulnerable voice. Unsure.

"Yeah" a beat. "You can"

You start unbuttoning slowly, licking your lips with eager trembling hands and pupils blown wide. Like a child on Christmas, knowing they're opening what they asked for. What they wanted. What they wrote at the top of their list. Your slow, deliberate unbuttoning has him practically holding his breath.

"Joel..." you bite your lip, removing his final button. Finally. "You're...."

Joel's heart stammers at the sight of your eyes on him, your obvious desire heightening his own. Yet, he avoids your stare as you reveal his bare chest, pose faltering a bit as if his strength succumbs to your hungry stare. He gulps under the intensity gaze, feeling so fucking vulnerable. It shakes him to his core, foreign to all this fuzzy things that make him sick.

He watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, his voice gruff and raw.

"Yeah…?"

"Perfect" you whisper out loud, his whole world crumbling down.

Joel's heart skips a beat at your words, his chest tightening with a mix of vulnerability and affection. Despite it, he feels self-conscious.

"Perfect…?" he teases, a hint of a dumb smile tugging at his lips.

"Yeah" you hum. "So pretty"

A word that doesn't fit in Joel's world. Feels off-putting. He has never been called such, but once it falls past your lips, coated in adoration, it feels as if it's the only truth ever. His heart skips another beat, body responding to your words.

You can tell he can't believe you're saying those words about him by the hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"Joel"

He lets out a gruff huff in response.

"Look at me"

"Pretty" Joel repeats, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't you believe me?"

Joel's heart skips another beat, the vulnerability growing stronger. He's still not used to hearing compliments about his body by you, by anyone at all. It's making his head spin a little.

He can't quite meet your eyes as he responds.

"Take it easy on me, sweet girl. I ain't exactly in m' prime"

"Joel. Look at me" your voice a little firmer this time.

Joel takes a moment, his heart racing. He can't resist your plea, even if he hates feeling vulnerable. Slowly, he meets your eyes.

His voice is almost quiet. "I'm lookin'"

"Good. Do you want me to know what I'm looking at?" you extend your hand to reach his face, brushing a strand of hair that's fallen to his forehead. "Your greys" then, you tug his bottom lip down, "your lips", you circle the wrinkles around his eyes, "your warm eyes" and afterwards, your fingers dwindle on his nose, "just... all of your face: scars, spots and wrinkles. It leaves me breathless"

Joel's heart races as you speak, your words sinking in. He feels seen, in a way he's rarely felt before. Its messing with his mind.

"You describin' what you seein'?" his voice hoarse with emotion. It sounds far away, as if it didn't belong to him.

His lips part as your hand moves down, grazing his neck and his chest before landing on his belly. The sincerity in your eyes is making him feel even more vulnerable, and Joel can feel himself crumbling under your intense stare and firm hands.

"No, I'm describing what I love"

He looks at you, eyes filled with vulnerability and uncertainty.

"Y/n"

It was like being peeled, layer by layer. He hated how he was built now. Rough. Too sharp around edges. Soft on ones he wished he wasn't.

"All of you"

He chuckles, but it's a defeated dying sound. Almost bitter.

"That's impossible, honey"

"What's impossible is not to love all of you"

He gulps, throat raw but unable to say anything.

"Please. Let me love you"

As if he hadn't already hand you his soul. Swallowed all of your words with a feverish desperation, placed them inside a space that had gone cold with time, now feeling like a warm home where he finally belonged.

"My sweet girl..."

You feel Joel pressing you up against the mattress, his bigger body pinning you in place with a hunger that takes your breath away. His hands are everywhere, roaming over your naked curves with a fevered intensity, a low growl of frustration escaping his lips when you break the kiss to take some air.

"You can do with me anything you want"

Joel's breath stops. With a trembling but sure hand, he reaches out, his calloused fingers skimming over the swell of your breasts, teasing the sensitive flesh until your nipples strain against the cloth of your bra. You arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as you feel the hard length of him pressing insistently against your stomach.

Joel leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispers. 

"Anythin'?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire as you nod, desperate. 

But then, he's laughing, as if pleased with your eagerness. Amused.

"That much? Oh, baby, you that desperate for 'tis ol' man? That bad you want me?"

You whine, at loss for words, the throb too painful to think straight. Joel laughs again, but it's devoid of malice.

"No, don't just nod. I wanna hear you say it, y/n. Wanna hear ya' beg fo' me like the desperate sweet little thin' y'are"

You've never been one for begging, but something about the way he's looking at you, the raw, unbridled hunger in his eyes, makes you want to give him everything he wants and more.

