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King of My Heart- Jace Wayland/ Herondale/ Lightwood x Reader

summary: jace had always had a crush on you, yet you would always reject him out of fear of losing your best friend, but when a new girl arrives at the institute you find yourself feeling jealous.

warnings: NSFW!! light smut :)

note: yes the title is another taylor swift reference... i've spent the last five days reading city of fallen angels and city of lost souls... i've just started heavenly fire today :) all i can say is malec <3 magnus is definitely one of my favourite characters right now!!

For as long as you could remember, Jace had always had an interest in you. When you arrived at the Institute at 12 years old, he had been the one you had first trusted. You were a scared, worried child who had just lost both of her parents, and he was always there for you no matter what. On a chilly February night, you had woken up from a terrible nightmare, and found yourself at Jace’s bedroom door. He had welcomed you into his room, wrapped you in a blanket and let you open up to him about your family and your past. You had fallen asleep by his side that night, after he had read you a story.

As the two of you grew up, it was obvious he had a crush on you. He would constantly ask you out and every time you would reject him he would only ask you again. Of course you liked him back, but the two of you were very… different. Jace was fearless, he acted from his heart and not his brain, he didn’t have a care in the world about what anyone thought of him. You, on the other hand, were wiser, thought logically and never took risks.

Jace loved to tease you, to watch you blush as he would compliment you, when his hands would be placed on your waist as he moved around you, when he would clean up your injuries from a battle. His favourite way of teasing you, however, was asking you out. He would catch a small smile beginning to form on your lips before you would shake your head, ‘no, Jace!’.

6 years passed and it was clear to you- and everyone for that matter- that he wouldn’t settle for anyone except you, and everyone believed that one day you would give in. But everything changed when a new girl arrived at the institute. Clary Fray.

It wouldn’t have bothered you, but Jace seemed to spend a lot of time with her. You found yourself feeling slightly jealous.

Jace stopped visiting your room at night to read together, instead you could hear him laughing with Clary in his room. Alec had also become aware of this new bond, and he didn’t really approve either, he wasn’t sure if they could trust her, yet Jace insisted they could.

Stupidly, you and Isabelle had gotten drunk one night at one of Magnus’ parties, and you had told her about your feelings for Jace.

“Really?” Her jaw dropped, “so you’re telling me you’ve been rejecting him all these years when in fact you actually liked him back?”

“Stupid, I know.” You sighed, nodding your head, “and now he’s found someone else, my chance has gone! Ugh, I knew I should have said something sooner.”

“But you didn’t want to ruin your friendship! It’s totally understandable, and I’m sure if Jace really loves you like we all think he does, he would want you to tell him.”

Something clicked in your brain and you scrambled to get up from the floor of the spare bedroom. You reached in your pocket for your phone and pulled it out, finding Jace’s contact in a heartbeat and pressing the call button, rushing out of Magnus’ apartment.

“Y/n?” Jace answered in a matter of seconds.

“Jace… hi! I’m coming back from M-Magnus’ party… I need to tell you something…” You slurred, stepping down the stairs one at a time to make sure you didn’t trip.

“Are you with someone?”

“No…”

“Wait outside, I’m on my way. I’m not letting you walk home by yourself.” He said before hanging up.

You wanted to argue back, telling him you’re a shadowhunter, you can walk home by yourself!

But it only took a matter of minutes for him to arrive.

“Oh my- y/n, how much have you had to drink?” He sighed, watching you stumble as you walked towards him.

“...I don’t know. Ask Izzy.” Your voice slurs as you trip on the side of the road, yet Jace is there to catch you.

“Trust me, I will.”

Jace had walked you home, asking you about your evening. You had told him how Magnus’ cat was the cutest thing you have ever seen and how a vampire had tried to get your phone number.

“But I didn’t tell him, Jace.” You whisper as he helps you to take off your boots, sitting you down on your bed, “because I love you.”

Jace’s face went blank for roughly two seconds, trying to process what you had just said.

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying. Get some rest, okay?” Jace smiled softly, helping you get tucked into bed.

“I mean it, Jace.” You tell him, “I think I’ve always loved you, but I’ve been afraid… afraid we’ll lose our f-friendship.”

“Let’s talk about this when you’re sober, okay?” Jace’s tone had a hint of seriousness to it. "It's not that I don't trust you or believe you, but you're drunk."

“Okay… thank you, Jace.”

“No worries. Sweet dreams, love.”

* * *

“She’s alive!” Jace laughed, imitating a zombie’s voice as you sat down for breakfast.

“Oh, shut up,” you chuckle, “I’m never drinking again.”

“You’ve been saying that for the last… year.” Alec says, taking a bite out of his pancake.

“I know, but I mean it this time. Where’s Iz?”

“I think she slept at Magnus’.” Said Jace

“Yeah, he called me to let me know she’s there and that she’s safe. She fell asleep in one of his spare bedrooms.”

“Typical Izzy,” Jace scoffed, “I’m surprised you didn’t stay.” He said to Alec, who explained they had gotten into an argument.

Jace placed a plate in front of you, he had made pancakes for everyone. Everyone including,

“Hi guys!”

Clary.

Jace sent her a smile, passing her a plate too. You watched her with evil eyes as she tried to involve herself in the conversation- but failed terribly. It was very clear Alec didn’t like her much, either.

“Jace,” you began after finishing your pancakes, standing up, “I think we need to have that talk, don’t we?”

Jace’s eyes lit up and Clary sent him a glance of confusion. He didn’t say anything, instead he led you to his room. Shutting the door behind him as you sat on his bed.

“I don’t like her much.” You say with a sigh, looking down at the bag of her things at the bottom of Jace’s bed.

“I got that impression,” Jace smirked, “why’s that?”

“I dunno. I feel like ever since she got here we’ve… drifted.”

“Drifted? Us?” Jace waved his hand as if to dismiss what you had said, “nobody will come between us, okay? She’s just having a tough time right now, she needs somewhere to stay and-”

“So you let her stay in your room? Jace, there’s hundreds of bedrooms here,” that was a bit of an exaggeration, “surely she’d rather have her own space.”

“Is someone jealous?” He raised an eyebrow, smirk plastered on his face, “it’s okay, we can create a router, you can stay on Mondays and-”

“Jace!” You interrupted, “you just don’t get it, do you?”

He crouched down in front of you so he was at your level.

“I thought, because this is how you treated me that maybe I was… I don’t know, special? God that sounds stupid.” You shake your head, resting it in your hands before Jace takes your wrists, forcing you to look at him.

“You are special to me, y/n. Like I said, Clary is only here temporarily, okay? If you’re upset that I’m not spending as much time with you-”

“It’s not that, Jace!” You huff, “the way you treat her, it’s just like how you treated me. You then tell me you love me- for years! And as soon as I realise I’ve maybe possibly felt the same way all this time, you’ve already moved on. I feel terrible, Jace. I feel like I’ve-”

He shut you up, placing a hand on the side of your face and pulling you into a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, and felt much nicer than the back of your hand. Your right hand came to the back of his head, pulling him closer.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for that.” Jace said as he pulled away for air. “Do you remember what you told me last night?”

“Oh, I know what I said. And yes, Jace, I meant it.” You say before pulling him back in, his lips on yours felt like heaven.

His hand came down to your waist, helping you move further up the bed as he leaned over you, setting his body between your legs without your lips parting for the slightest moment.

“Can I?” His hand was on your bare stomach underneath your jumper, wishing to move higher, but he needed your permission.

“Please.” You panted, your back arching involuntarily against his touch.

His hand snaked up and rested on your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your bra as his kisses moved down towards your neck. You were glad you still wore your strapless bra from last night as Jace reached behind you and took it off with ease, throwing it to the floor before tugging on one of your nipples, causing a gasp to leave your lips.

“Jace…” You moaned, your fingers tangling into your hair.

“Hmm.” He hummed against your skin.

“I need… I want more. Please.”

He began to nibble on the delicate skin on your neck, sure to leave some marks, as his hand slid down, his fingers resting under the waistband of your jeans.

“You sure?” He asked, pulling back so he could scan your face for any signs of hesitation.

“Yes… I’ve never been more sure.”

He smiled gently, retracting his hand so he could unbutton and unzip your jeans, pulling them down to where your knees were hanging off the mattress.

His hand cupped your clothed heat as you gasped against his mouth. Two of his fingers began rubbing over your clothed clit, causing you to grip onto his shoulders. He slipped his fingers under your panties and groaned at the feeling of your arousal.

You let out a small moan followed by his name as he prodded a finger into your hole, his thumb playing with your clit when suddenly,

“Jace! Can I come in!” Clary knocked on the door.

Your eyes widened as Jace slipped his finger inside you and curled upwards, the pace of his thumb increasing as he kissed your neck. Not caring that Clary was at the door and that it was unlocked.

“Not right now, Clary. Why?” Bastard, you thought as Jace replied, wishing he would have just sent her away.

You felt a pressure building in your lower belly as Jace slipped a second finger into your pulsing cunt. You let out another small moan, your grip on his shoulders tightening as his hand clasped over your mouth.

“Oh I just wanted to get my pencils… Is someone in there with you?” She asked innocently.

The pressure continued to build and soon you came undone on Jace’s fingers. He worked you though your high, until your hand came down to grab his wrist. As he pulled his slick covered fingers from you, he slipped one into his mouth, moaning at the taste before leaning down to press a kiss against your lips.

“That’s okay, you can come in now.” Jace grinned at you as he helped you button your jeans back up. You moved and sat beside Jace, your thighs still slightly trembling from your orgasm as Clary opened the door slowly.

Jace placed his hand on your thigh and sent Clary an innocent smile as she rummaged through her bag.

“Found your pencils?” He asked, watching as her face screwed up.

“Yes… but this isn’t my bra?”

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amortenablack · 5 months

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Hello! ✨

It��s me again! Hehe would you be able to do a Jace one where reader is living at the institution and has known the group since they were little and reader is dating a guy who laid hands on her then one night she comes back to the institution sneaking in at night and Jace finds her with bruises and is mad ready to go look for the guy to where Jace and reader get into a spat about it but she’s only been dating other people to distract herself from loving Jace all these years because he doesn’t do love but in the end loves her.

Hope all is well! Xoxo 🤍

hi my love!!! ahhh jace is one of my favourite characters to write for and especially soft jace <3 he has my whole heart!!!

Just Pretend- Jace Wayland/Herondale x Reader

summary: you've liked jace for years, but you never wanted to accept it, so you would date other people to take your mind off of him. however, one night you come home late, and jace finds out everything.

warnings: mentions of a violent relationship, but nothing too graphic

notes: yes, the title is supposed to be a bad omens reference :) also, i was thinking of writing a part 2 to this, but i'm currently working on 2 other fics right now AND part 2's to three other stories!! but that won't stop me <3

Two years, six months and four days. That is how long you have been lying to yourself. That is how long you’ve been dating Jack, a guy you met at the bar. You found it easy in the first year, projecting your feelings towards Jace onto him, but lately things have been changing. Jack’s been getting suspicious about you and Jace, and when he feels this way he is easily angered and will throw things around, taking his anger out around his apartment- until tonight, where he laid his hands on you.

The reason for it was because you were just over five minutes late to your date that evening, and he believed you were spending your time with Jace instead. But that was silly, Jace hated you. You felt as if he hated you from the moment you walked into the Institute, with nowhere else to go, nowhere else to call home.

Jace would ignore you, give you looks from across the room, it was as if your presence bothered him. But you still had feelings for him.

Jace is stunningly attractive, it’s not a lie. But that isn’t why you felt this way for him. One night, only months after moving into the Institute, you had a nightmare. With nowhere else to go, you went to the greenhouse, and Jace was the only other person there as it was late. You hadn’t talked to him much before, but you sat by him that night and he asked if you were okay, seeing the tears stain your cheeks. You told him about your nightmare, and he comforted you, telling you he often has nightmares too. That night was the only time in all the years that you’ve known Jace, that you’ve had a proper conversation. He opened up about himself that night, and was vulnerable with you, and so you guessed that’s the reason why he avoids you now. Or at least that’s what you hoped was the reason.

It was late by the time you got back to the Institute, and you moved around quietly to ensure you wouldn’t wake anybody up. However, when you got to the top of the stairs, there was a shadow at the other end of the hallway. A shadow you easily recognised.

“Jace?” You whisper-yelled, and he came into your sight.

“Do you know what time it is?” He asked, seeming quite pissed off.

“I don’t know… 11?”

“It’s 2am, y/n. You know the rules. Home by 10.” He says, as he walks closer to you.

You watch his face as his eyes scan you. From the mascara running down your cheeks, your hair- wet and tangled from the rain- and then…

“What the fuck is that on your arm?” He asked, panic lacing his voice as he grasped your forearm, making you wince, “are these bruises?”

