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New Squirrelwhisker family tree!!
Ok so now what Iâve changed is that Sandstorm + Featherkit and Cricketkit are now the kits of Runningbreeze (Runningwind) and a Rouge/Bloodclan cat Tess (sheâs a character in Ravenpawâs Path), they were both young at the time, it was a very non serious relationship and ended when she got pregnant. Tess asked Runningbreeze to take them back to his clan as Tess didnât have the means to take care of them, nor did she want kits, and Runningbreeze had a community of cats to raise them, he agreed and before they were born he asked Dapplecloud (Dappletail) to take them.
More Character backstory below
Dapplecloud had wanted kits for a very long time, she was mates with Stormtail for a time when she was a younger warrior but she couldnât have kits, which was definitely hard on her. At some point sheâd broken up with Stormtail realising their relationship was not healthy and tried to focus on spending more time on her family, she absolutely loved her niece and nephew, she and her brother were very close with Mouseburr and Runningbreeze, they were Auntie Dapplecloud and Uncle Thrushpelt and great warriors the two of them looked up to.
So when Runningbreeze came to her asking for her help, Dapplecloud agreed, no warrior would turn down kits in need, especially family. Sometime in the future a part of Dapplecloud would regret this decision.
In the first two months every thing was fine, the kits were little angels, Rodinwingâs litter was taking a liking to the three new little kits and Willowpelt was settling into the nursery. Rosetail, the caretaker of the nursery was going to have her paws full.
But as the months of winter went on, the prey became increasingly more scarce then others, so many cats died that winter. Her brother, Leopardfoot, two of Robinwingâs kits along with her mate and herself⌠and so many moreâŚ.
Cricketkit and then Featherkit included⌠Cricketkit early on and Featherkit so close to being apprenticed, he was born deaf but that never stopped him, he and his family had developed their own language built on clan cats own limited sign language used in patrols and other clan activities. Featherkit was a determined and kind kit. But the harsh winter does not care about the lives of mortals.
The loss affected her deeply⌠But Sandkit and the rest of the clan continued on.
One of the things that brings Sandstorm and Fireheart together is Cloudkit, in my rewrite Cloudtail and Snowkit are the same character. When Fireheart brings Cloudkit and asks Bluestar to let him stay in the clan, amongst the many voices saying not to let another âweakâ kittypet in, Sandstorm surprises Fireheart by advocating for Cloudkit (the little white kit reminds her of her brother) and when Cloudkit is discovered to be hard of hearing Sandstorm and Dapplecloud help Fireheart and Brindleface with different signs and signals.
Cloudtail goes on to help Brightheart when she becomes hard of hearing after the dog attack and their daughter Whitewing, while not hard of hearing is a fantastic sign language teacher and goes on to teach many young cats in Thunderclan and even some cats in other clans the more developed sign language.
Other family treeâs that relate to this one:
SandFire // Mumblefoot
#warrior cats#squirrelwhisker#eaglestorm#windflight#harepounce#rainfur#trushpelt#dappletail#tawnyspots#one-eye#halftail#wc tess#runningwind#mousefur#sandstorm#cricketkit#featherkit#mousetoe wc rewrite
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can you do tess from bloodclan?
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The rest of Bloodclan: Bone, Brick, Claw, Snipe, Fury, Jaggedtooth, Pounce, Snapper, Tess, Willie, and Minty. Nightwhisper was not part of Bloodclan. Snowflake, Icicle, Cloudy, and Sniff are Willie and Minty's kits, and the whole middle row is from the manga Ravenpaw's Path, and so their designs are based heavily on the ones in the manga.
Originally posted on IG December 2021
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â TASTE ME WHEN SHE'S KISSING YOU â
pairing. abby anderson x fem!reader x owen!pissoff
TASTE ME WHEN SHE'S KISSING YOU, being friends with benefits with abby is no easy feat, continuously finding yourself at odds with what you know is logic and a heavy heart but at tess and joelâs wedding, push comes to shove. putting you and abby between a rock and a hard place.
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warnings y disclaimers. eighteen+, wedding!au, cheating, friends to lovers (kinda?), abby in a fucking suit, lowkey!mean abby, smidge of sub!abby, slight daddy!kink, angst + fluff + smut ps the whole trifecta, light bondage (r!tied up), fingering, 69ing, pussy munching, anal teasing, mean!abby, sub!reader, reader desc. feminine, anti-owen energy, lowkey mel slander.
wc. 21k+
hi guys! it's finally here! m'so proud of this one created with my love, @absfawn. this baby is our pride and joy, we had the most fun writing this together and hope y'all enjoy it as well. if you like it, let us know! feedback truly means a lot. anyways, happy reading!
Things have always been challenging for both of you. From the moment you met, friendship blossomed, sustaining for years, longer than Abby expected. Sheâs grateful for you but doesnât know how you still tolerate her. An inkling can be found in the pit of her stomach, and every time her gaze catches you, thereâs a hope that terrifies her. Almost a promise or a future she knows she wants but doesnât think she can ever have.Â
Itâs been like this since the moment the two of you met.Â
She remembers the first time she spoke of you, with Tess and Joel at the monthly dinner they had every first of the month, the light in her bright blues putting the full moon to shame. While Joel just chucked it up to a blossoming friendship, Tess could see something different â something bright. It shocked Tess even more when Abby brought Owen when she came to visit and not you. Her shine didnât exist when Abby was with her boyfriend, but it did with you. Just a few months later, Tess met you, and she chucked when she saw how Abby couldnât keep your eyes off of you. She constantly tended to you, ensuring you were comfortable, or the not-so-subtle hand rubbing your thigh sweetly.Â
Joel was clueless about the behavior, but Tess could see it clearly as day.Â
Tess had never seen Abby so full of joy, not since her mother had so tragically been taken away from her.Â
Ever since her motherâs passing, Tess has been the one to take her under her protective wing. She was one of the very few Abby couldnât count on, gracious to be there to hold her hand and wipe her tears when she lost her mother in her early teen years. As much as Abby loves her Father, the moments she misses her mom are more vigorous than one would like to admit. The specific way she would braid her golden hair or the tender kiss she would leave on her temple before she wished Abby goodnight. Her age didnât matter; her mom never let her feel unloved from the moment she held her as a newborn. Abbyâs curious eyes were all it took for mom to be enamored with her daughter.Â
When her grades started slipping, and her absence at school became apparent, her soccer coach snapped her out. She let Abby talk about her mom when her Father, Jerry, was too weak to discuss the elephant in the room. Abby never blames him; she is the love of his life, and he mourns her every day. He looks at her bright blues, and the touch of green surrounding the irises reflects her mothers. She also talked about how soft spoken Abby is, how particular she is with her tidiness, and how she learned to braid her hair like her mother used to.Â
Ever since then, the bond they shared nearly became unbreakable.Â
Tess never had a child of her own, and she never could either, but with Abby, it almost felt like she was one of her ownâthe adoptive daughter she didnât even know she needed but couldnât imagine her life without. Even if Abby has to take a flight to see her, they never miss their Sunday afternoon call, where they catch up on the nonsense in both of their lives.Â
Itâs one of the most incredible comforts Abby has. Sheâll treasure it for as long as she has Tess, her second chance at a motherâs love, she likes to call it. However, Abby couldnât get away with hiding in the dark sometimes because of how close they were. Especially when she brought you over for the holidays for the first time.Â
Two Years EarlierâŚ
âI donât know whatâs going on with you and Owen or you and her, but donât mess it up with her.â Tess mumbles as they watch from a distance. There you are, Joel, and you, her Father, Jerry, preparing Thanksgiving dinner. You look happy. It brings a delightful smile to Abby. It feels right, you being here with her, how easy all of it is except for why itâs so painfully not.Â
âYeah, I might be putting my foot in my mouth with this one,â Abby admits. She sips on the chilled beer you brought her a few moments ago.Â
âSomething is going on, isnât it? Showing up with her instead of Owen is surely saying something.â Tess huffs out ironically. âCanât imagine one like that is too keen on someone other than himself taking up time in your life.âÂ
âI suppose something is going on,â Abby says so quickly that Tess almost misses it.Â
âAbigail Anderson.âÂ
âI know! Okay, Iâll stop it. I justââ She pauses to look at you, making an effort with her Father as Jerryâs probably telling you some old joke youâve already heard three too many times, but you humor him.Â
âYou love her.âÂ
âI donâtââÂ
âDonât even, Abigail.â The older woman bites back. Abby opens her mouth to say a line of defense, but it says so openly that she thinks a fly might go ahead and make a home.Â
Tess has always been a no bullshit kind of woman. She was never one to beat around the bush; she always directly called out Abby on her own shit. When it stunk, she would be the first to tell her.Â
âI donât have to tell you how this looks, do I?âÂ
âNope. Weâre crystal clear.âÂ
Dinner goes off without a hitch. There is roasted hamâthe biggest ham Abby has ever seenâmashed potatoes, green bean casserole, beets, sweet potatoes, and her favoriteâapple pie. Everyone digs in rather quickly. The Southern meal does wonders for the heart but silences the makeshift family. Abby can hear Joel moan as he stuffs his mouth full of potatoes.Â
Her dad keeps the conversation light, asking where Ellie is. Apparently, her flight got snowed in. She missed the original flight due to not setting an alarm, resulting in oversleeping an hour past her flight. Everyone is quietly talking when you notice some gravy dribbling down her lips.Â
âHere, Abs, let me get it.â Instead of using your napkin to clean up the mess, your thumb wipes it off her pink and pouty lips, doing it all with a sweet smile on your face. As if it had never happened, you dig back into your food.Â
You miss it.Â
Tess gives Abby a deadly look, her eyes bugging at the mannerisms. How close the two of you must be that Abby, who isnât one for physical touch, let you do something so intimate and so easily at that. Raising her eyebrows as if to signal if it genuinely happened, Abby measly shrugged at Tess as if it was no big deal.Â
The rest of the night, Abby was mindful of how close they got to you, but you seemed to really not give a fuck. After you were done eating, your head resting on her shoulder as you lightly engaged in conversation, the food doing its job, nearly subduing you into a small comatose.Â
No more than a few hours later, you have a glass of wine as you sit next to Abby, joking with Joel as you rub the back of her muscular back. Drawing random patterns on her spine as she nearly moans from the tingles sent through your body.Â
This is everything Abby wants at her fingertips; you are everything sheâs ever wanted. The way youâre so soft, delicate when you handle other people, how when you comfort her, itâs the warmest sheâs felt in god knows how long. She thinks of Owen and how he makes her feel, but it doesnât make her feel anything at times, not the intensity she feels in the rapid beat of her heart each time she feels your comforting touch or your sweet voice dripping honey all over her.Â
Life has always been in black and white â good and bad choices for her.Â
But none of this seemed to be that simple.Â
Especially since sheâs the said person making the questionable decisions. Desperately, she finds herself forced to think of it each time Tess throws her a glance each time you do something entirely too intimate for a platonic, casual friend. Nothing about this is purely a token of friendship, but the only person questioning it is the woman who knows her like the back of her hand.Â
The last night sheâs there, her urges give in, especially when youâre begging for it. Itâs not even thirty minutes since you went to the guest bedroom, separate from her own, and youâre knocking on her door. Your pupils are dilated, thighs rubbing against one another, your perky tits visible through the think tank top and pajama shorts youâre wearing.Â
It isnât long before youâre in her bed, deliciously placed on top of her with you, with your slick folds gliding against her. Even with as good as it feels, how close Abby knows sheâs getting, the tight knot in her stomach begging to be released, she savors the moment. Itâs a slight tick she has, watching you as you use her body to feel the euphoric rise. The headboard creaks as you roll your hips. Abby should care that someone might hear them, but when your pace increases, her body twitches, and she loses control, finding it difficult for anything else to cross her mind. The irresistible high Abby rides sends you into your own, your body collapsing on top of her.Â
With the palm of her hands, she soothes your back, rubbing her hands up and down your spine, your body shaking from the orgasm.Â
Maybe itâs the holidays or seeing you with her family. The words she desperately wants to say threaten to spill over her tongue. Almost as if you can sense it, your lips find hers as you reach backward to grab her hands, intertwining them with your own before pinning them over her head. A flutter fills the blonde as you kiss along her jaw sweetly before finding her lips again, telling her everything you know the both of you canât say.Â
âCause the reality is Abby isnât yours to hold, but the two of you will keep pretending like she is. You fall asleep cuddled into her frame, your soft breath grazing into her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Just like every night this happens, Abby canât sleep.Â
From a very young age, Abby has always been one to worry, keeping her up all night. Her mother had to convince her to take melatonin, which dissolves on her tongue just so she could get sleep throughout grade school. As the years passed, her life became more complicated, and the amount of sleep she got seemed to decrease substantially.Â
Carefully, she untangles her limbs, not wanting to disturb your peaceful slumber. She blows a puff of smoke, swinging back and forth on the porch swing, and the moonlight kisses her cheeks. As much as Abby likes to deny it, the holidays make her miss home, but sheâs found another thousands of miles away thatâs hard to give up.Â
Of course, Tess canât sleep either.Â
She takes the bud from Abbyâs grip and takes a hit herself.Â
âYou know these are so bad for you.â Tess shakes her head, the draw she has peeping through.Â
âNot bad enough for you, huh?â Abby giggles as Tess rolls her eyes. If she looks closely enough, she sees the little thirteen year old mamaâs girl before her eyes. The sentiment nearly makes Tessâ eyes water. Itâs been such a long time since sheâs seen the bright-eyed athlete this blissful. âGuess not, Abigail.âÂ
âJerry was talkinâ about you and her after yâall retreated for the night.â Abbyâs eyes quirk up, her body language becoming rigid at the mention of you. She tries to ease her nerves, taking another hit as she allows the cannabis to infiltrate her lungs, almost holding a candle to the insatiable addiction she has for you. âOh yeah?âÂ
She passes the joint back to Tess as she takes another hit, blowing it into the crispy fall wind as it kisses the oak tree hovering over the house. Abby isnât sure why it puts her own edge or why there is a need to protect you from any further suspicions. The status of her current relationship, the one she has with you, why Owen isnât here with her, and why you are. Itâs an answer she doesnât really have yet. Â
âLess arguing with her than Owen. Itâs what he joked about, nothing serious. Unwound that neck of yours, thought youâd be less tense with all that creaking.âÂ
âTess!âÂ
âWhat? Iâm old, not deaf.âÂ
Abby canât help the blush creeping up her neck, crawling to her freckled cheeks. She doesnât want to smile or expose her feelings about you more than tonight, but she fails. It creeps on her just like you have. The only thing sheâs sure of is it wonât halt anytime soon. This deep hole sheâs dug herself in just gets her closer to hell, but sinning has never felt so euphoric. She feels it every time your sweet taste dances on her tongue or your giggle is so light it fills everyone in the room with joy. Her favorite has to be your smile. Abby swears sheâs seeing an angel for the first time.Â
âJust say it. If you canât tell anyone else, tell me. You canât tell her right now, or that girl will run in another direction, leaving you with that sorry excuse for a man by your side.â Tess huffs as Abby rolls her eyes.Â
âHeâs not that bad.âÂ
âHe must be that bad if youâre hooking up with someone who isnât your boyfriend, Abigail.â Abbyâs mouth opens, and no words manage to crawl out as she looks at Tess with wide eyes. Sure, she was a blunt and honest person most of the time, but she could have saved Abby the trouble of being so fucking honest for just a moment. Just to save her already breaking heart.Â
âSânot what it isââ
âNo?â Tess cocked her head to the side, looking at Abby silently, almost as if she was trying to figure her out. âThen what is it? Just us here, Abby. Like I said if you canât turn to anyone else and speak to them about whatever the fuck is going on, at least speak to me. Is that not what I told you years ago? If you are ever having a problem or an issue, you come to me, and I will do my best to help you.â
Abby lowers her head in shame or frustrationâshe has no idea whichâand inhales deeply. âItâs sânot that easy. You think me sitting here, smoking with you, is going to make it easier? Because I wonât. I donât know why youâre trying so hard.â
âBecause I love you, and I donât want to see you or anyone else hurt in the process.â Sheâs blunt again, but her serious face falters just a little bit when Abby nods slowly. âAbbyââ
âYou donât understand. You donât understand how much it hurts,â Her blue eyes pierce into Tessâs, and she feels her heart break piece by piece. âYou donât, you have Joel, you have each other, a love you share doesnât always happen to everyone else. I wonât get a love like yours because mâjust fucking up my life by hurting everyone who walks into it. Owen doesnât even look at me the same anymore, and what am i supposed to do? Slap on a smile and act like thatâs fuckin normal? And when he is fine? Itâs not important enough for him to see. Being with her is something I havenât felt or had before.â
âYou either tell her you love her or you end it, sâânot right, and you know it. Youâre just stringing her along.âÂ
âYou think I donât fucking know that?â Abby scoffs and tugs at her hair with a soft growl under her breath. âYou think I donât think about that whenever I tell her to leave? Even though she can make my shitty night into something perfect? Do you think mânot thinking that the entire time? What do you want me to say to her? I love you, but I canât ruin your life because I love fucking up mine?â She laughs, one Tess can smell is fake, and shrugs to herself.Â
âEverything Iâve had, or had, gets taken from me, and when I find the one thing that mâhere for, and I canât do anything but see her behind closed doors, those stupid glances and smiles that make my heart feel like itâs going to rip out my chest? Thatâs what is fucking keeping me alive. Just to see her fuckin face, to see her smile, makes me feel alive. It makes me feel again.â Abby finally looks up at Tess, the walls sheâs built up for years slowly crack. âYou think I donât know mâbreaking her heart because I have no idea what I'm doing with my life right now? You're wrong if you think I donât because I spend endless nights hating myself for it. No one will ever hate me more than I hate myself, Tess.â
For once, Tess is stunned into silence. Abby closed herself off from friends and family as she grew older, never opening up about her feelings and emotions. Even if people said it wasnât a healthy thing to do, she never listened and kept at it. âNo one hates you, Abby.â Her voice is quiet and cautious as she reaches for Abbyâs hand, a hand thatâs suddenly grown colder as the minutes pass.
âI hate myself,â Abbyâs voice cracks, a younger shell of herself clawing its way out. âI hate myself and donât know what to do.â
âYou need to start being honest with yourself, Abby.â Tess smiled, reaching up and wiping Abbyâs tears away with a soft touch. âHow badly do you love her?â
âTo the point, I canât be without her.â
Abbyâs body leans more into Tessâs touch the longer she wipes away her tears and rests her head on her shoulder. âThen you have to tell her, you know? I know the entire situation is a fucked up one, at best, but youâre still hurting yourself. I donât want you to hate yourself, and I donât want you to end up being hurt in the end. Do you understand where Iâm coming from? Thatâs all I want for you, to be happy. Thatâs all Iâve ever wanted for you, Abigail.â
âShe makes me happy, Tess.â
âI know, Sweetheart,â Tess mumbles against her temple and brushes loose strands of hair behind her ear. âTalking and admitting things isnât easy for you like it is for others. I know that, but you canât keep holding in how you feel because you are scared to hurt the person whoâs supposed to take care of you. We can see you arenât happy with Owen, Abby, everyone can see it but you and him. If you love her and not him, you need to tell her. Iâm here, Iâm always here if you need that extra bit of help, but getting how you feel off your chest, to her, will do you good.â
Abby makes a sound between a groan and a huff before nodding against Tessâs shoulder slower than a snail slides. âMâtrying. Everyday mâtrying but itâs just so hard.â
âIâm not telling you to tell her about the day when you would throw a fit when I tried to brush your hair or would slap the scissors out my hand whenever you asked me to cut your hair; you donât have to rush yourself, I know that people are hurting but you are also hurting, and thatâs the last thing I want for you. Go at your own pace, but donât leave it too late, Abby. People only wait for a certain amount of time.â
âWhat if Iâve already lost her?â Abby canât help but insecurely ask.
âI donât think she would still be happy to see you if you lost her, Abigail. The girl isnât going anywhere, but she might if you donât tell her how you really feel. I can see the way she looks at you, itâs the same way Joel looks at me, actually,â Tess laughed, slapping Abbyâs head lighty when she playfully made gagging sounds. âEnough of that.â
âYes, Maâam.â
âAs I was saying, she looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. If you lost her, she wouldnât continue to look at you like that. That is all I'm saying. Given how shitty the entire situation is right now, I Can tell you that girl is not going anywhere. You just need that extra push to tell her how you really feel, okay?â
Abby lifts her head and looks at Tess, her eyes red and slightly puffy; a small smile appears on her lips before she nods again. âOkay,â She sucked in a deep breath. âIâll try. Thank you.â The blonde sniffles.
âThatâs what Iâm here for, to make sure you stay out of shit like this,â Tess jokes while Abby simply rolls her eyes. âYouâre the best thing in my life, Abby, I hate to see you so upset.â
âI thought Joel was the best thing in your life?â
âWhat he doesnât know doesnât hurt him, you will always be my favourite person. Just think next time before something like this happens, for my sake. Iâm getting older, you know.â She shoves Abbyâs shoulder with hers gently and squeezes her hand. âI love you. Even if you have ruined my makeup.â
That has Abby on alert, her eyes widening as she looks at Tess to find the once perfect mascara smudged under her eyes. âDid I make you cry? Mâsorryââ
âI give a shit about you, Abby. When youâre hurt, Iâm hurt because youâre in pain, and sometimes I donât know what to do to make you feel better,â She admitted softly. âIf you think I can sit here and not cry when youâre telling me you hate yourself, then you are stupid. It breaks my heart to know you think so little of yourself. Youâre perfect, you hear me? No matter what is happening, youâre worth so much more. You deserve so much more than what heâs giving you. If heâs the reason you think of yourself so little of yourself like this, Iâll park my foot up his ass.â
A wet laugh rips through Abbyâs throat before she can stop it and Tess is just happy that Abbyâs already feeling just a little better. âI would like to see that,â She giggled, wiping her eyes and shaking her head. âItâs notâ I think Iâve just started hating myself over the years because itâs easier than loving myself. I donât know, sometimes I don't think mâgood enough for anyone so hating myself seemed easier, mâworking on it, I promise.âÂ
âYouâre good enough, Abigail. Youâre more than enough. I donât care if it takes me years, iâll make you see how perfect you are. You deserve more than heâs ever given you. I just wish you would see that. She makes you happy, he doesnât. You and her work. I only had to find you both looking at each other with that smile, and I knew. You canât hide anything from me, ever. Itâs impossible.â Tess smiled, a smile that Abby missed when she was always so serious.
âI love you,â Abby chokes out, voice slightly rough and raspy, but she gets it out. âI know I donât tell or show you enough, but I do love you. I know that I don't say anything enough, but thank you, and not just for tonight. It has been for every night, every day, since I was younger. For never giving up on me when some days I really wished you would. Some days, you would look at me, and I just wished you would give up on me because I didnât want to disappoint someone else I love.â
âYou never disappoint me, Abby. You could never do that.â
âNot even right now?â
âYou might have put yourself in a stupid place right now, but that doesnât mean youâve disappointed me. Thatâs something that you could seriously never do. You just need to think about what you want and do it. No more holding back. Take that leap and go for what you want.â
âI want her. Iâve always only ever wanted her, Tess.â
âThen stop crying in my arms and go get your girl.âÂ
âÂ
Two Years LaterâŚ
Abby, now more than ever, wonders if sheâs truly become this malignant villain. Even with good intentions, she still manages a way to wreak havoc in your life â only wishing to be your savior but somehow ending up your heinous villain. The rose colored glasses covering your perfect, beautiful eyes, not being able to see whatâs so clearly in front of you.Â
For there is a day like today, where she canât even stand to look at herself in the mirror. Itâs a truly, unsettling, aching feeling that wells in her chest before it sinks to her stomach. Silently, she tells herself, this will be the last. You deserve more than this.Â
She promises to end things with Owen, her long standing boyfriend, the needle in your spin. The needle in the haystack you need to pluck and throw into another dimension. Every time you bring him up, Abby closes herself off or redirects the subject. If thereâs one thing she despises, itâs talking about him when sheâs with you. She tells herself it doesnât but the guilt consumes her, not for being with you but because sheâs unable to give you what you deserve.Â
Abby canât quite stop herself from dragging her feet in the mud, the impending blow of her relationship with Owen is near but still halts. A safety net may be the cause of her hollow demise, but itâll be there to catch her.Â
You question why she needs him at all.Â
Late night booty calls where sheâll have to make up some lie to Owen as she seeks the refuge of the nectar she craves on her salivating lips, how the insatiable blonde wonât stop until youâre coating over lips entirely, the sweet sensation dancing on her tongue as she swallows every drop. When sheâs practically dying for a taste, you never say no to her, even if you should, you're not capable of it. Even if her intentions are well placed she still takes advantage of the situation.Â
Abby wonders if itâs obvious how much craves for a moment of your undivided attention. Do you know how much you replay in her mind? The moans rivaling a symphony, the one she imagines as Abby gets off to the thought of you. Thick, long fingers stuffed in her cunt as she contemplates if you do the same. It seems you must when youâre calling her tonight, moaning her name softly as you beg her to come over. Even if she was just there last night, Abby would come running like a dog digging for their favorite bone.
As long as you asked, she will always come.Â
It isnât until after when youâre so blissed and fucked out, the guilt surfaces again, practically substituting the blood supply pumping through her veins. Hazy eyes clouded with lust and love look at her, the damn look always getting her in this bed with you. To no avail, itâs a cycle she created and enabled, the two of you too weak with need to break.Â
Abby feels shame when she doesnât let the love reach her eyes, the love that reaches yours every time you look at her. Sheâs envious of it. How open your love expands even when sheâs done nothing but tangle you up in her web of lies and deceit.Â
Sheâs only snapped out of her thoughts when you run your fingers through her golden hair, her blocked blues, void of any tell of what sheâs thinking looks at you again, really looks instead of just staring off into whatever has her so tripped up. She tries anyway.Â
âBaby, come back to me.âÂ
The pad of your thumb caresses her scarred cheek, delicately tracing patterns into her soft skin, but you know she wonât come back. Not mentally, not until thereâs distance from what the both of you did. Until it happens again and this is where the both of you land again.Â
âI donât knowââ You shut her up, lips locking with her even softer ones, pink and swollen from the past few hours.Â
âStop. Please? Would you just look at me?âÂ
âI amâŚlooking.âÂ
âBaby?â You speak softly, so delicate it makes Abby nearly whine. The name of endearment, as soon as it falls, engraves your name on another piece of her heart. Each time youâre sweeter to her than she deserves, a little part of her is given to you. Abby isnât sure how much she has left that doesnât belong to you.Â
Every bit of it is yours to have, even if you decide you donât want it, her heart will always belong to you.Â
âYeah?â She leans into your touch, even if itâs just for a singular second, you pick up on it.Â
âCan you stay tonight?â You plead as you crane your neck to look at her from a better angle, fully coming off your high, until itâs replaced with a new one. Every second you look at her it feeds the endless addiction you have for her, the drug you need more and more every day.Â
âYeah, Iâll stay.â Her voice is full of rasp as she agrees to your request. Then she uses her strength to pull you back on top of her. Your face rests against hers as you find warmth in the crook of her neck, smelling the familiar oak scent laced with vanilla as she runs a gentle hand up and down your spine. Even if youâre afraid this will stop at any given moment, you cherish the moment.Â
Abby starts telling you about her day, all the stupid little shit, just boring no sequential errands she was running to fill her days. Itâs strangely domestic, a side she doesnât expose often. With you or anyone. The complaints about Abbyâs stone wall are said often to Mel. How sheâs nearly stoic these days, staying in the confinements of her own mind, watching as the world passes her by instead of living in it.Â
What neither of them neglect to know she is, but itâs done in such secrecy the omission must die on your tongue. The dirty little secret you must protect like an oath you donât remember swearing, but with Abby itâs all the same.Â
You would do anything for her. As much as it hurts in the big moments when she canât be here with you, it heals you when sheâs in your bed, caressing your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Promises you want to believe, a complement of how pretty you are, or how much she misses you in the time youâre subjected to spend apart. Itâs when youâre strong, when you want more but know you canât have it so it makes you upset. Enough to the point where you distance yourself but ultimately this is where it always ends up. Not just for you, but for her too.Â
âMâsorry Iâve been avoiding you.â You confess, easier to say it when you donât have to look at her.Â
âItâs okay.â Abby thinks you should just leave her, cut her out of your life, leave her broken and bleeding. It should be the penance she pays for holding so much time in your life.Â
âItâs not. You wouldnât do it to me.â Abby sighs but she wraps you up in her strong arms, pulling you closer to her, if it was even possible. âI do sometimes, itâs not entirely true.âÂ
As you stroke her blonde hair, running your fingers through the strands you ask her something, a terrifying thought that feels you with so much dread, your hands begin to shake.Â
âAbby?â It isnât the usual way you say her name, itâs void of emotion which makes her create a slight distance so she can look at you. Youâre trying so hard not to cry, choking back the tears as but they start to slip, viciously without your permission. An instant, the girl below you starts wiping them away, doing her best to soothe you. âWhatâs wrong?â Laced with concern as you try to avoid her overpowering gaze, because if you do, you wonât get out what you need to say. Youâll fall into her, unable to find yourself, trapped in the abyss of the woman you love.Â
âJust promise me.âÂ
âPromise you what?âÂ
âPromise youâll be honest with me. Promise me if you get bored with me, if this becomes too much for you or if you decide itâs him and not me, youâll tell me. I can handle all of this but I canât handle being lied to or being shoved in the dark.âÂ
It doesnât take her more than a second to respond, âI promise. Youâll always have my honesty.â Abby locks her lips with yours, you whimper in her mouth, so loudly itâs nearly pathetic. She tastes the saltiness of your tears, the anguish funneling beneath you. Truthfully, she doesnât blame you. Two and a half years and youâre still here. Abby knows she doesnât deserve for you to be but you are. With the wedding coming up and her going with Owen, your place by her side is insignificant, making you wish things were different.Â
Abby tries to tell you how she feels through the kiss, without saying what she actually feels, what sheâs always wanted to tell you but canât. Itâs too cruel to say when Abby canât fully give herself to you. So, she holds you until you fall asleep in her arms and only then does she cry. Truly hating herself for breaking one of the only people sheâs ever truly loved, splitting you into two the longer she contemplates on what to do. She hopes youâre deep in sleep, unable to feel the tears kissing your shoulder because if anything has pushed her to the brink, itâs seeing the love of her life cry because of what sheâs done.Â
âÂ
Two week laterâŚ
Thursday. September 2024.Â
Abby couldnât stop moving, the entire ride to the airport in the shared uber with you by her side. Indifference. It was too much for her to hyperfixate on so she focused on the dreary cloud as gray as her depleted eyes, void of the natural blue tint it once held.Â
The ring on your thumb, an emerald stone, a gift from Abby for your birthday being constantly tapped with the blunt of your nail. Thereâs a craving Abby wants to satiate, a need bubbling at the service to link your fidgeting palm with hers but she canât.Â
This entire weekend she wonât be able to. Somehow, with the help of Owenâs oblivious nature, she convinced him itâd be a good idea to take separate flights due to her insane schedule which wasnât not true.Â
Just an exaggerated truth. At least thatâs what she told herself.Â
The ongoing fights with Owen, the pleading from you â rightfully so. Itâs tearing her in two different directions.Â
âAbsââ Your gentle touch lightly caresses her exposed forearm, âWeâre here.âÂ
Sheâs pulled back into reality with a touch so light and warm, Abby swears she sees stars. Even when youâre upset with her, your kindness still extends, something sheâs not quite sure what to do with. If she welcomes it, sheâs greedy for wanting to have her cake and eat it too. On the other hand if she dismisses you to ease her guilty conscience, it makes her into the malicious monster she never wants to be.Â
Abby carries both of your bags as you make your way through the airport. The only exception? Your personal carry-on you refuse to let her hold. She wants to question the action, but she lets it slip through the cracks.Â
The line to board is outrageously long. Absent-mindedly, Abbyâs head falls into the crook in your neck, her chest pressed against your back. She forgets she shouldnât feel the right to. Not when she promises so much but always tends to go back on her word.Â
Yet, you say nothing.Â
A part of you knows that if you say something, or try shrugging her off, itâs going to end in one of you saying the wrong thing, in a place at the wrong time, but on the other hand, you could never deny her touch, or being so close to her. She was intoxicating, maybe Abby didnât think so, but to you, she was all you wanted, all you wanted to be around. So when her body suddenly relaxes more against yours, and your hand wraps around to keep her up, her eyes, ones that were on the brink of falling asleep, snap open, you know sheâs got questions. Many of them. Many you donât have the heart of words to reply to. So you both say nothing, again. A silent action that holds everything. Abby doesnât need to ask whatâs going on in your head, the same way you donât need to ask whatâs going on in hers. You both already know.Â
By the time you make it onto the plane, Abby feels even closer. So close that you can smell the pinewood body wash she used this morning, the smell of her mint gum she keeps chewing on when you got the uber. You were so caught up in your own mind, and your crazy thoughts that you didnât even realize or feel the hand she had on your lower back, guiding you to where you were both seated. It was natural for her to do that when it was just you two. Keeping you safe, always having an arm around you just in case anything were to happen.jkÂ
Her touch always made you melt, she knew it, yet she didnât stop herself from letting go.
