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aurorawritestoescape · 4 months ago

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Rereading it was a great idea cos now I’m horny and crying in the middle of the day😭🫠 you know that this part gave me so many emotions and I told you that the whole story is wrapped up perfectly! Bravo, baby!!👏👏👏🥹❤️❤️❤️ and I have more to say💖

You know that along the way I fell in love with raider Joel. He’s a complicated, dark, hot, confident asshole. So of course I love him!!😍🥵 and my heart was breaking, reading about his torment, his emotions. He doesn’t know what to do because —

"You know what I mean. You fucking know it deep inside you, so stop pretend. You know it since I told you what those butterflies meant, and maybe even before. I don't let women sleep here. I would have killed any other woman who acted like you after what happened with Tess. Or I would have thrown her into the shithouse. All that shit you did back then..."

He basically confesses his feelings for her here and I love that nothing is said openly but we understand it anyway🥹😭

The smut means so much in this part. She faked her orgasm bc her feelings overwhelmed her. I think it threw him off so much, it was so unexpected that he finally realized how much he was hurting her and how much she hated her position in the camp. But he still needed her, needed to please her🥹😭

"Jesus Christ... You're her greatest danger, and you don't even see it..."

Tommy’s words also played their part in his decision in my opinion and Joel hated that he was right and his drinking, spiraling showed us how much he was suffering, making the final decision.

As I’d told you I needed that scene with a new girl. I’m down bad for Joel but the outside perspective on the camp situation reminded me how fucked up it was and made me understand reader’s emotions better🙏❤️

"Always takin' me so good. As if you were made for me."

He was right. No one ever felt so good in you, despite everything. He knew how to fill you. He knew how to make you come, how to touch you. How to talk to you through it. And this was the saddest thing in the world.

I just know that in different circumstances they could be happy together and 😭😭😭

Their last time was PERFECT😭❤️🔥🔥🔥 Hot, sweet, passionate aaahhh perfect!!!! And ofc there’s anal😍🥵 that’s how I know you love them a lot❤️❤️❤️❤️

Congratulations on finishing the series, Milla!! You did an incredible job with it! I love it dearly and can’t wait to reread the whole thing!🙏🔥❤️👏👏👏🫂😘💕

No good

6k7 | Joel Miller x fem reader Series summary: you’ve been kidnapped by raiders, Joel is their leader. Women who don’t “behave” are locked in a place you call “the shithouse”. You live in your own house, “freely”. You and your roommate, Vic, became girlfriends. Joel, Tommy and the guards have free use of the women in the camp, while respecting Joel's strict rules. Chapt summary: tension between Joel and you is growing

Warnings: 18+ mdni. Dark/dubcon (captivity), angst, emotional distress, degradation, somnophilia, oral (f/m), spitting, manhandling, praise kink, piv, rimming, anal play, anal, creampie

a/n: takes place right after “Breathe” This is it, the last chapter of Smack my b*tch up. I was indecisive about the ending but it came to me as I wrote this chapter. I hope you’ll like it ❤️ I hate ending a series, so I'm just gonna sob in a corner now. Thank you to everyone who followed reader’s journey 🫶 @aurorawritestoescape the biggest smooch 💕🫶 Thank you for beta-ing, and everything 🫂

Heed the warnings. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not pursue reading. I don't condone any of this.

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You took off your clothes and sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard while Joel took off his boxers and placed them on a chair next to the bed. Taking his time. You didn’t want to show any feelings. Whether it be fear, uncertainty, whatever. Desire? Shit. What’s wrong with me?, you thought. He fucked you with his brother and this young soldier a few hours earlier. Then he fucked Vic, and now he wanted you to sleep with him? And yet, despite everything that was happening in the camp, your body was drawn to him relentlessly and you hated it.

He finally lay down, with a smirk on his face that he didn’t try to hide. He was full of self-confidence, as if he could read you more easily than yourself. Another thing that you hated.

"It happens often?" you asked him in a slightly annoyed voice.

“I need you to be a little more specific.”

“Letting a woman sleep here.”

"Not really, no."

You crossed your arms over your chest. You couldn't understand why he made you sleep there, you wanted to know more and he didn't seem very talkative even if he was in a good mood. You couldn't resist the idea of provoking him a little.

