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pairings: stepdad! joel x fem! reader

tags: game joel or hbo joel as usual, making out, pent up anger, confusion, reader does not know how to regulate her emotions, feelings of regret, shame, heartache, no outbreak au, ellie doesn't exist, joel did NOT meet reader before she turned 18, realizations of love, stepcest (but without smut bc no smut), kinda sheltered! reader but she's not stupid

word count: 2,537

summary: after being mean to joel for so long, you begin to regret it and realize that you love him...

a/n: ok no smut because this is supposed to be more tender and shi. lowkey some parts made me cry fr. also may be a part 2, would yall want that or no?

joel had met your mother when you were a senior in high school, and since you were still bitter from your mom and dad's divorce, you let joel have it every chance you could. that day when your mom brought him in from the kitchen as you walked through the door, backpack still on your shoulder; you remembered it like it was yesterday...

"honey, there's someone i want you to meet." she smiled before stepping to grab his hand, interlocking her fingers with his thick ones. your eyes drifted from your mother's excited face to the older man she was so desperately hanging on to. his face was withered, but he wasn't bad looking, his figure seemed to fill out the brown flannel he wore underneath a brown corduroy jacket. he had a lot of salt peppered throughout his hair, mainly at his temples and amongst the hair on his face.

"hey, kiddo. name's joel." that word made you cringe and it showed on your face, paired with the anger and irritation you felt towards your mother for not even at least warning you that a strange man would be at home waiting to meet you.

"whatever, thanks for telling me, mom." your tone filled with sarcasm as you rush past them and go to your room upstairs.

you had hoped after your first year of college (which was an all-girls school), that they would break up or something.

'maybe he'd cheat.' you'd thought, but then felt bad after thinking that, not really wanting to see your mom hurt like that. you were unpleasantly surprised when you came home the summer after your freshman year to find out that they got married at the courthouse.

"you did what?!" your eyebrows shot up as you listened to your mother explain the whole story to you.

"honey, we didn't want to upset or worry you while you were away at school! i know that your father and i are a sensitive subject—"

"oh so you told joel, 'hey let's go get married and not tell her'?" you interrupted her, rolling your eyes. "okay, whatever. you guys already did it, there's no going back." you say whilst shrugging your shoulders, not really accepting it.

and oh, did you let joel know.

since it was easier to just leave your car on campus since it was kind of far away, when you came home, you had no transportation of your own. your mom needed her car for work and joel needed his truck for his job. so, every time joel asked did you need a ride anywhere, you happily declined.

one morning, as you walked into the kitchen, your mom smiled at you. "goodmorning sweetheart."

"hi mom." you responded, walking around the kitchen island to grab a stool and sit on it. holding her coffee mug in both hands, she speaks again. "joel said he can take you to that coffee shop you love."

"no, mom it's fine. i'll just ask dinah to go with me." you quickly declined.

"oh, honey don't be like that. it'll be fun! it can be like a little father-daughter date!" she said excitedly, smiling bright. you forced yourself to smile.

"okay mom, he's not my dad."

"well, honey i know that. he's just trying to be there for you." she leans forward and strokes your hair softly, giving you that look. even though they had been married for 6 months now, you still couldn't get used to your real parents not being together anymore. you felt like that old man, joel, was trying to replace your father.

the father who never kept his promises or went through on his word. exhibit a: last week, he was supposed to come get you and go to the beach. guess what? he never showed. no phone call, no text, nothing.

joel found out from your mother and offered to take you to the beach, but you said no.

you and joel's relationship was just a bit...weird. he's not a bad person at all, you just can't seem to escape the grey-haired, strong, handyman slash construction manager who you always seemed to bump into in the kitchen, living room, hallway, etc.

even your bedroom.

one day, you came home from the new summer job you had just started at, and had a jumpscare when you pushed open your cracked bedroom door to see joel on his back underneath your bathroom sink, arms flexing as he held some tool in his hand.

"joel!" you shrieked his name so loud he jumped a bit, cocking his head to look at you standing in your room now.

"oh, sorry. i heard the sink leakin'." he softly spoke to you, resuming back to whatever he was doing under there.

footsteps accompanied by heavy boots pulled you out of your thoughts, your mom's face beaming brighter while looking at him. they shared a quick kiss before he turned to face you.

"you ready to go get coffee?" the question came out with sincerity.

the ride there was quiet, awkward even. the whole way you angled your body away from him, just staring at everything that passed by. joel tried to make small talk, but he eventually gave up at your quietness. you were still a little taken aback at the fact that he opened the passenger door for you before you left the house. and more taken aback as he opened the door to the place of business to let you walk in first.

'i literally hate him, why is he still being nice to me?' your thoughts swirled.

after you got in the short line, you saw his figure leave and go sit down at a table out of the corner of your eye. after telling your order to the cashier and paying with your debit card, you walked to where joel was sitting. the table was very small, forcing you to sit face-to-face and much closer to him than you would prefer.

after a beat of silence, your eyes trailed back to his face to find him already looking at you. "...so are you not gonna get anything?" you ask him and he shakes his head. "no, no. i just knew you had been wantin' to come back here."

the barista called out your order and your name and before you could stand up, joel beat you to it. "'s okay, i got it." he put out his hand to stop you.

'i mean it's just right there, i could've gotten it...'

he softly places the cup of light brown liquid, ice, and white foam on top down in front of you. after taking a sip of it, he questioned what it was.

"it's chai and vanilla cold foam." you simply told him to which he nodded. "so, how was your first year of college?" he asked, seemingly massaging his aching joints in his hand from all those years of working on construction sites. he explained this to you and that nowadays, he did the office work while tommy did a bulk of the labor.

"oh, um. it was fun." you say with less disdain, not knowing how to act because he was always so nice to you despite everything. he nodded again, turning his head to the side to people-watch for a little bit, causing you to inadvertently look at his side profile. he really wasn't a bad looking man..

'wait, what the fuck?'

you couldn't help but realize that, despite denying all you want, you were intrigued by him in a way. he's not your father, but he was just...there. all the time. you were curious about him because he was the only male figure you had in your day-to-day life. you subconsciously were learning how a man should look and act from him.

and it did not help that your roommates back at college thought he was "so hot".

"—hello?" you blinked back to reality, seeing joel wave his hand in front of your face to get your attention from zoning out. "uh, sorry what?" the usual stoic expression you kept just for joel was now gone, and you looked more like a deer in headlights.

"i just asked were you ready to go back home?" he motioned to nowhere in particular with his thumb.

you nod your head, seeming to can't find the words to respond.

that night, you cried yourself to sleep.

all the times you had back-talked joel, rolling your eyes at him, dismissing his feelings, declining anything he wanted to do for you, all came back at one time, making the tears come out faster. then you started to think about that time that your mom called you freaking out because joel hurt his arm on the construction site even after tommy told him not to. he was still healing during thanksgiving break and you wouldn't even help him open his pain meds when your mom was at work.

your heart clenched at the thought, wishing you could go back in time and be nicer to him. he was injured for goodness' sake. you tried to silence the rugged breaths that came out of your mouth as you cried so no one would hear in the house, but you guess you weren't very successful.