“Yeah, uh-” you cleared your throat, wracking your brain for a coverup story, “I got in a fight… at the bar… with um, a girl.” Your voice smaller and smaller as you lied to his face.

“Bullshit. He did this to you, didn’t he?”

“No! I-”

“Stop fucking lying to me, y/n!” He raised his voice, his eyes glossy with tears, but also filled with anger.

You couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. Tears you’ve been holding back for weeks now. As they spill from your eyes, you wrap your arms around Jace involuntarily, expecting him to pull away.

But he doesn’t.

He comforts you, gently stroking your back as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

“How long has this been going on?” He asks softly, pulling back from you slowly.

“Can we sit down… it’s a long story.”

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

You explain to Jace that Jack believed you were cheating on him, but where he was wrong in one aspect, he was right in believing you had feelings for Jace. You told him the truth, and didn’t hold anything back from him. You told him exactly how you felt, and by the way his face softened, his body language changed and his attitude switched, you could tell he had something to tell you too.

“I’m sorry,” he says, leaning towards you to place his hand on your knee, to which you flinch away from, “I’m really sorry. I’ve acted like such a dick towards you, and it’s not your fault, okay? I just… didn’t want to accept the way I felt. I love you too, more than you think. I’m just scared, I find it difficult opening up to people, and when I met you I felt so… comfortable around you. I felt like such an idiot for it, and I hate myself for treating you this way. If only I told you then-”

“It’s okay, Jace.” You said, placing your hand on his, “you couldn’t have known.”

You hugged him once more, and as you pulled away he noticed blood running down your leg. You explained to him that Jack had pushed you, and you tripped over. Jace rose to his feet and took your hand, leading you to his bathroom where he pulled out a first aid box.

He took his time cleaning the wound as you sat on his bed. He was ever so gentle as he wiped the alcohol pad over your skin, holding your hand with his unoccupied one. You squeezed his hand tightly as the pain ran through your veins.

“You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart,” he told you, “it’s almost done.”

He bandaged up the wound with care, and placed a tender kiss over the bandage on your thigh, his eyes meeting yours as his lips met the material. You felt butterflies swarm your stomach, and blushed as he stood back up.

“How does it feel?” He asks as you stand back up.

“As good as it can.” You tell him, putting on a smile.

“Good.” He smiles, placing his hand on your back, “let’s get you to bed, now. We can talk more in the morning.”

As Jace walked you to your room you couldn’t help but worry that he would turn back into his old ways in the morning. Sure, he said you could talk about it more in the morning, but would he be feeling the same way in the morning? Or would he change his mind?

As you reached out your hand to open the door to your room, Jace got there first. You felt your cheeks redden again as your hand lingered over his. You couldn’t help but notice how soft his hands felt, despite the marks, scars and wounds they held.

He opened the door for you and gestured for you to step inside. You switched on the light as you entered, expecting Jace to follow behind you, but he didn’t. He stayed at the door.

“Goodnight, y/n.” He said, a soft smile on his lips, “you know where my room is if you need me, if you can’t sleep or…” He trailed off as he slowly stepped closer to you, eyelids falling shut as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

He looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, his fingers running through your damp hair.

“Sweet dreams.” Was the last thing he said before leaving, returning to his own room. You were so caught up in the moment that you hadn’t processed his departure. You wished you could’ve asked him to stay longer, to perhaps even stay in your room tonight. But it was too late. We can talk tomorrow, he said. You held onto the hope that he meant what he said, and that he would go through with it. You really hoped.

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amortenablack · 5 months

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Little Loner

Pairing(s): Jace Wayland x fem!reader

Warnings: clary being jealous but then cupid??, I wrote this while sleep deprived, fluff at the end, Clary x Simon if you squint.

Words: 1,743

Author's Note: I finally finished the requests. Now have some drafts while I work on sequels and stuff <3

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Jace leads Clary to Hodge, but hesitates when he sees an open door. He finds himself pausing to admire the scene, leaning on the door frame with a crooked smile. Clary moves to get a better view and is confused.

A girl sits in a windowsill, her pencil hitting the paper lightly as she sketches out the scenery outside the window. The light appears to angle just right, giving her an almost angelic presence. Black runes cover her skin, some disappearing to hide under her clothes.

Clary leans over to Alec and whispers. "Who is that?"

Alec simply nods a little. "Y/N. Jace has a thing for her, but he's never acted on it." Clary feels her heart break a little. "Shame, really. She likes him too, but they're both too stubborn to be the one to confess."

"Oh..."

"My advice," Alec looks between her and the room, "stay away from Jace."

He moves on before she can ask much else, walking along the halls and calling to Jace quietly. Jace is brought back to reality as he gives one last look into the room before venturing on.

"So, Y/N..." Clary tries.

She doesn't miss when Jace blushes slightly, "another Shadowhunter. She's been here a long time, however she really only talks to me."

"Why's that?"

He chuckles a little but shakes his head. "That's none of my business to tell. She's a great person when you get to know her though." That's all the information he gives before they reach their destination. He opens the door and gestures inside with a nod.

His expression stays neutral, stoic as he explains, "You may find Hodge a little eccentric, but he's one of the greatest Shadowhunters that's ever lived." He looks down at the cloth in her hand and his brows furrow. "Here, give me that."

She walks inside of the giant room, her body and eyes exploring. The two boys walk in after her. They watch her carefully. Despite her distance, Clary can still hear Jace and Alec by the door.

"Don't lead this one on while you pursue your little loner. You'll get her hopes up, and if she decides to stay...the rune to fix a broken heart is the most painful one." She could practically feel Jace roll his eyes.

"I'm not leading her on."

"Oh? Is that so? Because I don't normally go around flirting and being handsy with random people, Jace." Alec warned. "It's obvious, the way Clary looks at you. I'd tone down your 'lack of leading her on' before she gets the wrong idea."

The doors shut suddenly, causing Clary to flinch, and Alec storms off down the hall, leaving Jace to think over his words. The more he thought about it, the more he tried to deny it.

Jace opens the door, "The Silent Brothers are ready for her."

When Clary and Jace set off for their next location, she noticed a new companion had replaced Alec. It was the girl from before. The girl that Jace liked.

"I didn't expect you to be joining us..." She tries to make conversation, but Y/N barely acknowledges her.

"I admire your attempt, but she won't talk. Not unless she's comfortable with you." Jace smiles at the girl in question, who smiles to herself but stays quiet.

"How long would that take?"

"Patience is a virtue, Clary." Jokes Jace. "I suppose I was the first person who ever really tried, so there's not much to go off of. She's coming with us because I asked her too."

The redheaded girl can't help but glance between the two every now and then. She isn't sure whether she feels jealous or wants them to be together, but she can say one thing for sure; The tension was nauseatingly strong.

"Why didn't Hodge come with us?"

"He hasn't left the institute in years." Jace shrugs as he continues walking. "Some say it's a spell."

"He's agoraphobic." Y/N giggles at Clary's bluntness, leading to the ginger giving her a small smile. One she returned. They stop and turn, Jace crossing his arms while he waits.

"Is that him?" Clary asks.

Jace follows her gaze and shakes his head. "No, that's Harold, the groundskeeper." He tilts his head, leaning in a bit, "that's him."

She looks up a little and feels a small shiver of unease crawl up her spine. A comforting hand is felt on her shoulder, and she's met with Y/N's smile when she turns her head. The action leaves her wondering how obvious her discomfort was, but she still is thankful.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Clary looks to the two as though asking for help, but nods regardless. "We will help you to remember."

The trio follow the tall robed man, Clary a little more hesitant. Y/N turns, kind smile still standing, and lifts a finger to the middle of her lips. Clary nods and follows behind.

Along the way she trips, "Ow!"

Jace turns his head instantly, shushing her. "You'll wake the dead."

Clary rolls her eyes. She catches Y/N giving her an apologetic shrug, the girl nodding with her head to continue.

"I can't believe this place is just outside of the city..."

She follows the duo to the window like ledge they looked through. Jace's voice catches her off guard, "Welcome to the City of Bones." His breath is right next to her ear, sending her hairs to stand on their ends.

"This is where the Silent Brothers draw their power, from the bones and ashes of Shadowhunters."

"All of them are buried here?"

"Yes." Jace looks to the wall, "One day," he taps a skull, making Y/N giggle, the sound eliciting a smile to slide upon his pink lips, "that's gonna be me."

Clary stops to look at the skeleton. Sensing her unease, Y/N urges her forward with a light touch. Clary stops a few steps forward, inspecting the room from entryway.

"This is as far as we go." She looks at Jace, and he assures her, "You'll be fine."

"So you've done this before?"

Y/N and Jace exchange a glance. She dawns an apologetic look as shakes her head and Jace replies, "No."

Clary decides to continue to try and talk to Y/N, "Have you ever met Magnus Bane?"

The girl only shakes her head.

"You know... I'm quite jealous of you." Clary admits with a laugh. Y/N tilts her head in confusion, prompting Clary to continue. "I thought Jace was into me, and if I'm being honest, I'm really into him but... I'd be stupid to stand in your guys' way."

Her brows furrow, even more confused than before. Clary's hopes range from high to doubtful, there's a chance Alec was wrong, that she didn't have feelings for him, but she saw the way the two looked at each other. She might've been naïve and clouded in her conflicting feelings, but she wasn't blind.

"Jace likes you too. And honestly...you should go for it." She looks away, ashamed of her own assistance in helping the guy she liked be with someone else. However, she doesn't have time to mope, when a voice she hasn't heard before causes her to snap her eyes back to Y/N's face.

"Is it that obvious?" A shy expression, laced with a little embarrassment, greets her.

"You-"

"I talk, yes." She chuckles. "Jace wasn't lying. I mostly talk to him, but after I realized my feelings for him, I started to confide in Alec. My only problem was that I didn't realize Alec also had feelings for Jace... But, Alec saw how much I love Jace, and told me that he had found interest in someone else. Whether that's true or not, I don't know, but, my feelings for Jace have always been around since then. I'm just...not too sure what to do about it."

Clary nods understandingly, and places her hand atop Y/N's. "Talk to him."

Y/N thinks about it for moment, and then nods. "Thank you."

"Hey. Can we talk?" Jace turns, nodding when he realizes it's Y/N. The blond looks around the infirmary, making sure Simon and Clary are accounted for one more time before he returns to facing her. He follows her to the study, sitting beside her on the piano seat.

"What's wrong?"

Her fingers press into the keys, a slow recollection of a piece by Bach. "It's nothing... I spoke to Clary-'

"You talked to Clary?" Y/N giggles at his dumbfounded expression. "M'sorry, that just caught me a little off-guard, you don't normally talk to anyone else."

"That's fair. Basically, she gave me some advice to a problem I have, not that I asked her for it- she actually noticed it- anyways, after Simon and the vampires and everything- I guess- my point is, Jace..."

"Yes?" His eyes were laced with concern, no longer amused by her sudden socializing.

"I like you. Like, really really like like you." She bit her lip. "Like...I'm in love with you."

Y/N stared at Jace, waiting for his answer. She grew nervous as time started to feel slower. The seconds felt like they were snail's paced, so close yet so far away. Sweat dripped down her forehead and her heartbeat rang in her ears. It was all so overwhelming until-

"I'm in love with you too."

"You what?"

Jace smiled shyly. "I'm in love with you too. I've been for a long time now." His eyes trace over her lips, the distance between them closing gradually. He hovers above her lips when his eyes meet hers again.

It's all in slow motion and superspeed at the same time. She lets go of control and lets her instincts take the reigns. Her lips crash into his and he lets out a surprised groan. Their eyes both close as they kiss one another, their lips partaking in a dance they somehow know. By the time they pull apart, they're out of breath and their eyes are blown.

"How long?"

She blinks. "Pardon?"

"How long have you been waiting to do that?"

"If I'm being honest, a month or so after we met. What about you?" Y/N giggles.

"Since we first met."

Clary leans against the door, heart half broken and half full, yet content with herself. Maybe she should look into what Simon's benefits are.

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amortenablack · 5 months

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It's a bad idea, right?

Series: The Mortal Instruments

Pairing: Jace Wayland x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Possibly OOC Jace, slight description of Reader (mainly that Jace is taller than her), use of Y/N. All characters are aged 18+.

Summary:

Y/N has a Warlock ex that seems to have her under his spell, metaphorically speaking, and every time he calls, she answers.

Jace has had enough of watching her go back to him repeatedly. Because they're friends, definitely not because he's in love with her or anything.

