Hello gorgeous. I’m here for a Joel Miller request. 🥰 (I tried to keep this short, sorry about that hehehe).
That first episode of TLOU was everything!!! From the beginning to the end, it was just perfection, but boy did it get me yearning for more and I’m so excited to watch the story unfold.
I’m getting ahead of myself here, but after seeing Pedro look so goddamn fine as Joel Miller, I’m eager to reach the Jackson era of the story, which brings me to ask: pleeeease give me a Post Outbreak Joel teaching F!Reader how to shoot a gun.
It’s been a few weeks into practice already so she has gotten used to handguns, but Joel is taking things up a notch with shotguns/rifles that have more of a kick to them, therefore he needs to stand close and hold the gun with her. Imagine this man standing behind you, his muscular arms just engulfing your body as holds the gun with you!! And with that soft, sexy southern drawl giving instructions and reassurances directly into your ear too? Ohhh, I need to read this! And could you also add smut? 👉👈 🥺
Thank you so much in advance and please take all the time you may want or need, my love. I look forward to reading your Joel Miller stories ❤️❤️❤️.
Chloe my love, I absolutely adore this request 😍😍I always get so nervous when I write Joel for you, ahh ok, I hope you enjoy 😉
Helping Hands
Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, guns, post outbreak Joel, mutual pining, cursing.
A/N: my requests are still open for Joel if you want to send one in 🥰
Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰
The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted throughout your house as you flipped the eggs on the pan, the small bit of bacon you’d fried already plated and ready for when his knock came.
The mere thought of the man who’d become a friend - albeit a little reluctantly on his part - had butterflies fluttering within your stomach.
Joel had been a little sceptical of you at first. Weary of the fact that you were so quiet and kept mostly to yourself but when Ellie had gotten injured on patrol and was unconscious for two days, his hardened heart had melted a little for you.
You had stepped up bringing her back yours and nursed her back to health, having explained that you had been a nurse before all this started.
He began to trust you after that, coming to you with small injuries or if you needed anything fixing. He had started to collect things for you on patrols too.
Small things at first, mostly medical supplies and whatnot but lately he’s been bringing you things like books, records, things you’d vaguely mentioned you’d liked when you both spent late nights chatting.
Yes, Joel Miller was now someone you’d call a friend, but god did you want it to be so much more than that. You just didn’t think he thought of you in that way. Not after all the loss he’s endured.
Turning off the stove you slide the eggs onto two plates with the bacon. “Somethin’ smells good.” His deep Texan drawl startles you causing you to jump slightly.
“Christ Joel, you could have knocked,” you scold, breathing a little ragged from the scare. He’s leaning against the door, one arm raised slightly above his head, the other tucked into the belt of his jeans and the hint of a smile on his serious face.
His check shirt is pulled taut across his broad shoulders, and you have to clench your thighs together to quell the growing need between them.
You wondered what they would feel like holding you, ravaging you. A heat rises to your cheeks when you realise you’ve been staring and with a shake of your head you quickly turn to the coffee pot and pour him a cup.
“Here,” you say bashfully as you hand him his cup. He stares at you with a quirk of his eyebrow before his gaze drifts to the cup in your hand. “All this for me, darlin’?” He asks, his fingers brushing gently against yours as he takes the cup from you.
“Uh…yeah, I-I just thought I’d give you a little something for all the help you’ve been giving me. It’s nothing much but...” you shrug your shoulders as you grab the plates and place them on the table. You needed a distraction, the ghost of his touch making you tremble a little with anticipation.
“You didn’t have to, darlin’ but I appreciate it all the same.” He moves off the door frame and makes his way to the table where you’ve laid out everything for breakfast.
He freezes when he sees the way you’ve laid it all out and his heart clenches, his mind bringing him back to that day twenty years ago. The day he lost everything.
“I got the bacon from Maria, she said I could….hey,” you say softly as you place your hand on his arm and squeeze gently. Worry is evident in your tone. “You, ok?”
Something flickers through his gaze before he turns to you with a nod. “Yeah, it’s…. it’s nothin. Let’s eat.”
***
The days had gotten warmer but that didn’t seem to matter with the way your body shivered from his heated gaze.
He thought he was being stealthy, but you caught him giving you the once over as you walked down the stairs dressed and ready for shooting practice.
