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Congratulations on the 500 followers dear Jemma!!! Can I request “i’ve been flirting with you for the last six months, thanks for noticing.” for Joel? xx

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"I'VE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU FOR THE LAST SIX MONTHS, THANKS FOR NOTICING."

Your hands were thrown in the air, face etched with annoyance in the form of furrowed brows and scowled lips. Your body was saturated from the river you had clawed your way out of, and honestly, you weren't in the mood for the confession Joel had just pushed toward you. You tugged the clinging wet fabric of your jacket from your arms, the heap dropping beside your feel with a loud thump before hands were wringing out the bottom of your t-shirt. Joel looked just as frustrated, if not more, as he refused to look your way and instead kicked off his shoe to tip out the strange green liquid pooled inside. His shouted words ran through your mind on a loop - refusing to make sense, not with the situation you had found yourself in over the past five days.

"Then why the hell are we going to Aimee's bunker, huh? Why did you drag me out of our little home to cross the goddamn surface then, huh?!" You sounded back to him, your voice as loud as it was first produced toward you.

It all started when he called you reckless for trying to kill one of the creatures you both came across - your courage prompting a brief moment of bravery as you got too close in order to shoot it through the heart with accuracy. You asked why he cared so damn much, why he was so scared, why he was so concerned for your safety. The truth was revealed shortly after, and Joel was stuck when he admitted the feelings that he was harboring for you. The confession struck your heart immediately, suddenly conflicted and elated, a mixture of emotions that pulled you from side to side.

"We just are, okay? I've already made the decision, might as well finish what was started." He was mumbling, childishly quietening his voice to express his annoyance. He was still making a point of not even glancing toward you, dissension within himself about how he was supposed to feel and just who he was supposed to feel it for.

On one hand, he had loved Aimee for seven years, or so he thought. The desperation to find her since the apocalypse became his number one priority in the bunker, and when he heard her voice over the radio for the first time, his heart soared. On the other hand, there was you, a benevolent surprise he didn't see coming. You had stood by his side for seven years and the friendship you grew easily became one of Joel's most valued possessions. He didn't expect to fall for you, but he did. It wasn't until he thought that you didn't feel the same way back, that Joel decided that maybe he was meant to be with Aimee after all.

You grunted, his answer not nearly satisfying your curiosity. Joel was holding something back from you and there's no way in hell you were going to let something else go unsaid. A deep breath was taken in, your chest puffing out in preparation to yell out your anger once more, but the way Boy flinched out the corner of your eye reminded you that this wasn't a screaming match - it was a misunderstanding, a collection of new and different emotions that floated aimlessly between you and Joel. You managed to sigh it out, your shoulders slumping in defeat. You were tired. "Joel, please..." You started, walking cautiously toward him as your hand sat upon his shoulder.

He didn't shrug it off, so you continued, "Why are we really going to find Aimee? Why am I going with you?" Your voice was gentle, quiet, a severely softened version from the tone that you exercised only moments earlier. He released a sigh of his own, followed by his large hand dragging down the stressed expression adorning his face. You deserved to know the truth, whether it changes anything or not, Joel wanted you to know.

He turned slightly to the side, your hand only gripping his shoulder harder before he reached up to encase his own over your hold. His thumb rubbed subconsciously over your damp, cold skin. "I don't think I'm good at this whole, flirting, thing. The last time I showed interest in someone was seven years ago, and even then, I had no idea what I was doing." He managed a gentle chuckle at the reminder, causing you to copy the welcomed happy sound. Joel smiled widely at your reciprocation, "When you didn't... I felt like you weren't interested. Honestly, I find you fascinating. You made me forget about Aimee... and I started thinking about what life would be like if I could hold you, and kiss you... touch you."

Your eyes softened as you looked at him, capturing the way his lips pulled upward in a smile of pure joyousness as he spoke about you, of all people. "You could've just said something." You replied, rolling your eyes in a playful manner as Joel's new facial expression - his eyebrows furrowed and sarcastic scrunch of his eyes as if to say 'really'. You poked his side with your spare hand resulting in his fingers only squeezing your other one tighter. "Okay, okay... I get it, you're an awkward little shit. But don't worry, it's endearing."