A/N: Guys, I have finally caved into my desires and am diving deep into the world of The Mortal Instruments. I watched most of the show a few years ago and saw the movie a few days ago, which led me to buy a box set of the 6 Mortal Instruments books. I am just about halfway through The City of Bones, so I still have a lot of learning to do. Forgive me if I need to correct something.

Also, I love all the show characters, but Movie Jace feels closer to Book Jace than Show Jace, so I am committed to Movie Jace for visual representation and Movie Jace only.

Does that make sense to you? Yes? Cool.

"You were where last night?" Izzy asked her a bit too loudly as she and Y/N walked into the weapons room where Alec and Jace were working on cleaning their weapons used from the previous mission.

Y/N shushed her as the two boys looked over, "Seriously, whatever happened to private girl talk?"

Izzy rolled her eyes, speaking lower than before so the guys wouldn't hear, "What ever happened to cutting him out of your life? Finding a new guy to get in your bed to get over him, that's why we went to Pandemonium last night, remember?"

Y/N huffed in response. Of course, she knew that's why Izzy and Clary dragged her to Pandemonium. It was a plan that she had yet to be very keen on. Izzy had gone to powder her nose, and Clary went to dance when Demetrius Black approached her on the dance floor, convincing her to leave with him.

It never took much convincing. He never went to Pandemonium, so she thought it was safe, but alas, she woke up in his bed again with her favorite tea made just the way she liked it on the nightstand next to her. He was nowhere to be seen.

Izzy rolled her eyes at the lack of response, "I need to put a tracker on you, like an outdoor cat." She turned on her heels and walked away.

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair before leaving the weapons room. She needed to punch something, so she soon found her way to the training room, where a punching bag sat calmly in the middle.

Then she beat the shit out of it.

"Stupid Demetrius and his stupidly charming attitude."

One Two.

"Stupid me for falling for it, again."

One Two Three.

"And stupid Mundane girl who couldn't keep her grimy hands to herself!"

With enough force of one last punch, the bag flew backward, hitting the wall as she let out a long groan of anger.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Jace's voice appeared behind her making her jump out of her skin.

"Jesus Christ,"

"Not exactly." He smirked, but she ignored his comment.

"Do you feel the need to scare everyone or just me? Am I that special?" Sarcasm dripped from her lips as she began walking over to the punching bag so she could put it back in its usual location.

"Stop dodging my question. Do you want to talk about why you punched the bag across the room?"

She signed, letting the bag stand back up, "Will you try not to make fun of me for at least ten minutes if I tell you."

He chuckled, leaning against a pillar with his signature smug look, "I'll try my very best."

She couldn't look him in the eye, but she told him everything. From Izzy's plan to it failing when she left her alone for not even five minutes to waking up in her ex's bed again.

His expression was stoic throughout the entire time she was speaking; all of Jace's smugness and ego quickly flushed away as envy flooded his veins.

She didn't notice his change in expression because she refused to look at him.

"I know it's stupid, but it's like he put a spell on me."

"You have a permanent ruin to block any Warlock from using that magic on you."

She groaned, "I meant metaphorically." She plopped down on the bench and ran a hand through her hair.

"Well, I don't even know what you see in the Warlock-"

"Alec is with Mangus, and you never have anything to say about that, but when I date a Downworlder who has helped us just as much as Mangus has, you suddenly have an issue?"

He didn't have a chance to think before he spoke, blurting out, "I can't stand to see you hurting yourself with someone who doesn't deserve you."

Her head snaps to finally make eye contact; she lets her emotions talk without knowing what to think, "You don't get to decide who deserves me, Jace. You're not my father, and you're not my brother. Don't act like it."

He stepped closer to where she was sitting, "He cheated on you. Remember that? You cried to Clary and Izzy for days about it, then you cried yourself to sleep after all that," He saw the shocked look on her face, "We share a wall, remember? The same wall both of our beds are up against. I heard it all and witnessed you tear yourself apart from all the insecurities he gave you. So yes, I may not be in a position to say it, but I can say for certain that he doesn't deserve you."

The tension between the two shadow hunters was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Neither of them said anything else, just stared at each other until she stood up and brushed past him.

"Thanks for the reminder."

Jace only watched as she left the room, wanting to walk after her but feeling paralyzed where he stood. He cursed under his breath and looked down at his feet.

It was his turn to send the punching bag flying across the room.

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That night, the group went on a mission to track down a Vampire, killing humans left and right. Clary had poked around through the different nests in the city with Alec and Izzy, but none of them seemed to be acquainted with the rouge Vampire.

Jace and Y/N were tasked with searching Pandemonium for the Vampire or any information retaining it.

Things between them were still tense, and the others could see it, but Jace had been the one to wordlessly follow her to Pandemonium. The music was loud and beating through her head, making the memories from the night prior resurface, but she shook it off as she looked around for any suspicious Downworld behavior.

She and Jace had split up in the crowd, which meant she was alone when she felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. She pulled it out seeing a text from Demetrius:

Demetrius: I can tell you're working from how you dress tonight, but meet me at the bar. I might have the information you are searching for. ;)

Tensing up, she looks over at the bar seeing Demetrius leaning against it in all his glory, smirking knowingly at her. She pushed her hurt deep down and walked over to him.

"Well, you look lovely tonight, darling." He said, reaching out to touch her hair when she stopped about two feet away, but she smacked his hand away quickly.

"No time for pleasantries, Demetrius. Do you know anything about a Rouge Vampire, or are you wasting my time?"

"Playing hard to get tonight? Let me buy you a drink." He said as he waved to the bartender to get his attention.

She scoffed, shaking her head, "I knew this was a waste of time--" She stopped speaking when she backed into someone's chest; she didn't even need to look up to know it was Jace. She didn't realize he found them.

Jace didn't move at the contact; he only stared at Demetrius, who noticed he was standing there because she had stopped speaking.

"Oh look," he commented, bored, "It's the guard dog. Don't you have anything better to do than following her around like a lost puppy?"

"We're working, Demetrius." She spoke as Jace opened his mouth, cutting him off before a fight could break out, "Since you don't actually have any information for me, I am going to leave."

She brushed past Jace, leaving the two boys at the bar and disappearing into the crowd.

Jace followed her with his eyes until he knew she was out of earshot. Looking back at Demetrius with a glare that could kill a thousand men, he said, "If you come near her again, I will not hesitate to track you down and kill you myself."

Demetrius smirked, taking a sip from his drink, "And break The Clave's precious rules? From what she told me, you are one of those who respect the Covenant more than anything."

Jace took two steps forward, standing toe to toe with the Warlock, a look of pure hatred in his eyes, "I would break a thousand rules if it made her happy. I would break a thousand rules to make sure she is safe. Don't test me, Warlock."

Demetrius took another sip of his drink, "I always knew, from the moment I had the displeasure of meeting you, that you were in love with her. I watched as you protected her like a lovesick puppy even though she was head over heels in love with me. Now that she is single, why haven't you swept her off her feet to prevent her from falling into my bed?"

He leaned close to his ear, saying just above a whisper, "Maybe it's because you know she will never love you back."

Jace shoved him away, stalking off to get back to work. Only to watch as she left the storage room and in his direction; as she passed him, she said, "Threat has been neutralized, let's get out of here."

She was annoyed. Mostly at herself for thinking he wouldn't come back to her favorite club to antagonize her, but also at the fact that she had to take on a Vampire by herself because Jace decided to have a little chat with her ex.

At the same time, she was proud of herself for finally avoiding Demetrius' charm like the plague. Progress is Progress.

As she exited Pandemonium, she pulled out her phone and started texting Clary to let them know the Vampire was found and taken care of, but Jace pulled her phone out of her hands.

"I'll take that." He said as he went to her contacts lists.

Her jaw dropped, "Jace! Give that back!" She snapped, watching him smirk at her phone as he tapped the screen a few times before giving it back to her.

"First step, blocking your ex's number."

She rolled her eyes and brushed passed him. Raising her hand, a cab drove up to her almost immediately.

"How do you always get cabs so quickly?" He muttered loud enough for her to hear as he stood behind her protectively.

"It's a gift," she said flatly, getting into the cab and scooting over so Jace could get in, even though she wanted him to get his own taxi.

"You cant just avoid me forever." He said into her ear once she got comfortable after telling the driver where to drop them off.

She crossed her arms, staring straight ahead, "Watch me."

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"Jace, let you fight the Vampire by yourself?" Izzy asked her in the kitchen of the Institute, snacking on popcorn with Clary on the opposite side of her as the three girls usually did after a hunt.

"He didn't let me; he was at the bar talking with Demetrius. I thought he followed me into the crowd when I left the bar, but he wasn't behind me when I found the Vampire and pointed it out to him." She ran a hand through her hair and looked down, "I didn't want to lose him, so I followed the Vampire into the storage room, scared off the mundane that was with him, and killed the bloodsucker."

Clary laughed, "And you did it by yourself."

Y/N shrugged, "It was easy because he was a new Vampire who didn't have anyone to guide him."

"What did Jace say when you told him you took care of it?" Izzy tossed another piece of Popcorn into Clary's mouth, and she caught it successfully.

"He didn't react, just followed me out and got rid of Demetrius' contact on my phone."

Clary nearly choked on her popcorn before swallowing it, "He did what?"

Sighing, she nodded, "Yeah, talk about quitting cold turkey."

Izzy giggled, elbowing Clary lightly. "Maybe Jace will finally start courting her."

Y/N raised an eyebrow; Jace was into someone? That was new information, "Courting who? We don't come into contact with many shadow hunters unless he has a secret Mundane lover."

Blinking, Izzy looked from Clary to Y/N and back to Clary, "Is she serious?"

"I think she is."

"Okay, what are you two going on about?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest, blinking at the two of them.

"How do we put this nicely-" Clary began speaking, but Izzy cut her off, "Jace has been in love with you since we were thirteen."

Taken aback, all Y/N could do was laugh, "What? No! You guys are crazy. The only person Jace loves is himself." She rolled her eyes, grabbing a few pieces of popcorn.

Clary spoke up, "When I first learned I was a Shadow Hunter and Jace brought me to the institute, I thought he was cute, but then I saw the way he looked at you, and I thought you two were a thing for a whole month until I saw you making out with a mundane near Pandemonium."

"I remember that!" Izzy giggled, turning to Y/N, "Clary freaked out and came running to me saying that you cheated on Jace and that we needed to tell him. It was so funny trying to explain to her that the two of you weren't a thing."

"My point is," Clary interjected, looking at Y/N, "Jace Wayland has been pining over you for so long. He's extra protective of you. When you came home crying a few months ago because the dirtbag cheated on you, Alec had to stop him from hunting him down and killing him without a second thought."

Y/N sank in her chair, blinking, "I had no idea."

"You're just a little oblivious; it's okay," Izzy said, patting her head.

She shook her head, "It's late. I'm going to bed."

She exited the chair and said goodnight to the two girls before leaving the kitchen.

She was going to bed, but then her feet decided to take her to where she knew Jace would be at this time of night.

The garden.

She opened the door quietly, searching for the blond among the flowers and plants, when she spotted him sitting on a bench. He was reading a book that she couldn't read the title of because of how old it was. She walked over to him and placed her hands in her sweater pockets, "You know how to read?"

He looked up at her from his book, "Sneaking up on people is supposed to be my thing."

"You'll have to learn how to share. May I sit?"

He nodded, closing the book with a bookmark between the pages, and moved to one side of the bench to make room for her to sit, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "I will be. Thank you for being there for me back at Pandemonium and in the training room earlier today. I needed to hear the truth. Even though my stance on the fact you need to work on your comforting skills stays intact." She teased him lightly, making him chuckle.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with the Vampire alone while I was defending your honor; it won't ever happen again."

"It better not." She chuckled, leaning back and relaxing on the bench, stifling a yawn, "Because I might just have to kill you myself, then."

"As if you would dare lay a mark on my greatest asset." He gestured to his face making Y/N roll her eyes and slapped his hand away.

"That ego of yours is going to be the death of me one day. Do I have to worry about you falling in love with your own reflection and drowning because of it like Narcissus?"

Letting out a laugh, Jace shook his head, looking up at the time on his watch, the very one she had gotten him for his last birthday, "It's getting late. You need rest."

"So do you," she fired back, standing up and glaring at him, "We need you at the top of your game, come on."

He chuckled, standing up and holding the book against his hip as they left the garden together and walked through the Institute.

"Do you need some tea to help you relax?" She asked, tilting her head up at him.

He smiled down at her, "No, I can manage."

They approached their rooms silently, he walked her to her door, and she nodded, "Goodnight, Jace."

He watched as she disappeared into her room, closing the door behind her, but he didn't move to his room next door, even though he should have.

No, he thought about how he realized Demetrius' words were true. He loved her and didn't know what to do with this information.