“Aren’t you afraid that I might kill you in your sleep?”

He laughed, while you internally wondered if you could really kill him in his sleep.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“No, I don’t think you’ll kill me in my sleep, baby.”

“That’s pretty presumptuous, coming from the leader of rapists.”

A haze seemed to form in his eyes, dissipating so quickly that you weren’t sure if you imagined it. Even more when you saw him chuckle then reply, “you really have a problem with manners.”

“You already told me that, on my first day here. Don’t you ever think how twisted it is, coming from you?”

“We all have our boundaries and scale of value, don’t we?”

“I guess”, you replied, slightly annoyed.

He lay down on the side facing you, and manhandled you so that you were spooning. Part of you hated it. Sleeping was your only way to escape your daily life, without thinking about the camp. When it wasn't ruined by a raider coming into your room at night. And now he didn't give you the choice of your sleeping position, reminding you that you were his. A free use body.

Yet, a part of you wanted to melt into his arms and his torso, to feed on the temporary protection he was offering you. To really let your body and mind rest, even if it was for a few minutes or hours before he would wake you up.

His cock nested against your ass. For probably the first time since you were here, he wasn’t hard against your body, but even so that wasn’t a relief. Whether he was hard or not, he was a raider. He could be cruel. His use of women was cruel, even though he had those damn rules.

You looked at the butterflies, and again, your heart sank thinking about his loss. You had never lost a child, and couldn’t imagine how you would feel or act. You hastily averted your gaze. He had been playing with your brain since you arrived and you hated yourself for falling into his manipulation. Child loss or not.

“Let’s sleep baby. I ain’t gonna fuck you now. Today was a busy day, had a little too much pussies to fuck.”

You rolled your eyes. Asshole, you mulled.

You woke up in the middle of the night by his tongue lapping at your folds.

“Joel…” you said, trying to sit up.

“Shh. Lemme eat ya.”

His hands were circling your waist, pressing your pelvis against the mattress and your core was on fire. You had no idea for how long he had been down on you.

You heard him groan into your pussy, and you raised your head to watch his shaggy hair between your legs in the moonlight, his head bobbing slowly. His tongue licked a long stripe from your folds to your clit and his hands left your waist to spread your folds.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t need anything…”

“Cut the fucking crap”, he cut you off, head raised towards you.

“Jesus… your mouth… your tongue. On my clit, please.”

His broad shoulders were pressed against your thighs, and he used his hands to open them wider, pressing your knees against the mattress. His eyes were fixed on your pussy and he traced your folds again, with his fingertips.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, you know”, he praised. “And I’ve seen a lot of them”, he added cruelly, before letting his saliva flow onto your clit. Your back arched as it reached your most sensitive spot.

“You’ve always loved that. Taking my spit. Whenever it’s on your cunt or in your mouth.”

Guilt invaded you, as he finally leaned down, licking your most delicate place with the tip of his tongue. Gently. So delicately that for a few moments you wondered what kind of man he was before the outbreak. What kind of husband or partner. When he pushed two fingers into your pussy, you forgot your thoughts and took his head between your hands. Moving your pelvis forward. He was taking his time, eating you perfectly as always. The atmosphere was different that night, probably because you were in his bed, where no other man had fucked you, not like in yours. At that moment, if you forgot everything else — the camp, the guards, your life here - everything was almost normal. A man going down on a woman, eager to make her cum. And a woman, ready to abandon herself in his mouth. Offering him that moment of vulnerability.

“Come for me,” he murmured, then added “soak my fingers, like a good slut,” as he slid two digits in your pussy. Reality struck you and tears threatened to flow without your heart having had time to warn you. As if you finally realized what was happening, your brain emerged from the torpor in which you had managed to put it. Was it your life now? Coming in the mouth of a raider who threw you to his men, after he forced you to make an impossible choice?

You swallowed your sobs, and you did the only thing you felt capable of at the moment: you faked it. Trying to replicate your usual sighs and moans as best as you could, thinking that you could trick him. But he immediately sat up, scowling.

“The fuck are you doing?” he grunted. His voice was icy and you shivered.

“I…I…” you failed to respond, as the tears you were no longer able to hold back were flowing onto the pillow. The sobs poured out, all your emotions finally escaped from the box you had locked them in.

