cabin in the woods | joel miller
pairings: dark! joel miller x fem! reader
tags: 18+ only, kidnapper joel (hbo or game joel whichever one you like), stockholm syndrome, established relationship, ellie doesn't exist, post-outbreak au, manipulation & gaslighting, ageplay if you squint, daddy kink dynamic, one spank, p in v (possessive turned loving? sex), fingering
summary: after spending a day in jackson, joel is not happy with you.
a/n: puss definitely clenched while writing thi-too much? oh...
you didn't think that it was a big deal, not that big of a deal anyways. it was a harmless conversation, and he was only asking what your favorite fruit was.
"strawberries!" you had said, maybe a bit too excitedly, not having tasted them in a while. you thought maybe you could ask joel to find some seeds to grow in the garden on the side of the cabin where the sun always hit the strongest. the boy, who you quickly learned to call jesse, was very nice.
before you two engaged in conversation in the little makeshift market store, joel saw his brother tommy across the street, waving him down and wanting to talk to him about whatever it is that they usually talked about. you assumed that he'd be back in a long while. or so you thought.
"cool, my girlfriend dinah? she likes strawberries, too," he paused, standing up straight. "maybe later you could meet her? she's always complaining about how no girls her age ever come through here." he ends with a laugh and a shake of his head, prompting you to giggle as well, glancing at your frilly white socks that peeked out of your brown boots.
jesse told you a bit more about himself, about dinah, and what they usually do at night if there isn't some town event already going on or if they weren't on patrol. it all sounded so fun…so freeing. you had never been to a party or anything like that, the community that you were apart of at first wasn't stable enough or had enough protection to even fathom the thought of a party.
the community that joel took you from. at least you used to think so...but he tells you the story different.
"really?" you ask, almost in awe, your mind already trying to make up scenarios of what these parties would be like. jesse nodded his head assuredly. "oh yeah. dinah loves to drink, like she gets wasted. it's crazy. then i gotta carry her home." he slightly rolls his eyes, but you can tell he doesn't fully mean it.
"oh…i've never drank before. joel says it's bad for you?" you recall the conversation you two had a while ago when you asked him what was in the little flask that he pulled out of his back pocket one night.
"oh don't worry about that, sugar. little girls like you don't drink alcohol. 's bad for 'ya." he simply said. you knew not to press it any further or he would get upset, so you settled with just nodding your head in understanding.
"eh yea. he's probably right, but uh me personally? i'm more of a gardener." he whispers to emphasize the last word, to your oblivion. "joel has a garden too!" you're excited that you can relate something finally.
jesse quirked one of his thick eyebrows as confusion, then realization, then amusement spread over his features. "right." he just smiled at you.
"i hope we can grow strawberries soon." your hands clasp behind your back as you blink.
you don't notice joel at first.
you are still smiling as jesse meets your gaze, your mind going back to imagining the little red sprouts growing out of the ground as spring blooms over the cabin. red, soft, and sweet.
"strawberries, huh?" the voice doesn't come from jesse's mouth, but instead from behind you. in a tone that was slow, smooth, and a bit too calm. jesse's eyes shift from you to now looking past you, his frame slightly stiffening as he clears his throat, and his smile drops a bit. he knew not to get on joel's bad side. hell, everyone in jackson knew that.
you follow jesse's gaze and turn around, and there joel is, hands in his front pockets, and his eyes unreadable. "hi," you say in a light tone. "we were talking about fruit!"
"mm." joel's gaze floats from you to jesse, then back to you again. "i heard." a stretch of silence followed. jesse cleared his throat once more, a tad nervous. "uh-yea. i was telling her that dinah likes strawberries, too. thought maybe they could meet later and like hang out or somethin'."
joel's jaw ticked. just barely. if it had been anyone else, they would have missed it. "is that so." he says, looking straight at jesse. it didn't even come out as the question it was supposed to be.
trying to smooth over the palpable tension in the building, jesse scratches the back of his neck before speaking once more. "yeah, dinah keeps saying how she wants more girl friends, you know?" joel's eyes dragged back to set dead on you again.
his gaze drags up and down your standing figure. "you plannin' on stayin' long enough to make friends?" his head cocks a little as he asks you. the question came out in a neutral tone with hints of an underlying threat.
you didn't like when he did that because you didn't want to say the wrong answer. you quickly shook your head no, hoping that it didn't alarm jesse. to you and jesse's surprise, the next words out of joel's mouth were unexpected. "you wanna stay? stay."
your mouth opens but no words come out and you blink silently. "what?"
he shrugs like it's nothing, as if he told you you were having chicken for dinner tonight. "sure, honey. stay in jackson. make your new friends." his tone is even as his eyes flicker toward where jesse had been standing, feeling very awkward at this whole interaction, then back to you. "drink alcohol, smoke weed." his jaw ticks again, sighing through his nose.