"Please, Joel" you breathe, voice reduced to a needy tremor, "I need you so bad, Joel, please. I need you inside me. I want you filling me, claiming me, in every way possible"

"My sweet girl" he coos, followed by a flurry of heated kisses and desperate groping. You barely have a chance to catch your breath before he's pressing you up with more insistence, his body pinning you in place with a hunger that leaves you desperately aching for more. "S'pretty"

Joel's eyes darken with lust as he takes in the sight of you, drinking in every inch of your glistening skin. He smirks at the desperation written all over your face, something wicked and tender circling inside his brown eyes.

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers huskily. "Ts' it, doll. Keep on beggin'. Lemme hear how much y' need ma' cock 'nside 'tis tight little cunt"

You gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily as you feel his fingers slide down to brush against your sensitive clit, a wave of arousal coursing through you.

"Please, please, please, Joel" you whimper, your voice high and needy as you grind yourself shamelessly against his hand. "I'm so wet for you. Please, I'm begging you, make me yours"

He growls. "S'eager, huh? Who would've thought ya' were such'a dirty girl for 'tis ol' dick? Just had ya' bein' all lovey dovey a second ago and now y'are beggin' fo' me to ruin 'tis pretty pussy, baby?"

He quickly sheds what's left of his clothes, revealing to your wide eyes the thick, hard length of his cock, springing free and bobbing heavily against his soft belly. Alright, you had some thoughts about dating a much older man, even if Joel seemed the type of guy to be doted, given his energy. You're glad to be proven wrong in the very best way.

"Fuck, Joel" you breathe, licking your lips as you imagine the taste of him on your tongue. "You're so big"

His cheeks color a pretty pink, sweat beads adorning his forehead. The heat of his body envelopes you like a furnace.

"Now I truly believe ya' like what ya' seein'" he chuckles, "such'a greedy little thing" a beat. "S' fucken hungry for ma' cock. Don't worry, baby. 'M gon' give it to you, nice and slow, until you're screamin' fo' me to let you come"

Joel settles between your thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging against your entrance as he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, effectively swallowing your needy whimpers.

"M' gon' take real good care of what's mine" in that southern drawl that drives you crazy. Hungry. Poisoned with a ravenous desire to possess every inch he can reach of your body. For everyone to see. Know. For all the prying stares. Judgeful. To appreciate in secret under the watchful gaze of the weak sunrays that filter through the courtains of his bedroom.

He then leans to take one of your nipples on his mouth, suckling and teasing the rosy peak, lapping the sensitive bud with his tongue, his hand kneading and squeezing the soft flesh of your breast. You arch into his touch, a symphony of moans and whimpers falling from your lips as he works your body.

At the same time, Joel begins to slowly, teasingly push forward, the thick head of his cock parting your slick folds and sinking inch by tortuous inch into your tight heat.

"Joel!" you gasp, your nails sinking down on the soft expanse of his broad back as you take in his girth, walls clenching and fluttering around his size.

Joel's breaths come in harsh pants against your skin as he fights the urge to bury himself to the hilt in one thrust.

"Y'are so fucken tight" he grits out, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Don't wanna hurt you, my little fawn. But ya' feel s' good, sweet girl. S' perfect 'round ma' cock."

You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, using the leverage to rock your hips up against his, taking him a little deeper with each desperate roll. He's impressed by your hunger, your desire fueling further his consuming own.

"Joel" you mewl, voice breaking with need, "I can take it, please, I promise. I just need all of you, Joel. Please, fuck me hard and deep until I can't think of anything but the feeling of your cock inside of me"

With a feral growl, Joel surrenders to your plea, slamming his hips forward to bury himself to the hilt inside you. A scream that sounds like his name tears from your throat at the sudden, intense sensation of all of him devouring your from inside, your body convulsing with the force of his thrust.

He sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes that shake the bed frame and echo through the room. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with the sounds coming out of your mouths.

"Please, please. I wanna come, please"

Tears well in your eyes at the insistence that rocks your body. Joel's eyes widen, perhaps in surprise, this new and strange, yet, his cock twitching makes this all the more intriguing. Arousing even.

"S' you cryin' over my cock?"

You deny it, but the salty trails have started to pool down your cheeks, your prettu fluttering eyelashes damp. Joel gulps, feeling blood rushing to his cock again.