The softness in his gaze was gone the moment you made eye contact and he tilted his head towards the door before turning and leaving you standing staring after him.
Maybe you shouldn’t have cooked him breakfast? You think to yourself as you run to catch up with him. The air between you was thick with tension and you struggled to keep up with him as he walked ahead of you.
The makeshift range Joel had built was empty this early in the day and you were grateful that you’d have his full attention today. He always seemed to help out the few stragglers who struggled to shoot the target. Always thinking of others. Typical Joel.
It’s why you loved him.
Oh god, you were so fucked.
“Alright,” he began as he grabbed his rifle and thrust it into your hands. “I’ve been thinkin’ it’s time we move onto the bigger guns, seeing as you mastered the handgun. What d’ya say?”
“I…uh - yeah sure…if you think I’m ready?” You gulp nervously. He nods, “I think you’re ready darlin’, just don’t shoot me and we’re all good.”
You glare at him for his smart-ass comment, and he raises his eyebrows, daring you to give him your usual sass. Instead, you hold the gun and aim it at the target, completely ignoring him.
You don’t see the way his mouth twitches slightly, a smile threatening to make its way onto his face.
Inhale. Exhale.
Taking two deep breaths you aim the rifle at your target and pull the trigger. Nothing happens. “Ya gotta take the safety off, darlin’. Remember?”
You close your eyes as embarrassment floods your veins. Of course, the fucking safety was on. Stupid, stupid, you think to yourself.
With the safety off, you aim at the target again and shoot. It misses. Of course, it does. And that kickback almost knocked you on your ass.
You sigh frustratedly and begin to aim again but are stopped when Joel comes in close, his warm breath tickling the skin of your neck and you can’t help the shiver that runs through you.
“Here, let me help before ya hurt yourself,” he teased. You nudge him in the stomach and he grunts, his hand holding his stomach, feigning injury.
He leans closer, his mouth hot on your ear, “was only teasin’ darlin. I know ya can handle a gun. These are a little bigger so…let me show ya how it's done.”
You think he’s going to take it off you and show you how it’s done the right way but you let out a surprised gasp when his hands run down along the curve of your waist and rest on your hips.
You take in a shuddered breath when he pulls you in close, the heat from his body radiating into your back, heating you from the inside out.
With your eyes closed you take in a few quick breaths, silently praying that he can’t feel your heart beating erratically. “Gotta hold it like this,” he whispers as his hand slowly moves to yours, helping you hold the gun correctly. “It’s better like this for the kickback, won’t hurt yourself this way.”
“Ok,” you stutter, unable to concentrate with the feel of his rough hands on yours. “Then you gotta aim. Make sure your legs are spread a little.”
He kicks out your leg with his foot and continues to hold you as you try to remember what he just told you.
Come on Y/N, you’ve got this. Don’t make a show of yourself in front of him.
“It’s alright darlin’, I got you.” He whispers, his face directly beside yours. With him holding you close; his comforting presence gives you the confidence you need to aim and hit the target.
“I did it,” you beamed, turning in his arms and kissing him in your excitement before you realised what you’d done and pulled back quickly.
His eyes are focused on your lips as you apologise. “Joel…. I’m-I’m so sorry I didn’t….”
The words are cut short as he wraps his hand around the back of your neck pulling you close, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. The rifle is long forgotten as it hits the floor with a loud clang beside you both.
The kiss is aching and all-consuming as our tongues caressed each other. You couldn’t believe that this was happening. That Joel Miller was kissing you.
His other arm slowly wraps around your waist pulling you impossibly close and you can feel him hard against you.
Pulling away, he rests his head against yours, breathing ragged as he tries to keep a semblance of control over his desire.
“You’ve no idea how badly I wanna fuck you right now, darlin”. He rasps, his hands - which have now moved to your ass - squeezing you hard.
“Really? I thought…I thought you liked me as a friend and nothing more,” you stutter nervously. He grinds himself against you and you can feel how hard he is. “Does that feel like I just wanna be friends”, he asks, voice deep and raspy with desire.
You don’t get the chance to answer though because his mouth is on you again and the kiss grows more heated by the second.
A throat clearing pulls you apart and you both glance up to find Tommy standing there with a sly smile on his face as he takes in your dishevelled state.
“I fucking knew it,” he exclaims cheerfully as he beams over at Joel. “Just friends my ass.”
