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gingerlurk · 1 year ago

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Joel Miller x f!Reader x EzraProspect

Out of universe. Out of character. Out of my damn mind.

Rating: 18+ explicit MDNI – mfm, no-outbreak!Joel Miller, menace!EzraProspect, established relationship (with Joel), pair of consent kings, porn without plot, cuckholding (not really), ass slapping, tit grabbing, a touch of breath play, ass play, rimming, unprotected piv x 2 (be safe), self-pleasuring (reader & Joel), spitting x 2, a little hair pulling (only description of reader is having hair to be pulled and caressed), biting, cmnf (both men stay mostly clothed while you are naked), creampie, we’ve got a cock-drunk reader I think, maybe even a squinty breeding kink (I surprised myself there), aftercare, it’s implied Ezra is your ex (you’re cool though), he has both arms, he also has a variety of weird nicknames for you I dunno, Joel just calls you baby, Joel carries you but he’s just so strong, you know? Appearances from Frankie Morales, Javier Peña and Din Djarin.

Look it’s just… look. Let me know if I should add any others, cheers!

Word count: 4.6k

AN: Interrupting my own Mandalorian-obsessed programming to share this self-indulgent, pure unadulterated filth. I don’t know what this is. It came to me as I was lost in an acute migraine haze and it just feels like it needs to be out of my head to bring me any kind of peace.

Honestly just a way to get me through the holiday sads at this point.

These are standalone characters, and I have thots for the other three PP boys mentioned at the start. So we’ll see how tortured I am by those/how this one goes and they may turn into follow-ups. Enjoy?!

He's not your first choice. He's not even your third.

But fuck, Joel wants this and you're seeing your options get shot down one after the other.

Frankie is an outright no – positive Joel is just gonna kill him the moment he lays hands on your body. Unwilling to listen to your assurances, your assertions that it wasn’t even your idea to begin with, he doesn’t relent from his refusal.

Lifting his cap to run fidgety fingers through his hair, the gorgeous pilot turns you down with regret in his dark, sweet eyes.

Javier Peña, the sex siren incarnate, also shakes his head.

‘Don't get me wrong, hermosa,’ he croons, leaning in close. ‘I'd fuck you three different ways on three different days, no question.’ He lifts a brow, pouts. ‘But not with another man present.’

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he says, ‘If I can have you all to myself, you call me.’

All breathy as he saunters away, you file that for later. Maybe once Joel has had his fill of this little venture, he'll be feeling generous to such a request.

And Din. Well, the mysterious perennial traveller is off overseas somewhere and no one knows when he'll show up next. Bust there.

So it is with a little apprehension in your chest that you text the man that, as you know all too well from your wild days at uni, is up for just about anything.

The message has barely landed on read when he calls.

‘You crave defilement as your beasty man watches, do you?’ Ezra snarls into the line. ‘Want me to do it? Raw? Want him to bear witness to the things I know I can get you to do and scream?’ His voice buzzes in your ears and makes your belly thrum.

‘That's quite the prospect.’

With some brief explanations he barely even pretends to need, a date is set and you hang up with a shaky thumb to your screen.

It’s shaking again along with the rest of you as you tug the door open on the tap-tap-tap Ezra places to the glass. His half side smile turns to a lascivious grin as he sees you, eyes tracking over you – head to toe. They flick to Joel, who stands at the base of the stairs with arms crossed and jaw locked.

‘Evenin’,’ your guest greets as you wave him inside. ‘We ready for this arrangement of ours to commence?’

In answer, Joel turns and climbs the steps. Ezra looks at you with a smirk.

‘Not a talker, is he?’

‘You know he isn’t,’ you reply.

Nothin’ to say to that so you gesture and he follows. Up the stairs and into the bedroom, where Joel has already taken his position – seated in a dining chair dragged up from the kitchen, facing the far side of the bed.

Your heart flutters at the sight. At what you’re about to do.

Ezra steps up to stand beside you, where you’ve come to a stop on the opposite edge of the double-queen.

He hisses in a breath. ‘Now, we discussed this on the phone but I am keen to confirm, with all parties here and present, that – in your words – no act, motion or gesture is strictly off the table tonight. Is that right? No glarin’ slips? In this moment, right here?’

‘There is the one rule,’ you say. ‘It’s a firm one.’

Ezra turns to you, raises his arms and skates a palm across each of your shoulders. It makes a sizzling path on your skin.

‘Now that small detail has not left my awareness, dear,’ he says, melty pools of want in his gaze. ‘Be most assured. Anything else?’

‘We have the safe word,’ you say, getting antsy.

‘Mmhm, I remember that too, don’t worry,’ he replies. ‘But,’ a nod to Joel, face serious, ‘with those taken wholly and – may I add, justly – into account. To confirm?’

Joel’s jaw ticks. He looks to you for a moment. As you nod, so does he – shifting his gaze back to the man standing next to you.

‘Excellent,’ Ezra turns and gives you a thorough leer, a Cheshire grin. Eyes seizing your insides with the intent behind them. ‘Then, I would say that the next pertinent steps are for you to remove every single stitch of clothin’ adorned to your body and get on that there bed.’

You do as you’re told, shucking off top and skirt but pausing with a little trepidation at bra and panties. Ezra has to make a little ‘go on’ motion before you shed those too and – fighting the butterflies erupting in your belly – climb across the quilt.

On hands and knees, you look up and lock eyes with Joel. He’s bent forward, elbows on his own knees spread wide, gaze intent. You feel Ezra behind and a covetous grip on your thighs tugs you closer to his side of the bed.

‘So,’ Ezra murmurs. A hand lands on the small of your back, warm and large and calloused. ‘I admit I hold a curiosity that cannot be helped. And I must ask.’

The hand raises and lands with a firm smack on an ass cheek. You gasp a little and the momentum of the slap has you leaning toward Joel, whose teeth have bared just a little. He doesn’t move. The fingers behind you dig into your flesh, urge you back toward Ezra’s edge again.

‘It is a simple curiosity,’ he goes on. ‘It is only this: why?’

Another slap and, at your pained yelp, he carries on, ‘Why allow me this? This beauty who I imagine has known only your hands for the longest time? Why let me have her now…’ His palm soothes the burn of his flagellation. He waits.

Joel gives in to the slightest shrug.

‘Guess I’m curious too,’ he drawls. ‘I’ve explored every single part of this sweet thing. In’erested to see what another man’ll do with her.’

The low whistle over your shoulder is filled with relish. You hear Ezra suck in air between clenched teeth. Holding you firm, he rocks against your exposed rear, lets you feel the erection straining against his pants.

‘Every part of her, huh?’ he queries. Without warning, a huge arm wraps across your middle and slings you up. In a heartbeat, you find yourself pressed flush to his front, the rough fabric of his shirt no barrier to the heat radiating off his torso. He holds you so tight to himself, you can feel the thud thud thud of his heart between your shoulder blades.

