Hey love your work could you please do a Joel story where reader is virgin/ naive and they are on patrol or something similar. They get cold and Joel convinces/ tricks the reader to strip for warmth and starts touching her saying he just wants to keep her warm and she can keep him warm by using her mouth on him…. dubcon/noncon. Please? Thank you? ily?
Patrol
1.3k | CREEPY!Joel x naive virgin f!reader
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NSFW 18+ Dubcon/noncon nudity & sex acts: dry humping, vaginal fingering, oral sex; manipulation; idk what else to tag, but cannot stress enough what a creep he is or how naive reader is.
You’re relieved when Joel is your patrol partner. You’re new to the job and he’s more than capable of protecting you if it comes down to it. You’re posted at the top of a hill near a shack. Joel has a sniper rifle set up, but in all the times he’s been posted there, nothing has ever happened. Each of you has a blanket, but it’s not enough to stay warm. Your ass is freezing against the cold ground.
A bitter gust of wind hits, and Joel scoots over, wrapping you both in his blanket. He smells like pine, whiskey, and dried sweat. He rubs your arms, then starts to get behind you.
“Come on now, don’t be shy,” he says. “Can’t get warm keepin’ to yourself like that.”
He persuades you between his legs, and you have to admit you’re much warmer that way. Your ass especially benefits from the heat of his loins. He offers you a swig of whiskey. You’re of legal age to drink, but you’ve never really done it. He says it’ll help warm you up. He hooks his arm around you and holds the bottle up to your lips. It tastes awful and burns your throat, but he’s right, you get a little warmer.
You sit like that for a while. He hugs you close and his pants harden against you, which makes you tingle between the legs. You’re a little ashamed at how your body is reacting when he’s just being a nice guy, trying to keep you warm. Joel looks at his watch.
“We’ve got about an hour break now. Why don’t we go up in the shack to get a little warmer.” You didn’t know both people could break at the same time on a patrol.
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Inside the shack, there’s a decrepit sofa facing a window in the same direction you’re supposed to patrol. Without the wind, you’re already much less cold. You sit down on the couch. Joel suggests it’ll be better if you double up the blankets so you can both get under two layers. Makes sense to you. You snuggle up to him under both blankets.
“Still cold?” he asks.
“A little.”
“Here, lemme show you somethin’. Trust me for a second?”
“Okay.” He’s so capable and protective, of course you trust him.
He takes off his jacket and lifts his shirt up a few inches. Then, he lifts your shirt up, too, and your breath hitches. You swallow and don’t say anything. He pulls you up against him and his skin is so warm against yours, it feels like heaven. Your heart races.
“How’s that feel?”
“Warm,” you say. It also stirs something in your core, but you don’t tell him that part.
“That’s right. That’s why people take their clothes off and get really close when they’re cold.”
You don’t know what to say. You get a whiff of the whiskey on his breath.
He continues, “Might sound like a silly idea, takin’ your clothes off when it’s cold, but you feel it workin’ already don’t ya?”
“I guess so. . .” You’re embarrassed. Something about this feels strange, but you also don't want to seem even less worldly than you are if it's something people really do.
“It’s alright now, darlin,” he says softly as he unbuckles his belt. “We’ll just give it a try, see if it helps.”
He smiles kindly and reaches over to help you unbutton your pants. “Your core right here, that’s the warmest part of the body. This and your mouth,” he says, running his hands over your stomach and the front of your pants. “It’s like a furnace.” He pats your zipper, then unzips it. Your cheeks burn. “And your heart, here,” he pats your chest, “it’s important for heat, too.”
A small nod is all you can muster. “I’m just a little shy, to, uh-”
“Oh it’s okay darlin, it’s okay. I won't look. You just come on back under here when you’re all set, okay?”
“Okay.” You breathe a sigh of relief. The room is cold as you hesitantly disrobe.
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A minute later, you’re naked under the blanket except your bra and underwear.
“There ya go, darlin.”
You settle in against his naked body, curled up shyly as a small spoon. His arousal presses between your thighs. His hand comes to your underwear. “Whoops. Don’t forget, this is one of our furnaces.” He starts to pull them down.
