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The Zone Of Comfort || Joel Miller x fem!reader
Summary: As soon as Joel gets home, he has some concrete plans for what he'll do with you in his spare time
Warnings: SMUT
Word count: 1904
Authors: Cass & Fenrir
There was no way he could take his eyes off you, that was the truth.
Upon returning home, he dropped his bag on the floor and locked the door; he didn't even think about getting refreshed.
The day had been filled with scummy, dirty work, and he was not only exhausted, but wanted to get relaxed first and foremost. He started considering other ways of dealing with his condition after realizing that the pills mixed with the old whiskey he had kept in a secret stash under the wardrobe were no longer effective.
Then there you were, bustling in the kitchen, in his kitchen, looking goddamn fine.
The world was hard to find yourself in, everything you knew one day crumbled to dust, leaving nothing behind, forcing you to leave in every way you could. Joel's side wasn't always easy, but it didn't change your love for him.
As soon as you heard his backpack hit the ground, you perked up. Finally, he was home. "Joel, you're back! I got some good food, so let's have a nice meal together."
"No rats' meat today, huh?" He laughed slightly darker than he intended to, while he approached you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist from behind. "Missed me?" As he shifted your hair aside to kiss the crook of your neck, his breath was a blend of cigarette scent and warmth. "Because I certainly missed you, Y/N."
The thought of it turned your face into disgust, but you soon smiled as he kissed you. Your hand moved into his hair. "That's what I always do, you know." Suddenly, you turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I always miss you and I’m worried every time you're out."
With a smug smirk, he buried his face in your neck's crook, still kissing you there, grazing his rough lips across your soft skin. "Oh, did you miss me?"
"I missed you so much," you giggled, stroking his hair. "I think you missed me too."
You were picked up and placed on the kitchen counter by Joel as easily as if you were a leaf. His hands began to stroke your legs through your jeans instantly. "Prove it then, little one," he dared.
It's not that you were surprised, just that you didn't expect this right now. You gasped and rested your hands on his shoulders. ”You missed me that much?”
The man did not reply, instead he drew his head back and looked at you, his eyebrows cocked, a cocky smirk dancing across his lips. "As you can see."
A smile spread across your face as you gently touched his chest. "I bet you missed my moans when you fucked me," you teased and slowly removed your shirt. "I bet that's all you come back for."
As you took off your shirt, he watched your boobs bouncing a little without saying anything. "What do we have here?" He murmured, cupping one of your breasts and gently squeezing it, strongly but lightly enough to not hurt you in any way.
"Something you really like." When he touched you, you couldn't help but moan. "Dinner can wait. Since you're back, you deserve dessert." Following those words, you tossed your pants aside. There was nothing else on you except your panties as you sat before him.
After stroking your waist with calloused hands, he slipped one of his palms onto your thigh to massage the flesh there. "The little one is so eager today. Are you already wet for me, hmm? Are you getting aroused thinking of me taking you on a dinner table?" Asked Joel, once again kissing your neck, he applied his thumb to your clit and rubbed you there through your panties. "Oh, yes. You are fucking wet," he grinned at you, gently biting the flesh on your neck, leaving a hickey there, and slipping his index finger beneath the fabric of your undies.
A quiet gasp escaped your lips as you shuddered. "Yes, I was eagerly anticipating your return. I couldn't wait for your touch and love. I imagined you touching me each night before sleep and each morning when I awoke."
Taking a step back, Joel started to unbutton his flannel shirt and removed it soon, not breaking eye contact with you for a moment.
"And you said I'm eager," you teased, swinging your legs innocently while watching him with the same innocent smile.
Having tossed his shirt on the floor, he returned to you, wrapped one hand around your waist and helped your legs wrap around his waist before picking you up, grunting deeply.
"Am I getting too heavy for you?" You raised an eyebrow, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Or are you getting too old for this?"
He placed you hardly on the top of the kitchen table and pushed the papers off before he stared into your eyes. "Just the smell of your wet pussy makes me crazy, baby."
Angrily, you huffed at the papers spilling on the floor, turning your attention back to him. "Then prove it, not just talk about it and ignore my work."
As soon as he unclasped your bra, he took it off. As soon as he finished, his lips locked around one of your erected nipples while his hand pinched the other.
"Fuck," you groaned, pulling his hair carefully with your hands. "I missed this so much, and I needed it so badly."
The hand that pinched your nipple slowly moved down your body, soon reaching your panties' fabric. As his lips continued working on your nipple, he slipped his hand beneath your panties and viciously rubbed your clit.
In an effort to get closer to him, you moaned and arched your back. After being away for so long, you craved his touch more than ever. "Joel! Please, I need you."
In an instant, he moved and started kissing your lips hungrily, slowly sliding his middle finger into your pussy, moving it back and forth while making out with you. His free hand unzipped his fly and unbuckled his belt.
You moved your hands to help him, while kissing him back just as eagerly. You weren't going to let him dominate the kiss so easily now that he was back.
It made Joel grunt loudly, as your tiny hands were helping him with his jeans. Having slipped his finger out of you, he brought his hand to his lips, licking and tasting your wetness while gazing at you, almost naked on the kitchen table, with your best deer-eyes fixed on him. By pushing your panties aside, he uncovered your dripping pussy, already glistening with the wetness he spread all over your clit with his hand moments earlier. With his eyes traveling back to your face, Joel smirked. "Who's a good girl, huh? Who's already dripping for me?"
