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[millers-ghost]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ • deedee. 𝑠ℎ𝑒／ℎ𝑒𝑟. nineteen.

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[siriuslylantsov]

doesn't need to lift a finger

pairing: joel miller x reader

description: you get a little worked up watching joel cut wood, fucking ensues :)

tags: MDNI!! smut, established relationship, fem!reader, piv, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, little mushy (wahhhh), little bit of a competency kink (or atleast i had that in mind writing this, idk if it translated), he picks r up for a sec, joel calls himself daddy Once (this is a first for me...)

a/n: i miss My Man. recent tlou playing has given me motivation for this. Also requests are open for joel if youve got anything... happy reading!!

wc: 2.2k

“you too busy starin’ to hand me that log?” joel's voice is sharp, piercing through the air and snapping you out of your reverie. when your gaze breaks away from his (devastatingly big) arms, an amused smirk graces his face.

you sigh rather wistfully, head in your hands, “yeah, unfortunately.”

his eyes give you a once over before swinging the axe into the wood again, it splits in half, wood splintering with the force. 

he bends to pick the pieces up, tossing them into the pile of already cut wood. you’d like to say that prepping the cabin for winter is going really well. joel would say otherwise. although the two of you are flying through the checklist, you spend more time making him go pink at the cheeks with all your unabashed admiration than actually getting anything done. not that he minds, he's good at what he does, efficient. which is what's making your attention that much worse for him, and you. 

like now, for instance. you can't help but stare at his ass, those jeans antagonise you, offensively form-fitting. you gulp, and you think he can hear it from where he's standing because he lets go of the axe, leaning it against the stump he works on. his hands come up to his hips, thumbs hooked into the belt loops as he looks at you properly this time, a knowing head tilt in tow.

“d’ya need me?” his question is unbelievably kind, devoid of any teasing. he’s ready to drop everything and you can see it in his eyes. you almost feel bad, almost being the keyword.

you push yourself up, palms braced at your knees, and lug over the piece of wood, dropping it near joel and turning to face him. this close you can see the sheen of sweat on his face and forearms, the way areas of his shirt have dampened in the heat.

“this is the last one, then i want you upstairs.”

his spine straightens imperceptibly to the firmness in your words, “yes ma’am.”

you lean up and kiss him on the jaw before heading back inside. the stairs creak as you haul yourself up them, fingers smoothing over the banister when you round the corner. you shrug off the flannel you have on–joels flannel–and sit at the edge of the bed, toying with the hem of your tank top you wore under. 

before you know it, joel is by the doorframe, one arm crossed over the other. a small smile breaks out on your face and joel mirrors it, walking over to where you’re sitting. he pushes a stubborn strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. his hand settles over the nape of your neck, tilting your head back. the sight of him, tall, broad, in front of you sends a little shudder through you that you try to ignore. 

“you okay? you were a little distracted out there,” he asks, mildly concerned.

you curl a few fingers behind his knee, the warmth of your skin seeps through the denim of his jeans. “can you blame me?” 

he chuckles, a bashful tint dusting over the highs of his cheekbones. joel prompts you up with a small chuck of his head and two fingers hooked under your elbow. when you stand, he pulls you into a kiss, light and easy and entirely not enough to pull an embarrassingly needy sound from your mouth, but still, it does.

your lips part for a breath, exhaled into each other's mouths. he is so warm, it exudes off him in waves and doesn't do much to quell the heat building in you. it's just a kiss, he's just kissing you. joel moves to do it again but you hold him back, conflicted palms braced over the hard planes of his chest. 

“god, you’re making me feel crazy,” you scoff. he’d be concerned with the rapid rise and fall of your chest if he didn't know you better, but he knows you so well. 

“yeah, darlin’? what's got you so worked up?” 

you can tell he's talking just to talk now. he knows what, why. so he doesn’t expect an answer from you when he dips down to kiss at your neck, lightly chapped lips working over the area just below your jaw. his beard scratches your skin in a way that feels deliriously good.

you hum, absent-minded, threading your fingers through the hair at the back of his head, curling your fist into the strands. you hold him there, and knowing him, you’re also succumbing yourself to a glaringly obvious mark on your neck. you don’t mind, not when you’re out here on your own. hell, you’d let him mark you up everywhere.

the hand not occupied with tilting your head to his liking sneaks down to your waistband. joel pops the button, easing your jeans off. you let your impatience get the better of you and slip your panties off too, kicking the clothes off to the side. he laughs into your neck, sending a vibration down your spine that has you pulling him closer.

he doesn’t touch you, though. not yet. 

“up,” his murmur is a soft command, accompanied by his arm hooked under your ass. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull yourself higher, crossing your legs over his hips. joel clambers onto the bed, carrying you to the pillows.

when he drops you down, he doesn’t part from you, only trails his lips lower. the spot on your neck blooms in soreness, a light tingly sensation that you relish. joel moves lower, settling between your legs with a satisfied hum. he pushes your thighs apart, sweeping his eager gaze over your cunt. his eyes fixate on the glistening pool at the centre.

“messy girl,” he coos, turning his lips to your inner thigh. “all that for me?”

“mmh-yeah.”

“haven’t even touched you yet,” joel chuckles at how small your voice goes. god forbid a girl gets shy. 

his tongue peeks out from behind his lips, licking a firm stripe up your entrance to your clit. his mouth seals over the sensitive bud and sucks, just the way you like.

“jesus, fuck!” you cry out.

joel groans into your pussy, enamoured with the sight of your arched back and your head thrown in pleasure. his hand pushes your top up to paw at your breasts, a large, warm palm settles heavy over one, squeezing the flesh over the material of your bra.

the layers madden you. you frantically pull the tank off, fingers shaking trying to unclip your bra. when you get the garments off, joel is extremely happy, and he shows it by pushing two fingers inside you.

the abrupt stretch pushes a loud moan out of you. you like that you get this out of the cabin, the noisy vulgar freedom that the isolation rewards you. he takes it as an incentive to add another finger, still intently licking over your clit. 

“there we go, baby,” joel rasps. “gotta get her nice and stretched for daddy, yeah?”

“uhuh,” you keen with a nod that's pathetically enthusiastic.

he makes a noise, like he’s in pain, you know he's anything but. the term slips out occasionally. a freudian slip, maybe. regardless of whether he means it or not–in the heat of the moment, it tends to drive you both up the wall. a quiet murmur of it when he’s buried deep and he can't help but blow his load. neither of you dwell on it. 

joel huffs a dazed fuck and doubles down on his efforts. the calloused pads of his fingers rub up persistently without remorse, it sends an audible squelch around the room. you’re increasingly getting closer to your peak, it pools, hot and viscous in your belly, limbs growing heavy and sinking into the mattress. 

you’re so close–and maybe you’re your own worst enemy–but you need to have him inside you. now. so you reach down, fingers curling around his wrist to stop him, fighting every nerve in your body that wants to finish. joel pulls away, face pulled into a puzzled twist that quickly turns to something smug and knowing when you sit up to desperately remove his clothes.

you tug the collar of his shirt over his head, momentarily blinding him with fabric before moving onto his jeans. you undo the belt buckle with a resounding clink and his jeans and underwear are shoved down his thighs before he crowds back over you. 

god. he's beautiful and solid above you. the lingering smell of sweat trickles off his body, it makes you squirm under him, a restless pull urging you upwards. you’re met with his hard-on, slipping through the mess in your folds.

joel gives himself a tug and then lines up with your entrance, pushing into you with a low moan. he’s always a stretch, the girth of him causing you to wince. he softly kisses the tense furrow of your brow till he’s buried to hilt. 

“so deep, y-you’re so–” you whine through gritted teeth.

the smile that spreads across his face is shit-eating, you’d wipe it off if you had the wherewithal to do anything but lay there and feel. “yeah but ya take it so good, don't you honey? always take me perfectly.”

joel gives a shallow thrust, barely drawing back to push in further. his tip nudges at your cervix and you want to scream. you settle for digging your nails into his shoulder, pain sparks under the crescent shaped indents that you leave and shoot right down to his dick. 

he leans down to drag the tip of his nose across the edges of your face, planting barely there kisses as he goes. it's tortuous, the rate at which he pounds into you but is seemingly unaffected enough to blanket you the way he is. he loves you so much.

your thighs strain as he pushes them higher, reaching unfathomable depths inside you. joel grunts, in effort and in agony, as you clench around him, face tightening as he tries to keep his rhythm. you can feel him in his entirety, the ridges of his cock rubbing against your walls, the drag of a protruding vein doing nothing but driving you closer to release. the coarse hairs littered above his cock rub against your clit and your teeth sink into your lip, hard. call it instinct. he’ll have none of that.

he presses a thumb to your chin, pulling your lips apart, “aw, angel girl. feel good?”