"Don't worry, little fawn" doesn't know why but his tongue runs across your tear-smeared face, the taste of your damp skin, musk and sweat strong, make his mind go numb. "I think ya' look pretty when ya' cry"

Joel feels your velvet walls starting to flutter and clench around his pistoning cock, signaling your coming climax. He doubles his efforts, slamming into you with a wild, primal intensity that steals your breath away.

"That's it, sweet girl" Joel growls, voice ragged with lust as he feels your body tensing beneath him. "Come for me, y/n. I wanna feel you comin' undone on ma' cock, screamin' ma' name as I fill you up nice"

You're a sight to savor in, like basking the first rays of sunlight on the morning. Like his bitter coffee on his favorite mug. But you're sweet on the inside and the outside, he thinks as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing merciless circles over the sensitive nub. Joel is lost on you, he's aware, as he leans down to capture your lips in a consuming kiss. He just wants to have all of you, day and night, body and soul, in and out, because just a taste, and he's gone down the deep saccharine trails of your neck and quivering heart.

Your back arches as the pleasure becomes too intense to bear, your body convulsing uncontrollably as your climax crashes over you. You scream his name, you think, lost in a sea of desperate pleas and incoherent whimpers spilling from your lips.

Joel hilts himself deep inside you as your walls spasm and milk his cock, your release triggering his own, followed by a grunt akin to surrender, perhaps. To you, now fully his. This is the end, he thinks. Now, he's truly yours. God help her, the townsfolk say when you tell them Joel's your man, but when a hoarse shout of your name comes out of his mouth, pulses hot and hard as he grinds against you, you think this is all you need.

Fuck it.

This is what it feels like.

Joel collapses onto you, his bigger softer body blanketing you as he struggles to catch his breath.

"My sweet girl" he coos, peppering your face with soft kisses, his hands roaming over your curves with a gentle, reverent touch. You can feel his heart pounding against your own, when he whispers, voice low and sated. "Mine"

You can't help but laugh in awe. "Yes, Joel. Yours"

He props himself up on his elbows, his brown eyes searching yours with a tenderness that makes your heart skip a beat. A slow, lazy smile spreads across his face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on the delicate line of your jaw.

"I know I said I was scared, before. That I've tried to push you 'way. God, y'are stubborn, know that? 'M just glad you ain't a quitter"

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss that makes your heart leap. It tastes bitter like grains and whiskey, but sweet with love and devotion. It's not only a spark between your lips, another of many, but a promise, burning with the same intensity the old coffee pot heats his coffee in the morning.

"Y'are my everything, y/n" your name pronounced like never before. Now ever since.

A heart. A home.

"So are you, Joel" his name in a fervent whisper. Born to be said like a prayer.

And for the first time in so long, Joel Miller feels the same thing he felt when he held Ellie close. I've got you, babygirl.

Hope.

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @pedgito / dts: @joelscowgirl ⋆˚✿˖°

[amourrs]

peppering abby’s face with lipstick kisses in varying shades, red overlapping with mauve and soft pink and brown-lip-liner-clear-gloss combos as you cover every inch of skin with your imprints. when there’s no space left unsullied on the canvas of her face, you traverse your way down to her neck, red flush curling up her skin as you ‘accidentally’ graze her sweet spot with your teeth. when you finally snap the picture that had been the object of your afternoon activities all along, abby’s almost loathe to wipe the marks off her face— she won’t admit it, but she kinda likes the silly shit you make her do. not that she needs to admit it to you when you heard the whimper that left her throat when your canines brushed against her flesh— which is the reason your girlfriend finds you marking her up again twenty minutes later, although not quite in the same way. soft red, pink and mauve rings adorn her skin, but these promise to stay longer as they trail their way down her throat, over the expanse of her chest, one left teasingly above her v-line as you nuzzle your nose into the junction between her thigh and her crotch. her hips buck up desperately, but you lift your head up. she tries to grab it back, to drag you to where she most needs you, but you’re preoccupied with something she can’t quite see until you turn around and place the tiny tube down, lips painted in a soft cerise as you press them to her hip and pull your phone out for another photo. this one isn’t to be posted, though, not when your girlfriend’s dripping cunt is in view, two of your fingers pushed into her sodden core and crooked towards you as her back arches and pushes her lipstick-stained hip perfectly into view of the camera. no— you think you’ll keep this one for your private collection.

[moved2fshfish]

rip shimmer i miss u every day

[ripcupid]

helping hand

୨୧ you work for your dad’s best friend, Joel, on his farm where you end up falling off a horse after he says not to.