"do whatever you think you can handle." he finishes. your stomach drops and you shift your weight before quickly walking over to him, grabbing his forearm through his flannel and holding on tight.
jesse must've been utterly confused by now. "look joel, i'm sorry i didn't mean for it to be that serious-"
joel's head turns slowly toward him. "don't need to be serious. little princess just forgets herself, sometimes." it came out in a condescending tone, full of disappointment.
"no i...i wanna go back to the cabin, please?" you borderline beg, your mind unable to even fathom being here without joel. truth be told, over the weeks? months? you don't know. you've gotten attached to him in ways you never thought you could.
the once cold, uncomfortable, big arms that wrapped around your waist at night now kept you safe and warm against his strong chest, tight against him. you liked the feeling of his breath on your neck at night, calmly breathing in and out.
he looks down at his side at you. "hm," he hums. "sorry jesse. maybe next time." he says in all seriousness. jesse blinks. "oh yea, sure thing." he smiles softly at you before quickly leaving the market.
joel's hand trails to the small of your back with a rougher touch, making you lead the both of you back outside to the awaiting horse, walking close behind you with a light scowl on his face.
his strong hands go underneath your arm pits, lifting you up to sit on the saddle so that you can swing your legs to straddle it. you do so, but keep your eyes down the whole time, scared to get yelled at and also sad at missing the opportunity to make friends.
joel climbed the horse, sitting in front of you before turning his torso back to quickly swipe the bottom of your chin. "don't look so sad, princess. daddy's the only friend y'need." those were the last words he said for the whole ride back to the cabin.
once you and joel stepped back into the cabin, you didn't know what to do with yourself, so you opted to just standing by the arm of the brown couch, playing with your fingernails as a wave of nervousness hit you.
you finally gather up the courage to speak. "daddy?" joel scratches his beard, not answering you, but just simply saying, "bend over the couch." your mouth fell open, breaths quickening. your hesitation made joel's patience run even the more thin.
"bend. over. the damn. couch." each word came out clipped and stern, prompting you to immediately obey his words. now, your torso was bent forward over the couch's arm, your hands braced on either side of your hips as your elbows bent.
you feel joel grab your forearms sickingly gentle, and bringing them to pin against the low area of your back with one strong hand. "you liked that boy, honey?" he growled out, pressing the ever present bulge against your backside. quickly shaking your head, you lift one of your ankles slightly in the air, being careful not to kick joel by accident.
"no daddy! we were just talking, i promise," you plead, trying to wiggle out of his uncomforting grasp. his other hand went to grasp your waist, stilling your movements. "where y'goin'?" his voice appeared closer to your ear before you quieted your voice.
"tell me," he paused, his hand gliding down from your waist to splay his thick fingers over the curve of your ass underneath your white babydoll dress as he grinds slowly against you. "d'ya wanna live in jackson? hm? leave your old man out here all alone, day after day?"
"no, no daddy i don't wanna live there. i wanna live here with you." you ferociously confess, wishing you could take everything back and have just ignored jesse.
"'cause i'd sure be all lonely without 'ya. you know that?" he lowly says, flipping your dress up to reveal the cotton, pastel pink panties that had hearts printed all over them. "mhm." despite your nerves that were creeping up your back and neck, you felt that surge of excitement go through your veins and manifest as liquid pooling out of your hole.
then a harsh spank connected with your right ass cheek, sure to leave behind a red hand print, as you lurched forward with your back arched and shoulders being pulled tight. his hand was still firmly gripping both your wrists together behind your back. "say 'yes, daddy'."
you can't believe you forgot the main rule. "yes, daddy, yes."
"hmm." he hums out in satisfaction. he uses his still free hand to grip the waistband of your panties in between his fingers, pulling them up taut to make a tight wedgie, while simultaneously giving you just a teeter of friction on your clit. "you're a little girl that needs her daddy. need to be taken care of. need to be taught things." the sound of his zipper whooshing down was heard in the deafening silence of the cabin. keeping his pants up, he reached inside his underwear, pulling out the heavy meat that brought you to euphoric tears almost every night.
he let the weight of it rest between your cheeks and you unintentionally clenched your muscles a bit, gasping out at the skin to skin contact. "stay right there, don't move." he commands gently and you dare not move a muscle. next thing you know, his hands are dragging down your calves, fingers untying the laces on your boots and tossing them aside, keeping you in your pretty white socks.
then, his fingers dip underneath the waistband of your panties, dragging them down and off of your body, stuffing them in his jean pocket.
"good little girl. now you wanna listen to daddy…" he chuckles. he drags the bulbous tip of his cock back and forth against your wet, hot folds, loving the warmth just exuding from you.
he brings one hand to his mouth, gathering a glob of spit on two fingers, getting them nice and wet before bringing them down to rub your sensitive clit that was just aching to be touched. he rubbed painful, slow circles on it, capturing it between his fingers every now and then. "oh…d-da-" you can barely even get the words out as the pleasure takes over your brain and speech. joel brings his soaked fingers back to your clenching hole, easing them both inside, making you tense up at the stretch of them.