The movement also causes your legs to twitch and you feel it. The start of your arousal leaking between your thighs. Another look at Joel, and his intense focus has you slippery and throbbing.

You breathe deep and wait, eyes now closed and listening only to two men breathing hard as well.

Ezra’s other arm moves onto you.

‘So I am given to be assured you’ve amply taken in these pretties,’ Ez growls. Both hands cup and massage your tits, bring the nipples to a standing attention. He waits. ‘Well?’

‘What d’ya think?’ Joel spits with a small head tilt.

‘Mm,’ Ez hums, nods into your shoulder. ‘Mmhm.’

Fingers move up, up, across a collarbone and to the base of your throat.

‘And here?’ he asks. ‘Have you known her here? Gifted her the dizzying sensations of restricted breath? Held her life, both gentle and savage, amidst the pressure of your digits?’

At that, he presses his middle and index fingers into the soft skin under your jaw and you feel it, just a little. Just the beginnings of light and airy pleasure pulsing in your head. His thumb strokes by your other ear.

Joel's own hands are clenched into tight fists, resting on his knees as he has straightened up. Almost primed. Like an animal ready to pounce.

‘Have you?’ The man with his hand around your neck presses.

With eyes growing hungrier, Joel nods.

That elicits a surprised little sound from Ezra.

‘Well,’ he turns his head and addresses you. The thumb engages and pushes down, in. Now you’re feeling it. Feeling it thrum from the crown of your head through your body and down to your cunt, which is decidedly dripping. ‘This bird may have flown my nest, but you took a little something learned with you, huh?’

You can’t move, can’t speak. Might just cum. Might just fucking cum and he hasn’t even touched you yet. So you just let your eyes roll back and hope Joel can see how much you love it. The choke stays light, your possessor seemingly interested only in taunting and testing.

A tiny whine escapes your throat. Ezra lets go and you gasp a little, let your chest rise and fall as you suck in oxygen.

Look to Joel again, feel an undeniable rush as you see he’s staring at the apex of your thighs. His shoulders rising and falling too, almost in sync with you. He can see it. You know he can.

Ezra is still holding you tight as your head lolls with abandon, falls onto his shoulder.

Finally, finally, the hand that had been around your neck moves down. Down.

God yes, please…

But he only barely cups your mound, doesn’t go anywhere near where you need it.

‘And this?’ he questions unnecessarily. ‘And of course, you will have intimate carnal knowledge of this right here? Please assure me you know every single blessed millimetre of this holiest of shrines. I would be aggrieved were it not so.’

‘Yes,’ Joel rasps in a voice filled with fury and lust.

You can’t help yourself. You start to beg, ‘Pl- Please.’ Try to buck into his hand, for the contact, for just a little bit of friction to where you’re humming like a charged wire. But it backfires. He leaves your core and covers your mouth instead. Leans into your ear.

‘Ssh, my bird,’ he murmurs. ‘Ssh, do not fret. I’m going to take care of you.’

With a little shove, he lets you flop forwards, where you catch yourself on your forearms and bury your head between them, burning up.

With your ass still high, cool air only has a moment to make itself known before he’s drawn you close, presses himself against your thighs.

‘You impress me, Joel,’ he grits. ‘Joel, I have to say that you have indeed impressed me. And with now a… slight doubt in my conviction, I am keen to make the case there is a space within her you have yet to take solace.’

A large thumb lands between your shoulders and starts a path down your spine. It takes its time, feeling each vertebrae and letting you arch against the touch. Slipping over the sweat that beads on your skin. It comes to rest against the crease at the top of your ass cheeks. Oh god. He’s gonna--

‘So Joel, what of this?’ The snarl behind you is feral, frightening. ‘Have you made an expedition of—’

He doesn’t finish the sentence as his thumb swipes down and connects with your tight ring of muscle, presses firm there but doesn’t yet go further.

‘Oh fuck,’ you twist your head to look back. He’s not looking down at you but up and over your head, staring at Joel.

‘Have you?’ he snarls again, making you clench.

You can’t hear or see Joel's response, but Ezra’s reaction is a look of pure delight.

‘Mmmm,’ he groans and moves his thumb just long enough to spit there before it’s back and massaging your entrance. Hot want coils in your belly as he teases and teases. God, you should have known he would really draw it out.

‘Please.’ Another plea escapes you, hitched and breathy. ‘Please.’

‘Who are you talking to, my pet?’ he asks, pressing just a little harder and leaning himself against you. You can feel his hard cock digging into your ass again. ‘To whom do you make this entreaty?’

‘You,’ you cry out. ‘You. Please, Ezra. Please, pl—’

He drops to his knees behind you and, without preamble, lays his open mouth over your asshole. Pressing hard before setting a furious pattern of licking and sucking – turning away only to bite and nip at the flesh on either side.

The man works like he is trying to devour the universe. His tongue circles a few times before pushing inside you.

It’s unreal – a sublimity to get lost in. You let yourself sink into it. Keen and cry and buck back into him as he sets each and every nerve ending on fire.

He pushes your knees apart so you sink deeper and reach wider for him. Hands are gripping your ass to hold you open and it doesn’t seem like he’s planning to move on anytime soon, working lips and tongue and teeth across your seam and every inch he can reach.

You just can’t stand it anymore.

‘Can I touch myself?’ you gasp. ‘Can I—’

He withdraws his tongue from you with a chuckle. ‘Mmmm, what do you say?’

With a frustrated groan, ‘Please, Ezra.’

‘You do whatever it is your heart desires, sweet one,’ he grunts against you, going back to his ruminations. ‘I am quite content here.’

You’d had your face pressed into the linens of your bed, but you arch your head up to look at Joel while reaching between your thighs, stretching your shoulder to give yourself the space.

As you move, so does he. In time with desperate movement onto yourself, he leans back, undoes his belt and pulls his cock free, stroking its firm length as your fingers connect with your clit.

It’s an instant jolt of mind-numbing pleasure. The hungry bundle of nerves ready to blow. Your scream of ecstasy, echoing in the room, is responded to with a pair of deep, guttural groans. Ezra’s shoots through your body as it vibrates behind you. Joel’s rings in your ears.

The man in front of you nods, encouraging you on as you circle and work yourself. Watching his own pace, you match it and it’s not long before your mouth is locked open in an ‘O’ of bliss and you’re cumming. The wet suctioning sensation on your rear drives your orgasm along a straight and narrow rush that shoots through you so hard you’re screaming into the sheets.

As you start to be able to hear again, Joel is murmuring praises.

Huffing and heaving on the remnants of your comedown, you look up. He’s furiously fisting his cock, bent so far forward you could reach out and touch him. You don’t though, just stare with mouth-watering want, desperate to have him on your tongue and pressing down your throat.

With that thought, you rub and rub and rub. Push back, back, back on the mouth working you with a tireless appetite.