୨୧ dbf! joel x reader

୨୧ word count: 1.7k

- I’ve always wanted to write dbf anything so I basically just threw it in here. I think i went a little crazy

“Sit,” Joel demands, pointing to his dining room chair as he goes to get his first aid kit. You huff as you limp through his kitchen and plop down in the chair. You watch as he searches through the kit, the annoyed scowl on his face giving away his frustration with your clumsiness.

“I’m fine, Joel, I promise,” you say, making Joel pause and look at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I told you to be careful,” Joel lightly scolds you as he kneels in front of you, pulling your leg into his lap and inspecting the scrape.

“I was careful, It's not my fault the horse scares easily,” you groan, mumbling the last part under your breath as you cross your arms in annoyance.

“If you were then how did you end up on the ground, hm? What’s your dad gonna think when I bring his daughter home all cut up?” He continues to scold you, making you roll your eyes and cuss at him under your breath. Joel presses a cloth against the scrape, causing you to wince in pain.

"Fuck! That hurt, Joel,” you cuss, pushing him with your foot. He shoots you a disapproving look, making you mutter an apology and sink back into the chair.

“You should’ve listened to me, could’ve been a lot worse,” He tsk, pulling out a bandage from his kit. You watch as he carefully applies the bandage, feeling his fingers lightly brushing against your calf. You chuckle as he presses a kiss to the bandaged knee before looking up at you. "'M done," he groans as he stands, reaching to help you up, "anywhere else you need bandaging?"

"Maybe," you tease with a mischievous grin, showing him the small scrapes on your hands that are barely there.

"You're fine," he says with a slight annoyance in his voice, rolling his eyes at your attempt to get more of his attention.

"But they hurt," you pout, trying to look as pitiful as possible.

"C’mere," he sighs, giving in to you, bringing your hand to his face and gently kissing the scrapes, causing your grin to widen as he keeps his eyes locked on yours.

"Better?" he asks against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You nod, feeling the warmth of his lips linger on your skin. As you pull away, you notice a teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, making you roll your eyes. "Now what do you say?" Joel raises an eyebrow, waiting for your response as he puts away the first aid kit.

"Thank you, Joel," you smile, trailing your eyes down his body as he walks back, taking a seat across from you. His gaze lingers on your body for a moment before he smiles and says, "Anytime, darlin'," his accent makes your face heat up.

"You know," you start, leaning against the table, "I don't have to be home for a while." Joel's smirk widens as he leans back in his chair, his legs spreading slightly.

"Really?"

You nod, giggling as he coaxes you closer and into his lap, holding you tightly against his chest. "I know how to waste the time," he whispers, his voice low and husky. You gasp in surprise when Joel buries his face into your neck, teasing your sensitive skin with his lips.

You can't help but moan softly as his beard tickles your skin, pushing closer to him. His hands slide down to your legs, finding their way under your skirt, and start to slowly caress your thighs, making your body heat up. Joel pulls back, lifting you up and onto the table, holding your face as he stands between your legs.

His eyes lock with yours, stroking your cheek as he whispers, "Ya sure about this?" You nod eagerly, feeling the ache building between your thighs as he brushes over your plush lips with his thumb.

With a mischievous smile, Joel leans in and captures your lips in a passionate and hungry kiss. He quickly pulls off your shirt, leaving your chest exposed to the warm evening air coming through an open window. His hands find their way to your tits, teasing and groping them gently as he continues to kiss you fervently. You arch your back in response, craving more of his touch as you tangle your fingers in his graying hair.

As his hands find their way back under your skirt, you spread your legs eagerly. You pull back from the kiss, panting softly as you lock eyes with Joel, a pleading look in your eyes. You grab his hand and guide it higher, softly begging him to touch you where you need him most. “Please, touch me, Joel,” you plead in a breathy whisper, making Joel's cock twitch in jeans. He smirks at your desperation, his fingers inching closer to your aching cunt.

"You're so eager, darlin'," Joel murmurs against your open waiting lips, causing a small whimper to escape. His hands slide higher up your thigh before pressing his fingers against your aching cunt, making you gasp softly.

Your breath quickens as Joel rubs your throbbing clit through your panties, making you grab onto his forearm. "That feels so good," you moan, your voice breathless.

"Yeah?" he teases, making you nod eagerly. You grind against his hand, clinging onto him tightly as you feel his hand slip under your panties, his fingers playing with your sensitive clit.

“You're so fuckin' wet," he groans, his voice making you moan pathetically in response. You drop your head back, getting overwhelmed as Joel slides his fingers inside you, curling it just right to hit that spot that makes you cry out. “‘ can feel you squeezing me,” Joel grunts as he moves to kiss your jaw, his hot breath against your skin driving you insane.