"darlin'?" there was a knock on your door. you quickly sniffled and wiped the tears off of your face, turned your back towards the door, and closed your eyes, pretending to be sleep.

you held your breath, praying that he would just go back to bed. after a minute, his footsteps retreated down the hallway and you heard the door close, letting out a breath. all you remember was that you went to sleep with a pounding in your head, one nostril that was now stopped up, and an aching in your heart.

the next morning, you felt a little better, getting a lot of that sadness out of your system you didn't even realize you had. the difference in how you acted was noticeable. you started letting joel give you rides to work and he was happy to do so. you asked him to fix anything that wasn't working in your room or bathroom. you started talking to him more.

then it progressed into a crush.

doodling his name in hearts in your journal that you took everywhere was the first mistake. it somehow slid out of your purse that you laid sideways on the counter before forgetting your phone charger upstairs that you hurried to go get.

when you were skipping back down, you froze, seeing joel with a mug in one hand, the other in his pocket, leaning over to read whatever was on the page.

your heart dropped to your stomach as you basically ran the few feet's distance to hurry and snatch the journal closed. "oh that's nothing!" you nervously laughed and stuffed it, along with your charger, back into your purse, heat rushing all throughout your body and face.

he had a look on his face you couldn't quite decipher. it was part shock, part confusion, and something else.

“oh that’s—that’s…dinah is always writing in my stuff…” you trailed off, trying to make the outrageous lie sound believable. joel didn’t say anything, just trailed his eyes across your face. “uh…can we go?” you ask, just wanting him to take you to work so you could wallow in your embarrassment for the next 8 hours during your shift.

all day, you thought about joel. it got so bad to the point that your manager had to ask were you okay. “oh yeah, i’m just tired.” is what you would say every time. you even blinked at a customer when you heard him say his name was also joel.

“huh?” you blurt out, caught off guard by just that name even though in the moment, it belonged to somebody else. the customer cocked his eyebrow in confusion. “it’s joe.”

“oh! i’m- i’m sorry.” you were so embarassed, writing his name on the ice cream cup before getting the flavors and toppings that he requested.

later when you saw joel’s truck pull up outside, you hesitated to walk out of the entrance door. biting the bullet, you walk out and climb into his truck.

“hey.” he says simply, his voice gruff.

“hi.” you meekly say as you pull the seatbelt over your shoulder and across your body to click it into place. as he drove, it was quiet again. your mind was preoccupied with the trees as you passed them by, but then you noticed this wasn’t the usual way to go back home.

“joel? aren’t we going home?” you ask him, maybe missing if he said he needed to stop anywhere on the way.

he paused before answering. “no.” you were confused. “well then, where are we going?”

he didn’t answer again, but instead, pulled into a secluded parking lot in the back of an abandoned building and put the truck in park, resting his hands on his jean-clad thighs.

before you could open your mouth to speak, he beat you to it. “all those hearts with my name in ‘em. you mean that?”

your heart stopped. “what? no. i told you it was dinah.” you lied again.

“darlin’ i know your handwriting.” he blankly responded.

you couldn’t control it and started immediately crying, covering your face with your hands. “i-im sorry joel! i was s-such a bitch to you and i don’t know, i just…you always care and i push you away.” you manage to get out in between sobs and gasps. you felt his hand settle on your back, soothing you.

“honey, ‘s okay. i know you never meant it.” his velvety voice tried to calm you down.

“no! i didn’t even help you when you hurt your arm!” the sobs came even harder as you thought about it. a shadow of sadness came over his face. “baby please don’t beat yourself up about that. hey look. i’m all better now, ain’t i?” his index finger and thumb go under your chin and raise it up to look at him. he wipes your tears with the same thumb, looking into your eyes with love.

then you did it. you leaned forward and crashed your lips onto his. he stilled, not knowing what to do, but something ignited in him and he began to kiss you back, molding his lips with yours in a slow rhythm.

it was nothing but the rumble of the truck engine, the rain that was now drizzling from the sky, and you and joel. you felt his hand caress the side of your face and the other one on the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him if that was possible.

then he let his tongue part your lips, pushing inside your mouth, and massaging your tongue with his own. you whimpered at the new feeling and he groaned at the sound. after a couple more minutes of you two sharing spit through your kisses, he pulls away, breathing heavy and desire in his eyes.

“you promise not to tell your mother?” he speaks after a good while.

you nodded quickly, mouth still agape, and slightly swollen, wet lips.

pairings: daddy! joel miller x fem! reader

tags: game joel or hbo joel as always, jackson! joel, a little kitten/daddy play, fauxcest?, darkish joel, bratty! reader, outbreak au, ellie doesn't exist, age gap (20s x 50s), a little spanking(s), slight choking, oral (f and m receiving)

word count: 2,409

summary: it’s bedtime and you hide from joel, not wanting to go to sleep, and joel has just the thing to tire you out...

a/n: here's something for you little nasty sluts. enjoy! (also thank you for the support on the foot fetish one shot i love yall's replies/reblogs LMAO)

"kitten." it no longer came out as a question after the first two times. it was time for bed, and you didn't want to go to sleep just yet, so you were currently hiding behind the closed-in desk that was in the small office of the house in jackson. joel looked everywhere for you, but he wasn't worried about your whereabouts. you recently found that you liked to hide from him when you weren't sleepy.

his heavy boots thudded up the stairs and along the hallway before halting. his eyes drifted to the open office door, pointing his good ear to the room to listen for any sounds before entering. you tried to control your breathing, hoping it wasn't noticeable.

joel's eyes darted around the room. nobody under the covers.

with a groan, he kneeled down with a hand atop the bed to look under the bedframe to no avail.

but in the cramped space you were in, what was supposed to be a slight adjustment turned into your elbow thumping the wood of the desk.

he slowly stood up, dark amusement written all over his features as he softly walks behind the desk. leaning forward, he plants his hands on the desk before curling his fingers of his right one, knocking on the wood three times. the fact that you could see his heavy, brown work boots right there made your breath speed up.

"you playin' hide n seek, kitten?" he speaks into the air, with a stern edge to his tone. when he doesn't receive an answer, his fingers grip the chair hiding most of your view , pulls it out, and slowly sits down in it. his knees, along with his elbows that rested on them, were eye level to you, then he cocked his head to the side, leaning down to make eye contact with you.

"hi, baby." he greets like he hasn't just caught you trying to evade going to bed at a reasonable time. your mouth opened and closed, avoiding looking into his eyes as your nightgown suddenly became very interesting.

"hi, daddy." you say, shyness and a hint of fear evident in your voice.

joel's gaze didn't soften. "hm." he simply hummed, his eyes dragging across your face deliberately, taking in the way you wouldn't look at him. the way your fingers picked and twisted at the hem of your nightgown.

nervous.

good.