Reading your face, watching your every twitch and pulse – Joel waits for the perfect moment and-

‘Another,’ he grits out.

‘Fuh—hah!'

It comes for you with a ferocious force, taking over every muscle in your body and making you shudder with its savage intensity. Both men pause as you spasm and let a dozen tortured little ‘Ah’s escape you.

Barely able to lift your head, you twist it just enough to see the possessed demon that was once Joel – dark eyes ablaze and tendons taunt and straining on his neck.

‘Fuck her,’ he commands. Pre-cum glistens on your view of the underside of his shaft. ‘Fuck her, now.’

Ezra pulls away from you with a slick gasp.

‘Okay, Joel,’ he says – his outer calm contrasted with Joel’s madness somehow the hottest thing happening right now.

Ez stands, replacing his tongue with his thumb, which he pushes in to the first knuckle. At your pitched moan, he holds you there. Doesn’t seem at all bothered by your hand still working your clit as you feel the pressure of his cock’s head at your entrance. It slides through your folds and he uses his grip on your ass to guide you to back up onto him.

‘I’m going to fuck her now, Joel,’ he says, all hushed and lowly.

The motion of your hips moving back right as he – fierce and swift – bucks his cock hard into you punches the air from your lungs. The slap of his hips meeting your ass fills the room.

So full and stretching. The emptiness replaced by shards of excruciating pleasure. It’s too much. It’s just enough.

The space is quiet for a moment and you look round, see Ezra through your blurry, tear-stained vision. He seems paralysed, head tilted a little and mouth locked open. The only movement is the hollow of his throat dipping and peaking fast – the man’s practically hyperventilating. Sweat at his temples and eyes glassy and staring at nothing.

On your knees, split open by his cock, you wait and watch. After a moment--

‘Ez?’ you question.

His eyes clench shut, as do his teeth, and he takes several deep, dragging breaths.

‘A queen’s…’ he rasps out. ‘A queen’s cunt. That is what you have. Fucking… queen of cunt.’

And at last, he fucks you. One single draw back almost to leave you, then he’s slamming into you, making sure you feel every single thrust hit your ass and thighs. Convulsing your clit every time.

He reaches forward and grabs a fistful of your hair, using the purchase to lift your head so Joel sees your face twisted with bliss. Your tits bouncing with each smack of flesh behind you.

You can tell he’s enjoying the view, rewarding your efforts with a gaze so hot and crackling, the sight might just make you c—

The penetration in your ass leaves you and you gasp as you’re hauled up and locked against Ezra’s chest again. So that Joel has a perfect view of his cock disappearing into you. Over and over. A perfect view of your pussy being abused by him.

The man fucking you senseless grabs hold of your wrist, lifts the fingers that you’d been pleasuring yourself with and sucks on them. He moans at your taste, appreciative and reverent, like you’re a pure miracle. Pushes your hand deep so he can cram his tongue into the webbing.

‘Mm,’ he mumbles, letting your fingers go with a wet suck. He spits over your shoulder so it dribbles between your breasts. ‘But you are divine, do you know that? Does he tell you? Makes sure you know?’

All hissed into your ear as he pumps and pumps. Fucking up into you with a freakish stamina you hadn’t remembered before now but is coming back to your pleasure-buzzed mind.

‘Allowing me to take this perfect body apart, as I see fit?’ he goes on. ‘You are divine.’

It’s just a little annoying. How coherent he still is. So – tightening your belly and bearing down – you clench your cunt around him as hard as you can and are rewarded with a pained gasp.

You don’t think he intends to, but he bolts forwards and collapses the two of you onto the bed, sprawling out over you. There’s just enough time for you to grab a pillow and shove it underneath, tipping your pelvis into him. And it doesn’t slow him at all. Flat out on your stomach, he adjusts and takes the new angle inside you with glee, hips rocking into you so hard you jolt and slide back and forth.

He ruts your pussy like the deranged animal that he is. His belly presses into the small of your back where he drives himself down into you. Teeth collect a chunk of flesh by your shoulder and bite down. Fingers tangle and lock into hair to hold your head still, so that you can’t move and can only take it.

He finds your sweet spot, connecting the huge head of his cock with it over and over. He fucks you so hard that your clit is forced down onto a run of stitching in the cushion, and it rubs the tight bundle in perfect sync with the stimulation being exacted deep within you.

It’s intoxicating. A rhythm of ecstasy. A crescendo that is near unendurable. You fight it for as long as you can, wanting the sensations to last, but your body has ideas of its own.

Ezra moans.

‘She’s clenching up, Joel,’ he says with desperation. Babbling. ‘I can feel it. Joel. Can feel. I can feel her. I’m going to feel her- cum on my cock, uhhhnnn.’

It’s so intense you just moan and whine into the bed, twitching and writhing as fireworks erupt inside you.

Joel literally growls. It’s echoed by the man on top of you, who’s draining the sound right into your ear. You twist your head to see Ez. He’s looking up, face to Joel with an ecstatic rictus of an expression locked on his features as you flutter and clench around him.

‘Oh, fuh- fuck,’ Ezra, finally incoherent. ‘Fuc- cum—gonna c—’

‘Rule,’ you gasp. ‘The rule, Ez!’

In a heartbeat he withdraws from you, pushes himself up and you feel the hot ropes of his spend land on your back, your shoulders – maybe a little in your hair.

‘Fuck,’ he repeats, panting. ‘Uhhh.’

From where you’re sprawled, limp and fucked out on the mattress, two strong hands loop around your upper arms and pull.

You give a yelp of surprise as you whole bodily slide out from under Ezra, across the bed, off of it entirely, and you’re manhandled into Joel’s lap. He’s so strong and you’re so boneless, you’ve got legs either side of him and are being guided onto his cock in a matter of moments.

‘My turn,’ he rumbles, so impossibly low and wrecked.

Your spent pussy lets him slide home in one swift thrust. Hands glide across the cum spread on your back, push it back and forth for a moment before he’s holding your hips and lifting and slamming you onto himself. You grip his shoulders for dear life, the place inside you that Ezra had just been abusing roaring back to set a blaze in your entire body.

Hands falling off his shoulders with his force, you fist the front of his flannel instead as he pumps his thick shaft with you, uses you on himself.

Thinking he’s going to just go and go until he cums, he surprises you. Changing his thrust, he pulls you closer and starts to buck up his own hips into you. One arm holds you to his chest and the other reaches around.

Oh my g—

‘So you really like this, huh?’ A thick finger finds your puffy, messy hole – opened up by Ezra’s attentions – and pushes in. Joel’s eyes roll back at the resistance. ‘God, it’s so… tight,’ he drawls, huffing into your mouth.

He works the finger in and out, specifically seeming to enjoy the sensation of that initial breach. It’s different, and physically heady. You’re not long for it, and with a groan from Ez, still behind you – a muttered, ‘you see, Joel? Do you see?’ – you’re screaming loud again as you anoint Joel’s cock with your climax.