You fall back on the table, completely lost in the pleasure he's giving you. Your moans fill his house as Joel stretches your cunt around his thick fingers, slowly fucking you causing you to grip onto his bicep for support.

"I wanna taste you, baby, so bad," he murmurs against your jaw moving to your lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss. He removes his fingers from your cunt, making you whimper at the loss. "Shh, I gotcha," he whispers, kissing down your squirming body, until he reaches your damp panties and he slowly slides them off, revealing your wetness to him. You cry out shamelessly as Joel sucks your swollen clit into his mouth.

Your hands tangle in his hair, grinding your hips against his face as Joel groans against your cunt, closing his eyes at the taste of you. "Oh my god, Joel, you feel so good," you moan, pushing him closer to you, your thigh trembling around his head and your eyes squeezing shut. Joel's strong arms hold you tightly as you writhe in pleasure, his tongue expertly flicking against your sensitive nub. "Ah-, fuck," you gasp, "I'm gonna cum, baby."

Your body arches off the table as waves of pleasure wash over you, leaving you breathless and completely spent. Joel continues sucking your puffy and swollen clit until you start to push him away, his lips leaving you with a dazed grin.

As you come down from your high, Joel stands, towering over you with a satisfied smirk on his face. He watches you on his table with a hunger in his eyes, clearly not done with you yet. You can't help but feel his eyes roaming over your semi-naked body. "Look at me, baby," he whispers, reaching for his belt and slowly undoing it.

"'M so sensitive right now, Joel," you whimper, looking up at him as you try to close your legs but his strong hands gently hold them open.

"I know, baby," he mockingly coos, "but you can take it. You always do." Joel pulls you to the edge of the table before he takes out his leaking and throbbing cock, grasping it firmly in his hand as he positions himself between your legs.

He slides himself through your slick folds with a smirk, savoring the way you gasp and squirm away from the overstimulation. "Stay still, baby," he pants, closing his eyes for a second as he grabs your leg. His movements are slow and deliberate, teasing you with each drag of his length against your sensitive clit.

“You feel so good," he huffs, his voice low and husky. "Just can't get enough of this pussy," he whispers. His fingers dig into your calf as he holds you open, his cock leaking all over your cunt.

"Please, I need you inside me," you beg, feeling his tip pressing against your entrance. A long needy moan escapes your lips as he finally enters you, filling you. Joel grabs your hip, keeping you right where he wants you as he starts to thrust deeply, his pace making your tits bounce with each movement.

"Mhm, y'so deep," you mumble, closing your eyes, letting the moans and whimpers fall freely from your lips. Joel's hand comes up to your face, holding your face and stroking your heated cheek with his thumb. You hold onto his wrist, leaning into his touch, kissing his palm softly before panting, "I gonna cum again, Joel."

"Ah fuck, me too, darlin'," Joel groans, his movements becoming sloppy as he feels you tighten around him. As you come around him, your thighs twitch and your mind goes blank, every thought is replaced by the feeling of Joel deep inside you.

Joel sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, strings of cuss words falling from his lips as he quickly pulls out and releases on your stomach, his chest heaving. He stands back for a second to catch his breath, a chuckle slipping out when he looks down at the current state of you.

"Damn, 'm sorry, darlin'," he says, rushing off to the nearby kitchen to grab a damp cloth to clean you up. As he returns, he gently wipes away the mess, making you giggle softly through your daze.

"It's okay, Joel," you pant, looking down at him with amusement. "It's not the first time," you tease, a smile playing on your lips as he finishes cleaning you up. As he finishes, he pulls you to sit back up and leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Ya okay?" he asks softly, gathering your shirt and helping you put it back on as you nod. "Good, gotta get you home now, don't want your dad to worry," he says, checking his watch. You chuckle as he helps you stand up and guides you out of his house, to his beat-up truck out front

Too much?

[dgct2]

Pedro Pascal as Joel Miller in The Last Of Us Season 2 Official Trailer.

[swftsp]

[lotties-ashwagandha]

SNOWED IN

ellie williams x fem!reader, 564 words

kinktober day twelve: high sex (weed) (NSFW)

With the patrol outpost snowed in — one of the old lodges you and Ellie were scheduled to watch outside of Jackson — the two of you had been stuck. With nothing else to do and no way to leave the lodge until tomorrow morning at the very earliest, you had taken Ellie’s suggestion gratefully when she’d pulled out a joint and a lighter.

