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rottenblur · 1 year ago

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study break|part three|J.MILLER|

Summary:When Sarah suggested you and the Millers should go to brunch together, it seemed like a good idea, a fun one. Then one of the miller brothers decides to get his dessert early, upsetting the other. Someone’s gotta pay for that, it just happens, poor you is burdened of the payment.

WARNINGS: Dirty talking (tommy and joel) angry joel, choking, slapping, degrading names, public touching. Dark!joel DARK JOEL. He’s mean in this yall my apologies im not sorry. Pining tommy. Over panties touching.drunk joel texting you apologizing (pathetic) POSSESSIVE JOEL

“Are you really that much of a dumb fucking slut? It’s me or fucking no one.”

It was Sarah’s idea, going out for brunch, the four of you. “If you’re gonna be staying here for two weeks, may as well get comfortable with my family!” She said that with the most genuine smile.

It filled you with a little bit of guilt, for the things you had done with her dear father the night before, guilty for the way her uncle craves you.

Even though she wouldn’t realize what was going on, even if it was right in her. Sarah only thought the best of people especially her father, so of course she wouldn’t think the miller brothers would be drooling over you.

All of you cram into joel’s navy pickup truck, it was big and clearly one of his most prized possessions. Still has that “New car” scent. “I swear he would fuck his truck if he could, spends fifty bucks every week getting it washed at some fancy place, its so anal.”

Sarah says after she heard your gasp after jumping into it.

You pull your seatbelt over your chest, clicking it into place. The warm black leather sticking to your bare legs. You decided to dress up for lunch, throwing on the only dress you packed a.k.a the only one you owned.

Sarah is talking your ear off about boys, shopping and what colour she should get her nails done next.

You hear the sound of the door slam, Joel strolls out of the house, dressed in his nicest flannel, buttoned up. A patch of the grey t-shirt he was wearing underneath, exposed. The way he had his sleeved rolled up mid arm had you drooling.

“He wears that god damn shirt to every fancy event, I swear he doesn’t have any formal clothes.” She says pointing to his washed out jeans as he approaches the car, you laugh, but really you couldn’t take your eyes off, how good those jeans shaped his ass.

He opens the car door, Tommy yells out from the door way, with one shoe being pulled on “Joel slow the fuck down, i’m coming with y’all.”

Joel scrunches his face up, shaking his head. “Fine, you’re paying for yourself.” Sarah looks at you with a confused look, you guess Tommy never comes to restaurants with them. Maybe he was coming for you?

He gets into the truck, starts the engine letting out a sigh. You look at the back of his head, he adjusts the rear mirror right on you, your eyes catching his.

You clear your throat and go back to listening to Sarah until Tommy gets into the car, with a stupid fucking smile.

“Everyone sleep okay?” He asked as if he wasn’t dead fucking asleep, while joel was in your room making you believe in heaven.

Joel lets out a small laugh, you both were thinking the same thing. Sarah replies to him and starts talking about her night.

“Can you believe he wouldn’t go through a drive thru for me? Who denies a drunk person fast food?” She says like its the worst thing ever.

“Who almost throws up in someone’s car because they couldn’t handle their liquor? Wanna answer that hun?” Oh hes sassy. Sarah was sending you videos all night, yet you only looked at them this morning due you being…slightly busy when she sent them.

It’s a long drive of you and joel stealing glances, looking away awkwardly when even the sight of him is bringing back memories of last night.

Finally, Joel pulls into the parking lot. You look around, it’s a decently nice place, one of those “insta worthy” places were girls take pictures of their food, it was overpriced for a reason it’s “aesthetic”.

Sarah loves it. Sarah was one of those girls that posted on her instagram every day, anything and everything.

She posted Joel a good few times before you came, not realizing he was her father.

More like one of those hot teachers in high school, that you beg to take a picture with on the last day of school.

He was good looking, he didn’t look his age at all. Never would you guess her dad would be THAT attractive.

He hops out, letting out a deep sigh and clearing his throat.

You undo your seatbelt, pick up your phone, you reach to open the door but Tommy is already there, with begging eyes he opens it.

“After you.”

He waves his hand, leaning on the door as you and Sarah hop out.

Adjusting your dress as you walk towards the door, Sarah’s arm interlinked with yours.

You can feel their eyes on you, the wind blows the bottom of your dress up, exposing patches of your thighs.

You look back, joel is sizing up the place seeing if it’s even decent, Tommy is well, um being Tommy. Devouring you with his eyes, it makes you nervous.

It takes him a good couple seconds to realize you caught him staring, peeling his eyes off your legs and smiling.

The fresh conditioned air gives you goosebumps as you step into the door.

A girl that looks like she spends way too much time on social media, about a couple years older greets you.

“Ya’ got a reservation sweetheart?”

God, you forgot that literally everyone around here got a pet name for strangers. Fucking texans.

Sarah pipes in.

“Yeah! Miller, four of us.”

She smiles and looks down at her reservation book.

“I’ll bring y’all to your table.”

She steps out from behind the cash and walks the bunch of you to a table on the deck, over looking the ocean.

You sit down in your seat, Joel sitting in front of you sarah attached at his hip.

Meaning, you’re stuck sitting neck to tommy. For fucks sake.

She smiles at joel, practically drooling.

“I can get your drink orders if y’all are ready.”

Sarah skims over the drink menu then smirks.

“Two mimosas for me and the lady.”

Joel shakes his head.

“You didn’t drink enough last night?” He huffs out.

You try to hold back a laugh but it’s uncontrollable.

“Just a coffee for me.” He hands the drink menu off to her.

“You want cream or sugar?” She asks, accepting the menu.

He shakes his head.

She hasn’t took her eyes off him since he walked in, fucking desperate.

“Water for me.”

She doesn’t even look at tommy when he orders. Why were you so upset over this, he’s beautiful you should know you’re not the only person that thinks that.

She nods her head and practically skips away.

You whip out your phone, placing your elbows on the table. Opening your messages skimming through to find sarah.

You: Staring problem much.-12:37pm

Her phone dings, she checks the notification and smiles. Typing back instantly.

Sarah m.: i thought she was gonna crawl on the table and harass him right then and there :0-12:37

You read her text and start laughing, you look at her and nod. Joel catches this, he leans over and tries to get a peek.

You: It’s definitely his “fancy” shirt. SHE WAS DROOLING.-12:38

She laughs and joel reads it, taking her phone and typing back.

Sarah m.: it is fucking fancy, thank u.-12:38

He huffs in unison with her, she tucks her phone back into her phone pocket and the lady returns.

With a fucking smile.

You look at sarah and roll your eyes as she lays down the drinks. Joel’s first, obviously.

She asks for your order then walks away.

You’re sipping on your drink, staring at the view, what were you thinking wearing a dress, wasn’t even hot out?

You get goosebumps and shiver, tommy catches it while sarah and joel are deep in conversation, about something stupid, whatever they could debate about, they would.

“You cold honey?”

He places a hand on your knee, rubbing circles with his thumb.

Oh god.

You shake your head. “Probably shouldn’t have worn a dress, bad idea.” Adding a nervous giggle.

He smiles, leaning in closer and whispering into your ear. “That’s right. Should have worn nothing.”

He pulls his hand further up, resting on the hem of your dress. Sitting comfortably on your upper thigh.

He rubs slow circles on your inner thigh, you squirm in your seat.

Fuck.

You finish off your drink, Tommy moves his hand up, grazing your clit through your panties. Your breath hitches. Joel looks at you, you look back.

He looks at Tommy then furrows his brows.

Fuck. Oh my FUCK.

You were caught.

You knew how much Tommy’s pining for you bothered him yet, you still let him touch you.

You’d say you were bothered by it too but the way your panties are wet right now says differently.

You clear your throat and stand up. “I’m gonna use the bathroom, ill be back.”

You almost trip over your own feet walking to the bathroom.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

Does this mean you’ve lost Joel?

Maybe you’d get some nice rough angry sex out of this, finally feel him.

You stare in the mirror taking deep breaths trying to figure what the fuck to do.

Back at the table, Joel’s clawing at himself to have control, it’s nothing just some stupid fucking flirting, you didn’t resist though.

Fuck it.

He taps his jeans pocket and sighs. Interrupting Sarah and Tommy’s discourse on the latest movie they watched. They both look to him. “I forget my phone in the truck, imma get it.”

Sarah shrugs her shoulders as if she didn’t need to know that and goes back to her conversation.

He gets up, walks towards the exit and when he’s far enough for them to not see him, he stomps over to the bathroom.

You’re finished practically water boarding yourself to feel better, wiping off the “waterproof” mascara that ran down your face .

You open the door and are met with the hard chest of a taller man.

“Oh i’m sorry sir-“ You look up.

Fuck.

He pushes you back into the bathroom with a grip on your neck. Thank god for private bathrooms.

You thought it was just gonna be some steamy, kinky, public sex cause of him choking you. The way he was looking down at you, his grip tightening tells you different. He was fuming.

“Ah i-“ It’s hard to speak with the way his hand is engulfing your neck.

“Did ya like it?” He loosens his grip just enough for you to speak, pushing you against the bathroom wall by your neck.

The other hand encaging you above your head. He was leaning so close to you, it seemed like you could change his mind and it WOULD turn into sex.

He tilts his head waiting for an answer.

“Like what Joel?”

He tongues his teeth and shakes his head at this.

“Uh uh don’t you fucking dare-“ He retightened his grip. “-play the dumb slut with me, thought you were the smart one darlin’?”

You nod, choking out a response. “I’m sorry joel—really. I didn’t.”

He lets out a groan, slapping your face, a burning feeling races through your cheek, then he was spreading your legs.

“So you’re telling me, if i check right now, you won’t be soaking for tommy” He gets up in your face.

“Don’t like you lying to me darlin’”

He reaches down, hand still on your throat for dear life.

He feels your panties. They are fucking soaked. From him or Tommy, you have no clue.

“Just what i thought. Ya think you can just go ‘round picking and choosing what miller you want as your fuck toy?—” He tightened his grip, you can barely breathe.

“—Think i wouldn’t know? Think i don’t recognize that cute little face you make, when someone’s touching ya’?”

You choke on your own spit.

“Are you really that much of a dumb fucking slut? It’s me or fucking no one.”

He takes his hand off your throat. You cough as the air slowly refills your lungs. “I’m yours okay? Please i’m sorry.”

He grins, grabs your cheeks and gives you a quick kiss.

“Oh i know baby, you’re sorry now.”

He leaves the bathroom, leaving you to wipe the fresh mascara stains off your cheeks. You fix your hair and clear your throat.

When you come back to the table, Sarah is digging into a bowl of vanilla ice cream.

You sit down, Tommy smiles at you. Joel is wiping the pink lipgloss you stained him with off, before anyone notices.

“Hey! Are you okay? You were in there a while.” Sarah says with a mouthful of ice cream dripping past her lips.

You try to come up with an excuse.

“Got kinda lost trying to find it.”

Joel huffs. Tommy can’t keep himself off you. It’s like he’s trying to get you in trouble.

He leans in again, nothing good comes from this.

“Too bad I already had dessert, ice cream looks pretty darn good.”

God just touching you was his dessert? You’d blush if it wouldn’t get you put in your place again. He tries to touch you again.

You swipe his hand away. It hurt him, he frowns and mutters a sorry.

The car ride home was quiet. Sarah showing you pictures of the dinner on her phone.

Both millers were staring right at you in each picture, it’s like they weren’t even trying to hide it.

The only interaction with Joel for the rest of the night was those few glances through the rearview mirror on the way home.

It was cruel trying to sleep. You kept tracing the spots on your neck where he squeezed the hardest, honestly you thought u deserved it.

That one kiss through all the pain, it kept you up.

How was that the softest he had kissed you before, yet the most aggressive he treated you.

It made you question everything you knew about him.

You fell asleep looking at Sarah’s instagram, the pictures of him.

Too bad you were too dead asleep cause he was blowing up your phone.

3 missed calls from J.Miller-11:30pm

Hey can i talk to ya?-11:37pm

Sorry if i scared ya, just cant handle anyone else having u-11:37pm

Sweet dreams sugar.-11:46pm

masterlist (check out the rest of the series there:))

part four: here

AN!!! Hey long time no see yawl😪 i started writing this like last week and write 90% of it in like three hours sooo idk how to feel bout it ANGST??? DARK JOEL??? TOMMY MAKING A MOVE??? Lots going on in this. @cuntyjoel was my supportive writer bestie that actually convinced me to finish this go check em out and my bottom joel fic IM BEGGING YAWL its linked so is my master list with part one and two to study break. Love yall.

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saintgoths · 1 year ago

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POSSESSIVE!JOEL X SIREN!READER - VEHEMENT.

[PART SEVEN TO THE SIREN SERIES].

WORD COUNT - 2,471.

RATING - 18+. [f+m intercourse and infidelity, speaks of war and genocide].

SUMMARY - while you and joel continue your secret love affair, ellie is aware that a troubling future awaits; as gabriel havens tells joel shocking information.

feedback would be appreciated!

previous chapter - chapter six.

Joel had given up on keeping you silent, throughout the first rounds his hand had covered your mouth while he had indecently fucked his cock savagely into your cunt, your back had arched while his fingers dug into the skin of your fine shaped buttocks, his grip strong and his thrusts able and manly; while he listened to the pleasured wails of your lewd cries, Joel had smoothly pulled his head backwards, his eyes tight shut as he felt the nearing climax build up.

It was currently night time; and since the nightfall of the meeting, you had in his home previously, the two of you had been secretly meeting with each other, verily, it was you who had numerously snuck into his home to resume the devilish affair.

No matter how guilty you were, there was something about the way Joel was always so rough but pleasant with you, he had fucked you like no one else had and his kisses, touches and body had always pushed you to crave him whenever you were away from each other.

“That’s it princess,” Joel lustfully grunted, his hip thrusts eager and rough while the tumid sac of his swollen cock had pummelled against you, your sensations excessively peaked that you couldn’t form a single letter but shameful cries while your abundant drools had soaked against his pillow.

Your posture tight as you could feel the heat rush over your body while you had piled your cum around his cock, your body loose as the dark-haired man resumed to thrust his shaft into your pussy ere his thick ropes seeped inside of you, relieved, he gently bent down and kissed your shoulder just as he pulled himself out of you, while he had dragged himself off his bed, you had twisted your body so your back was pressed against his cot. Gently you had caught your breath ere you dramatically collapsed against the duvet, aware of the numerous of hickies Joel had imprinted against your skin.

Usually, you’d be uncaring if he had done so, but you hadn’t been in the ocean for a couple of weeks thus enhanced characteristics you normally had would slowly slow down. So, you had internally tasked yourself to go swimming this week. The moment you had forced yourself to put your clothes on you had immediately felt the way Joel’s eyes printed against your skin, aware of his gaze, you had turned around to look at him, your look had silently urged him to speak.

“Is there anything you’re doing tomorrow?” Joel questioned and with smoothness, you beckoned your head.

“Dinner with Ellie and Shiloh tomorrow,” you replied, your small chirp enough for Joel to raise his eyebrow.

You had sent the same strange look Joel had gifted you, finished with putting your clothes on you had leant against the door frame you had recently opened. “Ellie is in my life just as she is in yours,” you briefly explained and slightly, Joel had bounced his shoulders as he prepared himself to seem uncaring.

“Ellie sees your main lover while she is completely unaware that you have an affair with your old one,” and with the tone of his voice, you could tell he had felt comical.

“You’re not my ex-lover,” you shrugged just as you neared towards him again, you placed the palms of your hands against his shoulders and dumbfounded, Joel looked back at you.

“Then what am I to you? I don’t want to continue being a secret.”

Empathetic, you pulled your arms around his shoulders and you could feel him sigh as his body relaxed, pressed against yours. “There’ll be a time where the two of us are publicly with each other again.”

“With no Shiloh in the picture?” Joel brought up and unsure you had slowly beckoned your head.

“No Shiloh in the picture,” you ended and before the Texan could say anything else you had briskly pressed your soft lips against his to soften and quiet him up.

You had mentally kicked yourself when you had realised you hadn’t gone to swim, thus it was too late now, you were with Ellie who had helped you finish with the last bits of food you were going to serve for today and you had been glad that the red-haired girl had been calm and kind about having Shiloh over, but you could tell the freckled girl didn’t necessarily like your boyfriend.

“Well, where is he?” Ellie questioned; she had half of her body against the island of your kitchen, her eyes concentrated on the dessert you finished piecing together. Aside from her inquiry, you had wished that Ellie would eat a reasonable amount of food, you had observed how she didn’t eat much currently, but Joel had informed you that Ellie’s eating habits had become worst.

“He’s on his way,” you shortly muttered and as a response, Ellie swiftly peeked at you, but you have realised that the expression Ellie had on her face appeared like she had wanted to say something. With your right eyebrow perked upwards, you had sat on the small chair beneath the island. “Is there anything wrong.”

Reticent, Ellie shook her head, perked both of her hands in a sign of defence. “No,” she popped and silent, you had resumed your quick task. “Are things between you and Joel better?”

Unfazed by her random question you had nodded your head just as you commenced to clean the table. “Yes.”

“Do you still like him?”

Hesitant, you curved your sight towards the shorter girl, “why are you asking me this?” You suspiciously questioned and minimally judgemental, Ellie bounced her shoulders while she pushed herself off the table she previously leaned against.

“It’s just that I see you leaving his house at night a lot.”

Embarrassed, you had held back a guilty cough. “You must be confusing me as someone else,” you dismissively shrugged. “I wonder who he is now seeing,” you gently whispered well aware that Ellie had seen how transparent you were.

“I’m not stupid,” she rudely muttered, “I know it’s you, and that you’ve been cheating on Shiloh with Joel.”

With your eyes narrowed, you straightened yourself up and neatly stood up on your feet. “This isn’t the best time to speak about it.”

“Well, when will it be a good time to talk about it with you?” Ellie frustratedly questioned, “You never want to talk to me about anything!”

As you pulled in a short breath, you dramatically placed your hands against your hips. “I---”

“Did I come in too late ladies?” Shiloh eagerly greeted, he smoothly walked down the corridor and entered the open kitchen you and Ellie had currently stood in. Before you neared yourself towards the handsome man, you quickly delivered Ellie a look that screamed of warn ere you pressed your lips against your romantic partner while Ellie had settled down on the chair, she was closest too.

Dinner had gone well, minus the fact that Ellie had barely spoken to Shiloh, in your perception, everything had gone smoothly.

“Well, Ellie what are you interests?” Shiloh curiously questioned, he himself had peeked that Ellie had purposely barely spoken to him, and in your presence, he knew that sneakily forcing Ellie to speak would be the right choice.

Unmoved, Ellie had sat up on the chair she had currently sat on and began to lazily list her likes. Gently, stressed you began to pick on your food while Shiloh had easily scanned that Ellie had not taken a liking towards him.

“You don’t like me, don’t you?” Shiloh briefly chuckled and awkwardly, you had pressed your lips into a thin line as you had watched Ellie carelessly shrug her shoulders as her response. “You’re probably more used to Joel and [Y/N] having dinner with you and you might think I have bad intentions towards [Y/N], but I don’t.”

“That makes me feel better,” Ellie sarcastically replied and in anguish you had loudly sighed to gather their attention.

With a forced and sorrow gleam on your face you had quickly put down your cutlery. “The three of us should watch a movie, right?” You weakly suggested and in order to have the awkward dinner concluded, Ellie and Shiloh had given in to your idea and had helped you clean the table they had currently sat around; the task had been filled with silence and lack of grace, you had observed the way Ellie had barely looked Shiloh’s way and had peeked the insecure glances Shiloh had sent the auburn-haired girl.

The moment the three of you had completed the chore, you had found yourself sandwiched between Shiloh and Ellie, the younger girl had suggested to watch Jurassic Park and you had hoped that the tension of the movie would push the three of you to talk, yet, you had been proven wrong, barely any of them spoke and the only time they did would be when you would comically comment on a scenario, but after that, the atmosphere would return to the complete silence aside from the sound that came from the TV.

Comforted by the way he had played and stroked his guitar strings, Joel had currently sat on his wooden chair, the sky dark and his area gently lit by his lamp and the soft wind accompanied by the smooth chords the older man had played, his left foot against his right thigh, the Miller man had gently nodded to his tunes, slightly aware of the figure that had neared himself towards him.