And now he’s getting close.

‘Whose cock do you want?’ he demands, not relenting his pace for a single moment.

‘Yours,’ you say.

‘Who else’s?’

‘His,’ you whine, tilting a bliss-filled head back over your shoulder.

‘Mmhm, good girl,’ he affirms. ‘Whose pussy is this though? Who is the only one who gets to cum in this pussy.’

The finger slips out as he grips you hard for purchase, driving himself to his release.

‘Who? Tell me.’

‘You!’ you cry. ‘Joel, you. The rule is– hah- uh- Only you can. Only y– Joel.’

With the tiniest bit of muscle control left in your body, you grind your hips deep into him. The sweat and release coating both your skin lets you slide and push. So that when he meets his cliff’s edge and falls over it, the head of his cock is firm against your cervix and his cum soaks your walls. Both strong arms lock around your back and his face is buried in your neck, mouthing and devouring as he groans and groans.

It settles into grunts and gasps as his high rides itself out.

With weak, sloppy movements, you grasp either side of his head and bring it up to yours so you can kiss him, slide your lips and tongue and teeth together for a moment while he comes back to himself. As you part, you’re greeted with the most beatific smile.

Ezra appears by your side, pants zipped up but a fresh erection clearly tightening them again. You take this in then tip your head back to him with a hazy smile.

‘Thanks, Ez,’ you slur.

‘My unequivocal pleasure, dove,’ he says, lifting the thumb that had not been buried inside you and swiping it over your lower lip. ‘Know that I’d ask to kiss you right now, but well…’ A lopsided grin and a lick at his own lips.

‘Yeah, nah,’ you say, mumbling whatever nonsense slips into your mind. ‘Next time, maybe.’

‘Mm,’ he groans. He looks at Joel as you flop forwards into that broad chest and feel arms tighten round you again. ‘Indeed. If you do feel your compersion arise again and wish to seek out my participation once more, I will respond with an enthusiasm most prompt.’

‘Thanks,’ Joel murmurs. ‘Can ya let yer’self out? Got some lookin’ after t’do.’

His attentiveness has you feeling all warm as you listen to Ezra’s footsteps move out of the room, down the stairs, and the front door open and close.

Joel sifts fingers through your hair. Nuzzles your ear. ‘Did so well fer me, baby,’ he whispers. ‘So well. Looked s’fuckin’ good.’

All you manage is an affirmative ‘mmmmm’.

‘You want a shower?’ he asks. ‘Can ya stand?’

You nod to the first question and shake your head to the second, tucked into his neck. He sighs with content and braces your legs against his sides, stands up with you firmly locked in his embrace. Carries you to the bathroom where he only sets you down, cock slipping out, when you can lean against the cool tiles. Stumbling a little, you use the toilet as he gets the water up to temp and undresses.

In the warm cocoon of steam, he cleans you from head to toe, washing away Ezra’s spit on your chest and cum on your back. The sweat and the tears. The mess on your thighs. Hands soothe across bite marks and finger grazes. Each one he checks, ‘this okay?’, ‘this one?’, ‘okay, baby?’. You nod and hum and get lost in this unique feeling.

After, he guides you back to the bed where he’d watched another man take you to pieces, settles you under the covers.

‘Hungry?’ he asks. ‘Thirsty?’

‘Thirsty,’ you mumble. ‘And tired.’

‘Okay, one sec.’ His warmth and shadow vanish for a little bit, and you’re fighting sleep as he returns with two glasses of water. Makes you drink the first and sets the second by your bedside before climbing in and cradling you against his chest – by which point you are dead to the world.

Uh, so yeah. Go about your day…

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genetics4life · 9 months ago

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If your actions contributed to the mass exodus of Pedro boy writers in the past 48 hours: I hope your botox migrates, you wake up with a sore neck every morning for the next 10 years, and you get audited on your taxes.

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aurorawritestoescape · 2 years ago

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Welcome to my Masterlist, lovely! I hope you’ll enjoy my work<3

Series / Collections

BAD BLOOD - step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Summary: you want your stepdad and your step uncle offers to help

KISS KISS BANG BANG - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (bank robbers AU)

Summary: Joel and you live a life full of risk, thrill and danger. Every day can be your last, so you savour every kiss and enjoy each other to the fullest. Can you survive this journey to your dreams?

PERFECT STRANGERS - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: What would you do if you met a perfect stranger? Someone who understands what you've hidden deep inside your soul. The attraction is instant. It's perfect. What if you don't want to be strangers anymore?

HEATWAVE collection - Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: They are horny. They are filthy. They are in love.

It’s a collection of one-shots following the same couple. Every story can be read alone.

A STEP INTO HELL - Stepdad!Joel x f!reader

Summary: after you move into his house, Joel finds himself possessed by the idea of having you. Trying to quench his lustful thirst he decides to get his hands on your nudes. To his surprise he finds something even better.

A collection of smutty stories.

One Shots

✨ Be my guest Joel x hotel housekeeper f!reader smut, fluff

Hot shower -pre-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader pwp

Strawberries and cream- no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader DDLG

Sweet remedy - no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader DDLG

A Villain’s Monologue - serial killer!Joel Miller x f!reader dark fic

The Helping Hand - post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader somno

Keep On Your Mean Side - post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (written with @milla-frenchy) dark fic

Birthday Surprise - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller mfm

Jacket -no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader fluff

The Burglary - burglar!Joel Miller x f!reader x burglar!Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dddne, non-con

Flasher - flasher!Joel Miller x f!reader exhibitionism

Flower - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader dead dove, dark fic

Bad Girl - Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dubcon

Morning Bliss - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader smut, fluff

Cockwarming Joel - blurb

Feed Me - Joel x f!reader pwp

His - dark!Joel x f!reader x dark!Tommy x m!OCs DDDNE NON CON

Always and Forever - post outbreak Joel x f!reader angst

Ribbon - Joel x f!reader pwp

Good Girl - Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

American Beauty -best friend’s dad Joel x f!reader part 2 Please, Sir

Take Me smut, angst

Swallow blurb, smut

Joel Miller x f!reader x Dave York mfm

Pt 1 Table for three Pt 2 Who’s your daddy? drabble Get a Taste

I know better than to call you mine fluff, smut

Heatwave pwp

Sweet Cherry virginity loss

In His Arms QZ Joel

Hot for You - drabble

Fill Me Up

Going Down - Joel x reader, Frankie Morales x reader

Wallet Photo - dbf Joel

The Other Brother - twin AU Johnny Miller x reader, Joel x reader

MEOW! - pwp

A Step Into Hell - stepdad!Joel

Craving You - Halloween writing challenge fic

His Star - smut, angst

Joel drabble - degradation, sub/dom

✨The Funeral - Joel fucks you at a funeral / drabble

✨ Your Boys - you’re about to spend the night with the Miller brothers feat Tommy Miller

✨Harder Than You Think - Boss!Joel x f!reader- written with @milla-frenchy Non con, dead dove

✨Borrowed Time - Joel and you are enjoying an ideal vacation together. Smut, angst, fluff

✨ Joel’s twin x you - pwp, drabble

✨ Naughty Thoughts - Professor Joel

✨ Perfect - daddy! Joel comforts you while you’re on your period.