“yeah, so good. mmph–fuck me so good, baby,” you whimper, words pushed out through desperate moans, high and rampant.

he chuckles, low and pleased, “y’always make such good sounds for me, should fuck you more often so i can hear this all the time. sweet little pussy can't help herself either, can she? so wet, she's soakin’ me.”

“joel,” you gasp at a particularly meaningful thrust, anchoring yourself to the moment. it hits you without warning, a spark set off by the obscenities still flowing out of his mouth. whatever he was saying was beyond you now, a comforting familiar murmur as your orgasm washes over you. you hear the tail end of a good girl as you come to again.

“keep going,” you whisper. you hold his face between your hands, looking at him through the daze. his features shine out like a beacon, you push the hair out of his face. unobstructed, your eyes trail over the faint tan, sunkissed, over the high points of his face, the result of how much he's been doing, how much he still is. 

“you are so, so wonderful, so good at everything you do, i don't know how you do it,” you murmur, gaze drenched in reverence. 

joel tries to speak then, eyes glazing over, to give himself a moment before you continue. to compose himself before the back of his neck grows too hot to handle, he has to hold it together otherwise he cant fuck you like he wants. it's not often the praise gets whirled back at him.

“need you to cum, joel,” you sigh. “fill me up, please.”

the quiet please does him in. his hips stutter, messy and impetuous as he chases his high. the peak crashes and he spills into you with a shout, muffled over where his lips press to your forehead.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, casting your hand over his back, rubbing in soothing strokes. he flips over with a tired huff. you’re lazily draped over his body, face smushed in his chest.

“i mean it, y’know,” you mumble. joel has to strain his ears to hear you, because you aren't making any effort to move. “you’re so capable, i can't handle it. i can barely control myself from shoving my hand down my pants around you.”

“hey, i’m not complainin’,” his voice rumbles under your cheek, stupid and smug.

you give him a hard poke in the stomach, to which he winces at, and then you continue. “all that being said, i think you’re just neat.”

he's smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt, he's glad you can't see him and tease him about it. “right back at’cha, sweetheart.”

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[willgrahamscock]

ai could never outdo my beautiful perverted mutuals

[millers-ghost]

𝒓𝒖𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚, 𝒓𝒖𝒏.

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summary: You couldn't stand another day staring out the window wishing for fairytales. You were going to talk to Mr. Miller when he returned today. Tell him you're done. That you needed more. You expected him to be angry, tell you no. What you didn't expect is what happened next.

warnings: dub-con kind of, fauxcest if you squint, dd/lg if you squint even harder, stockholm syndrome if you're delusional like me, p in v sex, predator/prey, reader is running for her life, dark!joel but he loves you, kissing, explicit content, oral sex f!receiving, biting, marking, pet names, daddy kink, mentions of violence, mentions of death, mentions of traumatic events, gore, blood, angst, joel is desperate, alternate universe, bondage, dead dove: do not eat.

word count: 3.4K

notes: ᯓ‎♪ Pretty When You Cry by Lana Del Ray Hello friends! This concept came to me in a dream the other night and I simply had to write it. I am a sucker for a "Joel is trying to be morally correct, but reader is just too damn pretty" trope. Also, can you imagine Joel chasing you through the woods??? Anyways, as always please heed my warnings and enjoy!

The cold November mud stuck to the soles of your bare feet as you sprinted through the trees. It felt like a million icy daggers were stabbing into your lungs while you whimpered and wheezed. But you couldn't stop. Mr. Miller said this would be “fun.”

──── ୨୧ ────

You'd been so bored in the small wooden cabin he built off the river, trying to find anything to amuse yourself. Sewing, cooking, cleaning, reading; it all ended the same. You'd stare out the window, daydreaming about the life you wish you had.

You'd read about girls who went to college, lived in big cities, had boyfriends. Mr. Miller was certainly not your boyfriend. No matter how many times you'd woken up to soaked panties, whimpering his name before you even knew you were awake. But he wasn't your father either.

He had found you a few years prior, you were only fifteen at the time. Your camp had been overrun by infected and you were the only survivor. On your own for almost six months, you collapsed one day near the icy river. Joel had been out hunting as he usually is, not hesitating to pluck you from the frozen water and nurse you back to health. He told you that your skin was as blue as the sky, snow clinging to your eyelashes, barely breathing. From that day forward, he vowed to take care of you as his own. He'd never let you starve. Freeze. Want for anything.

But you were nineteen now and in many ways, still as little as the day he found you. You were naive to the horrors of the world, only five when everything fell apart. Your parents did a good job of protecting you, allowing you to hold onto that childlike whimsy. It was a blessing and a curse. Joel didn't enjoy having to teach you how to take down an infected, seeing your fear as you cried. You wouldn't even look at him for two days after. That nearly broke him.

Joel always tried to see you as nothing more than a roommate . A companion. But he couldn't deny the way your curves had filled out your clothes the past few years. The tiny moans that would escape your sweet mouth as he slept next to you. He cursed himself each time his pants grew a little tighter when you'd bend over to grab firewood. He wouldn't be the one to take your innocence. He really tried.

But one day, you finally caved.

It started as any other day did; Mr. Miller left at the crack of dawn to find food for the week, you tossed and turned in bed due to the loss of warmth, eventually rising and preparing to clean the cabin. But everything was already wiped down, all the game secured in the freezer, laundry washed.

You couldn't stand another day staring out the window wishing for fairytales. You were going to talk to Mr. Miller when he returned today. Tell him you're done. That you needed more. So, when he busted into the cabin covered in snow and dead leaves, you were sitting at the kitchen table with your rehearsed speech practically falling off your tongue.

You expected him to be angry, tell you no. And you'd yell back that you're an adult and you don't need him anymore. What you didn't expect was what happened next.

“Looks good in here, bunny.” Joel flashed you a smile as he sat his gear down in the living room, crossing the floor in only a few steps as he made his way to the fridge.

His musky scent filled your senses as he passed you, a strand of your hair blowing back behind your exposed shoulder. Joel would always nag at you to wear more layers, mostly so he could shove down the dirty thoughts. But it was warm enough in the cabin that you didn't mind walking around half naked. Besides.. it was Mr. Miller. He's basically raised you these past few years.

“Thank you, sir.” You could taste metallic on your tongue from how torn up your cheek was, your teeth gnawing on as you picked at your raw fingers.

“Got a deer for the week, not too bad. We gotta start rationin’ soon before it gets too cold out to hunt. Maybe I should build another freez-” Joel paused when he finally laid eyes on you, shaking like a leaf, holding onto the dining table for dear life. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing, sir. Just- could you sit down? I wanna talk to you.” You gestured to the seat across from you, sitting down yourself.

His brows furrowed, worn eyes crinkling as he sat down with hesitation. The last time you sat time down like this, you told him the story of how your camp was overrun. He remembered how you cried, choked on your sobs as you told him of your father’s demise. He held you all night, even brought out one of his old records to soothe you.

“Scarin’ me, bunny. Talk to me.” Joel's hands laid flat on his jean clad thighs, big brown eyes as dark as his leather jacket.

“I've been thinking lately.” You took a deep breath, smoothed out your white lace dress in an attempt to compose yourself. It didn't work. The room started to spin as you looked him in the eye. “I wanna leave. I wanna take the trip to Jackson.. on my own. You've been putting it off for years, Joel.” Your posture slouched when you saw the way his jaw clenched at the name.

He didn't speak at first. He needed to think. The only reason he put it off for so long was because he knew you couldn't survive that trip. States away, it would take weeks. Months. You were too innocent, too weak, too helpless. He'd never put you in harm's way if he could help it.

“Leave?” Joel readjusted in the old creaky dining chair, huffing and letting a dark chuckle slip past his pursed lips. “You wouldn't last a goddamn hour out there on your own.”

Your timidness and anxiety slowly morphed into soft anger, fists clenched under the table. Your cheeks flushed as you snapped back at him. “I’m not a fucking child, Joel! Even if you treat me like one, I’m not. I don't need you. I need more than this stupid cabin in these stupid woods!” The tears that pricked at your lashes pissed you off even more.

Joel’s brooding expression quickly turned into one filled with amusement. “Oh? Is that so, bunny. Hm..” He stood slowly, standing there statuesque as he stared down at you. All of his morals seemed to fly out the cabin window as he stepped closer to you, his hand falling to cup your cheek while he kneeled down in front of you.

“We’ll see about that. Get up.”

──── ୨୧ ────

So, there you were; running for your life half a mile from home. You cursed him in your head as your bare feet continued to ache, sticks and rocks digging into your heels. He was a sick and twisted man…why were your thighs sticky from your pooling slick?

“Run, bunny, run!” Joel wasn't far behind you, his knuckles were white from the tight grip on his shotgun. He had no intention of using it. But he needed to scare you. Show you the dangers he'd spent the past four years protecting you from. He ignored the way his jeans hugged his growing bulge, keeping on after you.

His voice rang through your ears as you picked up the pace, cutting through a small group of pine trees. “If you win, you leave. But if I win, bunny..” Joel didn't elaborate any further. And you wouldn't admit to the excitement that pulsed through your veins when you took the first step out the door.