Gabriel Havens, the blond man had respectfully greeted the other man who had slowly paused his short performance, Joel had gently placed his instrument against the side of his chair and pulled himself off the wooden chair he had previously sat on, in response to Gabriel’s greet, Joel had kindly taken Gabriel’s hands to his and softly shook it. “Good to see you,” Joel kindly muttered before he pulled himself to the railings of his deck, shortly after Gabriel followed and stood next to the taller man.

“I hope you know it’ll go wrong,” Gabriel lowly muttered and caught surprised, Joel had wondered if the blond man had known about the affair he had shared with [Y\N].

“What do you mean?”

Humoured, Gabriel stiffly glanced towards him. “Falling in love with a Siren.”

His blood ridden cold, Joel had lightly firmed his grip around the wooden railing, his face full with brief shock but he nuzzled it with an expression of confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s obvious,” Gabriel gently laughed, “the way she has a hold on people, her fishing skills, appearance, healing abilities…I know she got shot that day on the group patrol,” he then continued, with his hands clasped together, the older blond man stood up straight. “I once had a lover that was a Siren, I was really young, sixteen and reckless, her name was Mira.”

Surprised, Joel cocked his eyebrow, he had recognised that was the name of [Y/N]’s horse, perhaps Gabriel had named the horse after his lover. Well, it was painfully obvious he did. “There was some genocide caused by Humans against Sirens.”

“A pharmaceutical co-operation known as the Red-Circle, they had noticed that there was something about the blood of Sirens that could pause a virus for some time and as time went on and the virus that had taken over our world had progressed, they had noticed that their blood could slow down a bite and help an infected Human remain a Human longer than two days.”

“So, what they did was that they hunted Sirens more and thought that having many of their blood can make somewhat a cure.”

Surprised but somewhat intrigued by the intel Gabriel had informed him with, sympathetic for [Y/N]’s species, the Miller man had gently knitted down his eyebrows. “How do you know all of this?” As he had thought that his lover Mira, was likely caught through the midst of genocide.

“Mira had survived the first wave of the genocide, she was able to escape because she was protecting someone by sending them faraway,” Gabriel slowly explained, and surprised, Joel had raised both of his eyebrows.

“[Y/N]?” Joel curiously questioned and with a light hum, Gabriel moved his head.

“Mira was the mother of [Y/N], but [Y/N] doesn’t remember that Mira was her mother, Mira had [Y/N] taken away when she was barely five months old, and for her protection, Mira never visited [Y/N], because during that time, the Red Circle members were following their tracks.”

Startled by the rain pour of information, awkwardly, Joel had examined the older man before he had questioned him. “Are you the father of [Y/N]?”

Unsure, Gabriel softly shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t think Sirens can crossbreed with Humans and if she did have a child with another Siren man, I can’t blame her, Sirens were trying to repopulate, Humans were being ruthless with them.”

Gabriel had known Mira before the infection took place, he had known the Red Circle was tied with the operation who had created the current virus they had directly dealt with. The Red Circle co-operation were tasked to make the back-up medicine for the Virus but they had failed numerous of times. The more they used the Siren blood to heal infected individuals, [precisely lab-rats], the further the infected kins would not only stop turning into the ill beings they were known for being in the end, yet they will transform into a being much worse than they expected.

Due to how wrong the research and the experiments for the cure had gone, the co-operation had to put a stop to making a back-up cure and allow the world to continue struggling against the hellish and infernal sickness. “After everything, they attempted to reconcile with the left-over Sirens around that area, but it went wrong, another War happened, Sirens killed many Humans and Humans killed many Sirens, the conflict was known as the Secret battle of the Seas and the outcome had caused many of [Y/N]’s species to re-locate to a safer place.”

“That war was the conflict, Mira had died in,” Gabriel sadly muttered and empathetic, Joel had reticently listened to the light-haired individual.

As much as he had been focused on the lore Gabriel had acquainted him with, the Miller man couldn’t help himself but silently speculate to why [Y/N] had been here. Though, due to how he was buried in curiosity, the built man had stood up straight while he brought himself to question the man. “If it’s safer back there, then why is she here?” Joel thoughtfully questioned and just as confused and suspicious as Joel, Gabriel briskly bounced his shoulders.

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milla-frenchy · 8 months ago

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Possessive!Joel yessssss 🥵🥵🥵

a smutty joel imagine with him saying, “you’re in trouble doll”

Pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: Joel, your dad's best friend, has pissed you off once again for his constant fear of your father finding out about you, so you decide to make him jealous, only he doesn't take it as well as you expected... or maybe exactly as you had

warnings: jealousy, smut| a bit of thigh riding, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, she calls him daddy ONCE bc I need to cut back on the daddy kink it's becoming a problem, kind of exhibitionism, and unnecessary feelings cause i can never fucking write a story where they're just fucking for some reason

You were flirting good

The way you only did when you weren't really interested, when it was just a game, when you were bored, or perhaps... in the mood for taunting someone

Maybe someone who was across the backyard, his hazel eyes burning a hole into the back of your head as he gripped his beer hard enough to shatter it, his head nodding slowly at whatever your dad was saying, but his thoughts only to you, only to that little asshole who had his hand on your cheek- on his girl

"I'd forgotten how funny you are" you said, after falling into a more than exaggerated laughing fit at one of Kaleb's miserable jokes.

He grinned with that smile guys have when they think they have it in the bag, when they’re already picturing you in their bed

As if

“Tell you what, I'm even funnier in front of a drink,” he said, his eyes glinting with victory “you free tonight?”

But before you could respond, a very much non-friendly voice barked from beside you

"she's not"

Joel looked even hotter than usual with that t-shirt clinging to his toned biceps and pecs, and the way he was looking at Kaleb... he looked ready to kill, and fuck if that didn't make him even hotter

"Tommy needs your help on the grill, I'm takin' a break" he nodded toward his brother, giving the guy a chance to scramble before he had to punch him in the face

"now?" Kaled wined, his gaze trailing to you, as if counting on the understanding of another man of what he was interrupting

"Now."

There was no room for negotiating, and the guy finally got it, sighing loudly before nodding

"Fine, I'll catch you later then," he smiled, watching you reciprocate, before he started for the grill

You squinted your eyes against the sun as you looked up at Joel, making a show of rolling your eyes as he gave you that stern, angry look he was always so good at giving

"Cockbloker"

You didn't wait for whatever smart retort he was gonna send your way as you turned around and started making your way into the house,

only of course, he was right behind you, closing the glass door to the kitchen with a loud thud

"you're in trouble doll"

again, you could only roll your eyes as you opened the fridge to look for what you didn't even know

The party of people just outside the windows was loud, but his steps as he stalked to you were the only thing you could hear

"I'm talking to you"

You could hear the restraint in his voice, almost feel it oozing off of him, the way you were getting under his skin, the way he was controlling his own rage

And when you only sighed, still not acknowledging his presence... then his self-control slipped, and his hand had forced the fridge to fly shut, the bottles rattling inside.

maybe this will get your attention

And it did, you turned to him, a bored, stoic look on your face

"what do you think you're doing?" he hissed, his jaw ticking

"what?" you cocked a brow "I'm not allowed to talk to people anymore?"

The way he tilted his head, flames of anger lighting his eyes as he took a step towards you made you want to get down on your knees and suck him off right there and then... but then again, you were supposed to make him pay

"Don't give me that bullshit" he growled "That wasn't just talking, there's only one thing that guy was after and you know it"

You scoffed, taking a step closer to him in affront

"so?" you asked, raising your brows "What I was after the same thing Joel?" you argued "You know, since you're so scared of my dad finding out... since you're always saying I should find someone more age-appropriate, I figured... why not Kaleb?"

Oh he was fuming

"At least he's not scared of my dad" you mocked "At least he wouldn't have to sneak out of my house after he's done fucking me-"

you didn't even see him move, the only thing you felt, was the back of your head hitting the fridge, and seconds after, his hand gripping your throat, and only then did you hear the gasp fleeing your throat

he had moved you to the other side of the fridge so that from outside, no one could see your dad's bestie choking his daughter without so much of a hair of second thought.

"If he even tries to come near you" his face was but an inch from yours "He won't have a dick to fuck you with sweetheart, got it?"

What did he think? That he was gonna scare you? please

You snorted, your mouth twitching in a smirk

"You don't own me Joel" you only purred "I can fuck who I want"

The snarl he let out was nothing but predatory

"You think that fucking guy's the right one for you?" he asked, his right leg in between yours, the top of his thigh dangerously close to your core

"you think that little asshole's gonna make you come?" his breath was ghosting your mouth, but he ducked lower, murmuring against your ear now

"You think Kaleb's gonna fuck you better than I do?"

Although shivers were running down your spine, you chuckled, as you murmured "Maybe"

He groaned, his thigh immediately going to your center, rubbing against your clit as his fingers tightened on your throat.

"say that again" he challenged, his voice rough and throaty

"what," you grinned, "you think you're some kind of sex god or something?"

The fact that he could hear all the little whimpers you were swallowing down your throat didn't help your case

"Have you forgotten already about all the times you were begging for my cock sweetheart?" he teased, his jeans damping with your slick as you parted your mouth in pleasure "All the nights you spent screaming my name, mh?"

His warm words felt so good on your neck, and his leg... if he kept at it you might just fall apart like that

"you think another man can do that for you?" his eyes were boring into yours now, his hand forcing you to meet his gaze

And when you didn't answer, the same smug grin on you, he understood what he needed to do

"You need a little reminder, 's that it?"

And just like that, you had exactly where you wanted him.

If he was aware that this was your plan all along, he didn't show it, probably because you had turned his brain into a jealous angry heap.

He watched the way you bit your bottom lip, the same way he's seen you do thousands of times before, need pooling in your iris and panties at the same time

"ah that's it, isn't it?" he growled, his right hand going to squeeze your ass "my dirty girl needs me to remind her who's the only man that can make her feel good huh?"

And fuck it, but you were already palming the bulge at the front of his pants

"whose cock she needs to be filled with" he smirked, watching your pretty eyes fall to his mouth

"then I guess I just have to, don't I?"

His lips were on yours faster than you could blink, his mouth ravenous and hungry as much as his tongue, which was exploring every inch of you as if he needed to have all of you, right there, right now.

You felt his hand leave your neck and seconds after your ear picked up his zipper getting undone and then he was picking you up and he was hastily freeing his cock from his boxers and-

It was all so fucking fast- he felt like a man possessed

For this much talk of you being the one to need a reminder, it looked like it was him the only one to need this

And maybe it was because seeing you talking to that guy made him see red, or maybe because it had been more than 24 hours since he had a taste of you and missed you more than anything, or maybe... maybe he was just starting to realize that it wasn't the 24 hours, and it wasn't Kaleb, but it was you, it had always been you, with that smart mouth and that smug attitude and your determination and kindness and beauty and fuck- this had never been just fuking- he could never just be having sex with you, he wanted to have you, all of you, not just like this, but in public, in front of everyone, in front of Kaleb and you pissed off dad- he wanted to- to bring you on a proper date and pay the bill and only then fuck you so good you forgot your name- he wanted, he wanted everything, he wanted you, completely.

"You know anyone could come in here at any moment right?" you asked breathlessly as you leaned away, your lips swollen already

He had you propped against the part of the fridge facing the wall, so you were hidden from the outside, but anyone could have just taken a closer look, or come into the kitchen for a fresh beer and caught you just as he railed into you... and he couldn't have fucking cared less

"What, you scared?"

And the way you smiled- the way you smiled was enough to make a grown man drop to his knees in an instant

"fuck me, daddy"

God fucking damn him, but he might just be in love

"Jesus fucking Christ doll"

He didn't let you laugh at him before he had pounced into you with one hard and deep thrust, his mouth crushing into yours simultaneously to drown out that clamorous moan he already knew was coming from your throat

He didn't let you get used to him, he only started fucking up into you like he needed to split you in half, like he needed to get deeper into you that he'd ever been.

He was grunting with each push, and you could faintly hear the fridge beside you move in tandem with his movements, but you couldn't have cared less about worrying whether or not it could be seen from outside.

he hit a particularly deep spot inside of you and just as you were about to cry out like a mad woman, his hand was on your mouth, shutting you up for good

"you let another guy touch this fucking pussy and they're dead" his eyes were just as brutal as his thrusts, although a veil of harrowing honesty lay beneath them

He was being serious, he needed you to know that

"got it?" he asked, your mind only half listening as your walls tightened around him "It's fucking mine" he purred, the hand he had on your waist tight enough to bruise "You're fucking mine," he said, "all of you"

You swore you felt pain underneath the anger in his voice

"I don't care what you say, I'm the only one that can make you come, 'm the only one who can touch you or fuck you or- or fucking take you out to dinner- got it?"

If it were any other moment you would have teased him, but this... there was something too precious- too honest about this

"yes" you whimpered into his palm,

And that sent him straight to fucking heaven, he couldn't help but relieve your lips of his hand and kiss you again, kiss you with every inch of life he had in him

"You're mine" he breathed, both of you breathing so heavily you were nearly hyperventilating

"I'm yours Joel" you promised, your core wisting and tuning as he drilled you closer and closer to the edge "I'm yours" you repeated, watching what it did to him, the relief plastered onto his face, the want only multiplying in his pace "only yours- all of me-"

"that's right" he breathed, his skin slapping with yours "My pussy, my body, my girl" he purred "You're mine, doll"

And just like that, he had pushed you over the edge, watching you fall apart closely before he couldn't help but follow suit, kissing you as he silenced both your moans, bottling them up inside of him, so he could never forget them, forget this.

You opened your eyes to find his already on you, so many unspoken words, feelings, hopes in them, and you couldn't help but smile, dropping your forehead to his as he settled you back onto the ground

"That was- wow" you sighed, still grinning like a kid "I should make you jealous more often"

"Please don't" he begged, his fingers drawing circles on your waist as you kissed him again, smiling softly onto his lips

You needed to talk, about what happened, about what this was, about everything... but as you both leaned away, a mutual understanding passed through you

Later

"You should get back out there" you murmured, although halfheartedly.

the prospect of moving away from his embrace felt like hell right now

"what about you?" he asked, his nose nuzzling against yours

"I gotta clean myself up"

"I could help"

You rolled your eyes playfully as a small laugh flowed through you

"Joel" you said, still smiling "go"

And so even if his whole mind, body, and soul were fighting against it, he did, kissing you one last time before he leaned away, fixed himself up, and looked at you one more time, before walking out of the kitchen and into the backyard

And as if on cue that fucking asshole had to come in and ruin his fucking vibe

"Hey, where's y/n? I've been looking for her" Kaleb asked, walking up to him.

Joel didn't even try to be nice, he didn't even bother with that "count to ten before answering" bullshit Sarah was always telling him about

"She's not interested, and if I see you even just looking her way ever again, I am going to kill you Kaleb, understand?"

To say the guy was taken aback was the understatement of the century

His eyes widened so much he didn't even look like himself

"w-what the fuck?" he spat "Where is she, I need to t-"

"she's in the bathroom" Joel cut him off, pure rage and annoyance in his voice, in his stare "cleaning my come off of herself"

Kaleb stumbled back, literally now

"w-wha-"

"I told you buddy" Joel said simply "she's not interested"

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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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Pre-tlou Joel being part of a raiding group, coming across reader, and Joel claiming her for himself. Possessive non con 🥵

Raider (Original)

800 words, dark!Joel Miller x f!Reader

RAIDER MASTER LIST | joel master

WARNINGS - NSFW I8+ Noncon (via implicit threat) unsafe PIV, pet names and praise, oral m, dark, posessive. Joel can pick reader up. Obviously do not condone these things irl.

"Drop her," he booms at the men who are dragging you kicking and screaming as they bicker about who goes first. "Now."

"Relax Miller, there's plenty to go around," one of the guys says and beckons him to join. "Ain't that right, sweetie?" The man adds, lifting your chin with the butt of his rifle.

Miller raises his gun. "I said drop her." They don't. Miller fires a warning shot and they finally do. "Tired of you rookies," Miller says. "Show some respect."

"Yes sir." The men compose themselves and disperse.

Relief washes over you. He's saving you. You're going to get out of this unscathed. You stand up and begin to hobble away, sore from being smacked around.

Miller trains his gun on you. "Don't you fuckin' dare."

You raise your hands in surrender.

"Good girl, now c'mere."

You hesitantly approach him and he throws you over his shoulder. He carries you back inside, into a bedroom, and throws you down on an old mattress. Another man approaches and stands in the doorway. He tells Miller "Oooh, nice find." The man starts unbuckling his own belt.

"Did I say I was sharin'? Go do your goddamn job." He aims his gun at the man. The man gulps, buckles his belt, and scurries away. Joel closes the door behind him and locks it.

"Alright now, sweet pea." Miller unbuckles his belt. The blood drains from your face.

"Be a good girl and this'll be over quick, okay?"

You nod. At least there's only one of him.

He palms himself over his tactical pants then takes out his raging erection. It's imposing. You're afraid.

His boots thud as he approaches the mattress. He looms over you. "Now, you're gonna suck this cock and you're gonna like it, understand?" He strokes himself and his brow furrows as he looks at you.

You nod.

"Cause you don't want me passin' you to those guys, trust me."

You nod as tears prickle your eyes. You get up on your knees and take him into your mouth - not all of him, it's impossible, but you try. He puts his hands on the back of your head and fucks your face.

This can’t be over soon enough, but you also can’t deny a feeling growing between your legs. Having his cock in your mouth makes you tingle. It’s so hard, and his precum tastes nice and salty.

“Look at me,” he demands. You don’t want to look him in the eye, so you focus on his messy brown hair. It’s nice.

“Doin' great, sweet pea. Now do me a favor and pull down your pants.”

You take him out of your mouth and wipe the slobber off your lips. He half-smiles with a twinkle in his eye and strokes himself as you pull down your pants.

“Where do you want it, sweet pea?” He squats down and fingers you. Your cheeks burn when he smiles at your wetness. “This one?” he asks and enters you with two fingers.

You nod. It’s preferable to the alternative.

“Alright, you want it like this or you wanna turn around?”

You still don’t want to look him in the eye, so you turn around on all fours. He yanks your pants off to make room for himself between your legs.

“Good girl,” he says. He kneels behind you, then you feel the smooth head of his cock at your entrance. He plunges into you about half way with a grunt, pulls back a little, then plunges forward again, bottoming out with a throaty sigh. Your eyes well up in tears, but your body welcomes the intrusion.

“Damn, you’re tight,” he says as he fucks you, hands on your hips, pulling you back with each thrust. “Good thing I kept ya all for myself. They would’ve ruined this pretty little hole.” The tip of his cock pushes a special button inside you with each thrust, and you begin to unravel.

He’s quiet for a minute, save for his grunts. His grunts turn into moans, then you feel him twitch inside you.

He pulses violently, his large hands jerking you back into him as he pumps you full of hot cum. His pulsations send you and you groan as your own climax is pulled from your depths, contracting on his cock.

“Well damn,” he says when you’re both finished. “It’s a good day for both of us.”

He pulls out and you collapse onto the mattress. He comes around and looks you in the face and you look up at him with watery eyes. He cups your cheek affectionately and reassures you he’ll guard the room for you until everyone’s loading up to leave.

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milla-frenchy · 1 year ago

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Roads part 3

4k2 | Joel Miller x fem reader Chapt summary: Joel doesn't know how to deal with his feelings, and loses control Warnings: 18+ mdni. possessiveness, jealousy, alternate POV, dirty talk, praise kink, masturbation, fingering, oral (f/m receiving), cum eating, unprotected piv, ass play, rimming, anal, creampie, light violence (not against reader or Joel) a/n: Thank you for beta-ing @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog 💞💞🫂 Playlist | ao3 | Series masterlist | Masterlist

Part 2

Joel hadn't had a serious relationship in years.

He didn't miss it, didn't want to risk integrating someone into his life. Sarah might eventually become attached to her, but what if it didn’t work out? It would be another loss. The departure of Sarah's mother had been harsh, and their daughter had suffered too much from her mother's absence. He didn't want to hurt her again.

So he went on with his life, without any additional ties, offering all the possible stability to Sarah.

Until the day he met you.

He had heard Tommy talk about you so much, for so many years, that he had been imagining… someone else. A vague vision of you as a child and then as a teenager had formed in his mind, with all the stories he had heard all those years. Whether by an elated Tommy or by his parents bitching about the “nonsense they had done again” when he, slightly older, was already far too mature for his age.