While biting your lip, you replied, "I'm a good girl. I'm always waiting for you and thinking about you."
Joel spat on his open palm and jerked his already erected cock several times before spreading your legs wide. After sliding his tip past your pussy lips gently, he pushed hard enough to bury his shaft deeply inside your wet core, grunting at the long missed tightness. "Fuck."
As he filled you up and stretched your walls, you hissed in delight. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. As you kissed him, you murmured, "Fuck indeed."
As he kissed your lips briefly, he grabbed your waist, and quickly began fucking you, grunting and groaning at various times, looking at the place where your bodies were connected to see the bulge forming within your abdomen whenever he was pushing his cock in. "I'm so impressed with you, little one, taking me so well. You're a fine young lady, aren't you?"
As you pressed your hand against the bulge, you let out a loud moan at the pleasure feeling that sent shivers down your spine. "I always take your cock so well whenever you need it. Fuck, I love it."
As he increased his pace a little, he picked up one of your legs and rested it against his broad shoulder, massaging your calf a little while squeezing one of your breasts. "So tight, I love it," he praised within a husky tone. Soon, he pulled out of you, pulled you off the table, turned you around and pressed hard on your back, so you had to lay face down on the table. "Stick your sweet ass up, sweetheart."
As a good girl, you nodded and raised your butt in appreciation. Obviously, you didn't stop yourself from rolling your hips for Joel just to tease him.
He spanked you a few times, leaving red marks on your buttocks. He snarled, grabbing his cock and rubbing its tip against your slick folds. He grunted, "Did I tell you I love your fucking ass?"
Nodding, you grabbed the edge of the table. "You did. Many, many times."
Joel wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you close as he slowly entered you once more. "Oh, fuck, I love it when you got so fucking tight." His other hand grabbed your left hip as he was slowly bucking his hips into you.
Your moaning became louder as you said, "And I am all yours to fuck however you want! I love this thick cock abusing my pussy.”
The hand slipped under your belly, holding you there, moved to rub on your clitoris as he fucked you in the steady pace.
It was impossible not to whimper in pleasure as he made endless promises and praises for how good you made him feel as you moaned his name so sweetly.
Your warmness mixed with wetness, and your pussy's tightness sent him on edge. Soon, his pushes turned sloppy, and he started grunting more and more. As Joel pulled out his throbbing dick from you, he turned you around and jerked his shaft several times before cumming on your belly. "Fuck, Y/N."
You sat up and used your finger to taste some of his cum while moaning sadly at the feeling of emptiness. Your arm encircled his hand as you hummed. "Feeling better, sweetie?”
He wiped the last drops of cum from the tip of his cock with his thumb and sucked it clean, glaring at your body, still shivering from the pleasure you both shared. As he rearranged his boxers and jeans and zipped his fly, he casually replied, "Yeah, of course, that's what I missed." It wasn't long before he touched your swollen pussy again, eliciting another groan from you. "I love you so much. You're my only source of comfort."
After getting off the table, you walked to the kitchen and found a rug there. Before returning to him, you cleaned yourself up and put on your clothes. Wrapping your arms around him, you looked up at his face. "I love you too, and I'm glad I can help you feel better."
One of his brows cocked up. "What the fuck are you doing getting dressed?"
You blinked, whispering, "Uhm... As I'm planning to finish the food now, I'd like to dress appropriately."
A smirk spread across his face as he touched your cheek and stared deeply into your eyes. "Food can wait," he told you. "There is still a lot to make up, and I am not done pledging you yet."
A small bouquet || Joel Miller x fem!reader
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Summary: when Joel presents you with flowers, it reminds you of the good old days when the world was different
Warnings: none
Word count: 532
Author: Fenrir
A/N: today’s prompt: presenting them with a bunch of flowers
"Even a simple roadside bloom is a creation of love, hopefully," Joel thought as he prepared a bouquet for his girlfriend. In the end, they were two people who had fallen to the wayside of society, on the edge of a world that was already in a state of decay. Since they had seen each other as unique and special blooms, he knew his lover would agree that this Valentine's Day bouquet was perfect, even though people stopped celebrating this holiday of love when pandemics struck.
He met your worried gaze at the door after returning from work later than usual that day. "I was worried about you, Joel, are you okay?" You asked him, walking straight to the hallway to see how he was doing.
Your cheek was instantly rubbed with his calloused palm as his thumb slid slowly across your soft, warm skin. "It's okay, babe. I promised you to stay outta trouble, and that's exactly what I'm doing," he assured, his tone somewhat husky.
You gave him a look that indicated you were far from believing him. It was clear to you that Joel was prone to troubles of all kinds, even if he didn't intend to be involved in them. You tilted your head again after noticing him hiding something behind his back carelessly. "What's that?"
His lips curled in a small, shy smile before he replied. "I have something for you."
The intrigue level had now reached a new level. Without asking any more questions, you waited for him to show you.
In a hesitant manner, Joel offered you the messy bouquet he had hidden behind his back. "You once told me that you miss the ordinariness of the old world, so I thought I would bring you some."