He sighed and grunted “fuck” as you covered awkwardly your naked body with the sheet.

“I… I’d like to go back to my room”, you said through tears.

“No.”

You tried unsuccessfully to suppress the new sobs that were just begging to come out, hearing his unyielding tone. He probably got tired of hearing you cry and went to the bathroom, coming back a few seconds later with a glass of water which he handed you. You leaned against the headboard to drink it, the sheet tight against your body, while he stood by the bed.

“Don’t ever do this again”, he said, without any comfort in his voice.

“Do what?”

He scoffed. “Fake it.”

“I just… it was gone. I wanted to cry and I knew I couldn't come.”

“Why?”

You laughed nervously and shook your head, wondering if he was naive or sadistic for asking this question. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand as annoyance gradually replaced sadness.

“Seriously, Joel?”

“If I had to count the number of times we made you come AND you liked it, it would take me a damn long time. So yeah, I wanna know why.”

“My god, you’re such an asshole…”

You sighed. You were confused and tired. Confused about being in his bed, confused about his alternating behavior. And you were afraid that this damn Stockholm syndrome kept pushing your boundaries.

“Why am I even here tonight?”

“You wanna leave? You want me to open the gate for you, and let you go?”

You rolled your eyes. There was no way you would answer yes to that, and allow him to play with you like a damn mouse you were for him. Of course he wouldn't let you go.

He kept pushing without giving you any respite.

“You wanna leave and get bitten by an infected? Come across a man, men, who would fuck your ass raw?”

The cruelty of his words made you gasp.

“You think we’re the worst?”

“Well, I don’t know, why don’t you ask Julie, Joel?”

His nostrils flared as you tried to regain control of your emotions. To regain emotional distance from the situation.

“Have you ever thought about running this place differently? To have normal relationships with women that live here?”

“No. I take what I want. I fuck who I want.”

You looked at his lips, able to say the worst things without flinching. “What happened to you? There’s no way you can have a reminder of your daughter, if you weren't a normal man before. If you weren’t a good father.”

“What happened to me? Damn, what kinda question is that? The world works like that now. We all changed, we had to,” Joel replied, simply shrugging his shoulders at what seemed like the most outlandish question he'd ever been asked.

“That’s not true. I don't act like that. My husband didn’t act like that.”

“Yeah. And he’s dead, right? And you’re here. And I fuck you whenever I want.”

“Great, Joel. So nice of you. And you wanna know why I couldn’t come or why I cried? Maybe because I’m not an insensitive raider who thinks with his dick?”

He got up and walked to the window. “You’re such a pain in the ass, damn….”

“I’m a pain in the ass? Really? Do you have any idea how it feels to be used? Every day, every night, by one man, two or more?” You paused. “And don’t tell me that I like it, or whatever.” You hesitated, knowing that what you were about to say was the worst idea in the world, right now. But you couldn't stop, as if you needed to push him more. “Do you ever think about your daughter, imagining someone forcing her to go through this?”

He rushed to the bed before you had time to realize that he was already standing next to you, his gaze lowered to yours, his fists clenched. And you got scared. His face was twisted with fury like you've never seen before.

So, trying to push away the memory of his child that you shouldn’t have brought into the conversation, you quickly added “Don't insult me by telling you about Stockholm syndrome. And it’s not because you want us to come, that we’re fine. Because we’re not. I’m not.”

His fists were still clenched, to the point that his knuckles had the color of death.

The tension of the conversation was making you sick, and just thinking about the next few days made your stomach twist. You couldn't help but ask the question you had brushed aside a few minutes before: “would you let me go? Would you let Vic and I go?”

“No”, he growled, without thinking about it for one single second.

“Why?”

“My men have needs.”

“Yeah, you already told me that. And we’re a ressource, just like some fucking food or ammos.”

You both stayed for a few moments without speaking. You were trying to calm down, while your anxiety was at its highest. And Joel... you couldn't tell what he was thinking.

“You’re different from the other women. You’re… special”, he said in a low voice, barely audible.

You felt like he just punched you in the stomach and you pulled away. Mentally and physically. As if you wanted to disappear into the headboard. But you couldn’t hide anywhere. “What do you fucking mean?”