One afternoon, your parents had stopped him when he came home from high school, their neighbors being furious at the cigarette butts both of you threw from your bedroom window to the neighbors' garden.

"No, I don't know where my brother or your daughter are, sorry," he replied, with a quiet sigh.

Now, years later, his work situation was worrying, and even if he had his old prejudices, you worked in a large group, held an important position there, so why not see where it would go?

*************

That evening at Alexandro's, he came leaving aside his prejudices, and after one meal, that image was forgotten. He had in front of him a rigorous, practical, and independent person. Serious. With an amazing quirky sense of humor.

************

The night of the gala, during your speech, he looked at you attentively. Your suit, your tie, your attitude. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

That night in his bed, after you brought him home, he thought back to what Tommy had told him, "Everyone falls in love with her." Joel thought about the fact that you had the balls not to stay after your speech, because you did not like the proximity of people. Thought about the phone call you had received.

He took his cock in his fist, and jerked off thinking of you, until he came, growling, sending his squirts on his lower stomach.

************

Several weeks had passed since then, and you had already seen each other far more times than any of the other women he had dated. He loved to fuck you. He loved that you had no limits. He loved how you two complemented each other physically. But also more and more, he loved talking to you. Loved to know more about you, your way of thinking. He liked your seriousness, your humor. Those times were totally different from when you were fucking. You were calm, poised. And he sought that closeness more and more. Worse, he didn't want to lose it, he who hadn’t had long term relationships. This turnaround puzzled him, he didn't know how to handle it. He just knew he didn't want it to end.

*************

He had been hard all night at the restaurant since the moment you said you had talked to your ex on the phone. So he drove to your home fast so he could arrive before you, watch you walk up your driveway. He wanted to sink his cock into you, telling himself that during that moment, he would be the only one you would think about.

He had fucked you against your front door, so eager to feel you. He had been watching you, lying on your dining room table, your fingers sliding against your clit, as his cock was thrusting deep into you. He watched you cum and got lost in his emotions.

“Everyone falls in love with her.”

This sentence from Tommy haunted him. What if someone fell in love with you? And that he could no longer share those moments with you?

He who never attached himself, was afraid of losing the feelings that he had rejected altogether until then. And he handled them as best as he could. Painfully, and badly.

You tried to forget the discussion with Tommy. You missed Joel when you didn't see him. But you saw each other often, more and more.

Tonight you were at his house. You told him to sit on the couch, naked. You were standing in front of him in the dark, also undressed. The room was moonlit. He looked at your curves, his cock erect against his stomach.

You planted your feet on the couch, on each side of his thighs and settled down, your knees resting on top of the headboard, your crotch level with his mouth.

His gaze was up at you, eyes devouring you. You caressed his cheek, your other hand pressed against the wall. Joel put his hands on your bottom. You brought your pussy close to his mouth, and he started licking you, his eyes still fixed on your moonlit face. His tongue slid against your slit. You pressed against his mouth and felt your lower abdomen quiver at the touch of his tongue, pressed against your clit, twirling it under the tip of his tongue.

Your moans filled the room and you thought no one had ever given you pleasure like him. His tongue was fucking into you, as deeply as possible.

He reached out his hand towards you and said "spit", his tongue leaving you for a second.

He then took his cock in his fist, and started jerking off. Slowly at first, then harder, as he was fucking you with his tongue.

He growled against your folds. You imagined his hand on his cock, his strong grip, his confident and increasingly rapid movements. It amplified the pleasure you felt.

“Joel, please… my clit. Suck it. Make me come in your mouth. And come with me”

He slid his tongue from your soaking wet hole despite all the attention he was putting in licking everything that flowed from you, towards your clit and sucked it gently.

He alternated licking and sucking. You felt your pleasure rising.

“Fuck Joel… Yeah, keep going. Go on…oh Joel…”

He began jerking off faster.

You came in his mouth, while he moaned and squirted his cum all over his hand and stomach.

You got off the sofa, your legs shaking, and settled down between his knees. You lapped up the cum that was smeared on him, and cleaned him.

“Fuck… baby...” he didn't finish his sentence.

You came to sit on the sofa next to him, your legs folded under you. He took you in his arms, and you remained entwined, naked, silent. He stroked your hair.

After a while, he stood up and took your hand, “Come with me sweetheart.”

He took you to his bedroom and asked you to lie on his bed, on your stomach.

He straddled you, and spread your buttocks with his hands, staring at your wet pussy and ass.

“ 'm gonna fuck you now… are you gonna be wise, my sweet slut? You gonna let me do it?"

"Yes Joel."

"Good girl."

He entered you with a slow thrust, couldn't resist feeling your pussy before preparing you for what he had in mind. He slid his cock, watching it enter you, shining with your wetness. He went back and forth several times before withdrawing from you, growling at not feeling you anymore.

You were waiting, getting more and more turned on.

He quickly glided his thumb against your pussy and spread your wetness. Going up more and more towards your ass, until his thumb reached your ring.

You moaned under his touch.

He lay down, his head between your thighs which he spread wide, and passed his tongue from your pussy to your ass. He lapped up and down, lingering more and more on your ass. He slipped a finger into your pussy and lingered over your tightest hole with his tongue, until he penetrated you with its tip.

He licked for a long time, to prepare you as best as possible.

He lay on top of you and entered your pussy with a slow thrust, his fists on either side of your head. Your body enclosed in his. He was fucking you slowly, deeply.

He grabbed something from his nightstand drawer, while he was deep inside you.

You heard the sound of the opening bottle. Then he put some lube on his fingers, before coming to massage your ring with it, his cock still deep inside your pussy.

You moaned, eager to feel him in the last hole he hadn't fucked yet.

“On all fours baby” he told you, before applying lube to his cock.

You settled on your elbows and knees, waiting.

"You're so beautiful baby. I'm gonna fuck you so deep. Want me to fuck your ass?

"Yes Joel, please."

"Good girl..."

He entered your pussy deeply, one last time, then he positioned himself against your ass. You turned your head and your eyes locked with his. The tip of his cock pressed against your tight ring, he began to thrust.

You looked at the headboard, and said “fuck, Joel…”

You felt all of your muscles contract against his cock, trying to push him away.

“Relax baby,” he murmured.

The tip finally inserted and you couldn't hold back a scream.

“I know baby, i know. Shhh it's gonna be ok. I know you can take it sweetheart. I want you to take it. Will you?"

"Fuck… yes Joel, I can do it"

"That's good baby. You're doing well."

He kept pushing into you.

“I wanted to fuck your ass so bad. You have no idea how many times I've checked it out. Thinking how good it would be for my cock. But I had no idea it would be that good.”

And he pushed until his balls hit your pussy, and he stayed down. You could hear him breathing heavily, when you felt fuller than ever.

“Fuck… Joel… Move. Fucking… move”

He spread your ass with his hands, watched his cock thrust all the way into your ass, your dilated ring throbbing around him. He took a deep breath to calm his excitement.

He began his movements back and forth, bigger and bigger after each push, until he came out almost completely with each hip movement, to immediately fill you totally again. You gasped, biting your lip with each thrust.

"Joel… too much."

"Oh no, it’s not too much sweetheart."

You got used to his girth, and he started shoving you harder and harder.

He whispered in your ear “I knew you were a slut. My slut."

You bent your elbows, sagging your chest against the mattress and kept your ass up, which he was clinging to with his hands, to the point where you thought you'd be bruised the next day.

Your head was resting against the pillow, your body was a rag doll waiting for every stroke of his cock.

He slid his hand against your pussy and stuck two fingers inside you, which made you moan. "I miss your pussy, but tonight, I'm taking care of another hole" He then pulled out his fingers and started circling his index finger against your clit.

“Fuck… it feels so good, my cock deep in your ass sweetheart.”

You felt your pleasure rising, filled with his length and the sensations that his fingers were giving you.

“You take me so well baby girl, so well.”

“Joel…” you said, unable to speak further.

“Come on baby. Come on. I want to feel my cock even tighter in your ass, while you’re squeezing me.”

And you came, hard. Your pussy clenching around nothing, but contracting his cock buried in your ass.

“ ‘m gonna fill you up now. I'm gonna shoot my load deep in your ass."

He groaned, fucking you even harder, your feelings heightened, way too strong for your mind. Then he froze and you felt the jets of hot cum he sent deep inside you.

He pushed you forward until your knees gave out and you were lying with his body on top of yours, crushed under its weight.

He clasped your fingers in his and buried his head in the crook of your neck.

The only thought you had was the fear that gripped your guts, of not feeling him anymore. In you, against you. You were intoxicated by him, as you had never been by anyone. And while his cock was still in your ass, the spasms that continued in spite of you only squeezed him tighter, still making him groan.

*************

You two were at the pub, Joel picked you up after work. Joel had grown accustomed to these outings, but at the same time they contributed to his rising possessiveness. He saw men looking at you way too often.

More and more, he thought his reactions would be better handled if you discussed it. If, maybe, you talked about what your relationship was.

If it was official, he could hug you, kiss you, and show that you were his. He always ended up brushing the idea off from his mind.

You went to the bar to order a drink for the both of you. A guy approached you and offered to join him at his table, which you politely declined. He put his hand on your arm and asked if you were sure. “I already told you no” you told him, annoyed by his insistence.

"Get your fucking hand off her," Joel snarled behind you. You turned around, his imposing broadness making the other man, yet of equal height to Joel, appear ridiculously frail. You had never heard him talk with such a cold voice.

"That's ok Joel, he's leaving" but he didn’t hear you.

"Oh man come on… Just one drink and I'll give her back to you. Unless she wants to spend more time with me after that. You know…" You rolled your eyes, exasperated that he was talking about you like you weren't there, shocked by what he had the audacity to say, and started to say "listen, man…"

And… Joel went mad. He hit him with a punch that knocked the man to the ground, grabbed him by the collar and punched him again. He shook his hand and grabbed your arm to pull you back.

At first you didn't understand what was going on. His movement to pull you away was too sudden, and you were in shock at what just happened.

You pushed him away and told him "fuck off Joel."

You left the bar and called for a passing cab.

Joel was furious. Furious at that man, furious at himself for letting himself go and unleashing his violent side. He came out of the pub, ran to his car and arrived at your house almost at the same time as your cab.

You told him to leave you alone, and spat back at him, “I don't need a fucking walking red flag in my life.” But he followed you until you opened the door.

"What the fuck Joel? What the fuck?! Are you mad behaving like that? You can't beat his ass like that just 'cause he's being a dick. You can't act like a fuckin' savage. Fuck Joel… You can't pull my arm like that. I'm not… i'm not yours. I'm not your damn property. You understand? I'm no one's property. So go fuck yourself and get the fuck outta here."

He looked at you with wide eyes and all his anger came back.

"He touched you," he growled.

"Do you have any idea how many times men act like jerks? He was probably drunk anyway. And I could handle it myself. I don't need a fucking Neanderthal man to protect me in a crowded bar"

Tears were starting to appear at the corners of your eyes. it was too much for you. His reaction at the pub, that scene between you, you were cracking up realizing that everything had gone wrong in such a short time. You didn't understand his insecurity and it pissed you off and made you sad.

All of his anger went down at once. He sat down on a chair and put his head in his hands. " 'm sorry. I'm sorry... I... I don't know what happened to me. I... don't know what I was thinking. I'm fucking ashamed of myself. I don't know… I've been so scared and got angry. It was an instinct... Fuck. 'm sorry."

“Scared? What were you scared of?” He shook his head and didn't answer.

You sighed “Joel… you scared me there. Really”

“I'm sorry I... It wasn't directed at you. Not for a moment. I couldn't stand seeing him insisting and laying his hand on you.”

You were lost and didn't know how to react. You weren't used to that kind of rash reaction. Joel had lost control and you weren't expecting it. Seeing him so miserable broke your heart.

"Joel…"

You approached him gently, he took your waist in his arms, put his head against your belly and hugged you like a child.

You put your hands against his head. You didn't know if you were still mad, if you wanted to reassure him, or if you wanted… Something else. You felt the warmth within you awaken. Felt that shadow jump deep inside you. That darkness.

He looked up at you, you stared at each other for a few seconds. And his eyes went dark. He got up and kissed you gently, stepped back, waiting for your reaction. Seeing that you didn't reject him, he kissed you again, more violently, your face between his hands, teeth against teeth, tongue against tongue. He bit your lip gently then licked it.

"So you're not mine, huh?"

His words made your pussy clentch.

You backed away, gauging his attitude. Assessing if you could go further. If he had regained control. You said "my safe word is "arrow". Understand me?" He nodded. He understood what you wanted. You hesitated a few moments, time to make sure that you were ready to play that game, and if Joel was capable of it too.

"No Joel, i'm not yours."

You stared at each other again. You lowered your gaze to his lips, and bit yours. He grinned.

Your words confirmed, more than any way you had fucked so far, that there was definitely something dark in you. And that it was not him who managed things between the two of you. It was you, all along. Bringing him where you wanted to go. And he loved that, knowing that you were sure of yourself and your desires, and that you chose him to express that darkness. He felt like the two of you were a perfect match, more than ever. He allowed himself to think so. His insecurity was at rock bottom right now, and he was ready to give you anything you wanted.

"Yeah... well we're gonna see ‘bout that," he said.

He undid his belt slowly, and took it off and threw it on the floor. Then he unzipped his jeans, without lowering them. He squeezed his crotch in the palm of his hand and walked over to you, ripping your blouse open and popping all the buttons. He kissed you, sliding his tongue in your mouth and mingling it with yours. The zipper of his jeans pressed against your lower abdomen, you felt his cock against your pussy.

He undid your bra and took off your pants and panties. Then he pulled his cock out of his jeans and boxers. You looked at his erect member and bit your lip again. He caressed himself slowly while looking at you.

"On your knees."

You didn't move.

"Not gonna repeat myself."

You knelt down and looked at him. He was still holding his cock in his hand, still jerking off slowly.

"Suck", he commanded.

You dripped your saliva on his cock. You took it in your hand and jerked it off, from the tip to his hand, and you surrounded it with your lips, still looking at him.

“Gonna fuck your mouth” He took your head in his hands, and started to fuck your mouth slowly. He clenched your hair in his fists, digging deeper with each movement. You were still staring at him, until you choked on his cock. You pulled back to catch your breath, then he grabbed the back of your head with one hand, his cock in the other, and slid it down until it touched the back of your throat. "Don't move", he said. You waited, full of his cock, and he released you.

“Get up. I'm not gonna cum in your mouth. Would be too easy”. He waved you up the stairs and followed you, like the first night you fucked, weeks ago. Once in your bedroom, facing you, he pushed you slowly back against the bed, until the backs of your knees bumped against it. You lay down with your legs apart and bent. He took off his pants and boxers and knelt down.

“You’re fucking soaked. Bet you were.” He licked you for a long time, and inserted his fingers inside you. You moaned. “Come in my mouth. Give it to me” Your orgasm floored you, your fists clenching his brown curls.

He licked his fingers, looking at you “Mine". You shook your head, challenging him. Intoxicated by his attitude.

He grabbed you and pulled you up on the bed. “Spread your thighs.” You didn’t move.

“Fuck… you’re really testing me.” He pushed your legs apart, forcibly, lay down between them and brutally penetrated you. You suffocated.

“Take my fucking cock” He said, as he settled a brutal path. You couldn't speak, only moan, your legs around his waist to feel him deeper.

“Mine?” he scolded.

“F… shit. Fuck… no"

“For Christ sake…” He grabbed you and rolled you back against the bed, face down. His hands spreading your ass, he licked the ring already wet from your wetness which had flowed over it since he had eaten your pussy, and pressed his thumb against your ring. He tickled it with his finger, forcing it little by little until he inserted it in your tight hole. He pulled out, spread your cheeks, spat on your hole and took his cock in his hand

Suddenly you got scared. Of his power, of the upcoming pain. That it would be too much. "No Joel!" You turned your head to look at him.

He stopped immediately. “No?”

You shook your head. He stared at you, stopping time for a few moments.

“Ok baby” He thrust into your pussy and fucked you, slowly but powerfully, laying down with all his weight on top of you. You heard him growl in your ear. Your closeness, his body leaning against yours, made you lose your mind.

“Turn around sweetheart”

And that time, you did as he said. You stared at each other again, but his eyes were soft.

He took your cheeks in his hands and kissed you softly. He took his cock in his hand and slid it inside you, gently, all the way. He moaned longly.

“You’re so tight... So tight for me baby”. He was fucking you slowly, but so deeply. Kissing your lips, your cheek, your neck, your collarbone. His nose brushed everything he could reach. His movements were gentle, but with each thrust he sank deeper, his face nestled in the crook of your neck.

“I'm yours, Joel" you murmured. You heard him rumble against your ear and hugged him tight, feeling the emotion wash over you but not wanting to confess them openly.

“ ‘m gonna cum baby. Come for me please.”

You tilted your pelvis so you could feel the pressure of his lower abdomen against your clit. Savoring the surge of pleasure you felt. He came, sending his spurts of cum deep inside your pussy. His spasms triggered your orgasm and you came hard, while your nails dug into his shoulders.

You stayed like that, waiting for your breaths to calm down.

“You stopped… even though I didn't say my safe word.”

“Didn't need to. I knew you weren't playing anymore."

You felt your heart flatter again.

He finally pulled out, rolled onto his back, and pressed you against him, your head resting on his broad chest.

He sighed. “I don't know how to say what I want to tell you. I don't know how to talk about it sweetheart.”

“Give it a try?” you told him slowly.

"Damn… look, I don't do relationships. Huh... usually. But…” He paused, then: "if you want, I would like to try with you."

“I’d really like it too, Joel” you brushed his neck with your nose and kissed it. Your heart was pounding. He kissed your forehead. You stayed like that, until he felt your breathing slow and your muscles relax.

“I love you”, he whispered in your hair, while you slept. You growled at him, and hugged him tighter in your sleep.

He looked at you in the moonlight, relieved that things could be expressed so easily, and worried that his heartbeat was struggling to slow down.

Part 4

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milla-frenchy · 10 months ago

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This is so hot 🥵🔥

could you do something with Joel Miller or Pedro Pascal himself involving him being jealous? ending in smut for sure

a/n; i love this, thanks for your patience and i hope you like it! <3

jealousy fuck

joel miller x fem reader!

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, sex in public spaces, orgasm denial, breeding kink, possessiveness, jealousy, unprotected piv sex (guys wrap it before you fucking tap it), cream pie, hickeys, heavy-make out, degradation, teasing, edging, dirty talking, choking, praise, name calling (pretty girl, baby girl…), finger fucking and oral (r receiving)…

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!

imagine joel being jealous of some dudes that have been laughing a little too hard at whatever you were saying and buying you a little too many drinks. they were attractive, and young. younger than he was. that he didn’t like. what if you decided that he wasn’t worth it? that you deserved something a little better?

it was around the fourth cup that they had bought you that he decided he had had enough.

you couldn’t even say goodbye to the pair of guys that were spending their whole fucking wallets on you —not that you wanted to— before he was pulling you away from them with a scowl on his face.

his hands were warm as he pulled you tight against his side, and his feet were quick to push the two of you out on the streets. it was a warm summer night, and the breeze hit the exposed skin that your dress displayed.

the brick wall was the next thing that hit your skin, more precisely your back as joel pushed you against it, lips latched to your neck, hands tugging you impossibly closer to his chest. you couldn’t help but hum, your hands finding his hair. you could feel the roughness of his touch, of the marks that he was leaving on your neck, or the way he pushed one of his legs in between your own.

“joel…” you sighed, and he groaned.

“i’ve had to watch those fucking assholes try and fuck you all night, try to get a taste of what belongs to me…” you let out a breathy moan, the possession in his eyes making you tremble, his hands pushing your hips down so you could grind your aching burning push on his thigh.

“shit, joel!” you whimpered, your back arching when his jeans rubbed your clit just the right way. “somebody is gonna…, somebody is gonna see us…” you sighed, but he was distracting you a little bit too well with his wondering hands. you were hidden on the dark and deep alley beside the bar. you could hear people having fun inside, for fucks sake!