It was hard to believe what you were seeing. Joel, the toughest man you've ever met, gathered some flowers for you, and to do so, you were sure, he had to leave the quarantine zone. “Oh, Joel! You didn’t have to!” The bouquet was quickly accepted and brought close to your nose to smell the sweet, almost nauseating scent of those wild flowers. You mused sweetly, "Is there an occasion for them? Or was I just a good girl? They’re beautiful though." Joel placed one hand on your hip with a sigh. "If not for the fungus, today would be Valentine's Day."
As you parted your lips, an almost audible sigh escaped your mouth as you accepted Joel's explanation. He was more than right.
He rubbed your back gently and pulled you closer to his broad chest without saying a word. "I don't want to sound like an idiot or a wimp, but I will love you unconditionally, regardless of how tough times get. You are the only one who keeps me going."
While standing on your tiptoes, you kissed his stubbled jaw. "I love you too. I appreciate this beautiful gift, it brightened my day. Let me throw them in the water." Before heading to your tiny kitchen, you glanced at him over your shoulder. "I am grateful you have given me some kind of magic that I had thought had been lost for a long time."
Some ✨Hufflepuffs✨ that people like to stick into other houses for no reason:
-Joel from The Last of Us
-Jack Harkness from Doctor Who
-Anakin “don’t do that” Skywalker from Star Wars
Here’s a fun one no one will understand:
-Aral Vorkosigan from the Vorkosigan Saga
(1) & (2) from The Last of Us Part II PS5 (2024)
(3) & (4) from The Last of Us Part I PS5 (2023)
Yesterday I met Troy Baker, he signed my Tlou2 steelbook 💕 I love you so much Joel Miller.
tag your traumatized man comfort character
Can we talk about Pedro's outfit in that roundtable interview!!!?? What an excellent choice - it's modest, it's stylish, it's a good fit for the context. 😍😍
I reckon when you do this sort of interview, you don't want to take the spotlight from all the other actors, hence no striking colours or florals or anything over-the-top.
Plus, our husband is looking extra broad in that dark top 🥵🥵
oh my GOD. finally people are delving into the world of piss. this was fucking amazing and so hot i can’t. he’s so reassuring and sweet but at the same time so dominant and assertive. FUCK.
Something New (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+)
An optional [standalone] installment of dom!joel Previous Parts: | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
pairing: dom/brat tamer!joel miller x fem!reader summary: Joel wants to introduce you to a new kink warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] no!outbreak, age gap (Joel is 56, reader is 25), watersports (piss!kink), golden shower, established dom/sub relationship, daddy!kink, degradation!kink, humiliation!kink, praise!kink, facial, brief unprotected piv, creampie, brief cockwarming, Joel being v fluffy, reader is shorter than joel and has hair, for possibly the first time ever me glossing over the actual sex. word count: ~3.6K | ao3 warning: PLEASE READ THE TAGS. We’re entering some uncharted territory for me and, from what I’ve seen, most of the fandom. I know this isn’t for everyone!! Please don’t read if you KNOW it won’t be for you! But I’m not trying to be edgy. Don’t want anyone to have the worst day on their blog. So please proceed with caution. But if you’re willing to give it a try, thank you! a/n: Since this is not everyone’s cuppa, I wrote this as an optional fic in my dom!joel series, but it can also be read as a standalone for anyone wanting to dip their toes in this kink 👀 Masterlist | Kofi
“Looking mighty pensive over there.”
Joel’s head breaks free of the hand cupping his chin as he swivels to look at you where you sit on the other end of the couch, your legs extended toward him. “Mmm?”
You give a short laugh and poke his thigh with your big toe. “Look like you’re somewhere else right now. Take me with you.”
Joel’s expression goes sheepish, reaching out to stroke a hand over your bare foot affectionately. “I’m here, babygirl. Don’t you worry.”
“I like to think I know you better than that. What’s up?”
Joel takes a hefty breath and squeezes your foot. “Just thinkin’ about somethin’.”
“About…?”
His eyes flicker from your face to the couch, nervous in a way you haven’t seen him in a while. “Not real sure how you’re gonna react to it, ‘f I’m bein’ honest.”
Your brow furrows in concern as you sit up, leaning in to place your hand over his and slot your fingers together. “What’s the story, cowboy?”
He sighs and brings your entwined hands to his mouth, kissing the back of yours. “Just thinkin’ about one of the items on my list.”
“Oh?”
“Just somethin’ i'd really like to try, ‘f you’d let me.”
“Well, lay it on me. I already know what’s on that list, you’re not gonna shock me.”
“‘S true, I ‘s’pose,” He acknowledges with a nod. Then Joel is shifting, shuffling fully onto the couch until he’s hovering over you, hands bracketing your head on the armrest and knees straddling your waist. He bows his head down to steal a warm, passionate kiss from your lips, you falling pliant into the couch at his attention. He brushes your nose with his as he asks, “You recall number thirty-four?”
Even without Joel’s overwhelming presence above you, your addled brain wouldn’t be able to scrounge up that information. So you just shake your head.
“A certain special kind of…” Joel trails off to nip at your neck before whispering in your ear, “Shower.”
The tumbleweeds in your head start to clear as another image presents itself. And you know exactly what he’s referring to.
“Oh.”
“Oh,” Joel affirms, sucking kisses into your neck as he gives you a moment to process.
“Fuck, I can’t think with you doing that, daddy,” You protest breathily, swallowing the sudden influx of saliva flooding your mouth at his ministrations.