The Party - dark!Lucien De Leon x f!reader non con

The Beast Within- dark!Ezra x f!reader dark fic

One Shots

The Visit semi-public

Surveillance voyeurism

Drabble based on a gif

Shaving Javi drabble

Steam

✨ Make them kiss you’re riding Javi’s boot smut

Series

The Hounds of Hell - Javi x f!reader x Steve written with @milla-frenchy

Summary: you meet two DEA agents in a bar. You drink too much and they offer to take you home.

Stolen Lunch drabble Dave steals your lunch

Watching You voyeurism

After Watching you - drabble

Flat line - dark!Dave dark, noncon

Table for three - Dave x reader x Joel mfm

The Devil in Me - devil!Dieter Bravo x actress! reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

Perfect Match Dieter x you x Marcus Pike lactation kink

Other Pedro characters

Hold my hand - Clint x f!reader smut fluff angst

Addicted - Max Phillips x f!reader smut, angst

Destinies Intertwined - General Marcus Acacius x f!reader x Lucilla mff

The Hoodie - blurb

Going Down - Frankie x f!reader, Joel x f!reader

The Photo - you find Frankie’s photo / 580 words

Non Pedro characters

Sunset - boyfriend Billy (Skeleton Twins) x f!reader Boyd Holbrook character, smut

AO3 /not all fics are there

Joel Miller pencil drawing

Javier Peña pencil drawing

I saved her the last of us 2 edit

If I ever were to lose you Joel and Ellie tlou 2

Joel takes you out to dinner - moodboard

Reed Richards edit lockscreen

Lucien de Leon edit lockscreen

Pedro Pascal lockscreens 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Kyle Gallner The Demon lockscreen

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tateypots · 29 days ago

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WIP Wednesday

Check me out actually getting round to this on a Wednesday!!

Thanks to @604to647 and @evolnoomym for tags this week and for everyone who tagged me last week as well (sorry I didn't get round to posting anything).

So I am still plugging away at all my WIPs but 3 in particular have been getting a little more attention this week.

Firstly - Cult Stepdad Ezra because he is rotting my brain and the only way to stop it is to get it all written down.

"Did he - did he deflower you Birdie? Did you let him taint you?" "No Daddy!" you shrieked, throwing yourself onto your knees at his feet and throwing your arms around his legs, burying your face in his thick thigh and sobbing uncontrollably. "I -I swear Daddy, he d-didn't touch me, he wanted to kiss me and I wouldn't let him, I promise Daddy, I promise." "Your promises don't stand for much right now Birdie, your lies have ripped my heart right from my chest and torn my trust asunder." You wailed into his thigh, clutching him tighter. "I'm sorry Daddy, please believe me, I'm so, so sorry." He heaved a dramatic sigh, finally relenting and gently stroking your hair with his huge hand. He felt you loosen at the contact, the tension seeming to seep out of you at his touch. "Ok Birdie, ok. I know that you're sorry," he tipped your head back with his hand until you were looking up at him, tear stained face all red and blotchy. Beautiful. "But you're gona have to earn back Daddy's trust."

Second is Part 5 of To Keep You Safe. Not going to lie, this one I am finding quite daunting. I've never written any big action sequences before so it is very new for me and I love this story so much so I want to do it justice.

You’d waited in your position on the second floor of the abandoned building at the bottom of the street. You at one window, Tommy at the other. Ruth camped out on the landing by the top of the stairs, the only route up to the three of you. You’d waited with baited breath as you’d watched smoke begin to curl out of one of the buildings on the right hand side of the road. It was Joel’s party who had set the fire. He was down there, far too close to the danger for your liking. The thought of it set your heartrate spiking. If anything happened to him you’d never recover. You needed him like you needed air. Soon enough shouts filtered out from one of the buildings on the left. “FIRE, FIRE, FIRE.”

And finally part 9 of Collared. It's mainly just filth! Overall tw for the series of non-con, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome and manipulation. Please heed the warnings before reading.

Joel kept a watchful eye on your training over the next few days. Watched as you learned to take Tommy's cock further and further down your throat. You were such a good girl, listening to his instructions and never complaining. And Tommy was displaying more patience than Joel had ever thought possible. He'd expected by now that his brothers resolve would have broken and he'd have rammed himself in to the hilt and fucked your face whether you were ready to take him or not. But he'd seen the shift in the both of you ever since Tommy gave you that damn book. You still preferred his touch, of that Joel was certain, never giving yourself over to Tommy the way you did to him. But outside of the sexual you had become much freer with Tommy, conversation flowing easily, your giggles filling the cabin as he teased you. And Tommy lapped it up, always eager for your attention. Joel hated it. You were his.

npt for @magpiepills @baronessvonglitter @pedrosyouknowwhat @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal @toxicanonymity @pedge-page @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy

#wip wednesday #joel miller #tommy miller #joel miller x reader #smut #ezra prospect #collared fic #to keep you safe fic #pedro pascal

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Chapter 4: The Cost

Word count: 4K

Chapter Summary: Fallon finds a possible permanent camp, Things start to fall apart at camp when Joel makes some questionable choices. Fallon makes a choice.

Note: HOPE YALL LIKE THIS ONE! I WILL BE UPDATING REGULARLY SINCE ITS SPRING BREAK ❤️ ENJOY! Sorry this one’s sorta long 😆🫢 MASTERLIST: https://www.tumblr.com/ghostthathaunts/778108406676455424/the-way-we-were-masterlist

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a cold, clinging mist that blurred the edges of the forest. Fallon moved like a ghost, her footsteps silent on the mossy ground.

She’d left the camp under the cloak of night, the image of Joel’s tent, the sounds within, burned into her mind. Each breath was a sharp reminder of the betrayal, the raw, animalistic noises echoing in the stillness. The weight of her pack, the cold metal of her knife, were the only realities she clung to.

Her pack was heavy, the weight of her supplies a cold comfort against the emptiness inside her. The forest was a suffocating, damp embrace, a labyrinth of decaying leaves and gnarled branches. Fallon moved through it like a ghost, each footfall muffled by the soft earth, a silent testament to her desperate need to escape.

The aftertaste of Joel’s words, each syllable a barbed hook, still tore at her, a constant, bitter reminder of her vulnerability. She had slipped away hours ago, needing to escape the suffocating tension, the raw, ugly aftermath of their encounter.

The sky was a bruised purple, the last vestiges of twilight bleeding into the oppressive, starless night, mirroring the bruises blooming on her soul.She pushed deeper into the woods, the familiar trails giving way to untamed undergrowth.