Now, you sit beside her on a sofa by a window in the lounge. Snow has piled up to the windowsill, and you have no idea how you’re going to get out of here in the morning, but in the weed-induced haze overtaking your mind it’s far from your top priority.

You shift your gaze to Ellie. She looks out at the snow, and the dim light of it casts a glow over her features. She looks soft for once — guard always up in her journeys, always holding a steady ammunition of quips and jokes to get her out of anything that comes her way, but here she is quiet. There's a gentleness in her expression that you miss seeing as frequently during the busy winter months in Jackson.

Ellie meets your gaze. She gives you a quizzical look, though when you take the chance to clamber into her lap she looks grateful for the sudden attention.

“You’re stunning,” you say, the words sounding a little awkward as they come from you. You realize you must sound a little high, though no more than she is.

“You are high,” Ellie smiles, voicing your thoughts, though she can’t help how she seems to be feeling the effects of the weed herself.

You shrug, running a hand through her hair, still straddling her lap. She looks up at you with longing, obvious in the way it mirrors yours. You lean down to kiss her — it’s filled with yearning, her hands sliding under your shirt to run up your sides. Her touch is reverent, soft, almost soothing. Slow as you both sink deeper into your high.

Ellie pushes you down to lay flat on the couch. From where she sits between your legs she pulls your shirt off, kissing down the newly revealed expanse of your stomach. She unbuttons your pants, pulling them off of you and starting to kiss up your thighs. She’s gentle with you, and you’re pliable in her arms, feeling your need for her rise dangerously with every passing moment. It’s so much more intense when you’re high, the feeling of her biting into your thighs, fingers ghosting over your clit just enough to have you squirming for more.

Ellie looks up at you for a moment from between your thighs — her eyes tell of her craving, and you feel it for yourself when her tongue runs through your folds and immediately you’re enveloped in the pleasure of it. Her grip on you tightens, an arm looped around one of your thighs as she tries to hold you still.

You gasp at her tongue running over your clit, as she focuses on it and draws a moan from you. Your head is clouded from the weed so beautifully, your mind has died and your body lives on divinely under her touch.

Ellie sucks your clit, and you feel yourself driven closer to euphoria — her nails rake over your thigh, keeping you grounded under the ecstasy that pulls you closer to oblivion.

[millsheat]

ellie acting recklessly and being a brat as some say, stems from two things.

first; joel keeps having a final say over decisions regarding ellie, despite the fact that she is an adult and they are not exactly on speaking terms. joel repeteadly does not respect ellie’s wishes. ellie can’t train probably, ellie can’t go on patrol because what would joel say. she’s fed up with the fact that she could set the goddamn settlement on fire and no one would say shit because she’s joel’s kid.

joel and ellie fall out because he decided to make a decision for her. and he continues to do so, despite knowing that ellie disagrees with that. jesse, tommy and even dina know that at the end of the day, it’s what joel says and not ellie. she is fed up with not being taken seriously, so she rebells, hence the supermarket store. her recklesness costs her a bite.

the city council does nothing - maria senses that ellie is telling the truth and they are off the hook, left to apologise to kat and that’s all. nonetheless that ellie and dina could have put the whole group at danger, had there been more runners. you see it in her demeanor, when she walks off.

second; ellie lost a purpose. for the entire roadtrip across the states, ellie sees people around her die and she is left hopeless — the guilt holds tighter around her neck; she needs her immunity to mean something. people had died on the way to get her to fireflies and she needs herself to believe, they didn’t die for nothing. riley, sam, tess. kind of like all those firefly soldiers that killed themselves after joel rampaged the hospital. all the deaths, the time, the pain, was for nothing.

ellie hangs onto her immunity; she’s too deep in her survivor’s guilt to see clearly. she needs their deaths to not be left in vain. and joel not only robs her of that - he continues to lie to her for several years. ellie’s entire world falls apart. she’s reckless because she has nothing left to lose, anymore. the one thing, the one thing that could have, in her mind, fixed it all, was gone. and there is joel, who, after what he had done, continues to have a say over matters in her life.

[keexshound]

i understand joel had it coming to him for years, but the saltlake crew still pissed me off in his death scene. like, they had their reasons, and it was understandable, but damn it still made me mad.

on another note, i don't think people really grasp how traumatic that was for ellie. she's alone in a cold basement with strangers holding her down. the only people she knows in that room is her unconscious uncle-like figure that she might have assumed dead and the man who raised her who is currently being tortured.

the last thing she sees of joel is the fatal blow that leaves his brains over the floor. literally, you can SEE his brain during the scene, also a broken artery. and during the entire time, she's left powerless to do anything and probably thinks she's next. and before she gets knocked out the thing she's stuck looking at is joels gorey disfigured face.

also by the way it's noted in her journal that the first thing she forgets about him are his eyes. she can't fully remember his face after it.