He chuckles softly against your neck and plants one more peck before pulling away to look back at you. “That better?”
And you’d love to think it is, but just him looking at you like that, the heat buried in his eyes and the sexy lines of his face, doesn’t have you thinking the most clearly. You slowly ease yourself upright, Joel shifting back to accommodate you, granting you some space. You cup his cheek with one hand, studying his face.
“So you want to pee on me?” You state simply, mussing with Joel’s bottom lip. He breaks into a grin and bites playfully at the side of your thumb.
“I just might.”
You did know that had been on his list as a “yes”. Yours remained as a very tentative “maybe”. It had almost been a flat-out “no”, but there hadn’t been many things on that list you had actually put that down for, and something about Joel made almost everything an “up for discussion” option for you. So you’d scribbled it out at the last minute in favor of your current “maybe”.
But the prospect of it…you really are undecided. You’ve seen it every now and again slipped into different porns you’ve watched when you weren’t expecting it and…well, the idea doesn’t seem like the most unappealing thing. Particularly if it’s Joel who would be administering it. Yet you still grapple with a small block in your brain that…Joel wants to piss on you.
You’ve never even seen Joel piss before, not really. Maybe out of the corner of your eye in the bathroom in the mornings when you've slept over, but you’ve never watched him. And you’ve absolutely never fantasized about what it would feel like on your skin. What the reality of that would be.
But Joel’s interest in it has you interested. So you decide to delve.
Your teeth pull at your lip as you look over his face. “Could you maybe…tell me why? From your perspective?”
“I can certainly try,” He mumbles as he kisses the bitten skin of your thumb. He takes your hand in his again and holds it in his lap. “For me, I think, what draws the appeal is the total submission.”
“Oh, am I not submissive enough for you yet?” You tease, nipping a kiss onto his scruffy chin.
“Pain in my ass 24/7,” He rebuttals, pinching your chin between his fingers in retaliation and capturing your lips in another brief, fiery kiss. As he continues his justification, his breath fans out over your lips and face. “I want you covered in me. I want you on your knees, soaked head to toe in my spit, come, and piss and every combination in between. See how prissy you are then.”
Shit.
“I think you’d look so goddamn pretty covered in me. So doe-eyed and vulnerable. Such a beautiful, desperate little slut.”
“Y-yeah?” You stutter out.
You swallow thickly as his words settle right between your legs. And the way he lays it out for you has you seeing his side pretty clearly. Has your skin growing hot and your pussy growing wet. His eyes bore into yours and you can see the moment he can tell that he’s got you.
He retains his hold on your chin as he looks down on you. “What do you think, babygirl? You want daddy to own you like that? Degrade you, humiliate you like that?”
“M-maybe,” You mumble, trying to hold out on him just a little longer before you cave at the slightest push.
“Maybe? Maybe you wanna be daddy’s little whore who does whatever he says? Maybe you wanna be his little piss slut?”
You give a stilted nod and a shaky, “Maybe.”
Joel’s jaw shifts as he quirks an eyebrow at you. “A ‘maybe’ is just a ‘no’ until it’s a ‘yes’, babygirl. Can’t do shit with ‘maybe’.”
You do your best to mull it over in your head, despite you already knowing the answer. You play the image in your mind, what you imagine it would be like. On your knees in the shower, gazing up at him as that shoots out of his cock and onto your skin. The warmth of it, the taboo, the true humiliation. Him completely fucking owning you in a way you never thought you’d let him.
Your voice is muted, but sure, as you say, “Yes.”
A wicked smile crosses his face as he caresses your cheek. “That’s my girl.”
“But-but I have some stipulations,” You interject, pushing past your instinct to just let him do it right here, right now, consequences be damned.
“Stipulate away.”
You capture his eyes with your own, and he waits patiently for you to share your thoughts.
“Ok. First, I want some preparation time. So, in other words, not tonight.”
“Damn,” He mutters, but ultimately nods, “Okay.”
“Mainly because I want you hydrated. Like, freakishly hydrated, please. At least the first time we do it.”
Joel rolls his eyes a little, but nods again. “We can discuss that a little more after the first time. After we get you acclimated.”
Your nose crinkles. “Why?”
“Don’t worry about it right now. I will be hydrated as a goddamn fish the first time, babygirl. What else?”
You opt not to think too much about what he could be implying with that comment and press onward. You take a breath and reassure your gaze on his as you insist, “Not in my mouth.”
Joel’s face immediately pinches in disappointment, and he counters with, “What about on your mouth? Just across your lips. No requirement to taste it.”
You pout your lips to the side in consideration. Your mind likes the idea of Joel degrading you that way, but you’re hesitant about the actual taste. You don’t have much of a clue what to anticipate on that front, but if he says you don’t have to taste it, you suppose you can let him have that much. You finally sigh and nod. “Okay. That’s fine. I can compromise on that.”
“Yeah? You sure?”
“You trying to talk me out of it, cowboy?” You challenge with a cheeky smile.
He holds his hands up with a shake of his head. “Not at all. Just don’t want you to feel pressured, babygirl.”
“I don’t feel pressured. This is my decision. And I know we can reevaluate at any time if we need to. I’m just feeling this out for now.”
Joel offers you a gentle smile and a stroke to your cheek. “Understood, babygirl.”
You take another weighted breath and then nod. “Then that’s all I have at the moment.”