“let them. gonna show them who you fucking belong to.” he groaned, and before you knew it he was making you bend over and push your soft palms against the rough bricks of the wall, his hand pushing aside your panties. he grunted when he felt just how wet you were for him. “fucking slut… you like this shit, huh? playing with me until i can’t take it anymore? fuck you where anyone could hear us, see us?” his fingers were sliding through your wet folds, teasing your twitching hole, rolling your engorging clit… you nodded, tears sliding down your cheeks by the time he was fucking two of his fingers inside your tight drooling walls. “of course you do…, my dirty little girl. always wanting me to get a little rough with her, isn’t that right baby?” you moaned, his fingers curling and hitting your g spot, although he quieted you with his left hand around your neck, choking you. “shh, nice and quiet. you can take it.” you gasped for air, your back arching and ass dragging against his boner. he groaned.

“joel…” you whimpered. “fuck me, please…” you begged, needing his cock to stretch your pussy just how good you knew it could, needing him to fuck you dumb.

“shit. you want me to fuck you baby? want me to fuck you raw and fill you up? leave you dripping for me for the rest of the night?” you nodded, pleading, crying out when his fingers pushed out of your needy cunt to unbuckle his pants. he cooed. “it’s okay baby girl, gonna give you what you want. gonna fuck you all nice and full baby, gonna leave this pretty cunt of yours drooling for all of them to see.” you moaned, and his tip was gliding through your lips, lubing himself up before harshly plunging his cock inside. you gasped as he started to relentlessly fuck you, his thrusts hard and angry.

you whimpered, voice all broken and airy as he was still choking you, keeping you in place as he fucked into you over and over again, hitting your g spot, splitting you open ‘til the point where it almost hurt. almost.

“you thought they could fuck you like this, hm? you thought they could make you feel how i do?” he gritted his teeth, spanking your ass and kissing your neck, making you cry out. “you’re mine.” he groaned, fucking you deeper. fuck, he was driving you insane.

“‘m yours joel. only yours, fuck!” you whined, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his free hand started to play with your clit, making your legs buckle and almost fall, except he was there to hold you up, to pull you closer to his chest… you were babbling. your orgasm so close your pussy was throbbing and tightening around him. “gonna cum, gonna cum!” there were tears ruining your makeup, mascara all fucked up. it was sight for sore eyes.

“not yet.” he growled, and you whimpered, feeling about to explode. but you knew that you’d be in trouble if you came before he had given you permission. “gonna fill you first. gonna breed this sweet cunt of yours baby. gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

“yes, yes, joel fuck! come inside! inside please!” you pleaded, desperate to feel him fill you to the brim, desperate to be able to cum.

and he did, grunting, warm spurts of his cum coating your walls and making you moan. you whimpered when just as fast as it happened, it went away. joel pulled his cock out, making you cry out, feeling his cum leaking from your needy hole. your high was fading, your orgasm going away.

“nonononono! please joel, please, i was so close!” you babbled, but he just soothed you as he pulled up your underwear once again, covering your used and dripping soppy pussy.

“shhh…” he whispered, drying the tears out of your cheeks. “you didn’t really think i would let you cum after having being a tease all fucking night, did you?” he smiled, but you knew the mean demeanor that engulfed him. “be a good girl for me and keep my cum warm for me until later, hm? if you do i’ll clean it up for you once we get home.” you looked into his eyes and nodded, your stomach burning in desire. if you did well… you’d get to feel joel’s tongue. he will reward you. and you loved his rewards. “atta girl.” he kissed you, dirty and sloppy, leaving you wishing for more, cunt throbbing in need to feel him again. you could still feel his warm cum dampening your panties as it dribbled out your stretched hole. “let’s go back inside baby.”

the rest of the night? you spent it on joel’s lap, kissing him and trying to muffle your moans on his neck when he’d discretely fuck his cum all back inside and deep your cunt with his fingers.

and when you got back home. he took care of you. with you on your back and his head in between your thighs. for hours and hours. until you were completely clean…

just to make a mess out of you all over again.

pedro pascal masterlist! <3

xxx

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punkshort · 5 months ago

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It didn't mean anything

An I Know Who You Are drabble

Thank you anon for this request!

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel finds out about your history with Ben for the first time.

Warnings: language, smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex, possessive!joel (might be a bit over the line but i got carried away, sue me), jealous!joel, edging, rough sex but turns soft (bc of course)

WC: 2.1K

A/N: this is a request I had for a series I wrote but I think it could be read on its own.

"Where's my fuckin' glasses?" Joel roared from upstairs.

"Wherever you left them last!" you shouted back from the kitchen. You were tired and just wanted to go to bed but Joel was really starting to piss you off, so you made an excuse to come down to the kitchen to cool off.

It wasn't working.

"I left 'em on my goddamn book where I always leave 'em. You were movin' shit around up here today, you must've done somethin' with 'em," you heard him snap from the depths of your shared bedroom. You rolled your eyes and dug your fingers into the back of a chair to try to ground yourself. You knew his anger was misplaced. It wasn't really about the glasses.

Tonight at dinner you made one little innocuous comment about an old flame, Ben, another resident of Jackson, completely forgetting you hadn't found the chance to tell Joel about him yet, and it was all downhill from there.

Your relationship with Joel was still new. Well, not really.

It was and it wasn't.

This part of your relationship was new. Living together, sharing your lives together, loving each other... all of that was new. The sex was not new.

So maybe it was a little bit your fault for not telling Joel about Ben sooner. But it was the middle of the goddamn apocalypse and things like that didn't really cross your mind anymore. Besides, what you had with Ben didn't mean a thing. It was for comfort and stress relief on both sides, no feelings were involved whatsoever. And if that wasn't enough, Ben was also currently in a loving, committed relationship with your mutual friend, Lisa.

Joel didn't seem to care about any of that. He was still worked up, stomping around upstairs, slamming drawers shut and muttering under his breath.

It was really fucking annoying.

His heavy footsteps thundering down the stairs was the next thing you heard and you braced yourself for more of his attitude. Storming into the kitchen, he pushed things around on the counters as if his glasses could be hidden behind the flour while you stood at the table glaring at him. When he inevitably was unsuccessful, he spun around angrily with his hands on his hips.

"You gonna help me look or you just gonna stand there?"

With your nostrils flared and your jaw clenched, you marched across the kitchen, coming to a halt directly in front of him. Without breaking eye contact, you lifted an arm above his head and plucked his glasses from his hair, then blindly dropped them on the counter.

"Well?"

His eyes shifted to the glasses and back to you as he tried to hide his embarrassment.

"I'm goin' to bed," he muttered, leaving the glasses and heading for the stairs.

You scoffed in disbelief. "What? I don't get a thank you?"

He whipped around and stalked back over to you, his reaction so fast it startled you and had you backing up against the kitchen wall.

"What else should I thank you for? Hm?" he asked lowly, bracketing both arms on the wall on either side of your head. He stared down at you, anger rolling off him in waves, eyes dark and fuming. "Should I thank you for makin' me feel like a fuckin' idiot tonight? For not tellin' me somethin' you know I shoulda known 'bout months ago?"

"I already apologized, Joel! What more do you want from me? You didn't tell me about Angie until-"

"That was different an' you know it!" he yelled, smacking the wall beside you with the flat of his hand. "We weren't together then! You weren't livin' with me, sleepin' in my bed-"

"Goddamnit, Joel! It didn't mean anything!" You were mere inches apart, your hot, angry breath fanned over his face with every word. "I-I never even think about him like that! He was the only fucking guy I knew and I just wanted to get my mind off of the end of the fucking world every now and then!"

"I don't want you seein' him," he said, his tone threatening. "Ever. You pass him in the street, you just keep walkin'. He's on fuckin' fire, it ain't your problem."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" you seethed, but the arousal was already pooling warm between your legs. "You think you can tell me what to do?"

"Yeah, I do," he said through clenched teeth, then grabbed your jaw with one of his big hands. "'Cause you're mine."

You whimpered when his mouth crashed down on yours, teeth and tongues colliding messily as he pulled you off the wall. Your fingers twisted in his flannel, tugging and pushing him this way and that, acting as if you had any fight in you whatsoever.

"Shit," you gasped when his mouth traveled down to your neck and his hand cupped your aching core through your jeans. He applied some pressure with the tip of his fingers, locating your clit with practiced ease, and you tipped your head back with a moan. Your fingers that were once wrestling with the fabric of his shirt were now lost in his hair, holding the back of his head in place so he had no choice but to suck and bite marks across your collarbone.

His fingers were moving fast over the seam of your jeans, rubbing and pinching your sex through the thick denim, dragging you to the precipice just to deny you your orgasm at the last moment by pulling his hand away.

You whined and tugged his hair as hard as you could, trying to make it hurt, but he just chuckled and straightened back up. "Turn around."

Obediently, you swiveled around and braced your hands on the counter, your breath coming in sharp, excited pants as he unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down to your knees, your underwear quickly following.

He dipped one thick finger into your folds from behind and your back instantly arched. You felt his belt digging into the flesh of your ass when he ground his hips against you and brought his mouth to your ear. "You're so fuckin' wet, baby. You like workin' me up like this?"

You bit your lip and closed your eyes when he slid his finger inside your leaking cunt. "Maybe," you whispered, then moaned when he curled his finger inside you, purposely teasing you by not giving you enough. Just as quickly as he gave you his finger, he took it away, leaving you feeling hopelessly empty again.

"I think you do. And I think you need me to remind you why you're in my bed every night 'n not his."

Your thing with Ben ended before you even arrived in Jackson, before you even knew who Joel was, so to imply he was even remotely some type of competition was ridiculous. But when you heard the jingle of his belt and the metallic zip of his jeans being undone, you decided it to point that out another time.

"Fuck!" you cried out when he entered you with one quick thrust. Your arm shot backwards, hand searching for some part of him to hold on to. His hand found yours and laced your fingers together before looping both your arms around your front, holding you close. He was breathing heavily in your ear, giving you a few moments to gather yourself and allow your walls to relax around his girth.

"Fuck," you said again, but this time it was breathier and more at ease. The initial sting was fading with every shaky breath and even though he was driven by jealousy and irrational anger, he didn't want to hurt you. He never wanted to hurt you. At the end of the day, he knew how you felt about him and that was all that mattered, so he gave you as much time as you needed before experimentally rolling his hips. You moaned his name and pushed your ass against him, urging him to continue.

With one of his hands still bonded with yours across your ribs and the other spread wide and flat over the cool counter next to your hip, he bent forward and slammed into you a little rougher, a little harder, until the mixed sounds of your skin slapping together and the lewd wetness from your pussy filled the air.

"He ever fuck you like this? Make you feel as good as I do? Huh?" he groaned into your neck. Your body jolted forward against the edge of the counter with every forceful thrust, knocking the wind out of you but you managed to shake your head and offer a weak no.

You wished you could spread your legs wider but you were restricted by the material bunched around your knees, so instead you arched your back and pushed your ass back against his hips. Again and again, you rocked your hips onto his cock, matching his rhythm as sweat began to collect on the back of your neck and the muscles in your stomach tightened. Joel flattened his tongue against your skin, drinking down your sweat with a deep moan.

"Taste so good, sweetheart. Feel s'good too... fuck - yeah, yeah - keep doin' that."

You whined and tilted your head to the side, searching for his mouth. When you found it, you hungrily slanted your lips together, tongue invading, licking past his teeth while your free hand reached back to splay wide across the side of his face.

You gasped when the tip of his cock brushed against something inside you that made your vision wobble. Your nails raked pathetically against his skin and your walls clenched around him, silently begging for more when words failed you.

"I love you," he whispered, hips still ruthlessly crashing into you, forehead pressed against your hair, hot breath panting in your ear.

"I love you, too," you mumbled back. "S-so deep like this, Joel, fuck," you whimpered, brows pinching together as you struggled for air. Your legs tensed and your eyes flashed wide open, searching for him as you felt yourself near your peak. His eyes were dark and filled with animalistic desire as he laid claim to you in the middle of your kitchen, and even though his jealousy was severely misplaced, it fanned the flames of excitement inside you.

You were his, and he was yours.

The coil snapped and you sobbed his name, body going rigid under his touch but he fucked you through it, to not only prolong your orgasm but to join you, as well.

"Oh, god," he mumbled repeatedly, his thrusts becoming sloppy, his hands flexing and breath growing ragged before pulling out and spilling himself all over your backside with a heavy groan.

Your upper body slumped across the counter, arms spread wide, eyes squeezed shut. Your legs trembled as you fought to remain upright but soon it wouldn't be your concern. Joel grabbed the nearest dish towel and cleaned you up before dragging your underwear and jeans back up, leaving them unbuttoned, before hastily doing the same to his own so he could gently lift you into his arms.

"You okay?"

You hummed and nodded sleepily against his chest. To your surprise, he bent down to scoop you up with one arm under your knees and he carried you to the couch, setting you down carefully and brushing the loose strands of hair from your face. He stayed there with you, quietly kneeling next to the couch, rubbing soothing circles over your arm, your stomach, your hips until you finally opened your eyes with a sigh. His head was resting against his forearm but he lifted it up when he heard you and gave you a little grin. You smiled back and brushed the pad of your thumb over one of his eyebrows, taking in every fine line, scar and freckle over his beautiful face.

"You don't have to be so jealous, you know. There's nothing to worry about."

He snorted and nipped at your thumb. "I know."

You bit your lip and playfully tapped the tip of his nose. "But maybe we can do that again sometime because that was really hot."

He chuckled and pressed his hands into the cushion of the couch so he could stand with a groan, fingers digging into his lower back with a wince. "You're gonna be the death of me one day."

You giggled and forced yourself to stand, not even bothering buttoning your jeans as you headed for the stairs. "You coming?" you asked him over your shoulder. He nodded.

"Lemme lock up and turn the lights off."

You yawned and continued up the steps, a little smirk pulling at your lips when you reached the top, and you paused.

"Don't forget your glasses."

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ravensmadreads · 1 year ago

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Unhinged totally unasked for thots about Riding Pedro Boys

Authors Note: So this came from me chugging entirely too many energy drinks and then projectile vomiting in Taylors inbox. I'd like to warn you that: English isn't my first language, I have never written smut before, I'm not a real writer, and also I'm trash goblin levels of unhinged about this. That being said; Enjoy and uhh. Forgive me Fandom

JAVIER PEÑA

Javier Pena doesn't let you do it.

Don't @ me LISTEN! (YES I STARTED OFF WITH A CONTROVERSIAL THOT FUCKING BITE ME.)

That man does not have the time, or the patience, or the good sense (the sense is at the other end) to let you ride. He needs the control okay? And sometimes it's not even about the control ! It's the frustration. It piles and piles and piles until he snaps. He needs to do. He will bend you over and work his frustration away until he has had enough and you let him because he needs it. (And lets be real he makes it worth your while every single time)

BUT. When he finally fucking retires, and gets a ranch, and breaths air not tinged with the smells of death, cigarettes and guns for the first time in however many years, and maybe drinks some fucking water, he takes you out on a date. He fumbles through the entire thing, panics because he thinks he blew it, still manages to get you home, gets ridden for the first time in like 6 years, and can't walk straight for an entire day and stammers every time someone asks him why.

JAVIER GUTIERREZ

Javi G loves it. He loves watching you. Gets all puppy dog wide eyed (remember the pool scene face??? Thats it.) and you have to really focus because his look of straight up wonder and awe and bright eyed eagerness makes you want to cry. He's panting like he's running a marathon, running his big hands EVERYWHERE he can reach. He makes you feel worshipped and adored and so very very loved. Thanks you after. For being so amazing, and so wonderful to him, and thanks the universe that he found you. Cause he's sap. You definitely cry after.

JOEL MILLER

(Watch me be controversial again) Joel is fucking tired okay? He has old man bones and creaky joints and his back is achy. Patrol was agony, Jesse wouldn't shut up the entire time, and Tommy was giving him shit, and he has no energy to drill anyone into the mattress (as much as we all want him to). He's just plain tired. He likes you on top. Likes it slow (like a roast chicken on a sunday slow). Enjoys the gradual build up, likes to lean back, watch with half open eyes as you take your time. Wants to indulge in something beautiful at the end of the world, and that something is you. He makes sexy grunting noises, mutters a whole lot of praise ~and filth~ and just y'know. Savours it. 🫠🫠🫠 savours you. 🫠

DIETER BRAVO

Dieter is a maniac. (Leave him alone he has adhd!!) He can't still still for the life of him so you best believe he changes positions 6 times and the only way you're getting to ride is if you're also putting some weight elsewhere. To hold him down! You squeeze his neck once and he MELTS. INSTANTLY. Loses all sense. Starts babbling and whimpering and making extremely pathetic noises. Will definitely buck up and whine. PRAISES YOU. BEGGING. LOUD NOISES.

MAX PHILLIPS

Max is a heathen. He just likes watching you bounce. That's it. That's the post :p

MARCUS PIKE

Marcus P is a romantic. He will be doing the whole "lean forward and try to get kisses in between" while also "moaning and maintaining eye contact" and he's holding you so tight , squeezing your sides and also muttering declarations of love. About how he wants a life with you, and a family, and a home, and a future. How he's going to "make you so happy baby, I promise I will, I swear to you". Doesn't let you off for from on top of him for atleast a half hour after; kissing all over your face and rubbing your back and petting your hair "I meant all of it sweetheart. I want all of you." shsbzgwgsvsg ilovehimsomuch and I've only ever seen gifsets of this man what is wrong with me

MARCUS MORENO

Marcus M is A MENACE. He wears his stupid glasses, and has his stupid shirt off, while he does stupid taxes/meeting plans in bed. You keep throwing side glances and getting increasingly wound up and he just has this gentle smirk but he's mostly ignoring you. You sidle up to him and maybe start kissing his jaw, laying gentle pecks down his neck, and he's still fukcungh working "Baby. I need to finish this. I'm sorry, you need to wait." But that smirk is still there and it's driving you crazy and maybe you keep kissing until you reach his *coughs* and then you're working on getting him interested. You can still hear the fucking pen scratching though and so you go deeper, and he raises an eyebrow. "be good now honey" You're settling in his lap and he has you sitting there until he has finished his paperwork with you whimpering and trying not to squirm because you want to be good you really do and you know he'll make it so much better but he feels so good and when he's finally finally done you get to move but you're so wound up you can't pull yourself together enough to find a rhythm and you're nearly in tears and he has to grip your sides and murmur instructions in your ear and help you until you're satisfied and just when you think he's done, and about to flip you over, he adjusts his grip and starts moving from underneath you until you're crying and he's finished ~which doesnt happen until you've come 2 more times~

DAVE YORK

Dave. Oh my gosh Dave. Dave is a strict dom if ever there was one. With him it's a punishment. He'll tell you to hold off until he's done which is freaking impossible with how deep he gets, and how he likes to warm up his hands on your butt while you're trying desperately to hold onto that last thread of control. He is muttering absolute filth, holding your arms behind your back with one hand while the other is either laying smack after smack or rubbing you furiously all the while he's got the smuggest look. "Don't you dare baby. Be a good girl now. Listen and obey for once". But you can't because he's not fair and he knows it. And when you do finally fall apart he's clenching his teeth trying to hold back himself and his hands are holding you up as you gasp his name like it's the only word you know. He's running his hands down your back and kissing you softly and helping you catch your breath and when you finally get your heart to stop pounding and look up at him, he's watching you with this dangerously soft smile and he goes "oh you're in for it now aren't you honey?" and kisses your forehead while you try not to whimper.