You stopped when you reached the last tree before a huge clearing to catch your breath. You never had to run like this; for your freedom. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, throat scratchy from the harsh winter air. Snow began to fall.

“Gonna get cold out here, babydoll. Come on out.. come home.” Joel's knees cracked with every step, his body growing too old for this kind of shit. But he didn't care. All that filled his mind was the thought of his reward for catching you.

You peeked out from the right side of the large pine, seeing the coast was clear to take off again. But just as your leg propelled forward, you felt rough, calloused hands wrap around your waist. You shrieked out, fighting against him to no avail. He won.

“Seems you weren't fast enough, bunny. Such a shame.. you were so close.” He scooped you up in his arms before you could protest any longer, securing your legs around his waist as he walked the two of you back home..

In the back of your mind, you knew you wouldn't win. Yet you let him chase you anyway. Part of you liked it. The other part was terrified. If you ever did want to get away.. you couldn't. The worry was gone soon enough, though, the scent of his musk stained flannel soothed you as he carried you into the warm cabin.

Joel didn't bother taking off any of his gear before taking you to the bedroom. He tossed you down on the bed, your body bounced up and down on the rusty springs with a squeak.

“J-Joel..?” You barely completed your thought before his hands were on you again, snaking up your thighs and resting on your hips.

The sensation pulled a choked gasp from your raw throat, your hips bucked up against his grip as you pushed at his shoulders. “Joel, what are you doing?!”

“Stop callin’ me Joel, sweetheart. Jesus, you're freezin’.” His harsh rasp turned soft as he continued caressing your trembling body, his heart nearly gave out when a whimper escaped you as he brushed his thumb along the hemline of your cotton panties. You were an angel. You were his.

“You know why you're soaked right now, baby?” He held eye contact with you as he climbed on top of you, resting between your thighs as he breathed in your sickeningly sweet scent in between your neck and shoulder.

Shivers shot up and down your spine as his lips grazed your soft skin, it felt like fire burning you. You couldn't find the words to speak, too stunned to even move. You'd dreamt of this moment plenty of times before. But you never expected it to happen. You never expected Joel to want you the way you need him. Because no matter how bored you get, how stuck you feel; you would always need Joel Miller. You shook your head “no” at him.

“Oh, poor girl.” Joel’s fingers trailed down to your chest, taking your pebbled nipple in his hand and rolled it between his index and thumb. “It's because you're worked up. So damn worked up, you got mad. And that's fine, bunny.” He gripped your jaw roughly, forced you to look up at his unwavering authority. “But if you ever try to pull that shit again.. I will chain you up in the kitchen without thinkin’ twice. Got it?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” Your body responded for you before you could even register what he said. His hands on your body had your brain turning to mush, your legs spreading slightly for him out of instinct. He gave you a look of approval before he brought his face close to yours, his lips brushed up against your reddening cheek.

“Gonna be a good girl? Tell me if ya’ wanna stop?”

“Yes, sir.”

That was all Joel needed to press his lips to yours, kissing you softly as he dragged your dress over your head. You laid mostly naked under him, aside from your panties that were see-through at this point from your arousal. “Oh, bunny. Been thinkin’ ‘bout this for so long.” His calloused fingers snaked down to rest on top of your clothed core, a guttural groan escaped him. “Seems you have to.”

“E-Every night. I dream about you..” You didn't know where the sudden honesty came from, and you immediately regretted saying anything when he looked up at you with a raised brow. “Is that so? Knew those sweet moans were for me, baby.”

He couldn't hold off any longer, his erection bordering on painful as his zipper dug into his sensitive tip. Joel's lips latched onto your neck, sucking and biting softly until you were marked as his. He left a trail of red and purple marks down your chest until he reached your breast. His large hand enveloped the other as he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked lightly, swirling his tongue to soothe the sting.

You were squirming beneath him, pulling at his messy salt and pepper curls as you panted. It was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. Joel’s warm breath soothed your icy skin while you grinded up into him looking for any sort of friction. You were throbbing, clenching around nothing as your feet rested on his back.

He finally released your over sensitive nipple with a pop, smirking down at you while he growled. “Be patient, bunny. Gonna take my time with ya’. Be nice and gentle.”

Joel’s scruff scratched against your soft tummy as he kissed down to the pink lace that lined your panties, taking them between his teeth as he pulled them down to your shaking thighs. The rush of air that blew against your aching cunt had you fighting the urge to scream, your legs spread fully now as you beamed down at Joel needily. “Please.. please, sir.”

“Don't gotta beg, sweet girl..” He reached his hand up to your face and pushed his thumb in between your lips, gathering saliva off your tongue. He thought about how you'd look with those pretty, soft lips wrapped around his rock hard cock. Not today, he told himself.

He brought his, now lubricated, thumb down to your swollen clit. He chuckled as you jumped up off the bed, his free hand resting on your hip bone to hold you down. “Just relax, sweet thing. I gotcha..” He started rubbing slow, tight circles on the sensitive nub as you whined and thrashed under his harsh grip. He'd never seen something so beautiful.

“N-Need more.. need you inside..” You clawed at him, grinded into his thumb as you felt yourself already nearing the edge of your orgasm. You'd never cum before. You'd tried on your own, but could never get it just right. Joel did. He knew exactly the pace to set, where to touch.

He gazed at your leaking hole as he quickened his circles, rubbing up and down your waist as you fell apart underneath him. “There ya’ go, honey. Such a good girl.. cummin for your old man.”

You were shaking, twitching softly every few seconds as you came down from your high. You thought that was it, that was sex. So, when he licked a long stripe from your quivering hole to your overstimulated clit, your whole body jerked. “Jo-” You had half the mind to correct yourself. “S-Sir, what're you.. oh my god.”

Your hands rested in his hair as he wrapped his lips around your throbbing clit and teased your entrance with his index finger. “Shhh, trust me. You're safe here. Safe with me, bunny.”

Your body was jello under him now, your legs fell apart and your head tilted back against the pillow as he licked and sucked at you like it was his last meal. It nearly sent you into a second orgasm as he pushed one finger into you. He groaned against your cunt as it sucked him in, spitting on your clit and watching it drip down to your hole as he pushed more inside of you.

“Gotta stretch you out, bunny. Gonna fit this whole cock in ya..” You quivered and moaned obscenely as he began thrusting in and out of you softly, pressing quick kisses to your clit. You nearly saw stats when he added a second finger. He sat up, holding you tighter as he fucked in and out of you while he unbuttoned his flannel.

Once he was undressed down to his boxers, he took his fingers out of you with a groan, shoved his fingers in his mouth to lick up all of your arousal. You tasted so damn sweet.

Tears threatened to fall from your lash line as he positioned himself between your thighs, grinding his clothed bulge into your soaked core as he leaned down and kissed you once again. “This okay, bunny? Wanna.. feel you. Goddamn.” He cupped your blushed cheeks, peppering kisses over your face. He'd dreamt about this for months.

You wrapped your arms around his biceps, pulling him closer to crash your lips against his. “Yes, please. Please.. daddy.” Your eyes widened as you surprised yourself with the name.

And that was it. That broke him.

Joel's boxers were across the room in an instant as he grabbed your hips, pulling you up against him as his tip nudged against your worn clit. “Yeah, baby? So needy for daddy’s cock.. I’ll give it to ya’.. hold on, bunny. Daddy’s got ya. Oh, fuck..” His head tilted back against his shoulder blades as he thrusted just the tip of his leaking cock into your warm, tight cunt.

You could tell he was huge just from that, you hissed out quietly and held onto him tighter. As you looked into his eyes, you knew you could trust him. You'd always trusted him. Just in a different way, now.

“Relax, babygirl. Gonna.. holy shit.. go slow.” He inched in slightly deeper, letting you adjust. It took him five full minutes before he bottomed out, grunting and moaning when he felt his balls hit your ass.

You'd never felt so full before, your walls squeezing his length as you gasped and moaned into his ear. You whined something that sounded like “please” before he pulled out almost fully and thrusted back into you. You swore you could feel him in your stomach, your legs flew up and wrapped around his hips as he set a slow rhythm.

“So good for me. Takin’ this cock. It's all yours, baby.” Joel moaned deeply as he continued fucking you harder, bringing his hand up to hold your face. “And you're mine. Say it. Tell me you're mine.” He smirked as his balls slapped against your ass, a mix of precum and slick dripping down onto the bed between your thighs.

“I’m y-yours, daddy. Forever. A-All yours.. don't stop. Never stop.” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt your second climax nearing closer. “G-Gonna.. daddy.. I need to pee.” You clawed at his arms, not able to hold in your whimpers and moans.

“Ohhh, sweet baby. Come on, girl. Cum on this dick. Squirt on daddy’s cock. Come on.” Joel struggled to hold in his own release as he lifted your leg up, bringing his hand down to rub your clit again as he fucked you deeper than before. You couldn't protest anymore before you were screaming, your cries echoing off the cabin walls as you squirted all over your thighs and his length.