“Okay,” Joel relays resolutely, gripping your jaw in his hand and burrowing his heated gaze into yours. “In that case, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk, right fuckin’ now. Right on this fuckin’ couch. Got any stipulations about that?”
You don’t.
And he shows you how grateful he is for your acquiescence one deep stroke and dirty whisper at a time.
—
The night comes three days later, over the weekend where you have ample time to spend together. Joel abides by his promise, and you spy him downing several full bottles’ worth of water throughout the day. Whenever he catches you staring as he sips, he gives you a sly little wink.
By the time you’re both stripped naked and he has you bent over the edge of his bed in the evening, stuffed full to the brim of his cock, you’re feeling wired and almost desperate for the new experience.
“Oh shit, daddy’s comin’, baby. Get on those fuckin’ knees,” He commands as he pulls out of your spent cunt, and you slide off the edge of the bed and onto your knees in front of him. He tilts your chin up with one hand as he strokes himself off, finally shooting his come all over your face with a feral grunt. Thick ropes paint across your nose, lips, and eyelashes.
Joel brushes a finger against your lash to rid what he can from getting into your eye and pushes the digit into your mouth for you to suck clean.
“Good girl, baby. So pretty like this.”
You lax the suction around his finger, only for him to press firmly down on your tongue with his thumb. Your eyelids flutter as you look up at him.
He serves you a no-nonsense look as he stares you down. “Don’t you touch that come on your lips. Not a single swipe of that tongue. We clear?”
Robbed of speech, you just nod.
“I got other plans for that mess,” He mutters as he releases your tongue to haul you off the ground by the arm. “Bathroom.”
You stumble after him as he pushes into the en-suite. You watch, vibrating with an anxiousness that vacillates between truly nervous and excited, as he carefully folds a clean towel and deposits it on the floor of the open shower cubicle. He nods towards the makeshift cushion and instructs you to kneel.
You nimbly step into the shower and drop to your knees, deeply grateful for the additional padding. Joel latches the glass door behind him, a loose fist around his semi-hard cock as he stands before you, looking down on you where you remain in complete subservience.
“This what you want, babygirl?”
You nod up at him.
“I need a ‘yes daddy’.”
“Yes, daddy,” You utter, eyes not able to choose between taking in his cock or his face.
“‘Yes, daddy’ what?” He presses, massaging his balls gently.
“Yes, daddy, please piss on me.”
“Good girl,” He rasps, prolonging the vowels in his response. “If you don’t like it, you safeword, and I stop. No questions. Like always. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” You recite back.
“Okay. Keep those lips closed nice and tight unless you want a big surprise, baby,” He warns, his eyes shuttering closed and a breathy moan gracing his lips as he feels a much different release approaching.
As soon as he feels it cascading out the tip, his eyes snap back open to take in the sight of you being hit with his piss for the first time. The stream shoots straight for your chin, and you instinctively tighten up your face, drawing your lips and eyelids closed.
It is warm, as you’d anticipated. Kind of hot, actually. A rapidly cooling 98.6 degrees pelting your skin. And it’s…fuck, it’s nice. It’s a pleasant feeling, despite the reality of the substance.
Joel laughs breathily as the stream of piss streaks down your neck and across your peaked nipples.
“Open those eyes, babygirl. Watch what daddy’s doin’ to his little girl.”
You somewhat reluctantly force them open and are met with the sight of Joel’s fingers looped around the outrageous thickness of his still-softening cock, and the nearly clear liquid jettisoning from the slit onto your already slick tits. You whimper shamelessly at the sensation as Joel smirks open-mouthedly at your reaction.
“There we go. That’s what I thought. Knew you’d be a good little piss bitch.”
You whine as you dip a hand between your legs, rubbing at your sore, damp clit as streams of Joel’s piss rush down your stomach.
“Gonna clean my come off your face now. Shut tight,” He reminds, and you nod as you squeeze your lips together. With that, he takes a step forward and tilts the head of his cock upward, squirting you directly on the mouth with his hot piss.
Another whimper escapes the back of your throat as he sprays off the pearly evidence of his load from your cheeks and nose.
“Fuck, that’s so sexy, babygirl. Takin’ it so good for me,” He encourages as his warmth splatters your face and into your hairline. “Fuckin’ dirty girl, doin’ this for your daddy, huh?”
You want to answer but don’t dare risk the consequences, opting to nod aggressively instead as you squeeze your tit with your hand and grind against your fingers desperately.
Joel groans as his stream starts to sputter out, spewing shorter and shorter jets of his hot, sterile filth onto your skin. He crowds your space, resting the slit of his cock on the tip of your upturned chin as he milks himself empty and spills out the last of his piss in dribbling rivulets down the expanse of your neck.
Your gasps go hungrier as your fingers rub at your clit, Joel tapping the urine-soaked head against your chin.
“You gonna come again with daddy’s piss dripping down your clit, baby? Show daddy what a good little whore you are. Come on those piss-drenched little fingers,” He orders, and that’s all it takes for you to scream out your orgasm, getting the briefest taste of his heady, forbidden spend on your lips as they part, hurtling you over the edge.
“Shit, baby,” He pants out, slapping his hand against the wall of the shower and breathing like he just ran a lap rather than expelled a normal bodily function. “Been holding that in all fuckin’ day for you, pretty girl.”