“You know what I mean. You fucking know it deep inside you, so stop pretend. You know it since I told you what those butterflies meant, and maybe even before. I don’t let women sleep here. I would have killed any other woman who acted like you after what happened with Tess. Or I would have thrown her into the shithouse. All that shit you did back then…”

“You have a very special way of showing how much you care about me”, you tried to scoff. But it faded when your eyes met, and you felt your whole body freeze. As if his gaze pierced your soul. You felt mentally and morally naked, and you had the feeling that he was about to devour your soul and spit it out on the sheet a few seconds later.

“When you care about someone, you don't treat them like shit, Joel. You don't keep them captive and you don't rape them.”

“You keep pushing me. You defy me, my men don’t dare do that. And…” He stopped and looked at your crotch, hidden under the sheet.

“Fuck. Thanks, me and my fucking cunt feel really special.”

“AND… sometimes I don't know what I’m gonna do with you. If I wanna push just to see when you finally fucking break.”

You widened your eyes and wondered how this night would end. You couldn't believe it, but you missed how it was before. Before tonight, before the guard brought you to this house. Before this conversation that was making you feel so anxious.

You missed just being fucked. Just being a free use body, nothing more. “I hate all of this. I surely don't have your mental strength, and I'm not in your position to enjoy this conversation like you do. Let’s keep it to the usual stuff, and just fuck me.”

He stared at you with his piercing gaze. You weren't so sure he was enjoying the conversation, despite what you had said.

“Fuck it. You’re gonna come.”

He knelt on the bed and removed the sheet roughly, then pulled your legs towards him. He did it so quickly that it took your breath away. He licked his fingers and caressed your pussy, before lining up his cock at your entrance without taking the time to prepare you further. Your hands gripped his biceps as his pace was already fast and deep.

“I hate you”, you blurted into his ear, jaw clenched.

“No you don’t. And you fucking know it”, he growled, before pulling out and lying on his back, then gripping your hips to make you ride him. His hand seized his cock as he positioned himself between your folds. Roughly, he slammed into you, making you whimper. He was holding you tight against him and was fucking you so hard that you couldn’t stop moaning. The way he was pounding you was maybe the only thing that could keep you from thinking about something else.

He pushed your chest back and wrapped his large hand around your throat, then slid it between your breasts, until his thumb brushed your clit. He slowed his pace then stopped.

“Ride me”, he said. “Until you come on my fucking cock.”

His other hand rested on your hip, accompanying your slow movements. The slower pace made you think again about the harshness of your conversation and you were ashamed at the idea of coming for him again, after all his words. You thought of Vic, of the good she was giving you. Two lost souls in this hostile world, in this hostile camp. She was your only light in there.

You pushed away the thoughts that were accumulating in your mind. Despair won't do you any good. You looked at him. There was no longer any anger or coldness in his eyes. No self confidence either, as if the conversation had hurt him too, somehow. You brushed his skin to feel its warmth under your digits, then you placed your hand flat just above his heart, to feel the echo of the beats. As if you wanted to reassure yourself, by telling you that emotions were still present in him. Even if they were often twisted. The way he looked at you at that moment, as if no one had touched him like this in a long time, proved it as much as the echo resonating in his ribcage.

Soon, all you could think about was his cock rubbing your g spot perfectly, and his thumb brushing your clit just like you needed. You felt it coming, this orgasm that had escaped you earlier. He felt it too, joining his pelvic movements with yours, accompanying them just as gently. You let your head fall back, as you knew Joel's gaze was fixed on your body.

“Yeah, just like that. Come on my cock, baby”, he breathed with no degradation this time, as your folds squeezed him. When your shaking stopped, both of his hands rested on your hips.

“Spit in my mouth.”

“Wh…what?” your eyes locked into his. Passing from one to the other, scrutinizing him. Looking for the slightest spark that would prove he was playing with you. But there wasn't any.

“Come on, baby. Do it.”