He raised his hand to knock on her door again, wanting to get the rejection over with, but just before his fist could make contact with the wood, the door opened, followed by her voice saying, "Jace, wait." before getting cut off by realizing he was standing there still.

The two stood there wordlessly, staring at each other. No one knew who made the first move that night, but soon Y/N felt his hands cupping her face as their lips touched.

It felt right, kissing Jace; he was gentle yet passionate, as if he were making up for the lost time, which he was. As it turned out, so was she.

When they broke apart for air, nothing could stop their mutual smiles from appearing on their faces as Jace rested his forehead on hers.

"Sleep in my room tonight? We can talk about this in the morning."

He nodded, picking her up over his left shoulder, causing a light squeal to leave her lips as he walked into the room, closing the door with his foot.

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amortenablack · 5 months

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The One Where You’re Drunk

Pairing: Jace Wayland x Reader

Summary: Completely drunk during girl’s night with Isabelle and Clary, you’re dared to sneak into Jace’s room and tell him how you really feel about him.

A/N: it’s been a while but here’s one i’ve been saving!

MASTERLIST (mobile and desktop) (you can like it and save it for later!)

“Okay, kiss, marry, kill,” you say. Isabelle and Clary nod.

“Jace, Simon, Alec.”

“Ew, Alec is my brother y/n!” Isabelle frowns in disgust.

“And Jace is mine,” Clary says distastefully.

You sigh.

“Okay, Simon, Meliorn and Aldertree.”

“Aldertree? Really?” Clary shoots you a pointed look.

“You guys suck at this game,” you sigh.

“Maybe that because we’re not little teenage girls,” Isabelle laughs, “Well, maybe you still are.”

You flip her off, rolling your eyes as you rest your head in her lap, “I think we need more booze.”

“I think you’ve had enough,” Isabelle says, scrunching up her nose when your burp.

You pout, trying to reach for a half full bottle without moving. She moves It away from you.

“Why don’t you answer since you’re not related to anyone in the Institute? Jace, Simon or Alec?”

You rub your chin thoughtfully – not that there was even anything to think about. It was Jace. It would always be Jace. But that was something that was hard to admit to yourself, let alone to Clary and Isabelle.

“Well, Simon is dating Clary last I checked and Alec is dating Magnus…”

“So Jace?” Isabelle giggles, “I think the two of you would be cute.”

“Same,” Clary beams, “You’d be good for him.”

You blow air through your lips, waving a hand, “Jace treats me like I’m Alec but the girl version.”

“Well, Jace loves Alec,” Isabelle shrugs, “I don’t see how that’s a bad thing.”

“Because it’s not a sexual thing. He loves Alec but he’s not in love with him,” you say, “Jace may love me but not the way I want him to.”

“The way you want him to?” Isabelle asks with raised brows, moving hair away from your face as she looks down at you. You turn away from her and look at Clary.

“The way he loved you,” you say, your speech a little slurred.

You’d been so jealous. Clary had walked in and made Jace fall for her without even trying. And you were happy for him, really. You’d watched him be closed off his whole life and she made him feel again. But a part of you wished it had been you.

After you found out they were siblings, he returned to his usual string of flings and self-destructive behaviour and you, as always, stayed by his side as his best friend.

Clary shifts uncomfortably, “Don’t remind me,” she groans, pinching the bridge of her nose, “It’s still weird.”

“It’s a bit weird,” you giggle.

“Wait,” Clary says, sitting up, “Do you – do you like Jace?”

“N-no,” you stammer, “This is just hypothetical.”

She and Isabelle share a look before Isabelle pulls you up and props you up against the wall, “How drunk are you?” she asks.

You turn the bottle in your hand upside down to show her it’s empty and then laugh.

They both laugh, their faces filled with shared mischief – they knew it wouldn’t take much convincing to get you to do something stupid.

“It’s for her own good. Hers and Jace’s,” Isabelle justifies to Clary. Clary nods firmly.

Isabelle hands you the half full bottle and let’s you finish it.

“Are you gonna throw up?” she asks.

You wait a second before shaking your head. Sure, the room was spinning, but surely you weren’t going to vomit.

“Good,” she says rubbing her hands together, “Let’s play a game of truth or dare.”

“Dare,” you nod hazily.

“Go into Jace’s room and tell him you’re in love with him,” she says.

Truthfully, you guys didn’t get to have much fun around the Institute since Valentine had made his return. It was rare to have a girls night. It was even rarer to mess around like this as a Shadowhunter since you’d been taught to be disciplined. You didn’t get to giggle like little girls and do dares growing up.

Your eyes widen slightly but you try not to look fazed – you wandered if you were making a funny face since you were so drunk. In your right mind, you would’ve said ‘no way’ but it seemed like a promising idea. Something you’d laugh about in the morning.

“Deal,” you nod. They both look surprised.

Isabelle pulls you up from the ground and leads you to through door and out into the hallway. You all pause outside Jace’s door – tyring to stifle your laughter.

“Go,” Clary hisses, nudging you.

You slowly twist the door knob. A line of light illuminates his room before you pull the door shut behind you, only to realize you can’t see.

You hold your hands out in front of you until they come into contact with something that clatters to the floor with a loud smashing sound.

A lamp turns out and you look toward it to find Jace staring at you in confusion. He climbs out of bed, wearing slim fit sweatpants and no shirt. You’d seen him shirtless millions of times – you’d even been pinned under him that way during training – but while you were drunk, it made your cheeks flush and your skin tingle.

“Y/N?” he mumbles, walking over and running his fingers through his hair.

You look down at the floor – broken glass and a photo frame with a picture of the two of you in it.

“I’m so sorry,” you sigh, kneeling down and beginning to pick up the shards. You don’t stop even when one of them cuts into your palm.

“Stop,” he says, pulling you up and walking you across his room into the bathroom, carefully dusting your palms into the sink.

“Are you drunk?” he asks, inhaling sharply. You smelled like a bar.

“Sorry,” you apologize, biting down on your lip.

He shakes his head with a grin, “Sit,” he says, pointing to the toilet, “Let’s get that cleaned up,” he points to the bloody cut in your palm.

You sit on top of the counter next to the sink, letting your legs dangle and watching as he reaches for the top of the cabinet and pulls out a first aid kit.

You knew you could’ve just used your healing rune but Jace had done this for you since you were kids – anytime you got a small cut or graze, he’d pull out a first aid kit and treat it himself. The way your mother did before she passed away. Jace was all you had growing up.

He pulls out an alcohol wipe and then a cotton swab, dabbing at it slowly.

“I take it girls night is what left you this way?” he asks, concentrating on your hand.

“Maybe,” you say, dragging the word out.

He laughs, shaking his head and looking you in the eye, “Did you leave because you missed me?” he asks, unscrewing the cap of the rubbing alcohol. He tilts it carefully, not wanting to get too much on you.

“I left because I wanted to tell you I’m in love with you,” you blurt out. He squeezes the bottle too hard, clamouring away from you when it spills all over your legs. He stares at you with wide eyes, frozen.

“S-sorry,” he mumbles, grabbing a towel and wiping your legs down. You place a hand over his, letting it rest on your lap, “It’s okay.”

It felt so good to be close to him. It felt so good to say those words knowing that tomorrow you wouldn’t remember them and that you could just say it was a dare of play it off as being drunk. It felt good to be honest and to admit it – to him and to yourself.

His face was so close to yours.

“It’s okay,” you say again, resting your forehead against his.

“You’re drunk,” he says, drawing a line that you so badly wanted to cross. He pulls away from you, resting his hands on your knees with a slight frown, his eyes studying you. He reaches into the first aid box and pulls out a band aid, placing it across the cut.

“You should get back to your room,” he says firmly.

You slide off the sink, feeling your chest tighten. This had all been a mistake.

You walk back into his room, hesitating at the door. He walks up behind you, “I’ll see you in the morning y/n,” he says softly, “Drink some water before you sleep.”

You didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to leave things this way.

You turn around, resting yours hands against his chest and moving them up to his shoulders. You stand on your tip toes and lean in closer to him, praying he wouldn’t pull away.

He doesn’t.

He rests his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips to yours, the sound of your breathing filling the room.

“Y/N,” he mutters, pulling away, “I – I shouldn’t have – you’re drunk… I’m-“

“I love you Jace,” you say. You had no other words. You didn’t know how to explain it to him or how to tell him how you were feeling. You knew it was an overwhelming thing to say. Maybe it was too much, but it was all you had.

He just stares at you in frustration.

You’d done a lot of stupid things while you’d been drunk and none of them had meant anything to you. Was he just one of those things?

Or did you really love him?

He thinks about how you’ll have no memory of this in the morning because of the state you were in.

“I-I’m gonna go get you something to eat so you can sober up and we can… talk about this,” he says. That was probably the best course of action. He didn’t want to blow you off and pretend this never happened.

You nod, watching him leave. It’s only then you get the urge to throw up.

When you wake up, your head is resting on Jace’s toilet seat. You groan in disgust – at least your hair was tied up.

“You wouldn’t let me move you.”

You turn your head slightly to find Jace slumped against the wall. You stand up and a blanket falls to the floor that had been over your shoulders.

“How are you feeling?”

“Probably not as bad as I should,” you say, rubbing your temples. You had hoped you wouldn’t remember last night but it was right there, front and centre, on your mind.

You could tell he was thinking about it too but the way his jaw was tensed.

You look over his shoulder at the broken glass still in the middle of his room.

“I’ll clean that up,” you say. You felt terrible.

You’d thrown up and passed out on the toilet and now you had to have ‘the talk’ completely sober -without any excuse for your actions or what you say.

“Can we talk about last night?” he asks, getting straight to the point.

You nod, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and then crossing your arms over your chest.

“You said you were in love with me and then we kissed,” he says with a pointed look, trying to gage whether you remembered or not. You nod with a guilty look on your face and in return, he looks mildly relieved.

“What was that about?” he asks, “Were you just drunk-“

“No,” you say quickly, “Look, Jace – I mean, yes I was drunk. It was a dare.”

“A dare?” he frowns, disappointed.

“Isabelle dared me to do it because I basically told her I liked you and you didn’t like me back,” you rest your head against the wall, “It was the first time I wasn’t scared to tell you how I felt.”

“Are you scared now?” he asks.

You nod, swallowing hard, “I’m scared, Jace, but I’m still in love with you. And I’m glad last night happened and that I can’t take it back.”

“Are you sober now?” he asks with an exhilarated look.

You nod. With one step, he’d standing inches away from you and pulling you into him. He was kissing you so hard you could barely breathe. You smile against his lips, pulling away for air.

“I love you so much, y/n. I barely slept last night thinking you’d sober up this morning and regret that kiss or worse, forget it. I was scared you’d tell me you have no feelings for me. Because I love you,” he sighs, taking your hands in his, “And I want this for us. I always have.”

“You’re a real keeper,” you laugh.

“Why’s that?” he asks with a smirk.

“Because you’re kissing someone who spent the whole night throwing up,” you laugh, causing him to scrunch his nose up when he realizes.

He shrugs, “I don’t care,” he shakes his head with a wide smile, “I love you y/n.”

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amortenablack · 1 year

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(DJ Khaled voice) ANOTHER ONE

"So," Buck said, turning to look over at you from his spot by the sink as you sat at the table, "I was thinking..."

"Oof... Is that a good or bad sign? You thinking?" You smiled, taking a sip of your drink.

"Ha ha," he deadpanned, putting the last dish in the sink before walking back over to the table, standing in front of you, "I'm serious. I think," he paused, steadying himself by taking a breath, "I think we should talk."

The smile that was on your face vanished immediately. In all of your life, you had never heard "we should talk" followed by anything positive, and the idea of Buck not wanting to be with you anymore...

...it felt like someone slammed a car door on your heart.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he put both hands up, "It's nothing bad," he assured you quickly before, "I mean... I don't think it is..."

"What do you want to talk about, Buck?" You asked, still a bit concerned.

"Well," he leaned forward, one hand on the table and looked off to the side, "What do you think of my place?"

You blinked, confused. "Your...? I... I like it?" You answered, still confused.

"Did you know," he was gesturing with his free hand now, a small smile on his handsome face, "that my loft is an entire thirteen minutes closer to your work than your place is?"

"Um, yeah," you nodded, "I sleep here, like, twice a week--"

"Actually," he pointed as he spoke, "you sleep here five times a week, on average. I did the math." You raised a brow. "I had Hen do the math," he amended with a chuckle. "And," he was on a roll now, "I know how much you like your privacy, the neighbors here are great. I mean, I did go on a horrible date with that one lady, but you already met her, so that's a non-issue," he put a finger up, ever the flamboyant speaker, "And the cost of living is significantly cheaper on this side of town, especially since your building is way newer than mine," he tilted his head to the side, "And weren't you just saying how you wish you could make that little restaurant down the block your new brunch place? Did you know it would take you over half an hour to get there from your place, and since, you know, brunch hours only last for a small window of time, you'd have to wake up way earlier than you like to make it in time."