âDo you want the window seat, or?â Abby left the question open, itâs the most sheâs said to you all morning, her eyes did most of her talking whenever she would look at you, but even though you were somewhat upset with her, hearing her voice made you relax. âBabeâ the pet name rolls off her tongue so effortlessly and gently that she doesnât realize sheâs done it, itâs only when your head snaps up to look at her, with your lips parted, that she does. âShit, thatâs, mâsorry. I know youâre upset with me right nowââ
But you smile, maybe you laughed a little too, but she canât focus when youâre smiling at her like that. âAbs, sâokay. You say it a lot, it was going to happen.â you reminded her, fumbling with your ring again, a nervous habit youâre convinced only happens around her. âI know you like the window seat, even though you worry me when you completely zone out looking at the cloudsâ you teased, poking her in the shoulder lightly.  Â
âHey, clouds are relaxing to look at.â Abby shrugged, a cheeky smile curving up on her lips. âAnd i know you like being closer to the snacks when they bring them out, so we both winâ Sheâs teasing this time, and you let her. âBut you forget, you always make me buy you snacks before we go anywhereâ
âI donât make you, you offer to buy me them!â
âYou still take them though, donât you?â
âThatâs beside the point, Anderson, you know i love my snacks. Nothing will ever get in the way of me and them. No matter what you say.â
âNot even us?â
The question had your heart aching and you hadnât even sat down yet! Abby doesnât miss the way you look at her and then away from her, like you donât even know how to respond to that. She knows itâs too soon to be asking that, yet sometimes, her mouth runs before her brain can keep up with her. Something you did like about her. âNot here, Abby, pleaseâ your words came out as a whisper, eyes silently pleading at her.
âYouâre right, mâsorry, again. I seem to be fucking up a lot lately, donât i?â She smiles, but itâs one that doesnât reach her eyes like all the other times. Because she knows if she keeps asking, looking at you like that, acting like this is normal, itâs going to break you even more.Â
âYou havenât, youâre not, itâs just a lot, we can talk about it after, okay?âÂ
âAfter.â Abby nodded, the smile finally reaching her eyes.Â
Hope.
For the most part, once you had both sat in your seats, Abby by the window comfortably and you, on the outside seat, already patiently waiting for the snacks, the blonde hadnât uttered a single question that involved the pair of you. The one not long ago still lingered in your head, in your chest and it just consumed you. You were glad that she had decided to suddenly become quiet, looking out the small window in hopes she wouldnât accidentally spill another question that had you pulling more away from her.Â
She could handle a lot. Losing you was one she couldnât handle.Â
She knew she would lose you fully if she pressed too hard on a question.
Abby couldnât afford to let that happen.Â
Apart from the chatter of parents, and screaming children a few rows in front of you, Abby didnât move a muscle. It was funny. Sometimes if she were focused, she would grind her teeth together, you would only know that if youâve been around her long enough. You heard it one night. It was after a small fight with Owen, that she ended up at your apartment and you could hear the way she ground her teeth together from sitting beside her, but this time, not a single peep from her. Not even a flinch when one of the children screamed at the top of their lungs.Â
She didnât even drop hints that she knew you were looking over at her. Abby was used to your stare, used to the feeling of knowing when you would have your gaze on her whenever you had the chance that is, so maybe this was just her playing hard to get, but it still came as a shock that she wasnât even phased. One second sheâs missing you and your touch, to then not even caring about it or having it the next. After all this time, she was still hard to figure out, just like she was when you met her.
youâll figure her out, again, if you have to.
â
Friday. September 2024.
The night, one thatâs supposed to be happy and cheerful, doesnât seem to be like that for Abby. Donât get her wrong, sheâs happy, happy for those around her, happy for those having fun, happy for Joel and Tess on their engagement. I mean, why wouldnât she be happy for them? it was Joel and Tess, the same Tess thatâs been there for Abby during a few, more like multiple, rough patches in her life, listened to her when she felt like anything she did wasnât good enough, spoke to her about you, and how shitty she feels about not giving you everything you deserve. The same Tess thatâs never let her down, but as she stands here, away from everyone else who seems to be enjoying it, cradling a bottle of beer in her hand, Abby wants to run. She isnât sure why. All she knows is that the longer she watches the people around her, watches you, she wants the ground to swallow her whole, chew her up, and spit her back out.
Abby picks lamely at the label, easily torn away by the condensation of the bottle of beer, itâs all she can do at the moment. Owen seems to be interested in the topics Mel is bringing up. Any other night, she might feel her blood boiling in her presence but she finds herself otherwise occupied. The barstool sheâs nursing supports her thighs, Owenâs cologne is so strong she almost finds herself gagging on the musky oak, the one she hates. It reminds her of you, ironically enough.Â
Youâre the antithesis of him. Abby couldnât find one similarity if she tried. All hours for the rest of her life could be spent on this one task, yet it would always remain unfinished. The softness of your skin, putting the finest silk to shame. She thinks of your kind heart, the patience that extends to her in ways she doesnât feel deserving of. On more days than she has enough hands to count, youâve dropped your entire list of responsibilities for her. When thereâs been no one else, thereâs always been you.
Owen doesnât even notice how her jaw clenches, the muscles constricting against the harsh grind of her teeth, the grim frown gracing her sunkissed face, or even the way her firm hand fists the glass so hard, Abbyâs just a few moments waiting for it to blow. Part of her, however small it may be, wishes for the glass to pierce her sensitive porcelain skin. Maybe then youâd actually care instead of being lost in the shining emeraldâs of Ellie fucking Williams.Â
Abby wishes she crushed her skull the first chance she got.
Or maybe break her fingers.
She has an endless list.
One that seems to get shorter whenever she finds you. Her only reason is you.
Abby hates the way Ellieâs hands find refuge on your lower back, the same place she loves to place her own whenever sheâs close to you. She doesn't know why the way your face and smile light up at something sheâs said to you, tears Abby's heart into pieces. Just the way you look into Ellieâs eyes and laugh is like an arrow just got shot through her heart. So many promises sheâs made you, and the longer the seconds and minutes pass, she feels like youâre forgetting all about them. Maybe she only has herself to blame. No, she knows she is the only one to blame.Â
You werenât even hers, and she was losing you to someone who had already taken enough from her. That scares her. It scares her with how far she would go for you. Just to see you happy, safe, and smiling. There isnât a single thing she wouldnât do for you.Â
Sheâs scared to be yours, but sheâs terrified to not be yours.Â
Your eyes found hers like a magnet, almost as if you were trying to find her, and Abbyâs heart flutters at the sight when you smile at her. A smile she has devoted months upon months of trying to bring out of you with her shitty jokes and silliness. The prior worries and doubts seem to disappear into the back of her mind, disbursing like an open fire thatâs slowly burning out, and she gives you a small wave. A wave that has you waving her over, wanting her to be closer, needing her to enjoy herself.
âAbby, if you donât get over here, mâgoing to drag you off that stool!â You yelled over the music, your giggle sending another flutter in her chest. Did you seem to forget Ellie? Abby thought as she placed the bottle on the counter and sighed deeply through her nose.Â
Fumbling with her jacket sleeve cuff links, Abbyâs eyes, oneâs that you love to look at, stay locked to yours as she slowly makes her way towards you, a familiar look sparkling in those blue orbs of hers, and she has the nerve to fucking smirk one sheâs close enough. The blonde looks over at Ellie, that harsh resentment bubbling back up, before looking at you again with her hand out towards you. No words, just actions being thrown your way. âHow gentlewomanly of youâ you grinned, placing your hand in hers and a soft gasp slipped past your lips when she pulls you right into her chest. Not even a sheet of paper could fit between you both. Abby didnât care who was around, and who was going to complain about her dancing with you?
What you both donât notice is the way Mel suddenly stops her conversation with Owen, who was mindlessly babbling and yapping on about whatever the fuck he was talking about and cocked her head to the side when she spotted you and Abby. How one of her hands was now pressed against your lower back, the other holding onto yours. Yours seemingly comfortably on her shoulder.Â
Like you were so used to doing this with her.
âWhat the fuck are you looking at? I was trying to tell youââ Owens words get cut short when he, still oblivious as usual, turns around when he catches Melâs stare, one that wasnât directed at him, and his eyes land on Abby. His girlfriend. Who was way too close to you. Dancing like you werenât in a room full of people. Like you want people to fucking know.Â
He doesnât even seem to catch the way she looks at you. The small grin on her face that, for you, holds so much more than just an expression. To the way, her fingers flex against your back with each step you make to the sound of the music playing loudly over the speakers. Not to mention, she way she lowers her head, lips grazing the shell of your ear so softly that you almost whimper against her. âThis dress, sâpretty. Youâre prettyâ was all she whispered, and pulled away before you had time to respond.Â
Your eyes, without your want, flicker to the people crowding around one of the tablets, and your heart suddenly drops, as does your shy smile when you lock eyes with Owens. A clenched-jawed Owen that looks seconds away from bursting into flames. âAbs,â you couldnât help but mumble, body and brain refusing to look away from him. âHe looks angryâ
âWe are only dancing. Nothing wrong with thatâ She growled, not necessarily at you, but at the entire situation. She canât touch or hold you the way she wants to. Poor girl canât even say what sheâs already thinking, to you, without making a scene. âHeâs not gonna do anything.â She states firmly. âHe knows this night is important to Joel and Tess, and he knows their happiness is important to me. He wonât do say or anything to youâÂ
âBut what about to you?â
âThen let him.â
By the time the words tumble from her mouth, youâre pulling both your hands away from her when Owen is suddenly making his way towards you both. The warmth and safety you brought Abby, being ripped away from her, had her jaw locking and eye twitching. âAbbyâ He smiles, although you know itâs fake.Â
âWhat?â Her reply comes out somewhat slightly harsh which has him doing a double take and looking at you with angry eyes, again. Ones you were slightly getting used to already. âWe were dancing here, youâre ruining it. Did you want something?â
âDo you want to dance?â
Is he fucking serious?
Blinking away her thoughts repeatedly, Abby canât help but turn around to face her so-called boyfriend and raise her eyebrow at his question. âYou want to dance? Now? After youâve practically ignored me the entire time, only because mâdancing with someone else?â She didnât care if her words came out mean and cruel. She only can handle so much.Â
âI wasnât ignoring you, Absââ
âSure as fucking hell looked like you wereâ The blonde growled, the sound of her teeth grinding together had you looking up at her with wide eyes, and before you could comprehend what you were doing, you wrapped your hand around her arm and tugged her.Â
âAbby sâokay, letâs just go get some air, okay?â You pushed gently, silently hoping and praying in your head she would take the hint you were throwing and go. âWe donât need to cause a scene at their rehearsal dinner, pleaseâ
âWhat? Are you her guard dog now or something?â Owen canât stop before the question slips off the tip of his tongue, with a laugh. Not even when Abbyâs looking at him like she wants to kill him with her bare hands for simply thinking of such things. âCome on, Abby, i know you like to please people butââ
âBut nothing.â Abby was quick to cut him off. âYou know nothingâ
âWhy are you suddenly being such a bitch?â
Abby, who would do anything to snap at someone if she really wanted to, stepped back from Owen and raised an eyebrow at him. âAnd you wonder why i donât want to suddenly fucking dance with you. Grow the fuck up, Owen. First, you call me a dog, then you call me a bitch. If anyoneâs being a bitch, itâs you because youâre mad we were dancing. Doing nothing wrongâ She replied calmly, but the way her hands were twitching at her sides, told you a different story. âi need some fucking air, this room feels like itâs going to suffocate me if iâm near you any longerâ
Abbyâs walking away before you have time to ask if sheâs even okay.
Angrily eyeing up Owen, whoâs now looking down at his feet awkwardly before looking over at Mel, somewhat pleading for her to say something, you canât help but let out a gentle scoff. âCanât even go and check on your girlfriend to see if sheâs alright? What kind of âboyfriendâ are you supposed to be? Do we have to pay extra for giving a shit about her?â You laughed.Â
âOh fuck off, this is your fault!âÂ
You exhaled a deep sigh, his words stinging you in a way that hurt, but you didnât want to show that it affected you, so you just smiled sarcastically at him. âGo wag your tail to Mel, mâsure she would rather see you than anyone else would, dick breathâ
You hadnât seen the way both of them looked at you like a deer in headlights.Â
Abby was hard to find sometimes, most of the time she would disappear so fast that it was like she just went completely invisible. Other times, she would have simply gone home and never left her apartment again, but this was different. She wasnât at home, and she didnât know this place like the back of her hand. So surely finding her would be slightly easier.
Luck, or whatever they call it these days, must have been on your side as you found the blonde slumped on one of the benches, jacket crumpled beside her with her head thrown back and sighing deeply. Of all places she could have hidden, she chose to hide in the most obvious place. The fucking garden? âUsually when youâre mad, youâve already drunk 3 bottles of beer and are having some kind of psychotic breakâ Your voice rang out, snapping her back into reality. âAre you having a psychotic break?â
âDoes it look like mâhaving a fucking psychotic break?â She laughed. Deep and raspy. A sound that always has your thighs clenching together no matter the place or time.
âYouâre pretty good at masking your emotions, so you could beâ You shrugged, a small bite in your words as you placed yourself beside her. âBut you already knew that, didnât you?â
âDid you come out here just to piss me off? Because if you did, itâs workingâ
Your eyes found hers, and you couldnât even stop the way your breath hitched in your throat at the lazy grin plastered on her face. âNo, i came to check on you to see if you were okay, but him calling you a dog didnât bruise your ego that much so iâll leave if you want?â
Her hand reached out as you moved, her cold and rough ones grabbing onto your arm gently that you gasped at the action and pouted. âNo. Stay, donât leave, mâsorryâ She apologized, suddenly feeling too vulnerable and scared. Too open. âMâsorry, i know you donât have to stay, especially with how iâve treated you. I donât want to be here, sâall too much for me to handle. Being close to you, and not being able to do anything is driving me insane. I miss youâ Abby admitted, thumb brushing across the skin of your knuckles. âIâI need youâ
You donât see the flicker of vulnerability or hurt in Abbyâs eyes, you just look at her, trying to figure out her words. She didnât expect you to chuckle. âYou need me?â You repeated, shaking your head and scoffing. âIf you need me, like you say, why do you push me away? Why do you never pick me? Why do you always end up picking a guy who doesnât give a shit about you? A guy who would rather see you hurt, than happy? What does Owen have that i donât, Abby?â
âBecause mâscared ill fuck this up. Believe it or not, but youâre the only good thing i have, i canât fuck that up. I canât fuck you up. Do you think i donât think about you when iâm with him? Because youâre all i think about, and it drives me nuts because i canât do anything about it. I want you, i always want you, but iâm terrified youâll realise iâm just not it. That iâm not enough for you. Youâre the only thing i think about, but i donât want to ruin you or what we have.âÂ
You create some distance, venturing off down the makeshift isle displayed in the front of the garden. Florals formed in an arch, bigger than youâd ever seen, didnât really seem like Joel and Tessâ style, but it sure was beautiful. The pops of coral and different tones of pink rooted in a deep green. You find a moment of peace in the silence, not knowing what will be left between the two of you once the secret youâd been holding spills.Â
âAbigailâŚâ You take a deep breath trying to muster the courage, hoping itâs buried somewhere beneath you, only needing to be dug out.Â
Abby finds her heart dropping when she sees you standing under the arch. She thinks itâs cruel, just a glimpse of a future she wants so desperately but she doesnât even know where to begin. How can she earn you now? After everything sheâs doneâŚis there any redemption to be found?Â
âYou are ruining us. Each time you tell me youâre leaving but stay with him snuffs out everything we have.â Abby stands wanting to console you, but the look in your eyes keeps her at bay. The tears building in your beautiful eyes, and itâs not that youâre distraught, youâre clearly angry. Frustrated doesnât even begin to cover the overflow of emotions swarming through you.Â
Youâre exhausted with co-existing with him, pretending everything is fine and normal. That heâs the one who makes her happy, heâs the one who knows what she wants, what she needs â that heâs the one.Â
âTell me why.â Your tone is firm, hands crossed over as shiver in the crisp air of the spring wind. âTell me why itâs him and not me.âÂ
âWhat?â Abby bites back, her pearly whites grinding into each other as she nearly snarls. âYou canât be serious.âÂ
Anger starts to swirl beneath the deep pools, the one she hides so well, not even the best could decipher what she hides, all of the sweet nothings she wishes she could speak of but doesnât. Every time she wants to lash out at Owen for not treating her right but doesnât. The love she holds yet hides under lock and key. All of it is kept within her, only for her to know and see, but the anger slips.Â
Itâs evident the moment you tell her â Itâs Owen not me.Â
âHave you lost your goddamn mind?â Abby stalks you like youâre her prey, getting closer and closer to you. Your hands are unable to keep still when sheâs so close to you, making her overwhelming presence known. You wonât look at her and it pisses her the fuck off to no degree. Why canât you just see how much she needs you? âAfter everything. Everything weâve shared, youâre just gonna stand there, ask me some bullshit like that?âÂ
Youâve never been the one to have Abbyâs anger directed towards you, youâve witnessed it on others, but never yourself. Was it normal to feel so small against someone youâve known for years? Against someone who only has to look at you, hold you in their arms, and tell you that everything is okay?
âThen why canât you justââ
âItâs always been you!â Abby shouts, her voice so loud that the birds, who were calmly in their nests, flutter and fly away. âSo what else do you want me to fucking do?!â
That was your final nail in the coffin.
âI want you to choose me. I want you to want me the way I want you. I donât want to be someone you only want when heâs not around. To be first. Mânot fucking asking you for much, Abigail. Just to be the first in your life. Thatâs all.â
âYou know itâs not that easyâ
âItâs never fucking easy with youâ You scowled, eyes fluttering and watching her abruptly turning away from you. Even if youâve known her for years, she was cautious of who saw her like this. Or cautious whenever it came to her emotions. She didnât want to be seen as weak. Tonight though, tonight you didnât care what you said or did, you just wanted her to listen. Which is why you struggled to keep your mouth shut as she walked away. âDo you really think Owen gives a single fuck about you when heâs too busy shoving his tongue down Mel's throat like sheâs some kind of hydration?âÂ
If you didnât know Abby as well as you did, you would have cowered at the way her body halted in her steps, turned around slowly, and even from the distance between you both, you could see how tight she was clenching her jaw. âExcuse me?â
âAbby thatâs notââ
âNo.â She laughed, more so dryly as she shook her head. âOpen that fucking mouth and repeat what you said. Câmon, remember when i tell you to use your words? Yeah, fucking use them then. Say it againâ Sheâs in front of you again before you can blink, unsure of how she even moved that fast. âDonât hold back now, you want my attention? You got it. Come onâ
âAbby, please i didnât mean to say thatâ You frowned, fumbling with the ring on your finger nervously. âMâsorryâ
âYouâre sorry? Youâre asking me to pick between you both even though you kept this entire thing to yourself? You knew this entire time and you what? Thought if i admitted how much i want you, i wouldnât be as hurt when you told me? Use that pretty head of yours, youâre not fucking stupid, of course, it would fucking hurt meâ
âMâsorryââ
âBut youâre not.â Abby laughed. âYouâve been fine keeping it from me. If you were sorry, you would have told me, no?â
âItâs not like we are perfect either. Look at what weâre doing. Weâre just as bad!â
âBut that never stopped you coming over late at night and begging me to fuck you, did it? Never once complained when i had you on my bed, fucked out your brain, did you? If it was so bad, you would have stayed away. If this entire thing was bad, you would have told me to fuck off, wouldnât you? You wouldnât have kept pulling me along if it was so bad. So no, youâre not sorry, youâre just sorry that you got caught and your big mouth let me know whatâs happening.â
âAbbyââ
âDonât you dare start crying right nowâ Sheâs warning, looking at you angrily. If looks could kill, she would have already killed you by now. âI was going to break up with him, you know? After Joel and Tess had their wedding. I was going to do everything to make it special for us, and thenâ then you had to go and fucking do thisâ She scoffed, stepping away from you. âItâs always been you, you fucking know that, and i would have fucking broken up with him if you gave me a little more timeâ
You can feel your heart slowly breaking as you just watch Abby move away from you. âAbby, please, we can talk about this!â You pleaded, taking a couple of steps, trying to reach her. âWe can talk about it, we can, pleaseâ
But she doesnât stop. Not even when the sounds of your cries fill her ears. Something she would always do. Always stopping if youâre upset or hurt. She just leaves, not even looking back, with the faintest. âI canât even look at you right now.â
â
After spending several hours crying in the garden, staring at the stupid floral arch, one that you couldnât help but picture Abby and you underneath. All the countless nights spent together, seeing a future in her eyes, now it seems hopeless. In the heat of your despair, you revealed the tight lipped secret youâd been holding, ruining everything. In her eyes you can still see it, the betrayal and hurt, but not from who she expected it from.Â
You have a craving building, wondering what sheâs thinking, and if she really meant what she said. Even if she says itâs always been you, saying it is one thing, actually standing behind those words is another entirely. Pathetically, you stayed there, crossing your fingers behind your back as you awaited her return but she never came. You truly, royally, fucked things up.Â
It didnât stop from the anger rolling off you as well as the anguish. You never wanted her to know that you knew about his extra curricular activities. The selfish part of you; the one that seems to win mostly, you wanted her to pick you because she loves you, not to be a second choice or just a side piece of ass.Â
Barefoot and heartbroken, you wander back to the lobby of the hotel, just to find Mel and Owen together so impossibly close with each other at the bar you wonder why Owen and Abby even bother staying together. Itâs so clear, to anyone else with eyes, they are just wrong. Neither of them fit the way youâre supposed to when you love someone, when you actually care about the other person, yet she wants to savor his feelings for what reason? You werenât sure you would ever understand why Abby did the things she did.Â
The only person Abby trusted is herself. Hiding behind the mask she fronts, never fully letting anyone into the feelings brewing inside her but leaving her ultimately â empty.Â
Begrudgingly, you decide to take a shot of tequila, basking in your lost hope before making your way to your hotel room.Â
You arenât walking that long before you can feel the pain in the heels of your feet, the shoes you picked for tonight slowly becoming a bad idea, as you spot your room. Reaching into your bag, the strap slowly falling off your shoulder, you grumbled softly under your breath when you didnât feel the small thin key card that you knew you had earlier and instantly slumped your forehead against the wooden door. âAre you fucking kidding me?â You mutter to yourself.Â
Deep in your own head, you donât notice Abby sluggishly yet tiredly making her way down the corridor, unaware you were mumbling and cursing to yourself as you simply grabbed and shook the door handle with so much anger that youâre surprised it didnât break.
âOh, fuck you, you stupid fucking door!â Your foot collided with the door, annoyance spiraling from within you, the yelling and action had you gaining the attention from none other than Abby herself. Did you want it? Yes, but did you want it when she was angry? You werenât sure.Â
âYouâre not supposed to kick the door, you know?â She couldnât help but mutter, watching you struggle with an amused smile on her lips.Â
âBe grateful mânot kicking you.âÂ
She laughs, or you think she laughs, and hummed at your obvious struggle. Your threat not affecting her as much as you wanted it to. âDid you lose it?â
âDid i lose it?â You repeated, hand gripping the handle tighter with a clenched jaw. âDo you really think iâm the kind of person to lose a fucking key card?â
âYou tell me, you canât get into your room, it seems like you did lose itâ Abby points out the most obvious thing before sighing softly under her breath. âOr you wouldnât be stuck out here.â
Turning your head quickly at her words, you growled at her and glared in her direction. âWould it make you happy if i admit that yes, i fucking lost my key card?â
âIt might.â Abby chuckled, tongue clicking against the side of her cheek in amusement again. You notice that glint in her eyes again, the same one youâve seen countless times in those baby blues, but she doesnât say much, not that she has to. âYou can uh, stay in my room, if you want?â
Are you hearing her correctly?
âYou want me to stay in your room? Didnât you say you couldnât stand looking at me anymore?âÂ
âThatâs notââ Sheâs pausing, running her hand over her face in frustration. âI donâtâ this is just hard for me, okay? Can you try to reason with me?â
âMâtrying, but every time i try to, you throw it back in my face. You throw it in my face like this entire situation is my fault.â You found her stepping closer, not that you noticed seconds prior, but as you get your words out, you notice sheâs listening. âI just want you to understand.â
âUnderstand what?â
âThat I just want to be yours, and it hurts that you donât understand, or you do and would rather me not think of you like that, which just hurts even more.â You sighed, finally looking at her. âI want to love you the way you deserve, but you wonât let meâÂ
âSânot that i donât want you to, i donât deserve you.â Abby chokes out, every emotion and feeling, that sheâs tried to keep buried deep, finally creeping up on her. âIâve never deserved you, you deserve better than me. You always haveâ
âDonât you think thatâs my decision to make?âÂ
âI donât want you to make the wrong one. Iâm the wrong decision for you.â
Her words, ones that cut deep, have you frowning and shaking your head, like you donât want to believe her. Sheâs always been hard on herself, especially when it comes to love, thinks that she doesnât deserve it. Everyone does, and you know that sheâs trying. âYou are the only right decision iâve ever made.â Your body was closer to hers, she could smell the soft perfume, almost the smell of the scented lipgloss you chose for tonight. âYou are worth it, and it kills me that you donât see it. You donât see that under all the anger, all the feelings, everything you build up to protect yourself, you just want to feel safe. You will always be safe with me. You are perfect, i just want you to let me show you just how perfect you are. Especially to me.â
Your words struck something in her brain, thoughts going a little too fast her to keep up with, but that doesnât stop her from wrapping her hand around your wrist, and tugging you closer to her, face quickly burying in the crook of your neck, something she does each time sheâs alone with you, and the feeling of her nose brushing against the collum of your throat seconds later has you softly sighing and threading your fingers through the loose strands of hair. âLet me show you.â You whispered, gripping her jacket tightly. âPlease let me show you.â
Abby lets you push her towards her bedroom door, still holding each other just as tight while her hand slipped into the soft fabric of her pocket. âWould you just let meââ Abby curses under her breath as she attempts to fish out her hotel card. You have her pushed against the door with your weight, keeping her pinned by your pelvis.Â
âI should let you do whatever you want? Like youâve been so nice to me, right?â Pulling her by the navy blue tie, swollen lips ghosting over hers, she whimpers like a bitch in heat. You give her everything, anything and everything she wants, you so graciously provided but sheâs been thoughtless. Careless with how youâve felt. Itâd be so easy for her to push you off, pick you up and toss her on her shoulder before throwing you on the bed and having her way with you.Â
But she likes this.Â
Knowing sheâs in the wrong, underneath your mercy, begging for an inch of your good graces. Abbyâs practically salivating, begging to have you in her mouth, wanting to have the everlasting taste of you. Hell, she knows she shouldnât but she thinks of you every time Owen kisses her. She wonders if he can taste your cum on her lips. After the first time, she wondered if he could clock the crimson of her cheeks, the flush she still was feeling from squirting for the first time. The thighs she could barely keep still, a proper effort made in order to keep herself up.Â
Youâre the first and only to even want to have the power over, she enjoys it â sure as hell gets off to it.Â
âAnswer me.â Your grip on her chin is iron, her blue eyes pouting as her posture slouched.Â
âI havenât been nice. I know that. Iâve been making you wait too long.â Abby shudders as your dress slips higher, as she gets lost in the exposed cleavage.
âAbby, babygirl, my eyes are up here.â Her eyes pick up to find you cold gaze, but thereâs warmth. Dripping like golden honey and she wishes for it to fall on every inch of her body just so you can reclaim it as your own. She wants to feel your lips, your tongue, whatever the fuck youâll give her, Abby craves it. Â
âI know, mâsorry, itâs justââ Your hands smooth over her toned torso, the crisp button up feel smooth under your touch, but itâs thin enough for Abby to feel your magnetic touch, but you stop at her breasts.Â
âHe doesnât touch you anymore, does he?â Abby shakes her head furiously. In this moment, sheâs thankful she opted out of a bra tonight. Teasingly, run over the fabric, back and forth as she feels the bud pebble against your touch. Tortuously, Abbyâs breath only begins to grow heavier and youâve barely even done a thing to get her where she needs to be.Â
âFuckââ You begging to pull at the braid, undoing her long blonde locks, making them accessible for you to pull on whenever she decides to she doesnât want to be teased any longer. âNo, he doesnât. Never like this, hasnât touched me, made me feel like this, ever. Just you.âÂ
âThatâs right, babygirl. You always need to come back to me. Canât get your fill elsewhere, or be filled. He canât do much with the poor little pathetic excuse of a cock.â You let go of her chin before whispering in her ear, âNeed me so deep in this pretty pussy of yours. Even those precious long fingers of yours canât hit as deep as me.âÂ
Itâs then you reach in her left pocket, opening the hotel room with her key card. âCâmon, you owe me a favor, or two���..maybe even three.â You claim her lips as your own, she belongs to you whether she wants to admit it or not.Â
âI think I need a reminder from last time.âÂ
Abby smirks, a soft smile falling over her pink lips, she leads you into the room. Her own personal siren, one word from your lips and sheâll do anything you want. Abby only has the door locked and by the time she turns around, your dress pools at your feet.Â
âShitââ Abby curses, youâre playing fucking dirty. You know she canât be up here too long, Owenâs expectant of her to return, or so she thinks.Â
âYouâre killing me, angel.âÂ
Mouth practically salivating, at the sight of your nearly bare silhouette, the moonlight coming through the balcony accentuating every curve, your skin glowing as you wait for her to move. Abbyâs contemplating, trying to decide what she wants to do first.Â
She gets lost in her head, replaying tonightâs events in her head, how she couldnât keep her cool, not even in front of her boyfriend. The thought of you with someone else too unbearable for her to bear, the incessant need she has instilled within her to be close to you.Â
âThatâs the point but stop suffering, babygirl.â Using her favorite thing to your advantage, you bend over the edge of the bed. Emphasizing the curve of your spin. The seconds the words fell from between your lips, you didnât think she heard them at first, not with them being so gentle and soft. It wasnât until you shivered, and sucked in a deep breath when her fingers ran up and down your back, nails lightly scratching your skin that you smiled into your arms. âAbsâ ohâ You gasped, body tensing at the feeling of her pushing her leg between your legs, pressing the rough material of her pants against your cunt, the fabric of the bedsheet rubbing against you too, adding to the mix.
âShh,â She leaned down and whispered against your ear. âBet youâre so fucking wet, hm?â She hummed, softness gone right out the window, still trailing her fingers up and down your back. A devious smirk appeared on her lips at the way you shamelessly tried to grind against her leg. âCanât even wait, can you?â Her leg pushed harder on your cunt, eliciting a louder moan from between your lips. âThatâs too bad, you canât have whatever you want right nowâ She cooed mockingly, eyeing up the way your hands gripped the sheet below you, so tight she was worried you were going to hurt yourself. âGonna let me eat your sweet pussy? Let me show you how much i want you?â
Just like that, youâre putty in her skilled hands.Â
âYâYes, please, need youâ You choked out, quickly nodding your head at whatever she was saying to you. You werenât entirely sure, all you know is that you need her. Her hands, ones that you always love to have all over you, slip down and grip your hips. The action had you whimpering into the pillow, turning your head slightly to get a better look at her. The sight of her behind you, on her knees, licking her lips had yours parting. âAbby, please, want it, want youâ You sighed.
âBe patient, bratâ Abby scoffed, squeezing your ass in both her hands. âDonât make me shove your panties in your mouth to get you to shut the fuck up.â There was no true intention of doing so, behind her words, she loved hearing what she did to you. Maybe a little too much. âYouâve been so bad tonight, do you deserve me to eat your pussy, hm?â
âMâsorry, i amâ You sniffled, spreading your legs a little wider, tempting her in a way. Knowing she canât get enough of you. âPlease, iâll be so good, your good girlâ
âYeah?â She hummed, mouth watering at the sight of your cunt. Folds glistened before her as she sunk her teeth into one of your asscheeks, humming at the soft gasp she pulled from you. âYouâre gonna be my good girl, sâthat right?â She mocked, fingers slipping between your legs, and brushing against your clit. The choked whimper you let out had her grinning against your skin, lightly rubbing circles on your bud and holding you down on the bed with her free hand. âYouâre not lying?â
âNoâ Your words came out muffled from burying your face in the sheets, but your head shake was enough for her to understand. âMânot lying, iâll be so good for you, i promiseâ You added. Fingers gripping the white sheet tighter when sheâs rubbing harder circles. âJust need you to, to fuck me, pleaseâ
Youâre flinching, body shaking in her hold when out of nowhere sheâs spitting a glob of spit on your cunt, growling at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing at such a small action that she knows you love. âIâll decide when i fuck youâ Was all she said, using the pad of her thumb and pressing against your second hole, smiling at your soft oh.Â
Her lips part, as do yours with a moan that has her stomach fluttering and cunt clenching around nothing when she lightly dips her thumb into your hole, your cunt begging for attention as a hum ripped through her throat. âFuck, knew you would love it too muchâ She groaned, watching the tight muscle hug her thumb effortlessly. âYeah, i knowâ Abby mocked.