You stare up at him with wide eyes and dare to dart your tongue across your lips, sampling the taste of him on your skin. You see his expression collapse into one of pure, devastating desire at the act, extending a hand to glide across your dripping cheek and over your damp lip.
You open up wider, answering the unasked question on his face, and he slips it into your mouth with an aroused curiosity in his features. You suck on him diligently, wetly, savoring the way his fluids and his flesh meld together on your tastebuds. Enjoying it more than you thought you might.
It helps exponentially that it’s him. It’s your dom, feeding you a part of himself. Your desire to please him, give him whatever he wants, flooding your mind with your own reciprocal pleasure. You feel so secure being at his mercy, bending your will to his, that in this moment you feel like you would do anything for this man. Not a doubt in your mind that he knows what is best for you, knows what you’ll love even before you know it yourself.
“Such a good girl,” He croons, crouching down to your level. You can see the small battle in his head as his eyes remain fixed on your mouth, then the decision being made as he pulls you forward by the jaw and places a soft, plush, chaste kiss to your lips. He falls away with a soft laugh and his forehead pressed to yours. “That wouldn’t be worth tasting anywhere but off your lips, babygirl.”
“It’s not so bad,” You admit bashfully, running your nose along his. “No part of you could be bad, daddy.”
“No part of you neither, baby. And daddy is so pleased with you. You did so good, princess. So obedient. Lettin’ daddy teach you somethin’ new.”
“I don’t know if it’s something I wanna do all the time, but…” You trail off, but Joel shakes his head, his nose bumping against yours as he refuses to separate from you.
“Only on real special occasions. I agree.”
Joel drops to a wide stance on his knees, enveloping you in his arms and holding you close to him, kissing your head.
“Will you wash me?” You whisper into him as your fingers fiddle with the sparse hair on his chest.
Joel gives a sigh filled with contentment as he wends his fingers through the hair at your scalp. “Do whatever you want me to, precious girl. You earned it.”
He washes you tenderly, massaging your head as he lathers in your shampoo, kissing down your shoulder as your body wash is rinsed away. Delicately cleaning the folds of your pussy with the hot water and kickstarting a warm pool in your belly with his calloused fingers which he decidedly does no further tending to, even as he washes himself down and you beg into the humid air for him to fuck you again.
He dries you with a fluffy towel and offers you another for your damp hair. When you’re both settled in bed, he pulls your back into his chest and tangles his legs with yours, peppering your clean skin with more kisses.
“Daddy? Can I ask you something?”
“‘Course, baby.”
“You mentioned we could discuss the whole…hydration thing later. When we were setting the ground rules.”
“I did,” He affirms, grazing his teeth along your skin and raising the hair on your arm in response.
“What did you mean by that?”
Joel doesn’t speak for a beat. Then murmurs, “You really wanna know?”
“Yes, please.”
“Well,” He begins, tightening his hold around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder, “That’s a bit of that darker side of me shinin’ through, I think. Y’know, likin’ when you do shit cause I tell ya to, not because you like it. Knowin’ that you’re gonna shut up and take it, no fuss. ‘F I tell you to, you’re gonna get on your knees like a good girl and take my mornin’ piss right on your face, and it don’t matter what I had to drink the night before.”
That has your pussy tingling at just the thought of it. Now that you’ve done it, now that the threshold has been crossed, the two of you can start to experiment with it. Add on another layer of humiliation to his domination when he sees fit.
“Know you’re gonna do what daddy tells you and take it on the chin,” He kisses your collarbone. “And on your cheeks,” He teases, a kiss to your shoulder. “And those perfect tits,” A kiss to your throat. “And anywhere else daddy decides to put it.” A final, bruising kiss to your neck.
“I see,” You reply, struggling to keep your composure at the new prospect.
“Do you, now?” He rumbles in your ear with a smug satisfaction in his voice, his tongue and teeth now fussing with your earlobe.
You moan, rocking your hips back into him. “Please put your cock in me, daddy.”
He exhales through his nose, a smile pressed into your skin. “Three orgasms really not enough for you tonight?”
“Don’t need to come again. Just wanna feel you inside.”
“Yeah? Need daddy to fill you up again?”
“Yes, please,” You gasp as Joel rolls his hips into your ass, his cock hardening against you. “You said whatever I want, remember?”
“Damned if I didn’t, I guess,” He admits, already looping his arm under the back of your knee to create some space for him.
“Thank you, daddy,” You sigh out as he notches at your opening again, your pussy sucking him back in easily with the memory of him already imprinted against your walls.
When he bottoms out inside you, he stills, keeping his leg between yours as he releases your leg to rest on top of his. “Just relax, babygirl,” He mutters, smoothing a hand down your side. “Can drift off if you want. Daddy’s gonna take his time on this one. Just want you to keep him warm.”
“‘Kay,” You mumble, finding his hand and pulling it in your own across your stomach.
And you do let yourself drift, full of Joel in so many senses of the word as he pumps into you with a lazy, intermittent grace until he finally unloads into your cunt and keeps you plugged as you keep him warm. Completely and utterly his.
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My pretty men - part 3
Yeah because SW and OUAT fandoms deserve those too 😝😘
I be simping HARD for this man!! Can’t wait for the new episode of Sunday!!