After hours of walking, she stumbled upon a cluster of cabins, nestled in a secluded clearing. They looked deserted, weathered but structurally sound. A sense of cautious optimism flickered within her. She entered the first cabin, its interior dusty but surprisingly intact. A fireplace, a sturdy table, and a few scattered supplies hinted at a life once lived.

This was better than their current camp, more defensible, more comfortable. She checked the other cabins, finding similar conditions. This was a find, a potential sanctuary. She meticulously noted the location, sketching a rough map on a scrap of paper, planning to bring it to Brutal.

Back at camp

the tension was a palpable thing, a thick, suffocating blanket. Brutal paced back and forth, his face a mask of frustration. “Where in the hell is she?” he growled, his voice rough. “She should have been back hours ago. We have a schedule, damn it. We have patrols, scouting—she knows the drill.”

Joel stood by the fire, the flames reflecting in his dark eyes. He held a half-empty bottle of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling as he shifted his weight. "She's not a child, Brutal. She can handle herself."

"Handle herself? In this wasteland?" Brutal sneered, his gaze hard. "We've lost people to less. A stray clicker, a raider patrol, hell, even a goddamn fall can be a death sentence out here. You know that."

"She's resourceful." Joel took a long swig of whiskey, his eyes narrowing. "She's been out there longer than most of us."

"That doesn't mean she's invincible," Brutal retorted, his voice rising. "She's part of this group, Joel. We have a responsibility to each other. Or have you forgotten that?"

Joel's jaw tightened. "I haven't forgotten anything."

"Then act like it!" Brutal roared, his face flushed with anger. "You two… you've been close. Or so it seemed. What, you don't care that she's missing?"

Joel's hand tightened around the bottle, the glass creaking under the pressure. "Don't presume to know what I care about." His voice was low, a dangerous growl.

“Then show me!" Brutal slammed a fist against a nearby tree, the impact sending a shower of dead leaves falling to the ground.

"Show me you give a damn. We need to send out a search party."

"No." Joel's voice was sharp, decisive. "We're not wasting resources on a wild goose chase. She'll be back."

"And if she's not?" Brutal challenged, his eyes blazing. "What then, Joel? You just shrug and move on? Like it never happened?"

"She made her choice to leave," Joel said, his voice hard. "She knew the risks."

Bullshit," Brutal spat. "You two had a falling out, didn't you? Something happened between you. And now she's gone. You're too damn stubborn to admit you're wrong, even when someone's life is on the line!"

Joel’s patience snapped. He surged forward, grabbing Brutal by the collar, pulling him close. "You want to talk about stubborn? You want to talk about presumptions? You don’t know a damn thing about what happened between us. So keep your mouth shut."

Brutal shoved him back, his eyes filled with rage. "You're a cold bastard, Joel. Always have been. But this… this is a new low, even for you."

The scene at the fire pit had shifted. Tess now stood near Joel, her expression a mix of concern and confusion. "What was that about?" she asked, her voice low, but firm. "You and Brutal… it sounded bad."

Joel remained silent, his gaze fixed on the dying embers of the fire.

"He said something about Fallon," Tess continued, her voice laced with a hint of worry. "He said you two were… involved. He’s worried since she hasn’t come back. What do you feel for her, Joel?"

Joel’s jaw tightened. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white. He was struggling with his own conflicting feelings. He had wanted Fallon, he had taken her, and he had pushed her away. He was angry at himself, and angry at her for making him feel anything at all. He felt a dark pit in his stomach, a feeling he did not recognize.

"I want her," he said, the words raw and unexpected, even to himself. "I want… her fire. The way she looks at me. Like she sees something... more." He trailed off, a flicker of something close to shame crossing his face.

Tess's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and something else, something akin to understanding, crossing her features. "Want her?" she repeated, her voice laced with disbelief. "Joel, what are you talking about? You treat her like… like she's nothing."

"That's the problem," Joel growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I try to, but… I can't." He turned away, his gaze fixed on the dying embers of the fire. "She gets under my skin. Makes me feel things I ain't felt in a long time. Things I don't want to feel."

"So you push her away?" Tess asked, her voice soft, but laced with a hint of accusation. "That's your answer? To hurt her?"

"It's the only answer I got," Joel said, his voice rough. "This ain't a goddamn fairy tale, Tess. We live in a world where feelings get you killed. I can't afford to… care."

"But you do," Tess countered, her voice firm. "You care about her. You're just too scared to admit it."

Joel's temper flared. "It's none of your damn business," he finally growled, his voice rough, turning away. "She's gone. That's all there is to it."

"But why did she leave?" Tess pressed, her eyes searching his. "Did you say something to her?"

Joel's temper flared. "She made her own choices!" he snapped, his voice rising. "She left because she wanted to! Because she couldn’t handle the truth! Because she’s weak!"

He lunged forward, grabbing Tess by the throat, his fingers tightening around her windpipe, cutting off her breath. He pulled her close and kissed her, hard and desperate, a brutal, demanding kiss that left her gasping, her lips bruised and swollen.

It wasn't tenderness; it was a raw, angry expression of his inner turmoil, a desperate attempt to assert control, to prove something to himself, to fill the void that gnawed at his soul. Tess, at first, fell into the kiss, her body responding to the familiar heat, before she pulled away, her eyes wide with a sudden realization.

"What the hell, Joel?" she hissed, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger, her eyes filled with confusion and betrayal. "What was that?"

He stared at her, his expression a chaotic mix of anger, frustration, and something else, something Fallon couldn't quite decipher, a flicker of vulnerability that quickly vanished behind a wall of cold indifference. "Nothing," he muttered, turning away, his shoulders slumped, his gaze fixed on the dying embers of the fire. "Just… nothing."

Tess stormed off, her footsteps heavy in the dirt, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind reeling from the unexpected assault. Joel stood there, his shoulders slumped, his gaze fixed on the dying embers of the fire, his expression a mask of cold indifference, his inner turmoil hidden beneath a veneer of hardened stoicism.

Tess confronted Joel again later in the evening, her voice trembling with anger and confusion. "What the hell was that about, Joel?" she asked, her eyes searching his. "You grab my throat, then kiss me like that? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Joel’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something dangerous flashing within them. “What’s it to you?” he growled, reaching out and again grabbing her throat. His fingers tightened, a silent threat, before he pulled her to him, his lips crashing against hers. He nipped at her lower lip, a sharp, painful sting, before he pulled away, leaving a smear of blood on her mouth. “You want answers?” he hissed, his breath hot against her skin. “Fine. Here’s your answer.”

He then released her throat, sliding his hands down to her waist, lifting her up so her legs wrapped around his. He continued to kiss her, deep and demanding, as he carried her towards his tent, the canvas flap swaying ominously in the night breeze.