"thought you could hide from me?" he asked quietly. he didn't sound angry, but calm. which was worse. shaking your head quickly, knowing you did the exact opposite of what he was asking you. his hand moved, unhurriedly, reaching it out towards you, wanting to pull you out from underneath the desk and into the light of the lamp lit room. you hesitantly took his hand, the rough skin of his hands such a contrast to yours.

those same hands that saved you from the raiders in the woods a couple months back. he had been watching you for days, intrigued by your white frilly dresses and hopeful eyes that were filled with naivety. after taking you back to jackson and taking you in, he quickly learned how compliant you were, having been raised by an elderly lady for most of your life.

all the townspeople thought it was so sweet how you called him 'daddy', but that name had a completely different meaning behind closed doors. he wasn't exactly sure why at first, but lately, you haven't been being the sweet girl you usually are.

having a little attitude with him, talking back, questioning his authority. so much so that he had enough of it one day, so he took it upon himself to bend you over his lap on the bed and laying harsh spanks on your bare cheeks with his huge hands, and it was somehow worse than the belt. but since you took the punishment so well, he brought you to a slow, pulsating orgasm with two of his thick fingers that brushed against your g-spot the whole time.

with the threat of the winter storm coming up, tommy's been ordering more patrol runs, and since joel was one of their best men, he had been away from you for longer periods of time, often cutting into your scheduled playtimes. but you never disobeyed his rule: only daddy can say if you can touch yourself.

"then why're 'ya hidin' from me, huh?" you hesitated again, your eyes dropping and shoulders sagging as if trying to make yourself smaller. you were still kneeling on the floor, but this time between his spread legs. "i'm not sleepy." you softly admitted.

joel was quiet for a moment after. "not sleepy." he repeated your answer, testing the words out and turning them over inside his head. his thumb and index finger gripped your chin, lifting your gaze up to meet his. "look at me."

"i know i've been gone a few days," he says a bit quieter now, breathing through his nose. "and i come back," he continued while his thumb brushed along your lips. "and all of a sudden, you don't feel like listenin' to your old man."

your breath hitches as he pushes your chin up a bit higher, an action of control. "i...i do listen, daddy" you said quickly, it was almost instinctive and to this, his eyebrows raise just barely. "d'ya?" he said with purposeful uncertainty. your lips parted, but no words came out. joel hummed, expecting your silence.

"'cause kitten, it sure don't look that way." he murmured, massaging his aching joints in his hand, eyes still on you between his legs. "first you start talkin' back to me, rollin' your eyes, now you're hidin' from me." he stops talking, leaning back against the cushioned back of the chair. "don't like that."

"i'm sorry, daddy." you were quick to apologize, genuine regret displayed on your face.

"yea, i know 'ya are. stand up." the command came out even and low, making your breath catch in your throat at the thought of another spanking on your sensitive cheeks. "no, please daddy! please don't spank me again?" you plead, your eyebrows furrowed together in fear as your knees began to straighten while you nevertheless obeyed his command.

joel's hand moved to your waist as he walked himself and the chair forward, the wheels rolling with his force, caging you between the desk and him. "get up on here." he pats the surface of the desk with one hand right next to your hip. just for a second, you hesitated, but the squeeze of his hand on your waist warned you not to disobey. you cautiously climbed back up onto the desk, the cool wood against the backs of your thighs as you do so.

it was wide enough to where your head wasn't hanging off the edge. as you laid on your back, you kept your knees together and your hands shyly covering your exposed panties since your nightgown had slightly bunched up.

he scooted up closer, his hands moving to gently spread your legs apart. "show daddy." your legs fall apart at his words, his lips pressing against your hands, kissing them out of the way. as he kisses your hip bones and thighs, he tugs your panties down and off of you, stuffing them in his shirt pocket.

he positions his head between your legs, warm breath hitting right against your center. "will 'ya be a good girl and let your daddy eat your pussy?" you take in a deep breath at the question, mind turning to mush as you nod feverishly.

"no. tell me. say, 'yes daddy, please eat my pussy.'" he sternly says, gripping the back of your thighs.

"y-yes daddy. please eat my pussy?" you blankly repeated his words so sweetly. his fingers graze over your stomach. his mouth opens, allowing his tongue to lick a slow, hot stripe up your folds. your body tenses up at his warm, wet muscle invading all of your senses. his tongue keeps the pace, up and down, up and down, slightly dipping into your hole.

he pulls away briefly to speak. "why can't 'ya just be my good girl again, hm?" he pulls you closer to his mouth so he can plant a wet kiss right over your clit.

"oh...daddy," your fingers scratch against the wood. "i am a-a good girl." it comes out as a whine, feeling joel's tongue circle around your clit in firm circles. his lips close around it, suckling it into his mouth and pressing his chin against your wet vulva, the juices sticking to his stubble.

"just want to love on 'ya, kitten. that's all i'm trying to do." the tip of his tongue was now flicking mercilessly against your aching clit, the release just on the edge but you knew better than to come without asking first. then you felt two fingers prodding at your entrance before pushing inside. "there 'ya go, princess. squeezin' my fingers so tight." he pumps them in and out, still suckling on your clit.

"imagine all your little friends seein' how you let your old man play with this pussy..." he trailed off. your back arched up off of the desk, fingernails digging into his forearms, and his hot tongue tasting every inch of your throbbing core.

"oh daddy, i don't ca-care..." that actually took him by surprise. "mm. turnin' into a little slut for daddy, huh?" with every slurp, lick, and pump of his fingers that vibrated through your whole body, you came undone quicker than expected in joel's mouth.

"mm. such a sweet thing," he spoke under his breath after licking you clean. "and still givin' me trouble."

"until i fuck you just how you want."

“o-please, daddy! i’ll be a good girl i promise,” you panted and moaned, feeling his thick cock slowly drag against your walls and the head of his cock pushing deeper and deeper to massage your cervix.

“yeah?” he breathed out, speaking almost clearly despite the tight walls just gripping the life out of him. “‘cause i was startin’ to think you like gettin’ spanked.” he emphasized it with an actual spank to your ass, jolting you forward but not too far due to the hand on your waist.

you were on your knees in the chair, face pressed against the back of it, and your ass in the air vulnerable for joel to do with you whatever he pleased. “i- i don’t…” you lie, trying to convince yourself or joel, you didn’t know.

“‘s that right? well let’s spank ‘ya one more time and see if that pretty pussy squeezes my cock again.” he kept one hand between your shoulder blades and the other one pulled back to smack your other cheek, easily proving his words. it made him groan.

he slowed down his thrusts tremendously, but didn’t stop. “tell me you’ll behave.” feeling every vein of his cock pulsate along your sensitive walls had you unable to speak clearly at the moment. “hmm?” he gently your hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugs just a little.

“‘m sorry, kitten. y’know daddy’s a little hard of hearing. what was that?” he speaks with a hint of amusement at having you so lost like this on his cock.