"yea, you don't wanna stay in jackson huh, princess? 'cause then you won't get this no more. no boy can do this t'ya, you understand me?"
he begins to pump them in and out, quickly setting the fast pace as he feels your tight pussy just grip the life out of his fingers.
"n-no daddy, only you…" you moan and whimper out into the air.
"and no boy knows where that special spot is inside 'ya, either." he says just as he feels that extra softness, extra sponginess graze across his fingertips as he angles his hand to rub against it over and over. "right here, hm? c'mon baby, tell me." he coerces you to answer.
"mmm, yes daddy it's right there!" this makes joel smile wickedly. he loved it when you were putty in his hands like this. your thighs were beginning to shake, the impending feeling of an orgasm slowly coming on, but you knew better than to do that. "please, please…daddy it's coming." you begged him.
"aww, i know. you love daddy's big fingers fucking you like this." the squelching sound of your wetness and the air tight hole was all too much. joel takes his fingers out, spreading your juices over the tip of his hard cock. "if i let your hands go, are 'ya gonna be good not push me away?" the proposal so appealing to you as your shoulders were aching from the tension.
"yes, i won't push you away, daddy." you say with almost full confidence. "okay then." he says and releases his grip on your wrists, but you keep them in the same position, noting how he didn't say you could actually move them. his hand splays over your upper back, dragging down to come between your wrists, pushing them out of the way gently. "so obedient, princess. grab the cushions f'me." he instructs you and you do so.
he presses the tip of his cock just barely inside of you, enjoying the view of how your pussy has to stretch to accommodate his size. he never just pushes inside of you at first; he wasn't that cruel. he only wanted you to feel good so that he could feel good. your broken moan coupled with his strangled groan created soundwaves in the awaiting space. feeling you stretch out a bit, he pushes in another inch or two, slowly pulling back out. he sees the glistening wetness coating his cock.
"oh would 'ya look at that…she was waitin' on me?" his voice came out rougher, needing more. wanting more. his increased the pacing of his thrusts, going a little deeper each time, pulling high pitched moans out of you, seeing that you were trying not to come without permission.
"oh my god, daddy please let me come, please?" at this request, he purposefully slowed back down but kept the firmness of his thrusts, wanting to drag it out of you and make it last as long as possible.
"that how you gon' make it up to daddy? squeeze his cock nice and tight?"
you hurriedly nod, unsure of whether it was a trick question or not. "okay, baby. then let your old man get 'ya back there." his hand pushed at the arch in your back to make it deeper, so that the complete underside of his cock was dragging against your special spot. it always made you see stars as your eyes rolled back into your skull. and joel loved the sight. you could never form words when he made you come this way, just mewls and gibberish.
your body spasmed as that budding coil exploded, weakly gripping the couch cushions as whimpers spilled out of your mouth that was pressed to the side on the couch. joel fucked you through your orgasm, addicted to that extra tight squeeze that he knew was guaranteed each time you had sex.
"that's a good little girl, honey…daddy's good little girl." he continues to push back into you and pull out, satisfied by the cream that was now coating his cock. laying lazily over the arm of the couch, you feel strong fingers grip in your thick hair and pulling back. you whine at the sensation.
"you love your daddy?" he whispers in your ear, lips grazing against it. "yes daddy, i lo-ove you." you stutter out, feeling him deep in your stomach now. he brings a thumb to your open mouth, forcing its way inside, and you know he wants you to suck on it.
"that's it...so smart and sweet." his breaths were quickening and his thrusts were beginning to get a little sloppy and off track. "tell me you'd never leave me, princess. you jus' can't leave your old daddy out here." this was kind of his way of guilt tripping you, knowing that he was beginning to get up in age at 56, what with his injuries not healing as fast as they used to, which did pull at your heartstrings every time he got hurt doing something. so you answered truthfully.
"no daddy, i won't ever l-leave you. i promise..." you moan as your gummy walls pulsated around him.
"atta girl. 'm so glad i rescued you." he growls out, feeling his balls tighten up, not wanting to string it out any longer at the thought of coming all over your ass and back. he pulled out, pushing your dress up further while using his other hand to jerk off until the rhythmic contractions were felt in his cock and his white essence shot in different spots all over you. it was very warm and you bit your lip, taking secret pleasure in the sounds of joel's moans as he lost himself every time.
he fucked his hand until he felt his balls empty completely, planting his hands on either side of your hips on the couch and trying to catch his breath. you shyly glanced back behind you at his disheveled state. he brought his index finger to swipe up his come, bringing it to your lips.
your mouth opens, slightly sticking your tongue out as he watches you suck it off of his finger. "you're so dirty for daddy." he says with pride, making you giggle, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.
"c'mon now baby. let's take a hot bath before dinner." he takes your hand and pulls you upright as he leads you to the bathroom to wash away the sin that he has once more covered you in.