You grabbed his chin and rolled your hips again, his shaft clasped between your folds. You leaned towards him, your gaze glued to his, and you pressed his chin before letting your saliva flow in his mouth. He swallowed and tightened his grip on your hips, then grabbed your throat with one hand, without squeezing too hard. His other hand still gripped on your hip tightly, he started to thrust in. Hard, as if he wanted to regain control. That was probably not enough for him, since he grabbed you and flipped you over, laying you on your stomach and covering your body with his, before thrusting into your pussy. He was keeping you pressed against the bed, a fist clenched in your hair, and a forearm resting on your shoulder blades. Crushed by the weight of his heavy body pounding you maybe harder than never before. He was fucking you so good, until oblivion, that you slid your hand to your clit and came again, clenching his shaft. “Fuck, fuck!” he growled in your ear, spurting his cum deep in your cunt.

“Go back to your room”, he said in a tired voice when he pulled back, before disappearing in his bathroom.

You ran into Tommy when the guard walked you out. The surprise in his eyes confirmed that he wasn't used to seeing women leave Joel's house.

You went straight upstairs to Vic's room and lay down against her.

“Honey? Are you ok?”

“I have no fucking idea.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Not really no… Sorry I… I just need to sleep and forget everything.”

“Come here, baby”, she said, as she opened her arms for you to curl up in them. You smelled her sweet skin to reassure yourself, so different from Joel's scent, and two minutes later you were asleep, her fingers brushing your arm.

Tommy was making himself some coffee when Joel came down to his kitchen.

“What the fuck are you doing, Joel?” he asked his brother. “She spent the night here?”

“Not your goddamn business”, Joel growled. He went out, slamming the door. He needed to let off some steam. Needed to think of something else. Someone else. He hated the conversation too, even if he couldn't admit it.

He came across a guard and told him to bring a woman to the fuck house, anyone but you or Vic.

“TOMMY!!” he yelled into the street, near his kitchen window, then barked “get your ass in the fuck house.” When Tommy arrived, then a woman and the guard, Joel was pacing back and forth like a lion in a cage. He sent away the guard.

“Fuck her”, he ordered Tommy. “All fours.”

“What? No!”

Joel grabbed him by the collar and pushed him roughly against the wall and they stared at each other.

“Go back to your house, sweetheart. I'll pay you a visit later”, Tommy told her, without taking his eyes off Joel. Once she was gone, Tommy slapped Joel's hands away.

“The hell you think I am? You don't fucking use me to let off steam. You're losing your goddamn mind Joel.”

When Joel came out of the fuck house, no one dared to look at him. Neither the raiders nor the women who were there. He was furious and everyone could feel it. He hesitated to go to the shit house and fuck one of the girls there, but for the first time, he was afraid of what he would be able to do to them. He needed to calm down. So he did the only thing he thought was a good idea, and he walked into your house. He found you and Vic sleeping naked in each other's arms, and he sat facing the bed. Scratching his beard with his thumb. His brother was right, he was losing his mind. He kept watching you for a few minutes, then he got up and left the room, just as you woke up and laid eyes on his back.

Joel left the camp for several days for plundering with some of his men, while his brother was in charge of the camp. He needed to think and to cool down.

For several years as a raider, he took whatever he wanted. He used the women in the camp and he was fine with that. He loved to feel them fragile, scared. He loved making them come. Feeling their bodies submit and seeing the torment on their faces. He fed himself on this vision, it was turning him on even more than spurting in whatever hole he chose to fuck.

Until the day his guards brought you to the camp. He knew you were special from day one, defying him on your very first talk, even if he could feel your fear. And the first time he thrust into you, he thought he was going to come in 10 seconds. Your body could fit him perfectly, you were taking his cock as if you were made for him. He loved your moans. He even liked watching you get fucked by one of his men, because he knew you whimpered differently with him.

He liked that you dared to stand up to him, even if it led to a complicated situation with Tess. Even if he had to cut off your finger to make an example. He knew it was a bad idea to make you sleep at his place, but he couldn't resist. He wanted you near him, he wanted to sleep with you and fuck you in his bed, where no one fucked you before.

And then everything went wrong. You faked it, and he hated it. He hated even more that you brought Sarah into the conversation.

Too many lines had been crossed that night and the situation was getting out of hand. He had to stop this downward spiral, but for the first time in a long time, he didn't know how to do it, how to act. A part of him wanted you for himself, but it couldn’t happen.