“Good fuckin’ girl… take my cum. Take my fuckin’.. ohhh..” Joel grunted as his thrusts became sloppy, his grip bordering on bruising as he painted your tight walls white with his warm seed. Rope after rope. Years of tension finally gone. Into you.

He collapsed onto your trembling body, breathing heavily as he held you closer and kissed every inch of you he could reach. “Did so good for me. My perfect angel.”

You both groaned in unison as he pulled out, his body falling to the side of you as he tucked you in. Joel enveloped you, your back to his chest as he rubbed down your waist and kissed the back of your head. You'd never felt safer than you did at that moment. All you could think of was Joel. His touch, his scent, his voice.

You realized how stupid you were to want more. Because all you needed was right there. Joel Miller was, and is, everything you will ever need.

© all works and posts property of millers-ghost (est. 2026)

[rawndoldersupremacist]

to have the joel miller chase me down then fuck me when he catches me… soaked.

[millers-ghost]

thank you, sweet girl. he is indeed the hottest fictional man to ever walk the earth and i will die on this hill. let's just say.. he may chase again sometime soon. 🙂‍↕️

[millers-ghost]

𝒓𝒖𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚, 𝒓𝒖𝒏.

masterlist | ao3

summary: You couldn't stand another day staring out the window wishing for fairytales. You were going to talk to Mr. Miller when he returned today. Tell him you're done. That you needed more. You expected him to be angry, tell you no. What you didn't expect is what happened next.

warnings: dub-con kind of, fauxcest if you squint, dd/lg if you squint even harder, stockholm syndrome if you're delusional like me, p in v sex, predator/prey, reader is running for her life, dark!joel but he loves you, kissing, explicit content, oral sex f!receiving, biting, marking, pet names, daddy kink, mentions of violence, mentions of death, mentions of traumatic events, gore, blood, angst, joel is desperate, alternate universe, bondage, dead dove: do not eat.

word count: 3.4K

notes: ᯓ‎♪ Pretty When You Cry by Lana Del Ray Hello friends! This concept came to me in a dream the other night and I simply had to write it. I am a sucker for a "Joel is trying to be morally correct, but reader is just too damn pretty" trope. Also, can you imagine Joel chasing you through the woods??? Anyways, as always please heed my warnings and enjoy!

The cold November mud stuck to the soles of your bare feet as you sprinted through the trees. It felt like a million icy daggers were stabbing into your lungs while you whimpered and wheezed. But you couldn't stop. Mr. Miller said this would be “fun.”

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You'd been so bored in the small wooden cabin he built off the river, trying to find anything to amuse yourself. Sewing, cooking, cleaning, reading; it all ended the same. You'd stare out the window, daydreaming about the life you wish you had.

You'd read about girls who went to college, lived in big cities, had boyfriends. Mr. Miller was certainly not your boyfriend. No matter how many times you'd woken up to soaked panties, whimpering his name before you even knew you were awake. But he wasn't your father either.

He had found you a few years prior, you were only fifteen at the time. Your camp had been overrun by infected and you were the only survivor. On your own for almost six months, you collapsed one day near the icy river. Joel had been out hunting as he usually is, not hesitating to pluck you from the frozen water and nurse you back to health. He told you that your skin was as blue as the sky, snow clinging to your eyelashes, barely breathing. From that day forward, he vowed to take care of you as his own. He'd never let you starve. Freeze. Want for anything.

But you were nineteen now and in many ways, still as little as the day he found you. You were naive to the horrors of the world, only five when everything fell apart. Your parents did a good job of protecting you, allowing you to hold onto that childlike whimsy. It was a blessing and a curse. Joel didn't enjoy having to teach you how to take down an infected, seeing your fear as you cried. You wouldn't even look at him for two days after. That nearly broke him.

Joel always tried to see you as nothing more than a roommate . A companion. But he couldn't deny the way your curves had filled out your clothes the past few years. The tiny moans that would escape your sweet mouth as he slept next to you. He cursed himself each time his pants grew a little tighter when you'd bend over to grab firewood. He wouldn't be the one to take your innocence. He really tried.

But one day, you finally caved.

It started as any other day did; Mr. Miller left at the crack of dawn to find food for the week, you tossed and turned in bed due to the loss of warmth, eventually rising and preparing to clean the cabin. But everything was already wiped down, all the game secured in the freezer, laundry washed.

You couldn't stand another day staring out the window wishing for fairytales. You were going to talk to Mr. Miller when he returned today. Tell him you're done. That you needed more. So, when he busted into the cabin covered in snow and dead leaves, you were sitting at the kitchen table with your rehearsed speech practically falling off your tongue.

You expected him to be angry, tell you no. And you'd yell back that you're an adult and you don't need him anymore. What you didn't expect was what happened next.

“Looks good in here, bunny.” Joel flashed you a smile as he sat his gear down in the living room, crossing the floor in only a few steps as he made his way to the fridge.

His musky scent filled your senses as he passed you, a strand of your hair blowing back behind your exposed shoulder. Joel would always nag at you to wear more layers, mostly so he could shove down the dirty thoughts. But it was warm enough in the cabin that you didn't mind walking around half naked. Besides.. it was Mr. Miller. He's basically raised you these past few years.

“Thank you, sir.” You could taste metallic on your tongue from how torn up your cheek was, your teeth gnawing on as you picked at your raw fingers.

“Got a deer for the week, not too bad. We gotta start rationin’ soon before it gets too cold out to hunt. Maybe I should build another freez-” Joel paused when he finally laid eyes on you, shaking like a leaf, holding onto the dining table for dear life. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing, sir. Just- could you sit down? I wanna talk to you.” You gestured to the seat across from you, sitting down yourself.

His brows furrowed, worn eyes crinkling as he sat down with hesitation. The last time you sat time down like this, you told him the story of how your camp was overrun. He remembered how you cried, choked on your sobs as you told him of your father’s demise. He held you all night, even brought out one of his old records to soothe you.

“Scarin’ me, bunny. Talk to me.” Joel's hands laid flat on his jean clad thighs, big brown eyes as dark as his leather jacket.

“I've been thinking lately.” You took a deep breath, smoothed out your white lace dress in an attempt to compose yourself. It didn't work. The room started to spin as you looked him in the eye. “I wanna leave. I wanna take the trip to Jackson.. on my own. You've been putting it off for years, Joel.” Your posture slouched when you saw the way his jaw clenched at the name.

He didn't speak at first. He needed to think. The only reason he put it off for so long was because he knew you couldn't survive that trip. States away, it would take weeks. Months. You were too innocent, too weak, too helpless. He'd never put you in harm's way if he could help it.

“Leave?” Joel readjusted in the old creaky dining chair, huffing and letting a dark chuckle slip past his pursed lips. “You wouldn't last a goddamn hour out there on your own.”

Your timidness and anxiety slowly morphed into soft anger, fists clenched under the table. Your cheeks flushed as you snapped back at him. “I’m not a fucking child, Joel! Even if you treat me like one, I’m not. I don't need you. I need more than this stupid cabin in these stupid woods!” The tears that pricked at your lashes pissed you off even more.

Joel’s brooding expression quickly turned into one filled with amusement. “Oh? Is that so, bunny. Hm..” He stood slowly, standing there statuesque as he stared down at you. All of his morals seemed to fly out the cabin window as he stepped closer to you, his hand falling to cup your cheek while he kneeled down in front of you.

“We’ll see about that. Get up.”

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So, there you were; running for your life half a mile from home. You cursed him in your head as your bare feet continued to ache, sticks and rocks digging into your heels. He was a sick and twisted man…why were your thighs sticky from your pooling slick?

“Run, bunny, run!” Joel wasn't far behind you, his knuckles were white from the tight grip on his shotgun. He had no intention of using it. But he needed to scare you. Show you the dangers he'd spent the past four years protecting you from. He ignored the way his jeans hugged his growing bulge, keeping on after you.

His voice rang through your ears as you picked up the pace, cutting through a small group of pine trees. “If you win, you leave. But if I win, bunny..” Joel didn't elaborate any further. And you wouldn't admit to the excitement that pulsed through your veins when you took the first step out the door.

You stopped when you reached the last tree before a huge clearing to catch your breath. You never had to run like this; for your freedom. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, throat scratchy from the harsh winter air. Snow began to fall.

“Gonna get cold out here, babydoll. Come on out.. come home.” Joel's knees cracked with every step, his body growing too old for this kind of shit. But he didn't care. All that filled his mind was the thought of his reward for catching you.

You peeked out from the right side of the large pine, seeing the coast was clear to take off again. But just as your leg propelled forward, you felt rough, calloused hands wrap around your waist. You shrieked out, fighting against him to no avail. He won.