“Want me to show you another trick real quick?” You don’t answer.
“I can give you a real strong burst of heat.” You freeze and say nothing as his hand slides into your panties. Several fingers wedge between your thighs, engulf your whole front in a hug, massaging you in a circular motion. Then, two fingers glide further, rubbing against your warm, wet folds. He pulls down the back of your underwear and nestles his hard package in your crack, rolling it into you and breathing heavily as he massages your throbbing clit. Tension coils in your core.
You don’t know what to make of any of this. You aren't stupid You aren't a child. It’s clearly turned into something sexual. But he’s so nurturing and protective, you feel like he has the best intentions.
His middle finger enters you and he whispers, “warmest part, right here,” then adds another finger with a sigh. His hardness moves against your crack and he grunts softly. Your hips slightly rock into his hand. “There ya go,” he says. “You’ve got the right idea.” He returns his fingers to your clit, trying different strokes, and when you softly moan, he stays with that one. He pets you faster and faster until the tension bursts and your body jerks. You’re not cold at all as your clit pulses, releasing the blood back into your body.
He pulls your panties back up. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna take these off,” he says. You’re relieved. His big, hard cock intimidates you. It’s uncomfortably close to your holes. “There’s another way you can get me warm.” You gulp.
“Here, turn over for a sec,” he says. Your ears burn and you can hardly make eye contact as you face him. He takes your hand and puts it on his hard cock.
“Feel this? Why don’t you wrap your warm little mouth around it, see if that helps me?” he asks. You feel obligated since he made you come, even if you never wanted him to.
“Um, okay. I mean, i’ve never. . .”
“It’s okay, darlin’, it’s all about stayin’ warm. Nothin fancy. You stay under the blankets too, okay? Don’t let that heat out.”
You get between his legs and take his stiff cock in your hand. You’ve felt a few guys harden against you while making out, but you’ve never held a naked one. It's smoother than you expect, and when he thrusts into your hand, the skin moves on the shaft.
You take him into your mouth and he moans softly. “There ya go,” he says. You seal your lips and suck like you think you’re supposed to, and he twitches in your mouth. “You’re doin’ great, darlin’.”
His hips begin to lift rhythmically, and you gag but keep your mouth sealed. His hands come to your head, pushing you down, making your eyes water as you gag more. You want it to be over as soon as possible, so you don’t complain. You try to do a really good job. Finally, he pulses inside you and his cum hits the back of your throat. You choke a little, then swallow it down.
“You alright?” He asks. You don’t answer. “C’mere, darlin.” He opens his arms and you lie on top of him for a few minutes. Then, he says the break time is over and it’s probably best to get back on the hill. You're uncomfortable, but you remind yourself he'd probably save your life in a heartbeat, so it's a small price to pay.
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by the grit of sandpaper {masterlist}
Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x F! Reader
Summary: Joel Miller is a gruff as they come, the world having changed him for the worst. But settling in Jackson with his brother changed him for the better. He's known around town as someone to help, whether it be with home repairs, construction, and hand carved trinkets. An offhand comment from you inspires him to branch out and create helpful kitchen wares. And it seems everyone has been gifted one from him, except for you. It makes you rethink the casual friendship you had developed with the man that had just begun to expand beyond patrols.
Word Count: 44.5k - ongoing
Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical language, pining, unrequited feelings, joel a little mean in this, heart of gold joel, carpenter joel, woodworking joel, artisan joel, patrol partnership, mild injuries, confessions, lots of feelings, angst, hurt and comfort, joel miller's hands need their own warning, arguing, heated interactions, smut, p in v, unprotected p in v, oral (f and m receiving), jealousy, more to be added as the story develops!
A/N: hinted at this back around the holidays, but will soon be committing time to bring this to life!
ao3 link || main masterlist || ko-fi
fic teaser || fic teaser no.2 || sneakie peek || olive's song
chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4 || chapter 5 || chapter 6 || chapter 7
epilogue
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Love ur fics so much! Do you ever plan to do a pt. 2 to creep/patrol joel??
Thank you so much! I'm chaotic to where I might say I'm not gonna do something (or not soon) then immediately do it, so take everything I say with a grain of salt.