“mm, i-i-i’ll behave.” your fingers have the cushions of the chair in a death grip. you feel his belly on your back as he pushes back all the way inside of you as his hand slides from between your shoulder blades to around your neck. he pulls you up by it, connecting your back with his front as he speaks in your ear.

“that’s my good little girl. you listen to your daddy, okay?” his fingers put pressure on the sides of your throat, constricting your airway in such a delightful way. nodding your head, your jaw falls open.

“okay, daddy.” you gasp out.

“everyone thinks you’re this—” he hits an especially deep spot.

“oh my god!” you whimper.

“—sweet girl, using your manners, bein’ polite. when in reality, you love bein’ a dirty slut for your old man, ain’t that right, baby?”

his skin was slapping against yours now, along with the squelching wet sounds of his cock dragging your essence out of your pussy, some of it dripping from you onto the floor and the chair.

having two more consecutive orgasms will do that to girl. “won’t you be a sweet girl and suck daddy’s cum out of him.” he asks you so nicely you couldn’t resist. all you wanted to do was please your daddy.

he gently pulled his throbbing cock out of you and helped you get on your knees in front of him. your mouth opened and you pushed your tongue out without being asked to, making him smirk. “look at you, so eager for her daddy’s cock.” he fisted it, pumping back and forth while also squeezing it before slapping the underside on your flat tongue a few times.

“mmm, suck on it, kitten.” he growls, his large palm on the back of your head, coercing you forward. your lips wrap around his tip, moving your tongue along it too, bobbing back and forth.

“just like that.” he praises your actions. he pulls his hips back, taking his heavy cock in his hand and rubbing it along your cheek, nose, and lips. “oh baby, he loves your pretty face so much.” he moans then guides it back into your waiting mouth.

with that hollow of your cheeks combined with your tongue and those pretty lips around him, he feels his balls tighten up. “yes baby, you wanna swallow daddy’s cum?” his eyes screwed shut as he let the feeling overtake him. you tried to nod but it was a little hard.

“fuckin’ shit, there ‘ya go, honey.” you feel the hot spurts of his orgasm down your throat and inside your mouth. he pulls it out, still coming and some of it shot on your face, too. you swallowed what you could, opening your mouth to show him it was all gone.

joel was still catching his breath, looking down at you in a daze. smiling, he brings you up to meet his lips, not caring that there was still some of his cum on your face. as a matter of fact, he gathered it on his index finger and fed it to you.

pairings: dark! joel miller x fem! reader

tags: joel is controlling, doesn’t want anyone near you but himself, no one knows the true nature of your relationship, sneaky sex, strict joel, dry (wet) humping, dirty talk, daddy kink, denied orgasm twice

word count: 3,054

summary: when joel goes into the woods to catch dinner, you try to sneak out of the cabin but end up meeting someone, much to joel’s dismay…

a/n: this lowkey can be a part 2 after cabin in the woods, but it’s also a standalone

divider cred @muerdida

“sit tight, princess and i’ll be right back.” were the last words you heard from joel before he kissed your cheek and hauled out of the front door with his gun strapped over his shoulder and brown wool jacket fitted across his back. you didn’t want to ‘sit tight’.

you wanted to explore the little land around the cabin that you’re in day in and day out. you are thankful for the roof over your head because God knows that you spent many a night drenched in the rain.

how would he know that you left?

you turn the doorknob to find it turns all the way clockwise, gasping. he usually always locks it…

wait.

you start to shake your head at disobeying joel because the one thing he always said was, “when i’m gone, you stay in the cabin. don’t need ‘ya getting stolen from me.” and he said it with such firmness each and every time. you always nodded your head yes.

but before you could get your foot back in the threshold of the home, you hear a voice whisper-yell your name, making you jump. your eyes quickly dart around, it didn’t sound like joel’s voice, and he hardly would ever whisper your name like that if he was trying to get your attention.

then, to your right, you see a figure move out from behind a tree. a smaller figure than you were expecting, it looked like a girl. she keeps walking towards you, feet eventually climbing up the 4 stairs that led to the front door.

“hey, i’m dinah.” her slightly raspy voice spoke out to you, her hands in the pockets of her jacket. your jaw was hanging slightly open, surprised that she was here standing in front of you right now. your brain was quickly connecting the dots.

jesse’s girlfriend.

dinah.

wanted to make more girl friends.

“ohh…” the realization lit up your face as you grabbed her wrist and softly pulled her inside the cabin. “woah, down tiger, i swing both ways but i’m taken!” she laughs, as you look through the little window behind the piece of cloth joel nailed to the door to act as a mini curtain. you were anxiously looking for any signs of joel, but finding none.

“…uh is somebody out to get you or?” dinah asks. you turn around to her, a panicked look on your face, as you mutter, “i’m gonna be in trouble.”

dinah was silent for a moment, figuring you needed the time to calm your nerves if you could. “so…jesse told me joel takes care of you?” she cautiously asks. after hearing everything that went down in the market, what with the manipulation that jesse caught on to, he just had to yap about it to dinah.

then they had a fight so she left jackson.

“yes he does.” you nod your head at her question, going to sit on the couch and follows behind you, doing the same. “okay. is he like your dad? or..” she inquisitively asks in a follow-up question. you still, not knowing what to say but knowing not to say yes. your mouth opens and closes, not able to get any words out. the hot, icky feelings of joel being your father figure but also making you go dumb on his dick every night mixed together in your brain.

dinah seems to take your silence as the answer. "it's complicated...i get it," she looks away pursing her lips together. you scratch your forearm, deciding to just leave it at that. time goes by as you get to know a little bit about dinah, how long she had been seeing jesse, all that good stuff. you turned shy when she began asking about you.

"what's your favorite color?" such a simple question and yet, you couldn't answer it for the life of you. you thought you had a favorite color, but joel always dresses you in combinations of pink and white, so you grew to like those two colors...at least you think.

"i um, i think it's-" your sentence fragment was cut short as you heard the heavy footsteps of boots come up the porch steps, prompting you to stand up and point your eyes towards the door. dinah stands up as well, glancing back and forth between you and the door. "is it not joel?" she whispers.

"it is."

the door opens, the dead deer being dragged through the doorframe before he settled it in one spot by the stove that was a few feet to the right. obviously joel wasn't expecting there to be a third person in the house so you and dinah watched him the whole time before he turned to you and realized dinah was there. he subconsciously grabbed his gun and pointed it at her, just seeing another human who wasn't supposed to be here.

"dude, chill!" dinah put her hands up in half fear, half irritation. he realized who it was and lowered his gun, but not all the way. his eyes dragged over to you, a flash of anger in them as you looked down in shame.

"dinah, the hell are you doing in here?" he sternly asks. she drops her hands to her sides and sighs. "me and jesse got into a fight so i left." she truthfully explains just as she did to you. joel was still suspicious and furrowed his eyebrows if they could any more.