âFuck, Abby, pleaseâ
âWhat are you even begging for?â She scoffed, a small bite in her question, fingers finding your neglected clit and laughing at your loud whine into the pillow when she continued her slow circles. âJust a needy slut, arenât you?â
âYour needy slutâ You whispered, looking down at her and shuddering at the feeling of her slowly rubbing at your clit, and sinking her thumb more into your ass. The sensation had moans and whimpers tearing from your throat. You pushed back against her, absentmindedly that is, and gasped loudly when her hand landed a light slap on your pussy.Â
âStop moving.â She warned with a growl. âYouâre gonna take what i give you, and if i think you deserve more, youâll get itâ Abby scoffed, smirking at the sight of you burying your face more into the pillows, the messy sheet as you nodded quickly, without shame, and licked your swollen lips. âThis is what you needed, hm? Getting your holes stuffed so you would shut the fuck upâÂ
Her words, mean ones at that, that you were used to hearing, has your face heating up, not a single ounce of shame in your body, just pride and need. Whenever Abby would get mean, yes, you were mortified the first time it happened during sex and how wet you had become, but now? she uses it to her advantage. As much as she would like. She had your body under control, and she didnât even have to do anything to reduce you to such a whimpering, pathetic mess under her.Â
The swipe of her thumb, a gentle touch, against your clit had you letting out a squeal, jolting on the bed and your eyes slowly started rolling in the back of your head. It was sinful, so sinful at how she was able to do this. Touch you with the lightest touches and have you pleading for more. Abbyâs lips parted, almost salivating at the sight of you clenching around her thumb, a silent plea as to say more. Which is why she doesnât expect the whimper that claws at your skin and rips out of your throat when sheâs pulling away completely. The feeling of being almost full, not as much as you wanted, to be taken from you.Â
âAbs? Whatââ
âYou get both holes filled when youâre good,â Abby tutted, fake cooing at your pleads, one sheâs so used to hearing coming from you. âGonna start crying because mânot giving you what you want? Yeah? Gonna start saying youâve been good enough? We both know thatâs a lie, babyâ
Are you crying? You werenât sure, nor did you care, but with how Abby was dancing her fingers dangerously close to where you need her, you might burst into flames if she didnât hurry up. âYou like it when i cry for youâ Comes one of your usual quipped replies. The undertone of brattiness doesnât go unnoticed by Abby.
But what you miss is the way she clenches her jaw, her eyes harden, and how sheâs quick to land a strike on your ass. Your body only gets so far up the bed with a whine before sheâs leaning hers over you, hands pinning your hips to the bed and she grazes the shell of your ear with her lips. The harshness of her breath hitting your face had you trying to push back against her. Trying to get something. âSuch a dirty fuckin slutâ Abby scoffed, sinking her nails into your skin and sure to be bruised in the morning. âYou like making it harder for yourself? You want me to punish you?â
âYou know all your punishments just make me wetter for you,â Your voice wavers, breathing slightly more ragged as her body presses down harder on you. âMakes me want you to fuck me harder. Want you to fuck me like youâve missed me.â
âOh,â Her laugh is one of mocking. You were so used to it that it didnât make you snappy at her anymore, but it still sent a shiver down your spine when it was directed at you, and you alone. âI do miss you, but mânot gonna just let you get away with being a fucking brat to me tonight because i miss you.â
âBut why? Donât you wanna fuck me, Abby?â You feigned innocence, turning your head enough for her to see the small pout on your lips that you were sporting. âBecause i want you to fuck me, fill me up like i know you can. Make me cum in ways only you know how. You fuck me so good, Abby, please, please. I know you wanna fuck into this mattress, Babyâ
Abby whimpers.Â
Sounds that are only reserved for your ears, and yours alone.
Youâll make sure of it.Â
She whimpers pathetically above you at your words, the blood rushes to her head and she can feel the wetness pooling between her legs the longer you try pushing yourself up against her, grinding against her shamelessly. âWanna fuck every single thought outta your pretty head so badâ She growls into your neck, everything inside her crumbling as you both just sluttily grind against each other.Â
âThen stop talking about it and fucking do it.â You spit. A noise so animalistic, youâre not sure you have ever heard it fall from her lips. With an entirely new level of greed, she claims your lips as her own, velvet tongue dominating yours as you can feel yourself practically melting. âGod, canât wait for you to shut the fuck up.â Abby mumbles against your lips. Her fingers undo the knot in her tie, releasing it from her collar as she holds both of your wrists with one, feeling the cool metal frame piercing your skin.Â
âIs this what you want?â Abby begins to bind your wrists to the bed, her thumb smoothing over skin gently as she tightens the silk fabric against you. âYou should be grateful Iâm not blind folding you. We both know you deserve it after tonight.â You laugh, manically. Watching the pleasure in her blues rise, she likes you under her will as she takes what she wants.Â
âShould I be grateful? Youâre not fucking me yetâŚare you?â You tilt your head to the side as Abby removes herself completely, the friction of her trousers evades your cunt, leaving you nothing to grind against. With a smirk as wide as youâve ever seen, she slowly removes her belt, slipping off her shoes as she throws the black belt on the floor.Â
âYou just donât know when to shut your mouth, do you? I have something that will.â Her voice lowers an octave as she spills the threat from her pink lips, slowly removing each article of clothing. Her button up shirt is first, leaving her topless in front of you, chiseled abdomen defined as she flexes her abs further. âWould you hurry up, Anderson?âÂ
The more your hips buck into thin air, the wider her smirk gets. âYeah, Iâll get right on that, boss.â Abby salutes you, having to disguise the laughing bubbling from her lips. The look you give her is deadly, trying to pull at the tie but to no avail you're stuck, under the mercy of whatever Abigail Anderson wants. The terror in your eyes furthers the slickness in Abbyâs boxers but she needs to focus. You are right where she wants you, with no intention of letting you have any satisfaction at the moment.Â
Maybe later if Anderson is feeling kind.Â
She slowly slides her trousers off, leaving her in just her boxers, your eyes focused on her glorious, blonde happy trail falling in the fabric. Concealed and out of your grip. âYou must be really frustrated if youâre saying Anderson, huh? Mhm, thatâs too bad. You could have been sitting on my face by now, angel.â She tsks, her tongue hitting the roof of her mouth as she does so.Â
âMâfine. Not frustrated at all, Anderson.âÂ
âNo?â Abby simply nods, putting the weight of her knee on the bed, her face tucked in the crook of your neck as she whispers in your ear, âWhy donât we put that to the test?â She bites on your ear, kissing your jaw sweetly. The only inkling of your sweet abby, the abby you love, but she leaves just as quickly as she came.Â
Without warning, she slaps your cunt, hard.Â
The sensation has you wanting to reach for her, pulling at the tie again, but youâre rendered useless. Your body quivers, her finger runs up your pussy, thumbing your clit so lightly it should be considered an unforgivable sin. Once you think sheâll move on, torture you in some other way, Abby decides to have fun and slap your clit this time, gasping the name you only call her in the bedroom. A name just reserved for the two of you.Â
âAlready, babygirl? Thatâs not veryâŚboss of you.â Abby licks the side of your neck, letting her teeth sink in delicately, you groan in response to her teasing words. âWould you stop calling me that, oh my fucking gââÂ
You feel two of her thick fingers protrude your dripping hole, sliding in with ease, âStop calling you what? God? Never gonna let you forget Iâm the only one who fucks like one.â Sheâs slow about it, wanting you to get just enough where it feels good, but not nearly enough to where you crave to be. Pitiful whines are all the evidence she needs, a token of your temporary agony is enough to satisfy her until you break.Â
âYouâre such an asshole sometimes, you know that?âÂ
âJust an asshole who knows how to fuck your ass.â Abby canât stop teasing you, not when youâre bucking up your hips into her fingers, moaning like a bitch in heat for more. The both of you know thereâs no getting out of this unless you tell her what she wants.Â
âAbby, please.â You beg, the confession comes too soon, but Abby grins wide as she pulls her face out of her neck. âThought my name was Anderson, boss?â Unpleasantly, you roll your eyes but she still looks very pleased with herself.Â
âSay my fucking name. You know what I want.â With her fingers nearly knuckle deep, she pushes further, kissing your g-spot. âSo pretty baby, sounds so pretty. Stop being a stupid, stubborn slut, yeah? Youâre already so wet for me. Donât you hear yourself?â She fucks you harder as you grind against her fingers, meticulously adding in a third finger.Â
âListen to your soaking cunt. You can be a brat, tell me how much you donât need, but sheâs always gonna sell you out, huh? Do you hear the sweet sound of your pussy, babygirl?â You nod helplessly, nearly fully succumbing into the ruthless thrust of her skilled fingers. âThen tell me, whatâs my name?âÂ
Finally, you decide to cave in.Â
âDaddy, pleaseââ With those words, Abby releases her fingers from your pussy, causing you to whimper in distress. âAbby! What the fuck!âÂ
âWhat? You think I would let you have it after youâve been a brat. I know youâre easily drunk on me, very easily, but Iâm not feeling so generous right now.â Abby slips off the bed once again, her boxers coming off her body, allowing you to see her fully as she slips off her socks. âTime to show you who is the boss, baby.âÂ
For the third time, you pull at the tie. Once again. youâre stuck.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â The confusion laced all over your face, watching as you climbed on the bed, finally naked and exposed, just the sight youâve been wishing to see all night.Â
âShow me why I let you fuck me and not Owen.â Abby perches her ass on your face, claiming the seat sheâs always owned since the moment the two of you met. Abby really doesnât give you much time to even take a moment to check out the ass you love so much before sheâs suffocating you with her pussy. Fuck her for bringing Owen, even if he ever wanted to eat her out, he didnât have the skill for it.Â
She knows that, you know it too, but it leaves you eager to prove just how much she likes it when sheâs riding your face. Not his, yours. Sheâs careful enough not to completely crush you, her hand smoothing over your stomach, blunt nails clawing at your skin as you act starved of her. You had been wanting her all night, but this would be enough, even if you remained untouched, knowing you made her cum would be enough until Abby wants to play nice.Â
The blonde stays quiet for a bit, even when sheâs enjoying it, your tongue rolling on her cunt, she begins to find a rhythm, moving her hips in a pace she likes, taking as she pleases. But you know just how to surprise, even if sheâs neutralized your hands, you know what your girl likes.Â
Tilting your head back just a little, giving you enough distance to spit on her cunt, her pink folds glistening more, her body shudders as a moan escapes. A curse of your name spoken before Abby can stop herself.Â
âShut upââ Abby starts to murmur off but you spit again, causing her entire body to shudder against your body, but you donât hold back. Being extra obnoxious for her as you make your ministrations loud, moaning into her soaked cunt, letting your tongue circle around her clit as you suck the bundle of nerves in your mouth.Â
âGod, feels sâgood, canât stop fucking your pretty face.â Abby almost fully seats herself, your attacks on her clit have her seeing stars. The soft build in her stomach is more than she can handle, sheâll cum soon if sheâs not careful.Â
So, she decides to level the playing field.Â
She bends over completely, burying her face in your soaking cunt. She decides to be torturous, blowing on your lower lips, enjoying the way you shudder. Hips continue to buck into her face immediately, desperate to be eaten. She giggles. Even if you are making her feel like she might explode at any given moment, Abby knows you are so much worse. She knows your swollen clit must be pulsating, aching for an ounce of attention, a swipe of her tongue, a light brush of her fingers â something.Â
âMhm, such a pretty pussy, baby.â Abby kissing your inner thighs, getting so close to where you need her to be, but not quite to where you want her. âHow bad do you want me to fuck your cunt?â She grins as you whimper, but you know better than to stop eating her out.Â
âGood girl.â Abby praises you as she runs a finger up your slit, feeling just how wet you are, thighs softly twitching as she sinks a finger into your hole, finding satisfaction in how tightly youâre clenching around her. Thumb swiping at your clit, âSee what happens when youâre good.âÂ
Abby wastes no time, not a single moment, her mouth pouncing on you with no further warning. A shriek rips out from the back of your throat, the vibration against her pussy sends a shiver down her spine. Sheâs slow with the movement of her tongue, sliding it between your folds, flicking it against your clit until sheâs wrapping her lips around the bud, and sucking hard.Â
The whines and whimpers sheâs always so greedy to hear tumbling from between your lips is muffled by her cunt, almost banished from making itâs way into the room as she curls her fingers just enough to have your lips sucking on Abbyâs clit harder. A certain kitten lick of your tongue on her clit has her head falling forward against the pillow with a guttural moan. The sound has you clenching tightly around the long thick fingers sheâs slowly working deeper in your pussy.
âKnew your mouth was fucking slutty,â Abby shivered, hips jerking up and trying to grind harder against your mouth. A mouth that she would die without. âSâgood, keep it up, you can do that, canât you?â She mocked, knowing you have no room to say anything. Not when you were eating her out like she would be your last meal.Â
âItâs a shame isnât it? That you canât even use your fingers this time. Know how much you like to make me cum on them, maybe next time, hm?â Abby taunted, using the tip of her tongue, sliding it up and down your inner thighs, collecting your slick in her wake. The taste of you on the muscle had her eyes rolling in the back of her head, pressing her thumb against your clit and rubbing the slowest yet dangerous circles. Enjoying the way you tremble above her. âAwh, so close already? Barely fucking touched you.âÂ
Her words have you whining into her cunt, humming around her clit and the blood rushes to her head at the obscene, loud sounds of you lapping at her pussy messily. Her slick runs down your chin, a sight sheâs seen hundreds of times before when youâre between her legs, and drops down onto her legs and bedsheet. âDonât have to see you to know youâre messyâ She growled from below you, curling her fingers against that spot deep inside you perfectly, grinning lazily when your legs clench around her head. âYeah, I know you love it, angel.â You can already picture her fucking smirk without having to look at her. Abby was cocky, and she sure as hell knew how to make you a trembling mess at all her touches. No matter if you were tied up or not.
Sucking softly at her clit, you hummed deliciously when her thighs twitched, hips still grinding up against your mouth, fucking herself shamelessly on your tongue. âThatâs a good girl, wanna make me cum so bad, donât you?â Another mock fell from between her lips. âI feel bad i tied you up, would love your fingers deep in my pussy right nowâ She sighed, fucking her fingers in and out of your pussy at a pace that isnât enough to make you cum, like you wanted, but enough to have you whining and on the edge of something she was willing to give you if you behaved.Â
Itâs when her fingers deliciously slide in your cunt, rubbing at the certain spot that has your body going limp within seconds, that sheâs spent hours brutally hitting with her cock, that youâre crying out around her clit, the sound still slightly muffled but you somewhat find movement and ground down against her fingers. âSo fucking needy.â The blonde murmured, wrapping one of her arms around your hips and keeping you still above her as the pace of her fingers picked up again. âYou want my fingers that bad? Fine, I'll give you them.â
You barely have time to understand what she means, because she crooks her fingers in a way that has you pulling away from her cunt, the growl she lets out makes your legs crush your head entirely, yours resting on her ass, unable to focus on anything but her fingers stuffing you full.Â
âDo you feel it, baby?â Abby doubles down on her efforts, thumb swiping at your clit, fingers so deep as she fucks against your grinding hips. âJust like that. Is my pretty girl close? Gonna show me what a good girl you are and cum for daddy?âÂ
âPlease, shit shit shit, Abbyââ The curses continue to tumble from your lips, one after the other they fall, a lovely melody falling on Abbyâs ear as it supplies her with the last effort she needs. The desperate cry from her loverâs mouth, the brat disappearing for the time being, all thatâs left is the woman she loves so intensely crying for relief. The only thing she wishes is to see you. Bright eyed, struggling to keep them open or your canines sinking into your lips so harshly you pull at your chapped lip, drawing blood as you attempt to hold yourself together. Most of all she wonders if she has you so close to the edge, so incredibly close the tears are beginning to well up in your eyes.Â
But she doesnât get to see any of it, so sheâll have to settle for the weeping sight of your cunt rather than your eyes. Abbyâs not sure which one she loves more at the moment.Â
âCâmon, want you to paint my face in your cum. Can you do that? I know you havenât wanted to obey tonight, but can you do this one thing for me?â You feel one of her fingers tease your puckered hole, using the slick coating her finger to tease the sensitive hole while she fucks the other. âBeen begging for it, yeah? So, give it to me.â You feel her fingers teasing your cervix as you finally give in.Â
Every bone in your body submits to her, as it always does, you become hers as she claims in a way anyone else fails to do. Itâs just the two of you, even if youâre unable to see her blissed out dilated blues, drunk on your cunt. The way she soothes you with her fingers, gently fucking you through your high, giving you just the right amount.Â
Then itâs there.Â
The slight gush squirting out of you and onto her face. Abby smiles wickedly and she immediately laps at your pussy. Obnoxiously and loudly, she makes a theatrical performance of it, making sure you can hear every suck she makes as she creates a makeshift funnel into her mouth, not being able to control herself. Sweetly, she doesnât allow a single drop go to waste.Â
âFeel sâgood Abby, I canâtââ Your body softens as you ride the end of your high. Abby can feel your breath on her cunt, sending a shiver up her spine.Â
âShh, I know, I got you.â Abby sweetly remarks, her tongue moving gently and sweetly as sheâs unable to stop herself from pushing you through, her fingers fucking you until youâre spent.
Slowly, yet tiredly, once Abbyâs had her fun, you press more of your weight on her, head resting comfortably on her toned thighs as you try to catch your breath. With the help of Abby rubbing your back slowly, you smiled into her skin and sighed.Â
Exhausted of not being able to touch her, you free yourself from the tie minutes later, ripping it into two, but she pins with the strength of her arms. Quick to hold you down, even when you want to move, Abby does it faster than you can comprehend. She licks the remainder of your cum with her tongue, savoring every last bit, enjoying the shake of your thighs. Abby slaps your cunt, you moan out her name, still sensitive from the earth-shattering orgasm youâd been given.Â
Abby is sporting a grin so sinister, you believe it nearly rivals a succubus closing in on itâs prey. Shifting her position, her pelvis against yours, her blond bush prickling your pussy, but sheâs too strong for you to move underneath her muscular frame â leaving no room for debate. Sparkling, golden waves falling over her shoulder, freckles littered across her body as if they were her own galaxy being created, a universe unique to her. Every inch of her is more exquisite than the next, you donât understand anyone who doesnât appreciate her as the beautiful, loving, angel she is. She should never be treated as anything but. You want to give her the world, everything good in the world she deserves, and you hope itâs not too late for her to see it just as you do.Â
Doesnât hurt she fucks like her life depends on it.Â
âYou gonna be good for me and fucking take it?â Abby shifts your legs so it lays over her shoulder, lazily spitting on your pussy, enjoying the soft sigh escaping your body. Itâs evil, maniacal even, torturing you like this but you canât help but buck your hips. Trying to chase the high, sheâd just given you.Â
âSo eager. Even after I made you come all over my face. Greedy baby.â Abby slaps your cunt once again, she takes pleasure in the way your body twitches, convulsing for more. The way youâre moving your hips, needing her to give you what she knows youâve needed. Too stubborn, too selfish, and too fucking horny to stay away from the chiseled greek goddess.Â
âDo you wanna feel my clit on yours baby? Is this what you want?â Abby moves her hips forward as she hikes your leg further on her toned shoulder. âYou wanna feel how wet I am for you? Mhm, sâwhat youâve been needing, just me and my cunt on yours. Itâs all a filthy whore needs. Isnât that right?âÂ
âAbby, baby, yes. That. Fuck, youâre so perfect.âÂ
âThatâs right, Iâm fucking perfect.â Abby gives you one thrust, enjoying the soft bounce of your tits, head half-craned and slumped against the headboard as youâre rendered helpless under her strong weight. The euphoric bliss youâre offered when she decides to be generous and over a steady pace.Â
Small, pierced nipples harden as she continues her ministrations, she feels every nerve ending of her body on fire. Even if she enjoys you teasing with her, acting like youâre in control, calling the shots, this is where you belong. A needy whore begging for more of her. This time itâs her cunt you need, her dripping and weeping pussy connecting with your own. You need to feel how wet she is, both of your clits rubbing against each other. The bundle of nerves colliding together over, and over, and over. Abbyâs slick mixed with your own, so much you can feel is dripping near your puckered hole, unexplored territory you know youâd let her explore.Â
Abby seeâs the red markings on your stomach, her being the maker of the scratches, too blissed out to control herself. She traces them with a delicate hand, a silent apology for being too rough with you. Something physical, tangent even, on how you make her feel. If sheâs being honest with herself, youâre the only one who makes her feel anything. Itâs why she comes back to you, even when the little angel on her shoulder tells her she shouldn't, that itâs wrong. When the guilt threatens to eat her alive, she sees your smile, hears your laugh that would put a symphony to shame. Better yet, she still has the privilege to make you feel good. To try and do everything in her power to make you feel as great as you make her feel.Â
But you donât know any of it.Â
This. You. Her. All of it may be fleeting. She might not choose you. This might be a short fling before she ties the knot with this stupid man she claims sheâll leave. You canât put your money on it, but youâll bet on her thinking about you for the rest of her life if she wishes to stay with a man. One that will never deserve her.Â
Owen will never know Abby the way you do and youâll do anything you can to make her see it.Â
âYou are. Everything about you is perfect. Those beautiful blues I wanna get lost in for hours. The lips I never want to leave me. The hands I want on me all the time, the ones I think about whenever Iâm alone and I donât have you there to fuck me.â You spill out, causing Abby to become over eager to please, her hips thrusting harder against yours, chasing the feeling she feels building within her.Â
She whimpers, again.Â
Youâve lost count on how many have left her tonight. Itâs the hope youâre clinging onto. The vulnerability she never lets leak but tonight she does. Never has she been so vocal about what she wants, but after tonightâs fight, the threat of you leaving, Abbyâs desperate to keep you. Even if wants to pretend like sheâs in control, the look on those worrisome pools of blue tells you something different.Â
âFeesl, sâgood, shit.â Abbyâs blissed out face, head thrown back as she sinks into the feeling. With a clenched jaw, she grinds down into your pussy, her swollen clit pulsating, feeling your cum gravitate towards her cunt. As if this is what it was meant for, you, her â destined to find another.Â
Again. Again. Again.Â
Her pale skin becomes flush, rises of pink and red expands on her toned chest, her abs clenching causing each ridged lined more defined as she fucks you into another dimension. She coaxes you into her warm, slippery pussy like itâs a lionâs den. The cage is meant to keep you in, designed to never be released from the sharp canines breaking into your skin, the claws sheâs managed to dig in, the strength she exhibits each time she stalks you like her prey.Â
The false pretenses, the way she fluffs you with small affections, begging to be petted and played with but then tears at the skin she helped heal. Even if it leaves you bloody, clenching your chest to find one final breath, the appetite for her never ceases to exist. When she draws the last drop of blood from your veins, youâll thank her with a gleeful smile.Â
Deeply, you want Abby to feel this lush high, this euphoric feeling rushing to her head, making her impossibly drunk on you as she cries out for more, you want her to feel every bit of it knowing heâll never give this to her. Heâs a fool in the eyes of goddesses alike, a simple servant to keep her in a mediocre rise of security. A placeholder, a pathetic one at that. Too incredibly vain to swallow a meaningless ego to offer what she really needs but youâll do it gleefully in a blink of an eye.Â
He could never give her what she deserves.Â
The divine feminine found between your thighs, the sweet nectar sheâs spent hours lapping at into all hours of the night, leaving before the sun rises. The walk of shame back to her apartment, glimpses of you never leaving her as she goes about her day.Â
This will be just another image burned in her brain, you underneath her body, taking everything sheâs giving but itâs so much more intimate than either of you even planned for. The altercation from earlier in the night fizzled out the moment her lips met yours.Â
Abbyâs palm grips onto the headboard, gaining leverage as she fucks you. âOpen your fucking mouth, such a big one, huh? Definitely showed me how much tonight, so, do it again.â Using her strong grip, she squeezes your chin, applying pressure as you obey her willfully. Your lips forming at her wish, she continues to get off, the euphoric sounds of your cunt echoing through the room as you give her everything she wants.Â
The her spit drips onto your mouth, pupils dilated as she watches you accept it with a sparkle gleaming in your eyes. Bright and beautiful as you thrust your hips against, enjoying yourself even more with her spit in your mouth. Obnoxiously, you swallow loudly, moaning as you do.Â
âCan you spit on my pussy? Please? I know mâalready soaked, but I need it.â You request sweetly, knowing sheâs less likely to reject you if youâre sweet about it. Instead, she places her hand on your throat, decorating it beautifully with her rough grip.Â
Just like that, the woman who loves you, attends to your every need, evaporates into thin air and the one who aims to take control over your very essence is back. The one who likes to push you over the edge until she feels like youâre satisfied enough is back.Â
Abby isnât going to stop until youâve soaked every inch of her mattress. The one she slept in last night, Owen by her side, but now she believes it needs a level of christening.Â
Extending her long fingers, she pulls at your bottom lip with her thumb applying more pressure at your neck. âDo you think youâre really in a position to ask for anything? Be grateful that you even get to feel my pretty pussy, yeah? Shouldnât even be fucking my pretty girl after the shit you pulled today.âÂ
âMâsorry, okay? Fuck, please, pleaseâ can you forgive me? I just wanted toâŚâ Then before you can even take a moment to breathe, sheâs giving you something to choke on. Long, thick, fingers crawling their way down your throat, tickling the back of it, you feel the coolness of her rings lay left on your lips.Â
âThere.â Abby sighs in content while she grins with greed. âNeeded something to shut you up, angel. Donât cry though, itâll be my cock next time for your second punishment.â You try to speak but it just comes out as murmurs, incoherent mumbles as Abby fucks your harder than she has all night. She continues to grip the headboard, each thrust more powerful than the last.Â
âThis what you fucking need. Someone to fuck the brat out of you, so, shut the fuck up and take it.â Abby commands as she moans when she sees your eyes roll back in heightened bliss, âForgetting how I just made you feel already? I know, brats have a hard time remembering. Daddy needs to make you cum again, huh?âÂ
âAbs, mâso sensitive. I donât think I can.â You confess, but Abby continued to fuck you harder, the power of her thrusts unrelenting. With each thrust, her folds sliding against your own as you take what she gives. âNo? Should have thought about that before you decided to mouth off to me, again.âÂ
She shifts your leg over to her other hip, bending you like her own makeshift pretzel, maneuvering you to her will as she fucks you from a better angle. Abby cockily grins as your mouth forms a soft o shape, your breath hiccups as you moan even louder. Your hands grip on her waist as she rides you. All you can do is look upon her in awe, sheâs a goddess like this. She always is but not even Owen could see her like you do. He would never be capable of appreciating her just the way she comes.Â
Muscles like an adonis, perfectly carved, the veins in her arms protrude as she grabs the headboard. Everything about her seems hard, rough, defined but has the sensual hips of the most entrancing woman alive. The way she rolls them with purpose, a dance sheâs choosing to partake in, one that she loves very much. Unable to stop even if she tried.Â
Yet itâs her big and bright blues which give her away. For the first time, you see her clearly. Beautiful, bright, and in love. Sheâs never looked at you the way she is now. Maybe she always did but this time sheâs letting you see the love laced underneath. Not ashamed of the softness of her emotions, the one sheâs always held like a burden, she carries it strongly.Â
You want to let her pull the words from your mouth, but she pulls at the bud between your thighs, claiming it as hers, waiting for you to give in to her. Abbyâs just as strong as she is stubborn. Even if sheâs already made you cum, she wonât let herself go until she gets it from you one more time.Â
âPretty, pretty, girl. Just one more time, mâkay? Need to see those gorgeous eyes roll back,â Freeing one of her hands, she picks up the ripped tie as she trickles the soft material down your abdomen, âGod, i need to see it. My beautiful angel, always so gorgeous and mine.âÂ
The silk feels good against your skin but you need her. You pull on her hair, bringing her close to you as Abby buries her head in the crook of your neck. For the first time tonight, she allows herself to whimper in your ear. Submitting herself to you in a way sheâs never done with anyone. Abby loses it when you stroke her hair gently.Â
As much as sheâs hellbent on making you come first, you have another objective on your mind.Â
âAnd youâre mine. Only mine.â Abby whimpers, her hips slowing down as you buck up into hers, leading the pace as she gives into you. âCâmon, my sweet girl, let it all go. I have you, mânever letting go, promise.âÂ
With a notion of protection and sealed love, Abby lets go. Every bit of her slumps against you as she finds her release, you follow after her as you slowly grind into her, letting her coast through the high as she nearly growls in your ear, chants of your name leaving like a prayer. A sworn faithfulness to the only person sheâs truly loved, cradling her as if sheâs done no harm. As if sheâs just as good and pure as you believe she is.Â
With her forehead pressed against yours, her blue eyes void of any cockiness, she squeezes them shut as she regains to catch her breath. Lazily, pulling a sheet over you both as it rests on her waist, protecting you with her warmth. Abby wonders if your heart beats as rapidly as hers, fingers tangled in her golden waves as you gently bring swollen pink lips to you. Basking in the way she molds perfectly to you as if this moment, you and her, meant to be fated.Â
One of her rough hands runs up and down your back, as the other grips your chin between her fingers, pulling you more into her as you share yet another soft and slow kiss. A kiss that has you smiling into her mouth as her tongue swipes across your bottom lip, teeth nipping at skin. âNeedy,â You canât help but giggle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as Abby simply just shrugged and grinned up at you.Â
âCan you blame me? Youâre addicting.â She stated like it was the most obvious thing youâve ever heard. âYour lips are so soft, so thatâs another reason why i like kissing youâ
âThat's the only reason? My lips are soft?â You cocked your head to the side, fingers tracing the slope of her nose slowly, amused at the way she crunches it up cutely when you cup her face. âYou have pretty lips, a pretty nose, a pretty everythingâ You listed, leaning down to place a kiss between her furrowed eyebrows. âYou have a pretty heart that is made of goldâ
âI wouldnât say that much about my heart. Itâs caused a lot of pain lately.â Abby mutters sadly, fingers wrapping around your wrist and placing your hand on her cheek. âMâsorry for how I've treated you. Especially during this trip, a trip that was supposed to be so special and i kept fucking it up.â
âYouâre here with me now, thatâs all that matters, Abs. We matter, you matter.â Your voice was quiet, but with the close distance you shared with her, she heard it loud and clear. Your heart thumping loudly in your chest when she leans more into the palm of your hand, closes her and hums gently. âYou are so beautiful, I didn't think I could be this in love with someone, not like I am with you. You mean everything to me, and I want to show you just how much.âÂ
Your confession has her eyes snapping open again, baby blues peering into yours so vulnerable, that you were worried she was about to get up and flee again. It always happened when you got too much into your feelings and feelings towards Abby. But she didnât, instead, a shy smile appeared on her lips and a crimson blush coated the apples of her cheeks, her skin hot under your touch. âYou donât have to say anythingââ
âI love you with all my heart.âÂ
The confession is ruined by the sound of the door slamming against the wall, and it startles you both. Abbyâs moving to cover your body, protecting your vulnerability and being so exposed before her own. Her eyes quickly widen at the sight of Owen standing there. His chest is rising up and down, panting like heâs just ran a marathon. Heâs looking between you both, at you longer than he is at Abby, but heâs looking.Â
For a few seconds he doesnât do anything, he just stands there with no idea what to do or say. Luckily Abby feels the same, and she just glares at him down with a subtle growl that has you biting down on your lip. Your eyes quickly look back over at Owen with a grin. âCan you shut the door on the way out? Youâre ruining everything right now, i would like to fuck the woman of my dreams, again, and you are stopping me from doing thatâ You canât help but huff. âYou didnât treat her like the Queen she is, but donât worry, i will.â
Abby doesnât know whether to laugh or choke on the spit forming in her mouth the second the words fly out of yours.Â
Any other time, Owen would have caused a scene, woke everyone up with how loud he shouts, but this time he doesnât. He knows itâs his fault, him to be blamed for Abby needing someone else. He barely gave her the time of day, and pushed her away for someone who wasnât his girlfriend. Apart of him knew this day would come, she would leave him for you, he just didnât think it would happen like this. So with one final look, heâs turning on his heels, bolting out of the room and slamming the door behind him. Not wasting a single second to get out of there.Â
Leaving you both there, giggling.
Shaking her head at you, Abby cups her face between your hands not even seconds later, repeatedly placing kisses on your lips and melts at the sound as you both fall back onto the bed, in each others space, like youâve always meant to be with hushed whispers, and promises into each others mouth.Â
âItâs always been you. I love you, always and forever.â
Itâs safe to say, Owen wonât ever be tasting you again.