FRANKIE MORALES

Frankie is a soft boy. He loves it. Craves it. He loves giving up control. Wants you to tie him up and have your way until he has no thoughts left in that pretty little head. He is swearing like an absolute sailor the entire time, calling you ma'am, begging to be released so he can kiss you and touch you, absolutely nearly breaks the head board once he was so desperate. Wants to be edged but also is the biggest WIMP about it. Will pout and swear and beg and plead but then want you to deny him again. Will definitely be mumbling absolute nonsense once you're done. Needs all the aftercare. Blushes pink when he gets it. Wraps himself around you like a HUGE koala bear after. ~and returns the edging favour 3 times over when he gets in his Captain Francisco Morales Mood~

JACK DANIELS

BONUS TWO I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT and tumblr won't let me put gifs for:

Jack makes every single cowboy joke known to man. You have to put your hand on his mouth to get him to shut the hell up. His eyes get all glassy when you do. He puts his hat on top of your head and busies himself in your neck (dual benefits: A. He shuts up and B. HICKIES) will definitely drag you on top of him in his Bronco (he likes to show off) will pull up on the side of the road almost 70% of the times you drive together. Bites you over your clothes. Loves the way you grab desperately at this leather jacket. Definitely makes you bend over and 'clean up the mess sugar' before driving like the hounds of hell are after him all the way back home and doing it all over again because "we gotta make you a mama now love"

PERO TOVAR

Pero got married after he came back and retired as a sell sword. His wife is a soft but sassy thing who's a little (read: not at all, she returns his snark twice over) intimidated by him but also thinks he's a good man because he saved her village from raiders. She has seen him grumble and snark at but then also share his food with the orphans who works at the village inn. She's inexperienced (let me live my victorian life) and he doesn't really think he deserves her but also he's not so much an idiot to say no to someone like her. She's the village "healer" and he met her when he got stabbed by one of the raiders (arm wound: not serious.) He has to teach her. She gets shy and flustered, which is a total 180 from her sassy self, and Pero loves it. She makes the most amazing sounds that have him thinking that maybe he did something right in his life to end up in her arms. She wants to please her new husband and asks her married friends for advice and they tell her about this new position. So she asks him, stuttering and tripping over words, if she could try something she heard about? From a friend? She straddles him and Pero loses his mind. He's closing his eyes and clenching his jaw so hard and she's whimpering in the most DELICIOUS way and he's trying so hard to hold back and let her take her pace and she's so worried "am I not doing it right?" Pero has to take 3 deep breaths before he's centred enough to answer and then he helps her. Puts his hands on her hips to guide her. Puts one of her hands on his shoulder "steady now pequenita" and puts the other low on her belly and presses in so she can feel him. Loves the way she cries out. Bends forward to leave little marks everywhere he can reach. She's scrambling at his chest, leaving nail marks he loves, and finally grabbing his hair and pulling until he groans. And when they're both done and sated and sweaty he kisses her, looks her in the eye and winks. "I'm going to have to go thank your friend now, mi esposa."

DIN DJARIN

Din and you dont have time. The razor crest is finally in hyperspace, you got shot at for the 50th time in 2 weeks, (because Murphys Law seems to be the only law Mando never breaks), you're exhausted, sweaty, and the giggly green monster of chaos only made you chase him down from the top of a weapons cabinet twice before he finally decided to take a nap. You're frustrated, and in desperate need of a shower, and a nap, but also you can't get the image of Mando fighting out of your head. Before you know it, the hormones have taken over and you're attacking him in the pilot seat. The bucket is off (I refuse to look at my own reflection in the tin cans helmet while we do the do), he's got you arching into him, your shirt is half torn from the top because Din refuses to wait for "so many fucking buttons Meshla" the gloved hand is squeezing the back of your neck, his mouth is on your chest, his other hand (you only managed to get one glove off) is splayed out on your back. You're riding him like you're trying to break him and his thigh holster? thing (do i look like i can figure out what they're called?) is digging marks into your skin but you're too turned on to care. It's frantic, it's messy, you're PRAYING the tiny green menace stays asleep as you do your best to muffle your sounds. The refresher isn't big enough for a round two, (you still do your best), and your legs feel like jelly, when you finally pass out; curled up on top of the human space heater while he hums Mando'a in your ear.

*****

TAGGING: @chronically-ghosted (you are a menace but ily)

@fuckyeahdindjarin (here I go trying that writing thing again, stop me pls)

#raven writes #i apologize for all of this #idk what came over me #i was possessed #and taylor refused to sedate me #javier pena x reader #dieter bravo x reader #javier gutierrez x reader #joel miller x reader #marcus moreno x reader #marcus pike x reader #dave york x reader #pero tovar x reader #din djarin x reader #max phillips x reader #frankie morales x reader #jack daniels x reader

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milla-frenchy · 8 months ago

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Such a great fic 😍😍😍😍

Love a grumpy, possessive, Jackson!Joel 🥵

Yes please 🫠🫠🫠🫠

but I would die for you in secret

summary: The relationship you have with Joel Miller is… complicated, and you’re not entirely sure what to even call it. There’s the fact no one can know, so his kid doesn’t find out, and you’re pretty sure he’s ashamed of your age difference—he’s not your boyfriend, but you only fuck each other; this thing started months ago, and Joel does not like it when men give you attention, because he wants you all to himself. But again, he’s not your sexy, older boyfriend.

pairing: Joel Miller/f!reader

rating: E (18+!! No y/n, porn with some plot, explicit smut, Possessive Joel Miller, Joel being a lil dominant, age gap (unspecified, reader is an adult), secret relationship, sneaking around, accidental voyeurism, edging, orgasm denial, mutual masturbation, dirty talk (so much), oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), rough sex, explicit consent, creampie, spanking, spit as lube, love confession, Good Parent Joel Miller, Ellie giving Joel so much shit, TLOU AU where Joel doesn’t lie to Ellie and they’re good when they get back to Jackson)

word count: 7.1k+

a/n: Hey! I needed a break from my long fic that I’ve been writing nonstop for five months, and I was really missing Joel and Ellie, so here we are. I hope you enjoy! Thank you to @juletheghoul for betaing!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!

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The relationship you have with Joel Miller is… complicated.

To start with, there’s the age difference. It doesn’t bother you at all, and why should it? You’re both consenting adults who know what they want, but he’s got this idea in his head that he shouldn’t be chasing someone so much younger than him and that you should be with somebody your own age—he mentions this almost every single time you’re alone together, and you've learned a simple flash of your tits or a sudden kiss will make those thoughts disappear.

Then there's the fact he isn't your boyfriend, yet you only fuck each other. His days are spent working whatever job he’s assigned here in Jackson and he’s at your place most nights after his daughter goes to bed—however, that’s a secret; No one can know about you two, even though Joel’s a tiny bit possessive and doesn't take kindly to other men giving you attention; which you're not one to judge because you can't stand when women flirt with him, especially Sandra, his next-door neighbor who won't leave him the fuck alone after the many times he’s told her he’s not interested.

So, again, he's not your boyfriend, but neither of you wants to fuck anyone else; whatever this thing is between you has been going on for over eight months, and he doesn’t want people to know you’re together—yet, any time he catches a man being too friendly with you, there's a 100% chance a grumpier than usual Joel will show up at your house that night, and at some point, while he’s fucking your brains out, he'll let a 'Mine' slip out.

Clearly, you have some kind of relationship with him, and it borders somewhere between fuck buddies and him being your boyfriend; where it gets confusing is it's not all sex with him. If his kid is staying over at a friend's, he'll show up at yours earlier than normal, and usually, with a movie he hadn't seen since the world ended or a record he thought you'd enjoy that you both listen to all the way through for him to tell you facts and anecdotes that he could possibly be the only person on the entire planet who knows.

If you need anything fixed around your house, he'll do it, and sometimes you don't even have to ask. You'll mention something, and the next thing you know, he's at your front door with a toolbox—sometimes, he uses doing repairs as a ruse so people will see him arriving at your place with his tools when, in actuality, he’s there to spend the day with you.

You’re also probably the only person, unrelated to him, he has actual conversations with; there’s hardly any grumbling or muttering.

There is a reason he won't acknowledge you’re dating, and it's his sixteen-year-old daughter whom he doesn't want to know he has a love life—it's to where Joel's basically taken the role of the rebellious teenager, sneaking out of his own home in the middle of the night to ensure she's unaware he left.

It's an accumulation of factors why she can't know. The big two, you think, are your age, and you know for sure he doesn't want Ellie to think she'll be any less important to him or that he's abandoning her if he's seeing someone—he worries she won’t take it well, and from what you know she's been through, you can understand why he’s being so protective.

Do you wish you could openly be in a relationship with Joel? Sure, it'd make you happy to shove it in Sandra, his stupid neighbor's face that he's taken.

That isn't a possibility, though, and honestly, what the two of you have is good, so you're not going to make a fuss about labels.

It's been a few nights since Joel has snuck over to your place, and you know why he hasn't stopped by—Ellie—she's sick with a cold, and to put things mildly, her father is freaking the fuck out that it could turn into something worse, and he won't let her out of his sight.

Now, if a person didn't want their child to know they were dating anyone, they’d keep them separated, right? Well, you live across the street from them—that's how you met Joel; he saw someone had moved into the tiny one-bedroom, one-bath home across from his and came over to introduce himself—and since you live across the way from him, and Ellie, the two of you have this, 'Just being a good neighbor,’ act, where any interactions you have in public, are under the guise that you’re just friendly neighbors. So, Ellie has spoken to you many times and has even invited you to hang out and eat meals with them at their house or in the mess hall, where Joel always does his damndest to act indifferent.

Joel left a simple note three days ago stating Ellie was feeling under the weather on your front door. The next day, you stopped by, as the good neighbor you are, to drop off some chicken soup you convinced the kitchen at the mess hall to make. Joel had let you in with a ‘Thanks’ and took the large bowl from you to the kitchen, and you followed the sounds of sniffles to the living room, where you found the teenager wrapped in a blanket on the couch, her stuffed-up voice exclaiming when she saw you in relief you were there so she’d have someone other than her dad to look at or talk to; obviously, she was tired of him, and with how he was hovering, and fussing over her like a mother hen, you would’ve been tired of him, too.

The man had bags under his worried eyes and looked like he hadn’t slept since she’d gotten sick. After he served her some soup and saw she was eating it, Ellie and you convinced him to take a nap while you hung out with his kid—the kid you’ve had a suspicion for a while knows there’s something up between you and her father, simply because every time the two of you are alone, she grills you about your love life.

The thing is, she always fishes for information you won’t give her, but she never seems bothered by the prospect of Joel dating; frankly, she’s supportive and wants him to be happy. However, that wasn’t something you could tell him because he’d probably end things with you immediately, so you’d have to wait for them to eventually have a heart-to-heart for him to find out—which, you’re not holding your breath with how bad they both are at talking to each other about their feelings.

And now it’s been over three days since you last got laid, and after having great sex regularly, the horniness is hitting you hard tonight, and you need to come.

It might be the dead of winter, but you’ve pushed the blankets to the end of your queen-sized bed, the old sheets not as soft as you imagined they’d once been when they were new, your bare, heated skin pressing into them. You’re lying in the middle of the mattress, your head cushioned by a pillow that’d lost its firmness long ago, your naked legs spread while your fingers rub at your swollen clit just right, the others pinching at your pebbled nipple to have the pleasure welling up inside you. You’ve been biting your bottom lip so much it’s sore, your breaths panting from your lungs, the wood stove in the living room keeping your house warm, and that, combined with your arousal, has a thin layer of sweat coating your body.

Sure, you can get yourself off, but the orgasm will be nowhere near as good as what Joel coaxes from you; it’ll take the edge off, at least, so you’ll feel a little better.

For the last hour, you’ve been building yourself up, almost hitting your peak, and stopping, edging yourself over and over again to try to make yourself come as hard as you can by your own hand to assuage some of your need—the sheets are wet under your ass where you’ve dripped onto them.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, thinking about that one night Joel saw some guy about your age at the bar laying it on thick to get you to leave with him, and how after you turned him down and left, a familiar presence followed you along the dark streets. You had to keep quiet when those big, gun-calloused hands you knew all too well pulled you into the stable that had nobody in it except the horses—Joel fucked you from behind against a wall, having to brace yourself with your arms on it. You remembered his palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds and him blanketing himself over your back to have his lips at your ear while he pounded into you hard and fast, quietly grunting about how you were his and that no one could make you feel as good as he did. There was no forgetting how his cock stretched open your cunt, or how before he sheathed himself inside you, you heard him spit on his fingers to slick himself up; the way he made you come around him while he circled your clit with those same digits. The memory of how he’d worked himself up so much he’d forgotten to pull out and spilled deep in your pussy, has you so close to coming by your hand you moan loudly, “Joel.”

“Stop,” the familiar gruff voice makes your eyes snap open as you gasp, immediately sitting up on your elbows.

There at the foot of the bed is the man on your mind—he must’ve taken off his winter jacket in the living room—his green flannel shirt is gaping from most of the buttons being undone, revealing his chest, his grey waves of hair looking to be slightly damp from melted snowflakes. What steals your attention is the fact his jeans are unbuttoned and open, and he’s slowly stroking his hard dick; from how the tip is angry red, leaking precum, and his shaft shines, he’s been watching and jerking off for some time.

“Joel,” his name comes out as a whisper, and your eyes flick up to his, finding them dark and staring hungrily between your legs at your glistening cunt.

You’re so happy to see him you’re not even mad he ruined your orgasm, knowing he’ll make it up to you.

“How many times have you made yourself come while I’ve been busy?” he asks, finally meeting your gaze, his expression grumpy.

“No-none,” you stammer.

His eyebrow lifts. “You lyin’ to me, sweetheart?”

“No.” You shook your head. “Are you mad at me…?”

His face pinches in confusion. “What? No. I’m not mad at you, baby. I’m mad at myself for leavin’ you hangin’.” He undoes the last two buttons on his shirt and shrugs it off for it to fall to the floor, pushing down his pants to step out of them, now standing before you completely naked.

His body is a tapestry of littered scars that tell of his fight to survive this long, some from injuries you’re sure should’ve killed him. Yet, somehow, if by spite or the grace of God, he managed to stay alive—your fingers have traced many of them, mapping the silvery and pink lines in the quiet of the night with only the glow of a bedside lamp. With what people have to do in order to keep living these days, they rarely like to share the stories behind their close calls to death. Still, there’s a jagged scar low on the right side of his stomach lesser men would have died from, you noticed the first time he took his shirt off, and you always wanted to know the story of. Surprisingly, he told you how he got it a few months into this not-not relationship when you asked.

Excitement pools in your belly, your pussy throbbing needily, watching as he climbs onto the bed to kneel in front of you, between your legs, down by your ankles.

“Touch yourself,” he orders and takes himself in hand again, languidly pumping his cock. “I wanna watch you make yourself come; then I’m gonna show you how I’m better than everyone, includin’ you, at gettin’ you off.”

Your cunt clenches because he is better, and the promise has you doing as he said, sliding your hand down to the apex of your thighs to rub your clit the way you like while you watch him fist his shaft. This isn’t the first time he’s watched you touch yourself, and you’re sure if it was anyone else, you’d feel embarrassed, but with how the desire is clear as he stares at what you’re doing, it spurs you on.

Having been so close to coming when he told you to stop, and now, it’s turning you on so much that he’s jacking off to what you’re doing, all of it is building you back up quickly, the familiar heat growing at the base of your spine.

“Just like that, baby,” he rasps and wets his bottom lip. “Keep rubbin’ that pretty pussy—did you miss me?”

“Yes.”

He hums in the back of his throat. “Missed how good I make you feel—how I stretch open that perfect cunt with my cock? Do I fuck you so good, you were thinkin’ about me to make yourself come?”

The strokes of his hand sound wetter, your arousal drooling onto the bedding while the muscles in your belly begin to tighten.

“Yes,” you gasp.

“That’s right, you were. So fuckin’ pretty spread out like this for me—I wanna taste you, shove my face in your pussy, and drown in it; just look at how you’re drippin’ for me.”

“Joel,” you moan. You’re so close it’s not going to take much more.

“God, I fuckin’ missed that sound; I missed hearin’ your voice and how good you smell, how soft your skin is, and the few hours I get to sleep next to you—come for me, baby. Come all over your fingers, and I’ll give you my dick—I’ll make those gorgeous eyes roll back in your head and give it to you so good, I ruin you for anyone else.”

He’s already ruined you for anyone else, and you doubt there’s another who’d fuck you as good as him.

It’s the thought that he’s yours and no one else can have him like this that sends you over the edge, your body seizing up as you come, pleasure erupting from your center as you moan his name.

He doesn’t give you a chance to recover, batting away your hand to dive in and bury his face in your wet heat. He shoves his tongue inside your soaked hole, groaning loudly as he laps at your come, your body trembling when he drags the flat of it up through your folds to suck your clit between his lips. Your fingers press into his hair, soft sounds leaving your throat at how good it feels.

The one orgasm isn’t enough—you need more, his mouth igniting arousal to burn hot in your belly, making you feel achingly empty. He’s licking up every bit of your need, coating your sex, moving to flick his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You’re feeling greedy; what he’s doing isn’t enough, and you want, no, need him inside you.

You pull at his hair as you tell him in a somewhat whiny tone, “Fuck me, Joel—stop making me wait.”

His chuckle vibrates into your sensitive skin before he rises to kneel with a groan. “Impatient.” He smacks your thigh. “Flip, ass up.” And it’s not a suggestion, his hands on your waist helping you to roll over, pulling your backside up into the air while your torso is against the sheets. Your knees are sinking into the bed and spread a little, putting yourself on display for him, the mattress jostling when he shuffles forward, feeling his body heat behind you. His palm lands on your asscheek hard, the sharp sting making you moan. “Now, ask me nicely to fuck you.”

You should’ve known he wouldn’t care for your lack of manners.

Your head is resting on your crossed arms in front of you.

“Joel, will you please fuck me?” you ask as sweetly as possible.

“Yes.”

The sound of him spitting on his fingers meets your ears, and you know he’s slicking himself up. One of his hands holds your hip, the other guiding his cock through the lips of your pussy to wet it even more, nudging your clit—it doesn’t seem like he’s in a mood to tease too much. Your eyes slip shut when he notches himself at your entrance and starts slowly feeding himself into you, your tight, velvety walls expanding to take the considerable girth of him, whining as he fills you. He slides all the way home, your cunt throbbing around him.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groans. “Is this what your needy little pussy wanted?”

“Yes,” you moan.

He’s as deep as he can go and pulls out until just the tip remains, and slams back into you hard enough to knock the air from your lungs—oh, this is going to be one of those times where he fucks you to the point your legs are too shaky to walk on afterward. The pace he sets is deliciously brutal and has your eyes rolling back, all thoughts leaving your brain, unable to think with how he’s pressing into so many heavenly spots, his grip tight on your waist.

The sounds in the room are obscene—the springs beneath you are squeaking, and there’s the noisy slap of his hips colliding with your ass, Joel grunting with each dull smack of his skin to yours, while you gasp out moans.

He’s fucking you so good, your orgasm is already taking shape, its fiery tendrils tightening in your core with each stroke.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he says through gritted teeth. “You’re so fuckin’ wet—I could live in this perfect pussy.”

His hand slaps your ass hard enough the crack echoes amongst the four walls, the sweet pain making you clench around him and press back into his thrusts, crying out his name.

“Does it feel good, baby?” he asks. “Did you miss getting fucked like this? You love this—this pussy is mine, isn’t it? You’re mine.”

He’s not wrong; you are his, and all you can do is mewl in reply, waves of your arousal seeping down his shaft to catch on his balls.

His gun-calloused hands adjust on your hips to get a better grip, pulling you back each time his dick impales you, fucking you harder and faster, hearing him panting behind you—the wet sounds of him working himself in and out of your drenched cunt, are loud, and lewd.

You’re so close; you’re just needing—

Joel leans forward to get his hand under your body to the swollen pearl of your clit, circling it how he knows you like it.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he grits out. “Let me have it—soak my cock with your come. Let me feel you—I know you’re almost there.”

That’s it—the knot in your belly winds tighter and tighter until the tension snaps, and you fall over the edge with a silent cry, your pussy clamping down on him hard enough that it slows his rhythm almost to a stop. Joel groans loudly while euphoria explodes out from your center, feeling it spread to your fingers and toes. Your brain goes blissfully blank, and your legs tremble under you like a leaf in the wind.

A gasp leaves you when he suddenly pulls out and flips you onto your back, taking his place between your spread thighs. He puts your legs high on his ribs, holding his weight on one arm while his other hand sheaths himself back inside you.

It’s not surprising that you’ve found yourself under his hulking frame with his hips snapping in and out of you—when you open your eyes, his are closed, his expression looking pained, and it’s his broad shoulders and head that take up your vision. This is how Joel wanted to fuck you from the start, but he’s a gentleman and did your preferred position first.

Your fingernails end up digging into the skin of his shoulder blades for something to hold on to, and he kisses over your chest to duck his head, wrapping his lips around a stiff nipple and sucking on it, the shock of pleasure causing a moan to slip from your throat. His breaths are heavy, and you know he won’t last much longer.

Your voice is hoarse when you speak, telling him what you know he needs to hear, “I missed you, Joel.” He whines. “I want you to come for me.”

His mouth leaves your breast to crash against yours, and you’d been wondering how long he’d go without kissing you—something about kissing while he fucks makes him come faster; maybe it’s the intimacy?

He’s told you the last woman he was with back in Boston wouldn’t kiss him because sex between them was just scratching an itch, and she wasn’t looking for anyone to replace her dead husband.