"oh i'm not spending the night, don't worry." she breaths out a laugh, quickly drying it up when she sees joel doesn't laugh. it was no secret the location of the cabin to the people who knew joel in jackson. the last time someone came out here was when tommy got worried and came by since joel hadn't been to get more supplies in weeks.

joel shut the door with his boot, a slam. the wood rattled with the force of it. "'ya don't get into fights and wander off." he flatly says. dinah never was that scared of joel, but she knew when to stop pushing it. squaring her shoulders, hands in her pockets, she snaps back. "i didn't wander, i knew where i was going."

joel clenched his jaw. "how's that." she made the mistake of flicking her eyes towards you for a split second, and joel notices. his gaze slowly moves back to you, his stare heavy on you. "you invitin' folks out here now, princess?"

"no," you quickly answer, maybe a little too quickly. "she just showed up." dinah scoffs. "ok, guys i'm right here." she implies that joel can just ask her since she was dead set in front of him. joel rolls his eyes so fast as he puts the gun on the kitchen island. "don't you have friends back home, dinah?" he harshly asks.

"uhhh yea, but they get on my nerves. they're always scared on patrols." she thinks back to that one time she had to basically carry the group on her back in an abandoned gas station since everyone had suddenly forgot how to use their guns.

"yea, well you can make friends someplace else. this ain't jackson." dinah just rolls her eyes. he was so damn strict, she doesn't see how you lived here. "you planning on stayin' much longer?"

"i told you i'm not spending the night, joel." she crosses her arms, glancing back at you.

"good." the smell of iron from the deer's blood wafted a bit through the space. joel puts his hands low on his hips. "what were you two talking about?" he masks his suspicions as curiosity. dinah looks at you once more. "we were just talking." this makes him cock an eyebrow and nod his head once. "about?" your brain blanks out completely, so dinah answers for you.

"uh, colors."

joel's eyes move back to you again. "colors." you shrug your shoulders just slightly. "she asked me my favorite.." joel took a step back and leaned against the island. "you couldn't answer?"

his tone made heat creep up the back of your neck, raising goosebumps there as you shook your head. dinah frowns slightly, confused. "i just thought it was a-a simple question..?" joel ignores her, still looking straight towards you, his arms now crossed over his chest, the fabric unintentionally tightening around his arms. "what colors d'ya wear, sweetheart?"

you glance down at your pink sweater that joel had conveniently laid out for you to wear this morning, just like he does so every single day. "…pink." you softly respond. "and white." he adds, making you nod in agreement. "well then i reckon those are your favorites, hm?" he said it like it was settled and there was no room for rebuttal from either you or dinah.

but still, dinah studies you. "is that what you like?" she asks carefully, almost a whisper. your mouth opens, and nothing comes out and you curse yourself for just not speaking out. joel's gaze sharpens, just watching you.

"yes, i like them." you finally say in a small tone. a filthy idea pops into joel's head as he pushes off of the island, stepping back to the deer with plans to prepare it for venison tonight along with the vegetables that were ripe in the garden. "dinah, you eat and you go back to jackson. is that clear?"

she turns her head towards you. "yep, crystal."

he gives a slow nod, crouching by the stove and pulling out his sharpened pocket knife, carving into the deer like it was as easy as folding paper. dinah takes this as a sign to sit back down, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down with her on the couch, watching joel in the quiet. he works in silence for a period of time, putting the cut up pieces over the fire he had started in the meantime. the only sound was the fire now crackling. then, without looking at you, he says, "princess," making your head snap up in an instant.

"c'mere." you were on your feet before your brain even acknowledged it, walking over to him; even dinah caught that. joel stands up, gathering some soap he got in his run to jackson last week and lathering and washing his hands in the slow stream of water before wiping them clean.

"need help upstairs, remember? need 'ya to hold the light while i fix that pipe." there was never any mention of holding a light or fixing a pipe, so your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

dinah wasn't paying attention to your expression, instead looking at joel. "right now?"

"yea. now." he ignores her and looks at you. "you gonna help me? you said you wanted to learn." he lies again.

"yes, i'll help." you go along with it, not wanting to be in any more trouble than you already were. "good." he starts and walks up the stairs, not bothering to look behind him to see if you were following him. he knew that you were. he does pause to look back at dinah. "stay down here, the food'll burn if you don't watch it." he says evenly.

"okay, fine." she gives in.

you both continue upstairs, your heart pounding because you were so lost right now. the second you reach the hallway at the top of the stairs and make a left to the bedroom, the sound of the door closing and locking clicked so loud in your ears. joel doesn't speak right away, just drags his eyes all over you, up and down, over and over.

anger and betrayal was brewing inside of his loins and he needed reassurance from you, using the only way he knew how to get it out of you.

calmness.

his feet carry him over to the bed you two shared every single night and he just stands by it. he points to it with a strong index finger. "sit," he says quietly. you walk near the bed, feeling the backs of your knees hit it before sitting down. "you like disobeying daddy?" he looks down at you to which you shake your head no with haste.

"'m sorry, what, sugar?" he feigns not hearing what you said, turning his ear to face you, knowing better that he wants a vocal answer. "no, daddy." it softly comes out. he puts his large hand on your chest and pushes you back on the bed, not roughly, though. you land against the sheets with a small exhale and a bounce. joel follows, looming over you, as he digs his knee into the mattress between your legs and his calloused hands planted on either side of your head.

“hm.” he simply gruffs out, drifting slowly towards your lips with his. he just lets his lips ghost over yours, not sealing the kiss, and leaving you desperate. “while i was out, i had a close one with an infected.” he was lying straight through his teeth, but loved seeing your face when the possibility of him not being there for you struck your mind.

your fingers gripped his broad shoulders in fear and worry. “n-no…are you okay, daddy?” you naively asks. he has to catch the smile wanting to peek through at just how easily he can fool you.

“oh yeah, baby, i’m okay. i couldn’t bear gettin’ bit and havin’ to be away from ‘ya,” he paused and looked lovingly into your eyes, his own moving all around your face as tears were beginning to well in your eyes.

“you couldn’t bear being away from me either, right?” one hand leaves the bed and settles under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. you felt the pull of his fingers as you moved your head. “no not at all, daddy.” he smirks.

“that’s a good girl…” his gaze trails down your body that was underneath him, at his mercy. “‘cause i love taking care of ‘ya, princess. you know that?” and you nod, thinking back to all the times he’s protected you from danger.

“love cooking for ‘ya.” he plants a kiss on your cheek.

“bathing ‘ya.” another kiss on your other cheek.

“dressin’ ‘ya up.” this one presses against the pulse in your neck and you tighten your legs around his torso.

“kissin’…” this one was a deliberately slow kiss back against your lips.

“tastin’ that sweet little pussy…” taken aback, you throw your head back on the bed, enjoying the presses of his lips all over your face and neck, darting his tongue out to drag over the skin. “you love when daddy does all that, huh?” the way he spoke to you made you feel all light and airy, not having the capacity to think straight. “mhm…yes please, daddy?” you beg him.

within seconds, he had your panties around your ankles that were now in the air, thighs close together but yet spread wide enough for his tongue to explore every single one of your dripping wet folds. his big hands were kneading your breasts, catching and rolling the pert nipples between his fingers that made you whimper.