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BDSMaid - Chapter 5 Part Two
Series Summary: After recently graduating you take what is supposed to be a job to save money before you go back to university to get your law degree. Your best friend offers you a job cleaning luxury homes for clients youâll never know. Easy. Simple. Mundane. Until one of your clients is home and everything you felt was missing in your life starts to fall into place. This goes against the NDA you signed and you could get fired. Or worse, you could fall in love.
Chapter Summary: You and Joel go to a Shibari class together; an innocent date, or is it?
TW: age gap (Joel 45/reader 22), reader does have some descriptors so more of an OC. Reader has longer hair and Joel can lift her. Mutual pining, kissing. Spoiler triggers below the cut in red.
WC: 8.2k
AN: Ok fiiiiiinnnneeeeee I couldn't wait any longer and I left you all on kind of a cliffhanger. As always, thank you to my lovely @lotusbxtch for reading and encouraging and helping me grow. Thanks @mermaidgirl30 , @littlevenicebitch69 and @joelmillerisapunk for being my lil cheerleaders. @for-a-longlongtime thanks for stoping me from working on that bull rider series LOL. Ok, enjoy this slowly because I haven't even STARTED chapter 6 yet, so I doubt it will be out until late October. Dividers and banners by the oh so talented @saradika-graphics
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TW: complete sensory deprivation (tied down, blind folded and has hearing blocked), multiple orgasms, denial
Joel
Joel has tried to keep his distance since referring to tonight as a date. He left another large tip for your clean this week and then made sure he was as busy as possible to stop himself from going home to see you. As he coaxed you into drinking the orange juice and the water he kept hearing âitâs a dateâ over and over again in his mind, and heâd cringe internally. He wouldnât have blamed you if you had leaped out of that bed and ran home. The thought of you wanting him in that way is ridiculous. Not only because heâs over twice your age, but you came to him for help with building self confidence and for an escape, and then he went and said something so fucking stupid.Â
He shakes his head and pulls up his emails, trying to distract himself for what feels like the one hundredth time. Of course he wants to date you, heâd be crazy not to, but he canât blur those lines. Furthermore, even if there was the slightest chance that you felt the same way he canât risk breaking your heart the way heâs broken so many others.
Sheâs going to break yours, old man. Not the other way around.
Wednesday has been absolutely crawling. Time almost mocking him with how slow itâs ticking by. As he goes over the list of tonight's guests, Tess knocks on his small office door at the club.
âHey,â she says, plopping down in the arm chair across from the desk. âYou coming tonight?â
âOf course. Looks like a good turn out. Did the instructor make it in ok?â
âCap picked her up from the airport yesterday and got her all settled at the hotel. Do you think youâre going to need me tonight?â
Joel cocks an eyebrow at her. Heâs known Tess since she was ten. Her and Tommy are the same age, Joel being two years their senior. Aside from a few months when Tess and Tommy were sixteen, the three of them have been inseparable ever since. Tess was usually the undeclared leader of the group due to her bossy nature, but she kept the Miller brothers out of trouble most of the time.Â
âWhatâs wrong, Tess?â
âNothinâ,â she crosses her arms across her chest. âI am the planner, you and Tommy are the personality. Iâm fine to stay behind the scenes for this one.â
âYouâve been acting strange since the poker night.â
She rolls her eyes at him. Sheâs probably the only person ballsy enough to do that to Joel besides Tommy, but Joelâs almost convinced his little brother is more dumb than ballsy. âIâm fine, Joel. The staff is all in good morale, and thatâs my department. Remember?â
Joel just stares as she continues, lowering her voice to mock his. âI need you to be the people person. Hire them, train them. Iâm not patient enough because Iâm a big scary dom who will just want to spank them for not listening. I also canât plan anything because I have a man brain.â
âHilarious,â Joel deadpans as Tess laughs at her own jokes. âIâm being serious though, are you sure you're ok?â
âYes, you donât need to be concerned about me. Iâm actually a little gutted Iâm gonna miss it. Tommy told me thereâs been a very pretty young lady hanging around you lately.â
Joel puts his reading glasses on with one hand and pointing to his door with the other. âOut.â
You
Joel referring to tonight as a date has been on loop for the last few days. He has this amazing way of shutting off your brain and then leaving you with so many new questions. Either way, when a few more college letters came over the last few days you convinced yourself that right before leaving for the shibari-demonstration-slash-date was the best time to open them.Â
Odette and Jamie sit on the couch across from you as you slide open the first letter. The thick eggshell parchment stamped with the Yale logo pops open easily. You close your eyes as you open the paper, the only sound in the room is the thundering of your heart behind your ribs.Â
You peel your eyes open and read out loud. âWe regret to inform you that you have notâŚâ your voice falls off, fingers shaking as you put it back in the envelope.
âHey, we expected a few noâs,â Jamie says gently, always the optimist.
Odette takes the other approach, âTheir fucking loss, bunch of stuffy old cunts! Next!â
You laugh at the juxtaposition of your friends' responses and reach for the Harvard letter. âWe regret to inform youâŚâ
âKeep going babe,â Jamie says softly.
You pick up the bright white Columbia letter. âWe regret to inform youâŚfuck.â You feel the defeat start to creep in, like thick morning fog. Itâs suffocating, choking all the happiness and excitement you had for tonight.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with these schools!â Odette says, snatching the letters up so she can check for herself. âDo the Toronto one, Canadians are supposed to be nice.â
âI canât open anymore,â you say as your head falls back into the sofa. The fog starts to spread through your body, shutting you down inch by inch. You know you have to open the rest. Youâll spend the rest of the night wondering what they say if you donât finish them. âYou do it, Jamie.â
She shuffles in her seat uncomfortably. Sheâs not the kind of girl who likes to disappoint others; she's bright and happy but at this moment sheâs the only person that you can take bad news from. As if she can read your thoughts, she grabs the University of Toronto letter. The sound of the envelope popping open slices through you. She clears her throat as she opens the paper and then reads aloud the same sentence you did. The letters from Duke and Notre Dame follow the same painful routine. With each rejection your stomach swirls, nausea building on top of self doubt and anxiety.Â
Six out of the eight universities you applied to have turned you down; Berkeley and the University of Austin are your only chances left at reaching your dreams. The silence in the small rental unit has you on edge, so much so that when your phone vibrates beside you you jump. A sunset beach photo from your last trip to California is the background from a text from Cap telling you heâll be at your doorstep in about twenty minutes.Â
âI gotta finish getting ready,â you say, dragging yourself to the bathroom to touch up any makeup and brush your teeth.
âBabe?â Jamie says, following you down the hall. âYou wanna stay here instead of going to that mixer?â
The reminder of the lie sends a new wave of nausea through you. Tonight you became a law school reject and an even bigger liar. Donât forget that youâre also falling in love with an unattainable man, says the glittery pink box. You mentally lift a single finger in its direction, it usually doesnât turn on you like that.Â
âI need the distraction.â You say, deciding that thatâs not really a lie.
Your friends look at you with sadness in their eyes and even though youâre sad too, you wish you could tell them about Mister Miller and the club. You know theyâd be excited about whatever this thing is and it would really help to have someone to decipher all the moments that live in your mind.
âItâs a dateâ.
When you walk through the large door from the lobby and into the club, youâre welcomed by a completely different atmosphere. Itâs not all dim lights and sexy music like it normally is; instead the overhead lights are on and all the people are dressed in regular clothing or athletic wear and not the sexy outfits theyâd normally pick to come here. Joel is no exception, dressed in dark wash jeans and a fitted black t-shirt. You catch the glint of his gold ring while heâs engrossed in deep conversation with a blue and purple haired woman along the edge of the dance floor. As if youâre his due north or the other side of his magnet, after just seconds of being in the same room as him, his eyes collide with yours. He mouths an âexcuse meâ at the woman without looking away from and his long legs eat up the distance between the two of you. He meets you just before the bar and immediately wraps his arms around you, one hand coming to the nape of your neck, silently guiding your forehead to his strong chest.
âWhatâs wrong, sweet girl?â You love how easily he can read you, but you hate that this is the second time this week that heâs seeing you like this. You know you have moments of weakness, but you donât let anyone see that and you DEFINITELY donât inconvenience others with your weakness.Â
âHasnât been my best day, but I really donât want to talk about it.â You donât want to dump all of this on him now, not when he looked so excited when you said youâd attend tonight.Â
âOk, Iâm here for you if you want to talk about it though. You donât have to deal with this on your own.â His lips come to the crown of your head and you breathe him in letting his ash and leather scent break down your walls.Â
âI didnât get in,â you mumble and he holds you tighter for a brief second before his hand moves to your chin and tilts up to meet your gaze.
âAll of them?â he asks gently but something akin to anger flares in eyes for just a second.Â
âSix of them. I havenât heard from two.â His thumb feels like heaven as it runs along your jaw.
From across the club the blue and purple haired woman, who is now on the stage, claps her hands. âGood evening, everyone! Iâm Starr. If you and your brave partners could start making your way to the floor, we can get started right away!â
âDo you want to leave?â Joel says, his warm coffee and chocolate eyes dancing around yours. No one looks at you like that; no one ever asks what you want. This is one of those looks that you wish you could talk to your friends about.
âNo,â you say truthfully. âI want to be here with you.â
âI wasnât going to let you leave without me. Do you want to go somewhere else together?â
You step back and grab his hand, his fingers thread through yours as if you do this everyday, as if this is normal, and you pull him towards the floor. He stands behind you, an arm wrapped protectively around your middle, similar to how he did the first time you went through the voyeur room. Starr introduces herself and her wife and then begins explaining rope safety and terminology like rigger and rope bunny, before launching into a step by step on tying a beautiful star harness across her wifes clothed chest. The two women hand ropes to the person who will be doing the rigging and as the rope lands in Joelâs hand your pussy flutters at the realization that youâre about to become Mister Millerâs rope bunny. You knew that coming here tonight, even if it did include lying to your friends, would help you feel better. The disappointment of being rejected is slowly replaced with an excited anticipation of learning something new with a man who has done nothing but choose you since laid your eyes on each other.
Starr projects step by step instructions up on the back wall of the stage and Joel clears his throat behind you as he begins. The sound of the rope running through his hands as he folds it in half sends a shiver up your spine. You try to distract yourself by clipping your hair up and out of the way.Â
âArms up,â he rasps, and places a light kiss on the soft curve of your neck as he wraps the rope around your ribcage, just below your breasts. You purposely wore a tight t-shirt and leggings tonight. If anyone asks, youâll say you just assumed it would be easier to be in something form fitting rather than loose, but the truth is that you did some research on Shibari classes and it was recommended to wear clothing that was tight to the body. As he walks around you to make the first diagonal cross of your chest he says, âAre you sure you donât want to talk about it?â
You lock your eyes with his as he loops back up, crossing the rope over your other shoulder and walks behind you. âYes, at least not yet.âÂ
âAlright,â he says softly, pulling the rope back through the first band he made. âWhat do you want to talk about then?â
Your daughter. Your wife. The guitars and books of lyrics. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Do you like me or do you like like me? How do you feel about an age gap romance? Your brain races with a million things you could ask, and maybe would ask on a date. However, this is anything but a date, right? A dom and sub donât date, there are strict rules. He tells you what to do, you do it. You donât date.
The silence between you two feels like itâs lasted forever, you flinch as you ask the first thing you can think of. âHow old are you?â
âAlmost forty five. It says that on my profile, sweet girl. For someone who likes researchâŚâ His voice trails off. Is he flirting?
âI refuse to look at it in case you try to pawn me off to Tommy again,â you tease. You bite your cheek to hold in all the questions you want to ask as he chuckles behind you. You lift your arms as per the next slide and he brings the rope up towards your armpit as you settle on a neutral topic. âBaseball,â you say flatly.
Joel laughs silently as he walks around your body, the rope coming across to your other armpit and heâs behind you again. âBaseball?â
âYa, itâs Americaâs favourite pastime.â Joel's fingers feel warm through the fabric of your shirt as he continues to work the ropes.Â
âOk, so what do you want to discuss about baseball?â He wanders in front of you again, following the instructions perfectly.
You shrug a little, lifting your arms again as you follow along with the slides. âDid you ever play?â
Starr circles around the two of you, âGreat job, Joel. You ok, honey? Not too tight anywhere?â
You shake your head no and then you and Joel get lost in each other again. âYes, I played for most of my childhood. I was pretty good too.â
You chuckle, âWhy am I not surprised.â
âWhat?â he says, half laughing.
âSeems like Joel Miller is good at everything,â you say lightly, almost in admiration. Heâs behind you again, feeding the ropes through themselves. The back looks beautifully intricate, and you can see other couples getting frustrated before either Starr or her wife comes and helps them. You continue, âLet me guess, you were like a big all-star pitcher or something?â
âNo,â he answers.
âWhat position did you play then?â You glance down at your chest at the star shape across your chest, the rope scrapes gently on the exposed skin of your neck with the movement. Itâs stunning, exactly as the demonstration and the picture. Yep, Joel Miller is good at everything.Â
A new voice joins your conversation, âBest first baseman the school has ever seen.â
You crane your neck over your right shoulder towards the source; Tommy. You clench your molars when you see him with Jade; the beautiful icy blonde woman that Joel had tied to his desk the first time you met him. Joel shifts uncomfortably as she flutters her lashes at him. âAs I was saying,â Joel huffs in his brother's direction before turning his attention back to you. âI played first base and Tommy was the back catcher. Our mom pretty much put us in any sport she could afford to keep us out of trouble.âÂ
âThatâs kind of fascinating,â you say, looking back towards the stage and trying to get back into the safe little bubble you and Joel have created.Â
âI dunno about that, sweet girl.â
The combination of him using that nickname and the feeling of his fingers on your body cause another shiver to roll up your spine, and suddenly itâs just the two of you again. Itâs so easy to get lost with Joel, every ounce of that fog from earlier has dissipated. Heâs like the warm morning sun, chasing away all the thick haze that coated you in the darkness. âI think this is a safe nickname space only, Sweet Cheeks.â
He swats your bum gently eliciting a giggle to pass your lips before getting back to weaving the rope in and out along your spine. âCareful. Now why is it kind of fascinating?â
âI mean, Tommy played at home plate, you played at first base.â
âI donât know where youâre going here, Freckles.â
You smile over your shoulder at Joel. âWell, donât you see the connection? You donât have sex with your subs, Tommy does. He goes to home plate, you stay at first base.â
Joel arches an eyebrow at you as you flash him a cheeky smile and then he lets out a laugh. A real laugh that sounds like itâs coming straight from his stomach. His big beautiful smile draws up his cheeks causing the skin around his eyes to crinkle. The sound is almost enough to make you weak at the knees. âI swear to god, Freckles, I love the way your brain works.â
The rest of the group finishes off their harnesses and Starr begins the next part, explaining now how to tie the arms around the biceps and secure them to the harness. They hand out the ropes again and you reach behind yourself to criss cross your arms and grasp your opposite elbows. Just as Joel begins folding the rope over in his hands, Jade speaks.
âShe sort of hit the nail on the head with that one, Mister Miller.â Envy flares in your eyes as she steps towards Joel, leaning into him. âI canât wait for tomorrow. Iâve missed you.â
You glance towards Joel, expecting to see him looking angry but his soft eyes meet you with guilt written all over his face. You watch his throat as he swallows hard and the happy, sparkly bubble you built bursts and the fog returns. Your heart drops to your feet, it was too good to be true, you knew it was too good to be true and he almost had you fooled. You donât think, you just act, you need to get away from this space and all these people as bile rises in your throat.
Your feet feel heavy as you walk quickly toward the voyeur room, slipping past the closed sign that's propped up outside the curtain that conceals it. Darkness surrounds you, the rope harness feels like itâs smothering you as you try to take deep calming breaths. A flash of light from the otherside of the curtain fills the room as someone follows.
âGo away, Joel.â You say quietly, trying to force air past the lump growing in your throat.Â
âItâs Tommy.â He says, flicking on a dim light and noting the way youâre pulling at the rope closest to your throat. âLet me untie you so you donât hurt yourself.â
You step back, a wall slamming down around you. Tommy raises his hands, âPlease, just let me untie you so you can breathe.â
You spin slowly, giving your back to him and he approaches. His fingers pulling and working the ropes and the irony of him removing knots as you start to mentally tie yourself up in them is enough to make you nauseous. You retreat into your mind, looking for that stupid box. I fucking told you! You practically scream at the shadow you know itâs hiding in.
âTry to slow your breathing for me,â Tommy says softly as the rope begins to loosen and fall away from your body. Tonight felt too normal, too comfortable. You started to feel like maybe Joel was feeling the same way you do, but now you feel like youâve been slapped across the face with yet another reminder that you are not enough. Six out eight universities and the man you completely misread.Â
âIâm so fucking stupid.â It doesnât come out self deprecating or angrily. Just as if youâre stating a fact, similar to how youâd say you like the colour green.Â
âNo, this is on me.â The rope falls away from your body and you step away, spinning to face Tommy. âI shouldnât have said yes when she asked me to bring her here tonight. I assumed Joel had ended it before they were in Europe.â
âWhat?â You breathe out in disbelief. Even though you can see the rope in Tommyâs hands, it still feels like itâs around your throat.
You wander towards the nearest couch. All those pictures, all those flirty texts and she was there the entire time? You hear your mothers voice again, âYou might be the smartest one in this town but the real world is going to eat you up and spit you out.â Nothing has felt more true, especially today. Six schools rejected you, selecting smarter shinier applicants and now the same thing is happening with Joel. You knew you didnât hold a candle to her, he wanted you to go with Tommy so he could keep her, didnât he?
âItâs only you.â His desperate voice from the day in his office comes out of the shadows of your mind. But itâs not only you. If he didnât end it with her then itâs her too. Youâre constantly in competitions that you have no business being in.Â
âNo, not âtheyâ. Not like that. They were there for different things, not together,â Tommyâs voice has a hint of panic. â...Iâm really fucking this night up, arenât I?â
Just then, Joel and Jade come through the curtain. âSweet girlâŚ.â
âNo,â you say, cutting him off with a wave of your hand. You want to yell and scream and ask him what was with all that âitâs only youâ bullshit.
âBaby, please, just listen to me.â Joel kneels in front of you and you stand up. His hands come to either side of the couch, keeping you there. âPlease?â
You can feel his eyes on you but you keep staring straight ahead, the curtains of all the rental rooms are drawn shut. âPlease just go, Joel.â
Jade steps into your line of vision and you can feel the jealousy twisting at your stomach. Sheâs fucking beautiful. Long icy blonde hair that looks silky to touch, slender limbs and a perfectly symmetrical face. Her make up is done to perfection, and to top it all off she was kissed by an angel in the breast department.Â
âIâm sorry. I left the country a few days after I saw you for your birthday celebration. I went to Germany to get married and I wasnât coming back.â Her eyes go soft for a second as she looks down at her bare left ring finger and then back to you. âClearly I didnât do either of those things. I havenât spoken to Joel and I just assumed our regular time slots still stood.â
Even without looking down, you know Joel hasnât looked away. From the moment you met him, youâve been able to feel his gaze on you. Itâs one of the things you like so much about him, the way he looks at you. You feel warm and seen, and most importantly, safe in his gaze.
Tommy clears his throat gently and you glance his way. âEnding things with a sub is tricky. It has to be done in person. I know Joel better than anyone else, he ended things with everyone else. Heâs gonna beat the shit out of me for this, but heâs crazy about you and heâs only ever looked at one other person the way he looks at you.â
âTommy,â Jade's voice cracks as she says his name. âI think you should untie me so I can leave. I really am sorry, to all of you.â
You watch the two of them disappear back into the main area of the club before you finally allow yourself to look down at Joel. His eyes are big and soft, he looks so vulnerable. Is this real though? When you think about how easily he can slide on his dominant mask you arenât sure what you can and canât trust, and thatâs really fucking horrible considering trust is the most important thing between a sub and dom. He could be lying, he gains blow jobs and doing whatever else he wants to your body by keeping this up.Â
But what does Tommy gain from telling you what he just did? Tommy has no skin in the game here.
Joel Â
His heart is flying wildly behind his chest, blood coursing through his ears. He never thought he was going to see Jade again. Neither of them talked about it really, but after that session that you walked in on she canceled the next one and told him she was moving to be with her fiance in Germany and was getting married. He continues to look up at you; the ever growing pinch in his neck be damned, heâs not looking away. Even at this angle you manage to take his breath away. It feels like hours have gone by when you finally speak.
âI thought it was only me,â it comes out as a whisper and immediately shatters the little bits that were left of his composure.Â
âIt is, sweet girl. I promise you it is.â
âI want to believe you,â your voice is so calm. He doesnât deserve you being calm right now. Or does he? You came into this very methodical. Maybe these are just sub-dom transactions to you.
âWhat can I do?â He says hopefully. âIâll do anything you need, sweet girl.â
You let out a shaky breath and he can see the wall building behind your eyes, that fun goofy girl who isnât afraid to crack a joke is slowly locking herself away. He prepares himself for you to tell him this is over, or that you need time. He reminds himself that this was always going to end in heartbreak for him, so may as well get it over with now instead of when heâs fully in love with you, before heâs learned how those warm walls of your pussy feel against his cock. Because there really will be no coming back from that if that happens.
As he tightens the muscles in his core, physically preparing for the metaphorical blow to the gut he watches your long lashes flutter shut and when you open your eyes again the wall is gone. The shimmering pools of the eyes heâs enamored by are back and relief washes over him.Â
âNothing, Mister Miller,â your voice is saccharine sweet. âTrust is the most important thing between a sub and their dom. I canât let my own anxiety ruin this, but I might just be a bit guarded until Iâve calmed all those thoughts.â
He whispers your name, biting back a groan as your hands meet his hair. âIâm so sorry that happened, baby girl.â
âI know. So am I. I shouldnât have gotten jealous. Itâs justâŚâ
âNo, you can be jealous. I told you one thing and -.â
You tug at the strands of his hair and shush him. âIâm not done,â your voice is stern. Joel isnât used to hearing your tone like that and he suddenly feels his chest swelling with pride. This sweet bubbly person in front of him is morphing into a confident badass. Thatâs probably the exact tone youâll use in boardrooms or courtrooms when other lawyers try to talk over you and he can only hope that one day heâll get to witness that. âI shouldnât have gotten jealous, but I really like the way I feel around you. Itâs selfish of me, but Iâd like to keep feeling like this for the few months I have left here before I leave for law school.â
Selfish. He lets that word wash over him. The most selfless person heâs ever known is worried about being selfish? No, he thinks, she deserves this. Hearing you say that youâre leaving makes him feel like his chest is caving in on itself. Heâll deal with the inevitable heartbreak when you leave him. He knows those rejection letters were hard on you, but he helped you to feel better and heâs going to hold on to that and give you that for as long as he possibly can.Â
Your fingers release his hair and he watches you walk the few steps to where the rope Tommy untied for you lays on the floor. He licks his lips as you bend to pick it up, eyes trailing over the delicious curves of your ass. âIt would be my pleasure, sweetheart.â
You turn, walking back towards where heâs kneeling and holding the ropes out to him you say, âIs the workshop over?â
He stands up, his fingers grazing yours as he takes the rope. Electricity tingles up his forearms at the feel of your soft skin. Your body is so close to his that he can feel your soft warmth radiating against him. You being at this proximity immediately put him at ease.
âNo, thereâs a bodysuit tutorial right now,â he says. You nod, stepping around him. Suddenly, Joel grabs your elbow to stop you, lowering his lips to your ear, and lowering his voice to that gravelly tone he knows you love, he rasps, âI should punish you for letting another dom untie whatâs mine.â
You smirk up at him, âIâd like to see you try, Sweet Cheeks.â
You
Joel works silently around you and you lose yourself for a bit in the events that unfolded tonight. Joel has knelt in front of you before, but never like that. The sad, helpless look in his eyes, the slight slump of the shoulders. He was submitting to you, and when your fingers met his scalp, he leaned into your touch. The way his body melted at your touch was intoxicating. He wasnât Mister Miller in that room tonight, he was Joel, and the dichotomy of this man is astounding.Â
After about thirty minutes of Joel twisting, turning and pulling he has your upper half tied into a zigzagged bodysuit of rope. Joel steps in front of you and bends slightly to reach between your legs. When he brings the rope between your thighs and as he feeds it through the bottom of the chest piece, the seam of your leggings brushes against your clit. You jolt at the contact, your cheeks flushing crimson as Joel's eyes meet yours in a flash of onyx and honey. He begins shaping the bottom part of the bodysuit, bent in front of you the entire time and locking eyes with yours every time he tugs the ropes into place.Â
You glance nervously around the room to see if anyone else is having the same reaction. You expected this night to be fun and silly, the way a date should be. And it was for a while, but now itâs taken a very erotic turn. The blush of your cheeks warms down your chest and neck as you hold off on what could be a very vocal orgasm in front of a room of people who you donât necessarily want to witness it.
Joel finally finishes the body suit and moves to stand behind you, his patchy facial hair brushes the shell of your ear as he whispers, his voice full of gravel, âHands behind your back, my sweet girl. We arenât done.â
A shiver races up your spine and your arms fly back. âSo eager,â Joel says softly, grazing his teeth along the lobe of your ear, adding gasoline to the small fire thatâs been building between your thighs. Â
Youâre sure the arm restraints only take about three minutes to complete, but it feels like hours. The three knots that lay around your wrists, forearms, and biceps keep your posture nice and tall, and your breasts pushed up through the body suit. Once heâs finished, Joel spins you to face him, and that rope works its way in between the lips of your now absolutely soaked pussy. You squeeze your thighs together, the soft expression on his face only intensifying the growing ache. Heâs such a fucking tease, you think, and now heâs looking at you as if you put the stars in the sky. Finally, his dark brown eyes settle on yours and he gives you a closed lip smile.
âWhat?â You ask breathlessly.
âI jusâ thought that Iâd go all caveman seeinâ you like this,â he steps into you, one hand cupping your cheek, the other tugging on the rope near your waist, which jiggles the rope that has you on edge. Joelâs voice lowers, this next part just for you to hear. âBut you just look so beautiful.â
He tugs up on the rope and pleasure courses through you as you gasp quietly. He gives you that sexy smirk that makes that dimple carve into his cheek.Â
Yep, heâs a fucking tease. The little box says, confirming your thoughts.Â
âYou like that, sweet girl?â
He tugs again and your forehead falls to his chest. âPlease, Mister Miller,â you whisper into his expensive cotton t-shirt.Â
Starr interrupts the two of you, but you canât peel yourself away from Joel right now. The slightest move of that rope might make you explode. âWell, based on that reaction Iâd say you tied it just right, Joel.â
âThank you for coming, Starr. Iâm sure weâll host one of these again soon. Tommy is by the bar, he can help you kick everyone out.â
âJoel,â she says, a slight hint of amusement in her now hushed voice. âYour rope bunny is on the verge of having an orgasm, go.â
With that he hoists you over his shoulder and walks towards the door that leads to the private rooms. âFuckfuck, Iâm gonna -â you whisper into his broad back and squeeze your thighs tighter as Joel walks.Â
The second the door shuts, separating you from the others Joel puts you on your feet and jiggles the rope around your waist. âCome, baby.â
You fall into him for support, his other arm wrapping around you to hold you up as stars blur your vision. âThat feel good, my little rope bunny?âÂ
âYes - oh god, yes.â Your arms pull at the ropes restraining them behind your back and you canât hold it anymore. Your orgasm practically slams through you as you gasp and moan into Joel's broad chest. âFuck, Mister Miller.â
 âYouâre so beautiful when you let go for me. Iâll never get sick of watching you like this.â He continues to work the rope as your high crests and your legs start to go weak and boneless below you.
âI canâtâŚp-please Mis - Fuck.â Joel lifts your lax and quivering body over his shoulder again and makes his way to his room, placing you at the foot of the bed, spinning you and pushing between your shoulder blades until your chest meets the mattress.
âSpread your legs,â he commands and you listen, moving your feet to be shoulder width apart. He wraps two cuffs around your ankles, and attaches them to the bottom of the bed posts before doing the same to the ropes around your arms. Youâre trapped, stuck bent over the end of the bed and even though youâre fully clothed under all of these ropes, this is easily the hottest thing youâve ever done. âFuck me. How are you so goddamn sexy even when youâre fully clothed.â
You hear Joelâs footsteps around the room, gathering whatever he has decided to use on you tonight before you can feel him behind you. âSweet girl, I do believe I read that you would be interested in sensory deprivation. Is that correct?âÂ
âYes, Mister Miller,â you hum.
âDo I have your consent to blindfold you and then have you listen to music in noise canceling headphones?â
Fire erupts in your stomach, your core pulsing at the thought of him doing whatever he wants to you. âYes, Mister Miller.â
A silky black blind fold slips over your head, Joel's large body covering your back. âWhatâs your safeword?â he growls, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.Â
âStegosaurus.â Just once youâd like that to not leave your lips in the whiny, desperate tone it does when he asks you that question.Â
âGood girl,â he praises before the plush headphones cover your ears. All you see is black, all you hear is soft decorative piano music, and all you feel is the warmth of Joel over your buzzing skin. Thereâs not a single thought in your mind, everything is silent. This is what you need and you start to worry that youâll become addicted to the way Joel makes you feel everything while thinking nothing.Â
The warmth of his body disappears from you and you whimper at the loss. Your eyes clench closed as if that will help you be able to find him. A thin, pulsing vibrator hits the back of your thigh and you jump. Joel's large hands rubs your opposite hip and every muscle relaxes under his touch. The vibrator pulses softly as he moves it up your thigh, tickling along your hip, and then down the other leg. You canât hear the sounds that youâre making but youâre sure theyâre desperate, needy gasps.
After teasing your arms Joel slips something small and hard between your body and the rope thatâs been torturously teasing at your clit before you feel him pull away. You adjust so your forehead is resting on the mattress before it dips with the weight of him sitting beside your head. His warm fingers wrap around your neck and he kneads the muscles.
âMmmm, thank you Mister Miller,â you hum.Â
Whatever Joel slipped against your clit comes to life, a dull vibration that is sure to be your undoing has you attempting to arch your back, but you canât move. Your breathing quickens, short little puffs of air passing your lips.Â
âIâm gonna come,â you murmur quietly, or at least you think itâs quiet since you canât hear yourself or anything else. Joelâs strong fingers continue the delicious swirling patterns up and down the sides of your neck as you begin to shake. âOh god - Iâm so close!â
Just as youâre about to slam head first into another orgasm the vibrating stops and Joelâs fingers disappear from your skin. âNo,â and this time you know it wasnât a whisper or a whimper.
The mattress jostles and then you feel Joel behind you again. A hand comes to one of yours, coaxing it out of the fist youâve apparently clenched before doing the same to the other. The vibrating starts stronger this time and both his hands come to yours, his thumbs massaging at your palms. It doesnât take long this time before youâre right on that edge again.
âFuck, Mister Miller. Puh-please donât stop!â Your legs start the familiar shake that happens right when youâre about to tip over the edge and he doesnât follow your wishes. The hand massage stops, quickly followed by the vibrator being switched off. You groan in frustration and he lays a quick, sharp spank over your legging clad right ass cheek. âHnnng - sorry.â
You canât be certain, but based on the warm puffs hitting your core youâre pretty sure heâs knelt down behind you. The vibrator comes to life again, stronger than the last two times and his hands work at massaging the muscles along the back of your thighs. This is torture; wonderful euphoric torture and as much as you want it end, you also donât ever want him to stop making you feel this way.Â
You let your eyes flutter open behind the blindfold, itâs still just as dark but you see that little pink sparkly box. The one thatâs overflowing with emotion for Joel. You should push it back into the shadows or light it on fire, but instead you let it come out of the shadows completely. You see your hands reaching for the lid just as the white hot pleasure in your core gets close to the breaking point.
âPlease pleaseâŚMister Miller - fuck!â You whimper and whine as it begins to burn hotter and then itâs gone and it feels like the air is being sucked forcefully out of your lungs.Â
âNonono, I canât. Please, I need you..â Joel's large body is across your back in a second. The hard bulge in pants pressing against your ass and the memory of how good he felt and tasted in your mouth the last time has saliva pooling under your tongue. You swallow hard as one of the padded ear pieces is lifted from your ear.
Joelâs voice is deep and gruff as he says, âWhat do you need, my sweet girl?â
The little box of feelings vibrates at him calling you his and you kick it back into the shadows. âI need to come, Mister Miller.â
âThat right? How bad?â He says teasingly before placing a feather light kiss on that sensitive spot right below your ear.