(Art not mine full credit to Ducky draws art)
Hi all, so I’m going to be taking part in Kinktober this year, I’m just a little bit behind at the moment. I am planning to be all caught up by the end of this weekend though!! I’ll be putting up a Masterlist first so you know what you’re going to get, but I’ll be taking requests for the last couple of days in October so send an ask over if there’s anything in particular!
Kinktober 2024 - Masterlist
Hi all! So I'll be linking all of my fics here - if you saw my other post already you'll know I'm a little behind but planning to catch up by the end of the weekend! Let me know if there are any requests for the last few days, and also let me know if you want to be on the tallest for any chapters !! I'll also be posting them on AO3 if you would prefer to see them on there! As usual, MDNI 18+ only, and all of this will be NSFW!
Main Masterlist | AO3
First time - Qimir/The Stranger (The Acolyte)
Breath play - Logan/Wolverine (X-men)
Aphrodisiacs/sex pollen - Billy Butcher (The Boys)
Body worship - Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)
Face fucking - Frank Castle/The Punisher (Marvel)
One night stand - Nanami Kento (JJK)
Secret relationship - Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)
Forbidden relationship - Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)
Hate sex - Joel Miller (The Last Of Us)
Mile high club - Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)
Public - Din Djarin/ The Mandolorian (Star Wars)
Voyeurism - Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr/Professor X and Magneto (X-men)
Overstimulation - Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier (Marvel)
Threesome - Matt Murdock and Frank Castle/Daredevil and The Punisher (Marvel)
Thigh riding - Din Djarin/The Mandalorian (Star Wars)
Cockwarming - Billy Butcher (The Boys)
Student - teacher - Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Praise kink - Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto (X-men)
Degradation - Loki (Marvel)
Impact play - Logan/ Wolverine (X-men)
Wax play - Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)
Sensory deprivation - Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)
Bondage - Gojo Satoru (JJK)
Edging - Qimir/The Stranger (The Acolyte)
Pain kink - Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)
Dom-sub - Joel Miller (TLOU)
Mutual Masturbation - Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)
Somnophilia/free use - Din Djarin/The Mandalorian (Star Wars)
Knife play - Frank Castle/The Punisher (Marvel)
Free hit
Free hit
Day 9: Hate Sex
Joel Miller x you
Contents: fem!reader x Joel Miller (TLOU), smut, kinda dubcon (??), not well edited
W/C: 1.4k
I love Pedro Pascal and I love Joel so here we go!!
Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3
"Oh Joel, why are you so angry?" you muttered, watching as he gritted his teeth. You moved towards him slowly until you were a breath from his face, eyes boring into his. "It wasn't me who messed up that deal. It was my brother. I'm just the messenger…"
"Bullshit," he spat. "Tess told me you were there, and I'm inclined to believe her, not you."
"Look, if you wanted the goods so badly, you should've come yourself…"
"It was a fucking deal, and you went back on it."
"Not my choice."
"You play so fucking innocent," he muttered, venom in his tone as he moved slightly closer.
"You know exactly what you're doing."
"And what's that?" The air was charged suddenly, and you couldn't help but flirt a little. You enjoyed pissing him off, and you could see his anger, but you also couldn't deny how insanely attracted you were to him—especially when he was angry.
"You're…" You edged closer again, just inches from him, and watched as he tried to get his words out, eyes scanning your face. "Trying to get a rise out of me."
"Am I?" You glanced at his lips pointedly, and he maintained the same infuriating eye contact. There was such intense hate seeping from him, and you couldn't help but smile.
"You're insufferable." You swallowed, questioning your next move, but then you glanced down to see the tent in his trousers.
"You sure about that?" He snapped, forearm against your collarbones and pressing you against the door with a force that almost winded you. You laughed at the outward display of aggression, but he cut you off as his lips smashed into yours. It was violent and instinctual, his arm moving to the base of your neck. You gasped up into the heat of his mouth as he applied some pressure there. He growled as your body responded, leg wrapping around his waist and hips grinding into his.
You couldn't breathe, his lips continuing to press against yours combined with his forearm against your neck, and it just made you buck into him more. He laughed darkly into your mouth, the taste of him frustrating you. You had started this. Teasing him. Goading him. Trying to get him to snap. And now that he had, you wanted to play hard to get, to resist him, to carry on hating him… but you couldn't. Your body was betraying you.
It wasn't until your nails dragged down his forearm that he let up, the sudden access to air making you moan just as the hot furnace of his mouth left yours and fell to the sore spot on your neck where his arm had been.
"What are you doing…" you finally managed to gasp between whimpers, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as his own pressed your hips firmly to the wall.
"Just shut up," he grumbled, pulling you harshly from the wall and pushing you towards the bed. You had been flipped over before you could say anything else, and you couldn't help but grin as you felt his hand come down across the back of your ass.
You were glad he was being ruthless. If you were being honest with yourself, you had wanted to fuck Joel for a long time—something about his low, Texan drawl and slutty jeans that made you press your legs together. But you just wanted to fuck him. In this world, there was no space for relationships, just animalistic, filthy, hateful sex. You wanted to be used, to be thrown around to his liking, to be spanked and choked and slapped because if you fucked like that and never really spoke, there would be no room for feelings.
You were so caught up in the moment that you barely registered Joel's hands grabbing at your pants. With fumbling fingers, you managed to undo the button, allowing him to swiftly slip them off your ass. The cool air hit your exposed skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Without warning, his hand cracked against the soft flesh of your backside. This time, the impact was more intense, a sharp sting that radiated outward. A feral moan escaped your lips, and you instinctively pressed yourself back towards him, craving more of his touch.