All you know is Joel loves kissing and touching—he’s admitted that he sleeps best with you snuggled against his back as the big spoon, which, you’ll never tell him, you think is adorable with how he scares people enough, they move out of his way when he walks down the street.

His kisses are fervent, and you give just as good as you get, welcoming his tongue when it presses between your lips, his pace speeding up. You love having him inside you, the way he fits all nice and snug to fill you completely. This is what you’ve been needing, and it’s perfect.

When his rhythm gets uneven, you expect him to pull out at any second to spill his release on your belly. What he does next, you’re not expecting.

Joel shoves his face into the crook of your neck, his facial hair scratching your skin, feeling his hot breaths.

He says something that’s too muffled to make out, so you pull on his hair to make him lift his head, finding his eyes dark and glazed over, looking totally and completely wrecked. His pace slows to him rocking in and out of you.

“What did you say?” you ask.

“Can I—” he pants. “Fuck, can I come inside you?”

The question has your tight walls constricting around him.

“Fuck,” Joel hisses, his eyes closing. “Please, can I?” he asks again.

The answer that immediately pops into your brain is ‘yes,’ but thinking about how the only times this man has finished inside you in the past were all accidents, you’re worrying he’s just pussy drunk and not thinking straight; that if you fell pregnant, something you didn’t mind, he’ll regret it.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

He looks at you and nods. “Yes, I know—” The consequences, he leaves unsaid. “—please.”

“Then yes, come for me, Joel—fill me up.”

He raggedly moans, his face falling into your neck again. His thrusts speed up and become frantic as he pounds into you, your heels digging into his ass, feeling the muscles flex. He works himself up until he presses into you one last time as deep as possible and comes with a guttural groan—his dick jerks inside you, and the hot spurts of his spend gush into your depths, filling you up. Electricity zips down your spine as you moan, your tight walls throbbing around him while he grinds his hips, fucking his come deeper.

The weight of his body is welcome when he eventually slumps onto you, and instinctively, your fingers slide into his hair, scratching your nails lovingly against his scalp, the man practically purring on top of you.

For the first time in three days, you feel happy and finally sated, loving how he’s stuffed you full of his cock, and come. There’s no talking as your heartbeats slow together and your breathing evens out, basking in each other’s presence. Your eyes are closed, and you’re choosing to ignore your shaky limbs.

It’s hard to imagine a life without Joel, which is odd since up until this point, most of it had been spent without him, or anyone really. What you actually mean is you don’t want to imagine a life without Joel and Ellie—you think she’s a great kid, and you have a soft spot for her; plus, she and her dad are a package deal. Then there’s Joel, who you’re absolutely and completely in love with, and it bothers you that you don’t know what this relationship between you is or if he even feels the same as you.

Minutes pass, the old, wooden bones of your house creaking as the winter wind gusts outside.

“Joel?” you break the silence.

“Mhmm?” he hums, nuzzling into your throat.

“What are we?”

“Huh?”

“What are we? Like, what is this thing that we’re doing?”

His head lifts, and he pulls out, rolling off you to lie beside you on his back, pressing his hands to his face.

“Somethin’ I shouldn’t be doin’ in the first place,” he finally answers.

You turn on your side toward him, propping your head up on your arm. “Take my age out of the equation.”

His palms lift, and he looks at you confused. “What do you mean?”

“For some fucking reason, you are stuck on my age—take it out of the equation; if that wasn’t a factor, would you openly date me?”

“Well, there’s Ellie—”

“—let’s pretend she doesn’t give a fuck about your love life,” you cut him off, “and actually wants you to be happy, and my age doesn’t matter—would you openly date me?”

“Yes.”

“So, you have feelings for me?”

“Of course.”

“Do you love me…?”

“Yes,” he whispers, covering his face again.

One word has your heart picking up in speed.

“I love you, too.”

His head whips in your direction with an expression of bewilderment.

“What?” he asks.

“I’m in love with you—have been for a while, and I’m fine with doing what we’ve been doing if that’s the only way I can be with you, but I kinda, sorta, would like it if you thought of us as a couple, and weren’t ashamed of me…”

A secret relationship? You’re fine with that. But Joel being ashamed of you? It fucking hurts.

“I’m not ashamed of you,” he says too quickly.

“Joel, if Ellie were okay with you having a love life, you wouldn’t openly date me because of how old I am—I’d just continue being your dirty little secret that one other person knows about.”

His eyes dart away, and the sigh he lets out is long and weary.

“I’m not ashamed of you,” he says. “I’m ashamed of myself for fallin’ for you and not bein’ able to give you the future you deserve. I just felt like I was stringin’ you along when you could be with someone who can offer you more, but I’m so fuckin’ selfish.” He looks at you. “I want you, and I don’t want anyone else to have you—I can’t let you go, even though I should cut you free.”

Your fingers brush back the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead. “I don't want anyone else, Joel—I want you, and you’re not stringing me along. I’m happy with you and any future I can have with you and Ellie.”

He’s frowning. “If only it were that simple,” he sighs.

This is a conversation you thought might make him end things with you, but maybe giving him a slight nudge will be okay—at least, you hope it will.

“It is that simple,” you tell him. “I’m gonna tell you something that if you can work up the nerve to talk to her about, she'll confirm it.”

His eyebrows furrow. “What?”

“Ellie doesn’t care if you date. She’s told me she wishes you weren’t such an asshole ‘cause then the only negative thing about you is how ugly you are, and people love ugly things all the time, and if someone loves you, then you won’t die alone, plus it’d hopefully make you happy, and she really wants you to be happy—that’s pretty much what she said word-for-word.”

His eyes close, and the sigh that leaves him is that of a father who’s real tired of their child’s shit, and you smile.

“That’s Ellie,” he says, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I’m not even sure how I should be feelin’ right now.”

“I hoped you’d be relieved at least, possibly even happy.”

He looks at you. “Yeah, I’m relieved and happy but also a little ticked at her embarrassin’ me like that.”

Scooting closer to him, you lay half on top of him with your arms folded on his chest, resting your chin on them to stare at his pretty face.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It was said out of love—she loves you.”

He sighs again, wrapping his arms around your bare back.

“I guess she does, even if she’s mean. Jesus, I can’t believe I just needed to talk to her sooner.”

“That’s usually how things work—it’s called communication, and you should talk to her.”

His eyes narrowed, and he smacked your ass, making you giggle. “There’s no need for the sass, sweetheart, and I was plannin’ on bitin’ the bullet and tellin’ her about us in the next couple of days.”

Your eyes widened. “You were? What?”

“Yeah, uh, I had a hard time with Ellie bein’ sick, and when you came over, I didn’t feel like I was goin’ insane with worry. Havin’ you there made it better, and I missed you.” His lips dip in a frown.

“I missed you, too—you were really gonna tell her?”

“I was.” He nods. “With how happy she was to see you, I thought maybe she’d be okay with it.” He shrugs.

You smile. “I think you’re right,” you reply, giving him a quick kiss. Meeting his gaze, you ask, “Is she feeling better?”

“Yeah, and thank Christ, she is.” He looks visibly relieved. “I think it was that soup you brought over—thank you for that and for givin’ me a chance to sleep.” He pecks you on the lips.

“It was no problem. I would’ve been there the entire time had it not been suspicious.”

He smiles. “I know.”

“Good. Sooo, I’m wondering, what are we now?”

“A couple,” he answers. “I’ve thought that for a while, but I’m too fuckin’ old to be callin’ myself your boyfriend.”

“I quite like having a sexy, older boyfriend.”

You squeak in surprise when he rolls you onto your back, your legs automatically opening for him to nestle his hips between. He’s holding himself up with his arms beside your head while yours loop around his neck, his lips pressing to the side of your throat, kissing the taut skin.

“You like havin’ a sexy, older boyfriend, huh?” His question is muffled, and you swallow hard when he sucks on your pulse point.

“I do,” you reply.

“I like havin’ you.” He’s kissing and nibbling along your jaw.

“‘Cause no one else can?”

He nips your chin, then hovers his head over yours to look you in the eyes.

His expression is serious. “Yes,” he says, “and I love you—if Ellie really doesn’t give a shit about me datin’, then every fuckin’ person in town is gonna know you’re mine.”

And something about that declaration thrills you.

“I’d like that.”

He gives you a small smile and kisses you for a moment before a thought comes to him, and he pulls back to meet your gaze.

“Maybe that neighbor, the annoyin’ one who doesn’t seem to know the meanin’ of no, will finally get it through her head, I’m not fuckin’ interested.”

You glare off into the distance. “Fucking Sandra,” you seethe.

The first time he met you, Joel knew he was fucked.

All he wanted to do was be polite and introduce himself to his new neighbor, then you opened the door, and his brain stopped working because you were so beautiful. It didn’t help when you blatantly checked him out, clearly undressing him with your eyes before looking entirely too pleased with what you were seeing.

If he’d been a stronger, honorable man, he wouldn’t have accepted your offer to come inside for a drink; he wouldn’t have kissed you back or laid you down on the couch to eat your pussy; he wouldn’t have let you choke on his dick or crawl into his lap and ride him; he wouldn’t have gotten so lost in being buried in your wet, warm, perfect cunt and your lips on his that he forgot to pull out when he came; he wouldn’t have gotten addicted and returned to you almost every night after.

If he’d been a stronger, honorable man, he would’ve ended things before it went too far and definitely before he fell in love with you.

From the beginning, he knew he was way too old for you, and he didn’t understand why you wanted him or kept letting him into your house. He had nothing to offer you, yet even when the opportunities arose for you to go home with men your own age, you rejected them and welcomed him into your bed instead. It made little sense that someone as young and beautiful as you would give someone like him all of your attention.

He’s lost count of how many times he’s told you that you’d be better off with somebody younger than him. It’s usually when he remembers your age or when you don’t know what he’s talking about when he brings up certain things from how life was before it all went to hell. He says the words out loud, practically a reflex at this point when the guilt gets to him, and as quickly as the feeling comes, it goes because, as he told you, he’s selfish; he doesn’t want you with someone else; he wants you all to himself. When you tell him there isn’t anyone you’d rather be with than him, it feeds something deep inside of him that won’t let you go, and hearing you say you love him has only made it stronger—you have his total devotion.

Ellie being sick messed up his head enough that in the moments when you came to mind, he was plagued with the thought that you probably found someone new. The only time he felt a modicum of peace was when you stopped by, and with that and how much his kid loved you being there, and in general, he came to the conclusion he couldn’t lose you:

It was time for him to tell Ellie.

Joel isn’t delusional; you’d grow tired of only getting his nights and the occasional day, eventually, and he needed to give you more of himself, which required his daughter to know about your relationship.

If Ellie knew, then he could give you more.

He’s ashamed of himself for hiding your relationship and, in turn, not having much to offer in terms of a future. It bothers him so much that he hasn’t been able to be with you out in the open because you deserve better than being his dirty little secret, as you call yourself.

He hates that.

He wants everyone to know you’re his and that he is yours.

When he realized he was going to tell Ellie, he started imagining how your relationship would change. You could finally have a life together, and it had him thinking about things he never would’ve considered before you and actively tried to prevent in the past, but you didn’t mind the idea of bringing a new life into the world, and he thought that might not be so bad; Jackson’s safe, and he has no doubt you’ll be a great mother—and it’s a future he’s pretty sure you want since your reactions have always been positive when he accidentally finishes inside you. That’s why tonight he decided to say fuck it and asked if he could; he wasn’t worried about the consequences anymore.

He’s kicking himself in the ass for not talking to Ellie sooner.

The only reason he hasn’t broached the subject with her is after what happened in Colorado, Joel’s treated her like she’s a fragile piece of glass that he doesn’t want to risk getting broken again—the way she lost her spark after that resort town killed him; and what happened at the hospital? If he had the chance, he’d murder every one of those Fireflies again for how fucked up she was when he told her their plans to kill her without knowing for sure if they could make a cure or not and that her life meant nothing to them.

It took a lot of time for him to put her back together again, and being in Jackson helped a lot with her making friends and having some semblance of normalcy. But he’s worried any major changes will mess her up, and add in her biggest fear of ending up alone, Joel dating seems like a recipe for disaster—Ellie will always be his top priority, even if it’s at the expense of his happiness.

It’s early morning, and he’s got another thirty minutes before the sun will begin its ascent on the horizon, fresh snow coating the ground, the temperature freezing. Joel is skulking home from your place to be there before Ellie wakes up.

His point of entry is the back door that leads into their kitchen, which doesn’t make as much noise as the front and can be locked when he leaves. He’s staying close to the side of the house, heading toward the backyard, and peeks around the corner to check the vicinity—his heart pounds when he sees a dark figure trying to get into the door, Joel pulling the knife, he walks around with, off of his belt, keeping his steps light, silently approaching them.

“Why the fuck don’t we have a light back here?” he hears them quietly mutter.

“Ellie?” Joel says at regular volume.

“Ahhh!” she screams, turning in his direction. Her hand is over her winter coat-covered chest. “Jesus Christ, Joel! Way to give me a fucking heart attack!”

He walks closer, sheathing his knife, as he says, “What the hell are you doin’ out here?”

“What the hell are you doing out here?”

His hands perch on his hips. “Doesn’t matter—you, on the other hand, just got over bein’ sick and shouldn’t be out in this cold. Move, I’m gettin’ your ass inside.”

She stepped aside, and he walked over, quickly unlocking and opening the door; he grabbed her by the shoulder and firmly guided her inside. He flicked on the room’s light once they were inside, and the door was closed and locked, Joel crossing his arms over his chest.

“Now, where the fuck have you been?” he asks.

She’s unzipping her coat. “Where the fuck have you been?”

“I asked you first.”

She shrugs off her jacket and tosses it onto the kitchen table. Joel sighs, walking over to pick it up—he’ll hang it alongside his by the front door before he goes up to his room.

“I was at the same place you were.”

He keeps his face neutral, but his heart is thudding, and he’s pretty fucking sure she wasn’t at your house.

He meets her eyes. “And that is?”

She smirks. “My secret girlfriend’s.”

“Goddammit.” His fingers press to his forehead as he closes his eyes. “You fuckin’ know—how the fuck do you know?”

“Let’s see, she’s literally the only person in town aside from me and Tommy’s family you like. You stare at her with, I don’t know what to call them, googly eyes? It’s that look the dudes have when they see the love of their life, or whatever, in those shitty romantic movies we like to make fun of. I’ve heard you call her ‘sweetheart’—” She fake gags, and Joel sighs. “—you’ve gone over to her house to fix so much shit that, at this point, it’s gotta be a whole new house. You sneak over there every fucking night. Oh, and when she sees the lady next door, the crazy one who’s got a real hard-on for you—gross by the way—when she sees ‘you can call me, Sandy,’ flirt with you—double-gross—I’m pretty sure she’s plotting murder; you’re definitely plotting murder when guys hit on your girlfriend—which, I don’t get why the two of you pretend like you aren’t together; is she embarrassed that you’re so fucking old and ugly, or something?” His teeth clench, and he glares at her. “God, don’t give me the murder eyes, Joel! I was kidding!” She playfully punches his arm. “Kind of… I mean, I’m happy you found someone who loves you even though you’re a grumpy asshole and look like that.” She points at his face.

“You done?”

“Telling you you’re old and ugly? Sure. For now. But I have one more thing that gave you guys away.”

His eyebrow lifts. “What is it?”

“When she came over the other day while I was sick as balls and hung out with me, you slept. Joel, you do not fucking sleep if there’s anyone else here besides me, which is why if I wanna have a sleepover with my friends, I have to go to their houses.”

“Were we really that obvious?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew?”

She’s clearly confused. “I thought we were avoiding the topic.”

“What topic?”

“Like, relationships—you never said anything to me, so I figured it was something we don’t talk about.”

He cringes. “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel…”

She smiles. “I don’t give a fuck if you date, Joel—if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

He matches her look. “I’m pretty fuckin’ happy. Are you happy with your uh, girlfriend? Have I met her?”

“Yeah,” she nods, grinning. “It’s Cat!”

His eyes round—he was under the impression Cat is her best friend, and he has met the other girl many times.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re way better at this secret girlfriend stuff than I am. I had no clue. I like Cat; she’s got all those neat tattoos.”

“She does!” she replies with a grin. “And I’m getting one!”

“You’re what?!”

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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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I really think raider joel is my favorite. He’s the worst, he is such an awful person, but he’s so sweet and tender and I really believe he would protect me and keep me safe and just make me his sex prisoner, but in a really cozy domestic way. He’s so hot I can’t think straight. I’d shoot Jack myself for more raider Joel.

Stash House

850 | raider!Joel x f!reader | masterlist

mood board by @milla-frenchy

Requested: @ess-perspective-blog this is your request hope you like it. @swedishscumfuck for the manhandling. @xdaddysprincessxx for the javi clip.

WARNINGS: I8+ dark!Joel, kidnapping, blindfold, very dubcon exhibitionist P in V, violence (toward men), humiliation, Reader can sit on Joel. This is third. Can read alone or Raider Masterlist.

You’re sitting in Joel’s lap in a van full of raiders on the way to their stash house. He didn’t want you sitting next to anyone else. You're blindfolded so you won’t know the location. Joel's hardness is already digging into you. Then, when they take a dirt road, the terrain bounces you and he swells harder with a deep inhale. His stiff cock vibrates you with the rough ride. You’re throbbing, so wet you might soak through your pants. Joel holds you firmly on his lap, tight against his chest and belly. He rests his nose against your neck and inhales. You ride in silence. The other men obviously have a problem with you being there but are afraid to say anything and rightfully so.

The van comes to stop and Joel takes off your blindfold. They start getting out of the van and unloading.

Finally, one of the men speaks up.

“Should we really let her in-”

Joel isn’t having it. “She stays with me and I’m not gonna tell you again.” From what you’ve seen so far, this feels like a generous warning. The man goes quiet.

Joel wraps a big arm around you and wrangles you inside with your feet occasionally dragging on the gravel. He doesn’t bother trying to hide his arousal. He’s like an animal - his virility and ample size are part of his display of dominance.

At the stash house, there are some men who weren't on the raid that day. Joel forces you into a room that has some old, tattered furniture, contraband and stolen goods strewn about, and a few dirty cots. Men are milling around talking to each other. A few faces you haven’t seen before are sitting on the forlorn couch and chairs. They turn and stare at you like a piece of meat.

“Nice souvenir,” one of them says and they all stand up. They’re like sharks in the water and you’re chum. Joel’s nostrils flare as the one who spoke approaches.

He shoves you onto a cot and says “stay put, sweet pea,” then gets between you and the men and decks the cheeky one in the face, sending him stumbling. Joel picks him up and holds his shirt while he punches him again then lets him fall to the ground and beats him until his face is bloody.

“Don’t even think about touchin’ her.”

You sit on the cot watching, still turned on from the ride. Joel starts walking back to you, unbuckling his belt, chest rising and falling with rage. He wraps a strong arm around you and grabs you by the waistband, manhandling you onto your stomach. Then he rips your pants down.

He slides his fingers against your dripping seam and inhales sharply. “I’m comin, sweet pea hold on” The swollen tip of his cock notches at your entrance, then he slams into you and your mouth falls open with the stretch of his girth. He backs up half way, then pulls you back on his cock as he plunges further into you and bottoms out with a grunt.

The men watch, and you try not to look at them, terrified of what Joel might do to you. You focus your eyes on the haunted stains beneath you. Joel's massive hand holds onto the edge of the dirty mattress for leverage, another hand on your shoulder as he rails you for the third time today, harder than ever. Each time he buries his cruel length inside you, the knot in your core tenses more.

He grabs you by the back of your neck and manhandles you up on your knees, your back arching.He pulls your shirt and bra up over your tits. “Close your eyes, baby.” You pinch your lids shut and he angles you just slightly toward the men.

“Fellas, take a good look ‘cause it's your last."

He gropes your breasts as he brutally pummels you from the back harder, faster, grunting and breathing heavily as his thick cock pistons into you. One of his hands comes to your clit, then he flattens that hand against you for leverage as he holds his other arm across your breasts. He slams into you with more power and speed than you could have imagined and his breath becomes ragged. He tightens his grip with both arms, bringing you as close as possible so his power doesn't send you flying.

With a long shudder, he begins to erupt inside you. He slows his pace but plunges into you just as hard, grunting with each pulse. The pulsation of his cock and the sound of his pleasure sends you over the edge and you fail to suppress a moan. Your face gets hot with shame, but your climax doesn't stop. You clench around his hard cock as he fills you with his seed, and these terrible men watch it all.