âSo bad. Please, it hurts, Mister Miller.â You are pouting into the fluffy sheets, a completely whiny mess, and you realize that youâre always a mess for him. Be it a horny or depraved one, a whiny or a pouty one, he doesnât care and if anything you think he likes it that way, likes you that way. âI want to hear you. I miss your dirty talk, please, baby!â
âFuck,â he breathes. âI should spank you until you canât sit tomorrow for calling me anything but Mister Miller. You know that, right?âÂ
âI canât think straight. Iâm sorry, just please. Please!â
He whips the headphones off of you and the vibrator hits at an intensity you have never felt before. Your pornographic scream fills the room. His large body above yours intensifies everything that was already killing you.
âThat what you need, huh?â
You cry out and try to say yes but youâre sure itâs all just an incoherent mix of sounds at this point.Â
âGod damn, baby girl. You should see yourself right now. All tied up in knots that I made. The way your leggings hug the curves of your hips and soft, creamy thighs. Youâre going to be the death of me one day.â
Tears start to flow behind your blindfold as the pleasure almost becomes too much, you havenât come yet, and at this point you arenât sure if youâll survive it if you do. You have half a mind to ask Joel if an orgasm can physically split you in two because that is how you feel right now.Â
âIâm - oh god - IâmâŚâ You try to form the words but you canât.Â
One of Joelâs hands slips between his front and your tied up arms, his hand wrapping tightly around yours. His lips come to your ear as whispers. âI got you, sweet girl, just let go for me.â
âNeed to see you,â you say between gasps of air and the pleasure begins to burn in your.Â
Joel peels the blind fold off. You blink him into focus, his warm eyes searching your face. âLet go, youâre ok.â
As per usual, itâs his words that seem to be that final push and you let your orgasm consume you. It starts as a cold spark, a shiver up your spine and then heat flushes through every since cell in your body. You moan and writhe beneath Joel who whispers your praises like a prayer. Talking you through the intensity of the feeling. Your pussy clenches around nothing and youâre sure your panties, leggings and the rope are ruined.
âI canât!â You gasp and Joel slows the vibration to help you ride out the decresendo of your orgasm. As the jolts of your body slow, he follows suit; the vibrator going to a dull blip and eventually nothing. Joel's thumb traces soothing patterns on the hand heâs still holding between your bodies. You take a deep and shaky breath, trying to calm your racing heart.Â
âAre you ok, angel?â he asks quietly and goosebumps somehow spread along your too hot body.
âBetter than ok,â you say with a small smile.
Joelâs lips meet yours, soft and pliant and so full of passion. Your eyes shut as you part your lips for him and when your tongue strokes gently against his he lets out a small whimper that causes your pulse to leap. Mentally, you grab a bigger box, stuffing it with the realization that youâre falling for this man. But you will deal with that later, right now you just need to let yourself have something that is for, well⌠yourself.
JoelÂ
He breaks the kiss, even though he doesnât want to. Even though he knows that by breaking this kiss itâs only going to mean you going home sooner. âI need to get you out of these ropes and get some sugar into you.â
The two of you sit in a comfortable silence as his nimble fingers work to undo your restraints, then the intricate knots that bind your arms, and lastly the bodysuit. He really did think you looked stunning all tied up. He didnât plan for this night to go the way it did, but when he saw the slight flush of your cheeks and the way your eyes glazed over he couldnât resist giving you what he knew you needed. He stays close, one hand protectively on your hip as you crawl onto the bed. Once he has you seated, he pulls a fuzzy grey blanket out from a basket beside the night stand and then opens the small fridge to grab you an orange juice and water.
He cracks the top of the orange juice. âDrink this for me, please.â
He watches your eyes do a quick half roll but you donât fight him, fingers just barely grazing his as you take the juice from him. âI had fun tonight,â you say between sips as he walks to grab the coconut oil.Â
Joel stands beside you. âSo did I, sweetheart. Arm, please.â
You take the orange juice in your left hand and give him your right. Both of you watch as he puts oil on the few pink marks the ropes left behind. âDo you think I should change my safeword?â
He lifts one eyebrow at you and as he tends to your other arm says, âWhy do you ask that.â
âI donât know. Itâs justâŚwell, originally that little dinosaur on your coffee maker seemed so out of place. It intrigued me. Your home is beautiful, but the parts you let people see donât give away any hints about you, except for that little dinosaur. But now that I know the whole story, it just seems too special of an item to be tied to what we do.â
âI donât think we need to change it. Youâre right, that little stegosaurus is special to me.â He sits sideways on the bed, grabbing the empty orange juice container and handing you the water. His jaw flexes once before he continues, âBut so are you. I love that you felt a connection to that part of me. Ultimately, itâs your safe word, sweet girl, so you can make it anything you want, but I think itâs perfect for us.â
The soft look in your eyes as he speaks is almost enough to kill him, and when your lips twitch up ever so slightly at his words he knows heâs done for. He shouldnât fall for you, especially since heâs sure thereâs no way youâd ever feel the same way, but he canât not fall for you.
Your name passes his lips with a nervous tremble, because he knows that what heâs about to say next is going to be his undoing. If you say yes to this next thing, if he continues spending actual time with you, heâs done.
âYa?â you say before sucking your bottom lip through your teeth.
âFriday night is the five year anniversary party for the club. Itâs a black tie event for all the VIP guests. Would you like to accompany me?â
He watches as your eyes land on your lap, your lips pressing together as if to suppress a smile. When your gaze floats back up to his, your eyes give you away. Try as you might to hide your expressions with him; he'll always know when youâre happy based on the glitter of your eyes.
âIâd really like that, Mister Miller.â
His forehead meets yours. âThis might be a Sweet Cheeks moment.â
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'You gave me something to lose'
Joel Miller x f!reader
summary: Joel is afraid of losing you.
wc: 4k>
warnings: angst, mentions of panic attacks, fluff. Messy writing cause this is an old draft.
a/n: this was on my drafts for so long so I'm posting this as a gift because I'm going to London for the next two weeks and I won't be very active on here. So once I return, I promise I'll write the pendant things and requests I have. I hope you like this one. Happy reading đ
dividerers by @/saradika-graphics
Joel didnât fear anything, not dying nor being alone or even broke.
Not the clickers, not darkness, but you.
when his mission to take Ellie to the fireflies became into caring for the teen, he felt panicked.
And when he learned he had fallen deeply in love with you, you gave him something to lose.
And he was frightened.
Joel had always been a fortress, walls built high and strong to keep out the pain and loss he had endured. But now, those walls were crumbling. Each moment he spent with you, each secret you both had shared, each tender touch, chipped away at the defenses he had so meticulously constructed.
Since the day Joel met you at the QZ in Boston, you had stolen something from him. He didnât decipher what back then, but every time you werenât on his sight, a knot formed on his stomach. Every time he caught a glimpse of you, his blood rushed into his cheeks.
And God, every single time you smiled at him, he could find a reason to keep surviving in this world, again.
And thatâs why when you had decided to go after him, when he and Tess took Ellie with them to the fireflies. He had made up his mind, between the anger and tinted loved was feeling for you right at that moment, he had decided he was going to protect you more than anything or anyone. Even when you got on his nerves.
The journey to the fireflies was grueling. The roads were treacherous, infested with clickers and hunters. Every step was a battle, every night a gamble. But Joel was relentless. He led the way with a grim determination, always keeping you and Ellie close. The tension was palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the danger that lurked in every shadow.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the desolate landscape, you found a moment of respite. The group set up camp in an abandoned building, its crumbling walls offering a semblance of shelter. Joel, ever vigilant, took the first watch.
You approached him, the flickering firelight casting dancing shadows across his weathered face. He looked up as you neared, his eyes softening slightly. âYou should get some rest,â he said, his voice a low rumble.
You shook your head, sitting down beside him. âI canât sleep. Too much on my mind.â
Joel glanced at you, the hint of a smile playing on his lips. âYeah, I get that.â There was a pause, a comfortable silence settling between you. âYou know,â he began, his voice barely above a whisper, âI never thought Iâd feel this way again. Not after everything.â
You looked at him, searching his eyes. âWhat do you mean?â
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âIâveâŚâ he paused, âNever mind.â
You furrowed your brow, sensing the weight of his unspoken words. âJoel, you can talk to me. Whatever it is, Iâm here.â
He looked away, his jaw tightening. âItâs just⌠itâs hard to explain.â He paused again, just a few seconds, lifting his gaze up to yours âWhy did you followed us three?â he asked.
The question caught you off guard, but you didnât hesitate in your response. âI didnât follow all of you. I followed you.â
âWhy?â
âBecause back in the QZ there wasnât a life after youâ you confessed, âLife sucks in there, but without you it would be worse.â
Joelâs eyes widened slightly, the vulnerability of your words hitting him harder than he expected. He stared at you, trying to process the depth of your feelings. âI never knewâŚâ
âOf course you didnât,â you interrupted softly. âYouâve always been so focused on surviving, on protecting Tess and yourself, that youâve never stopped to see how much you mean to people. How much you mean to me.��
He shook his head, struggling to find the right words. âGood to know it because I feel the same about you.â
Your heart skipped a beat, his admission filling you with warmth. "Joel..."
He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. âWhen I met you, I didnât think I could care for anyone again. But you... you changed that.â
You felt tears welling up in your eyes, but you held them back, not wanting to break the cosmic moment âIâm glad. Because I canât imagine going through this without you.â
Joel reached out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear that had escaped. âNow can you, please go to sleep?â
âCan I sleep here?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Joelâs expression softened, and without hesitation, he nodded. âYeah, you can.â
He shifted, making room for you to lie down beside him. As you settled in, the warmth of his body next to yours was both comforting and grounding. You felt his arm wrap around you, pulling you closer, and you snuggled into his embrace, feeling safe and protected.
âThank you,â you murmured, your voice muffled against his chest.
âFor what?â he asked softly, his breath warm against your hair.
âFor letting me in. For trusting me.â
Joel pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. âI trust you more than anyone. And Iâm glad youâre here. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
You smiled, the weight of the world feeling just a little bit lighter in his arms. âWeâll figure it out together. âAs the night deepened, the sounds of the wilderness outside seemed distant, the crackling fire casting a gentle glow around you. Joelâs steady heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest were the lullaby that finally coaxed you into sleep. In his arms, you found a peace you hadnât known in a long time.
He felt his heart giving up for you.
That had happened a few months ago.
And Joel had become afraid. He found himself lying awake almost every night, staring at the sky and the stars, a storm of thoughts raging in his mind. What if something happened to you? What if he couldn't protect you? The thought of losing you, of seeing the light fade from your eyes, was a nightmare he couldn't bear. It was a fear far greater than anything he had ever faced; greater than the harsh realities of the post-apocalyptic world he had navigated for so long.
During the day, he tried to push these fears aside, trying to focus on the present. But it was impossible. Every smile you gave him reminded him of what he stood to lose. Every time you reached for his hand, his heart ached with the weight of his love for you and the dread of its potential loss.
He watched you with Ellie, how you cared for her, and how you brought joy and laughter into her bleak world. He saw how you made her feel safe and loved, and it only made his feelings for you deepen. Ellie, too, had become a part of this fragile, makeshift family, and his love for both of you intertwined, creating a web of vulnerability he couldn't escape.
The wind howled outside, carrying with it the bitter cold of the frozen winter night. Inside the small, dilapidated cabin, a fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow across the room. You, Joel, and Ellie huddled close to the fire, trying to fend off the chill that seemed to seep through the very walls.
Ellie poked at the fire with a stick, her eyes reflecting the dancing flames. "What do you think itâll be like, Joel?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty.
Joel looked up from the map he was studying, his eyes softening as he met Ellieâs gaze. "What do you mean?"
"After the cure," she said. "When this is all over. What do you think itâll be like?"
Joel leaned back against the rough wooden wall, his mind drifting to a time long past. "I reckon things will be...different. Better, maybe. People could rebuild, start over. There might be schools again, towns with shops, places where kids can just be kids."
Ellie smiled at the thought, her imagination running wild with possibilities. "I want to learn to play guitar," she said. "Like you, Joel. You promised to teach me, remember?"
Joel chuckled softly, a rare sound in these harsh times. "Yeah, I remember. We'll find one, and I'll teach you. Maybe we can even have a little concert, you and me."
You watched the exchange, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. "What about you, Joel? What's something youâd want to do?"
Joel hesitated, his eyes flicking to you. "I... Iâd like to have a place of our own. Somewhere safe. Maybe a little house with a garden. We could grow our own food, live a quiet life. Just...be together."
You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. "That sounds nice," you said softly. "Really nice."
The conversation drifted into a comfortable silence, each of you lost in thoughts of a hopeful future. You leaned against Joel, the warmth of his body a comforting presence. His arm wrapped around you instinctively, pulling you closer.
Ellie yawned and stretched out on the floor next to the fire. "I think I'm going to get some sleep," she said, her voice already heavy with exhaustion.
"Good idea," Joel replied. "Iâll keep the watch."
Ellie nodded and pulled her blanket tightly around herself, quickly drifting off to sleep. You and Joel stayed by the fire, the quiet crackling of the flames the only sound in the room.
"Do you really think thereâs hope for a cure?" you asked quietly, your head resting on his shoulder.
Joel sighed, his fingers gently stroking your arm. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I have to believe there is. For Ellie. For you."
You tilted your head up to look at him, your eyes searching his. "Youâve been through so much, Joel. Yet you still find it in you to hope. Thatâs incredible."
He shook his head slightly. "It's not hope," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's you.â
Joelâs panic attacks had become more frequent as the days passed. Every quiet moment seemed to stretch into an eternity of worry and fear. He could feel the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him, and the constant fear that he wouldnât be able to protect you or Ellie gnawed at him relentlessly.
When the three of you had finally arrived at Jackson, Joelâs thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Jackson was a sanctuary, a place where you could all be safe, but his fears didnât dissipate. If anything, they grew stronger. The more secure the surroundings, the more he worried about what could go wrong.
Jackson was bustling with life, a stark contrast to the desolate landscapes they had traversed. Children played in the streets, people worked in gardens, and there was a sense of community and hope that was almost overwhelming. Joel watched it all with a heavy heart, his mind racing.
He couldnât shake the feeling that he was going to die, that some unseen danger would take him away from you and Ellie. The thought of leaving you unprotected was unbearable. Thatâs when the idea started to form: maybe the best way to protect you was to leave you in Jackson, where youâd be safe. Where you could even find someone younger than him to kept you alive.
Joel sought out his brother. He found Tommy in the community hall, finishing up some late-night paperwork. The room was quiet, the only sound the scratch of Tommyâs pen against the paper.
"Tommy," Joel said, his voice low and strained.
Tommy looked up, immediately sensing the urgency in his brotherâs tone. "Joel, whatâs going on? You look like youâve seen a ghost."
Joel took a deep breath, his hands trembling. He sat down across from Tommy, his eyes filled with anguish. "I need to talk to you. Itâs about Ellie and... and myâŚ.my " He couldnât find the words to describe you. Calling you his lover wasnât a proper word to use, it felt so weak. There was not nickname that could make justice to what you meant to him.
âYour girlfriend?â Tommy asked.
Joel nodded.
Tommy set his pen down, giving Joel his full attention. "Alright, tell me whatâs on your mind."
Joelâs voice cracked as he spoke. "I donât know how much longer I can do this. The fear... itâs eating me alive. Iâm so scared somethingâs going to happen to them, and I wonât be able to protect them."
Tommyâs expression softened. "Joel, youâre in Jackson now. Itâs safe here. Weâve got walls, people who care about each other. You donât have to do this alone."
Joel shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. "You donât understand. I feel like Iâm going to die, like somethingâs going to take me away from them. And then what? What happens to them if Iâm gone?"
Tommy reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Joelâs shoulder. "Weâll take care of them, Joel. Youâre not alone in this."
Joelâs tears began to fall, his voice choked with emotion. "Iâm asking you to take Ellie with you. Keep her safe. And let my baby stay here in Jackson. She deserves a life thatâs not filled with running and fear."
Tommyâs eyes widened in shock. "Joel, are you sure about this? Youâre talking about leaving them behind."
"Iâm not leaving them," Joel said, his voice trembling. "Iâm trying to protect them. Theyâll be safer without me."
Tommy sighed, his heart breaking for his brother. "And what about you, Joel? What happens to you if you leave?"
Joel wiped his tears, trying to steady himself. "Iâll find a way to keep going. I just need to know theyâre safe. Thatâs all that matters."
Tommy nodded slowly, understanding the depth of Joelâs fear and love. "Alright, Joel. If this is what you think is best, Iâll take care of them. But you need to talk to them first. They deserve to know why youâre doing this."
Joel nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of his decision. "I will. Thank you, Tommy."
Tommy pulled Joel into a tight embrace; his voice filled with emotion. "Weâre family, Joel. We take care of each other."
Joel clung to his brother, the tears flowing freely now. He knew the conversation with you and Ellie would be one of the hardest things heâd ever have to do, but he also knew it was necessary. The fear of losing you both was too great to ignore, and he hoped that, in time, you would understand why he had to make this choice.
Joel walked slowly to Ellieâs room, his heart heavy with the burden of what he was about to do. He knew this conversation would be one of the hardest of his life, but he also believed it was necessary. He took a deep breath and knocked softly on her door.
âCome in,â Ellieâs voice called from inside.
He opened the door and stepped into the room. Ellie was sitting on her bed, reading one of the books she had found in Jacksonâs library. She looked up and smiled when she saw him, but her smile faded when she noticed the serious expression on his face.
âJoel, whatâs wrong?â she asked, her brows furrowing with concern.
Joel closed the door behind him and sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked at Ellie, her young face full of life and determination, and it made his heart ache.
âEllie, we need to talk,â he said softly, struggling to find the right words.
Ellie set her book aside and gave him her full attention. âWhatâs going on?â
Joel took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. âEllie, Iâve been thinking a lot about our journey, about everything weâve been through. And... about what comes next.â
Ellie shook her head, her voice rising with emotion. âJoel, no. Weâre supposed to stick together. Weâre a team.â
Joel looked down, unable to meet her eyes. âEllie, Iâm not sure I can keep doing this. The fear... itâs too much. Iâm scared somethingâs going to happen to you, and I wonât be able to protect you.â
Ellie reached out, placing a hand on his arm. âWe protect each other, Joel. Thatâs how weâve always done it.â
Joel swallowed hard, his voice breaking. âIâm asking Tommy to take you to the fireflies. Heâll keep you safe until you arrive to the hospital.â
Ellieâs eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head fiercely. âNo, Joel. Iâm not going without you. Weâve come this far together, and Iâm not leaving you.â
Joelâs heart ached at her words, but he forced himself to continue. âEllie, you need to understand. Iâm not... Iâm not your father. I canât be the one to keep you safe forever.â
The words hung heavy in the air, and Ellieâs tears began to fall. âYouâre the closest thing Iâve ever had to a father, Joel. Donât you get that? Fuckâ
Joelâs own tears threatened to spill over, but he steeled himself. âBut youâre not my daughter and Iâm not your father.â
Ellie shook her head, her voice filled with desperation. âNo, Joel. Please. Donât do this. We need you.â
Joel reached out, cupping her face in his hands. âI need you to trust me, Ellie. This is the best way to keep you safe.â
Ellie pulled away from his touch, her face a mix of anger and heartbreak. âI donât want to be safe if it means losing you. You and her are all I have, Joel.â
Joel stood up, his heart shattering at her words. âIâm sorry, Ellie. But this is how it has to be.â
He turned and walked toward the door, each step feeling like a lead weight. He paused at the doorway, looking back at Ellie one last time.
With that, he walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. He leaned against the wall, his heart breaking at the sound of Ellieâs muffled sobs. He knew this was one of the hardest decisions he had ever made, but he believed it was the right one.
As he stood there, trying to compose himself, he heard footsteps approaching. You appeared at the end of the hallway, having heard the conversation. Your eyes met his, and in that moment, he saw the same mix of anger, hurt, and confusion that Ellie had shown.
You approached Joel slowly, your face a mix of anger and hurt. He could see the questions in your eyes, the need for an explanation that would make sense of the pain he had caused.
"Joel," you said, your voice trembling. "What are you doing?"
Joel looked down, unable to meet your gaze. "I'm trying to keep you both safe. You and Ellie. This place, Jackson... it's where you can have a real life."
Your eyes narrowed, and you took a step closer. "And you think abandoning us is the way to do that? How could you even consider leaving us behind?"
Joel sighed, his shoulders slumping. "It's not abandoning you. It's making sure you're protected. If something happens to meâ"
You cut him off, your voice rising with emotion. "Don't you get it, Joel? We need you. Ellie needs you. I need you. You're the reason we've made it this far. You can't just walk away."
Joel's eyes were filled with pain as he looked up at you. "I can't shake the fear that I'm going to die, that I won't be there when you need me most. I thought if I left, you'd be safer."
You stepped even closer, your anger giving way to desperation. "Safer? Joel, we've faced everything together. We protect each other. How can you think we'd be better off without you? How can you think I would be better off without you?""
Joel's voice was barely a whisper. "Because I can't bear the thought of losing you.â
Your heart ached at his words, but you knew you had to make him understand. You reached out, taking his hands in yours. "Joel, I love you. I need you with me, not just for protection, but because you're my love. Leaving me won't keep me safe; it'll break me."
Joel looked at you, tears welling in his eyes. "I don't know if I can do this. The fear is... it's too much."
You squeezed his hands, your voice gentle but firm. "We'll face it together, Joel. Just like we always have. You're not alone in this. Please, don't leave me."
Joel pulled you into a tight embrace, his tears finally spilling over. "I'm so scared," he admitted, his voice choked with emotion.
You held him close, your own tears falling. "I know, Joel. But we're stronger together. I need you. Ellie and I need you"
As you stood there, holding each other in the quiet of the hallway, Joel felt the weight of his fear begin to lift. The love and determination in your voice gave him the strength he needed to keep going. At least for a bit.
After a long moment, Joel pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I was trying to do the right thing.â
You nodded; your heart full of relief. "We'll figure it out, Joel. Together."
Joel took a deep breath, cupping your face in his hands. âI love you so much,â he said, pecking your lips.
Your heart swelled with emotion as you returned his kiss, a soft, reassuring touch. âI love you too, Joel,â you whispered, your voice steady with conviction.
Joel rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as if trying to etch this moment into his memory. âI just donât want to lose you or Ellie. I donât know what Iâd do if something happened to either of you.â
You stroked his cheek, your thumb brushing away a stray tear. âWeâre not going anywhere, Joel. Weâve made it through so much already, and weâll keep making it through. Together.â
He nodded, pulling you into a tighter embrace, the warmth of his body a comforting reminder of his presence. âTogether,â he repeated, his voice more confident now.
You pulled back slightly from the embrace, looking up into Joelâs eyes. "Come on," you said softly, taking his hand. "Letâs get cleaned up. Itâs been a long day."
He nodded, allowing you to lead him down the hall to the bathroom. The room was small, but it had a functioning showerâone of the many luxuries you had come to appreciate in this place. You turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was just right.
Joel stood there, watching you with an exhaustion and adoration. He started to undress, his movements were slow You did the same, your eyes meeting his with every piece of clothing that fell to the floor. There was an unspoken understanding between you. Both of you bared int front of each other, stealing glances of your bodies in display.
Once you were both undressed, you stepped into the shower together. The warm water cascaded over your bodies, washing away the grime and tension of the day. You reached for the soap, lathering it between your hands before gently running them over Joelâs shoulders and back.
He sighed, leaning into your touch. "You donât have to do this," he murmured.
"I want to," you replied, your voice tender. "Let me take care of you." You said, pressing a kiss on his wet shoulder.
You continued to wash him, your hands moving in soothing, circular motions. The warmth of the water and the intimacy of the moment began to ease the tension in his muscles. When you reached his hair, you took the shampoo and began to work it into a lather, your fingers massaging his scalp.
Joel closed his eyes, a soft groan escaping his lips. "That feels nice," he admitted.
You smiled, continuing to wash his hair with gentle care. "Good. You deserve to relax."
After rinsing the shampoo from his hair, you handed him the soap. "Your turn," you said with a playful smile.
He took the soap, his hands surprisingly gentle as he began to wash your shoulders and back. The feel of his strong, calloused hands against your skin was comforting, a reminder of how much you meant to each other. He took his time, his touch tender and affectionate, showing the love he felt for you.
When he reached your hair, he repeated the process, his fingers working the shampoo through your locks with the same care you had shown him. You closed your eyes, savoring the sensation of his hands in your hair and the warmth of the water cascading over you.
For a while, the two of you stood there, simply enjoying the closeness and the rare moment of peace. The world outside might be filled with danger and uncertainty, but here, in this small bathroom, there was only love.
When you were both clean, you turned off the water and reached for a towel, wrapping it around Joelâs shoulders before taking another for yourself. You helped each other dry off, the intimacy of the moment deepening the existent bond between you.
Joel looked at you, his eyes filled with gratitude and love. "Thank you," he said softly.
You cupped his face in your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "Weâre in this together, Joel. Always."
He nodded, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Together," he echoed.
As you both stood there in the warmth of the bathroom, wrapped in towels and each other's embrace, the bond between you felt stronger than ever. The fear and uncertainty of the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the love and trust you had for each other.
Joel kissed the top of your head and took your hand, leading you back to the bedroom. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the bedroom, casting a warm, golden hue over the room. You both moved slowly, savoring the peaceful moment.
You helped Joel into bed, making sure he was comfortable before slipping in beside him. He pulled you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you. The simple act of being in his arms felt like the safest place in the world.
Joel tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against your forehead as he spoke. "I love you so much," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "More than I can ever put into words."
You looked up at him, your heart swelling at the raw honesty in his eyes. "I love you too, Joel. So much."
He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "I don't think I've ever felt this way before. I mean, caring this much for someone. Not since Sarah. And it's... it's scary. But it's also the most wonderful thing Iâve ever felt."
Your heart ached for him at the mention of Sarah, but you knew how important it was for Joel to express his feelings. You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, your thumb brushing against his stubble. "It's okay to be scared, Joel. But you're not alone in this. Weâre in it together."
Joel nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You've given me something I thought Iâd lost forever. Hope. A reason to keep fighting. And I want you to know that Iâll do everything I can to protect you, to make sure we have a future together."
You leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "Weâll protect each other. And weâll build that future, one day at a time."
He wrapped his arms around you tighter, holding you close as if trying to memorize the feeling of having you in his arms. "I promise you, I'll never let anything happen to you. You and Ellie mean everything to me."
You snuggled closer, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "And you mean everything to us, Joel. We're stronger together."
Joel sighed contentedly, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back. "Thank you for standing by me, for believing in me. I don't know what Iâd do without you."
You smiled against his chest, feeling the warmth of his love envelop you. "You'll never have to find out, because I'm not going anywhere."
With that, you both drifted into a peaceful sleep, the worries of the world outside momentarily forgotten. In each other's arms, you found solace and strength, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.
Hours later, Joel woke up in the middle of the night, the room shrouded in darkness. He instinctively reached out for you, but his hand found only empty space. Panic surged through him, his heart pounding as he sat up, his eyes scanning the room.
"Baby, where are you?" he muttered, throwing the blankets aside as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He quickly pulled on his pants and a shirt, his movements hurried and frantic. The fear of losing you, so deeply ingrained in his mind, took hold as he rushed out of the bedroom.
He moved swiftly down the hallway, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Had something happened? Had someone taken you? The thoughts were unbearable. He reached the top of the stairs and bolted down them, nearly stumbling in his haste.
When he reached the bottom, he paused, his eyes darting around the living room. Relief washed over him as he saw you sitting on the couch, a cup of tea cradled in your hands. You looked up, startled by his sudden appearance.
"Joel, whatâs wrong?" you asked, concern etching your features.
He let out a shaky breath, his heart still racing. "I woke up and you werenât there," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I thought something had happened to you."
You set your tea down on the table and stood up, crossing the room to him. "Iâm sorry," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "I couldnât sleep, so I came down to make some tea. I didnât mean to scare you."
He pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you as if to reassure himself that you were really there. "Itâs okay," he murmured into your hair. "I just...I canât bear the thought of losing you."
You held him just as tightly, feeling the intensity of his emotions. "You wonât lose me, Joel. I promise."
He nodded, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. "I know. Itâs just...sometimes the fear gets the better of me."
You cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks. "I understand," you said gently. "But weâre safe here. We have each other."
He sighed, the tension slowly easing from his body. "Yeah, we do."
"Come on," you said, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. "Sit with me for a while. The tea is still warm."
He followed you, sitting down beside you on the couch. You picked up your cup and handed it to him. "Here, takes a sip. Itâll help you relax."
He took the cup, his hands still slightly trembling. He sipped the tea, the warmth spreading through him, helping to calm his nerves. "Thanks," he said, his voice steadier.
You leaned against him, your head resting on his shoulder. "Weâll get through this, Joel. Together."
He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "Yeah, we will."
The two of you sat there in the quiet of the night, the warmth of the tea and the comfort of each otherâs presence soothing the fears that had momentarily overwhelmed him. In that moment, Joel felt a renewed sense of peace, knowing that as long as you were by his side, he could face anything the future held.
As the minutes passed, the tension in Joel's body melted away. He looked down at you, your eyes closed, content and calm. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you," he whispered, the words carrying all the weight of his heart.
"I love you too," you replied softly, without opening your eyes.
Joel took another sip of the tea, its warmth soothing him from the inside out. The night was still and quiet, a rare tranquility enveloping your home. He gazed around the room, taking in the modest, yet comforting surroundings. This place, this sanctuary in Jackson, could become more than just a shelter. A home.
You snuggled closer to him, and Joel felt a profound sense of gratitude. For the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to truly believe in the possibility of a future filled with hope and love. The horrors of the past, the constant threats of the present, they all seemed a little more bearable with you by his side.
"Weâve been through so much," he said quietly, his fingers gently stroking your hair. "But sitting here with you, it makes it all worth it."
You opened your eyes and looked up at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Weâve found something real, Joel. Something worth fighting for. And no matter what comes our way, weâll face it together."
Joel nodded, feeling the truth of your words settle deep within him. "Together," he echoed, his voice filled with conviction. "Always."
The two of you sat there in the stillness, the warmth of each other's presence a balm for your souls. Joel felt a sense of peace he hadn't known in years. With you, he had found a reason to hope, to believe in a better tomorrow.
As the night wore on, the exhaustion of the day began to catch up with him. You noticed his eyelids growing heavy and gently took the cup from his hands, setting it on the table. "Come on," you whispered, standing up and offering your hand. "Letâs get some rest."
Joel took your hand and allowed you to lead him back to the bedroom. The room was still bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, casting a warm light over the bed. You both slipped under the covers, and Joel pulled you close, your bodies fitting together perfectly.
With you in his arms, the fear and anxiety that had plagued him earlier faded away. The rhythm of your breathing, the steady beat of your heart against his chest, all served as a reminder of the love and strength you shared.
"Goodnight, Joel," you murmured, your voice filled with tenderness. "Goodnight," he replied, pressing a final kiss to your forehead.
As he closed his eyes, Joel felt a deep sense of contentment. No matter what the future held, he knew that with you by his side, he could face it all. Together, you had built something beautiful amidst the chaos, and that was something worth holding on to.
In the quiet darkness, with you in his arms, Joel finally allowed himself to drift into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of the life you would continue to build together, one filled with love, hope, and endless possibilities.
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vampire!ellie
synopsis: you met ellie in your universityâs ancient library, you were just trying to study and ellie couldnât help but talk to you. it drove her crazy, the scent of your blood. usually, she didnât even notice the scent on others. she was so used to it that it didnât bother her anymore. but you were different, sweeter.
cw: kinda like a mix between tlou and twilight, mentions of witchcraft and hanging, vampire!abby being a ladykiller literally, papa vampire!joel, mama vampire!tess, newlyweds vampire!jesse and dina, dinaâs transformation, lotsssss of backstory like i seriously couldnât stop myself from yapping. not proofread sorry :((((((
a/n: iâm definitely gonna make a series out of this. sorry if this is wayyy too long but i have a special place in my heart for vamp!ellie and her sweet vampire family. ok thatâs all ily thanks for reading.
wc: 2.2k
you shouldnât be walking alone at night, really. campus was a sketchy place. a plethora of bad things could happen. you could get kidnapped, jumped, pickpocketed, or, hell, even bitten by a vampire.
the library had the same scent it always did. it smelled like dust and paper. in all honesty, you didnât prefer it here. although it was beautiful, tall windows lined with stained glass, large bookshelves with every book youâd ever want, every word you could imagine and more, it was just so eerie. something bad was bound to happen here.
anyways, you settled down at the table in the corner. the one farthest away from anyone else. youâd rather be at home right now, studying in bed. itâs only because your roommate invited her stupid boyfriend over that you ended up here. itâs for the better anyway, though, because in bed you wouldnât get anything done. youâd be too distracted.
you had your priorities written on your palm, the pen now smudged, making it barely readable. writing on your palm was easier, more convenient than a post-it note. but you wrote it down on paper anyways, incase you sweated more of it off before you finished. it wasnât likely you would, though. the library was freezing, especially in the winter.
the clack of your fingers typing in your laptop password was the only thing to be heard. everyone else was dead silent. this was probably the only thing you liked about the library, everybody agreed on an unspoken rule, make the least amount of noise possible. you got started with completing your essay after shuffling your playlist, determined to finish by the end of the night.
thatâs when she saw you.
or, smelled you? your scent was so strong, it hit ellie hard. her vision went dark and splotchy, and she had to grip onto the table for support. her pearly white hands making a dent in the table with how hard she was holding.
you had to be her next meal. she had to find some way to get you alone and suck your veins dry. it scared her, the thoughts she was having. her intentions werenât to murder you, but she was starving now. you had unknowingly gotten her high on your scent.
she didnât even know where you were. were you outside? down the hall? in the library? fuck, right next to her? her head was hurting now, really, really badly. but she needed you even worse.
picking up a random book, she used the most brainpower she could to sniff you out. then, she really saw you. headphones in your ears, your hands typing away at something that wonât even matter soon. soon, sheâll have your body in her arms, hopefully in the comfort of her own home. your neck dripping a puddle on the floor as she relentlessly drank from you, your skin growing cold and your lips turning purple.
her docs made silent footsteps across the floor as she walked toward you. this was something ellie learned to master, silence. especially when she went into hunting mode. nobody looked at her as she expertly dodged the creaks in the old wooden floor. nobody saw her coming. especially you. you never saw ellie williams coming.