"I... did not know that," you swallowed back a laugh, trying to match his level of focus and seriousness, "Um, so... this is what you wanted to talk about? My commute?"

Buck sighed, "No," he cleared his throat, "no, uh..." Again, he took a breath to steady himself, and he stood up straighter, eyes on yours, "I actually wanted to talk about... you... moving. Here. With me."

"Oh!" You sprung up from your seat, rushing over to Buck and launching yourself into his arms. "Yeah! Let's do it!"

He wrapped you up in those big, strong arms of his, smiling down at you, "Yeah? Wow! I, uh, I kinda thought I would have to convince you more... I had, like, sixteen other reasons ready to go."

You frowned, "Buck, you don't need to list reasons for me to move in with you," you saw the look of soft shock and confusion cross his face, and you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, "Buck," you said again, "I would move in with you if the commute was three days long," you assured him, "I would move in with you if you lived next to a landfill," you watched his eyes widen in time with his smile, "I would move in with you if our neighbors were a colony of fire ants," you smiled up at him as he laughed, "Buck, I love you. I would be happy to live with you."

He sighed sweetly, a mixture of relief and joy and love clear in his eyes. "I love you so much," he whispered, lowering his lips to yours.

You kissed him back, grinning against his lips, "Come on," you tugged him even closer, "How about we go upstairs to our bed and celebrate being roomies?"

He couldn't get up the stairs fast enough.

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amortenablack · 1 year

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Luxury

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: E (18+ minors get gone)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings/tags: smut, pwp, shower sex, unprotected piv, oral (m receiving because he’s clean now and he deserves it), tiny bit of choking, intimacy, repressed feelings

A/n: I didn’t think I’d ever write for Joel bc I am not watching the show (I know, I know but I am not mentally healthy enough to handle that lmao), however last night I had a dream… and well I had to write this. This is straight up porn so hopefully there’s not enough characterization for me to get it totally wrong, but I’ve been following the show as much as I can so I think I have a tangential grasp of Joel. Apologies if he’s totally ooc though. If you’re waiting for Cross My Heart part two I promise it’s coming, I just needed to get this out of my brain to make room!

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Luxury isn’t something anyone expects in a world like this. Comfort and pleasure are desires that have long been forgotten, and just staying alive is a miracle in itself.

So when you find yourself in a home with hot, running water? It’s like stepping into a palace.

After so long outside the QZ, the idea of having the ability— let alone the time and security— to feel clean, and maybe even relaxed, makes you a little more emotional than you care to admit.

Joel insists that Ellie take advantage of the shower first, mostly because of his chivalry and care for the girl, but also because he knows that when you two get your turn it’s going to take a lot longer.

You’re not entirely sure when this thing, whatever it is, with Joel started. Neither of you have the capacity or energy for real emotions anymore, but you need each other in a way you can’t deny. You tell yourself it’s just sex, a way to find release, but it doesn’t seem that shallow sometimes.

You don’t really have to know exactly what it is, though.

You give each other what you need and it helps you keep moving forward.

While Ellie showers you and Joel take stock of your supplies, making yourselves busy and preparing for the next part of your journey once you have to leave this oasis you’ve found yourselves in.

As soon as Ellie yells down the hall that the shower is free, however, you’re both moving quickly toward the source of your moment of respite.

As the shower heats up, you and Joel make quick work of each other’s clothes, kissing fiercely between each item’s removal, and you can’t help but admire the man’s body as it’s revealed to you.

Though at this point you’ve had sex plenty of times, you don’t often get the opportunity to fully undress, full nudity being far too vulnerable a state when you might have to run or fight at any moment.

But now, you get to run your hands along the planes of Joel’s chest and back, while he takes advantage of his access to your breasts.

Joel kisses and nips his way down your neck, eventually stooping to pull one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking while you whimper above him.

He moves to the other side, but you know that the water must be hot by now and you’re aching to get inside, and get Joel inside of you.

You tug gently on his hair to get his face level with yours.

“Joel, please” you plead, unable to form many words beyond that.

He understands your request, “I got you, darlin’” whispered in your ear as he slides his hands under your thighs to lift you up against him and walk you into the shower.

You feel the hard length of him throbbing against your center, warm wetness practically dripping out of you in anticipation of getting him where you need him.

You both moan as the warm spray of water hits you, immediately relaxing your muscles and starting to soothe your frayed nerves.

Joel pushes you against the tiled wall, grinding against you as he continues kissing every part of you he can reach.

His hand makes its way around to your front, fingers tracing your clit and moving to slide into you.

As more of a whine than intended, you plead again for Joel— “need your cock now, please,” you beg him.

“Gotta get you ready first, honey” he responds, and your heart lurches with some sort of emotion, knowing he wants to make you feel good, too. But you still can’t wait any longer.

“M’ready, just need you” you slur into the junction between his neck and shoulder, the water and your desperation already turning your brain to mush.

Joel grunts, moving his hand back up to your face, gently grabbing your cheeks to get you to look at him.

“You sure? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

He looks at you sincerely and again you feel a pang of something in your chest, pushing it down to deal with another time.

“I’m sure, Joel, can’t wait any longer” you assure him, and he nods slightly.

He knows you were telling the truth as soon as he slides into you, meeting no resistance as your walls practically drag him all the way inside.

You gasp at the fullness, and Joel groans, biting your shoulder to keep himself quiet.

As he begins to move, he also begins talking, whispering filth into your ear and making you involuntarily clench around him.

“Fuck baby, feel so good around me. Squeezin’ me so tight. So good for me.”

He snaps his hips, setting a brutal pace and turning your whimpers into moans.

Quickly Joel’s hand is over your mouth, his teeth bared as he tells you to keep quiet.

“Don’t want Ellie hearin’ us, do you?”

You shake your head, and he continues.

“Think you can stay quiet? Keep those pretty sounds just for me?”

You nod, and Joel removes his hand from your mouth, instead moving down to your throat and squeezing ever so slightly.

His hand on your throat is new, and you immediately tighten around him and feel your orgasm approaching quickly.

“You like that, huh baby? Like my hand around your pretty little neck?”

You can only whimper in response, eliciting another squeeze from him reminding you to stay quiet.

Sensing how close you are, Joel maintains his pace, but his thrusts become harder and he angles up, hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“Joel” you gasp as you start to come undone, hands gripping him so tightly you’re sure you’re leaving marks.

“That’s it darlin’ let go, cum around me, l-let me feel it— fuck— good girl.”

Joel works you through your high and follows quickly after, practically growling as he fills you.

You spend a few moments savoring the afterglow, Joel placing soft kisses on your lips and forehead as you both come down.

You quickly realize, however, that your time with the hot water is bound to come to an abrupt end, so you focus on actually getting cleaned.

You each wash yourselves on your own and you assume your moment of intimacy has ended, though Joel does gently run a washcloth between your legs, placing one last kiss to your cheek as he steps out.

You time your eventual exits strategically, trying to make it half-believable to Ellie that you had showered separately.

She sees right through you and you know it, but for now she keeps her comments to herself.

Later, when Ellie is finally asleep, you move from the chair you had claimed in the living room to stand in front of Joel on the couch, prompting him to look up at you with confusion.

Wordlessly, you sink to your knees in front of him.

Joel breathes out a fuck and runs a hand down his face, cock twitching in interest.

Sliding your hands up his thighs, you smirk.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for you.”

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amortenablack · 1 year

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Sweet Girl (Joel Miller x fem!Reader smut)

Summary: Good night kiss turns into something sweet

Warnings: sweet love making

Word count: 1k

Note: I was trying something new. I really fell in love with Joel so I needed to get this out of my system. Also I read this wonderful story by @sunflowersteves called Only for you and it inspired me (read it and you will understand why).

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amortenablack · 1 year

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Please - Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller × Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s the first night in Jackson and you decide to take a relaxing bath. Joel comes in to check on you and offers to help you wash your hair. But one things leads to another…

Warnings/Tags: Mature content-explicit depictions of sex [ minors dni ] starts out very soft and sweet, but turns sexual. Established relationship, dirty talking, spanking, soft! Dom!Joel, oral (f receiving), & penetration.

Word count: 1.7k

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The water is warm as you lower yourself down. You can’t remember the last time you had a warm bath. The cold rivers were painful during this time of year and sometimes you’d go days without washing because it was too cold. But this was heaven. Jackson didn’t seem too bad. You let out a choked laugh as tears fill your eyes. Before the tears fall you take a deep breath and submerge yourself in the water. A smile is plastered on your face as you emerge from the water.

“So, you like it here?” Joel’s deep voice fills the bathroom. He’s leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed and a small smile on his face.

“Maybe a little,”

“Just a little? Hmm.” He steps into the bathroom and sits on the edge of the tub. He swirls his fingers in the water. “Nice and warm.”

You lean back, sinking deeper. The water ripples over your chest and the bubbles catch around your neck. Joel drops his hand into the water and finds your leg. He runs his fingers up and down your leg. “You deserve this,”

“So do you.” You hold out your hand to him. “Join me?”

He looks at your hand and then squeezes your ankle. “I don’t think that tub is meant for two.”

You pout and Joel cocks his head. He laughs, a sound you haven’t heard in so long. Warmth spreads in your chest at the sound. He leans down, gently grabbing your chin and bringing it up to him. “Enjoy your bath, Darlin’” And he kisses you.

“Wait,”

Joel looks at you and you point to the shampoo bottle on the sink. He grabs it and goes to hand it to you, but stops. He looks at the bottle and then kneels. “Turn around,” He asks nicely. You hesitate, but give in.

Joel brings your hair back behind your shoulders. He kisses your shoulder and your stomach flutters. “Beautiful” He whispers against your skin. He studies the curve of your neck and the complexion of your skin, drinking you up.

The shampoo is cold in his hands as he squeezes the amount he thinks he will need for your hair. He rubs his rough hands through your hair gently. He’s careful when he rubs the shampoo near your hairline, making sure the soap doesn’t run down your face and into your eyes. He uses the back of his hand to wipe a small amount that’s running down your forehead and curses as it gets too close to your eyes. You giggle as you see him panic. You touch his hand to let him know it’s okay. It’s more than okay.

Joel relaxes. It’s been a long time since he’s washed someone’s hair. He thinks of Sarah and when she was little. She hated having her hair washed but eventually learned to love it. As his hands ran through your hair he thinks of her and then shakes the memories from his mind. The pain in his chest grows as his thoughts spiral. He focuses on you and waits for tonight when he sleeps to let those kinds of thoughts haunt him.

“Thank you,” You whisper with your eyes closed.

“You’re welcome, baby.” His calloused fingers rub your scalp and you can’t help the sounds escaping your lips.

“You like that?” He asks, making sure he’s doing it right.

You giggle, “Yes, it’s perfect.”

You’re perfect.

Joel smiles to himself, proud that he’s doing it and happy that he’s making you feel good. He grabs your cup of water near the sink and dumps it out, rinsing it quickly so he can use it.

He places his hands softly on your face, his thumbs resting on your temples and his fingers under your jaw. “Lean your head back,” He asks and you listen. His

focused face greets you as you drop your head back. He notices you smiling up at him and he kisses your forehead. “Good girl,”

The water is still warm as he pours it over your hair carefully with the cup. The soap slowly washes away as he repeats the process. A small amount of water runs down your face and into your eyes.

“Ah, shit,” Joel tries to use his hand to wipe your face, but his hands are wet. He curses under his breath as he looks around for a towel. You start laughing at the seriousness of it all for him. Joel grabs the nearby towel and wipes your face. He sighs and groans at your laughter.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but you’re so cute.” You said as you hold back your laughter. He really is. He’s so rough and hard to the outside world, but with you, he’s gentle and soft. He’s not great at it all the time, but he doesn’t stop trying.

Joel rolls his eyes and places the cup on the rim of the bathtub. “I’m glad you find enjoyment in my failure.”

“Oh, stop. You could never fail me.”

Joel looks down at you and something tightens in his chest at your words. He swallows and gives you a subtle smile. He hopes that is true. His dreams tell him it's not.

You see the change in him. In a quick move in the water, you turn to face him. As you lean on the tub’s edge, you lift your hands. He gives you his best grumpy face as your wet hands cup his scruffy face, but you know he likes it. “Kiss me,”

He stares at you for a moment and then drops his face to meet yours. His lips brush your lips as he says, “What happened to your manners?” The corners of his mouth pull up.