“Fuck off, Tommy,” Joel growls and you can’t help but laugh at the way the brothers interact. Tommy raises his hands in surrender but that sly smile never leaves his face.
Joel pulls away from you and links his fingers with yours before turning and walking in the direction of his house.
“Will I tell Mrs Jenkins you’ll stop by tomorrow instead to fix that table, seeing as you’re a little busy,” Tommy shouts after you both, but Joel just ignores his brother as he walks with determination.
The minute his front door is closed he pushes you against the wall, mouth on yours as his hands explore the curve of your body. You run your hands up along his back and neck until you reach the soft curls of his hair and he groans when you tug them gently.
“Fuck darlin’, need to be inside you so bad but I’m too damn old to fuck you here. Gotta be in my bed,” he rasps, voice thick with desire.
“Lead the way, Miller.”
***
His room was sparse, with a bed and dresser and some clothes scattered across the floor. It screamed Joel and you couldn’t help the smile that worked its way onto your face.
You didn’t get to dwell on it though as he quickly closed the door behind him and pushed you onto the bed.
He stood there staring, his eyes taking in the curve of your body with hunger you’d never seen in him before, and you shuddered.
“Been thinkin’ bout this for far too long, darlin’.” He breaths raggedly, his eyes watching carefully as you begin to remove your clothing.
He gulps and a strangled groan slips past his slightly rough lips as he takes in the sight of you bare, the peak of your nipples pebbling with the cool air.
He quickly shucks off his boots as he climbs up the bed towards you, his body completely covering you. His mouth finds your nipple, pulling it between his teeth and you moan loudly, fingers running through his hair.
A sudden need washed over you. A need to feel him against you. To feel his bare skin against your own as you both seek out that pleasure you’ve wanted for too long.
Your hand moved beneath his shirt, eager to explore the expanse of skin littered with scars with your fingers. Your entire body pulsated with need, and you wanted him to give himself to you, all of himself.
With a shaky breath, you slowly move his shirt up his body but he’s quick to stop you, his hand grasping yours tightly. “What are ya doin’, darlin’?”
“I wanna feel you, Joel. All of you. I know why you like to sleep fully dressed but we’re safe here. I promise. Please?” You plead softly and you can see the war he’s having with himself in his eyes but after a moment he relents.
Pulling the shirt over his shoulders, he tosses it onto the floor and his jeans quickly follow leaving him bare. His hazel eyes stare down at you and there’s a vulnerability behind them.
You reach up wrapping your hand around his neck and you pull him into you, your lips meeting in a searing kiss. His hands grip your hips tight as he nestles himself between your thighs.
You angled your hips, urging him to sink inside you and take what he wanted. Taking himself in his hand, he notches the head of his cock at your entrance and with a roll of his hips, he sinks into your heat.
“Fuck, darlin’. So, god damn tight,” he says with a strangled groan. He begins to move, slowly at first pulling himself almost all the way out before pushing back in.
The sound of your soft whimpers and the sight of you writhing in pleasure beneath him has him losing his goddamn mind. He grabs your leg, throwing it over his hip as he begins to pound into you, the bed groaning with each thrust of his hips.
“Fuck, darlin’…I’m-I’m so close…need ya to…need ya to come first,” he groans into the skin of your neck, his teeth nipping you softly.
“Joel…. oh god I’m gonna….” You gasp as your orgasm pulses through you. He lets out a strangled groan at the feel of your cunt clenching tight around him.
His hips begin to falter and the only sounds he lets out are soft grunts as he nears his release. Pulling out he pumps himself twice before he spurts hot ropes of come all over your stomach.
You reach down, scooping it up with your fingers before sucking them into your mouth. He groans. “Fuck darlin’. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Using his tattered t-shirt to clean you up, he collapses onto the bed beside you pulling you into his chest.
“So…,” you say with a hint of nerves in your voice. “Does this mean we’re more than friends?”
His gaze meets yours and his face is serious as he takes in the features of your face. Your heart sinks a little, a worrisome feeling settling into the pit of your stomach. What if this was just a one-time thing? An itch to scratch?
Suddenly a smile works its way onto his face, and he turns on his side to face you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek gently in the palm of his hand.
“This means you're my lady, darlin’. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now.” He leans in and kisses you softly, once, twice and when he pulls away, he rests his head against yours.