âhey, is it okay if i sit here?â
ââŚ.sorry, what was that?â you scrambled to pause your music.
âcan i sit here?â
âoh. yeah, sure. go ahead.â
you went back to typing, not continuing your music incase she wanted to talk. you really hoped she didnât. you needed to finish your essay. and you werenât much of a people person either.
âwhat are you writing?â she asked.
âjust an essay, nothing interesting.â
âoh, cool.â
she started reading the book she picked up before sniffing you out. she didnât bother to look at the title. or read any of the words either. really, she was just staring at it, her mind racing. she needed to come up with something interesting, something to make you like her.
while she stared at the words, you couldnât help but stare at her. your fingers came to a complete stop as you admired this stranger across from you. she didnât even introduce herself, how strange. her hair was a dark brown, her eyes black. her face was incredibly smooth. skin paler than ever, she looked as if she was a marble statue, like she belonged in a museum.
and she was reading twilight, of all books. although, you liked the book, it seemed ironic for her, like she was too mature for it. this beautiful stranger was sitting across from you, her eyebrows pulled together in frustration while she chewed on the inside of her cheek. she seemed furious at something, but at the same time, hard to read.
you were almost scared of her, but intrigued above all else.
âdo you like that book?â you asked.
âtwilight? yeah. itâs okay. iâve read it a few times.â
âhmm. itâs a classic.â
âitâs not bad. but iâve read a lot of books. this one doesnât come close to the others.â
âso you read a lot? how come iâve never seen you before?â
âiâm usually hiding. i donât prefer to engage with others if i can help it.â
âyeah, that explains it.â
she got lucky. thank god, if there even is one, that she grabbed a book you knew about. that you started a conversation with her. she thought it was the most stupid book on earth. it was filth, pure mormon fanfiction. and it was completely wrong.
âwhy are you here so late? itâs almost midnight.â you asked.
âi could ask you the same question.â she responded.
âi have a lot of work iâve been procrastinating on. if i could choose, iâd be at home. but my roommateâs boyfriend is there and i canât stand being in the same building as them.â
âi donât really know why iâm here. i just like to meet new people i guess.â
âi thought you didnât like talking to people.â
âthatâs different. youâre different.â
âhow so? you donât know who i am, and i donât even know your name.â
she stared at you blankly. you had her trapped. she suddenly realized that maybe you were harder to get than she expected. maybe you wanted to play this game.
âiâm ellie. itâs short for elizabeth but i hate that name. itâs too common, iâm sick of hearing it.â
âelizabeth is beautiful.â
âthanks. you sound like my parents.â
lie. she didnât know her parents anymore. they had abandoned her hundreds of years ago after suspecting she was a witch because she refused to get married to a man at only seventeen. after a few years, she was hung.
it wasnât until her new father, joel, took up an investigation of what happened to poor elizabeth. he ended up traveling to their old village and finding her grave after tracing her obituary back to a newspaper published in 1579.
shed been dead for years. joel was the one who brought her back to life. he injected his venom into her long rotten arms and took her in for the seven years it took for her to come back fully. he saved her. he taught her how to walk, how to speak, how to hunt. joel miller was her new father.
joel used to be a police officer. in 1712, he ran into a poor woman, bleeding and begging for his help. claiming that her husband had turned to satan and was now possessed. the woman had been bitten, she eventually would turn into ellieâs mother, tess. joel got bitten too. all three of them spent the next years as newborns in that small cabin, feasting on whoever was unfortunate enough to wander by.
the womanâs husband didnât survive. he was caught by a clan of christians and burned alive, leaving just joel and tess, who couldnât help but fall in love. they adopted more kids before and after ellie too.
abigail was the first. she was living alone in the appalachian mountains, feasting on whoever wandered after sundown. leading poor girls, desperate for a good time, into her bed and then eating them whole. abigail often hung out at lesbian bars. the girls who went home with her never came back. a bartender joked with her about this once, the bartender didnât come back, either.
joel heard about abigail through the only other coven that lived in washington. they said she was a monster, a relentless murderer trapped in a goddesses body. that she could hold the whole world on her shoulders but couldnât refrain from eating innocent girls who were cheating on their husbands.
abby and ellie were never really good friends, but they tried. abby preferred to keep to herself. usually either reading or climbing a mountain with her bare hands. and she refused to find a long-term lover. ellie was almost the opposite. she preferred more modern things, like making music and fast cars. and she loved to flirt with girls.
jesse came after ellie. he was born more recently, in 1878. he was dying of a disease nobody knew about. they didnât have the right knowledge or technology to save him, so they quarantined him in a hospital room until he died. he didnât, though. joel saved his life. the hospital staff were horrified after seeing the blood stained floor, the splatters over the walls, and more importantly, the fact that jesseâs body was nowhere to be found.
jesse had a wife now, named dina. she met him in 1983 at a prestigious fashion school. jesse had already been to tons of colleges. neither of them aged. they never changed. they were all trapped. after studying medicine, law, physics, engineering, and marketing, he wanted a change.
thatâs when he met dina. she was a beautiful woman, deep tan skin, dark eyes, long black hair and eyelashes. and she had such a knack for fashion. jesse was in love, it took him a long while before he came clean to dina about who he was. she was so in love with him too, she didnât mind it, and she certainly wasnât scared. dina was never scared of anything.
so they got married. and the night after their wedding, they flew to a private island joel owned for their âhoneymoonâ. aka, dinaâs transformation. they were gone for almost three years. jesse kept a journal of everything that happened to her.
july 12, 1989. i did it. i held her so gently in my arms and sank my teeth into her neck. she was screaming, i know she was in pain, but sheâll never admit it. before she fell asleep, i drank a few of her tears and then closed her eyes. sheâll be twenty six for the rest of her life, until the earth stops spinning. i hope she can forgive me.
december 31, 1989. joel, i got your letter. sheâs been doing okay. i canât stop looking at her, her perfect curves and her deep brown hair. i think it was for the better that i took her dress off before we started, she designed it, it was so beautiful. i know sheâd get upset about the red staining the expensive white satin. itâs still here, waiting for her. the year is about to end, we still have quite a few months until she awakes. iâm scared. not of her, of myself. am i a murderer? did i, a cold-blooded demon, destroy a perfect, innocent life? will she remember me?
august 27, 1990. itâs been over a year. nothing, but i know itâs coming. iâve been holding her head on my lap, stroking her hair. i havenât moved from this position in three months. she is so beautiful. i redressed her in the outfit she designed for this occasion, it suits her well. a part of me regrets this decision. i wish i could grow old with her, maybe have kids someday. sit on the porch while or grandchildren play in the yard. her eyes wrinkling with the smile she always flashes me. this will never happen. itâs just a dream.
november 16, 1990. she is awake. so much screaming. sheâs in pain. wonât even look at me. she is thirsty. will bring her some bird blood to quench her thirst.
november 21, 1990. she only sits and stares at a wall, rocking back and forth. her eyes are white now. donât know if she is okay. or if she will survive. her throat burns. if she goes, i go.
february, 1991. donât know what day it is, she has calmed down. she didnât remember anything at first. not me, not her name, nothing. she remembers now, though. hopefully we can come home this year. i still donât know if i trust her enough around people. if she is caught, sheâll be burned. if she goes, i go.
may 18, 1991. traveled to a near by island. i taught her how to swim, she loves it. sheâs so surprised that she can hold her breath infinitely. she is so beautiful, itâs like falling in love with her all over again. there were people at the island, it was a small village. they were kind, but we had to leave early. i donât want to push her limits, but she did exceptionally well.
october 4, 1991. on our way home. starting this life forever with her. i hope she can forgive me.
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Read part one here - Squirm...
screencaps and gifs : @din-jarring they are amazing, literally brainwashes me every single time she posts, love you pook đŤśđť
Pairing: dark!Raider!Joel Miller x dark!Raider!Tommy Miller x dark!Raider!Tess Servopoulos x fem!reader
Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, BLOOD, UNprotected sex wrap it before you tap it kids,food, hunger, kidnapping, degradation, praise, mean!Joel, toxic!Joel, mean people, toxic people, fear, waterboarding (with soup), choking, gagging, talks of sex, talks of anal sex, voyeurism, being held down, ripping off clothes, groping, kissing, spanking, crying, begging, masturbation M and F, Death threats, Guns, Gun insertion (mouth and vaginal), stripping, cum, cum description, hand jobs, blowjobs, orgasm,cum play kinda, THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME
Summary: Caught and brought to a new place you meet new faces and feelings.
WC: 4.2K
A/n : Sorry, I was a little late to post pt 2, but enjoy đŤśđť
He had brought you to a house that barely felt like a home, its cold and unwelcoming atmosphere, a stark contrast to any sense of familiarity. The faces inside offered no solace, just a chilling reminder of your isolation from the man who had violated you. You pushed away thoughts of the horrifying event, trying to focus instead on the bowl of soup before you. Hunger gnawed at your insides, but the thought of not nourishing yourself felt like a silent protest against your dire circumstances.
Seated beside you was the man who had taken you, his presence a constant source of discomfort and fear. It struck you suddenly that you didn't even know his name, adding to the weight of your unease. To your left sat a woman with long brown hair, older than you and marked by scars. You stole glances around the table, avoiding prolonged eye contact with anyone. In the midst of the bustling room, a man's striking resemblance to your captor left you feeling unnerved. You resisted the urge to dwell on the chilling familiarity, instead turning your attention elsewhere.
As you sat there, wrestling with your own inner turmoil, your captor's impatience grew palpable. "What's the matter with you? Why aren't you eating?" he demanded, his voice sharp with irritation.
You flinched at his tone, feeling his eyes bore into you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "I-I'm not hungry," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Not hungry?" he repeated, his voice rising with anger. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly.
Pain shot through you, and you couldn't suppress a gasp of pain as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. "Joel, calm down," the woman beside you interjected, her voice firm but gentle. "You don't want to scare the girl too badly."
Joel's grip on your hair loosened slightly, but his anger still simmered beneath the surface. "Fine," he growled, releasing you with a shove that sent you reeling. "But don't think you can defy me and get away with it."
You swallowed hard, trying to steady your trembling hands as you reached for the spoon, your appetite vanishing in the face of Joel's wrath. It was just another reminder of the power he held over you, a reminder that escape seemed increasingly impossible.
Joel's anger seemed to intensify with each passing moment, his frustration boiling over as he glared at you. "Eat!" he barked, his voice echoing through the room.
Trembling, you forced yourself to take a spoonful of the bitter soup, struggling to swallow it down past the lump in your throat. The taste was nauseating, but you dared not refuse, knowing the consequences would be dire.
As the man who resembled your captor, Joel, leaned in closer, a chill ran down your spine. His eyes bore into yours, filled with an intensity that made your blood run cold. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice sharp and demanding.
Panic surged within you as you struggled to find the right words. You glanced around the table, seeking a lifeline, but found only unfamiliar faces staring back at you. Joel's twin sat across from you, watching the tense exchange with keen interest.
He noticed your fear. "I'm Tommy. What's your name?"
Feeling the weight of Joel's wrath bearing down on you, you stammered out a response, your voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'm..." After Joel yelled at you, you gave him your name, hoping to appease him in some way.
Joel's eyes narrowed as he watched you, a dangerous glint in his gaze. "It's not hard to behave, is it?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Now eat your soup and stay quiet."
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you obediently brought the spoon to your lips, forcing yourself to swallow another mouthful of the bitter concoction. Each swallow felt like a battle against the rising tide of fear and revulsion.
As you struggled to maintain your composure under Tommy's scrutiny, a sudden text message from the woman beside you caught you off guard. "What's your plan for her?" it read, and before you could react, Joel shot you a smirk.
"Well, Tess..." he drawled, leaning back in his chair. "I fucked her in the van, and the damn thing bled so much she was probably a virgin. But you see, she's real tight in the pussy. I wonder how tight she is in the ass.â
The crude words sent a wave of horror coursing through you, and you felt your heart pound in your chest. The laughter that erupted from the rest of the table only added to your sense of dread.
"NO!" you cried out, unable to contain your fear and revulsion any longer.
Ignoring your protest, Joel turned to his men with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Leave. All of you, except Tommy and Tess," he commanded, his voice cold and commanding.
The men exchanged glances before filing out of the room, leaving you alone with Joel, Tommy, and Tess. The tension in the air was palpable, and you had a nagging feeling that something bad was about to happen.
With a cruel grin, Joel grabbed your arm roughly, his grip like a vise as he forced the bowl of soup to your lips. "Drink it," he growled, his breath hot against your face.
You recoiled, the bitter taste of the soup making you gag, but Joel's grip only tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh painfully. "I said drink!" he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.
Tears welled in your eyes as you choked down the revolting liquid, each swallow feeling like a betrayal of your own dignity. Joel's laughter echoed in your ears, mocking your suffering.
He didn't stop, continuously pouring the soup into your mouth, the liquid spilling down your chin and soaking your clothes. You coughed and sputtered, struggling to breathe as he relentlessly forced you to consume it.
When the bowl was finally empty, Joel shoved you roughly onto the table, your ass in the air, the dried remnants of his cum and your blood staining your dress and leg from the van. You struggled against him, but his strength was overpowering, pinning you down with ease.
"Look at her," he sneered, his hand gripping your hair as he forced your head up. "A pathetic little whore, just begging for it."
You whimpered, the humiliation and shame crushing down on you like a weight, suffocating you. You felt dirty, violated, and utterly helpless in the face of Joel's cruelty. All you could do was pray for it to be over soon, to escape this nightmare and find some semblance of peace.
"Tommy, Tess," Joel's voice sliced through the air, authoritative and unyielding. "Hold her down."
Tommy hesitated, his expression conflicted as he glanced between you and Joel. "Joel, come on, man. This ain't right," he protested, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Tess scoffed at his hesitation. "Oh, please, Tommy. It didn't work on the last girl Joel brought home. What makes you think it'll work on this one?" she interjected, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Tommy's jaw tensed at Tess's words, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. "Yeah, well, no shit it won't work now," he muttered under his breath, his bitterness palpable.
With a resigned sigh, he reluctantly reached out to hold your arms down, his touch firm and unyielding. Despite his initial resistance, there was a chilling resolve in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the brutality of their actions.
You instinctively tried to wriggle free from their tight grip, but their hold was unyielding, suffocating in its grasp. Joel's hand trailed between your thighs, his touch invasive and mocking. "Did I forget to rip these?" he jeered, his words dripping with contempt. "Or did you put them back on so you could save all my cum that was dripping out of your pretty pussy?" With a swift tug, he tore at your panties, the fabric ripping with a sound that echoed through the room.
Your breath caught in your throat as Joel's lips trailed from your calf to your lower back, his touch igniting a firestorm of revulsion and fear within you. His hand slid up your dress, each movement leaving a trail of dread in its wake.
Before you could protest, his palm connected with your exposed flesh, the sharp sting of his slap reverberating through your body. "You need to learn, sweetheart," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "What I say goes."
As the sting of his slap lingered on your skin, Joel's grip tightened, his dominance palpable in the air. "Count them," he commanded, his voice cold and commanding. "For every spank, I'll give you a rule to remember."
You swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in as fear coursed through your veins.
"One," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper, as the second spank landed with brutal force.
"Rule number one," Joel's voice cut through the air like a knife, his tone chillingly calm. "You belong to me now. Your body, your mind, everything. Remember, sweet pea, I control whether you live or die."
"Two," you whimpered, each strike sending waves of pain through your trembling body. Fear gripped you tightly, knowing that Joel held the power to end your life in an instant. But in that moment of terror, a glimmer of relief washed over you as you realized he spared your life.
"Rule number two," Joel's voice was a sinister whisper, his breath hot against your ear. "You speak when spoken to. Your voice is mine to command."
The relentless rhythm of his slaps echoed in the room, each strike sending shockwaves of agony through your body.
"Three," you gasped, tears stinging your eyes as the onslaught continued.
"Rule number three," Joel's words were a cruel taunt, his laughter mingling with your cries. "Your desires mean nothing. Your only purpose is to obey."
The sound of his hand meeting your skin became a symphony of pain, drowning out any semblance of resistance.
"Four," you choked out, your voice trembling with each syllable.
"Rule number four," Joel's voice dripped with malice, his grip tightening as he relished in your suffering. "You forget who you were. There is only me, and there is only now."
The world around you seemed to blur as his assault persisted, each strike eroding away at your sense of self.
"Five," you managed to gasp out, the agony threatening to consume you entirely.
"Rule number five," Joel's words were a final decree, his dominance unyielding. "You will learn to love the pain. It's the only thing you'll ever know."
The onslaught of blows came faster now, each strike landing with brutal precision, leaving your flesh ablaze with searing agony. You squirmed helplessly against the iron grip of Tommy and Tess, your cries stifled by the relentless assault.
Joel's laughter cut through the air like a knife, mocking your pain as tears streamed down your cheeks, mingling with the sweat and blood that trickled down your back.
"There's a good girl," he taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Let it out. Let me hear you scream."
With each strike, your resolve crumbled, your spirit shattered by the merciless brutality of his punishment. You cried out in anguish, the pain consuming you whole as Joel's cruel laughter echoed in your ears, a haunting reminder of your helplessness in the face of his relentless dominance.
As the onslaught of blows began to slow, Joel's strikes became more calculated, each one landing with precision on your already battered flesh. The pain was excruciating, every impact sending waves of agony coursing through your body.
"Enough," Joel commanded, his voice cold and commanding. "Let her go."
Tommy and Tess released their grip on you, allowing you to slump forward, your body trembling with pain and exhaustion. Joel pulled you into his lap, his jeans rubbing against your raw, beaten skin, sending fresh waves of discomfort radiating through you.
"Good girl," he murmured, his tone disturbingly gentle compared to moments before. "You're learning. Remember, what I say goes. Always."
Joel's gaze shifted to Tommy as you squirmed uncomfortably in his lap, desperately seeking a spot that wasn't ablaze with pain. "Tommy, fetch my pistol," he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.
Tess and Tommy exchanged shocked glances. "Joel? Before we've even gotten a turn?" Tess protested, her voice tinged with apprehension. Fear clenched at your heart at the mention of the pistol. You didn't want to die.
"I didn't say to shoot her, goddamn it, y'all are sensitive," Joel snapped, his frustration evident in his tone. He sighed heavily before continuing, "Just get comfortable, and you," he grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze, "it's not supposed to be comfortable. Now stay still."
Tommy hurried off to retrieve the pistol, while Tess positioned themselves in front of Joel's chair, obediently following his orders to watch. You sat still, trying to suppress the sobs threatening to escape as you braced yourself for whatever came next. As Tommy handed the pistol off to Joel and positioned himself next to Tess.
Joel's laughter filled the room as he accepted the pistol from Tommy, his eyes dancing with sadistic amusement. With a menacing smirk, he pressed the cold metal barrel against the neckline of your dress, causing your breath to hitch in terror. The fabric stretched under the pressure before snapping back into place, sending a shiver of fear coursing through you.
Glancing between Tommy and Tess, Joel's expression dared them to act. After a tense moment, Tess stepped forward, her hands confident as she reached for the hem of your dress. With a swift motion, she began to peel the fabric away, revealing the vulnerable skin beneath.
Meanwhile, Joel moved behind you, his fingers deftly unhooking your bra with practiced ease. As the garment fell away, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, Joel's gaze hardened. "No touching," he commanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "She hasn't had my dick in her ass yet, so there's no point in sharing yet. Just watch."
Turning his attention back to you, Joel's eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your blood run cold. "Give them a show," he ordered, his tone dripping with malice. With a cruel grin, he began to trace the path of the gun along your skin, sending shivers of fear down your spine.
With every inch of exposed skin, Joel's sadistic grin widened. He traced the contours of your body with the cold metal of the pistol, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "Such a pretty little thing," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "All naked and vulnerable."
As he continued to torment you with the gun, his words grew more depraved. "Bet you're wondering what I'm gonna do with this," he mused, his tone filled with sickening excitement. "Maybe I'll use it to fuck you in the ass."
Your heart hammered in your chest as you braced yourself for whatever twisted game Joel had in store. The weight of the pistol against your skin felt like a ticking time bomb, each moment dragging out the agony of anticipation.
"Maybe I'll use it here," Joel's voice dripped with malice as he suddenly pressed the cold, hard barrel of the gun into your mouth. The metallic taste was overwhelming as you complied with his command, the weight of the weapon heavy on your tongue. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and a rush of adrenaline flooded your veins.
Glancing over at Tess and Tommy, Joel's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure at their reactions. Tommy's hands were shamelessly buried in his pants, indulging in his own depravity, while Tess, stripped down to her bra, caressed her breasts with a sickeningly soft touch.
Returning his gaze to you, Joel's grip on your neck tightened, forcing you to look upwards. Your throat constricted around the gun barrel as he pushed it deeper, eliciting a gag reflex. His laughter echoed through the room, a chilling soundtrack to your degradation. "Come on, take it. Come on," he taunted, his voice laced with perverse excitement.
With a cruel twist, Joel abruptly removed the gun from your mouth, leaving you gasping and coughing for air. The taste of metal lingered on your tongue as you struggled to regain your composure, tears stinging your eyes from the violent intrusion.
Ignoring your distress, Joel's eyes glittered with amusement as he admired the effect of his torment. "Pathetic," he spat, his tone dripping with disdain. "You can't even handle a little gun in your mouth."
Joel roughly turned your head to face Tess and Tommy, positioning you back-to-back with him, creating an unsettling image of depravity. Tess had her hands buried in her pants, mirroring Tommy's lewd actions. Meanwhile, Joel's touch grew more invasive as he groped your body with the cold metal of the gun, each touch sending a shiver of revulsion down your spine.
"You like that, huh?" Joel taunted, his voice dripping with contempt as he pressed the gun teasingly close to your trembling body. "Bet you've never had anything like this before."
You squirmed uncomfortably under his touch, feeling exposed and vulnerable as he continued to taunt and degrade you in front of Tess and Tommy. The weight of their lecherous gazes only added to your sense of shame and helplessness.
Joel's grip tightened around the gun as he abruptly thrust the cold metal barrel into your pussy without warning, causing you to gasp in shock and pain. The sensation was overwhelmingâa mix of burning agony and icy coldness that made your entire body tense with discomfort.
Despite the searing pain that coursed through your body, there was a perverse and unsettling sensation that accompanied Joel's crude violation. It was as though amidst the agony, there lingered a twisted form of pleasureâa dark and forbidden allure that sent conflicting waves of desire and revulsion washing over you.
As the cold metal of the gun's barrel plunged into you with each merciless thrust, there was an undeniable arousal that stirred within you, mingling with the anguish and fear that consumed your senses. It was a sickening realization, one that filled you with shame and self-loathing even as your body betrayed you with its traitorous response.
Each jagged edge of the gun's barrel seemed to ignite a primal fire within you, awakening sensations that you had never dared to acknowledge before. Despite the brutality of Joel's actions, there was a part of you that craved the twisted pleasure that he elicitedâa part of you that hungered for the forbidden ecstasy that danced on the edge of pain.
Amidst the torment, your body pulsed with unfamiliar sensations, a tumultuous symphony of pleasure and agony that left you trembling on the edge of surrender. Every gasp and moan that escaped your lips was a testament to your body's betrayal, succumbing to Joel's relentless domination.
As the gun's barrel thrust into you, each movement ignited a storm of conflicting emotions within you. Pleasure and pain intertwined, blurring the lines between ecstasy and despair. It was a descent into madness, a journey into the depths of your darkest desires, where every sensation threatened to consume you whole.
As the pressure of Joel's grip on your face intensified, his fingers digging into your cheeks, you felt a surge of panic rising within you. You desperately tried to look away, to escape the lewd scene unfolding before your eyes, but Joel's iron grip held you in place.
Tommy and Tess, lost in their own world of ecstasy, moved with a frenzied urgency, their bodies writhing in pleasure. Their hands roamed feverishly over their skin, eliciting moans of delight that filled the room. The air crackled with anticipation, heavy with the heady scent of arousal.
Meanwhile, Joel's touch on your clit sent bolts of electricity coursing through your body, each stroke igniting a firestorm of sensation. You gasped for air, your body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"You enjoying this, huh?" Joel's voice dripped with sadistic amusement, his words laced with cruelty. "Such a filthy little slut, aren't you?"
Your heart raced as Joel's fingers continued their relentless assault, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he thrusts the cold metal barrel of the gun into you with a force that stole your breath away.
"Please...stop," you gasped, your voice strained with desperation. "I feel...I'm gonna pee."
The sensation was overpowering, a torrent of pleasure flooding your senses, leaving you gasping for air. You cried out, a primal sound of ecstasy mingling with the moans of Tommy and Tess, who watched on as if entranced.
Joel chuckled darkly, his eyes alight with sadistic glee. "You're not gonna pee, sweetheart," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "You're gonna cum."
Tommy leaned in closer, his eyes glazed with lust as he watched your writhing form. "Damn, she's really getting into it," he remarked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tess nodded in agreement, her fingers tracing lazy circles over her own body as she watched the spectacle unfold. "She's a natural," she murmured, her voice tinged with envy.
Meanwhile, Joel's grip tightened on your body, his touch both rough and possessive as he continued to manipulate your pleasure. "That's it," he coaxed, his tone sickeningly sweet. "Give in to it. Let it consume you."
As the waves of ecstasy crashed over you, you felt a sense of shame wash over you. But amidst the shame, there was also a strange sense of liberation, a feeling of being utterly and completely consumed by the moment.
The room fell silent, save for the soft, rhythmic grunts of pleasure emanating from Tommy's direction. In the shelter of Joel's arms, you watched as Tommy's release painted his shirt, his outstretched hand halted by Joel's stern intervention. With a deft motion, Joel retrieved the pistol from its slick haven within your body, aiming it unwaveringly at Tommy's head.
"I said no touching," Joel's voice was a low growl, his eyes flashing with dangerous intent. Tess's moans were abruptly cut short as she, too, succumbed to her climax. Joel rolled his eyes in exasperation, his patience wearing thin. "Both of you...leave. NOW!"
As Tommy and Tess hurriedly obeyed, Joel's demeanor shifted, his hand gentle as it patted your head. It was a startling contrast to the violence moments ago. "You see, if you follow my rules, I protect you," he explained, his tone almost soothing. But as he gestured with the gun beneath your chin, the underlying threat was impossible to ignore, casting a stark shadow over his words.
"Now, it's time for you to show your gratitude," Joel's voice was cold, his eyes boring into yours with a predatory gleam. "You owe me, and you're going to thank me properly."
His demand hung in the air, heavy with implication. You felt a chill run down your spine as you realized the extent of his control over you. With trembling hands, you struggled to find the words to comply with his twisted request, knowing that defiance would only invite further punishment.
He guided you to the table, settling you onto the worn wood surface. The ache from the red marks on your ass made you flinch, but Joel silenced you with a gesture. "Shh..." His finger pressed gently against your lips. "I'm going to show you how to please me. Watch closely and learn.â
Joel unfastened his belt and let his pants drop to the floor, revealing his nakedness. He then took your hand and spat into it. "Make sure there's some wetness. If it's dry, it won't feel good," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. Guiding your hand with his, he began to stroke up and down his impressive length. His cock was large, the weight of it filling your hand as you struggled to wrap your fingers around it. "See, it's so simple," he grunted softly as he moved your hand along his shaft.
As you followed Joel's lead, your hand moved rhythmically along his length, slick with saliva and your own nervous sweat. His breath hitched with each stroke, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched your tentative movements. You focused intently on his reactions, trying to gauge what pleased him, all the while feeling a mix of revulsion and fear churn in the pit of your stomach.
Despite the discomfort and fear that pulsed through you, there was a strange sense of power in the act, a twisted form of control that you wielded over him. You couldn't deny the rush of adrenaline that surged through you as you brought him closer and closer to the edge, each stroke of your hand pushing him towards release.
And then, with a guttural groan, Joel's body tensed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he reached the peak of his pleasure. Hot streams of cum erupted from him, coating your hand and spilling onto the floor below. As he finally released, you felt a sickening mixture of relief and disgust wash over you, knowing that you had played a part in satisfying his twisted desires once again.
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I SEE YOU ⢠T.S.
tess servopoulos x reader (wc: 1.5k)
MASTERLIST DO NOT BUY TLOU
you and tess plan on making a vase together, turns out she has other plans for you.
Warnings: older!tess??, a few pet names, 18+, edging, cum eating, aftercare, pure smut no plot..mdni!!!
A/N: i literally suck at writing warnings idk, have fun reading tho teehee luv uuu
living in Jackson with Tess and the rest of your chosen family sounded like a dream that might never happen. for you didnât even know that youâll live through the apocalypse and meet maria on a random day after years of wandering around with your family and losing them one after the other.
Tess took a liking to you after she saw you teaching the kids the numbers on a random day, from then on there, there wasnât a place youâve been to where you didnât see her. It was very obvious with how she gazed at you with longing while handing you pieces of pottery sheâs made despite not knowing each other, you had to give it to her she was very stubborn lowkey.
The light rain thudded against the big windows of the dimly lit house you were in with sandalwood candles here and there. It was such a cozy day but now youâre shivering from the cold. You don't necessarily feel bad for your choice of clothing since you looked nice.
âCome here babyâ tapping her thigh is tess, sitting in front of the pottery wheel with everything set up on the small wheeled table for you and her to start working. You see, Tess was given a pretty spacious house of which later on she turned one of the rooms into a pottery studio for whoever wanted to learn, she loved doing it. Claimed it gave her some peace of mind when she wasnât fighting for her life out there when she goes on patrol, and you wholeheartedly supported that because youâll never miss out on seeing her sitting right there immersed into the act itself with knitted brows, the rolled up cuffs of her plaid button up and a wife beater underneath you could see her veins, and her long clay stained fingers.
sheâs looking so good you wanted to jump her bones so badly it hurt. You and her made it a ritual to make pottery, the quiet serenity was everything to the both of you after not seeing each other for days on end. She does see you before heading out but it's another thing to have her scent sticking to you, and her hands all over you whenever she can.
Walking up to her u stand in front of her manspreading to accommodate where youâll sit in her lap. You catch her checking you out so casually making your face heat up âwhat?â
âOh nothing i'm just admiring my favorite piece of art, now sit downâ
âYes maâamâ turning around and taking a seat in her lap you feel her arms come around your shoulders
âso what are we thinkinâ of making today?â
âhmm whatever you want to makeâ her voice muffled into your neck while she sniffs all over you like a hungry dog. itâs no surprise cause thatâs how tess was behind closed doors, she nearly drools over you, but in front of other people, sheâd become a tad bit stoic and will keep a hand on your lower back nothing more nothing less.
âooh maybe we could make a vase for the blue hydrangeas you broughtâ glancing at her behind your back just to find her looking at your lips and licking hers instantly making heat rise up your cheeks.
âOr we could go to bed early?â you knew that look she was giving you so well but you also got a way with making her reach that losing point where sheâll pick you up and have her way with you.
You look at her pouting âBut you promised me last time weâll make one togetherâ
fair to say yâall were in bed before even getting started with the vase you eagerly wanted, Tessa's room was very spacious and filled with a good ambience and of course her in the middle of the bed, naked as a sight for sore eyes.
âyouâre wearing too much right nowâ
âmhm youâre hot tooâ smirking at her from in between her legs you start to striptease her by unclasping your overalls and letting them drop to the floor, taking off your shirt slowly ending up in your underwear only, she sits up and wraps her arms around your waist.
âI'd like to try something new with you, if youâd like?âshe looks at you from under her lashes awaiting your consent.