You move forward and he pulls back, teasing his kiss. He shakes his head and waits. A sigh escapes your mouth and you look up at him through your lashes. “Please.”

Joel holds back his smile as he looks down at you with desire burning in his eyes. You look so perfect dripping wet and begging for his kiss. He can’t help it when his eyes travel down your neck to your exposed chest. Water runs down your breasts and he loses his train of thought. He brings his hand to your face, brushing his fingers down your cheek, and then grabs your chin. “Please, what?” His thumb traces your lips as he waits for your answer.

“Please, kiss me.” You say softly as you part your lips, inviting his thumb in. He accepts your invitation and moves his thumb into your mouth. You smile seductively and suck on it.

He can feel your tongue circling his thumb and his grip on the tub tightens. He’s never seen you look so fucking sexy, looking like you’ve just been baptized and risen just for him. And fuck, he hopes you’ll be praying to him soon.

He can’t take it. It doesn’t take much when you’ve only had quick fucks in secret spots while the world is out to get you. This is the first time where Joel has nothing to worry about besides making you feel good enough to scream his name.

You’re out of the water before you can say anything. Joel carries you to the bed, finding your lips with his before you even hit the bed. His kiss is desperate and dominant. Your tongues dance to the sound of the moans escaping from your lips. As he takes off his clothes he stares at you laying on the bed. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.” He whispers to himself.

Joel knows what he is doing. He’s had enough experience to know exactly what he’s doing. He grabs your legs and pulls you to the edge of the bed. “Let me make you feel good.” He says as he kisses your inner thighs and then buries his face between your legs. You squirm and moan his name. “Oh, Joel. Yes. Yes. Please.”

He loves it. He grows harder knowing he’s making you feel good. His rough hand presses down on your lower stomach, keeping you from moving. As his tongue moves in and out of you, he replaces it with his fingers. He doesn’t take his mouth off of you as he moves his tongue up to your clit. He works his tongue and fingers in tandem. You can barely handle it. You gasp before another moan slips out.

He chuckles as he comes up from between your legs. With one quick move, he has you flipped on your stomach. You say his name as the shock of the move settles in you.

“Look at you,” He says as his hand slowly moves up and down your back, following down your spine and to your ass. “Fuck,” and he slaps your ass.

You jump and giggle as you look back at him. “Are you just going to look at me all night?”

Joel smirks and taps your outer legs, motioning for you to get on your knees. His hand presses down on your back, causing you to arch your back exposing your ass in the air. “Be a good girl and stay still.”

And you do. Joel pushes himself inside you and grips your hips. He is big and fills you so well. You both move so perfectly together. It’s slow for only a moment, but he liked it hard and rough until the end. You know how he likes it and it’s exactly what you like.

“Oh god,” you moan as you bury your face in the sheets.

“That’s it, baby. Look at you taking me so well.”

Your whole body went hot at his praise. He never fails to make sure to tell you how good you were doing and how good you looked doing it. Especially near the end. Joel always flips you over, so he can face you when you are both close. He looks you in the eyes as he moves deeper inside you. He moans in your ear as he kisses your neck. Just as you both reach climax he says your name, a reminder that you are his.

You both are laughing and high off the pleasure. Joel smothers you in kisses before helping you with aftercare. He takes care of you. During his darkest days, he has you. And protecting and taking care of you is his way of showing his appreciation and love. His love feels like a secret for only you. There is something special about a man that keeps everyone out but you. Eventually, you’ll show him how to live again. But for now, you’ll enjoy this side of him that only belongs to you.

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amortenablack · 1 year

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Sweetheart

Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x Chubby Black Reader

Warnings: interrupted sex, morning sex, oral (fem receiving), age gap (reader is mid-20s and Joel is 36), fluff, Joel is a gentle and giving man

A/N: Sorry it took so long to finish depression has been beating my ass. The fluff is dedicated to @rocketrhap3000

Sunlight shines through your sheer curtains, illuminating dust particles in the air. The morning sun was one of the only reasons you hated staying at Joel's. He refused to get curtains that actually kept light out. You had thick, black drapes that could block out sun even in the middle of the day in your apartment. Joel found your hatred for the sun hilarious much to your annoyance, affectionately calling you a hermit every time you whined about it.

Joel grunts as he turns over to face you. His dark eyes slowly open, a groggy smile on his face.

"Mornin' sweetheart," his voice is husky with sleep. Joel pushes a few locs from your face to give you a kiss on the cheek. You only groan in response. "Stop whinin' you hermit," Joel laughs. You cuddle up closer to him, pressing your face against his bare chest. Joel's fingers rake through your hair while his other hand rubs your back. You almost fall back asleep, Joel's heart beat lulling you into a peaceful void. Instead you're reawakened by your boyfriend rubbing your arm and pushing you to get up.

"No it's too early to get up," you moan, pulling a pillow over your face. Joel nudges you more with his nose.

"Come on, I'll make you breakfast."

"I'd rather die than eat your or Sarah's cooking," you joke. Your body starts to wake up more from Joel's annoying pushing. You remove the pillow from your face and smack Joel with it.

"Hey don't talk bad about my daughter! She's only poisoned you twice," he says in a sarcastic voice, dodging the pillow. "Get up."

Joel peppers kisses anywhere he could find, your forehead, your arm, your chest. He gives a kiss to each stretch mark he finds on the way. Even though Joel tries his best to rouse you, you decide to stay in bed a little longer and enjoy the attention.

"What time is it?" You ask, your fingers brush through his brown hair. Your boyfriend looks over to the bedside clock to check the time.

"7:32," he replies before going back to his kisses. Two hours before Sarah gets up. Joel makes his way down to your stomach and thighs. Your stomach tenses and your breath a little as he rubs your love handles. Butterflies spread through your body when he finally gets to your pelvis. Joel's chest rumbles in a hum, his mouth sucking hickies into your legs. The vibrations send tingles to your core. It takes everything in you not to force his mouth on your still clothed pussy. Joel senses your frustration and takes extra time to graze your inner thigh with his thumb, inching closer to your warmth.

"Don't be a tease," you sigh. A desperate aching permeates from. Your cunt clenches around phantom fingers, begging to be stimulated. His eyes meet yours when he tugs off your SpongeBob shorts. Your underwear is a testament to Joel's abilities to get you going. A damp patch sits between your legs, slowly growing with every second of teasing.

"I guess you're finally awake," Joel mocks, pulling your underwear off. A calloused finger rubs through your folds. An almost pornographic moan escapes your mouth from the sudden attention. You clasp your mouth shut with a hand to not wake Sarah. Heat builds in your body, making beads of sweat start to form on your forehead as he slips two fingers inside you. Joel’s fingers work you like clay, molding your flesh with ease. Your thighs start to shake in pleasure when Joel adds a third finger inside you. Your own hands wander underneath your oversized night shirt to play with your hardened nipples.

“Jesus Christ, Joel! That feels so fucking good, don’t stop!” Joel’s tongue licks at your clit timidly. His dark eyes meet yours as he lowers his mouth to your pussy. You’re practically hypnotized by their darkness, almost like they’re completely black instead of the dark brown you’re used to. Joel hums in response to your plea, his mouth now acting as a human vibrator.

Your eyes roll towards the ceiling as you try your best to silence every noise coming from your mouth. Labored breathing fills the room along with the sound of Joel’s fingers slamming into your wet pussy. Saliva drips down the side of your agape mouth as the coil that has been building in your belly tightens in preparation for your orgasm. Joel’s mouth sucks harshly on your clit, low moans escape his chest. Both of you are so wrapped up in the moment that the groggy footsteps of your step-daughter go unheard.

As your back arches in ecstasy a loud knock comes from your bedroom door.

“Dad? Are you up yet? I’m gonna make breakfast, what do you want?” The door knob turns and the door opens slightly before you can cover up.

“No!” you and Joel yell in unison. Joel attempts to hide underneath the covers, but Sarah sees it all.

“Ew, oh my god!” Sarah shrieks before slamming the door, her footsteps speed down the stairs. Joel’s face turns ruby red in embarrassment and horror as he quickly removes the covers and runs after her. You lay in the bed too afraid to look Sarah in the eyes ever again. If I get up now I’ll be able to change my identity and run to Mexico. A muffled thud comes from down stairs.

“Uncle Tommy, you'll never guess what I just saw!” Sarah yells, her voice becomes subdued before she can finish talking.

“Nothin’, she saw nothin’,” Joel quickly interrupts. You can only imagine Tommy’s confused face, it almost makes you laugh. More shuffling comes from the bottom floor and you decide to put your shorts back on and head down. The silence between Joel and Sarah is almost suffocating and you’re not the only one who feels it.

“What is wrong with them today?” Tommy asks with a mouth full of leftovers.

“I have no clue.”

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amortenablack · 1 year

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All For Love - Joel Miller X Reader

😢- angst, ⭐️-fluff 🖤-smut

Summary: things have changed between you and Joel since arriving at jackson. How can he make it up to you?

WC: 3.8k

CW: angst, insecurity, mention of sexual harassment, fluff, slight possessive Joel. Joel opening up to reader. SMUTTT. Oral F! Receiving, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, joel calling reader a good girl. I think that’s it!

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7 days passed since you arrived at Jackson, Wyoming with Joel and Ellie, finding Tommy and a whole community of children families and elderly made your heart yearn for more, it made you envious. The dynamic between you and Joel had shifted in the worst way, your bed unbearably cold as you lie alone with no warmth to comfort you. The cold winter air seeping through the cracks where the seal in the old window had disintegrated, the winter clothes you piled on in layers did nothing to sooth the harshness of the winter bite on your toes and fingertips.

You’re grateful that you have running water and electricity to take hot showers once a night and a lamp to read your book for half an hour before bed. Like part of a routine you always turned the lamp switch off when you heard Joel’s heavy footsteps trudging towards the house in the snow after the hours he’d been on patrol. You would wake from nightmares while he was gone, normally of Joel being attacked and getting infected, and read from 12:10 to 12:40 till Joel got home safe. Like clockwork everyday.

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Joel knew what you were doing, before his feet reached the first step of the front porch your lamp was switched off, the light no longer illuminating through the curtains, he knew it was your way of saying you weren’t up for a conversation.

Admittedly Joel did shut you out first, to protect himself, his heart and integrity. Seeing you in a real house, cooking real food and doing chores while treating Ellie like your own, he felt like he was betraying sarah, it felt like he was replacing her and he had to squash the possibility of playing house and husband with you before he gave it a second thought.

Being away from you wasn’t easy, it was the opposite in fact. Joel’s heart felt like it beat slower when you weren’t around, desperately needing you around to pull it out of its depression. He missed your straight-up honest attitude, you didn’t let him get away with treating you or Ellie badly, called him out on it and made him own up and for the first time in decades, he apologised to someone. Your bravery was something he admired, your sense of confidence in your ability to protect and defend, you didn’t need Joel to take care of things for you as you were perfectly capable.

Another insecurity Joel had to worry about, even if he did want to be with you, there were no shortage of men here that had taken a liking to you, there was no reason why you wouldn’t just ditch him and find yourself a suitor to have a family with to live your dream. Your job at the bar only increased the chances of his insecurities becoming a reality.

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Your fingers nimbly tied your boot lace as you hear the snow crunching underneath his boots, the familiar rhythm and heaviness of whom became all too familiar with, rang in your ears sent your heart racing in the worst way. The sky had just begun to fall into a deep shade of black indicating the end of the day, the street lights being turned on to provide some sense of direction through the town. Why was he home so early, sure you were curious but more so overcome with a feeling of dread, not prepared for an argument and not prepared to let his behaviour slide.

You worked the bar a few times a week from 6:30-9:30pm, trying to do your bit for the community, even though they claim you do enough by doing the entire towns laundry.

You made work on tightening the laces on your second boot In preparation to tying them, as his foot steps ascended up the stairs you assumed he would go to his room, they stopped right outside of your closed bedroom door. A knock on your door echoed in the lonely house.

“Ellie?” Your voice stable, knowing it wasn’t Ellie but still wanting an escape from this conversation.

The door opened and Joel stood leaning against the door frame. “Sorry to disappoint. Can I come in?” You rushed tying your lace, checking your watch. 6:15pm sure you had time, but you really didn’t have the capacity to deal with Joel right now, not when you had a whole three hours of dealing with the drunks that hit on you every night. “No, sorry. Gotta get to the bar or I’ll be late.” You pull your jacket from the cupboard and slide your arms through, providing some warmth in contrast to the cold look your face presented. “Right, right. Let you get goin’ then.” He took half a step away from your doorframe, barely enough room to squeeze by with your puffy jacket on and you nod to him, “Dinners already prepared in the fridge. Half an hour at 220. I’ve already eaten so you two enjoy.”