When Fallon made it back to camp it was already dark. As she walked past Joel’s tent, she noticed that flap of Joel's tent was open, revealing a scene that made Fallon's breath catch in her throat. Joel and Tess. Their bodies moved together with a desperate, frantic rhythm, the sounds of their coupling echoing in the still night air.

Joel's movements were hard and relentless, driving into Tess with a force that made the cot creak. Tess’s hands gripped the worn fabric, her body arching beneath him, a mixture of surprise and a raw, almost desperate arousal in her strained expression.

Joel’s eyes were dark, fixed on some distant point, his face a mask of grim determination. There was a raw, almost brutal energy to his movements, a sense of control that bordered on dominance.

As he moved, he whispered into Tess’s ear, his voice low and rough, just loud enough for Fallon to hear. "Just… like this," he murmured, the words a low growl against the sounds of their coupling.

Joel's eyes flickered, catching Fallon's gaze. A flicker of recognition, then a cold, almost mocking smirk twisted his lips. He leaned down, giving Tess a hard, possessive kiss, his lips bruising hers.

Tess moaned, her body tensing, and whispered his name, "Joel," her fingers digging into the cot. "Joel… just… hold still," she breathed, a mix of desire and a strange, almost pleading tone. He then continued, his gaze flicking back to Fallon's, a silent, charged moment.

As he continued, he whispered again, "You’re… you’re here, aren't you?"

Tess shook beneath him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yeah… I’m here," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. Her hands reached out, grasping at any part of him, at the rough fabric of the cot. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice laced with a desperate urgency.

Joel sucked at her neck, leaving a dark bruise, then kissed her hungrily, his lips bruising hers. Tess moaned his name again, her body trembling, and Joel's lips curled into a faint, predatory smirk. He whispered more words, his voice low and rough, making her moan and grab him, her body writhing beneath him.

Tess, driven by a desperate need for connection, initiated a hard, hungry kiss, her lips pressing against his with a raw intensity. Joel responded in kind, his movements becoming more forceful.

"Easy, Tess," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're getting ahead of yourself."

Tess moaned in response, "I can’t… I can’t help it," her thighs shaking against his hips. "Just… please," she begged, her voice strained and desperate.

Joel didn’t ease up, he made her beg, his voice rough and demanding. Tess scratched at his back, her nails digging into his skin, and begged him with moans and broken words, her voice clear for Fallon to hear.

"Joel… just… just… more," she pleaded, her voice a mix of desire and a strange, almost desperate need. Joel captured her lips in an intense, bruising kiss, Tess clinging to him.

He whispered more words, making sure Fallon heard every syllable. "You're mine," he stated, a flat, emotionless declaration. Tess begged Joel with moans and more words, the words clear for Fallon to hear.

"Yeah… yeah," she admitted, her voice thick with emotion. "Just… don’t… don’t," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Joel grabbed Tess’ throat lightly, which made her moan and grab at him, moaning his name. "Joel…" she gasped.

"Don't beg, " he growled, his voice laced with disdain. "It’s pathetic. Begging gets you nothing. Just… be still. "

Tess was a mess of moans and gaspy breaths, which Joel swallowed with a kiss. Joel looked back at Fallon, and smirked, his moans and grunts audible.

The sounds spurred Tess on, making her cry and moan his name. "Oh god… Joel…" Tess grabbed at Joel harshly, leaving marks on his arms and back.

Joel pinned her arms to the cot. "Stay," he commanded, his voice laced with annoyance. "Stay right there. You're not going anywhere. Deal with it," Joel replied, his voice cold. "You're strong, you can handle it. “ Tess tightened her legs around his waist, her thighs shaking.

"Please… just… please," she breathed, her voice trembling.

"Quiet," Joel snapped. "You’re making too much noise," he whispered, his voice rough. "Do you want everyone to hear?" Joel kept going, his movements relentless.

Tess moaned, cried and shook, arching her chest into Joel’s. "It’s… it’s," she whispered, her voice a mix of pleasure and a hint of panic.

"Don't," Joel replied, his voice cold. "Just… take it. Stop your whining." Joel kept going even though Tess was a moaning mess. He flipped Tess onto her stomach, continuing his rhythm.

Tess reached behind her and grasped at Joel’s hair. "Don’t," she breathed, her grip tight. "Please, Joel… please," she begged, her voice thick with unshed tears.

"Beg," he growled into her ear. Joel bit and sucked on her shoulder.

"Joel…" she moaned, her body writhing.

"Tell me," he growled. "Tell me now."

"Joel…," she gasped, her voice thick with tears.

"Tell me what you need," he ordered. He turned Tess’ face to the side and roughly kissed her.

Tess moaned through the kiss, her body shaking. "I need you…," she whispered against his lips, her voice desperate.

"Then have it. Take what you want." Joel whispered the words, making her cry out. "Cry for me," he whispered.

He pulled Tess’ hair, making her moan and beg. "Please…" she whispered.

"Just like that," Joel murmured, a hint of dark satisfaction in his voice. "Just like that." Joel let out a rough laugh and continued his ministrations. He moved his hands to Tess’ hips, and went faster and more precise.

Tess cried out his name, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. "Joel! Oh god!" Joel leaned over her and wrapped his hand around Tess’ neck from underneath her, pinning her to him. Tess moaned and shook, begging Joel to give her release. "Please… now," she gasped.

"Not yet," he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "Not yet. Not until I say so. You'll wait." Joel leaned down and licked her tears from her face, his gaze unwavering, and then refused her pleas, continuing his relentless rhythm. He moved her hair from her face, exposing the remaining tears, and roughly bit at her earlobe, making her body tremor violently and she begged him with sobbed moans.

"Joel… please… anything," she cried, her voice breaking.

"Anything?" He asked, his voice low. "Anything at all? You'd do anything I asked?" Joel flipped Tess back onto her back, pinning her hands above her head.

Tess instantly wrapped her thighs around his waist, crossing her feet behind his back, her toes curling tightly, and his movements became relentless. Joel tucked his head into Tess’ neck, biting and sucking at it, causing Tess to squirm and let out begging moans.

"This," he whispered roughly. "This is it. This is all you get. Remember that." Joel harshly kissed Tess while she moaned his name and pleas were muffled against his mouth. "Say my name," he commanded against her lips.

Joel still refused and continued his movements. Tess cried and moaned Joel’s name and tucked her head into his shoulder as best she could, biting lightly to quiet her moans. Joel moved one of his hands from hers, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back into the cot.

Joel nipped and sucked at her lips, lightly biting at them while his hips kept moving. Tess let out a moaned whine, and Joel shushed her, "Shhh Tess, you’re gonna take it," he whispered, continuing his relentless rhythm. "You’re going to take every bit of this."

Joel looked into Tess’ eyes and saw that they were rolling back from his ministrations. Seeing that spurred Joel on as he quickened his hips into Tess. Tess got her hand free from Joel’s, and scratched roughly down his back, causing a rough moan to escape his lips.