Patrol Joel is so creepy I felt like I needed a shower after writing it lol (not in a bad way, I thought it turned out good, it was just kinda icky to step inside him if that makes sense). I almost wondered if it was too creepy for some people bc It was last by a lot in the sequel poll* and doesn't really get asks.
HOWEVER, having just revisited it - since the Patrol reader is an innocent virgin, I wouldn't feel right leaving her that way forever. . . .
*If you're thinking, "you still haven't done a Just the Tip sequel and it won the poll," you're right lol. I still want to at some point, but meanwhile I did a JTT blurb and initiated Left in Lincoln since people seemed to like the virginity loss part of Just the Tip.
Incidentally, Lincoln!Joel has similar creep energy as Patrol! Wow, full circle.
I'm taking note of this ask for sure, putting it on my Tim Rockford style board. Thanks for mentioning it because sometimes they're out of sight, out of mind.
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Ellie takes promises seriously, or rather, she wants to take them seriously, but it is still hard to trust people sometimes, even Joel. After he lied to her about the hospital, they eventually figured it out, sure, but now a nagging voice in the back of her head whispers, what if he is lying again with every 'I swear' or 'I promise' that leaves his lips - and she cannot help but think that it might be right.
However, she does trust Joel enough to tell him about that, and after a few days of him gritting his teeth and mumbling, inadvertently blaming himself, and trying to fix it, he does present her with a solution.
"A what?"
"A pinky promise: you lock pinkies, and it makes it count."
Ellie stares at her own hand, wiggling her fingers, and trying to decide if this is the stupidest thing she has ever heard or something that might actually be helpful. His expectant gaze weighs her down more and more the longer the silence stretches around them, and when she lifts her head, the smile on his face seems more tense than anything else.
"How is it different from a normal promise?", she asks, but she also shuffles closer to him on the couch and rests her cheek on his shoulder, Joel's arms a glowing embrace keeping her warm, keeping her together. She can feel his lips brushing over her hair when he responds, and maybe it can be stupid and helpful at the same time.
"You don't break pinky promises, ever. I used to do it with Sarah when she first started preschool. Pinky promised to come back for her, and I did every single time."
When his fingers fill the empty spaces between her ribs, her heart flutters with something akin to fond excitement, and she can't help the smile tugging on her lips as she gives in.
"Sure, we can do that. But if you ever break one, I will kill you."
Joel's chuckle vibrates through her skull and comes to rest at the bottom of her stomach, warm and comforting and a promise all on its own.
It does become something they do afterwards, hesitantly at first but then for anything and everything, and the splintered trust hanging fragilely between them sprouts new leaves and heals itself from the inside out.
They do it before she leaves for school over breakfast, locking pinkies and saying "I'll be here when you come back" or "I will pick you up later," and no matter which one it is, Joel sticks to it. There's "You get to choose the movie tonight" and "I really am okay, promise" after Ellie's nightmares leave even Joel absolutely terrified, and she curls up against his chest and exhales the weight on her shoulders when he promises to keep her safe, mumbles that carry her through her dreams all night long.
There is "You won't get hurt," "I didn't eat your chocolate," "I will come back," and "You matter to me."
There is "It wasn't your fault" and "I'm sorry". There's "You didn't fail me" and "I will never let you go, never send you away."
In the dead of winter, snowed in and surrounded by blinding darkness that tastes like sharpness and metal, like hands holding her down and blood coating her skin, her pinky shakes when Joel wraps his around it, but she finds his eyes and doesn't look away.
Promise me, she starts, and she doesn't really know how to finish it.
Promise me spring.
Promise me warmth.
Promise me that he won't haunt me forever.
Promise me that I deserve to be here while everyone else isn't.
Promise me you love me.
Joel cups her cheek with his free hand and presses a kiss to her forehead, both of them hidden away beneath layers and layers of blankets.
I promise, he says, and when their breaths mix in the small space left between them, their eyes both golden and tired, she squeezes his finger and he squeezes back, and it means everything all at once.
Promise, they say, over and over again, and they keep every single one.
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