“Seems you weren't fast enough, bunny. Such a shame.. you were so close.” He scooped you up in his arms before you could protest any longer, securing your legs around his waist as he walked the two of you back home..

In the back of your mind, you knew you wouldn't win. Yet you let him chase you anyway. Part of you liked it. The other part was terrified. If you ever did want to get away.. you couldn't. The worry was gone soon enough, though, the scent of his musk stained flannel soothed you as he carried you into the warm cabin.

Joel didn't bother taking off any of his gear before taking you to the bedroom. He tossed you down on the bed, your body bounced up and down on the rusty springs with a squeak.

“J-Joel..?” You barely completed your thought before his hands were on you again, snaking up your thighs and resting on your hips.

The sensation pulled a choked gasp from your raw throat, your hips bucked up against his grip as you pushed at his shoulders. “Joel, what are you doing?!”

“Stop callin’ me Joel, sweetheart. Jesus, you're freezin’.” His harsh rasp turned soft as he continued caressing your trembling body, his heart nearly gave out when a whimper escaped you as he brushed his thumb along the hemline of your cotton panties. You were an angel. You were his.

“You know why you're soaked right now, baby?” He held eye contact with you as he climbed on top of you, resting between your thighs as he breathed in your sickeningly sweet scent in between your neck and shoulder.

Shivers shot up and down your spine as his lips grazed your soft skin, it felt like fire burning you. You couldn't find the words to speak, too stunned to even move. You'd dreamt of this moment plenty of times before. But you never expected it to happen. You never expected Joel to want you the way you need him. Because no matter how bored you get, how stuck you feel; you would always need Joel Miller. You shook your head “no” at him.

“Oh, poor girl.” Joel’s fingers trailed down to your chest, taking your pebbled nipple in his hand and rolled it between his index and thumb. “It's because you're worked up. So damn worked up, you got mad. And that's fine, bunny.” He gripped your jaw roughly, forced you to look up at his unwavering authority. “But if you ever try to pull that shit again.. I will chain you up in the kitchen without thinkin’ twice. Got it?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” Your body responded for you before you could even register what he said. His hands on your body had your brain turning to mush, your legs spreading slightly for him out of instinct. He gave you a look of approval before he brought his face close to yours, his lips brushed up against your reddening cheek.

“Gonna be a good girl? Tell me if ya’ wanna stop?”

“Yes, sir.”

That was all Joel needed to press his lips to yours, kissing you softly as he dragged your dress over your head. You laid mostly naked under him, aside from your panties that were see-through at this point from your arousal. “Oh, bunny. Been thinkin’ ‘bout this for so long.” His calloused fingers snaked down to rest on top of your clothed core, a guttural groan escaped him. “Seems you have to.”

“E-Every night. I dream about you..” You didn't know where the sudden honesty came from, and you immediately regretted saying anything when he looked up at you with a raised brow. “Is that so? Knew those sweet moans were for me, baby.”

He couldn't hold off any longer, his erection bordering on painful as his zipper dug into his sensitive tip. Joel's lips latched onto your neck, sucking and biting softly until you were marked as his. He left a trail of red and purple marks down your chest until he reached your breast. His large hand enveloped the other as he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked lightly, swirling his tongue to soothe the sting.

You were squirming beneath him, pulling at his messy salt and pepper curls as you panted. It was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. Joel’s warm breath soothed your icy skin while you grinded up into him looking for any sort of friction. You were throbbing, clenching around nothing as your feet rested on his back.

He finally released your over sensitive nipple with a pop, smirking down at you while he growled. “Be patient, bunny. Gonna take my time with ya’. Be nice and gentle.”

Joel’s scruff scratched against your soft tummy as he kissed down to the pink lace that lined your panties, taking them between his teeth as he pulled them down to your shaking thighs. The rush of air that blew against your aching cunt had you fighting the urge to scream, your legs spread fully now as you beamed down at Joel needily. “Please.. please, sir.”

“Don't gotta beg, sweet girl..” He reached his hand up to your face and pushed his thumb in between your lips, gathering saliva off your tongue. He thought about how you'd look with those pretty, soft lips wrapped around his rock hard cock. Not today, he told himself.

He brought his, now lubricated, thumb down to your swollen clit. He chuckled as you jumped up off the bed, his free hand resting on your hip bone to hold you down. “Just relax, sweet thing. I gotcha..” He started rubbing slow, tight circles on the sensitive nub as you whined and thrashed under his harsh grip. He'd never seen something so beautiful.

“N-Need more.. need you inside..” You clawed at him, grinded into his thumb as you felt yourself already nearing the edge of your orgasm. You'd never cum before. You'd tried on your own, but could never get it just right. Joel did. He knew exactly the pace to set, where to touch.

He gazed at your leaking hole as he quickened his circles, rubbing up and down your waist as you fell apart underneath him. “There ya’ go, honey. Such a good girl.. cummin for your old man.”

You were shaking, twitching softly every few seconds as you came down from your high. You thought that was it, that was sex. So, when he licked a long stripe from your quivering hole to your overstimulated clit, your whole body jerked. “Jo-” You had half the mind to correct yourself. “S-Sir, what're you.. oh my god.”

Your hands rested in his hair as he wrapped his lips around your throbbing clit and teased your entrance with his index finger. “Shhh, trust me. You're safe here. Safe with me, bunny.”

Your body was jello under him now, your legs fell apart and your head tilted back against the pillow as he licked and sucked at you like it was his last meal. It nearly sent you into a second orgasm as he pushed one finger into you. He groaned against your cunt as it sucked him in, spitting on your clit and watching it drip down to your hole as he pushed more inside of you.

“Gotta stretch you out, bunny. Gonna fit this whole cock in ya..” You quivered and moaned obscenely as he began thrusting in and out of you softly, pressing quick kisses to your clit. You nearly saw stats when he added a second finger. He sat up, holding you tighter as he fucked in and out of you while he unbuttoned his flannel.

Once he was undressed down to his boxers, he took his fingers out of you with a groan, shoved his fingers in his mouth to lick up all of your arousal. You tasted so damn sweet.

Tears threatened to fall from your lash line as he positioned himself between your thighs, grinding his clothed bulge into your soaked core as he leaned down and kissed you once again. “This okay, bunny? Wanna.. feel you. Goddamn.” He cupped your blushed cheeks, peppering kisses over your face. He'd dreamt about this for months.

You wrapped your arms around his biceps, pulling him closer to crash your lips against his. “Yes, please. Please.. daddy.” Your eyes widened as you surprised yourself with the name.

And that was it. That broke him.

Joel's boxers were across the room in an instant as he grabbed your hips, pulling you up against him as his tip nudged against your worn clit. “Yeah, baby? So needy for daddy’s cock.. I’ll give it to ya’.. hold on, bunny. Daddy’s got ya. Oh, fuck..” His head tilted back against his shoulder blades as he thrusted just the tip of his leaking cock into your warm, tight cunt.

You could tell he was huge just from that, you hissed out quietly and held onto him tighter. As you looked into his eyes, you knew you could trust him. You'd always trusted him. Just in a different way, now.

“Relax, babygirl. Gonna.. holy shit.. go slow.” He inched in slightly deeper, letting you adjust. It took him five full minutes before he bottomed out, grunting and moaning when he felt his balls hit your ass.

You'd never felt so full before, your walls squeezing his length as you gasped and moaned into his ear. You whined something that sounded like “please” before he pulled out almost fully and thrusted back into you. You swore you could feel him in your stomach, your legs flew up and wrapped around his hips as he set a slow rhythm.

“So good for me. Takin’ this cock. It's all yours, baby.” Joel moaned deeply as he continued fucking you harder, bringing his hand up to hold your face. “And you're mine. Say it. Tell me you're mine.” He smirked as his balls slapped against your ass, a mix of precum and slick dripping down onto the bed between your thighs.

“I’m y-yours, daddy. Forever. A-All yours.. don't stop. Never stop.” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt your second climax nearing closer. “G-Gonna.. daddy.. I need to pee.” You clawed at his arms, not able to hold in your whimpers and moans.

“Ohhh, sweet baby. Come on, girl. Cum on this dick. Squirt on daddy’s cock. Come on.” Joel struggled to hold in his own release as he lifted your leg up, bringing his hand down to rub your clit again as he fucked you deeper than before. You couldn't protest anymore before you were screaming, your cries echoing off the cabin walls as you squirted all over your thighs and his length.

“Good fuckin’ girl… take my cum. Take my fuckin’.. ohhh..” Joel grunted as his thrusts became sloppy, his grip bordering on bruising as he painted your tight walls white with his warm seed. Rope after rope. Years of tension finally gone. Into you.

He collapsed onto your trembling body, breathing heavily as he held you closer and kissed every inch of you he could reach. “Did so good for me. My perfect angel.”

You both groaned in unison as he pulled out, his body falling to the side of you as he tucked you in. Joel enveloped you, your back to his chest as he rubbed down your waist and kissed the back of your head. You'd never felt safer than you did at that moment. All you could think of was Joel. His touch, his scent, his voice.