[theclub-forlosers]

Just gonna leave this here…..

[merowkittie]

“My head hurts, els..” you whined into the girls side as your arms were wrapped around her body and your forehead was resting against her ribs.

“And what would you like me to do about that, babe?” She twisted her neck to look down at you with a quizzical look.

You pointed to your forehead and made kissy lips, hoping she got what you meant. She kind of just looked at you like you were stupid so you sighed and sat up.

Pointing to your forehead again and you said, “kiss it better?”

She huffed out a laugh before rolling her eyes. Her hand waved you off and she went back to doing what she was doing before.

You pouted while looking up at her, hurt that she wouldn’t fulfill your dying wish.

“Please! I could be dying right now, Ellie!”

She just side eyed you and pursed her lips. With a sigh, she bent down and tangled one hand into your hair, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead sloppily.

You exclaimed a loud yuck and furrowed your brows at the brunette.

“What? You said kiss it better.”

[dilf-docs]

THE LAST OF US SEASON 2 SPOILERS

the glasses falling from the bridge of his nose while he looks down on me as i give him the nastiest blow job known to mankind my lips sucking like a caprisun straw

[amourrs]

thinking about the drama that ensues when you bring home three kittens to abby after agreeing on getting two. it had already been a battle convincing her to get a pair rather than a singular pet, your reasoning boiling down to the fact that a solitary kitten might feel lonely without a feline companion. she didn’t really see the logic— “we’ll literally be here to keep it company, babe!”— but you wear her down until she simply agrees to your begging. she doesn’t say it aloud, but you can tell the blonde’s pretty excited when you walk through the door with the pet carrier, wrists aching as you set it down on the soft carpet of the living room. your overeager girlfriend flings herself onto her knees, fidgeting with the catch until the little metal door swings open and the tiny quivering animals inside the container begin to sniff at the air. you both end up reclining on the couch, leaving the kittens to come out in their own time as you sip on your respective hot drinks until a little white paw slides tentatively out of the carrier to land on the carpet. abby bites back a squeal that she disguises as a cough as a tiny calico kitten trots out into the open, pink nose twitching as she picks up the scents of your house. her sister follows soon after, a miniature explosion of orange and white fur that has your girlfriend cooing and leaning forward from her place on the couch as her braid swings back and forth and you tug at it playfully. “babe, they’re so— what the fuck?” you cover the grin on your face with the heel of your hand as the third kitten makes his way out. he’s almost entirely black, a tiny white streak on the base of his tail barely visible unless you’re up close, perfect white whiskers framing a pink nose that’s splashed with midnight. abby turns to you accusingly, eyebrows raised and finger pointed. “why the fuck are there three?” you pout a little, eyes pleading. “he was the runt of the litter and i couldn’t leave him…” your explanations fall on deaf ears, and not just then— for three days, abby glares at you from around the house, girl kittens scooped up in her arms as your boy purrs contentedly from your lap. by day four, you’re convinced she’ll never accept him— that is, until you go to grab your book from the coffee table and spot her curled up on the couch, sound asleep with the little black cat nestled across her neck like a scarf, faces nuzzled together as they snore in harmony. fuckin’ pushover... you knew she’d come around eventually.

[sugarbcnes]

ADULT CONTENT: MINORS DNI

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER — BRAINROT

WARNINGS PLOTLESS PORN, DRUG USE, SQUIRTING, NEEDY ELLIE, BRAINROT, SEMI PUBLIC, CAR SEX, NOT PROOFREAD, USELESS BRAINROT OF GETTING HIGH WITH ELLIE

sorry this is bad and short but i had to post something.

the car is fragrant of everything filthy. everything ellie loves. the moroccan rose incense, your vanilla hemp cigarettes touched with the musky scent of her weed. her citrusy cologne, sweet tea mixed with vodka that swirls in her black flask. the windows become cloudy, hiding the lustful affair behind its mist.

white soles of her scuffed black converse are planted on her dash, the rubber decorated with her drawings and your calligraphy. you kneel between her thighs, black jeans pooled around her ankles and your hands hooked over her knees. she whistles, inhaling her cloud as your tongue reaches that particular spongy spot in her pussy. her taste is your favorite. sweet and creamy, pearling from her soft folds.

the euphoria of her high always leaves her horny to the max, at some points, humping the air in hopes of far fetched friction. luckily, you were there for her to use. sex reeks in the hazy atmosphere, the warm lights of the parking garage dimmed by the foggy windows.