He scoffed, pretending that he didn't hear your last comment, although the grin remained between his flushed cheeks. It quickly faded though when he peered down to his battered converse, "I was hoping that finding Aimee would fix this hole in my heart, maybe that's where the pain stemmed from, even though I know now that it wasn't her that caused the hurt." He toed the ground before kicking a stick behind Boy, the loyal companion running after it as if a game had been initiated. Joel cleared his throat, "It was unsafe back there, at the bunker. I'd rather know that you were safe, even if it was up here with me. I just... needed to know that you'd be okay."

The pieces of the puzzle that was Joel Dawson began to slowly come together, prompting you to launch forward and embrace him in an overdue hug. He smelled terrible, and you supposed that you did as well, but having him in your arms was enough to bring a beautiful warmth to the pit of your stomach. "You're an idiot, I'm an idiot... we're both stupid. I thought you were so hung up on Aimee this whole time, and you were just being nice to me because everybody had someone... even if yours was through a radio, and I just had Gertie." You snorted at the thought of your animal friend, Joel joining through a hearty laugh that made your head spin.

You pulled back, only barely, as his arms secured around your waist; the perfect space between you as you looked up into his whisky-toned eyes, "I like you, I just thought you were in love with somebody else."

Joel shook his head, "I loved the idea of what Aimee and I had, but it's you that has my heart, completely."

"And that's what we call good flirting, Joel Dawson."

👄☕️ with Joel Dawson!!!

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[ 👄 ] : sharing their first kiss.

[ ☕️ ] : reluctant allies.

CHEATING DEATH

You were complacent being on your own; navigating the surface with your near dilapidated map and constantly-building knowledge of the creatures you come across. You saw your survival and determination as your two most valuable possessions, a consequence that was bound to you after your colony was destroyed nearly a month ago. Since then, you had learned to somewhat adapt to your changing world and take on knowledge of the creatures that roam the land that was once filled with civilisation. That, however, didn't mean that there weren't other wanderers, their stories of survival probably as wrenching as yours. They sat in the back of your mind for days after meeting them, considerations still tapping at your defensive heart about whether they were safe, whether they were alive.

This is what led you to Joel Dawson. Fresh to the surface, and nearly killed before your eyes until you and your trusty companion, Boy, came to his rescue. He had a knack for getting into danger - an accident waiting to happen around every corner. The man was sweet with a swollen heart full of dedication, something that was very rare these days. It was hard to leave Joel when you first crossed paths; perhaps, sympathy played a strong role, or maybe it was his raw positivity that drew you in. Regardless, your dog was fond of him, so it was only natural that you were too.

You didn't realise just how much of a liability Joel's limited skill set would provide until you found yourself face-to-face with danger. A full week had already passed with him by your side, and the number of creatures proposing a death sentence to your lives could hardly be counted on one hand - yet, your heart beat rapidly, eyes boring into the kind of creature even you couldn't find a way around. You growled lowly as you now watched a large mutated centipede tower over Joel, the string of his crossbow angled lightly against his cheek. Joel's hands trembled severely, the rattling of the metal arrow emitting a gentle clinking sound as it pointed toward the terrifying creature. Boy stayed by your feet, unwilling to move unless you told him to; but that didn't stop the powerful bark that he screamed toward your new enemy. You shushed him as your hand gently pushed the dog back to keep him safe.

Joel's tongue darted out to lick his lips, the pair quivering immensely. "Y/N..." He started, voice wary, his body paralyzed from the neck down as he held his position. "Help me, I can't.. I-I can't do this, please..." He was begging, his throat beginning to scratch from the growing anxiety of possible death. His usual warm eyes began to glaze over with tears and you knew that you had to do something. It was rather quick as you kicked off from your crouched position, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration as you wrapped around to the side of the creature. Your hands gripped the handles of the katanas stored in your backpack, the sound of metal scraping against the protective casing of the swords echoing loudly across the expanse of the forestry surrounding you.