Lie. You hadn’t eaten. The thought of food made you sick when your stomach was full of anxiety.

The probable chance or running into the Joel was slim, but some nights they finished early and wanted a few rounds to loosen up before they head home for the night. “Hey,” Joel’s hand on your arm stopped you momentarily, your eyes finally meeting his. “You doin’ okay?” You smiled the fakest one you could conjure and he let go, “of course, just don’t want to be late. Goodnight Joel.” You were out the front door before Joel could reciprocate your farewell. Standing alone in the cold house made his heart ache, it yearned for you, it hurt you to see the bags under your eyes and liveliness absent from your eyes. Your eyes stopped sparkling and the smile only he has seen is gone, where your nose scrunches and your crows feet are visible around your eyes, teeth baring and laughter filling his ears as his favourite melody.

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You get to work dreading the evening ahead of you, wanting to read a chapter of your book and go to bed, finding no solace in the environment full of drunk men yelling and one pinching your ass as you walk behind the bar. You swat his hand harshly and sneer, “touch me again I’ll fucking cut you off and you can go home by yourself you miserable prick.” He muttered as he walked off to his buddies all you heard from his mouth was ‘bitch’. Yeah, fuck off you drunk.

Your friend Jed comes to the bar and orders a shot of vodka, witnessing the interaction you just had his eyes offering nothing short of supportive, “looks like you need this more than I do babe.”

You laugh and shake your head, “nonsense Jed I need the whole bottle with the fuckin bullshit week I’ve had.” He slides the shot back to be refilled, and you fill it. “Trouble in paradise?” He questions and you look to him, dropping your facade. “Just sick of loving a man with no emotional intellect. I don’t even know if he likes me let alone capable of loving me. I’ve given up Jed and it hurts.” Your elbows find the bar and you lean your head in your hands, “maybe you need to talk it out, put your feelings out there.” You bite your lip in thought before rejecting your friends idea, “I dunno. Maybe I should just try to move on, the women here are drawn to Joel like a moth to flame. I don’t stand a chance.”

“You need to give yourself a break babe, cause I know the amount of men in this bar alone that would love to take you out is more than you know.”

You laugh polishing a shot glass before reaching for his, pouring them both to the brim with vodka before clinking them together and cheering, throwing the shot back and swallowing. “Alright matchmaker, let’s see what you’ve got.” His face reeked of mischief but you ignored it and got back to cleaning the stickiness of the bar top and trying to polish the dried water stains off the glasses.

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Joel didn’t know how to fix it, he didn’t know how to have you and Ellie while keeping Sarah in his heart, he wished he knew how to figure it out.

He wasn’t expecting how helpful an overly nosy 14 year old could actually be. By the time Ellie was ready for dinner it was 9:13pm.

“You love her. You’re scared of losing her like how you lost-“ Joel glared at Ellie from across the dining table. “All I’m saying is you don’t have to feel guilty Joel. You’re allowed to be happy. You’re both miserable and it’s making me depressed so you’d better fix it. I don’t want her moving out for some weird guy down at the bar.”

Something switched in Joel, the realisation of what he felt for you, how he wanted you, the thought of you with someone else made him sick. Which led him running through the snow to the bar, receiving weird looks as he approached, the cold air in his lungs had him kneeled over trying to catch his breath.

He walked into the bar and approaches you, the stickiness of spilled beer from the floor clung to the bottom of his boots like velcro.

He sits at the bar and you look at him with wide eyes, “what can I do for ya this evening?” Using the same tone you did with the rest of the men, it stirred something in Joel that felt like he would combust. “Cut the fuckin shit. Y’know how I like it.” And without another word you poured Joel a double Whiskey no ice and slid it across the bar to him. The alcohol tingling his lips, lit a fire inside his stomach. He knew whether it was selfish or not tonight he would declare his love for you, it’s the least you deserved, an explanation instead of an excuse.

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Joel sipped on his whiskey and you eyed him suspiciously, “what are you doing here Joel? Where’s Ellie?” He threw the cup back, emptying the contents and hardly making a face as he swallowed the bitter substance.

“Cant come and have a drink? Shes fine, sleepin.” The gruffness in Joel’s voice defined the underlying tiredness he was trying to fight off.

“Oh my god, Joel hiiii,” Jed greeted him with a sly smile standing next to him. “What a coincidence we were only just talking about you before,” Joel shot you a look that you ignored, glaring at Jed for throwing you under the bus. “Anyway that guy over there wants to take you home if you catch my drift, names Jerry or something.” You look over to where a middle aged man, possibly in his 30s not much older than you sat with a wide grin, waving his hand to you. He was handsome, his blonde hair framing his face nicely and those green eyes looked stunning in the lighting of the bar. Joel turned to look at the man and his body tensed, noticeably. He turned to you and sneered, “fuckin pretty boy bet he’s never worked a day in his life,” you scoff and roll your eyes refilling his glass before shouting, “last call” for drinks as you’d be closing up the bar in 5 minutes.

Apparently that attracted the pretty blonde-Jerry over. However he wasn’t interested in drinks. “5 more minutes eh beautiful, can I take you home afterwards?” Joel’s eyes are watching how you handle this interaction, jealousy fuelling every spark in his body to punch the smirk off his face, instead he does something possibly braver.

“Not happening blondie, she’s comin home with me like she does every night.”

Jerry watched you for an answer and took your silence for confirmation and sped off glaring at the two of you. Ignoring Joel, you quickly sanitise the tables and place the remaining dirty glasses in the dishwasher, they could be polished tomorrow. You were desperate to get home and be in your bed, door shut and away from Joel, he wouldn’t allow that to happen though. Not tonight. You shove Joel out the door wordlessly and he exits without a fight, you lock up and storm home, Joel beside you matching your pace with an all familiar burn in his lungs.

The front door to your house was quietly opened, the urge to run and hide from Joel was overwhelming. Wondering if you should check on Ellie, you untie your laces and kick off your boots with a huff, the full ache of your heels unrelenting even after freeing them.

Your attempt to make an escape was, well, a failure. Joel’s hand wrapped around your wrist pulling you back to face him, an unreadable expression on his face. “Let go of me Joel, now.” Your voice was steady and he shook his head, holding you to face him, “you don’t get to do this Joel! You don’t get to shut me out then speak for me when someone actually shows interest!” Joel scoffs, “he doesn’t care about you, he would’ve fucked you and left you the next morning.” You pull your arm from his grasp as tears welled in your eyes, “so what! at least he showed fucking interest in me, spoke to me, wanted to be around me.”

Joel inhaled and exhaled deeply, his brown eyes starring deep into your own, “I’m sorry..” you froze. Joel is, apologising? You listen, waiting for him to continue, “it ain’t right what I’ve been doin’. Just seeing you in this house it’s.. hard.” You frown and your heart sinks, he doesn’t want you around, living in the same house as him. “I can pack..” Joel shook his head, “Its not like that. It reminds me of before, with.. Sarah. I want you, this. I’m scared of forgetting about her, her face.”

Joels brown eyes glistened as tears welled in his lash line, eyelashes wet and his body slightly slumped as he began to sob quietly. Your arms embraced Joel and held him to you in an attempt to ground him, his head on your shoulder you swayed back and forth attempting to find some comfort, he was going to spiral into a dark place if you didn’t. “She would be proud of you Joel. For helping Ellie, saving her. She would be proud of the man you’ve become.” Your waist felt bare without Joel’s hands on them and he held your face, love pouring from his eyes and holding you close to him.

“That guy at the bar I- I couldn’t stand it, seeing you be available for other guys. Want you to be all mine.” You lean into Joel and kiss him, “I’m all yours, Joel.” It starts slowly as you both explore each other but quickly becomes heated and more fast paced in a fit of passion, his teeth graze your bottom lip and you moan into the kiss. Joel’s hands find your ass and lifts you up and you squeal in surprise, a smile on your face, a genuine smile that Joel had missed seeing.

He thanked his arms for not giving out on him in his weakening state accompanying his old age- as he carried you up the stairs to his bedroom and falls as his legs hit the back of the mattress forcing him down, your body still clung to his on top of him. He breaks the kiss and your bodies are heaving, gasping for air as you stare at each other hungrily.

“Wanna treat you real good darlin’, if you’ll have me?” You nodded and Joel smacked your ass harshly, “use your words darlin’, need to hear you say it.” Your cunt clenches around nothing as Joel demands your verbal consent.

“Y-yes please-please Joel.” You stutter begging for him to touch you, “since you asked so nicely darlin’”, your nipples uncontrollably hardened and the ache in your cunt begging to be tended to. Joel unzips your coat and pulls your shirt up over your head, kissing all over your neck down to your collarbone nipping and leaving bruises down to the top of your tits.

Territorial bastard.

His eyes admired your bra before discarding it and immediately toying with your breasts, tweaking pinching and meeting his lips to roll his tongue around it to stimulate you. His warm hands explore the curves of your body, touching and tracing shapes over your skin lightly enough to tickle sent goosebumps over your skin.

“Wanna show you how much you mean to me darlin’,” you nodded and circled your hips, grinding down onto his rock hard cock being restrained by two layers.

Joel flipped you to your back and shushed you, “it’s okay baby, ‘m gunna look after you.” His mouth leaving hot wet kisses from your torso to your cunt, your body feeling hot and trembling in anticipation. Joel’s hot breath on your cunt was enough to have you bucking your hips into nothing, desperate to be touched, whimpering to him, “please Joel, please, please touch me.”

His mouth attached straight onto your clit and the moans that left your mouth sounded heavenly to Joel. “Fucking pussy tastes so good darlin’.” He groaned into your cunt making you twitch into his face, hands finding their way into his greyish hair and giving it a small tug, Joel’s hips grinding against the mattress at the action. Once he saw you were dripping, he slipped a thick finger into your hole and started pumping, slightly relieving the full ache that rested in your stomach for too long. Your hips met the thrusts of his finger and expertly he added another causing you to throw your head back onto his pillow, moaning and savouring his smell. You could feel the tension building in your stomach as he fingered your cunt, curling them perfectly into the puffed up tissue while his tongue rolled around on your clit. Moans leaving your mouth louder and more frequent as you chased your high. “Please Joel- harder, harder. Fuck yes daddy!”

“C’mon darlin, that’s it. That’s a good girl, cum for daddy.” Joel calling himself daddy was the last push you needed before you came undone, “fuck-fuck Joel! Fuck I’m coming,” your legs trembling and body feeling as if it were made of gelatine and your ears ringing were happening simultaneously as a result of your orgasm.

Your chest heaved trying to catch your breath, coming down from your high, “please Joel, need you in me so bad, need your cock.” You begging, desperate for his cock made it twitch, unbuckling his jeans and kicking off his jeans you made a motion with your hands to come closer. He complied. Your hands traced the buttons of his long sleeve shirt before looking up at him through wet lashes, “can I?” Joel hesitated, insecurity creeping up but he pushed it away and nodded. You unbuttoned the buttons one by one, making sure he was still comfortable, pulling his shirt off his arms and tossing it onto the floor with the rest of the pile. You gasp looking at him and Joel’s ears turn red with embarrassment. “Know I’m not the best lookin anymore but-“ you cut Joel off with a kiss, shutting his insecurity down. “You’re so beautiful Joel.” You caress his chest and pecks before kissing them, the heat that surrounded your face was comforting, you twirl his chest hair in your fingers, taking him all in.

“Want you and only you Joel. Fuck me, please.” Joel obliged, pulling his briefs to his knees letting his cock spring freely, the cold air making it twitch. A gasp left your lips as you saw him, he was huge. It was the most perfect cock you had ever seen. “I know darlin’, you can take it. Promise you.” You whimpered and nodded as his tip rubbed up and down your entrance, pushing the tip in slowly and stopping halfway to let you adjust. Your face was scrunched up in pain and Joel kissed your lips tenderly, “gotta breathe darlin, I’ll wait for you.” You took some deep breaths ignoring the burn in your cunt as Joel stretched you out. Eventually getting used to the feeling you wrap your legs around the back of his thighs encouraging him, he pushed in till his balls were up against your ass, your cunt taking his cock, swallowing it greedily.

“Ff-fuck darlin’, pussy so fuckin tight and wet fuckkkk, this all for me huh?” You nodded pathetically, “all for you Joel, only for you.” Joel grunted, pulling his hips back and slamming it back into your sopping warm cunt, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix gently, enough to cause a gentle sensation of pain and pleasure. The tightening in your stomach began building embarrassingly quick as Joel fucked you, his large hands gripping your hips, groaning at the feel of you. “Fuck! Joel fuck ‘m gunna cum! Wanna cum on your cock daddy please.” You became a sobbing mess beneath him as it all became too much, completely cockdrunk and blabbering as if no thought could rationally form in your brain. Joel mercilessly pounded into you, riled up even more, loving the sight of you trembling, sobbing and completely delirious at the feel of his cock.