You catch your breath. He inhales your neck and his hands gently rove your breasts and abdomen as you briefly recover. He kisses your neck with his mouth closed and whispers, "you did great, baby."

He fixes your clothes and his, then addresses the men again. "Don't even look in her direction. Understand?"

They murmur their agreement then cower away and Joel lets you rest on the dirty mattress facing away from everyone while they unload their new spoils.

Next: shooting practice drabble; Raider 4: Failed Escape

Thank you for reading and engaging!! Y'all are the best. Also, a couple of other raider Joel requests have def been consistent with where I see it going, it's just that idk if we're there yet so hang tight 😉.

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milla-frenchy · 1 year ago

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Roads part 2

2k1 | Joel Miller x fem reader Chapt summary: your relationship with Joel is evolving and he gets possessive over you. Warnings: 18+ mdni. light stalking, dirty talk, possessivness, unprotected piv, creampie, cum play, light cum eating a/n: a huge thank you @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for beta-ing❤️❤️😘 Playlist | ao3 | Series masterlist | Masterlist

Part 1

Joel and you had seen each other several times after that first night, his place or yours. You fucked a lot, and talked almost as much. You liked his calm and measured demeanor. That stoic side that nothing could shake. You loved the way he fucked you, how he made you cum so easily, every time. And… his dirty talk. "You have that in you", he told you that first night. How did he know ?

Everything was fluid between you, and you didn't want to add pressure by talking about your relationship with other people, Tommy included.

That evening, the four of you had dinner at the restaurant. Maria, Tommy's fiancée, was present.

Tommy asked if you had any news of Stefan, your ex boyfriend, Maria chuckled and looked at you "he's worst than your father". Tommy rolled his eyes, raised his hands in apology, and said : "just wondering if we might hear his name again."

"You're the one talking about him!" You replied, gently mocking. "He called me last week. We had nothing to say to each other, that was it."

Tommy grumbled when he heard your answer, which made you laugh, and then you looked at Maria. She was looking at Joel. As you turned your gaze to him, you saw that his eyes were on you. He was smiling, half turned towards you, one hand resting on the back of your chair. His grin was more feline than friendly.

You looked at Maria again and you realized that she knew. You took a sip of your drink and the evening continued until everyone got back in their cars to go home.

You were at your door unlocking it when Joel appeared. Apparently he had been waiting for you in a dark corner of your porch.

"Hey sweetheart..."

"Fuck Joel. You scared the shit outta me."

"Surprised to see me? Waiting for someone else?"

"Who knows…" you answered, teasing him.

Barely in the entrance, he pushed the door behind you and pinned you against it. He kissed you, put his hands on your cheeks, his tongue quickly entered your mouth and mingled with yours. You were still kissing each other, when his hands found your breasts. You could feel your urge rising in your lower belly. He turned you against the door, pressed his torso against you, kissed your cheek and bit your ear softly, one hand in your hair. You felt his huge bulge against your ass.

He pulled up your dress and pulled down your panties, then slipped his jeans and boxers mid-thigh. He slid his hand against your already wet pussy.

“You're drippin' baby... Want my cock so much?”

"As much as you wanna fuck my pussy, considering the wood I feel against my ass"

"You're damn right, sweetheart."

He took his shaft in his hand, slipped into you and bottomed out in one go. You moaned and it took a few moments for you to get used to its girth.

"So you got your ex-boyfriend on the phone?" he said, hands on your hips, his gaze fixed on his cock coming in and out of you.

"Too busy taking my cock to answer me properly? Oh baby..."

He was fucking you fast against the door and he placed his hand against your pussy. His index finger rubbed your clit, circling it.

“You're such a good slut for me, lettin' me fuck you against the damn door."

You moaned, then said "are you jealous, Miller?"

“Just like seein' you stretchin' on my fat cock. I'm gonna ruin you baby, so much that you'll never want a cock as much as you want mine.”

You grinned, but he couldn't notice it, behind your back.

"Are you planning to see him again?"

"No fuck… I don't."

He brought his torso closer to your back, his thrusts went slower, but more powerful. He was fucking you deeper and murmured in your ear, with a low voice :

"Good, because I don't plan on stopping fucking this pussy. And I’m not into sharing. I don't like anyone touching what's mine. At the restaurant I had to resist the idea of taking you to the bathroom and making you suck my cock in there. So that you understand who you belong to."

Between his finger, his cock and his words, you came instantly.

"Oh, you like that baby? Like to know you're mine?"

"Shit… Yeah… Yes. I like that"

"Say it then. Say you're mine."

You didn't answer. Too surprised to hear him say those words to you, to hear him say what he wanted, implicitly. He grabbed your hair in his fist and pulled.

"Answer me when I ask you a fuckin' question. Tell me who you belong to baby. Say my name. Say my fucking name.”

“Y... Yours... Fuck... Yours, Joel.”

"C’mere."

He turned you around in front of him, took off your dress and panties. He lifted you up and held you against him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rushed to grab his cock to impale yourself on it. It sank so deep into you that you groaned, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and buried your face in his neck. You groaned in the hollow of his ear.

He pinned you to the door and continued fucking you. You heard him say, more to himself than to you, "Want more… Wanna feel you more." You felt like your mind was getting lost in the desire you had for him. You were craving him. You wanted more too. But how do you give him more when you were already there, impaled on his dick and he was deep inside you?

You bit his shoulder and he groaned. He stopped his movements.

"No please... Don't stop."

"Don't wanna come. Not yet."

He buried his head in your neck and breathed hard. He said "baby" and put a hand against your cheek. It didn't look like the other times you had sex.

After a few seconds he carried you to the dining room table. Your ass was on the edge. He started pounding you again, standing in front of the table, you still had your arms around his shoulders, his big hands resting against your back. You were overwhelmed by your feelings. You wanted more. Increasingly. You lay against the table and let your hands rest on either side of your head. His hips strokes almost made your head hang from the table every time he sank into you. Eyes closed, you brought your index and middle fingers to your mouth to lick them, then you pressed them against your clit and started rubbing it. He was captivated by the vision of you, lying on the table, your breasts bouncing with each stroke, his hands on your waist, your legs wide apart on either side of his thighs. He paused for a few moments.

"Fuck baby..." He went back and forth but he knew he wasn't going to last long.

"Make yourself come. With your fingers. Lemme… lemme look at you, I wanna feel you squeezin’ me."

A moan escaped your lips and you felt it coming.

"I'm gonna cum Joel... Please don't stop. I'm gonna... Oh my god. I... I want you to fill me up while I cum. Please..."

"Come on baby I got ya… gonna fill you up."

You came and he followed you immediately, sending long hot squirts deep into your pussy. Your walls were flattering around him, milking his cock off the last drop. He pulled out and looked at his cum dripping from your pussy. He slid his fingers against your stretched hole, to gather the mix of your wetness and his cum, and he spread all of it on his still hard cock. He put his fingers in his mouth and licked off what was left on it, stared them with you and sank into you one last time, his hands on your hips as leverage, sliding your juices deep inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, staying inside. He kissed your neck. You hugged him and gripped his curls tightly. Both of you were breathing hard. You resisted the urge to offer to stay with you that night, not wanting to ask too much and cross one of his limits.

The next morning, you heard a knock on your door while you were having your coffee. Tommy was there.

"Hi beauty, have some coffee for me?"

"Hi handsome, of course, come on in"

He sat at the kitchen table while you served him a cup.

"Listen... I'm not sure how to approach the subject and it's none of my business i guess, but Maria told me somethin’ and I thought maybe we'd talk about it?"

You sighed and stood up to look out the window.

"You know you look out the window every damn time you're embarrassed by a situation?"

You looked at him annoyed and then you softened. It was Tommy, your friend. He was worried about you, even though you didn't know exactly why at the moment. "Joel and I have been seeing each other since the gala"

"What? That was over a month ago... Why didn't you tell me?"

You sighed again. "Because I didn't want it to make a big deal. Because I wanted it to stay between him and me. Because it's none of your business?" You bit your lip and instantly regretted your last sentence.

He stared at you for a long time, without answering. You couldn't decipher his look.

"Listen... I'm glad you're not with that asshole anymore. Really. But Joel?"

"What about Joel?"

"Joel is... He doesn't do relationships. Not serious ones I mean.” He sighed. "I saw him with some of his girlfriends and he doesn't get involved. He's a fucking wolf. I don't want you to suffer."

"I won't suffer. It's me. The girl who always gets tired of her boyfriends. The one who never gets attached. Or when she does, it doesn't last long."

He looked at you for a long time again, before answering.

"I know what you have inside you. The two of you... it's like mixing a match with gasoline. And I have a fucking feeling that hurts my heart."

"I can handle Joel"

"Can you handle yourself?"

You felt your anger rising. "I can't believe you're telling me something like that. Stop patronizing me."

"Calm down, and think seriously about what I'm telling you. Can you handle him, while you're working together? I've never seen him open up to anyone? Interested in someone? Give all of him to someone?" He looked at you, you had your gaze lowered to the ground. Then he slumped against the back of his chair. “Fuck. Too late, isn't it? You already have feelings for him.”

You stood up and said, "I need to get ready for work. See you there ok?"

He sighed and came up to hug you. "Don't want you to suffer, honey, that's all. And I don't wanna fight with him. Sure he'd beat my ass." You laughed.

"I'm here if you need me. Always, ok?" You nodded as you nestled in his arms.

After he left, you thought back to the evening before. To the closeness shared with Joel. Were you wrong? Did that possessiveness exist only in the moment? Your heart sank, you knew Tommy was right about your feelings. Those last weeks, Joel had brought out emotions buried deep inside you. Emotions which you were afraid to feel. You wondered what price you would have to pay, when you had never given yourself entirely to someone. Body, soul and heart.

And you told yourself that no matter what, you wouldn't stop yourself with Joel. Rather feel fully than return to lukewarmness. Whatever the cost, you were ready to be consumed by it.

After leaving your house, Tommy went to pick up Joel.

"You and her, huh?"

Joel didn't answer.

"I care about her, Joel. A lot. You know that, and you still began seeing her. Be careful with her."

"Not your damn business," Joel grumbled.

Tommy shook his head and the ride continued in silence.

Part 3

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loganlermanstanaccount · 2 years ago

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Real Pretty

pairing: joel miller x reader

(AO3 mirror) summary: You and Joel are not in a relationship. But Joel gets jealous anyways.

author's note: Timeline's a little hazy, au where Joel, Ellie and Y/N stay in Jackson and nothing bad happens ever.

warnings: fluff, Joel's OOC as shit (what's new), filthy filthy smut (you have been warned), 18+ minors DNI

wc: 1.2k

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You can't stop staring. Oh god, he's pretty. You steal a glance at him with a mouthful of food by the canteen table. He's just woken up, by the looks of it: shirt a little wrinkled and hair all over the place. With a yawn, the base of his denim shirt lifts up to expose his tan belly, right at the v-line, with a dark tuft of hair leading right down to..

SLAM! Ellie bangs her tray on the table and clatters into her seat.

"You look like shit." she says with a toothy grin.

"And you smell like shit, you little gremlin." You snap, without missing a beat. Woah. Too much, maybe.

She just laughs, her smile a bit wider, and that glint in her eye. "Oh yeah? Well I heard that somebody had a real good night yesterday."

You pause to give Ellie a look. A look that says she's too young and too nosy. And, most importantly: what the fuck was she talking about?

"That guy? Paulie or Peter or what's-his-face? Heard he slept over at the clinic."

"Huh?" you splutter, almost choking on your food.

"Kathy's mom saw him walking out of the clinic this morning. Using the backdoor. Everyone's talking about it." she tells you like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Ellie, nothing happened. And if it did it would be none of your business."

"Uh-huuh."

"I'm serious. Nothing. Happened. You should know better than to trust gossip. This kind of thing can be really hurtful and you're lucky I don't-"

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Joel definitely doesn't know."

"Joel doesn't know what?" He walks up and pulls out the chair next to you, plate of food in one hand.

"Somebody," she looks you dead in the eye. "boinked Petey last night in the clinic but doesn't want to admit it."

That last line made you squint. Ah. Now you get it. Ellie's attempt at revenge for teasing her about a certain crush she 'doesn't want to admit'. Touché.

"Boinked?" Joel coughs into his eggs. "Jesus, forget I asked."

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Later, Joel meets you in the makeshift office of the clinic after hours. It had been surprisingly quiet considering the bustle of the previous week. So much so, that you jolt at the knock at the door. You forgot he was coming over to mend a broken cupboard.

He comes with a toolbox and kneels by the cupboards, propping up the broken door with one hand and a screwdriver in the other. The very door you had struggled to open and close not too long ago. He had picked it up with ease, and you watched in awe as his hands took out the worn screws, dexterous and nimble. The room was so quiet, you couldn't help yourself.

"I patched him up and worked late. He took one of the beds and was out like a light, I swear."

"I believe you." He doesn't look up. Is he mad? Jealous, even? His face was stoic, unreadable and so you kept going.

"I was just taking inventory. And I can handle myself, you know that or else I never would've taken the chance."

"I know." Nothing. Again. You slump in your chair and watch him finish up in silence.

"Sweetheart," he says, packing up. "You're thinking out loud again."

His voice is soft and it makes you melt. "Everyone thinks something happened Joel. They're gonna think I'm a slut, or something."

He pads over and kneels so he's level with you. Gently, Joel cups your cheek with one hand, and puts his hand on your thigh with the other.

"That's because you are a slut, sweetheart."

He kneads your thighs, creeping closer and closer to your core. "You're the prettiest fuckin' slut I've ever seen."

Your mind goes blank when Joel's like this. Voice as soft as butter whispering the filthiest shit whilst stroking your pussy. His fingers ghost over your jeans and you whimper. "I'm not a- fuck!"

He dips his hand into your underwear. Soaking wet and he's barely touched you. He keeps it slow, drawing lazy circles around your clit whilst holding you close.

"Don't like hearing those things about you. They don't see you -fuck - like I do. You didn't fuck him, darlin', I know that. But he wanted to. You can see it in his eyes." He's faster now, dipping a finger in and out your hole like it's his job. You hold onto his forearm to steady yourself and hump his hand. Desperately chasing your climax.

"That's it, that's it. Good fuckin' girl. You wanna cum?" He asks and you nod your head dumbly. "Use your words, darlin'. Need'ta hear you say it."

"Yes, yes, please Joel…. wanna cum-"

He nods and you throw your head onto his shoulder, shaking as you cum into Joel's hands. He pulls his hand out of your jeans and licks them clean with hooded eyes. He's hard, cupping himself over his trousers and rocking slightly to relieve the pressure. What a sight; Joel Miller on his knees for you, because of you.

You grab him by the lapel of his shirt and fall into a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You motion to take off his shirt and start to strip yourself. When your shirt comes off he presses hot kisses into your bare skin; mumbling profanities into your collarbone and the peak of your tits.

His pants come off and you reach to pump him; his tip red and sticky with precum. He groans and grabs your hand, lips plump and swollen from kissing you.

"-shit, not yet," He helps you stand, and bends you over the desk, bow-legged. You're hot and sticky and desperate now, whining for him to fill you up-

-and he does, in one swift motion, without any warning or prep. "You're gonna take what I give you, ain't that right sweetheart?"

You nod haphazardly, whining under his grip. His hips piston into you at just the right angle, so fast you're seeing stars.

"No-one else can fuck you like I can, don't forget that. Next time, a little shit like Petey comes round, you tell him you're mine, won't you?" You're babbling now, incoherent as pleasure builds in your gut. "All mine. All. Fuckin'. Mine."

With that, a coil snaps, and your legs collapse under the pleasure that washes over you. Joel is quick to follow, turning you around so that when he cums on your stomach, he can see the bliss on your face. Gently, he picks you up like a blushing bride into the next room, onto one of the treatment beds. He gets a towel from the supply cupboards and cleans you up, kissing your forehead. He clambers in next to you. It's a tight fit but he manages to snake an arm around and pull you towards him. Soft breath in your ear as you both stare up at the mottled ceiling, speckled in fluorescent light. Well, he did, anyway. You turn to look at him.

He was even prettier this close. Real pretty.

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milla-frenchy · 1 year ago

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childhood bestfriends to lovers, gambled girlfriend, possessive and big dick Joel, degrading her boyfriend? Fuck yeah!! 😍

His other hand snakes around the back of your neck and yanks you down. His damp lips touch your ear, “Gonna fuck this hole one day, pretty thing. . . gonna fuck it so hard you’re not gonna be able to stand for weeks.”

I would love a part 2, just to read it honestly 🥵

With every rock of his hips, your body hits the door with a thud and you’re sure Liam can hear every forceful fuck, “Tell him how fuckin’ bigger I am than him—I wanna fuckin’ hear, it come on.”

Joel degrading her boyfriend, it's so good omfg 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

“I’ll fuckin’ break his hands for that, don’t you worry darlin’,” Joel mutters into your skin, his words marking you as something untouchable. “And I’ll make it fuckin’ hurt.”

This Joel is hot af 🥵

Amazing fic, fucking hot, i loved it 😍❤️👌

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

genre: explicit smut, minors dni, childhood bestfriends to lovers, tlou'verse, jackson era, mild hurt/comfort

word count: 4.9k

summary: When your boyfriend is desperate to win back what he lost, he bets on you this time without your knowledge. And everyone knows you don't go back on your word when it comes to Joel Miller.

warnings: okay so technically not cheating because your boyfriend literally gambled you buuut if that's not your thing I totally get it, piv, dirty talk, choking, spitting, size kink, soft!joel & feral!joel, he likes hearing how big he is, affectionate whore calling™, a hint of analplay, oral (receiving and giving)

a/n: another joel fic inspired by p.orn, we love to see it

a special thank you to @nothoughtsjustmeds for the beta! 💕

Joel was never that into gambling.

Back before everything had gone to shit, that had always been more Tommy’s forte than his own. Joel doesn’t remember the amount of times he’d had to bail his brother out, either by protecting him while putting himself in the middle or by giving him loans he’d never ever see again. Joel hadn’t minded. Tommy was his baby brother after all. As long as he was safe Joel was happy—annoyed, for sure, but happy.

He was surprised when he learned that Jackson had a pretty heavy gambling scene and that Tommy wasn’t a part of it. He didn’t know why that was, because even on the nights where he had to go bail him out and bring him home all bloodied and bruised, Tommy just made the same mistakes. Not even Sarah’s worried expression, while she peered from between the wooden stair railing, deterred him from it.

Guess it was different when your own kid was on the way.

However, despite his lack of interest in gambling, he found himself betting away what little he had for someone else—someone he thought he would never see again. But honestly, he wasn’t half bad at it so he didn’t mind it that much. His only complaint was when he had to get messy hunting down those who didn’t pay up.

One by one the men around the table folded, only leaving Joel and Liam. A huge stack of weaponry lies in the middle of the table, Liam’s eyes constantly flit between the stack and Joel. They stare at each other long and hard. Joel knows that he’s going to win. He usually did with these face-offs.

Liam folds.

A small smile tugs at the corner of Joel’s lips. There’s nothing better than to take what someone he absolutely detests wants.

“Let’s go again,” Liam grunts, his forehead shining with sweat.

Joel raises an eyebrow, “You don’t have anythin’ else to bet on.”

“Come on now, Miller,” Liam leans back into his chair. “There must be something that you want.”

Joel’s eyes bore into his long enough for the man to grow uncomfortable and nervous. Only then did he speak.

“You still have that pretty girlfriend?”

Someone Joel didn’t bother learning the name of pipes up from his right, “I thought we were only betting huntin’ supplies this time.”

“Come on, let the man try to win his rifle back.” Joel grins.

“Fuck you, Miller.”

“Careful now,” he slowly places his elbows on the old table, his weight on it enough to let out a threatening creak. He cocks his head to the side, his smile small but still there. “My kindness wears thin.”

Liam’s an addict. And of course, he says yes.

“You fucking gambled me away?!” your voice is shaking, body trembling all over as you pace back and forth in front of the couch Liam was nestled on top of. At least he has the decency to look guilty. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Liam? I’m your girlfriend, not some kind of deer hide you can put on the table.”

“Look I said I was sorry alright?” He stands up fast enough to make you flinch. He holds you by the shoulders, thumbs moving in a soothing manner. “Won’t happen again, I promise.”