“baby,” she drawls out. her blunt hangs loosely between her fingers, hand on the back of your head, “need more.”

your cheek rests against her thigh, eyes glassed and rosy. full of lust fulled adoration. she looks so pretty above you. lips swollen, freckled cheeks flushed and eyes brimmed with the rosy hues of a dizzy haze.

she obsesses over the way your fingers disappear between her folds, hand coated with her milky release. her core grows numb but she still feels the tingling in her body as she curls her toes, kaleidoscope of pretty little butterflies in her stomach. she holds the blunt out to you, mouth falling open as she revels in the way you inhale it, pink gloss staining the ambered paper.

as you blow it out, your fingers curl and hook, hitting her soft spot at an unreal speed. she lets out a strangled scream, white knuckle grip on your hair as she squeezes her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. her juices squelching and shoot out to coat your chin, dripping down your chest to soak the white material of your top.

everything was better, prettier, when y’all were high.

REBLOGS AND INTERACTIONS APPRECIATED

[ripcupid]

soft make out sessions with Ellie listening to 80s love songs 🤍

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ Hell N Back

➤ little Ellie blurb.

➤ Please send me ideas for a summer au for either Joel or Ellie.

Ellie sits up on her elbow, looking down at your sleeping face. She stares for a moment, eyes trailing down your body covered partially by the blanket. She brushes strands of hair off your face, kissing your cheek ever so gently before slipping out of the bed. 

She tiptoes across the room making her way over to the shelf. She skims over her collection of records, looking back to make sure you’re still asleep. Her breathing bitches as she watches you turn in your sleep. She carefully pulls out your favorite vinyl and places it on the record player. You start to stir at the sound of music flowing throughout the room, groaning as you slowly wake up. You call out Ellie’s name softly making her scramble back to the bed. 

“I'm right here, baby,” she whispers, crawling back under the covers with you. You pull yourself closer to her, tucking your face in her chest. She strokes your hair as you grumble into her chest. “I can’t understand you.” 

You pull away from her chest and look up at her with a pout, “You woke me up,” you say with a slight whine in your voice still half asleep making Ellie chuckle softly.

“I’m sorry,” she says, planting a soft kiss on your pouty lips, “but you just looked so cute.” You sigh, laying on your back to let your sleepy brain catch up with your body. Ellie leans over and rests her head on your chest, tracing lazy circles on your hip. You run your fingers through her hair, enjoying the feeling of her weight against you. Ellie sits up slightly, pushing the straps of your shirt off your shoulders, planting soft kisses on your collarbone. You feel a shiver run down your spine as she moves her lips up to your neck, her breath warm against your skin. You can't help but let out a breathy sigh as she leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses along your jawline. 

You tangle your hand in her hair, pulling her to your lip for a slow, passionate kiss. You cup her face in your hands, deepening the kiss as you feel her body press against yours. Ellie's hands slowly trace down your chest, settling on your hips, gripping them tightly as she pulls you closer. You break the kiss, gasping for air as Ellie's lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. She pops her head up, looking at you with a sweet smile as you hold her face in your hands. 

You brush your thumb over the crease between her eyebrows, trailing your thumb down her nose and across her lips. "I love you," you whisper, unable to resist the urge to kiss her again. You peck her lips continuously before pulling away, admiring the blush that spreads across her cheeks. Ellie chuckles dryly and leans in, meeting your lips eagerly. You wrap your arms around her neck, caressing the back of her head as you deepen the kiss. You don't pull away until you both need to catch your breath, wanting to savor the taste of her. As you pull away, she looks at you with a smile, her nose nudging your cheek as she leaves a lingering kiss there. 

"I love you too," she says softly, her hand reaching up to stroke your cheek before resting her head on your chest. You hold her close, instinctively wrapping your arms around her as you stroke her hair gently.

"I love this song," you say, suddenly breaking the comfortable silence, as the music continues to play in the background. 

"I know you do," she replies, smiling up at you as she traces circles on your chest. As the song ends, she leans in to kiss any part of you that she can reach. You cup her face bringing her back to your lips for a quick kiss. She tucks her head into your neck as the next song begins to play. The two of you lay there in comfortable silence once again, enjoying each other's company and the soft melody in the background.

[swftsp]

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