“You won’t hear me complaining, Miller.” You kiss him again before he nudges you to turn over. He cuddled up behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close.
“Tommy is gonna have a field day with this,” he whispers, the hint of a smile in his voice. “Little shit.”
You giggle and his arm tightens its hold on you. “Get some rest, darlin’. When we wake, I’ll make something to eat.”
“Don’t you wanna get dressed first?” You ask and the movement of his thumb, which had been rubbing circles into the skin of your hip, stalls briefly. “Nah, I think we’re good.” Then, you both drifted off to sleep.
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hey darling!!
i don't know if you are taking requests, if not feel free to ignore this, but if yes, could you please write about what would be the brothers reaction for MC having a bellybutton piercing?
(btw i love your writing, keep it up!! & have a nice day! 💕)
Hi dear
Of course I would write it for you and YES; I do take requests 😊🥰
I'm really HAPPY that you like them❤️
What's Brothers reaction to MC's bellybutton piercing:
Warnings: Little NSFW
Lucifer:
"In the name of God, what the hell have you DONE???", said in his mind -obviously he acts like father in disguise 🥸-, but he likes it despite of it might give some pains to your cute -and sensitive (I have a point here 😏)- belly; not to mention that he figured it out while he was unbuttoning your shirt -you both were doing NAUGHTY things.
Anyways, he enjoys playing with the piercing -by his slim tongue- and seeing how you're face changs by its pleasure or tickles; of course he LOVES those sweet moans which you make everytime when his tongue touches your belly.
Mammon:
When he saw it, he narrowed his eyes and just looked at you with a smirk -not like he's having SEXY thoughts about you, NO! Actually he's having INSIDIOUS thoughts 🫡 (Upset?).
Although he likes it, he's VERY cautious not to touch it to make you feel pain or anything ( Awwww... He's fucking CUTE 🥺); so it means that everytime you having it, first he considers your mode, then does whatever he wants.
Levi:
"Buckduckiebxvi... WHATTTT??? JKCIWW *Blub blub blub* ", he totally panicked! (Sometimes I think he IS a pregnant woman rather than a man 😐). He cannot believe that you took the risk and DID it!! -or the other reason that he panicked is how SEXY you look like now, MANnnn.... He WANTS IT!!! But unfortunately he's panicked 🥲. "Wait a fucking minute, how HAS pierced it for YOU? A MAN???",
immediately he turned to his demon form and wants to kill the person -if he WAS a MAN ( You do realize that Levi was the ONLYone who cared about who did for you, right? Due to his envious; which is GOOD!!).Nevertheless, like Luci, he plays with it -in the bed time or not- because your voice is TOO much sweet.
Satan:
"Ohhh... Looks like little kitten has become brave. You wanted some attention or distract Daddy from his book? 😏 .... Prepared for the consequences?? *Whispered: Where's your collar?*". He's surprised that you have piercing -not expecting it would be your bellybutton- but loves it. When you were acting like kitten on his lengths, he saw it -your shirt went up- and just stared at it.
(You can say what will happen next, right? 🤗)
Asmo:
Just God damn him, he'll talk as much nonsense and flirting with you as he can and you JUST want to DIE -you wanted to shout: "I ate SHIT" :/ ( It's too late to regret 😔).
By the way, he suggests a lot of crop tops to show your bellybutton piercing -on the other hand, for showing your naughtiness 😁, because he loves to it. Of course he stares at it while he's talking to you and thinking about how far can you handle his play games with your new piercing (Freaky long night is waiting for you!!)
Beel:
Just sees something is sparkling and bothers his eyes 🫥 (I'm DONE, okay?? He... he just canNOT be like what you think 🥲). For some moments, he just stare at it and says: " Doesn't look edible, so why you handled the pain and took the risk??" ; you fought with your intention to not punch him in his stomach -or choke him-, you just grabbed his food and squinted your eyes and went to your room. He's confused now.
Belphie:
When he saw it, he looked at you amazed and and kinda smiled -maliciously with BAD thoughts😏- and said: "Humm... How interesting! Come and lie here so I can look at it clearly". You shouldn't have done what he said, you obeyed and now you're tricked. He plays with it; caresses around your bellybutton, rubs it and teases you as much as he can. You're going to have a VERY long -maybe with a little pain- night.
To say the truth, Belphie is more pervert than Beel😁 (In my opinion)
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