You realized how stupid you were to want more. Because all you needed was right there. Joel Miller was, and is, everything you will ever need.

© all works and posts property of millers-ghost (est. 2026)

[ess-evo]

PPCU Horror Writing Challenge

Hi folks! I've had so much fun with past writing challenges I've taken part in, and I knew that I wanted to host one of my own once I hit 1k followers - and now we're here!! I am so, so grateful to each and every one of you. Entering this fandom, as well as the fanfic world in general, has been such a source of positivity and joy for me. I could get all sappy on you all, but just know that if we've ever had an interaction, or even if you're a silent follower whose handle I recognize as it comes across my notifications, I am incredibly appreciative of you.

Now for the challenge! I'm combining my two favorite things - PPCU & horror. If you don't typically write horror/dark themes, please do not be scared off! Horror is such a broad genre, and if any of the tropes below interest you, I'd love if you joined. The 'tropes' listed include various genres, character types, and themes/sub-genres.

How it works: Pick a PPCU character of your choosing from the list below, and then choose a horror trope from the corresponding list. I'm also happy to help - so if you're having trouble, or just want it to be fun and randomized, let me know and I can either choose the character for you, the trope, or both! Just send me an ask with your Pedro character and the horror trope you'd like (or ask me to choose for you). There can be repeats of characters, but not repeats of tropes. I will update the list as we go.

I'm setting an initial deadline of September 15th - but please let me know if that does not seem feasible for you; I want everyone to be able to join who'd like to! Please tag me when you post your fic and use the hashtag #ppcuhorrorchallenge.

PPCU Characters:

Joel Miller

Clint Flood

Din Djarin

Oberyn Martell

Javier Pena

Marcus Acacius

Reed Richards

Dieter Bravo

Frankie Morales

Harry Castillo

Horror Tropes:

Slasher

Aliens/Sci-Fi

Clowns

Haunting

Shapeshifter

Vampire

Undead/Living Dead

Werewolf

Abandoned Area

Creepy Cemetery

Vampire Hunter

Haunted Castle

Creepy Basement

Murder/Serial Killer

Asylum

Yandere

Mutual Kill

Hidden Evil

Cult

Demonic Possession

tagging some moots who might be interested (absolutely no pressure at all): @millers-ghost @sawymredfox @millermouth @arcane-fox @reedispunk @bbyviolakayworks @pearlessance @beardedjoel @tateypots @kokoluwie @toxicanonymity @missadangel @cozymochaa @petalsinblood @rosharanfiction @shadowqueen2024 @mytearsricochetm @baronessvonglitter @bemyluvr @isabellaboo2025 @aurorawritestoescape @mcthsman @honey-moon-13 @milla-frenchy @time-for-my-weekly-spanking @cinnxmxngxrl @hauntedinkk @broad-shouldrs

[dreamedaboutitinthedark]

Who's Your Daddy Now?

Summary: As you settle into your new house, Joel grows worried that you'll soon realize you're too good for him. You take offense and remind him whose bed he's sleeping in. This was an anon request: "Please I’m begging you on my hands and knees for pt.3 of slimy Joel. I need to see them lovey dovey & f*ck nasty in the new house", but the original post wasn't showing in the tags, so we are reposting, so if you saw this a few minutes ago b/c you follow me, no you didn't.

Pairing: Pervy!Joel x Fem!Reader

Content warnings: alternative continuation to "Slimy" (see Pervy!Joel masterlist) mention of Viagra, unspecified age gap (whatever floats your boat), jealousy & insecurity, subby Joel, more dominant reader, dirty talk, angst, one mention of Joel's gut (duh), oral (F receiving), ruined orgasm, power play?, use of handcuffs, protected P-in-V, spanking, orgasm denial, heart-to-heart in the middle of sex, unexpected Daddy kink moment (if you don't want to be surprised, see end author's note)

Word count: 3,758

Read on ao3 here | Pervy!Joel Masterlist

Author's note: SHE'S FINALLY HEREEE!!! this anon has been in my inbox since late March, so whoever that was, I hope this was worth the wait! this is the (overdue) 400 follower celebration post!!! thanks for being here and reading and liking and commenting and reblogging!!!! it means the world to me!!!! also deviating from the one word title theme here because it worked too well and I didn't love the idea of titling it "Jealous" or something, so here we are, referencing Angelina Jolie in Mr. & Mrs. Smith. 500 follower celebration will hopefully be out sometime next week. I was too ambitious to say it could be posted the day after this. it's also the first taste of real angst for the Doctor Google universe, and I wanna get it right. anyways again, thanks first and foremost for 400 followers! I love you, please enjoy!!!

Panting, lying on the mattress with no bedframe in the middle of your new bedroom, Joel asks, “The hell is this?”

He just spent the last three hours, hopped up on Viagra, fucking you in all the rooms in your house, finishing here in your bedroom, and you’ve slipped something cool and metal into his sweaty palm.

Joel holds the item up in front of his face and bites back a smirk.

You’ve given him a goddamn spare key to your new house.

Oh, somebody likes him…

“Tell me, darlin’, would this happen to be the key to the shed you got in your backyard?” Joel asks, turning on his side to look at you, your breasts still heaving as you regain your composure.

You just roll your eyes and fix your gaze on the fast-moving ceiling fan above you.

Joel smiles and inches his face closer to yours.

“Or maybe it’s the spare key to your car? Hm? Am I gettin’ warmer?” he whispers in your ear.

You can feel his breath on your skin, but still you study the movement of the ceiling fan rather than entertain Joel.

“No? Hm, well… Maybe–and this is a wild guess–this key is the spare to this very house? Your new home?”

You roll your eyes and look down at the key in his hand. “I’ll take it back if you’re gonna be a—”

Joel immediately lies back and holds his hands up in mock surrender. 

“Nope. I get it. This was a sweet thing for you to do. Even I know when to quit,” he says. 

But does he?

A week later, you’re in the middle of unclogging your rain gutter. You looked it up; it was supposed to be easy, and it probably is, but it’s so fucking stuck, and you’re pulling so hard.

“Need some help?” asks a voice you don’t recognize.

You brush your hands off on your shorts and look up at a tall, slender man. Probably in his mid-thirties.

“Sorry?”

The man gestures toward the rain gutter. “Is it clogged?”

“Oh. Yeah, I’m struggling with it. I just moved in last week, and the forecast is calling for rain this weekend, so I’m trying to get it together, y’know?” you say, chuckling.

“Well, I’m Nick, three doors down on your right. House with the blue shutters. Anyway, I had the same problem when I moved in. If you’d like some help, I’d be happy to.”

You introduce yourself to Nick and accept his help, which takes the form of directing his leaf blower into the top of it, which does the trick.

You’re in the middle of thanking him when big hands wrap around your waist.

“Howdy, buddy.”

Nick looks up from demonstrating something related to the drain and makes eye contact with Joel.

“Uh, hi,” Nick says, clearly caught off guard, smiling nervously.

Joel extends his right hand out to Nick, but keeps the left one tight on your waist.

“I’m Joel. Gotta say, I find it mighty kind that you offered this sweetheart some big, manly help.”

“Nice to meet you, Joel. I’m Nick,” he says brightly, not quite catching Joel’s meaning as he shakes the man’s hand.

“Uh, I was just helping your lady with the drain pipe, just being neighborly.”

“Joel’s just my friend,” you correct, all too quickly for Joel’s liking.

Behind you, Joel shakes his head and smirks, as if to say to Nick, “Don’t believe this chick; I was balls deep in her just yesterday.”

“Uh, well, either way…” Nick says awkwardly, getting the feeling Joel would like some alone time with you, regardless of the true nature of your relationship. “We actually have a neighborhood get-together every other month. I’m hosting next Saturday at 4:00. You should come. Both of you.”

You smile kindly at Nick and step to the side, forcing Joel to let go of your waist. “I think that sounds great. But I think next weekend is when you have that work trip, isn’t it?” you say, looking from Nick to Joel, hoping to God that once again Joel will “know when to quit.”

Joel puts his hands on his hips and smiles, but you think it might be somewhat forced. 

“Well, I’m not sure, but just for you, I’ll check my schedule,” he says. Then he looks at Nick. “Thanks for the invite.”

Nick nods and mumbles a soft goodbye, then picks up his leafblower and heads home.

Without another word, you walk straight into your house, locking the door behind you.

You hear the door rattle, then you hear the key turn in the lock.

Fuck. You’re really regretting that now.

“What?” Joel bellows from the entryway, the sound carrying over to the living room where you sit on the couch. “ You embarrassed by me? That it? Don’t want your new fancy, suburban neighbors to know who you’re in bed with? Hm? Or is it that you got big ole heart eyes for Nick now? You move outta the trailer park and trade me in for a newer model?”

You scoff. Is he really being serious? He’s insecure? Joel Miller? The guy who smokes in his boxers on his front porch?

