Pairing: Young(er)!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader, no gendered language, reader is characterized as a hopeless romantic
Word Count: 6.5k+
Warnings: SMUT!! Angst!! Lots of feelings on both ends, light gun use, slightly meta, language, implied age gap, references to masturbation, outdoors sex, oral (F receiving), protected PIV sex, gratuitous use of pet names
Summary: About 5 years since the outbreak, a group of smugglers come across your camp looking to trade. Despite your efforts, this was not a meet-cute. (Basically reader and Joel fucking the feelings out of each other)
A/N: There is a AMAB!Reader version of this available here! This definitely escaped me, but I'm very happy with the way it turned out <3 enjoy!
Summary: Feeling down about your dating life, you take a chance and enter to win a night with a porn star. Will it be as good as you imagine?
Word count: ~3.5k
Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)
Content Warnings: Unprotected PiV (paperwork is involved), oral sex (m and f receiving)
A/N: This thot invaded my brain over the weekend and wouldn’t let me go, so I sat down this morning and wrote it. I’ve never written this much in one day. I guess I was inspired! The company mentioned is heavily inspired by Bellesa and the nickname comes from one of their videos. This is unbeta’d. I hope you enjoy!
Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated!
Your entire body flushes with heat. Adrenaline tingles in your chest and behind your knees. Your hands tremble.
You never expected to win.
You remember the night you filled out the form. You were wine-drunk after another disappointing date with a guy from the apps. You’d had a string of them. One you liked well enough to go home with and have mediocre sex. It takes time, you told yourself. You liked him enough that you’d give him another try, only he went radio silent. So much for him.
No wonder you decided to throw caution to the wind and enter the sweepstakes.
Win a night with a porn star! – sponsored by your favorite site that specializes in porn with a female gaze. They claim all the orgasms are real, and you believe them.
What would it be like to have sex with someone who does it for a living? Someone who really knows what he’s doing?
The temptation was too great, so you had clicked the button.
And now you’d won.
A night with a porn star.
You scroll down the informational email, taking in as much as you can in your shocked state. They reiterate the terms you had agreed to when you first entered, but now they want to know which performer you want to spend your night with.
A/N: at the request of my fav writer @toxicanonymity and my bestie @fallenfairydust , I give you more maintenance man!joel!!!! He has corrupted my brain so you will be seeing a lot more of him. Making him a Masterlist as we speak!! 1.9k
Warnings: fingering, dirty talk, infidelity (just don’t read if you don’t like it.) reader has some dark fem vibes. She just really doesn’t care. Fantasy for the sake of the fic.
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You’re on the phone with your best friend when you hear a knock at your apartment door.
“Hold on,” you tell her, running to look through the tiny hole.
Biting your lip as you see a tall, broad, older man with a tool box and a tool belt. He knocks again before placing his hand on his hip, waiting.
You hold the phone to your ear and open the door for him.
“He- uh, hey,” he chokes out, his eyes scanning your frame as you’re wearing a baggy shirt and the tiniest pair of shorts. For a moment it seems like you’re not wearing anything on your lower half.
You smile at him, lost for words as you assess his patchy facial hair and gruff features.
You stay silent for a short moment before your friend interrupts you.
“Are you there?… who is it?” She asks through the speaker near your ear.
Your mouth opens, eyes still sparkling at him before continuing.
“I’m here about the bathroom sink?” He interjects and you finally speak.
Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader Word Count: 3.3k+ Warnings: Protected PiV. Mentions of guns and allusion to sexual violence (but neither guns nor sexual violence are apart of this story, they are just passing comments). Oral (f! receiving). Author's Note: This is all @d-sav's fault, she derailed me from writing the fifth chapter of Days of You & Me (a Joel Miller x OFC story), you can read the first chapter HERE.
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Two whiskeys, two fingers full, down for the second night in a row as the clock ticks closer to a new day.
It’s only a Wednesday night but the nice weather drove people into the bar in groups of friends looking for a place to watch the game or somewhere new for their fantasy football league. Not him though, all alone at the bar with anxious hands and tired eyes.
You shouldn’t be looking at him, staring at him like this from the other side of the bar. He’s never been here, you didn’t think he’d come back.
Crowd starts to thin and he raises his hand to call your attention over.
“Final call was about half an hour ago, stretch,” you tell him, eyeing the empty glass and thinking he wants more. “If you wanna keep going, you’re gonna have to do it at home.”
“If I wanted more,” he grins out, “I would’ve asked for it half an hour ago at last call or”—he rocks his head back and forth, like he’s about to make an obvious statement—“maybe an hour ago when I finished it in the first place.”
“Then why on earth are you still here?” You ask him, arms crossed to consider the man in front of you. “Does it take you that long to sober up?”
Frankie and his girl make their way towards the nearest QZ in attempt to get to safety after being attacked. Less angst, more fluff now but you're not off the hook yet 😋
As always, all comments and reblogs are very welcome! I love hearing your thoughts on what I write! (and my asks are open if you wanna be anonymous)
Franklin isn’t far and when you start to see the suburbs of the town it’s still dark, Frankie slows down the car and pulls over to the side of the road. When it stops he cracks the windows and you both listen intently for any noise. In the distance you can hear wailing, inhuman sounding screams that can’t come from any other creature than the infected that are still in the city.
Summary: Joel can fight infected and raiders and hunters and other scumbag smugglers. He can provide. Make sure you’re rested and eating good and warm.
But there are some things that even Joel can't fight.
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader
Word count: ~4.8k
Warnings: angst, uncertainty and anxiety, ptsd and symptoms of dissociation, brief smut, abandonment issues, unnamed terminal illness, character death, uhhhh torturing joel with an almost happy ending
A/N: This is again something that is outside my usual wheelhouse, but I wanted to try my hand at some angst, so here we are. Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think! 💕