"careful now, sugar. don't want your friend to hear you downstairs now do 'ya?" he tore his glistening lips and beard away from your honeypot, planting sloppy kisses on your inner thighs. biting your lower lip, you shake your head in a daze. "you're my only friend, daddy."

joel has to hold his growl from being too loud. "oh that's music to my ears, princess." his arm goes up to take one ankle out of the panties, spreading you wide open before he put one leg over his shoulder while pinning the other one to the bed. he dives back in, tongue firmly circling your swollen clit, gathering up your slick and spitting it back down on you. you were fighting for your life trying not to scream, settling for using your hands to muffle your moans.

he then starts to gently suckle your clit between his wet lips, tongue darting out to swallow more as your juices kept leaking out of your hole. the velvet, white-hot pleasure had your eyes rolling back into your head as your legs begin to shake. joel tisks at you three times, slowly shaking his head. "you know better than that."

you sure did know better. "daddy's poor little baby. you just can't hold on." he teases you before standing up with both feet planted on the floor, his cock out and his pants pulled down. he yanks you forward by the ankles, pulling you closer to him and evoking a squeal out of you. he puts a finger to his lips to shush you, then slides his cock over your clit. "you love your daddy that much?"

"yes da-" it's cut short as he inches his index and middle finger in your mouth. "suck on 'em, baby. pretend it's daddy's cock." you do just like how he taught you a few months ago, making sure to hollow your cheeks. joel keeps sliding his fat cock up and down over your slit, eventually that primal urge to do it faster hit him. you both were being surprisingly quiet, not wanting to alarm dinah downstairs, but that's the main reason joel has his fingers in your mouth.

"oh, oh please j-daddy, please it feels..." you can barely get it out. joel actually did want you to cum, just not right this second. he wanted to teach you some discipline. "it feels what? say it, sugar." he toyed with you.

you swallow and grip on his arms. "t-too good." it was feeling too good for joel as well, but he was way more sexually disciplined. "yeah? you wanna come, princess?" he takes his fingers out of your mouth and palms your thigh as you nod.

"that pussy wants to come?"

another nod.

then he slows and stops. "daddy?" you ask, genuinely confused. as he bends down to kiss your forehead, his heavy cock rubbed again over your clit, making you flinch. "maybe we should wait until dinah leaves. that way you can be real loud when you scream daddy's name." he winks at you before standing up and stuffing his cock back in his pants, leaving you breathless and half undone on the bed.

"let's go eat, princess. food's gonna get cold."

taglist: @taniamiller

pairings: dark! joel miller x fem! reader

tags: 18+ only, kidnapper joel (hbo or game joel whichever one you like), stockholm syndrome, established relationship, ellie doesn't exist, post-outbreak au, manipulation & gaslighting, ageplay if you squint, daddy kink dynamic, one spank, p in v (possessive turned loving? sex), fingering

word count: 3,120

summary: after spending a day in jackson, joel is not happy with you.

a/n: puss definitely clenched while writing thi-too much? oh...

divider cred @muerdida

you didn't think that it was a big deal, not that big of a deal anyways. it was a harmless conversation, and he was only asking what your favorite fruit was.

"strawberries!" you had said, maybe a bit too excitedly, not having tasted them in a while. you thought maybe you could ask joel to find some seeds to grow in the garden on the side of the cabin where the sun always hit the strongest. the boy, who you quickly learned to call jesse, was very nice.

before you two engaged in conversation in the little makeshift market store, joel saw his brother tommy across the street, waving him down and wanting to talk to him about whatever it is that they usually talked about. you assumed that he'd be back in a long while. or so you thought.

"cool, my girlfriend dinah? she likes strawberries, too," he paused, standing up straight. "maybe later you could meet her? she's always complaining about how no girls her age ever come through here." he ends with a laugh and a shake of his head, prompting you to giggle as well, glancing at your frilly white socks that peeked out of your brown boots.

jesse told you a bit more about himself, about dinah, and what they usually do at night if there isn't some town event already going on or if they weren't on patrol. it all sounded so fun…so freeing. you had never been to a party or anything like that, the community that you were apart of at first wasn't stable enough or had enough protection to even fathom the thought of a party.

the community that joel took you from. at least you used to think so...but he tells you the story different.

"really?" you ask, almost in awe, your mind already trying to make up scenarios of what these parties would be like. jesse nodded his head assuredly. "oh yeah. dinah loves to drink, like she gets wasted. it's crazy. then i gotta carry her home." he slightly rolls his eyes, but you can tell he doesn't fully mean it.

"oh…i've never drank before. joel says it's bad for you?" you recall the conversation you two had a while ago when you asked him what was in the little flask that he pulled out of his back pocket one night.

"oh don't worry about that, sugar. little girls like you don't drink alcohol. 's bad for 'ya." he simply said. you knew not to press it any further or he would get upset, so you settled with just nodding your head in understanding.

"eh yea. he's probably right, but uh me personally? i'm more of a gardener." he whispers to emphasize the last word, to your oblivion. "joel has a garden too!" you're excited that you can relate something finally.

jesse quirked one of his thick eyebrows as confusion, then realization, then amusement spread over his features. "right." he just smiled at you.

"i hope we can grow strawberries soon." your hands clasp behind your back as you blink.

you don't notice joel at first.

you are still smiling as jesse meets your gaze, your mind going back to imagining the little red sprouts growing out of the ground as spring blooms over the cabin. red, soft, and sweet.

"strawberries, huh?" the voice doesn't come from jesse's mouth, but instead from behind you. in a tone that was slow, smooth, and a bit too calm. jesse's eyes shift from you to now looking past you, his frame slightly stiffening as he clears his throat, and his smile drops a bit. he knew not to get on joel's bad side. hell, everyone in jackson knew that.

you follow jesse's gaze and turn around, and there joel is, hands in his front pockets, and his eyes unreadable. "hi," you say in a light tone. "we were talking about fruit!"

"mm." joel's gaze floats from you to jesse, then back to you again. "i heard." a stretch of silence followed. jesse cleared his throat once more, a tad nervous. "uh-yea. i was telling her that dinah likes strawberries, too. thought maybe they could meet later and like hang out or somethin'."

joel's jaw ticked. just barely. if it had been anyone else, they would have missed it. "is that so." he says, looking straight at jesse. it didn't even come out as the question it was supposed to be.

trying to smooth over the palpable tension in the building, jesse scratches the back of his neck before speaking once more. "yeah, dinah keeps saying how she wants more girl friends, you know?" joel's eyes dragged back to set dead on you again.

his gaze drags up and down your standing figure. "you plannin' on stayin' long enough to make friends?" his head cocks a little as he asks you. the question came out in a neutral tone with hints of an underlying threat.

you didn't like when he did that because you didn't want to say the wrong answer. you quickly shook your head no, hoping that it didn't alarm jesse. to you and jesse's surprise, the next words out of joel's mouth were unexpected. "you wanna stay? stay."

your mouth opens but no words come out and you blink silently. "what?"

he shrugs like it's nothing, as if he told you you were having chicken for dinner tonight. "sure, honey. stay in jackson. make your new friends." his tone is even as his eyes flicker toward where jesse had been standing, feeling very awkward at this whole interaction, then back to you. "drink alcohol, smoke weed." his jaw ticks again, sighing through his nose.