The creature began to turn toward your darting figure, but you moved faster, the balls of your feet helping you leap onto deep the overgrown insect as you held on by the sword-tips that were buried deeply into its side. It roared with sick wetness, beginning to thrash as you tried to stay attached to its exoskeleton. The katanas were beginning to slip, even as you made the brash decision to pull one out and use all of your possible strength to stab it back into the creature. It reared backward - resembling the stance of a horse, but without grace and beauty. Your hands were coated with a mixture of nervous clammy sweat and whatever juices began to flow in rivers from the mutant's open wounds. They were slippery, and with only the tiniest of movements, you fell to the forest floor, hair splayed among the decaying leaves and plant debris.

Your vision instantly went spotty with black marks interrupting optimal sight, the movements of those around you slowing significantly. The last thing you could see was the creature standing over you, its fangs bearing as they opened directly above your exhausted frame. White noise filled your ears, taking over the muffled sound of your name and the familiar barks of your loyal companion. With a heavy head lulling to the side, you saw Joel, his knees buried into the dirt, chest heaving with the inklings of an upcoming panic attack. "Joel." You said, gaining his attention. You could feel the warm breath of the creature fan over your face, the horrid scent making you gag. You shook your head and looked back to the man, your lips quirking into a nervous smile, "Joel, I can't move. You have to take the shot... you can do it, okay? I know you can. You need to be a hero, Joel. Be my hero."

The last thing you saw was the blurry figure of the man standing in the distance, the crossbow placed back over his shoulder. The shadow of the mutated creature provoked you to look back, the speed at which it moved caused your arm to immediately cover your face in defense. You squeezed your eyes closed to accompany the gritting of your teeth, bracing yourself for the violence to hit. It never came. A sudden gust of wind was the only thing that hit your body before the loud reverberation of a crash shook you from head to toe. A gasp fell from your parted lips as you sat up, the beginning aches of muscle pain and a throbbing migraine hitting you almost immediately. You didn't have time to focus on that though, as your eyes were stuck on the figure of the creature, its dead structure now nestled on the forest floor with three arrows protruding from its face and chest.

What took you even more by surprise was the addition of two large arms wrapping around your body, tugging you against a warm chest that harnessed an incredibly fast thumping of a heart. "You're okay, you're okay.." Joel cooed into your ear, unsure whether it was mostly toward you or himself. His hand ran through your hair as it carefully held you into his frame, fingertips scraping soothingly at your scalp. He squeezed you tighter when your nose nuzzled comfortably into the curve between his shoulder and neck. "I'm so sorry, Y/N... you could've died because of me. I nearly fucked up, I'm sorry. Forgive me, please.." His voice was shaky, but held much more sadness and regret than when he froze only a few moments earlier. An arm dropped from your body, a slight cool breeze hitting your side before the space was taken up by the soft fur of your dog, Boy nudging his nose into your ribs. You finally released a sigh, completely complacent despite the pain you were pushing aside.

You dropped your head back and took in the sincerity that clouded Joel's whisky-colored eyes. Your hand lifted as it cupped his cheek, a gentle smile subconsciously tugging at your lips as he lent into your touch. Your voice was quiet, the wind still knocked from your lungs, but also still harnessing a tone of happiness, "You saved my life, Joel. You have nothing to apologise for. You did it, all on your own. You were a hero. Joel... you saved my life, okay? That means everything and more." Your thumb rubbed against his cheek, slowly dragging over the softness of his skin before dragging over the chapped complexion of his lips. His arms fell weak around you as his eyes flickered down to your own lips. You bit down, an exasperated laugh that felt more like a sigh barely escaped you. You tried to speak, but it was hardly audible, provoking you to clear your throat and the words could only now be heard due to your close proximity, "I'm going to kiss you now, alright?" Your warning causing a nod from his direction.