He found two bottles of whiskey during a raid, gave one to his men when he returned and drank the other one alone. Sitting on his porch, he saw a guard head towards your house. With the almost empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, he followed him, staggering, ready to beat him to death if he had to. To forget. Tommy stopped him at the last moment and took him back to his house after he told the guard "go to another house, son."

“It can't go on like this, Joel. Maybe you should go spend a few weeks at Tess's camp. You need to get away from here. Get away from her.”

“I ain’t going anywhere. I gotta stay here to make sure she's ok.”

“Jesus Christ… You’re her greatest danger, and you don't even see it...”

“Just… shut the fuck up. And get the fuck outta here, I’m going to bed.”

He headed for the stairs but he was too drunk to go up. He collapsed on his couch, and Tommy sat in the chair next to him, watching over him until morning.

A guard knocked on the door shortly after sunrise and told them that they captured a woman. “I’m coming,” Joel growled. He splashed water on his face at the kitchen sink and left the house. At the last moment, he headed towards yours. You and Vic were in the kitchen. You hadn’t seen him for several days and he looked like a wreck, smelled of alcohol.

“My men brought back a woman this morning.”

Your heart sank thinking of her, how worried she certainly was. You thought about the day you arrived, your discussion with Tommy. The moment Joel brought you to the shithouse.

“I want you to have the talk with her,” he told you coldly.

“The talk?”

“The one Tommy had with you on your first day.”

“I’m not a fucking raider,” you spat back. “You can’t ask me that.”

“Yes I fucking can. Come with me” he said as he grabbed your arm. You looked at Vic, who nodded for you to obey. Her eyes were begging you not to fight against Joel.

He led you to the warehouse and told the guard to unlock the door. You looked at him, hoping he would change his mind. His eyes were dark. Cold. It was useless, so you walked in and the door closed behind you.

She was sitting in the corner of the room, knees bent in front of her. She was young. Early twenties, probably. Witnessing her first moments here made you sick. Having to tell her what she would soon have to face made you want to puke. She looked at you, surprised to see a woman. You saw some kind of relief appear in her eyes as your heart broke a little more.

You gave yourself all the courage you could muster, thinking that maybe it would be better for her to learn it from you, rather than from Tommy or Joel.

“Hey,” you said softly.

“Let me go. You have no right to keep me here.” She was trying to be tough, you could guess every thought that was dancing in her mind.

“They won’t let you go, I’m sorry.”

“They? Who’s they? Who are you?”

“I am a woman they captured too.”

You sat on the ground, keeping a respectable distance so as not to scare her. She was terrified and trying not to cry.

"I'm sorry. I’m sorry that this happened to you.”

“What… what are they gonna do to me? Are you… are you safe? Did they hurt you?”

You closed your eyes and breathed slowly. You couldn’t believe he was making you do this. To explain to her how women had to live here.

“They… uh… Jesus.”

Your hands were shaking and you tried to suppress your sobs. The words weren’t coming. You couldn't do it, you weren't Tommy. You thought about Vic, the first morning she told you it could be worse. But Vic had a different experience than you here. Not better or worse. Different. You couldn't find the words and the seconds passed, each one making her anguish grow, palpable even from where you were.

The door opened suddenly and Joel firmly said “that’s enough. Get out.”

You stood up and looked at her. She was terrified, and you only increased her terror.

“Go back to your house”, he told you after the guard closed the door.

“Still want me to break, uh? That’s why you wanted me to do this? Good fucking job, we’re almost there,” you told him while the guard could still hear you.

“Jesus Christ, come here,” he said as he grabbed your arm and led you into his house.

“I don’t wanna go there”, you begged, trying to get away from his grasp, in vain.

“I don’t fucking care”, he grunted. He pushed you into his house and closed the door behind you, placing his hands on his hips, looking at the ground.

After a few seconds he walked towards the stairs and said “come with me.” You didn't move. Not out of revolt or spirit of contradiction. The memory of the last time you were there didn't leave your mind. The way you two argued. The way he fucked you. It had all been way too emotional and personal and you had a hard time getting over it. You weren't ready to start again.

He turned around, in the middle of the stairs, seeing that you weren't following him.

“Please?” he asked.

He asked. Didn’t order, didn’t bark. Didn’t smirk. He asked.