“God, you’re unbelievable,” you groan, leaning forward until your head touches your thighs.

“Well, ya ain’t denyin’ it,” he grumbles. “All I ask is that you’re straight up with me.”

“Okay, straight up? You’re acting like an insecure jerk!” you bite back, your head shooting up to get a good look at him.

That, paired with your angry expression, shuts Joel up for a second. He’s not the most in tune with his emotions, but then he didn’t think you were either. Maybe he did feel a pit settle in his stomach when he pulled into your driveway and saw you laughing at another (much younger) man’s joke. This man, who lives in a nice neighborhood instead of a trailer park and wears polo shirts instead of t-shirts and plaid, is probably a more appropriate choice for you now that you’re moving up in the world.

Aside from that, why is the prince unclogging your rain gutter and not Joel? Joel, who is admittedly rough around the edges, foul-mouthed, but incredibly capable of doing all kinds of arduous labor. Why not just ask Joel to do the simple task of unclogging your rain gutter?

“You fucking–”

You raise your eyebrows in response. “What, Joel? You never have a problem talking. What cat’s got your tongue?”

Joel narrows his eyes and picks up the throw pillow at the end of the couch, and throws it at your lap.

“That one!”

Your brows crinkle in irritation as he throws a fucking pillow at your crotch. You grab it and throw it back at him, hitting him in his soft gut.

“Fuck you!” you whisper-shout, now standing at your full height.

“My fucking pleasure,” he growls, pulling you to him by looping a finger in the elastic of your cotton shorts.

Joel tugs your bottoms and panties down, then shoves your thighs backward, causing you to lie back on the couch again.

He doesn’t waste any time; he starts licking at your pussy, but harder than he ever has before. It almost feels scratchy, like an animal’s tongue, but you’re too angry to say anything. You just lie back, your head resting on the arm of your couch, and let Joel work his frustrations out on your cunt. If nothing else, you know you’re at least getting an orgasm out of this.

Usually, Joel blubbers on and on with his lips moving sloppily against your pussy while he eats you out, but you don’t hear a peep from him besides his heavy breathing.

Obviously, he’s genuinely upset about something, but he’s a grown man of 47 years of age. If he wants to have a mature conversation with you, he can, but you won’t force anything out of him.

Even angry, the man can eat the fuck out of your pussy, alternating the length of his licks, the shapes he draws on your clit with his tongue. He squeezes your thighs around his head and practically breathes you in.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you whine.

Joel sucks your clit in between his teeth, and just before that coil in your lower belly has the chance to snap, he pulls away, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you shriek as Joel stands back up.

“No,” he says, a bit of a bite in his tone. “I ain’t fuckin’ kiddin’. You have fun at your neighborhood block party.”

Joel storms out of your house, leaving you with your shorts around your ankle, and you don’t hear from him for a week and a half.

//

You end up going to the get-together that Nick mentioned, hoping to make a good impression on your neighbors. They all seem to be nice people, if a bit boring. Just a bunch of polo and khaki-wearing PTA presidents. Not really your kind of people, but there isn’t anything wrong with socializing with them.

Nick asks you where Joel is, and you tell him that he did end up having a work trip, which puts too bright a glint in the man’s eye for your liking.

You’re one of the first to leave, and when you get home, you sit on your couch with a rom-com on the TV with a half-finished pint of ice cream in your hands.

What you need right now is to get fucked, what you want is Joel, but you don’t want to let him think he can get away with taking his insecurity out on your pussy and leave without speaking to you for over a week.

So you press the call button on his contact and wait for him to pick up.

“Does somebody miss me?” His voice is smug, and he’s obviously fucking pleased you were the first to break.

“Joel.” You feign worry as you speak. “Fuck, my bathroom sink won’t turn off. I don’t know what happened. It’s gonna flood the whole damn house, and I just spent a lot of money moving in here; I don’t really have the funds for a plumber or–”

“I’m on my way,” he says, the smugness in his voice immediately gone before he hangs up.

Perfect.

As you wait for Joel to arrive, you head to your bedroom after turning off the television and putting away the ice cream, where you light a candle to set the mood. You remove your clothes and freshen up in the bathroom before checking your drawer to make sure the item you need is there.

Shortly after, you hear the rumble of Joel’s truck approaching your driveway, the slam of the driver’s side door, and then the turn of the key in your front door.

“Baby?” he calls out.

He thought he’d hear running water, maybe a few frustrated shouts from you if your sink is on the brink of flooding your house.

When he turns the corner to your bedroom attached to your bathroom, he stops dead in his tracks.

You’re naked, posed on the bed like you’ve been lying in wait to seduce him.

“Oh… I take it someone got lonely?” he teases as he approaches your bed. “Somebody miss their daddy?”

You don’t say anything; you just smile softly and watch his hand wrap around your ankle and pull you toward him.

Joel smirks down at you and leans forward, balancing on his hands. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, which you reciprocate, but otherwise you stay still.

He keeps kissing you and lets his hands roam your body like he’s trying to memorize it.

After a few moments, you bury your hand in his hair and tug gently so you can look him in the eye, then whisper in his ear, “I wanna ride you.”

A smile creeps up Joel’s lips, and he stands up straight, unbuttoning his cotton button-down.

You arrange the pillows in a comfortable setup for him while he shucks off his jeans and kicks off his shoes.

Once he’s comfortable, sitting up against the headboard, you throw a leg over his lap and start grinding your cunt over his erection.

“I think you missed me, Joel,” you whisper. 

He huffs and raises an eyebrow, but for once in his goddamn life, he lets you do the talking. 

“I think you felt real stupid leaving my house last time. I bet you thought about this pussy,” you continue, grinding against his shaft a little harder as you say “pussy.”

You take his hands and cover your breasts with them, and he instinctively squeezes. 

“Bet you missed these, too,” you purr.

He only moans in response and rubs his thumbs over your nipples.

Then you take his hands by the wrists and hold them up.

“I want you to close your eyes for me,” you say.

“...Why?” he asks skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

“‘Cause it’ll be fun,” you sigh, trying not to get annoyed.

Joel rolls his eyes, then shuts them with a huff. 

“For you, maybe,” he grumbles under his breath.

You take hold of both his wrists with one hand and, slowly and as quietly as possible, reach into your bedside table’s drawer. You pull the item out as quietly as possible and push Joel’s joined wrists to rest against the headboard.

Joel shivers when he feels the metal of your headboard’s spindles brush against his skin, and then he hears a clicking sound, and he blinks his eyes open.

He tries to pull his hands away, but he can't. He’s stuck. 

You fucking bitch.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he demands.

You shrug and reach back into your drawer for a condom.

“I’m not the woman you ghost for a week because you got insecure,” you say as you rip the condom wrapper open. “That’s a start.”

Joel rolls his eyes and pulls on the cuffs again, but it’s no use.

Even in your anger, neither of you is a monster, so you ask, “Is this okay?”

He glares at you, but still nods, mumbling, “Yeah, do your thing.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling, then roll the condom on Joel’s cock and pump your hand over the length of it a few times.

Once he’s whining and practically huffing like a bull out of the sheer effort it’s taking him to not run his fucking mouth, you line him up and sink down on him.

Joel swallows his groans and keeps his lips pursed into a tight line while you moan at the stretch of him, throwing your head back and exposing the column of your throat to him in a way that looks all too enticing. 

“Listen,” you begin, placing your hands on his chest to balance while you slowly begin raising your hips before lowering them back down again. “The fact that you thought even for a second that I’m the kinda woman who falls for guys in polos is insulting in and of itself. Got it? The mere thought, Joel.”

He doesn’t say anything, so you reach out and pinch his nipple, which finally pulls a curse from his mouth.

“Oh, Jesus, fuck! Fuck, I got it! Goddammit!” he growls.

You beam down at him and lean forward to kiss the nipple you pinched, soothing his skin with your soft lips, then you look up again.

“Good. Know what else I gotta get through that thick skull of yours?”

It’s a rhetorical question, Joel knows it, so he just keeps glaring at you while you bounce up and down on his cock.

“I am not the kind of woman who receives ruined orgasms,” you state with all the poise of a politician. “Do you understand, Joel?”

He huffs through his nose, but this time, he nods. “I understand.”

You smile at his compliance and lean down again to kiss his collarbone and neck, growing more and more pleased with yourself with each breathy sound Joel lets out.

“Good boy,” you murmur against his skin.

You’re surprised to hear him fucking whimper in response, prompting you to look straight at him.

“You liked that,” you whisper teasingly. 

Joel just pants in response. You’ve been slowly fucking yourself on his cock for about six minutes now, and he hasn’t had an orgasm in ten days, with the exception of masturbating to old nude photos you sent him yesterday because he got restless. 

“Joel,” you croon, tilting your head to the side. “Admit it.”

His chest is rising and falling rapidly now, clearly struggling to keep it together. 

“Fuck,” he pants. “Shit, I-I liked it,” he whispers.