It was slow as you closed the gap between you both, lips sliding against his as he inhaled the breath you offered so graciously. One of his hands tangled in your hair as the other held the small of your back, unconsciously dragging your body against his until your chests were flush and bodies near melded into one. It was you who pulled back first, dragging in as much oxygen as you can until Joel was chasing your lips again, only letting his shoulders slump when he was comfortably attached back to you. You groaned at his moment of domination, your head turning as your nose brushed over the upturn of his own, it now dragging over your cheek before you parted your lips completely for his entry. Joel's body hovered over yours, closing in on you as your blossoming kiss flowered into utter perfection. It was warm and filled with every ounce of adoration you both could muster.

The kiss was a gesture of thanks, but the unexpected feeling of never wanting to part was one that was playing over in your head. It must have been in Joel's too, because the small smile that you felt against your lips continued to grow the more you grasped for his comfort and dragged your hands so affectionately down the curve of his spine. When he pulled back, this time, he was heavily panting and taken over by the rapid thumping of his heart against the caging of his chest. His forehead found a home against yours and his tired eyelids fell in completion. Your nose dragged over his again and he managed a brief chuckle, "Guess I'm gonna have to safe your life more often if this is the reward I get."

You giggled, head shaking gently, your lips tender as they pecked once, twice, three times over his now red and swollen lips, "A suitable reward for an incredibly suitable hero."

STAY | JOEL DAWSON (18+)

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

DAY 3: PRAISE

WARNINGS:

Cockwarming, Praise, Voice Kink and Slight Breeding Kink.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

CHOKING, PUSSY SLAPPING, MARKING, DOM/SUB DYNAMICS, SUB!SPACE.

I am not responsible for your media consumption. Please read the warnings. By reading more, you are confirming you are 18+.

you lay against joel's chest in his bunker, just underneath the covers as he toyed with you. you sat on his cock as his tender hands gently caressed your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the flesh. his hips jumped up every minute or so as you clenched around him. one thrust had you mewling backwards into his shoulder as his hand crept down rubbing slow, teasing circles into your clit.

you sighed quietly as you heard him grunt into your ear, trying to hold himself back from fucking up into you. tiny bursts of pleasure jumped through your body as he pressed down on your nub harder, teasing and pinching at it as your hole squeezed his cock. he feared he was getting close to cumming before you, hearing him try to steady his breathing and breathe deeply into your ear as his other hand gripped your flesh tightly.

you moaned as his hand came up to gently squeeze your throat pushing your head back to lay on his shoulder, his hot breath panting just above your ear. he pushed your hipbone down onto him, forcing his cock inside of you deeper as you stretched around him.

"such a good girl, sweetheart. taking my cock so well. m'good girl.”

your cunt throbbed around him. your skin heating up at his praise filled words. he knew how to get you there faster. his gruff voice mixed in with his words, your slick seeping out around his cock. he grunted into your neck, kissing it sweetly, as he slowed his thrust. a sharp sudden slap to your clit had you bouncing in his grip. your hips shot up as he pushed your hips higher pulling you back down. on him, his fingers leaving dents and marks into your flesh.

the hand around your throat tightened every few seconds teasing your airway as it pushed you closer. his tongue licked out sucking deep purple bruises into your neck as the wet muscle left goosebumps in its wake. you could feel his sack tightening underneath you as you ground down on top of him, his fingers rubbing faster and a sharp pain had you hissing and jerking in his grasp as he pinched it.

he turned your face towards him, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, nipping at your bottom lip as you moaned into his mouth. "joel, joel..." you murmured, dizzily repeating yourself as you tried to warn him of your oncoming orgasm. slowly he pulled away as he thrusted up fast, catching onto your subby state, as he fucked up, balls slapping against your cunt as felt your walls tighten and your warm juices splatter around his length.

the heat became unbearable as he groaned, trying to prolong both your orgasms as his cum shot out, deep inside you. you both settled into each other, soaking up the love and settling from your previous highs. slowly your body's slumped into each other, his cock softening still inside you as you fell asleep into each other's arms.

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