“Fuck”, you murmured. You followed him upstairs, his heavy steps echoing in the house.

“So we have a new pussy to fuck,” he said once you were in his bedroom, and you hadn’t anticipated the pang of jealousy that painfully shot through your heart. You hated him for what they were about to do to her. You hated him for instilling this jealousy in you. You hated that part of him, and you hated yourself for being unable to hate all of him, not only his cruel side.

“I'm so sick of your mood swings and manipulation!”

You didn’t think before you slapped him, only the noise made you realize what you just did. He grabbed your wrist and held it against his face. His eyebrows were furrowed, but he was more surprised than angry.

“Sometimes I wish I was dead, you know? You’re playing your little games, fucking with my brain. You enjoy it? You never… I don’t know… can't you stop being a fucking asshole?”

You saw in his eyes the pain he felt when he heard you, as if the idea of you being dead was unbearable to him. He sighed and released your wrist then went to the window. He brushed one of the butterflies and said “her name was Sarah, and I lost her on outbreak day.”

“Stop it. Please. Don't tell me about… before. Don't give me pieces of you, just to tear them apart later. I can't stand the way you're manipulating me anymore.”

“I don't… fuck, I'm trying to explain. I care about you. But I shouldn't, I can't run this place like that.”

“Stop it. Joel, please.”

“Listen to me. Since the outbreak day, I haven't cared about anyone else, except Tommy and Tess. I don't know how to act with you. I don't know what's normal.”

“Well, that's easy, Joel. All this… the camp, the way you run it, is not normal. You care about me, I heard it. And so what? You're gonna punish me harder than the other women as a reward?”

He frowned and you stared at him. He was tired, for the first time you noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

“Lemme fuck you”, he murmured. “One- Lemme fuck you.”

“One what? And the fuck you're talking about, “lemme”? Can I say no?”

“Yes, you can.”

You looked at him, he wasn't playing. Your body was pulled towards him as your mind was telling you to run away. You were incapable of hating him. You hated part of him, but the other part attracted you like a magnet. As if you could fix him.

You walked up to him and caressed his cheek, unable to stay away from him at the moment, and he closed his eyes.

“You can change the rules here. You're the only one that can do that”, you told him gently.

Your body was drawn to him, maybe more than usual. He let you place his hand on your cheek, didn’t remove it, and once again you wondered who he was before the outbreak. You didn't know which Joel you would have to face in 5 minutes, 1 hour or tomorrow, but the Joel facing you now was different. As if he was allowing himself to show you something else, and you couldn't resist it.

You knelt down and pulled down his jeans. He wore nothing underneath, as he often did. He was only half hard, and that was the best proof that you had another Joel in front of you.

“Can I suck your cock?” you asked. He grabbed your chin and his thumb brushed against your lips before sliding between them. Your eyes were fixed on each other.

“Yes, baby”, he murmured, then removed his thumb.

You licked him, from the base to his slit. Placed your lips delicately around his tip, and his cock hardened quickly. You sucked him gently, focusing on his tip. You listened to his moans to suck him perfectly, as he loved it. You moved back down to his balls, taking them one by one into your mouth then licking them. He jerked off gently.

“That's it baby. Keep suckin’ them. That's good.”

You rolled them under your tongue, seeing his cock twitch every time you darted under his balls.

“Shit, ok, that's it. I don't wanna come on your face.”

“Fuck me”, you breathed.

“I wanna eat you, first. Wanna feel you come on my tongue.”

He got undressed and led you to the chair with a pile of clothes, which he threw to the floor.

"Take off your clothes. Lemme look at you.”

He remained in front of you, jerking off slowly as you undressed. You were so used to his mood swings that you were expecting some sarcasm or degradation, that wasn't coming.

Once you were naked, he grabbed your hips, making you sit. He knelt between your thighs, and rested them on his shoulders. Then he grabbed your hips and pulled you to the edge of the chair.

“Don't fake it”, he said, looking at you.

“I won’t.”

He squeezed your thighs against his cheeks, as if he wanted to feel you against him more. His tongue snuck out, brushing against your folds and then slipping inside.