Joel gave Tess a deep rough kiss with tongue and teeth, enjoying her little moans. "Good girl," he mumbled against her mouth. Moving his mouth from hers, he bit and sucked at her neck, finally granting her release, silencing her pleas with a hungry kiss. Joel turned his head to look directly at Fallon, and he smirked.

Fallon stood frozen, a wave of nausea washing over her. The betrayal was a physical blow, a searing pain that ripped through her. She felt exposed, vulnerable, humiliated. The words echoed in her mind, each syllable a fresh wound. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to make him pay for the hurt he inflicted. But she couldn't move, couldn't speak. She just stood there, her eyes locked on his, her heart shattering into a million pieces.

She turned and fled, rushing to her tent, the canvas walls offering no solace, no protection from the raw, burning pain that tore at her insides. Inside, she erupted, a primal scream trapped in her throat. She tore through her meager belongings, throwing supplies, kicking over her pack, the violence a desperate attempt to purge the raw, burning anger within her.

Joel watched as Fallon stormed off, a flicker of something similar to regret crossing his features. He felt a pang of guilt, a sense of unease, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Later, Joel emerged from his tent, his expression a mask of cold indifference. He gave Tess a quick, dismissive kiss, and sent her on her way. Fallon, her eyes blazing with a raw, untamed fury, confronted him.

"You think this is funny?" she spat, her voice trembling with rage, her eyes burning with a raw, untamed anger. "You think you can just… use me like that?"

"Use you?" he chuckled, a dark, humorless sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're the one who came willingly into my bed."

"I thought… I thought…" she stammered, her words failing her, her voice choked with emotion. "I thought there was something… more."

"More?" he sneered, his eyes flashing with contempt, his expression a mask of cold, calculated indifference. "There's nothing more, Fallon. You're a means to an end. Just like everyone else."

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out, his fingers wrapping around her throat, his grip tightening, then lessening slightly, a silent question. He pulled her close, his lips crashing down on hers, a brutal, punishing kiss. It wasn't tender, it was desperate, angry, a raw expression of the turmoil within him. He kissed her deeply, his lips bruising hers, his teeth nipping at her lower lip, drawing a small gasp from her.

Fallon, despite the anger and hurt, found herself responding, her hands instinctively grasping the arm that held her throat, clinging to it as if it were a lifeline. She wanted to savor the moment, to hold onto this fleeting connection, even if it was born of violence..

The kiss went on, long and intense, a desperate attempt to bridge the chasm between them. For a brief moment, the anger, the pain, the confusion, all faded into the background, replaced by a raw, primal connection.

He lifted her, carrying her into her tent, his lips never leaving hers. He sat on her cot, pulling her onto his lap, the kiss deepening, becoming more frantic. Fallon kissed him back with equal fervor, her fingers digging into his back, her body molding against his. He began to bite, nip, and suck at her neck and throat, leaving a trail of burning sensations.

She arched her neck, giving him more access, her grip on his arm tightening, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She held onto him as if he were the only solid thing in a world gone mad, a desperate attempt to anchor herself to something, anything. His hand moved from her throat, down to cup her jaw, then moved lower, trailing down her neck, feeling the rapid pulse of her heartbeat. He moved her mouth to his, the kiss becoming more urgent, more demanding. He shifted on the cot, pulling her closer, her legs straddling his. His hands roamed over her body, feeling the curves and contours, the heat radiating from her skin. She felt his own heat against her, the hard press of his body, the raw, animalistic energy that was coming from him

A soft moan escaped her lips, a sound she immediately regretted, a sign of weakness in the face of his brutal dominance. She tried to pull away, to regain some semblance of control, but his grip tightened, his lips pressing harder against hers, silencing her protest. The kiss became a battle, a desperate struggle for dominance, a raw, primal expression of their conflicting emotions.

She found herself caught between anger and desire, between revulsion and a desperate need for connection. His tongue slid into her mouth, exploring, invading, claiming her, and she found herself responding, her own tongue meeting his, a silent acknowledgment of the raw, undeniable pull between them.

The image of him with Tess flashed through her mind, a cruel reminder of his betrayal. The anger, simmering beneath the surface, boiled over. She shoved him away, her eyes blazing with a raw, untamed fury.

"Get out!" she screamed, her voice raw with emotion.

"What's your problem?" he growled, his eyes flashing with anger.

"You really have to ask?" she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I saw you, Joel. I saw you with her."

"So what?" he sneered, his expression a mask of cold indifference. "You think you're the only one I'm gonna be with?"

"I thought… I thought…" she stammered, her words failing her, her voice choked with emotion. "I thought there was something between us."

"There's nothing between us," he said, his voice cold and hard, each word a final, irrevocable judgment. "You're just another body, Fallon. Just like all the others."

His words were a knife twisting in her heart, a final, devastating blow.

He stood up, his eyes burning with a cold, cruel intensity. "Don't flatter yourself," he said, his voice laced with venom. "You ain't special." He then turned and left, leaving her alone in the darkness, her heart shattered into a million pieces.

The night settled over the camp, a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the crackling of the fire and the rustling of the leaves. Fallon lay in her tent, the canvas walls offering no protection from the cold, the darkness, the crushing weight of betrayal.

She curled into a tight ball, her body trembling, her mind reeling from the emotional onslaught. Tears streamed down her face, hot and stinging, a release for the pent-up anger and pain. She felt hollow, empty, stripped bare. His words echoed in her mind, a constant, mocking reminder of her vulnerability.

She stared up at the canvas ceiling, her eyes wide and unseeing, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She replayed the kiss, the feel of his lips on hers, the raw, animalistic energy that had pulsed between them. She remembered the way he had looked at her, the brief flicker of something that might have been tenderness, quickly extinguished by a mask of cold indifference.

She felt a surge of hatred, a burning desire for revenge, a need to make him feel the same pain he had inflicted on her.

But beneath the anger, beneath the hatred, there was a flicker of something else, something she didn’t want to acknowledge, something she tried to bury deep within her. It was a fragile ember of hope, a desperate longing for connection, a yearning for something more than the brutal, unforgiving reality of their world.

She wanted to believe that there was something real between them, something beyond the raw, physical connection. She wanted to believe that he cared, that he felt something for her, even if he refused to admit it.

She knew it was foolish, a dangerous delusion in a world where feelings were a liability, where vulnerability was a death sentence. But she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t extinguish the fragile spark of hope that flickered within her, a desperate plea for something more than the hollow echo of her shattered expectations.

She wiped her tears, her movements mechanical, her expression blank. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. She wouldn’t let him see her weakness. She would survive. She would endure. She would find a way to make him pay.

She packed her things, silently, methodically, her movements driven by a cold, calculated determination. When the first hint of dawn touched the horizon, she slipped away, a ghost in the shadows, leaving the camp, Joel, and the hollow echo of her shattered expectations behind. The forest swallowed her whole, a silent accomplice in her escape.

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