The back of your thighs made contact with his own, the heat from his body seeping into yours. You could feel the hard length of his shaft pressing insistently against your folds, the thin fabric of your underwear doing little to mask the sensation. Unable to resist, you ground back into him, relishing in the friction. The movement provided a slight relief from the relentless aching in your core, but it only made you want him more.
“Jesus, fuck me, Joel.” You groaned as you continued to press into him, and he just shoved you against the bed in response, leaving you face down in the sheets.
“Just shut up.” He grumbled and you started to situate yourself. You moved to your hands and knees, how you’d assumed he’d want you, but he pressed you down and forwards, tearing off your underwear and climbing on top of you. You were completely at his mercy. His body weight was on you, you were pressed to the bed on your stomach, completely flat, only really able to lift your head. You even couldn’t see what he was doing. You should be scared. But you weren’t. For some reason, even though you fucking despised him, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. Well, not without reason.
There was no warning as he grabbed you roughly by your hips, so tight it was painful, slightly pulling them up and positioning you just right before sheathing himself into you completely in one swift, merciless thrust. The noise that was pulled from your throat was primal and unrestrained, almost a scream as every inch of his think member sunk into your core. He was big, so much bigger than you expected, and the sudden intrusion left you aching and gasping for air. You ached from taking all of him so quickly, but it was a good ache, a delicious fullness that had you seeing stars as he hit that perfect spot inside you. His own groan was addictive, deep and animalistic, a sound that reverberated through you. He tried to muffle it by sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your shoulder, the sharp pain making your cunt clench involuntarily around him, drawing another low growl from his throat.
He dropped your hips, one hands moving to your hair, gripping it tightly at the roots and twisting, forcing your head down against the bed. His other hand remained planted firmly beside you, supporting his weight as he loomed over you. You really couldn’t move now, hands scrabbling for purchase as he pulled out slowly, the drag of his cock against your sensitive walls almost unbearable. Then, without mercy, he slammed back into you, setting a punishing rhythm that left you gasping and whimpering beneath him. Your body was no longer your own, your total lack of composure making every sensation stronger and more devastating, every single one of your muscles turning to jelly, head spinning. You could feel the pressure building embarrassingly quickly, your impending orgasm coiling tightly in your core, and he could feel it too.
“Getting close there, doll.” He growled out, voice breathy, and you grit your teeth.
“Fuck… You… Joel..” You could barely breathe, using the last of your breath and focus to cuss him out, gasps and moans in between each word giving you away. It a few more smacks across your ass, the skin there feeling red raw and he grabbed the soft flesh, using it as a handle almost to pull you back into his hips. It worked, and within moments you had locked up, pussy pulling him further into you as pleasure washed over you. It was white hot, skin tingling all over as he continued to fuck you through it.
You were shaking by the time you were done, every thrust into you sending jolts through your body of building pleasure and overstimulation.
“Joel…” you muttered, a pathetic whine that escaped before you could catch it.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He moaned sarcastically. “You feeling sensitive?”
It was going to be a long night.
Sorry I haven't posted part two to My Pretty Flower... I've been really busy and stressed but I promise that I am working on it! It just might take a while... I love all of you and hope that you're all doing ok! In the meantime, here's some fan art of Joel Miller(Pedro Pascal) and Philza! I drew Joel and @silnebula drew Phil! I hope you like them! Anyway, have a good time, and I hope you're all ok! 💜💜💜💜
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Ok so! I am still working on My Flower, actually got chapter 2 done, just have to transfer it onto here because I wrote it on paper. But I will get that out soon, but I have a few fic ideas for The Last of Us cause I love it! Plus I'm thinking about doing some fics about Ghost because I love their music and love them in general. But I have a Joel x daughter! Reader fic idea that I'mma start working on after I post My Flower so be prepared to see the newest chapter soon! And I am going to continue to work on that but I've kind of lost motivation for that, and I don't really have a whole lot of ideas as of right now, but I ain't abandoning it. Thank you for your patience! And I love y'all so much, don't forget to get proper sleep and eat and to drink some water today!
Edit: Y'all might have to wait a little longer for My Flower because I have apparently lost an ENTIRE PAGE of writing and now I have to try and remember what I wrote because it's in the middle.....
HAS ANYONE READ A SMUT ABOUT JOEL MILLER WHERE HE'S IN AN OPEN RELATIONSHIP!?!?
I can't find this one smut of Joel miller where he's in an open relationship and he brings reader home and fucks her and his wife is just like, watches for a little bit then leaves and I'm in love with it but I can't find it and I just wanna read it againnnn
I'm legitimately gonna cry if I can't find it because it's been on my mind none stop
i cannot stress this enough: hbo joel and ellie are so fucking funny to me the way they’re like two feral cats 0.5 milliseconds away from duking it out at any given time.
like game joel really only ever gets mildly annoyed with her until their argument in jackson (or for that quick second after she tries to bring up tess). hbo joel on the other hand is absolutely ready to throw hands with a fourteen year old – verbally and physically at a moment's notice. he's 56. he's grown. do you think that's stopping him from duking it out with a middle schooler? absolutely not. this show is rated tv-ma but his hands are tv-g for general audiences, ellie damn well included.