"do whatever you think you can handle." he finishes. your stomach drops and you shift your weight before quickly walking over to him, grabbing his forearm through his flannel and holding on tight.

jesse must've been utterly confused by now. "look joel, i'm sorry i didn't mean for it to be that serious-"

joel's head turns slowly toward him. "don't need to be serious. little princess just forgets herself, sometimes." it came out in a condescending tone, full of disappointment.

"no i...i wanna go back to the cabin, please?" you borderline beg, your mind unable to even fathom being here without joel. truth be told, over the weeks? months? you don't know. you've gotten attached to him in ways you never thought you could.

the once cold, uncomfortable, big arms that wrapped around your waist at night now kept you safe and warm against his strong chest, tight against him. you liked the feeling of his breath on your neck at night, calmly breathing in and out.

he looks down at his side at you. "hm," he hums. "sorry jesse. maybe next time." he says in all seriousness. jesse blinks. "oh yea, sure thing." he smiles softly at you before quickly leaving the market.

joel's hand trails to the small of your back with a rougher touch, making you lead the both of you back outside to the awaiting horse, walking close behind you with a light scowl on his face.

his strong hands go underneath your arm pits, lifting you up to sit on the saddle so that you can swing your legs to straddle it. you do so, but keep your eyes down the whole time, scared to get yelled at and also sad at missing the opportunity to make friends.

joel climbed the horse, sitting in front of you before turning his torso back to quickly swipe the bottom of your chin. "don't look so sad, princess. daddy's the only friend y'need." those were the last words he said for the whole ride back to the cabin.

once you and joel stepped back into the cabin, you didn't know what to do with yourself, so you opted to just standing by the arm of the brown couch, playing with your fingernails as a wave of nervousness hit you.

you finally gather up the courage to speak. "daddy?" joel scratches his beard, not answering you, but just simply saying, "bend over the couch." your mouth fell open, breaths quickening. your hesitation made joel's patience run even the more thin.

"bend. over. the damn. couch." each word came out clipped and stern, prompting you to immediately obey his words. now, your torso was bent forward over the couch's arm, your hands braced on either side of your hips as your elbows bent.

you feel joel grab your forearms sickingly gentle, and bringing them to pin against the low area of your back with one strong hand. "you liked that boy, honey?" he growled out, pressing the ever present bulge against your backside. quickly shaking your head, you lift one of your ankles slightly in the air, being careful not to kick joel by accident.

"no daddy! we were just talking, i promise," you plead, trying to wiggle out of his uncomforting grasp. his other hand went to grasp your waist, stilling your movements. "where y'goin'?" his voice appeared closer to your ear before you quieted your voice.

"tell me," he paused, his hand gliding down from your waist to splay his thick fingers over the curve of your ass underneath your white babydoll dress as he grinds slowly against you. "d'ya wanna live in jackson? hm? leave your old man out here all alone, day after day?"

"no, no daddy i don't wanna live there. i wanna live here with you." you ferociously confess, wishing you could take everything back and have just ignored jesse.

"'cause i'd sure be all lonely without 'ya. you know that?" he lowly says, flipping your dress up to reveal the cotton, pastel pink panties that had hearts printed all over them. "mhm." despite your nerves that were creeping up your back and neck, you felt that surge of excitement go through your veins and manifest as liquid pooling out of your hole.

then a harsh spank connected with your right ass cheek, sure to leave behind a red hand print, as you lurched forward with your back arched and shoulders being pulled tight. his hand was still firmly gripping both your wrists together behind your back. "say 'yes, daddy'."

you can't believe you forgot the main rule. "yes, daddy, yes."

"hmm." he hums out in satisfaction. he uses his still free hand to grip the waistband of your panties in between his fingers, pulling them up taut to make a tight wedgie, while simultaneously giving you just a teeter of friction on your clit. "you're a little girl that needs her daddy. need to be taken care of. need to be taught things." the sound of his zipper whooshing down was heard in the deafening silence of the cabin. keeping his pants up, he reached inside his underwear, pulling out the heavy meat that brought you to euphoric tears almost every night.

he let the weight of it rest between your cheeks and you unintentionally clenched your muscles a bit, gasping out at the skin to skin contact. "stay right there, don't move." he commands gently and you dare not move a muscle. next thing you know, his hands are dragging down your calves, fingers untying the laces on your boots and tossing them aside, keeping you in your pretty white socks.

then, his fingers dip underneath the waistband of your panties, dragging them down and off of your body, stuffing them in his jean pocket.

"good little girl. now you wanna listen to daddy…" he chuckles. he drags the bulbous tip of his cock back and forth against your wet, hot folds, loving the warmth just exuding from you.

he brings one hand to his mouth, gathering a glob of spit on two fingers, getting them nice and wet before bringing them down to rub your sensitive clit that was just aching to be touched. he rubbed painful, slow circles on it, capturing it between his fingers every now and then. "oh…d-da-" you can barely even get the words out as the pleasure takes over your brain and speech. joel brings his soaked fingers back to your clenching hole, easing them both inside, making you tense up at the stretch of them.

"yea, you don't wanna stay in jackson huh, princess? 'cause then you won't get this no more. no boy can do this t'ya, you understand me?"

he begins to pump them in and out, quickly setting the fast pace as he feels your tight pussy just grip the life out of his fingers.

"n-no daddy, only you…" you moan and whimper out into the air.

"and no boy knows where that special spot is inside 'ya, either." he says just as he feels that extra softness, extra sponginess graze across his fingertips as he angles his hand to rub against it over and over. "right here, hm? c'mon baby, tell me." he coerces you to answer.

"mmm, yes daddy it's right there!" this makes joel smile wickedly. he loved it when you were putty in his hands like this. your thighs were beginning to shake, the impending feeling of an orgasm slowly coming on, but you knew better than to do that. "please, please…daddy it's coming." you begged him.

"aww, i know. you love daddy's big fingers fucking you like this." the squelching sound of your wetness and the air tight hole was all too much. joel takes his fingers out, spreading your juices over the tip of his hard cock. "if i let your hands go, are 'ya gonna be good not push me away?" the proposal so appealing to you as your shoulders were aching from the tension.

"yes, i won't push you away, daddy." you say with almost full confidence. "okay then." he says and releases his grip on your wrists, but you keep them in the same position, noting how he didn't say you could actually move them. his hand splays over your upper back, dragging down to come between your wrists, pushing them out of the way gently. "so obedient, princess. grab the cushions f'me." he instructs you and you do so.

he presses the tip of his cock just barely inside of you, enjoying the view of how your pussy has to stretch to accommodate his size. he never just pushes inside of you at first; he wasn't that cruel. he only wanted you to feel good so that he could feel good. your broken moan coupled with his strangled groan created soundwaves in the awaiting space. feeling you stretch out a bit, he pushes in another inch or two, slowly pulling back out. he sees the glistening wetness coating his cock.