âanything you wantâ you whisper back.
getting up from the bed she walks to her backpack searching for something and comes back with something tiny in her hand making your eyes widen âo-oh my god tess when did u find this?â
she shrugs âlast week when i was on patrol i found a tiny shop yâ knowâ thereâs a tiny vibrator shaped like a bullet and a proud smirk blasted all over her lips âand it only needs batteries which luckily we have acquired a good amount ofâ
Itâs the fact that you haven't used a vibrator on yourself or had anyone use anything on you like ever, your knowledge about vibrators and other âpleasuring objectsâ came from this one friend you made after reaching jackson telling you about how she found a booklet filled with each one and itâs uses.
âlay down f' meâ she gives you a knowing look
âyes maâamâ doing exactly as she said you lay down on the bed, she comes towards you and gives you a hasty kiss before going on all fours on top of your body kissing down your neck, chest and taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking on it with vigor while she whines against you making the feeling instantly reach your core.
âooh tess pleaseâ
letting go with a pop she continues kissing down your stomach.
âtell meâ
âI need you to take 'em off pleaseâ pouting canât get you much but it definitely made Tess yank down your panties as fast as she could, kissing all over your mound but not really giving you what you need. getting fed up you, close your thighs around her head prompting her to give you a harsh slap on your outer thigh making you yelp âstay still or youâll get noneâ.
âitâs not my fault youâre literally edging meâ
âYou shouldnât complain while I'm between your legsâ she wraps both of her arms around your midsection not waiting for your response before sucking your clit into her mouth, whining against you sending jolts through your whole body that leaves you trying to breathe deeply and fail. Grasping the sheets at the good burn shes inflicting with how she flicks her tongue at your clit âungh-oh my god pleaseeeâ
Tess brings the vibrator against your clit after turning it on, the faint whirring sound filling the room sending jolts through your entire body. She rests her cheek on your inner thigh with her fingers still holding the vibrator, rubbing it in slow strokes on the lowest setting while looking longingly at your pussy âlook at how beautiful it is, this is your lucky dayâ she whispers.
âHm?â craning your neck to look at her just to see that sheâs not even speaking to you, you whine at the feeling of her upping the speed and rubbing it harder making your stomach convulse, you feel her gather your wetness before inserting her long middle finger in deep thrusts âoh- tess this is too muchâ
âI know babe and youâll take it fâ meâ she thrusts another finger whilst her other hand is still busy with holding the vibrator.
your thighs start shaking violently and against your thrusts for tess to ease up on you she takes the vibrator off of your clit making you whine at the burn subsiding just for her to suck your clit into her mouth as hard as possible.
everything starts blurring and your brain turns into mush while you cum against her tongue, wrapping her arms around your midsection sheâs lapping it all up, cleaning you up while at it.
âyou did so good fâ me hunâ lips wet with your arousal she comes up to kiss your lips, wrapping your arms around her shoulders you deepened the kiss opening your mouth for her, tasting yourself against her tongue, she holds the back of your neck almost suffocating you by her kiss.
letting go. the both of you gasping for air âstay here I'll bring you some waterâ she pecks your lips one more time before walking out of the room naked, coming back in with a glass full of water she hands it to you silently nods once at you to drink up and you do just that.
âCan we cuddle? i canât get up right nowâ
âyeah of course but youâll still need to get up so i can get you washed upâ she scoots beside you on the bed wrapping her arms around you while you nuzzle your head against her neck.
and there's no better place you'd rather exist in other then between her arms.
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PAIRING: Jackson! Joel Miller x f! reader || WC: 1.0k CW: NSFW/18+ content below. Oral sex (f! receiving). Premature ejaculation. Kinda touch deprived & sub! Joel Miller.
I havenât been able to work on my WIPs because Iâve been stressed about life and stuff. So take this little drabble of some thoughts about that old man Joel Miller adjusting to living in Jackson that I wanted to share earlier. This can also be interpreted as a little character analysis but yeah. [Note: not proofread, I wrote this off the top of my dome.]
So I know a lot of people like making Joel Miller as this #realfucker and #realeater that knows how to fuck and I love that shit! LUV IT! CAUSE PEEPAW LIKES TO FUCK! But I also like to imagine the alternative: Joel Miller in Jackson not knowing what to do when it comes to doing the nasty, so he has to re-learn everything.
Now, do not get me wrong, I donât not think Joel Miller is a smart and cunning man, and usually I characterize him as such cause I just think thatâs part of his natural personality. But when you think about it, a man as closed off as him whoâs been through so much and lost so much after the apocalypse probably doesnât know what to do with himself when he reaches a point in his extended life where he can actually take a breath.
I like to think that while he was in the Boston QZ!, there is no doubt that he didnât do much outside of smuggling and kill people. He didnât have the time to mess around, didnât know how to appreciate fucking or even miss it, and I also imagine that while he did have Sarah pre-outbreak, he was too busy working to date anyway so having sex was out of the question.
But when he meets Tess and builds that partnership, they probably got frisky a couple of times, because what else are you going to do when the world has gone to shit? However, when they both did this, itâs a mutual agreement that itâs more of a physical release than anything else. That was his only partner for so long that the moment he reaches Jackson with Ellie and actually tries to live again, he doesnât know how to.
Heâs relatively closed off, sticks to his own for the most part and relearns how to be a functioning member of society. He does his part during the patrols, hunts with Tommy when needed, does his little carpentry projects, plays his guitar, takes in the simple pleasures of what he thinks can be a good life if he sticks to it.
But relationships and sex? Thatâs so far gone from his mind that he doesnât think much about people approaching him, trying to pursue him even for companionship. Here is this old man with hands capable of killing anyone who comes within a foot distance of him, not knowing what to do or how to respond when someone flirts with him.
Joel Miller isnât an idiot, far from it, but heâs sort of aloof and hardheaded. He can read people and situations proficiently, and yet when he manages to allow someone to get close enough to touch him, he doesnât know what to fucking do with himself.
Doesnât remember how to kiss, where to put his hands, what to even do with his dick. Heâs touch deprived and a mess, though he knows what he can do because it comes back like itâs muscle memory, he doesnât comprehend that now he doesnât have to rush through it. He can enjoy the experience, he can want and need things freely without having to constantly look over his shoulder every couple of seconds.
Youâd have to gently coax him into things to stop him from overthinking and just let him act based off of what he feels. Hold his cheek and jaw as you kiss him slowly, telling him itâs okay to touch you, to let his hands roam and grip wherever he wants. Holding his head against your neck as he kisses and nips at your skin, grinding his hips into you and feeling the burning arousal settling in his lower belly.
When Joel finally manages to strip you of your clothes and get in between your legs, he canât help himself and silently admires your pussy, not even daring to touch you yet until his mind has taken a perfect screenshot of your body, head resting against your thigh.
Gently, you wrap your fingers around his thick wrist, guiding his digits to your wet heat and letting him probe and touch you just the way you like. He gets more bold, more curious, absentmindedly kisses your sensitive clit and begins to learn what makes you tick.
Moderate rocks of your hips against the crooked bridge of his nose, encouraging tugs on his graying curls, and your nails digging into the nape of his neck are all the signs he's looking for to know that heâs doing something right, that heâs still got it in him to bring somebody pleasure. But what sends Joel into overdrive is what you say as you praise him.
âRight there baby, doing so good for me.â
âAdd another finger in, I can take it.â
âYeah, just curl your fingers, just like that.â
âFuckâŚyou feel so damn good Joel.â
Joel. Joel. Joel.
Hearing his name on your lips when you hit your climax is what propels him into his own, body shaking as he groans loudly against your cunt. The material of his denim jeans are stained with an obvious wet spot now, hazel eyes glancing at you in a slight daze as you bring his head up away from your body. Heâs a little embarrassed when he looks at you, blushed cheeks and plump lips glistening with your slick as he offers you a bashful smile.
You drag him back down to kiss him passionately, chasing the taste of your release on his tongue and caressing it with your own. He pants against you, rough hands gripping on to your bare hips for grounding. When you pull away from him, youâre damn near sure that you heard Joel whimper from the sudden distance.
âDonât worry, Iâll give you whatever you want. Whatever you need.â
Life in Jackson isn't so bad after all.
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I recently found your writing and I canât believe no one had requested tribbing with Tess. Iâd love if you could write something just a drabble even? IT WOULD BE SO. SEXY. MESSR.
Tess Servopoulos x Reader
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You didnât know what had come over the both of you today. Youâd been at it like rabbits, youâd actually lost count of how many times youâd actually had sex since that morning⌠or did it all just count as one really really long act? You didnât care either way. You just couldnât seem to get enough. And neither could she. Maybe it was because she had been gone for 3 days, stuck on work duty on the other side of the zone and not allowed to return home.
But she was home now. And you had both jumped each other the second sheâd walked through that front door. And even now, god knows how many orgasms in, you were still grinding against her desperate for another.
And to your mild surprise she seemed to love it just as much.
Her breaths were escaping her in short quick puffs, fingers kneading at your flesh as your sweat slick bodies slid against each other.
Your oversensitive clit rubbing against hers in a way that made you see stars. You looked at her with lust filled eyes, as you hesitantly began to grind against her in a way that was a little more purposeful. Her mouth fell open slightly as your clit bumped hers, hands moving to grip your hips harshly. You knew itâd bruise. You hoped itâd bruise.
âFuck, baby just like that â She said encouragingly, her voice in that husky gravelly tone that wouldâve soaked your underwear in a second. If you were wearing any that was. She used her hold on you to move you more into a rhythm she seemed to like, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. A high pitched moan escaped your throat, overwhelmed by how good it felt.
You begin to match her pace, moving your hips faster with the help of her hands. There was something about the way she was using you, guiding your hips to grind against her, using you to get herself over the edge. Which was something you didnât get to see all that often. And youâd been granted the honour more than once today. And now you wanted to see her come. Wanted to see that face because of you, because you were pressed against her. Your wetness was mixing with hers in a way that caused an unbearable sense of possessiveness to flare up in your chest.
â I wanna see you come â you whimpered, breath quickening as you watched her â please Tess. Pleaseâ a small smirk found its way onto her face and she was gripping at you tighter, increasing the pressure of your clits pressing together. The sounds alone were so lewd you could feel your cheeks burning, which was silly, but it was so⌠hot. You couldnât tell where her wetness ended and yours began, could think of nothing other than the way her clit was grazing against yours. Your sensitive folds sliding against the other.
â you look so good like this â she said, voice breathless â such a good girl for me huh? â her praise made you tremble, even more so than you already were. Everything was sticky and hot, utter desperation filling the air.
She moved slightly, moving her hips a little differently in a way that made your vision blur.
â oh fuck â you gasped, white hot burning pleasure flashing through your veins as she pressed against your over sensitive clit in a new way.
You were throbbing against her, rutting against her like an animal in heat. She was gripping at you like her life depended on it, looking at you like she needed you to breathe. You could feel the pressure building, so unbelievably close.
â close baby?â She asked, always able to read you like a book. She knew what every sound meant. Every look on your face â gonna come for me yeah? â
âyes, yes â You whimpered, eyes falling closed. You grabbed at her, nails digging into her sweaty skin in a way that mustâve heart. But she said nothing. Unintelligible nonsense was falling past your lips, your legs and hips were aching but you couldnât stop â Tess- Tess â
You forced your eyes open, needing to see her face, needing to look at her. Nothing in the world could compare, nothing would ever be able to beat the sight. Her eyes half lidded and filled with lust and desire for you. Her tits moving in a way that was almost hypnotic as she kept grinding against you. Her skin flushed, shiny. She was like a goddess before your eyes.
â such a good girl for me â she almost whispered, voice strained and breathy. She was close too. You pressed against her harder, moving faster, so unbelievably desperate.
Your movements grow more sloppy and she kept you at pace, practically moving your hips for you and you couldnât hold it in any longer.
â Tess. Gonna. Tess â you whine as an orgasm crashes into you for the.. you didnât even know what time it was now. Tess continued to work your hips against her, the lewd wet sounds increasing. You could feel it gushing out of you, mixing with Tess in a way no one else would ever get.
â thatâs my girl. So fuckin sexy like this â Your clit throbbed against her, her hands still moving you until it was almost unbearable. But she was chasing her own orgasm now â almost there- almost baby â you whined and whimpered as your oversensitive clit brushed against hers, pushing her towards the same fate as yourself.
Suddenly her grip on you grew painful, a short moan escaping her lips and eyes screwing shut ��� donât stop baby- donât â Her body trembled as she came and you pushed through the overstimulation to grind yourself against her yourself, hips stuttering as you tried to prolong her orgasm as long as possible.
When her grip on you changed you knew she was done and you let yourself collapse against her, breathing heavily against her own quickly rising and falling chest.
â holy shit â you whispered, body going heavy with post orgasm bliss and exhaustion as she wrapped her arms around you.
â yeah, holy shit â
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AN EXCLUSIVE REMI PREVIEW!
testing...one...two...three...incoming one shot!
â TASTE ME WHEN SHE'S KISSING YOU â
pairing. abby anderson x fem!reader x owen!pissoff
TASTE ME WHEN SHE'S KISSING YOU, being friends with benefits with abby is no easy feat, continuously finding yourself at odds with what you know is logic and a heavy heart but at tess and joelâs wedding, push comes to shove. putting you and abby between a rock and a hard place.
âItâs never fucking easy with youâ You scowled, eyes fluttering and watching her abruptly turning away from you. Even if youâve known her for years, she was cautious of who sees her like this. Or whenever it came to her emotions. She didnât want to be seen as weak. Tonight though, tonight you didnât care what you said or did, you just wanted her to listen. Which is why you struggled to keep your mouth shut as she walked away. âDo you really think Owen gives a single fuck about you when heâs too busy shoving his tongue down Mel's throat like sheâs some kind of hydration?â
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warnings y disclaimers. eighteen+, wedding!au, cheating, friends to lovers (kinda?), abby in a fucking suit, angst + fluff + smut ps the whole trifecta, light bondage (r!tied up), fingering, 69ing, pussy munching, anal teasing, mean!abby, sub!reader, reader desc. feminine, anti-owen energy, lowkey mel slander.
wc. 16k+
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The Outlaws (outlaw!Joel Miller x f!reader) - Chapter 4
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pairing: Outlaw!Joel Miller x f!reader
rating: E (18+ MDNI)
wc: 3.2k
summary: Wanted for murder with a bounty on your head, your only hope of escaping the Pinkerton detectives is an outlaw named Joel Miller and his sidekick Ellie. But Joel has other plans for you.
tags: old west au, enemies to lovers, grumpy Joel, handcuffed together, only one bed, Tommy and Maria, morally grey characters, reader has backstory, masturbation, hand job, spitting, the Confederacy?, moth never uses y/n
authors note: I'm very happy to be coming back to these two after a long break. I have the rest of this fic outlined so maybe there will be more soon? Big big thanks for @moonlitbirdie and @schnarfer for betaing and letting me yap about this way more than is necessary. And thank you to YOU for reading. If you're enjoying it, I'd love to hear from you because I know this isn't super popular but it's my favorite.
Joel barely sleeps that night.Â
The two of you manage not to cuddle up in the small bed but the chain between you means you move in tandem. Every so often, you pull Joelâs wrist towards you, inviting his fingers to brush your plush thighs. When he pulls back and your arm is yanked in his direction, you roll over with a sleepy moan and his mind is sent reeling.Â
Youâre doing it purposely, heâs sure of it, trying to get a rise out of him even as you sleep. Well, youâve succeeded, he supposes. The sun begins to illuminate the room in the early hours of the morning and heâs painfully hard.Â
He hasnât been with a woman since Tess. With Ellie in tow, thereâs no opportunity to visit the brothels in Jackson. He knows he wouldnât even if he were on his own. A man like him doesnât deserve such luxuries as pleasure.Â
He punches his pillow for the hundredth time then tugs on his hair until the roots sting. Sleep eludes him as he spends half the night with one eye open, the other half badgered by dreamsâ your eyes, the weight of you against him, that little strip tease you gave him. Joel palms at the stiff bulge over the wooly fabric of his union suit. He resents you for driving him to it. The combination of the insistent need and his frustration has his mind racing with lewd fantasies, all the ways heâd ruin you. On your knees putting that mouth to good use. He wants you to fight, to claw at him and pound your fists against his chest. Wants you to call him a rotten bastard as he spears into you with his cock.
Youâre still snoring beside him but he glances in your direction to make sure youâre still deep asleep. The sight that greets him has him throbbing. The thin light of dawn touches your skin, highlighting the crests of your curves. Arranged as you are, the neckline of your chemise gapes away from your chest revealing your breast and pebbled nipple. His breath catches, hand reflexively squeezing at his length.Â
He doesnât dare to breathe again until heâs freed himself from his underclothes and spit into his fist. His lower belly tightens as he works at his cock with careful strokes. It's torturously slow but if he moves faster, he might rattle the chain and wake you. The teasing pulls are enough, though. He doesnât need much more than that with the desperation heâs endured all night.Â
He fists his other hand in the sheets, willing it not to cup your breast. Itâs so tantalizingly close he can practically feel the warmth coming off of your skin. Instead, he closes his eyes and imagines the feel of itâ the supple give of your flesh, the bud of your nipple.Â
The pace of his strokes increases as he sinks deeper into the fantasy. Raking your delicate skin with his teeth, sucking on your neck. Leaving marks. Giving you no mercy like the brute he is. Â
Just as heâs beginning to twitch, thighs trembling, his wrist is snapped away. He snarls at the loss of pressure, the slap of his leaking cock against his belly as it springs from his grasp. His eyes snap open and youâre there, the chain in your grip, holding him at bay.
He stares at you in shock, his face flushing with shame and fear. Itâs bad enough to be caught, quite literally, with his dick in his hand, but this is a decidedly vulnerable position. Thereâs no telling what youâll do to get your freedom. Frozen, Joel waits for you to make a move, cursing himself for letting his desire get the best of him.
You study him with an inscrutable expression. Amusement ticks at the corner of your lips but your pupils are blown wide and your chest moves with shallow breaths. You keep the chain pulled tight but the fingers of your other hand close around his cock. It jumps as he hisses at your touch. You squeeze and give a stroke so long and slow, it forces all the air from Joelâs lungs.The sight of the tip of your tongue darting over your bottom lip nearly breaks him and then you release a thick froth of spit. It rolls down his length, warm and slick, pooling at your fist, an obscene vision.
He tells himself heâs powerless, trapped by the chain and pinned down by your stare, but he doesnât want you to stop. Itâs too good to fight. He melts under your touch, his eyes falling shut as you work at him.Â
Youâre silent the entire time, the room quiet save for his sharp breaths and the sound of flesh against slick flesh. His helpless hand clenches into a fist as you coil him into madness, the bite of the cuff around his wrist an exquisite pain.Â
It builds quickly to an explosion of need and bliss as violent as a gunshot. His hips jump and toes curl and you keep milking him until heâs completely spent.Â
Regaining his breath, Joel opens his eyes to find heâs coated your hand with his spend. The sight, a salacious mark on you, makes his softening length twinge. You lean forward, a smug smile on your lips.Â
âYou still gonna turn me over to the sheriff?â you taunt.
Your tongue runs over the length of your index finger, swiping up the pearlescent release. Joel fights to keep a groan contained.
âYou gonna let me hang?â
You put your middle finger between your lips and hollow your cheeks as you suck. The wet squelch of your swallow makes him dizzy. Intrigued by your unabashed filth, he fights an urge to kiss you, to taste himself in your mouth and claim even more of you but the haze begins to lift.Â
He remembers himself, realizes where he is and why heâs here in bed with you, that heâs let you get the upper hand. Suddenly, you feel too close. The room is too small, the smell of lavender choking him. He pulls his wrist back into his chest and sits up, turning away. You scoff quietly as he fixes the buttons on his underclothes.
Youâre all contradictions. Sharp tongue, soft curves. Quick witted, patiently waiting for your chance to bolt. Infuriating, intoxicating. Youâre not afraid of him, either. Most people are. Even grown men shake in their boots around him. It throws Joel kilter.Â
He glances back in your direction, to see you wiping the remnants of him onto the bed sheet. Guilt and disgust tangle in his chest. Heâs denied himself for so long, only to lose his senses over a pretty girl. One thatâs all too happy to make him squirm, to use his desire against him.Â
He has to get out of this room before the walls close in on him.
The first floor of The Boot smells like bacon and coffee. In the parlor, the passengers of the stage coach finish their meal, nothing but biscuit crumbs left on their plates. Tommy carries a copper kettle to the table Ellieâs claimed as she wipes sleep from her eyes.
âIâm so hungry I could eat a whole stack of flapjacks,â you say, seating yourself beside her on the bench. âHow âbout you?âÂ
Joel ignores you, looking everywhere but your direction.
âIâm always hungry,â Ellie tells you, already clutching her knife and fork in her fists.
âNo flapjacks but we got eggs,â Tommy says.Â
âHow about that,â you say. âI got woken up by an old rooster.â
Joel grinds his molars. He can feel you radiating with glee across the table.Â
âThat right?â Tommy asks. Heâs got a confused half-smile on his face. âI didnât hear him.â
When the food is served, you take each bite of food into your mouth slowly, wrapping your lips around your fork suggestively and moaning at the taste. All the while, you keep your eyes on Joel. Itâs an absolutely silly little performance and yet it makes the back of his neck hot. His mind conjures up the way you licked your fingers clean of him and heâs practically throbbing again.Â
He stands up while he still can. Â
âKeep your eye on her,â he instructs Ellie and shuffles off across the room to where Tommy wipes down the stage partyâs abandoned table.Â
âSo, what? Youâre a bounty hunter now?â Tommy asks. He puts an enamel mug in front of his brother and pours him a fresh cup of coffee.
âCourse not,â Joel says, watching the dark liquid. Coffee always gets him back to rights.
âThen whatâre you doing with her?â Tommy nods towards you.Â
Joel canât help but follow his gaze and finds that youâre looking right at him. Your eyes strike him, one brow arched, and it feels like youâve caught him all over again. He pulls his eyes away as quickly as he can.Â
âMaking ten thousand dollars,â Joel says. Heâs not sure why it sounds like heâs lying but it does.âPlace is shaping up nice,â he changes the subject. He looks around the room, trying to make the ratty armchair and rusty spittoon feel as captivating as your face.
âYeah. Think it is. The stairs could use a little work and the roof was leaking something awful when the rain came through. But weâre getting on,â Tommy explains. Pride beams from his face.Â
Joel never blamed his brother for leaving the life but that didnât mean he thought it would end well. He looked after Tommy most of his life in one way or anotherâ after their father died, giving him a job on the ranch. Heâd even tried to talk him out of joining up and going off to war. Tommy was hardworking and strong and genuine. One thing he wasnâtâ independent.Â
Thatâs why heâd gone along with Joel when he turned to crime. It had started out of desperation. Joel needed money and he needed it fast. But then heâd lost everythingâ his home, his livelihood, Sarah. It didnât feel like there was much point in doing anything other than stealing. He didnât give a damn about the money, would rather set a match to it before he let those train men have a cent.
Theyâd been good at robbing trains and stagecoaches. The two of them had stashed away enough that Joel couldâve bought two ranches by now but he didnât see the point in settling down now that he was alone.
Joel figured it was just a matter of time before Tommy came back to him but heâd made a nice little life for himself. Heâd never say that out loud, give Tommy a big head, but, begrudgingly heâs happy for him.
âListen, I ainât just here for your hospitality. Iâve got something Iâm working on,â Joel says, shifting his weight awkwardly.Â
Tommyâs smile fades.Â
âCâmon. Donât ask me to do that,â he says.Â
Joel sighs.Â
âIâve told you. I donât want to do anymore robbing and stealing.â
âLook I ainât asking you to do anything but listen,â he says.Â
Tommy shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
âItâs Cartwright,â Joel tells him. The name makes his chest ache, his mouth coated with bitterness at the words. Heâs forced to envision the face the man that he hates. The only other time he feels as much disgust is when heâs looking in a mirror.Â
His brotherâs lips part and he exhales slowly, the meaning of Joelâs words hitting him heavily. Joelâs wasnât the only life rocked by David Cartwright. âYou sure?â
Joel nods. Tommy drags a hand over his mouth and Joel can see that his mind is racing.
âAlright,â he finally says in a hushed tone. âNot now. Mariaâll be doing laundry tomorrow. Sheâll be out back all day. Weâll talk then.â
Itâs too difficult to thank Tommy with the lump thatâs formed in his throat so he gives a curt nod. He tries to erase Cartwrightâs image from his mind but all he sees is Sarah and it cut even deeper.
Ellie scrapes the remnants of Joelâs breakfast onto her own plate.
She and Joel make an odd pair. For all of Joelâs stoicism, Ellieâs a firebrand, full of energy and enthusiasm. Considering the way he grumbles at just about every word that comes out of your mouth, why he chooses to keep this kid around is a mystery.
Heâs not entirely obscure, though. Heâs just a man when it comes down to it. You crack a smile at the memory of him crumbling beneath your touch.
Youâve done worse for lesser rewards. Lifeâs been about survival for you, doing what you needed to to get by. Men, oftentimes, were the easiest way to get those things.
Youâd awoken to the sound of Joelâs jagged breaths, the soft clinking of the iron chain. You knew he was thinking about you as he fisted his cock. Youâd seen that hungry look in his eye as you undressed for him.Â
This was your chance to grab him by the balls and demand your freedom but waking up after being surrounded by him, the musky scent and his big arms cradling you all night, your curiosity got the best of you. Heâd become a man rendered wild. Neck taught, teeth bared, nostrils flaring. Completely unaware of anything but his own pleasure. You needed to know what it would look like when he fell apart.Â
What you hadnât expected was how it would change him. How it smoothed the lines in his forehead when he finished. And you had no idea that the choked sound he made would wash you with heat. You didnât think youâd be pressing your thighs together. That hadnât happened before.Â
âSo what did you do to get that bounty? I wonât tell him,â Ellie says.Â
You tear your thoughts away from that morning. Itâs not helping your cause getting all hot and bothered for your captor.Â
âWelp, my brother stole a hundred dollars from me. So I killed him,â you tell her.Â
âThatâs bullshit,â she says.Â
You smile. Sheâs a smart kid and sheâs got a mouth on her. Reminds you a bit of yourself back in the day. Except, of course, you were busy batting your eyes at boys. You got into your fair share of trouble but that was amateur compared to what Ellieâs accomplished.Â
Sheâs a kindred spirit so youâd like to tell her. Problem is, it hurts too much. And you don't think you can adequately describe just how green Nellâs eyes were. And if she doesnât know that, then how could the rest of it make any sense?Â
âListen,â you offer, âhowâs about I tell you if youâll tell me something?â
She nods eagerly.Â
You look at Joel, deep in conversation with his brother. Heâs well out of earshot and preoccupied. You lean forward on the table, eyes sliding to Ellie.Â
âWhoâs Sarah?â you ask.Â
Youâve been wondering about her. She must be something special if she haunts Joelâs dreams and that might give you some clue to what makes him tick.Â
Ellieâs face changes. Her eyes dart over to him and then away. The past three days sheâs filled every moment with chatter and suddenly sheâs tongue tied.Â
âJoel doesnât like to talk about her,â she says. Â
You donât say anything, just give her silence to fill with an answer. Her lips twist, brow knit in thought. Youâve got ideas about who this Sarah might be. A lover, a wife. Youâre dying to know if youâre on the mark. Ellie swallows and you think sheâs just about ready to tell you.
âI could use your help in the kitchen,â you hear Maria say. Youâre in such focused suspense itâs as if sheâs appeared as if out of thin air.Â
You almost swear aloud but you plaster a big smile on your face while you think about throttling Maria for snatching this delicate moment away.
âWhy certainly,â you say. You stand from your seat. As much as you want to unlock the mysteries of Joel Miller, getting out of this parlor and into Mariaâs good graces is probably an easier route to escape.Â
âIâm watching her,â Ellie announces.Â
Maria sighs at Ellie. âThen you can come too. âBout time you lend a hand here.â
The only kitchen work Maria entrusts to you is doing the washing up. When you said you knew how to cook, that wasnât entirely true. Nell taught you how to cook one or two dishes but youâd never been practiced in the kitchen. Dishes, though, youâve had plenty of experience with.
Ellie sits on a table, legs wide as she peels potatoes with her knife, sighing periodically so that everyone knows sheâs bored. Maria ignores this and hums to herself as she chops carrots.
Sheâs wearing a simple brooch at her collar, a golden hoop embossed with flowers. It reminds you of another brooch, the emerald one you stole out of Mrs. Coxcombeâs jewelry box. You try to recall Nellâs face when you presented it to her. Sheâd laughed and said âYouâre bold as brass,â and the words danced in her pretty accent. Thatâs when you realized the stone really didnât shimmer the same as her eyes.Â
Itâs hard to remember her the way she was before that last time, when she looked at you with horror and disgust. Thatâs all you see anymore. You pull yourself from the thought before it stings.Â
âNow, Miss Maria, Iâm mighty curious how a genteel lady such as yourself ended up married to a member of an outlaw gang,â you say, dunking one of the breakfast plates into the hot water.Â
Ellie guffaws when you refer to Maria as âgenteel.â Maybe youâre laying it on a little thick.Â
âNow I can understand,â you continue. âHeâs a good looker. But you strike me as sensible enough not to get swept off your feet by a pretty face.âÂ
Maria smiles softly.
âHeâs a good man,â she says, pushing the onions aside and starting on a big, orange yam. âHeâs loyal and brave. And he makes me laugh. Heâs just been a little misled.âÂ
Ellie scoffs angrily.
âJoel never made him do anything,â she says. âI would know.âÂ
Maria sighs. âJoelâs his older brother. Tommy looks up to him.âÂ
âDid Joel make him join up with the rebels?â Ellie snipes.Â
Your eyebrows raise. With his affable smile, itâs hard to imagine Tommy as a soldier let alone in a Confederate uniform.
âDonât that make the two of you even more peculiar,â you say.Â
Maria schools her expression and wipes her hands on her linen apron.
âTommyâs made mistakes in his time,â she says evenly. âWhen you get older, you begin to have regrets.âÂ
You have a feeling these two have clashed over this beforeâ Ellie with the sweet arrogance of youth, Maria understanding all the shades of gray the world presents. Their little squabble doesnât really interest you. You keep them sniping at each other as you take a fork out of the wash basinâs murky water. The two of them are so busy with their argument, neither notice you drop it to the floor and tuck it under your skirts.
âWeâve all made mistakes,â you say. âIâve made plenty myself. But we all deserve a second chance, donât we?â
It seems neither of them can argue with that. Ellie tilts her head to the side, allowing her agreement. Maria nods along sagely.Â
Youâve gone through a hundred second chances but right now, you just need one more.
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Chapter 5
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i drew curtains closed - alec hardy
Alec Hardy x GN!Reader
cw: vague references to sex (like the vaguest) during literal showering together
summary: When Alec finds out you've been sick after not seeing you for a few days, he takes a step back from work to comfort you and nurse you back to health.