“That’s it baby, good girl-such a good girl taking daddy’s cock, my girl gunna cum for me? Come on darlin’ cum on your daddy’s thick cock,” your entire body trembled as you reached your orgasm, writhing under Joel within his grip, face stained with your tears and mouth swollen from biting your lip. Screaming his name like a prayer, “yes-yes FUCK! YES Joel fuck please-please cum in my pussy, fuck need it so bad daddy.” Joel’s balls twitched at how you begged for him, his release instant after, “fuck darlin’ love you so much.” He shot his warm cum into your cunt, knowing it would invade your womb in search for an egg. His body stuttering as he huffed trying to catch his breath, his cock going soft inside you. He kissed your lips and pulled out, his cum dripping onto one of the three blankets on his bed.

Joel returned with a warm washcloth and wiped you and himself clean. Walking to his closet, he pulls out a large sweatshirt of his throwing it on the bed in front of you, finding clothes of his own to wear to bed. You put on the sweatshirt, smiling as you inhale Joel’s fragrance. “Got cum on your blanket by accident.” You mutter in embarrassment, redness overwhelms the natural colour of your skin. He lets out a small laugh, “lucky I know a real pretty girl that does the laundry.” You huff out a laugh and lie down next to Joel, pulling the blankets ontop of you, “daddy, eh?” You smack his arm and he holds his arms up in defence. “I love you too Joel, now turn around, wanna hold you.” Joel complies and turns with his back facing you, you hold him in your arms the warmth radiating him lulling you to sleep. You wondered what the town would think of Joel “the badass” miller if they knew he was the little spoon. The thought amused you, but you loved your little secret.

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Blood in The Cut

summary: You’re distracted while working with Joel, and it almost costs you your lives. Luckily, he knows how to get you out of your head—it’s just a little surprising because you didn’t think he liked you, but here he is eating you out like it’s his last meal.

rating: E (18+!! This is straight-up smut. Unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spit mention, (1) spank, Soft Joel at the end)

pairing: Joel Miller/f!reader

word count: 2k+

a/n: My friend @dresupi prompted me with Blood in The Cut by K.Flay saying it screamed Joel, and I went, well damn, absolutely, and here we are. Please enjoy 2k of smut. Shoutout to @juletheghoul for giving it a glance. Unbeta’d.

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You’re not entirely sure how you got in this position; lying on your back on a dusty old floor in an abandoned building outside the QZ, the bottom half of your body bare, your thighs clenched around a man’s head, his mouth unrelenting on your cunt, your legs trembling, whimpering from sensitivity having come already.

That’s a lie; you know exactly what got you here.

Joel got pissed off at you for not paying attention and almost getting you both killed because you were distracted, and after you’d found a safe place to hole up, he’d grilled you about why you weren’t on top of things like usual. This led to you revealing that your boyfriend had cheated on you, got another girl pregnant, and left you for her.

His eyebrows are pinched, arms crossed over his chest, scowling.

“Gotta get you out of your fuckin’ head, or you’ll get us killed.”

“I’m sorry, Joel. I won’t let it happen again.”

“Take off your pants.”

“What?”

“You fuckin’ heard me. Take off your pants. I’m gonna make you forget about that asshole and save our fuckin’ lives.”

Here you are, Joel’s lips wrapping around your sensitive little clit, your back arching, crying out, thighs clenching harder over his ears, him not caring and feeling him groan into your pussy. Your fingers are gripped tight in his grey hair, cunt pulsing, the muscles in your body tightening up until the knot snaps, and you’re coming again, brokenly moaning as the waves of pleasure move through your body.

Joel says something, words muffled in your pussy that vaguely sound like ‘good girl,’ his mouth moving to lick up your release, lapping at you, while your breaths even out.

His big hands grip your thighs, prying them from his head, as he sits up, your brain a pleasurable haze, thoughts feeling like molasses—slow, thick.

You know he’s talking to you, but you don’t hear him, gasping at the sting of his hand slapping your hip.

Your eyes open, tilting your head to look at him. You’d made a mess of him, the lower part of his face shiny with your juices, looking at you with a serious expression.

You wonder if Joel knows how to smile, he’d probably have a great one, but you’re used to him frowning, always a hardened look on his face, that’s normal. You’ve known him for years, Tess bringing you in for jobs here and there, and he’s always fascinated you—this much older, gruff man of few words, who only listened to Tess, and was a force to be reckoned with. Did you have a bit of a crush? Yes. But you have no chance, he’s too closed off, and you’re not even sure if he likes you in general. Though, after the way he ate your pussy, you think he might like you a little, and you’re happy to take whatever he’s willing to give.

“I asked how you’re feelin’,” he says.

A dreamy smile pulls up on your lips as you reply, “Fucking fantastic.”

“Good.” He nods. “I’m gonna fuck you, hard, until you’re droolin’ and can’t even remember his name.”

Your cunt clenches at his words, having to hold back a moan. You just know it’s going to be so fucking good, your body hot and thrumming with anticipation.

“May I kiss you?” you ask, sounding hopeful.

“No,” he answers, bluntly, your stomach dropping. “I’m just helpin’ you out, nothin’ more. You understand?”

“Yes,” you reply, not at all surprised. It’s nice of him to help you forget. Maybe there’s a little bit of softness hidden under all those rough edges.

“Good. Hands and knees.”

You scramble to do as your told, Joel grabbing your hips to help move you into position, hearing the clinking of his belt as he works open his pants, followed by him spitting on his fingers, gasping when he rubs the saliva over your entrance.

One hand grips your asscheek to spread you open, the other pushing his cock through your folds before he’s notching at your entrance. Your eyes go round, feeling the bulbous tip, knowing it’s going to be a stretch, your pussy throbbing needily, wanting to feel him inside you. He starts pushing in and your eyes roll back, mouth falling open at just how thick he is, stretching you to accommodate his girth, moaning in unison as he slides home in one smooth thrust.

“Oh my god,” you whine.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts.

You don’t have a chance to respond, his hips moving back, almost pulling all the way out and pushing back in hard enough the air leaves your lungs, setting up a brutal pace.

He hadn’t been lying, he’s fucking you hard and fast, his hands gripped tight on your hips, hearing your bodies colliding, his balls slapping against your clit, Joel grunting, soft sounds slipping between your teeth. Spreading your knees a little further apart has him going deeper, his thick cock rubbing against spots that has your head spinning, fingers digging into the concrete floor as he works you up, pleasure building higher, and higher with every slick slide of him moving in and out of you.

You’ve never been fucked liked this, and you love it, taking what he’s giving you, completely at his mercy, knowing he just wants to make you feel good, and it’s almost embarrassing how quickly he’s getting you to your end, fucking you too good.

His hand leaves your hip to rub your clit, and the jolt of pleasure has your muscles squeezing, moaning loudly.

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” he grits out.

You are, panting hard, the obscene slap of flesh the soundtrack as you fall over the edge with a cry, body seizing up, your release dripping down his cock, euphoria exploding in your veins.

“Good girl,” Joel groans, fucking you through your high. “You’re tight little pussy is squeezin’ me.”

Your arms give out, resting your head on them, heart hammering in your chest. He’s kind enough to move his fingers off you, continuing to piston into you, grunting with exertion, his thrusts wetter. You’re pretty sure you’re drooling, your slick coating your inner thighs, legs trembling.

He leans over your back, pressing his front into you, slowing his movements, his mouth at your ear, holding himself up with hands beside you.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” he rasps. “You’re gonna make me come.”

He kisses your neck, goosebumps rising on your skin from the softness.

“Come inside me,” you whimper, wanting to feel him.

He makes a pained sound.

“I can’t—gonna paint your pretty pussy in it.”

He pulls out suddenly, making you gasp, Joel manhandling you onto your back, his hips slotting into the cradle of your thighs and pushing back inside quickly, his slick cock sliding in easily.

His arms bracket your head, pulling your legs up his ribs as he starts moving again, picking up pace quickly, spearing into you over and over. His face is screwed up like he’s in pain, rough sounds coming from his mouth.

“You take me so fuckin’ well,” his words come out strained. “So tight, wet, fuck.”

Your hands work their way into his hair and he groans, leaning up to press your lips to his stubbled jaw.

“You’re so soft—so fuckin’ soft,” he says.

His eyes open, meeting yours.

“Can you give me another?”

You’re too sensitive from your previous orgasms, there’s no way you could come again.

“I don’t think so.”

“I think you can—just one more.”

He sits up on his knees, pushing your own up your chest, changing the angle to have him plunging into your pussy so deep and rubbing over something that causes white-hot pleasure to shock through you, making you gasp.

“I know,” he says, massaging that spot with each quick snap of his hips. “Wanna feel you come again. Soak my dick.”

You’re so wet, leaking all over his cock, hearing him working in and out of you, your pussy fluttering, another orgasm building in you, feeling the heat growing at the base of your spine, chanting his name.

It makes you throb, losing your mind at how good it feels, drool wetting your chin, eyes squeezed shut. You’re honestly upset that this is a one time thing, knowing no one will ever fuck you like this ever again.

Everything comes to a head, you’re right on the precipice.

“Oh, god,” you moan.

“Come for me,” he growls.

He says the words and it’s like he has a line straight to your cunt, because you do—the muscles in your belly tightening and tightening until you’re clamping down on him hard, coming with a shout, Joel growling, his hips stuttering, pleasure radiating through your body.

He pushes your legs apart, laying back over you, short strong strokes pushing in and out of you, extending your high.

You moan in surprise when his lips crash into yours, kissing you hard, happily opening when he licks into your mouth eagerly. He must be close, his breaths shakey, thrusts uneven, kissing you like his life depends on it.

Suddenly he’s pushing up and off of you, pulling out, taking himself in hand and jerking off frantically, panting hard, until a long drawn out groan pulls from his throat, feeling the hot spurts of his come painting your pussy.

There’s no coherent thoughts in your head, feeling lethargic, spent, not even sure if you can move with how your limbs are shaking.

“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he pants.

You peek an eye open, lifting your head to find him staring at your cunt. He pushes a finger through his mess, rubbing it over your little clit.

“Oh,” you gasp.

His gaze meets yours, a small smile pulling up on his lips, and your eyes go wide.

“It’s better than I imagined,” he says.

You’re feeling confused, not only from what he says but the soft look on his face. He’s handsome normally, but seeing him like this has your body feeling warm.

“What’s better than you imagined?”

“Your pussy.”

“You’ve imagined fucking me…?” you ask slowly, not quite believing what you’re hearing.

“Yeah? From the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

“I didn’t think you liked me.”

His eyebrows furrow.

“I like you plenty. I do jobs alone with you, don’t I?”

“Yeah, ‘cause Tess tells you to.”

“‘Cause I ask Tess to let me.”

It hits you then.

“You’re sweet on me.”

He sighs, looking away.

“I’m sweet on you,” he mumbles.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

He looks at you, his eyebrow raising.

“Well, you were datin’ that asshole for one—never liked him.” You snort. “And I’m old, really fuckin’ old. I ain’t got no chance with someone like you.”

“Well, you’re wrong about one of those things.”

“I thought you said he left you? You’re not still datin’ him are you?”

“What? No.” You wave away his questions. “That’s over. Done. I don’t want to ever see his face again.”

“Good.” He nods.

“You’re wrong about not having a chance with me. I’m sweet on you, too.” You smile.

He doesn’t look convinced.

“You’re lyin’. You didn’t even think I liked you.”

“Well, yeah. Just ‘cause I didn’t think you liked me didn’t stop me from crushing on your grumpy ass.”

He huffs out an amused breath.

“You really like me?”

“I do.” You nod. “You wanna make this more than a one time thing? I’d really like to do this naked and in a bed,” you ask, biting your lip.

He grimaces.

“I don’t have much to offer…” he says slowly. “I can fuck you, warm your bed, give you my body, but feelings and shit, I’m really fuckin’ bad at it.”

“That’s fine.” You shrug. “The orgasms make up for it,” you say, winking.

His thumb circles your sensitive clit, making your mouth fall open.

“Yeah? You like how I play your pussy?” he rasps.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Very much.”

“Good. If you’re with me, it’s mine.”

You nod. “Only yours.”

He smiles. “Then we’ll keep doing this. Now, let me clean you up. We gotta get goin’.”

You’re wondering what he’s gonna use to wipe you down with, but then he’s moving back and bending down, his tongue sweeping through his come and making you moan.

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