“Joel”, you whined. His fingers dug into the skin of your hips as he lapped from your folds to your clit. Swirling his tongue over it. You were moaning so loudly you felt like the guard outside his house could hear you through the open window. You were drooling on the chair, as his tongue lingered on your clit. Then quickly, he slid up to your folds then your ass, to lap it all up.

Your hands squeezed his curls the moment you came on his tongue and his nose brushed against your clit.

“Good girl”, he praised you. “I love to feel you come in my mouth.”

He sat cross-legged on the bed and held out his hand for you to come sit on him. You grabbed his cock and impaled yourself on it gently.

“Oh my god, Joel...”

“I know, baby, I know. You like it as much as I do, right? Since the first time we fucked.”

It was personal. Way too personal and intimate, the way you were fucking. Soft. And it shouldn't have been. You were forgetting all the bad things that happened since you were in the camp. Your mind obviously needed to forget, for your sanity. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, as his hands moved you up and down on his shaft. His fingers occasionally brushed against your ass, until his index finger pressed softly against your ring. Your pussy clenched on his cock and you moaned into his ear, not resisting the idea of nibbling his ear lobe. He wasn't his usual self. Not arrogant, not playful. Calm. You were still afraid of a mood shift.

He manhandled you to lie on your back and he lay on top of you, sliding his cock into your entrance. He paused and looked at you, before resting his forehead against your shoulder and thrusting in gently, in one thrust. As if he wanted to feel every nerve of your walls against his thick cock. He paused and looked at you when he bottomed out.

As if he wanted to freeze your memory in his, and you didn't know why.

He pulled back and then thrust in again, as slowly.

“Fuck, Joel… it's good.”

“I know, baby. Always so fucking good.”

His cock was brushing against your g spot, perfectly filling the space between your walls.

“I'm gonna come”, you breathed.

“Yeah, come for me. Come for me baby, soak my shaft.”

His moans mixed with yours as his cum spurted deep inside your pussy until you milked his cock.

You had barely finished coming when he grabbed your thighs and spun you around, holding your ass up, which he spread with his large hands. Soaked with your wetness and his cum that had flowed there. His tongue hovered over it, swirling against your ring. He took his time to soften it bit by bit.

Once ready, he pressed his already hard cock against your tight hole. Straining slightly until the crown sank in completely, making you bite your lip.

“It's ok, baby. I'm in. I’m gonna fuck you slow.”

His balls pressed against your skin with each slow, deep thrust.

“Always takin’ me so good. As if you were made for me.”

You heard him growl, he wouldn't last long. His hands tightened on your hips as he thrust a few more times, as if he didn't want it to end. Until he came deep in your ass. As deep as he could. He lay down next to you, his breathing calming down bit by bit.

“Am I sleeping here tonight?”

He didn't respond right away. After a few seconds, he told you you could go back to your place.

The next day, Joel woke you and Vic up and told you to meet him at the gate. You asked him why.

"You're leaving. Today. Pack what you need, quickly." He left without looking back.

You prepared your things in a hurry, even if you couldn't believe it.

“What happened yesterday?”, asked Vic.

“I...I don't know. He didn't tell me he would let us go. Is this a fucking joke?”

She shook her head, looking at you. She didn't know what to think either.

You met him at the gate a few minutes later.

“You’re really letting us go? What about your men?”, you asked.

“Yeah. I'll deal with them.”

A part of you was scared of what would happen between him and his raiders. To the other women. But you couldn’t think about it, you had to go before he changed his mind. You had to leave with Vic and learn to live differently. Even if the outside world was scaring you. You had been cut off from it for too long.

Joel handed you a backpack and told you it contained food for a few days, water, two flashlights, two knives and two blankets.

You thought about the night before, the way he looked at you.

“Did you already know, yesterday? That it was the last time?” you asked him, grabbing the backpack.

“Yeah. Didn't want a “thank you” fuck.”

Your throat was tight with emotion. He was really letting you go, with Vic. You really were special to him, to the point where he preferred to let you go rather than keeping you there.

“You don't have to run this place like that. It can work differently. You can let her go, that young woman. It’s not too late.”

He didn't reply, but you couldn't do anything more for her. Just hope he would hear you and really consider it.

He opened the gate, and your eyes met one last time.

When you turned around and walked towards the horizon, your tears were flowing.

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