Title from The Great War by Taylor Swift
wc: 3.1K
In all honesty, Alec had been planning on paying a visit to your flat that evening since he woke up that morning. He had spent yet another late night at the station, swearing he was close to a break and would come across something he had missed if he only put in a couple more hours of reviewing the statements he and Miller had taken so far. It was by no means unusual behaviour from him, but since you two had started seeing each other, he tried his best not to go more than a day without taking a break to see you, even if it meant just grabbing a quick lunch together, and if he didnât get to see you today, it wouldâve been his third full day away from you. Just like he did every morning, he sent you a message, this time ending it with the promise of seeing you that evening, even if it meant showing up at your doorstep long after the sun had gone down. He knew it was unfair to you, being put on the back burner simply because he was in the midst of one of his unhealthy work obsessions.Â
As far as Alec was concerned, the morning passed by as normal as any other morning would. He got ready for work as quickly as his body would allow him to, and set off back to the station, after only a couple hours of sleep, where he met up with Miller and the rest of his team, debriefing them on his findings from the night before and calling out assignments. He and Miller would be out most of the day, poking around every crevice of the small town that they could find, leaving no stone unturned. Also like most mornings, he kept his phone in his coat pocket, never taking it out knowing that any calls or messages from his team would come through Miller. It wasnât until they finally decided to take a break to grab some lunch that he gave his phone a thought, pulling it out to see if he had received any calls or messages from either you or perhaps Daisy. Like most days, there had been nothing from Daisyâshe only seemed to reach out to him when she wanted something, or had gotten into a fight with her mother, pleading for him to side with her and tell Tess that she was being unreasonable, even though she knows heâd never contradict her parenting decisions. Unlike most days, however, there hadnât been a reply from you to his message that he had sent that morning, nor had there been a missed call or voicemail. Despite being a bit unusual, Alec didnât give too much thought to it, quickly deciding you must have slept in late and had to rush off to work, or maybe your work day had just been busy, leaving you with no time to check your phone or fashion a response. He returned his phone back to its usual space in his coat after sending another short message letting you know he still had every intention of seeing you that evening.Â
The afternoon had been just as normal as the morning. Some people from his team had come across a witness that they had initially missed, and they without hesitation went to the station and gave Alec their official statement. With a success like that and eager to see you, he sent his team home early with the promise of a hard dayâs work tomorrow before returning to his office to finish up the last of the urgent paperwork regarding the witness statement and tidying his desk. When all work was accounted for and all sensitive documents filed away under lock and key, not to be surveyed until he returned to them in the morning, he left the station. As he got into his car, allowing the engine to warm up and tossing his coat into the passenger seat, he once again pulled out his phone, this time finding a message from Daisy asking if he could please convince Tess to give her permission to go to a concert that weekend with some friends from school, to which he replied he was not in objection to, however her mother, as always, had the final say. To not have heard from you for one morning was one thing, but to not have received a reply well into the afternoon was certainly another, and certainly not something youâd have done under any normal circumstances. Alec wouldâve been lying if he had said the first thing that ran through his head wasnât that you were more upset by his neglect of you over the previous few days than you had let on to, leading you to now ignore him, but the thought left him nearly as fast as it had come. He knew for a fact he was no stranger to bottling up his true feelings, refusing to communicate, but he also knew that you certainly were not the type. The two of you hardly ever had any arguments or miscommunications, but that was all attributed to the fact that you insisted on making your feelings, wants, and needs known, thus forcing him to make an attempt at getting into the habit of doing the same. He was sure that if you truly had been so upset by his absence, you would have told him before it got to the point of feeling the need to ignore him, meaning your silence had to be the result of something being very, very wrong.Â
He wasted no more time once coming to his conclusion, and drove as fast as the traffic allowed him, not even bothering to stop at his own home first to change clothes into something more casual and comfortable. When he finally arrived, he found your car parked outside in its usual spot, although not unusual for the time of day, as you were usually out of work by this particular time. He jogged up the steps to the front door, knocking, and calling out your name, announcing his arrival, only to receive no response. Youâd not yet given him a key to your flat, but the two of you had been seeing each other long enough that he knew where the spare key was hidden, and on many occasions, and with your general consent, he had let himself in while you were both out and at home. He waited a moment before knocking again, and when he was met with silence once more, he decided to retrieve the spare key. Your flat was nearly always tidy, hardly ever a thing out of place, but when he walked in, it seemed eerily even more put together than usual, almost as though not a thing had been touched since the last time he had come over. He called out your name into the silence once more as he began to move around the flat, finding no sign that you had sat on the settee, or turned on the telly, or even grabbed a snack from the kitchen upon arriving home from work. Finally, he worked his way over to the bedroom, where the door was open, but barely a crack, gently pushing the opening wide enough to allow him to look inside, and saying your name, almost whispering. It was finally here that he found you in bed, underneath the covers and fast asleep. He walked in quietly and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching up with his hands to brush the stray hairs away from your face and patting them down into place. You were here, safe in bed, and breathing.Â
He sat there for a moment, gently caressing the parts of your hair and cheek not being obscured by the blankets that had seemingly been tucked all the way up to your chin, and since shifted upwards. He tried his best not to disturb you, but eventually you began to stir and soon woke up. Not even a little bit startled by his presence, you groggily mumbled something incoherent, leaning into his hand which hadnât left your face.Â
âHello, darling,â he cooed, continuing his movements only now in your hair. He was met with a groan and mumble once again. âSorry I havenât been by in a while, but Iâm here now,â he finished. Eyes still droopy with sleep, you blankly stared at him through half closed eyelids. His face took on a worried look, and as he was about to ask if you were alright, you suddenly turned over, letting out a dry cough into your pillow, trying to shake it to no avail for much too long for Alecâs taste. He stood up, announcing he would get you a glass of water before leaving the room in a hurry and returning a few moments later, at which point your coughing had stopped. He helped you sit up properly before handing you the glass giving you a moment's silence to drink and recover from the fit. When you were satisfied, you dropped the half-emptied glass down onto the bedside table, hoarsely forcing out a thanks, trying not to trigger another coughing fit.Â
âOh, darling, are you feeling alright?â he asked, returning to his previous spot on the bed.Â
You shook your head no in reply, before beginning to talk again. âIâve been feeling a bit off the past couple days now, but it was worse this morning when I woke up. I had to call in sick,â you explained with a raspy voice, painful and strained from the sore throat youâd had all day. He reached out with his hand, taking yours as he began to rub circles into the back of it with his thumb. Staring down, and intently at the touch, he frowned, before speaking. âI shouldâve been here,â he nearly whispered, voice dripping with sorrow. âThere was nothing you couldâve done,â you offered, tightening your own grip on his hand.
He stood up eventually, and after having been informed of your symptoms, made his way towards the bathroom, pulling pill bottles out of the cupboard, as well as refilling the glass of water. A headache, which had been one of the worser symptoms, prompted him to pull the blinds closed, and shut the drapes before switching off the overhead lights, which he had turned on when he first walked into the room. Once the pills had been taken, and you were laying back down under the covers, he made his way back to the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry. He had never really learned how to properly cook, and never really felt the need to, but in that moment, as he realised he would have to make due with a can of soup that required nothing more than being heated on the stove, he wished he had learned, if only to be able to make you a proper one. Leaving the soup to heat up in the kitchen, he returned to the bedroom, and opened up the wardrobe, as quietly as it allowed, so as not to disturb you. He didnât occupy much space in your flat yet, not that he occupied much space in his own home apart from work related documents and files and evidence, but he did have a small section in your wardrobe that was home to a few changes of clothes, although you left plenty of room for him if he ever wanted to add more to it. He silently slipped out of the suit he had been wearing all day and into his more comfortable clothes before returning to the kitchen to see to the soup.Â
He prepared a small tray with a bowl of the soup along with some soda crackers he had found while he had been looking through the pantry. Alec Hardy was the last man on Earth who would be caught in bed before the sun went down, but tray in hand, he cautiously slid onto the bed, careful not to spill anything before handing it over to you as he tucked himself under the covers and pressed up against your side, wrapping his arm around you. You ate the soup, grateful that Alec had prepared it for you, as he cooed at you, still apologising for his absence, and promising heâd stay with you through the night, occasionally helping himself to a soda cracker or a spoonful of soup as well. When youâd had enough, he returned the tray back to the kitchen before returning to his own spot in bed, this time with the promise of sleep on both of your minds. It was early in the evening, but he had only slept a couple of hours the previous night, and in all honesty he truly was exhausted after pushing himself to the brink over the past few days. If your body was insistent on getting some more rest, he figured he might as well sleep for a bit as well.Â
The two of you had lulled into an easy sleep, and awoke a few hours later, the winter sun having already set. The medicine and the soup had eased the symptoms a bit, but you definitely werenât anywhere near back to normal just yet. Feeling better rested himself, Alec on the other hand was ready to jump back into his work, body and mind already conditioned to run on minimal hours of sleep at a time, but heâd be damned if he left your side anytime before he absolutely had to go into the station to meet his team in the morning. âI feel much better now thanks to the soup, I hadnât had food in all day,â you whispered, still laying in bed, curled into his chest. âI think I need a shower now though, I didnât have much energy for that today either and I havenât had one since I got home from work yesterday,â you continued, making a slight half-hearted effort to move away from him. He stood up then, holding his hand out to you as you soon followed after him. Hand still in his, and with a quizzical look on your face, he led you to the bathroom, letting go of your hand to make his way towards the shower, turning the water on. When he turned back around, he reached for the hem of your shirt, hand resting on it with a questioning look on his face awaiting your approval to continue. When you didnât protest, he continued, pulling your shirt and remaining clothes off of you, with gentleness and care before repeating his ministrations on himself.Â
Fully undressed and under the warm spray of the water, Alec, considerate as ever, massaged your scalp, working your scented shampoo through the roots of your hair as you relaxed into the heat radiating through the room from the hot water. When your hair was clean and the water had washed away the shampoo, he took to a washcloth, rubbing slow and gentle circles over your skin. Alec wasnât a greedy man, you had learned early in the relationship. He loved and appreciated every inch of you, worshipping it when given the opportunity to, but in moments like these, any lingering touches his hands may have made left behind only warmth and comfort, never once begging for something more, something you probably couldnât and wouldnât give him in your ill state, something he would never dare ask or expect you to give him in it. When he had finished working his way down your body, and as the warm water was beginning to turn cold, he gave you a moment more under the water to rinse away the remaining soap before quickly and carelessly cleaning himself off. Unlike you, he had showered that morning before returning back to the station, but he had no interest in taking a moment to relax into the warmth. He did what he had to do to be decent and presentably clean, but he took it no further than that apart from the times when in health, you had been the one to coax him into a shower or bath, taking time to thoroughly massage the knots out of his muscles and work over-priced, fragranced soaps into his hair and skin that he otherwise would have never thought to use himself.
When he finished cleaning himself, he shut off the water, quickly reaching for your bath towel and wrapping it around your dripping frame, hoping to shield your skin from the cold air before reaching for a towel of his own to wrap around his waist. He abandoned his focus on his own towel soon after, instead focusing on drying you off first, patting away the remaining water still dripping from your hair and down your skin. Not until you were both content did he hastily repeat his actions on his own body, eventually leading you back out to the bedroom, sitting you down at the foot of the bed. For the second time that evening, he made his way over to your wardrobe, this time pulling out a set of clothes from your own section and passing them over to you, allowing you to dress yourself while he did the same for himself. He returned to the bathroom, hanging the towels to dry and grabbing your hairbrush off the counter before once again going back into the bedroom joining you on the bed. Brush in hand, he beckoned you over to him, and you allowed him to settle you in front of himself, back towards him before he slowly and gently began to work the brush through your hair, beginning at the ends before making his way up to the roots. You hummed and sighed in content, sinus now feeling much more clear after the hot shower. When he was happy with his work, he placed the hair brush down onto the bed side table, moving back to lean against the head of the bed, pulling you along with him. Adjusting both you and himself, he pulled the covers up around the two of you as he held you against him, half clinging to his side and half on top of him.Â
âThank you,â you whispered, leaning into his embrace, burying yourself into him.
âFor what?â
âTaking care of me,â you replied. He didnât reply, choosing instead to plant a kiss into your hair.
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Pet: Chapter 5 - The First Time
WC: ~4800
Pairing: Dark!Joel x Disabled!Reader x Dark!Tess
Summary: Joel and Tess try to distract you from your new situation. (This is pure smut with very minor plot.)
Tags: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Rape/non-con, MDNI, P in V sex, unprotected sex (Wrap it up, Y'all), fingering, kissing, mild cunnilingus, forced intimacy, forced orgasm, some crying (just at the start), LMK if I missed anything.
A/N: If you're a new reader, I highly recommend starting at Chapter 1!
A/N: I know it's been forever but I'm back! Seriously y'all, this one's finally the start of the actual DDDNE content, so if you don't do certain things, please heed the tags. You have been warned. Just a friendly reminder because i know it's been forever, but my reader in this story IS mildly physically disabled. If y'all aren't comfortable reading dark stories with a main character who's disabled, this is your warning to find something else. To the rest of you, thanks for hanging in there! I hope you enjoy this chapter and some dirty dirty smut. >:)
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You donât know how long you stayed there. At some point, Joel had backed away, leaving Tess alone to pin you to the wall. You arenât sure when you responded to the contact, but your face is buried in her shoulder and your hands are holding on to her t-shirt at her waist. Youâre positive her shirt is soaked through with the tears that still slip free. Youâre not ready to face them yet; just because youâve accepted this situation for the moment doesnât mean youâre ready to face it yet. Her hands trail up and down your back. Sheâs talking to you, but youâre not hearing her. You donât want whatever words of comfort she offers at the moment.Â
Tess presses a kiss to the top of your head, and then to your temple. She nuzzles against you, trying to coax you out of her shoulder as her fingers slip beneath your jacket and t-shirt. You freeze at the feeling of her hands on your hips; you pull back into the wall, hands flying to her wrist to grab onto them tightly. âNo.â You tell her, trying to push her hands away.Â
She shuffles closer to you, pressing her body against yours to pin you to the wall completely. âYouâre alright.â You shake your head, hands pressing against her wrists. She kisses your cheek, her hands moving out from under your shirt to twist out of your hold. She grabs your own wrists and brings them up over your head, pinning them above your head. The stretch in your stomach gives you butterflies, and you watch her with wide eyes.Â
âTess.â You call her name warningly, your wrists tugging at the tight fingers holding you hostage. She smirks at you in return, shifting your hands to one of hers while the other curls under your jaw. She leans down and captures your lips with her own. While you are still reeling from the action, she takes advantage by pressing a knee between your own before you have a chance to recover your wits. She hums against your mouth, the hand on your jaw sliding down, squeezing one of your breasts, before sliding lower to slip back beneath your shirt, warm fingertips teasing your taunt belly. Her touch is light and warm, and it wars with the cool air that hits your skin as she pushes your shirt up with her hand. Your breath catches, and your brain short-circuits under the close contact. Fuck, captor or not, youâre way too touch-starved to last long if this gentle dominance is how she plans to play. You duck your head, breaking the kiss to gasp for air and regain some semblance of control. She nudges your head back, her mouth capturing some skin just above the collar, sucking hard to create a mark. The hand on your stomach slides around to your back, pulling you flush with her body as teeth nip at your neck.Â
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You whine under Tessâ ministrations, your hips shifting against her thigh as discreetly as you can manage. She smiles against your skin, nipping harder and enjoying the way you shiver against her. Your body is warm and growing more pliant the longer Tess has you pressed to the wall. She doesnât miss the way your hips shift into her leg. She coaxes you forward, dragging your hips along her thigh, and sliding warm fingers into the waistband of your jeans to cup your ass.
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You struggle to not make any noise as Tess forces you down on her thigh, guiding you in a coaxing rhythm that you have to fight not to fall into. You feel yourself growing wetter at the stimulation, the way she still has your hands pinned above you and the way her teeth dig deliciously into the side of your throat. You smother a low cry between closed lips, your legs trying to close around hers. The feeling of being unable to deny her, of being so easily overpowered is even more arousing to your traitorous body though. Your hips start to move of their own accord and your head falls back against the wall, a small whine of pleasure escaping you as Tessâ hot mouth drags to a new spot on your throat and she starts to suck. Hard. No doubt leaving a mark. Your hips drive forwards at the feeling, a strangled noise leaving you at the friction of her thigh against your clit. âThere you go.â She murmurs in low encouragement, pulling back from your neck to watch you chase your pleasure. âThat feel good, pet?â
You want to stop, but her hand forces you to keep moving, driving you closer to orgasm. âNot a pet.â You grumble, ducking your head to hide the embarrassed flush on your cheeks. You whimper again, the constant stimulation is going to make you cum, even clothed as you are, youâre getting close already. You bite your lip to distract yourself, hips faulting just enough to lose a bit of the high. You suck in a deep breath, trying to keep your thoughts together. âNot today, Tess.â You plead, not in the mood to be manipulated in this kind of way, not at all interested in being forced over the edge by a friend whoâd betrayed you.Â
She hums as she pulls back to look at you. âItâll help you relax a little. Besides,â She reaches up to brush strand of hair behind your ear. You draw back at the movement, but there is only so far you can go. âIâve been wanting to touch you since I walked you back to your building the first day we met.â You swallow and look away from her. You werenât that much better, you definitely had harbored some sort of feelings for Tess since that first day too.Â
âYeah⌠wellâŚâ You struggle to stay focused when her hand slid between you and unbuttoned your jeans. You force yourself to ignore the rising heat on your cheeks. âBackstabbing me when I come over for dinner isnât the way to a girlâs heart. Nor is it a good way to get said girl into your bed.â You wish your words came out steady and strong, but instead the came out quick and a little rambly, the feeling of her hand wiggling beneath your pants and underwear takes your focus away from your words.Â
Tess snorts, her mouth at your ear now, âOh yeah?â She challenges, her breath hot on your skin as her fingers find your clit, causing your breath to hitch for a moment. âWouldâve come right to me had I expressed interest?âÂ
You shake your head. âNo. I wouldnât have.â You whisper, her fingers are circling your clit now and the pleasure is far more intense than you anticipated. Itâs been so long since youâve been with anybody and Tess seems to know exactly how to move at the right speed with just the right amount of pressure to make you lose focus of everything else. You moan, hips rocking against her automatically, seeking more friction.
âWe know. We did hope youâd be a little less stubborn about it, though.â She teases, her fingers relentless, enjoying the way you buck against her, despite clearly trying to control yourself.Â
âFuck you.â You whisper back, hands pulling at her grip, another whine slipping through your lips. âNick will find me. He knows Iâm with you.â You say it with as much venom as you can, but in truth, you have no clue if that fact even matters to them. Sure enough, you heard both of them snort.Â
âLet âim find us. Been waitinâ on a reason to kick his ass for weeks now.â Joel retorts smugly. You swallow, suddenly hoping Nick doesnât get involved. Heâs in decent enough shape, but Joel would undoubtedly win that fight. Tessâ fingers slide further into your crotch, curling to find your entrance. You gasp when one finger slides into you, it goes in easier than you hoped, and Tess chuckles.Â
âSheâs wet for us.â She comments to Joel, whose eyes drop to where Tessâ hand is buried between your legs.Â
âYeah?â His own voice dropping and going a little breathy at the sight. You notice the way his eyes darken and when you glance down, you can make out a bulge in his jeans. Heâs hard. You look back at Tess, not quite sure what to make of Joel Miller getting aroused at the sight of his girlfriend fingering you.Â
Tess gives you a few shallow pumps of her finger before pressing it all the way in, making you whine. âYeah, sheâs soaked. And tight. Can feel her clenching around me with just one finger in her.â She crooks said fingers, searching for a few seconds before she touches something thing that makes you cry out, jumping against her. âThere it is.â You gasp as she pulls out and reenters you with fwo fingers, curling them against that same spot as the heel of her palm grinds up against you clit.Â
âFuck, Tess.â You gasp out, hips seeking friction against her, you were close.Â
She smirks at you. âThat feel good, pet?â She asks again, sounding far more smug the second time around. She continues to fucking her fingers into you, curling them when shes deepest inside of you to touch something that sends a fizzle of pleasure through you every time. You stomach and core tighten, and you can feel yourself getting wetter as your orgasm approaches.Â
âYes.â Your answer comes out hissed as you desperately chase your orgasm on her fingers.Â
âCum.â She whispers in your ear, coaxing over the edge with a wicked curl of her fingers. You cry out, hating her for taunting you like this, but loving the way you go boneless with ecstasy at your release. Your high pitched whimpers make you self conscious but you canât seem to shut the fuck up. You moan as she whispers praise in your ear, her hand not slowing down as she coaxes you all the way through it. âSuch a good pet. See how following order can feel so good?â She nuzzles the spot behind your ear before kissing it.Â
Your knees have given out at some point and youâre being propped up by Tess. Slowly she pulls away, releasing your hands and pulling her own hand out of your pants. Itâs shiny with your arousal and you watch in a daze as she lifts her fingers to her own lips and sucks them into her mouth. You feel hypnotized at the sight. When sheâs done she pulls them away and leans forward, kissing you. You donât exactly kiss her back, but you donât really fight it either, letting her press her tongue into your mouth, tasting yourself there.Â
âTess.â An impatient grumble comes from Joel. You can hear him shifting on his feet, waiting for something. You remember the bulge in his jeans and realize heâs waiting for his own turn with you. You whimper at the realization. Tess pulls back from you, her knee retracting and her body peeling away. You feel unsteady on your own feet after having her so close for so long. The air feels cold when she finally gives you space. You look around the apartment, reality crashing back down once more. Your eyes flick up to Tessâ watching her step back as Joel steps forward.
Shit. Joel.
Youâd been aware of him, of course, but now that youâre coming out of your post orgasmic haze, youâre aware of your situation again as Joel closes the distance between you and curls big hands around your waist. Your own hands go to his forearms hesitantly, you freeze at the feeling of him so close. You hadnât enjoyed Tess invading your space, but at least you knew her. Before you came to the apartment last night, youâd had one conversation with Joel and it had been in the form of an argument.
You stare blankly at his chest, uncertain if youâre already disassociating from whatâs to come or if youâre just in shock over everything thatâs happened. Maybe a little bit of both. His hands squeeze your waist, one sliding to your back while the other reaches up to grab the zipper of your jacket, unzipping it. âJoelâŚâ It comes out hesitantly. He hushes you quietly, pulling your jacket apart and shoving it off of your shoulders and pulling it down your arms to pool on the floor behind you. His hands immediately move to slide under your shirt as well. You jump a little at the feeling. His hands are warmer and more caloused than Tessâ, leaving trails of heat wherever his fingertips touched. Your hands tighten on his forearms as he lifts up your shirt.Â
âArms up.â He demands, pulling your shirt up just enough to also grab the hem of your bra and you panic, shaking your head in refusal.Â
âNo. No, I-I donât want this.â You can feel the way your muscles tighten in panic, knowing heâs going to win this fight but willing to put up and argument with him anyways. He huffs, lifting his own arms in a way to get you to cooperate enough to get your shirt and bra over your arms.Â
âNo isnât an option, pet. Come on now, we donât wanna hurt ya. We wanna make ya feel good.â He successfully strips you of the top half of your clothing, and you fold your arms across your chest in a small act to gain some modesty. He bats your hands away, his own reaching to toy with a nipple and engulf one whole boob into his giant hand. âLemme see you, pet. Been wonderinâ what ya looked like since I firsâ saw ya.â He massages you for a minute and you try not to show your discomfort with the action. He leans down to press his mouth to your shoulder. You flinch at the stubble, your hands going to his chest to push him away. Instead, his arms encircled you again and his nipped at your skin. You yelp a little at the nip, but he soothes it with his tongue afterward.Â
âBehave yourself.â Tess calls from somewhere behind Joel and you wonder if sheâs talking to you or him. Joel trails kisses from your shoulder to your neck, sucking light marks into your skin before moving on to the next spot. When his mouth found a spot just above the collar, just opposite of where Tess had been marking you, he sucked harder, clearly intending on giving you an equally dark mark from him to mirror hers. When he was finished, his arms tighten around you, lifting you off your feet. You squawked indignantly.Â
âHey! I can walk, thank you very much.â You blurt out, squirming to get free of his grip. He chuckled at your reaction, stopping just short of the table to watch you for a moment.
âWhat? Scared Iâm gonna drop you?â He sounds amused as he tilts his head to catch your attention.Â
âYeah. Maybe. So what if I am?â You grouse, shoving hard at his shoulder. He scoffs and sets you down, one large hand closing around your shoulder, guiding you to turn to face the table. A chair has been moved out of the way, and you were pushed forward until you were at the edge of the table. Your fingers find the ledge and you were pressed down over it.Â
âBend over.â Joel muttered, his hands going to the waistband of your jeans as you settle your upper body against the table. He yanks your jeans and underwear down your legs, guiding you to step out of them. You can hear him toss them somewhere behind you and you close your eyes, trying to ignore the fact that youâre completely nude in front of Joel Miller. Bastard. You squirm, pressing your thighs together as if thatâd hide the fact that youâre on display for him right now. Hands caress over your back and butt, squeezing you skin. A hot mouth followed suit, his beard scratching at your back as he kissed down your spine. It raise goosebumps all over you and you awkwardly push off the table, trying to shake him off.Â
âJoel, I dont thinkâŚâ You trail off, all of this was weird, but Joel showing you a strangely affectionate side of him was definitely the weirdest. A strong hand pushes between your shoulder blades, pinning you back to the table and sliding up to curl around the back of your neck to keep you there. His other hand squeezed one of your ass cheeks before finding itâs way to your sex, where his thick fingers press against your slit. You can feel your hips jerking at the touch, still sensitive from the orgasm Tess gave you. He finds your clit with relative ease, circling it with his middle finger while you bite your lip to hold back the whiney noises gathering in your throat. Joel continues to tease your clit until you can no loger contain your noises, your entrance dripping with arousal and clenching around nothing.Â
âNeed to stretch you for me.â Joel tells you, as his fingers leave your clit to tease over your needy hole instead. You curl your arms under your head so you can bury your face in them as you feel a thick finger press into you. Joel groans behind you, carefully pulling out before pressing back in, curling his finger to send a bolt of pleasure up your spine. You muffle a moan into your arm as Joel finds a steady pace. Clamping your legs shut does nothing at this angle and youâre forced to endure the the pleasure Joel gives you. âSo fuckinâ wet, baby.â He groans, pulling out to add a second finger. He adds it careful and slow. âFuck! Tight little thing, even after cumminâ on Tessâ fingers.â You blush at his words as he presses his fingers into you before pulling them back out and pressing them in again.Â
Distantly, youâre aware of Tess grabbing something from the kitchen counter and coming to give it to Joel âThanks.â He mutters, letting you go for a moment to fiddle with whatever sheâd given him. He presses his hips against yours to keep you from getting anywhere, and you can feel his erection pressing against your ass. You feel something drip onto your back, before you hear him set it down on the table. Joelâs hand comes back to hold you down, and he steps back so his other hand can fit back between your legs. âShould help ya a bit.â He says to you, while he pushes two fingers back inside of you. Heâs right, theyâre slicker and the stretch feel good.Â
âWhat did you do?â You ask, feeling yourself flutter around him as his fingers glide in and out of you a lot more smoothly. He chuckles over you, curling his fingers to press into that spot inside of you that makes your head spin.Â
âJust some oil to help you out. Gonna feel a stretch in a minute but it shouldnât hurt to bad.â He coos, one massive hand rubbing up and down your back as he continues to pull whimpers and moans from you. Once he has you semi relaxed, he pulls out to add a third finger, slowly working it into your tight hole. Itâs a stretch, but the oil helps. You moan at the feeling of three of his thick fingers rubbing against your walls with each gentle thrust. âGood girl.â You shift against the table as he works his fingers in and out of you. It takes a while, but the slow insistent press of his fingers in you had you relaxing into him. Eventually he pulls his fingers from your wet cunt and you hear the jingle of his belt as he unbuckles it. You whimper at the sound, trying to push up against the hand on your back to what? Stop? Escape? Youâve been kind of in a daze since your first orgasm. It feels difficult to think and you hate it, hate the way pleasure and arousal have made you far more pliant than you wanted.Â
The bottle of oil was picked up again, this time to pour on his hard member before returning it to the table. The broad tip of Joelâs erection teased through your slit, bumping up against your clit before sliding back to notch at your entrance. As he presses in, you whine at the stretch. Heâs thicker than you thought possible, heavy and hard, but slick from the oil and your own arousal. Itâs a far easier push than you assumed itâd be considering how big he is. An odd noise belts out of you, not in pleasure or pain, just out sheer need to release some of the fullness you feel with Joelâs cock in you. You clench around him and he pauses for a moment, rubbing your back with one hand while the other grips tightly at your hip. âRelax for me, baby.â He coaxes gently. It takes you several seconds to relax your overwhelmed body, but once you do, he starts pressing more of himself inside you.Â
âMore?â You meant it as an exasperated complaint, just to be annoying, but instead it comes out meek and whiney. He huffs above you and you hear Tess chuckle near your head. One of her hands cards through your hair while one of Joel's hands splays on your lower back, his thumb resting just above your ass.Â
âAlmosâ there. Doinâ good, Darlinâ.â He presses the last inch or maybe even two in with a smooth roll of his hips, finishing with his hips flush with your ass. âSuch a good girl, makinâ all those pretty little noises for us.â Joel groaned, his grip tightening on your body.Â
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Joel closed his eyes, reveling in the way your tight body clenched around him, penetration made easy with the oil. He could hear you panting on the table, likely overwhelmed with his size. He held himself still for a moment, not wishing to hurt you. His thumb stroked you lower back, loving how soft you were, how young and surprisingly unblemish you were, given you live and work in an apocalypse. He does his best to keep you relaxed as you adjust to him, but he canât hold still for long, the need to claim you, fuck you, was growing stronger by the second. He finds Tessâ eyes as she sat across from him, stroking your hair. âSheâs so tight.â He growls, causing her to smirk at the sight of him.Â
âI know, knew youâd like it. Could barely fit two of my own fingers in her.â She watches Joel for a moment before speaking up again, âYouâre different with her than the others.âÂ
Joel huffs a laugh, âSheâs different than the others.âÂ
Tess nod in agreement. âIt was worth it, to do this, just to see you this way.â Eyeing Joel with her own lust filled eyes, reminding him that she had yet to find her own release as well.Â
âYeah?â Raising an eyebrow at her, his cock pulses at the thought of Tess being turned on by the sight of him fucking you. Heâs momentarily distracted when you start to squirm beneath him.Â
âHow about you two fuck eachother instead of me.â You grit out, but your voice sounds breathy and he takes note of the way you only shift your upper body, careful to keep your hips from moving to much. He chuckles at you.Â
âAwe, is it to big for you, pet?â He coos mockingly at you, letting his hips press into yours a little harder, bringing a short, sharp cry from your throat. Tess and Joel exchange smirks at the sound.Â
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You scramble at the feeling of Joel pushing deeper for a brief moment, pulling a noise from your throat as he did, but heâs absolutely correct, he is too big for you and youâre terrified to even move, scared itâll hurt you. It doesnât hurt now, but itâs too much, you canât think, canât focus enough to come up with some sort of plan to get through this. Tessâ fingers in your hair isnât helping either, distracting your focus further. Youâre not fighting enough⌠maybe if you donât cooperate theyâll get too annoyed to keep you. With that in mind, you try to push yourself up again, this time a lot more suddenly, hoping to startle them a bit.Â
âI said no.â You bite out firmly, as you dislodge Tessâ hand and you reach back to push against Joelâs body. His hands leave you for a second, but before you could get your hopes up, heâs grabbing your wrists, guiding them to rest at your lower back, shifting to hold them with one hand, much like Tess had done when she pinned you to the wall.Â
âYou were doing so good, pet. Whyâd you have misbehave like that?â Joel groans, as if he is genuinely disappointed in the fact that youâre fighting him.Â
âYouâre fucking crazy.â You whisper, shaking in fear as he folds you over the table again, keeping your wrists secure. He pulls out of you, and at first, youâre relieved but itâs short-lived when his other hand comes down on your backside. Hard. âOUCH!â You yelp, fighting to scramble away from him, his hand comes down on the other cheek just as hard, you lay trembling on the table, your ass stinging.
âWell, if you didnât want to be spanked, you shouldnât have been a brat.â Joel grouses, lining himself back of and pushing into you in one swift thrust. You yelp at the feeling, but this time he doesn't give you time to adjust, he begins to pull out just a little bit before smoothly pressing back in. Itâs not slow, exactly, but it isnât harsh either. Just a building rhythm that had you forgetting about escape and the way you can practically feel his hand imprinted into your ass. Instead, you were focusing on how it felt to have his cock rubbing against your walls while he fills you completely, stretched to the limit, and unable to form a single thought. The hand not pinning yours to your back slid up your spine, curling around a shoulder to lift you partially off the table. The forced curve of your back and the new tilt of your hips had him striking much deeper, and you let out a choked scream at the feeling. Tess watches you with a smirk, her hands coming up to cup your face as Joel continues to fuck into you.Â
âDonât worry,â She reassures you, âWeâll teach you exactly how to behave, right Joel?âÂ
Joel grunts as he buries himself inside of you again. âThaâs right, baby.â His voice is husky and you feel yourself clench around him at the sound. Itâs starting to get to you, the pleasure. You can feel yourself getting wetter as another orgasm builds up. Your moans and whimpers become higher pitched and breathy and you can feel yourself starting to push back into Joel, trying to chase the pleasure. He moans, louder than you anticipated and his hips speed up, snapping into you roughly. âCâmon, girl, cum. Lemme feel you.â He growls.Â
You cry as he strikes against that delicious spot inside of you, his balls slapping consistently against your clit, sending your vision a little fuzzy at the intensity of the pleasure. Your voice rises, incoherent shouts falling from your throat with every rough thrust into you. Your peak comes slow, and youâre so fucking wet that Joel slides right in every single time. You finally let out a shrill cry as your orgasm erupts from you, your limbs shaking under Joelâs hands and you sob with every thrust inward. Heâs relentless, muttering broken praises to you while he chases his own release.Â
âThatâs it. Lemme have it, baby. So good.â He groans, and after a few more sharp snaps of his hips, heâs there, pressing as deep as he can inside of you and erupting with a roar. You whimper under him, the feeling of his pulsing cock triggering some aftershocks from your own orgasm, causing you to clench around him. When heâs done, he straightens up, slowly pulling out of you and helping you to your feet. Your wrists are released and you rub at them, looking for signs of bruising, but youâre too out of it right now to care. Behind you, Joel slowly gets himself straightened out, and buckles up his belt again. He settles into a chair and pulls you into his lap. You go stiffly, letting him adjust you so your legs are splayed out, on display so Tess to can see his cum slowly leaking out of you. She comes to kneel between Joelâs legs, smiling at you and rubbing your open thighs gently.Â
âLetâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â She ducks down a drags her tongue from hole to clit. You cry out at the feeling, already shaking between them.Â
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