"oh would 'ya look at that…she was waitin' on me?" his voice came out rougher, needing more. wanting more. his increased the pacing of his thrusts, going a little deeper each time, pulling high pitched moans out of you, seeing that you were trying not to come without permission.

"oh my god, daddy please let me come, please?" at this request, he purposefully slowed back down but kept the firmness of his thrusts, wanting to drag it out of you and make it last as long as possible.

"that how you gon' make it up to daddy? squeeze his cock nice and tight?"

you hurriedly nod, unsure of whether it was a trick question or not. "okay, baby. then let your old man get 'ya back there." his hand pushed at the arch in your back to make it deeper, so that the complete underside of his cock was dragging against your special spot. it always made you see stars as your eyes rolled back into your skull. and joel loved the sight. you could never form words when he made you come this way, just mewls and gibberish.

your body spasmed as that budding coil exploded, weakly gripping the couch cushions as whimpers spilled out of your mouth that was pressed to the side on the couch. joel fucked you through your orgasm, addicted to that extra tight squeeze that he knew was guaranteed each time you had sex.

"that's a good little girl, honey…daddy's good little girl." he continues to push back into you and pull out, satisfied by the cream that was now coating his cock. laying lazily over the arm of the couch, you feel strong fingers grip in your thick hair and pulling back. you whine at the sensation.

"you love your daddy?" he whispers in your ear, lips grazing against it. "yes daddy, i lo-ove you." you stutter out, feeling him deep in your stomach now. he brings a thumb to your open mouth, forcing its way inside, and you know he wants you to suck on it.

"that's it...so smart and sweet." his breaths were quickening and his thrusts were beginning to get a little sloppy and off track. "tell me you'd never leave me, princess. you jus' can't leave your old daddy out here." this was kind of his way of guilt tripping you, knowing that he was beginning to get up in age at 56, what with his injuries not healing as fast as they used to, which did pull at your heartstrings every time he got hurt doing something. so you answered truthfully.

"no daddy, i won't ever l-leave you. i promise..." you moan as your gummy walls pulsated around him.

"atta girl. 'm so glad i rescued you." he growls out, feeling his balls tighten up, not wanting to string it out any longer at the thought of coming all over your ass and back. he pulled out, pushing your dress up further while using his other hand to jerk off until the rhythmic contractions were felt in his cock and his white essence shot in different spots all over you. it was very warm and you bit your lip, taking secret pleasure in the sounds of joel's moans as he lost himself every time.

he fucked his hand until he felt his balls empty completely, planting his hands on either side of your hips on the couch and trying to catch his breath. you shyly glanced back behind you at his disheveled state. he brought his index finger to swipe up his come, bringing it to your lips.

your mouth opens, slightly sticking your tongue out as he watches you suck it off of his finger. "you're so dirty for daddy." he says with pride, making you giggle, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

a/n: just a drabble since this idea popped into my head

“atta girl, just like that.” joel groaned out, his breath heavy, voice low as he gently thrusted his fat cock in and out of your fluttering walls.

you were laying in the comfortable bed on your back, sheets and pillows gone astray, articles of clothing scattered across the bed and on the floor in its perimeter. both of your legs were up and rested on joel’s wide shoulders, the position sort of stretching your hamstrings, but you didn’t mind.

he secretly loved having you like this, your feet and ankles just a hair away from his awaiting lips that itched to take your pretty toes into his warm mouth. he never outright told you that he had a thing for your feet, but he was hoping that the extra swell of his cock inside of you at the sight of your feet got the idea across.

joel’s hands were firmly on your hips, keeping a good grip on you, while your fingers squeezed at his strong, bare forearms. the subtle ache in his hips beginning to form from the constant movement since he’s gotten older, yet he didn’t want to stop.

the quiet squelch in the room was a result of your air tight hole and leaking juices mixed with his pre cum. “joel,” you moaned out his name, eyes fluttering closed.

“mhm, tell me honey.” he teasingly coaxes you before turning his head slightly and pressing his lips in multiple kisses against your calf. “hm?”

“it’s so b-big.” the stretch hurt so good, your gummy walls repeatedly sucking him in as he pulled out with every thrust. you felt so full of him as his pace turned a little rougher while he grabbed your ankle to pull your foot off his shoulder.

he holds your white polished toes to his lips, sucking the big toe into his mouth. the action made him crave you even more. “shit, baby. i love your sexy feet.” he admits. with your chest heaving, you watch him almost in awe.

“really?” you pause before bringing your other foot to his lips, him repeating the same affection to it. “fuck. good lord…” he trails off, mind getting hazy from the combination of his cock getting the life squeezed out of it and the sweet smell and taste of your toes.

the streaks of grey in his slicked back hair, still a little damp from the shower he took earlier, caught in the light every now and then. his eyebrows were furrowed together, his mouth closed to try to keep his moans at bay. “daddy, i wanna hear you, too…” you gently encourage him.

he nudges the soles of your feet with his forehead, wanting you to caress his face with them. he breathes out a heavy sigh of bliss, continuing to drill in and out of you.

“fuck, baby. pussy feels so good around me like that.” his eyes were closed, turning off this sense to heighten the other ones. you got a surge of confidence in seeing how he was coming undone. “you like my feet, daddy?”

“nngh. yea honey, they make my cock so fucking hard.” you move your pretty little toes across his face, taking extra time around his nose so he could breathe in the lingering scent of your lotion.

masterlist | ao3

pairing: Joel miller x reader rating: 18+ tags: age-gap, bratty reader, brat tamer!joel, ddlg themes, age regression, little space, reader goes non-verbal, oral fixation, oral sex, deep sex, praise kink, pacifier use,  word count: 2,436 summary: joel fucks you out of your bratty mood a/n: farthest ive ever gone with age regression, reader is outta her mind lowk, it's fun though i promise

"Got me spinnin' like a ballerina"

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“Hi, daddy,” Is all you can make out once your eyes connect, feeling giddy at having your voice back as his eyes crinkle, a smile on his lips as he shakes his head, still rooted deep in you. 

“There’s my girl.”

so im just gonna make a key for yall. just comment these emojis.

Joel Miller - ⌚️

Tommy Miller - 🌅

TLOU in general - 🧟‍♂️

Johnny Silverhand - 🚬

Female V - 👩‍🎤

Male V - 👨‍🎤

Also, here are more since I’ve added Avatar, Jake Sully, and Neteyam Sully to my masterlist!

Jake Sully - 🦚 (peafowl) (lmao he just gives me that vibe trynna woo Neytiri in the first movie😭🙏)

Neteyam Sully - 🏹 who’s the might warrior? SAY ITTT!😼