You scoff, “We both know that’s a lie.” You lift your chin up in defiance. “I won’t do it. I have free will. You can’t make me.”

That makes Liam sweat. You can’t blame him, you’ve heard of Joel’s. . . outbursts. But honestly, that’s the least of your worries. You’re mostly confused as to why Joel asked for you specifically. You’re positive that he’d been avoiding you ever since he came into Jackson, only talking to you a handful of times. Why now? And why like this?

“Baby,” Liam whines, snapping you away from your thoughts. “You have to. He’s crazy, he’ll kill me.”

“You should’ve thought of that before.”

“Please. All you’d have to do is entertain him for the night, make him happy.”

“So to be his plaything? Is that what you want?”

“Maybe he’ll ask you to cook him dinner, hell if I know.”

“Sure,” you roll your eyes. “I’m sure he’ll just want something to eat.”

You give him one more look before slipping away from his gentle hold. Your heartbeat is slow, hours spreading across every beat, making your chest feel heavy and lightheaded.

“Fine,” you cave, wrapping yourself with your shaking arms. “But after this, I’m done, Liam. I’m so tired of bailing you out.”

“You can’t leave, where would you go?”

The soft tone he used while begging you to spread your legs for Joel quickly turns into a tone with sharp, dagger-like edges. You don’t say anything. Don’t answer him or agree with him. You’re lost in a broken world.

And now, amongst all the things you’ve been through, you have to see the pity in your childhood best friend’s eyes.

You don’t want to be here. You don’t. It’s embarrassing.

Your boyfriend is in the other room, brooding on his couch, examining his life choices. You’re not doing any better. Your robe loose over your shoulders, the chill of the bedroom settling over your skin. It’s especially embarrassing because it’s Joel for crying out loud. You’ve known each other since you were kids causing mischief all around the neighborhood. You still remember the time you fell and scraped your knee, how he kissed it better and placed a pink bandaid over it because it was your favorite color.

Why the hell had he asked for you? To humiliate you? Well, he definitely succeeded.

The door opens and you jolt. His presence is large in the room, making you shudder despite yourself. Your pulse quickens. You shouldn’t be afraid of him yet here you are, trembling like a newborn doe. He closes the door with a gentle click, the wood creaking and solidifying your fate.

You haven’t known him for years. Even before the outbreak had torn the world apart. You had moved away two years prior and after everything went down you never expected to see him again. When he showed up in Jackson you barely recognized him. He looked rugged, more salt than pepper in his beard, his eyes drained of life. He had scars that ran deep and he had found a kid along the way. You were surprised but relieved to see he still had a big heart.

You were ashamed the first time you two sat down after years. Everyone knew of Liam’s gambling problem, he couldn’t help it, and you knew that Joel knew. You hated the idea of him pitying you, of him seeing the world weighing down on you. You’ve heard from around that Joel also started to place bets. Nothing too big though, unlike your boyfriend who would bet on almost anything in the house. You knew those bets could turn out violent and people feared Joel. Even in a safe utopia like Jackson, the kind of man he’d become traveled from ear to ear, striking fear. And when someone that owed him money ended up with a bloody nose and broken jaw. . . no one dared to deny him of anything.

And it seemed like you were no exception.

Joel stands in front of you, his sleeves pulled up to his elbows, exposing sinewy muscle. He stands close. Close enough that you feel his breath on your lips. Your eyelids flutter before you avert them, tears stinging the corners.

You drop the robe, the old fabric pooling at your ankles. You’re left in a decent enough-looking bra and somewhat matching underwear.

“Not interested,” Your entire body goes taut, eyes wide. You hear the blood rush in your ears. Joel moves past you and takes a seat on the bed, crossing his arms over the expanse of his broad chest. You stare at him and a thick knot forms in your throat. He gives you a brief look before explaining. “I only wanted to teach your boyfriend a lesson. He’s reckless. One of these days he’s gonna be in real debt to me and, darlin’, I don’t want you gettin’ caught in the middle.”

Your heart drops. You don’t know what you’ve been expecting but it certainly isn’t this. Tears blurring your vision, you quickly bend over and scoop up your robe, throwing it over your shoulders. Somewhere along memory lane, you forgot to remind yourself that Joel was your first; first crush, first love, first kiss, first time. But it just hadn’t worked out. You had stayed close friends until you moved away, he had Sarah, you had a promising career. You were planning on getting back to him. It just never came to be. Liam didn’t know you knew Joel, only Tommy knew about the connection you two had, mainly because he was there.

And now you had Liam—Boyfriend who calls you names because he hates everything, Liam. Shitty boyfriend, Liam. Boyfriend who put you up as a prize, Liam.

It’s just too much. All of it. Your heart can’t handle how unfair it all is. The pity Joel shows you, the way Liam treats you. He loves you, you know that much, but he just doesn’t care enough to treat you right or tend to you when he’s so broken himself. He doesn’t understand that you would take care of him just as much.

And now you’re just a shell. A shell of your former self.

The first salty tear slips from your lashes, it’s followed by another and then another.

You manage to reach the end of the bed on shaky legs, collapsing, you cover your face, heaving silently into your palms. You don’t want Liam to hear you cry, deep down you want him to think Joel is fucking you this very instant. You want him to feel guilt, or at least a sliver of the way you feel.

There’s a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your brain doesn’t even register that Joel is pulling you into his chest, wrapping solid arms around your shaking frame. He holds the back of your neck, squeezing tenderly just like he did when your mom yelled at you and he wanted to calm you down.

“Why are you cryin’?” he mumbles. “I told you I’m not gonna do anythin’ to you. Or to him. I just wanted him to think before he put you in any danger. What if it wasn’t me there? Not everyone is as they seem in this town.”

After all this time Joel Miller is still looking out for you.

“It’s not that,” you answer, between sniffled and muffled hiccups. “I’m embarrassed and so fucking tired. I don’t want you thinking I’m some damsel in distress, even though me crying isn’t really helping,” you take a deep breath and peel yourself unwillingly from his chest. “I don’t feel good about myself. I never do with him. I just feel like shit with some more shit thrown over. And well. . . now I know that you don’t want me either. It’s just too much. But I’ll be okay, thank you for looking out after me even though I’m a mess.”

He suddenly grips your chin and pulls you close enough that your noses almost touch, “What the hell makes you think that I don’t want you?”

“You. . .” with a sigh, you look away. “You didn’t want to fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

Squeezing your chin, he forces your gaze back to him. His lips are parted, pupils wide enough to hide the chocolate brown of his eyes. He seems just as surprised as you feel. Arousal pools between your legs, heat dripping down the curve of your spine. You press your thighs together and swallow.

Joel’s hand moves up to your cheek and cups it gently, thumb toying with the corner of your lip, “I just never thought you’d be interested if I’m bein’ honest. Especially not after. . . everything I’ve done.”

“You’ve done what you’ve had to do to survive,” you kiss the curve of his palm and he shifts, coming even closer. “I always wanted to come back to you, you know? You’re my first love, Joel Miller. Deep down I always wanted you to be the last.”

Joel was never an emotional guy. He always had trouble expressing what he thought and felt, thinking he always had to hide behind large invisible walls. The outbreak had put a magnifying glass over that quality of his. You can only tell that your words affected him by how the crease between his brows softens and his cheeks gain a subtle red hue.

He only grunts as he forcefully brings your hand to his crotch, his cock hard and throbbing under your palm. His lips skim down your neck, kissing where your pulse beats frantically. Joel grinds into your palm, “You still want to fuck with your boyfriend waiting in the living room?”

“God, yes.”

You stand up and he parts his legs for you, allowing you to take your rightful place between them. Looking up, his fingers dance up your shoulders, pushing off the robe so it once again pools at your feet. The fabric of your bra has worn away with time, meaning that your nipples meet no resistance as they stiffen under his gaze. Joel licks his lips and brings both thumbs to the peaks, rubbing them until they’re fully hard.

Then he suddenly shoves you closer to him, your aching nipple met with his wanting mouth. He sucks through the fabric. Saliva darkens the color. He sucks and moans each individual nipple until both are hard like diamonds and only then do you find yourself on the bed, his mouth still on you, starving for more. Your back forms the perfect arch, the sheets feeling like silk against your skin despite them being years old—almost rotten.

He drags his lips down your body, rough facial hair tickling your skin, your hips helplessly stutters into the air. Two large hands pin your hips down. You can’t help the noises that tumble from your lips. For the first time, you’re feeling whole. He lays soft kisses against your inner thighs and finally, he reaches where you want him most.

Joel sucks your clit through the fabric and your body jerks, seeking the heat of his mouth against your bare cunt instead. He smiles, digging his blunt nails into your flesh.

“Patience,” he licks a stripe down your clothed folds. “I want you to be loud, sweetheart. Make noise for me. If you want me to fuck you, that’s my price—your sounds.”

Liam never liked the sounds you made. Unless you were mimicking porn and whispering how close you were, which was a very rare occasion.

Joel slides his hands up to the softness of your stomach, squeezing gently. Like you might fade away at any given second. He kisses the lips of your pussy and his eyes flutter closed.

“Doesn’t it feel good,” he begins, his southern drawl more prominent as his voice grows deeper. “To have that prick in the next room listenin’ to me fuck you, riddled with guilt because he bet on his pretty girlfriend?”

It does feel good. “You think I’m pretty?”

“‘Course I do,” his brows furrow, eyes finding yours. “Prettiest girl I’ve known since the first day my dick got hard.”

The words send a tingle up your spine but Joel doesn’t allow you to linger on them for long. He slides your underwear to the side. The fabric sticky with slick, he immediately presses his lips deep into your cunt, tongue swirling around your entrance and teasing it by pushing in the tip. You cry out and grip his head, your legs pressing against his ears. Your heart hammers within the confinements of your ribcage.

“Gonna ruin you,” he groans, licking himself deeper and rutting the bed. Your eyes roll back, your body melting with every fat stroke of his tongue.

Joel takes you apart slowly. His jaw moves, head lazily going from left to right. You feel so wet, soaked, from both his mouth and your slick. It’s almost like he goes slower the more soaked you are. He draws various shapes around your throbbing clit. You're left withering under him, shaking, begging, and moaning his name loud enough that the entirety of Jackson could probably hear. The wet smack of his mouth is followed by loud slurps and groans, and your stomach coils tight.

After all these years, Joel Miller had certainly learned a few new tricks. He wasn’t that same teenager anymore, though, neither were you. He feels different, yet he also feels the same. Like a familiar wind stroking your skin.

“So damn wet and sweet like honey, fuck.”

He moves away and you nearly cry out of frustration, fingers burrowing into the old sheets. You only move when you hear the deafening sound of a belt buckle coming loose. Joel’s pants drop to his ankles, cock painfully hard and slightly curving to the side. Your mouth waters, “No underwear?”

“Got too lazy to wash’em last Sunday,” he lazily strokes himself. Today is Tuesday. He’s been going commando all this time. More saliva fills your mouth, you don’t know why but the thought excites you and he seems to notice. “You always did get turned on by the weirdest things,” he mutters. “Now get on your knees, sweetheart. Been waitin’ a long time to feel those lips again.”

You pout, “Forearms are sexy, ask anyone.”

Joel sighs and shakes his head, his dark gaze makes you clench around nothing. He ignores your comment entirely. “Don’t make me say it again.”

You sink to your knees immediately after that.

He’s so much thicker than you remember. The bulbous head a beautiful shade of red, shiny beads of precome gathered at the slit. You notice the vein meandering down the underside of his cock and you trace it with the tip of your tongue. The blood pumps harder in response, his length twitches and smears the shiny pearls against your cheek.

You moan as you finally take him between your lips. The corners of your mouth sting from how wide you need to open to accommodate him. You manage to take him half way in, swirling your tongue, you hollow out your cheeks.

“That’s it—That’s it, fuck—suck me harder, sweetheart, please—” his hips rock forward, his cock filling your mouth until the head is hitting the back of your throat. You choke on him and his head falls at the way your throat constricts around the width of him. He then pulls out, prompting you to look up. His hair is a mess, lips swollen and parted. “Use your spit, need you to wet my cock good if you want me to fit darlin’. I ain’t that teenager anymore.”

You kiss the soft crease between his balls, rolling them with your tongue. You’re delighted to witness how he shudders at the soft caress of your lips, “I can see that.”

“Get on with it then.”

Joel sounds almost annoyed—no, not annoyed, but eager, desperate—to have your mouth wrapped around him with Liam in the other room. You don’t want to make him wait so you slowly allow a thin line of saliva to drip from between your lips. His thighs tense when it touches the head of his cock.

“Is his dick as big as mine?” he asks, jaw locked, words bouncing off of clenched teeth.

“No,” you gasp, dragging your lips down the length of him while staring at him through heavy lashes. “No, it’s not as big as yours.”

Suddenly you’re lifted to your feet, your body nothing but a ragdoll as he pushes you to the bed, the old mattress creaking with protest at the added weight.

“Play with that fuckin’ pussy for me, I want to see it.” He wraps a hand around his weeping cock, his strokes hard and calculated. Your breasts tingle as you push a hand between your thighs, he clicks his tongue in disapproval, approaching the end of the bed. “Spread your legs wide, honey.”

As soon as you open your legs and spread your folds for him to see how soaked you are, he’s quick to climb up the bed. Turning you to your side, he gets right behind you. Joel wets his own fingers, sucking on them with a loud groan before replacing yours with his own. He rubs your clit with precise movements, each stroke hitting the mark and making you see bright, dazzling stars. Your body moves on its own. Heat pools between your legs, your hips grinding back to feel the heft of him on your ass.

“Joel, please,” you whimper. “Please, fuck me, please—”

His lips touch your cheek and he breathes heavily, his chest heaving and rattling with every exhale. You feel the head of his cock slowly sinking into you, stretching you wide as his lips decorate your sweaty skin with fleeting kisses.

“You’re takin’ me so fuckin’ well, honey,” your eyes roll back, a mild pain blossoming from where you two connect. He brushes his fingers over your clit, the sharp pleasure shortening your breath. “That’s it. That’s my girl takin’ my big cock so well. So good. So good for me.”

Your jaw drops as you take him inch by inch. He continuously plays with your clit, kissing you and whispering words of praise while his tongue plays with your earlobe. You feel like mush. Like dough that only he can mold. Your lashes grow wet with tears, your heart beating so wild that you swear he can hear it as well. Joel slightly pulls back his hips and pushes back in, your breath catches in your throat, and soon enough he begins fucking you with shallow thrusts.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” he mutters into your ear. You nod helplessly, your body burning from the inside out. “Tell me, louder, come on,” a smack echoes in the small room, and pain blossoms over your ass cheek. “Come on, louder.”

“Yes!” you cry out. In a weak attempt to meet his thrusts, you roll your hips. “Yes, this is what I wanted. I’ve never stopped thinking about it—never stopped thinking about you.”

“Is this pussy mine?”

“Yes, it’s fucking yours.”

Your voice must’ve come out too much like a whisper because Joel’s pace quickens. He fucks you hard, deep, hammering into you until you’re struggling for air. He wraps thick fingers around your neck, squeezing until there’s pressure building under your eyes, your lungs burning.

He loosens his grip around your throat, “I wanna hear it, come on now, don’t make me beg for it. Tell me, is it mine?”

“Yours! It’s fucking yours!”

Suddenly Joel is underneath you and you’re on top, his hips relentless as he snaps his hips up into you. It feels even better now. The way his cock massages your walls shooting crackles of electricity up your spine. He holds your ass with both hands and spreads you for his liking.

You moan his name and when you look down, seeing him staring at your face, a sudden gush of embarrassment overwhelms you and with a small whimper, you cover his eyes with both your hands. Joel grits his teeth at that. He fucks you harder, the vicious way he presses inside making you gasp and drop your hands so you can brace yourself by flattening your palms over his chest. His eyes flash with anger.

“Why the fuck—” he growls, “would you cover my eyes?”

“I–I got embarrassed—” you squeeze your eyes shut and open them back again. You push down your hips, taking him to the hilt as a form of apology, but he doesn’t seem to accept it and holds you still. Your head falls back with his every thrust.

“If you ever pull that stunt again, I’ll take you over my knee,” he rasps, ignoring the way your pussy clenches at his words.

His finger teases your asshole and beads of sweat gather at your tailbone. Joel’s grin is dangerous, something you’d run away from rather than run towards. But you can’t help it. A wanton moan rattles your throat, your pussy clenching hard around his cock. He presses forward, burying his finger down to the first knuckle. You shudder over and over, your body building tension and releasing it simultaneously.

“You like that, wildflower?” he groans, thrusting his finger in and out while snapping his hips up. “You enjoy it when I play with your tight little asshole?”

“Fuck, fuck—Joel—yes, yes I do.”

Before you can catch your breath, you’re being hauled towards the closed door, the emptiness you feel sudden and cold. He pulls your hips up, presses your cheek against the barely standing wood. Your hard nipples graze against the surface, a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine. Again, Joel thrusts forward, filling you to the brim. The mild pain tingles within your lower abdomen and you melt against him, eyes rolling back as you wiggle your ass for him.

“He’s so much bigger than you!” you groan, bracing your palm against the door. “You hear me, Liam? Never had a bigger cock in my life, I’m soaked.”

Liam’s muffled voice follows through, “Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell is wrong with you? You fucking whore!”

You know it shouldn’t, but his words still jar you.

“I’ll fuckin’ break his hands for that, don’t you worry darlin’,” Joel mutters into your skin, his words marking you as something untouchable. “And I’ll make it fuckin’ hurt.” He then kisses your shoulder and shouts towards the door, slamming especially hard this time so the thud of you hitting the door echoes. “You’re the one who gambled her like some kind of prize you dickhead. Don’t blame her for feelin’ good about it!”

“You could never satisfy me,” you say barely above a whisper, like you’re not entirely sure you’re allowed to feel good about this. About finally having him all to yourself.

“That’s it, tell him,” Joel growls, pushing his cock even deeper. You swear that if you looked down at your stomach, you’d see a bulge, as impossible as that sounds. “Tell him.”

You desperately grab at Joel’s forearms, feeling the sinewy muscle tense. Your slick drips down his length and wets the inside of your thighs. With a loud moan you repeat your words and it feels delightful.

You only smile when you hear the outer door close shut. Liam is gone.

“Yes yes yes,” Joel murmurs into your neck, ramming into you harder. “That’s it, come on my cock, sweetheart, please—I wanna feel it—”

Your breath catches in your throat, body seizing, “B—Bed,” you manage to choke out.

If he pulled out, you’re not aware. His body is a constant presence against your back, lips always latched on to a patch of skin, tasting the salt. Joel lays you down gently and pushes your legs high enough that it grazes your forehead with every desperate snap of his hips.

“Is this what you want?” he groans, the wet noises of him fucking into the tight fist of your cunt bouncing off the walls.

“Yes, Joel— this is what I want.”

“My whore,” he leans over and grinds into you. He slips his tongue into your mouth, sucks on your tongue. The back of your thighs ache with protest but you whimper into the kiss anyway. Breaking the kiss, Joel breathes into you, “My good sweet little whore,” and another kiss.

Your eyes roll back, “So deep,” you groan, breaking the kiss.

“Deeper deeper deeper,” Joel mocks you by mimicking your dazed tone with his drawl. He slowly pushes in, holding himself there, he halts your breath. “How’s that, wildflower? Deep enough for you?”

“Oh god, Joel—” you choke. You fist the sheets, your cunt fluttering and throbbing. He doesn’t move, he flexes his cock and the pressure of that is enough to break you.

Joel wasn’t expecting it, this much your muddled brain is able to realize from the shocked groan he lets out. His lips find purchase on your forehead, kissing and mumbling praise as your entire body clenches and releases, your pussy gushing around him. You feel the trickles of fresh wetness ripping out of you and all you can do is take it when Joel resumes his thrusts, fucking you through your messy orgasm.

Despite your insistent begging of wanting him to come inside, Joel pulls out, coming undone instantly as he does so. He rubs himself over your mound, thick ropes of come spurting across your stomach and even the underside of your right breast. He releases your legs and they fall limply to his sides.

Joel kisses you long and deep, his weight comforting above your trembling body. When he finally pulls away, he lets out a low chuckle and brushes your noses together.

“I think he left, sweetheart.”

“Good,” you mumble and press a quick kiss to his flushed lips. “All I want is you.”

Liam’s not your boyfriend anymore.

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