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that, baby boy,” you say, furrowing your brow like you really don’t know what he said.

He rolls his eyes and pulls on the cuffs again like a petulant child. 

“Fuck me, I liked you callin’ me a good boy,” he whines.

You smile and clench your pussy around him, which pulls a throaty moan from him. 

“Who’s your daddy now?” you murmur, holding back a laugh at how silly the words feel coming out of your mouth.

“Fuck, honey, please just fuck me, so I can come, please,” he begs pathetically. 

“Not yet.”

“Please.”

“No!” you groan. “You come when I say you can.”

Joel whines and tugs on the cuffs again. 

“At least let me touch you,” he begs. “Please, I gotta feel that sweet body, baby, I missed it!”

You can’t deny that you’ve always loved his hands on you–his calloused palms coming down on your ass, the rough pads of his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple, his fingers tugging on your hair, his arms around your body–it’s all amazing.

After too long a moment of deliberation, in Joel’s opinion, you unlock one of the cuffs, his left one.

“Just the one,” you say sternly.

Normally, Joel would argue, but he can tell you need whatever tonight is, so he keeps his mouth shut and immediately brings his left hand down on your ass.

You let out a clipped shout of pleasure, then immediately grind your teeth together.

“Little fucker,” you mutter under your breath.

Joel smirks for the first time since he walked in here and spanks you again, pulling a blissful moan from your lips. “Yeah, well, you’re the one who cuffed me to your bed and is lettin’ me spank you.”

“Mm!” You catch his wrist before he delivers a third spank. “You’re just pissed; you’re not even spanking me for either of our pleasure, asshole!”

That stops Joel, his wrist going limp in your hand.

“I wanna be good enough for you,” he says, like it’s some scary admission, and it honestly is.

Your gaze softens, and he continues.

“You were right. I was insecure when I saw you talkin’ to Mr. Polo Shirt. Ain’t proud of it. Just…couldn’t stop thinkin’ about the key…” Joel glances over at his jeans on the floor, the key in the back pocket. “I wanna be worthy of that key,” he whispers, his free hand dropping from your hand and reaching up to gently caress your cheek.

You huff out a sigh and lean your head back, looking up at the ceiling fan spinning clockwise.

“Wouldn’t have given the key to you if I thought you were unworthy, in any way. I’m not an idiot,” you murmur, looking back down at him again. “I don’t wanna fuck the guy who wears polos; I wanna fuck the guy who wears too much plaid and never knows when to shut his fucking mouth. I want old and comfortable and familiar, not new and shiny and boring. So, if you can get over yourself, I’ll reward you by uncuffing your other hand.”

Joel mulls everything you’ve said over for a moment. It’s reassuring to hear that no one else trips your trigger the way he does. It makes him feel a sense of hope for himself that he hasn’t felt in a while.

“I can get over myself, but I don’t want a reward,” he says, his voice low and gravely.

You smirk and put his left hand on your breast. “Yeah? This enough for you?”

He shrugs and rolls your nipple between his fingers. “Absolutely not, but I ain’t ever been the one cuffed before… It’s interestin’.”

That makes you giggle and pull your bottom lip in between your teeth before finally resuming your bouncing on his cock.

“I think I’ll have fully forgiven you by the time I come,” you say, the tension in the air finally seeming to dissipate.

Joel chuckles softly and continues working on your nipple, pulling more and more breathy whines from your throat. “That right, darlin’?”

You nod and grind on him just a little bit harder. “Uh-huh!”

He smiles and leans forward to kiss you, and you bury both hands in his hair, gently tugging, earning appreciative groans from Joel.

Joel’s cock twitches inside of you, but he holds himself back, which results in some strained breathing on his part.

“You can come, baby,” you coo against his lips. “Been such a good boy since I put you in your place. Go ahead, honey.”

To your surprise, he whines against you and bucks his hips up into you. “Yeah, Daddy?”

That shocks you to your absolute core. While you do manage to keep rolling your hips into his, your mind goes blank. One thing is for sure, though: you liked it.

“Yeah, baby, you come for me,” you whisper.

And he does, and the noises and the feel of him and his fingernail brushing against your nipple all send you over the edge with him.

Once you get your breathing steady, you uncuff his right hand and kiss his wrist, then rub it to make sure the blood keeps flowing. 

“You okay?” you whisper.

He nods and cradles your face in his hands.

“I’m sorry I was an insecure ass,” he mumbles before kissing you. 

You shrug. “Didn’t mind reminding you of your situation.”

Joel smirks and leans back against the pillows, his hands rubbing up and down the tops of your thighs.

“Didn’t mind either, darlin’. Not one little bit,” he says, voice content and with a smirk on your face that tells you he won’t be feeling insecure for at least six months. “You forgive me?”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Fully.”

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end author's note: Joel calls reader "Daddy" and it's funny to me because (TMI ALERT) I told a guy I hooked up with that I felt like "big daddy" after I jerked him off and accidentally aimed his cum to land on his face and the wall. I was having a bad night, and that was a funny pick me up.

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You Should Feel Lucky - Part XI

Tags: minors DNI, dub con/non con, stalking, stalker!joel, dirty talk, Stockholm Syndrome, pet names (angel, sweetheart, darlin, etc.), praise & degradation, yelling, crying, violence, swearing, begging, obsession, name calling (slut, whore), pain, Joel is a sadist, rough sex, humiliation, degradation kink, multiple orgasms, anal sex, painful anal, anal creampie, depression

WC: 4.3k

Summary: You may have given up on life, but not on Joel.

A/N: We have returned to the main timeline for this part. I know it's been a longer gap between chapters than usual, but I hope you enjoy this one in all its usual depravity. I want to thank @milla-frenchy for being my sweet beta reader and always supporting me and stalker!joel in all his sick ways. I'd also like to thank this anon for inspiring the first part of the chapter. As always, you guys are the best and I am so appreciative of every comment, reblog, and message. Love you all! 🖤

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Days drifted in and out, and you slowly started to forget who you were. You hadn’t been to work in weeks; you weren’t really even sure how behind on your bills you might be. Your phone was dead the majority of the time, so it was hard to know who in your life had really noticed your absence. 

Self-care had completely fallen to the wayside. Showers were few and far between, laundry even less often. You ate at least one meal a day, but that was usually only when you’d finally gotten so hungry that you felt faint and couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling in your stomach. 

It was a Friday evening and unsurprisingly, you had no plans. You’d finally gotten yourself to shower that day and were in a fresh pair of pajamas, cuddled into the corner of your couch, staring at the blank TV screen. It should have been concerning to you that you felt just as entertained watching a black screen as much as you did watching a movie, but the growing depression seemed to swallow up any remaining insight that you had left. 

Your head was so empty and body so numb and tired, that you hadn’t realized you started to drift off. The soft tug of sleep pulled you into a gentle doze as your eyes closed and your body sunk further into the plush of the couch. 

You didn’t hear him come in - didn’t hear the front door creaking open that you hadn’t even bothered to lock, didn’t hear the sound of his boots as he kicked them off in the entryway, didn’t hear the patting of his feet as he approached your sleeping form, and didn’t hear him take a seat on the coffee table across from you. 

It wasn’t until his hand settled on the outside of your thigh that your eyes shot open and you realized you weren’t alone. The usual panic didn’t set in. Instead, you stared at him for a moment. Your body stayed still, allowing his hand to rest on your leg. You watched as he furrowed his brow. 

“Can’t be doin’ that, angel,” he said. His voice was soft yet stern. “Leavin’ your door unlocked like that…what if someone came in and hurt you?” 

Your expression was blank as his words drifted in one ear and out the other. It didn’t feel real. It didn’t feel like he was truly there. Joel took immediate note of your change in disposition. Concern bubbled low in his belly and he stood up from the table. He knew he needed to snap you out of this in some way, but wasn’t sure how. 

“Stand up.” The command was sharp despite his voice still being quiet. 

You stayed laying on the couch but tilted your head up to look at his face. The evening sun created a glow around him that enhanced the unique shape of his features. You weren’t aware that you were smiling at him until his voice cut through the air again. 

“What’re you smilin’ ‘bout? I said, get up. Now.” 

You closed your eyes, flipping to your other side so that your back was facing him. Your mind was entirely too empty to be concerned about any potential consequences from him. Besides, it didn’t feel like you had control over anything - your body, your thoughts, your words. You’d never felt so far away and disconnected before. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?!” His hands grabbed you harshly by your arms, hauling you up and forcing you to stand in front of him. 

Your legs nearly gave out and he gripped you harder. If you’d been able to focus on him, you would’ve seen that his look was one of concern, not anger, but your gaze was fixed straight ahead on his chest as your body swayed slightly. 

“Jesus Christ,” he murmured as he picked you up, carrying you in a cradled position to the bedroom. 

He set you gently on the bed, overtop your comforter. His jaw clenched and he exhaled a sigh of frustration before he spoke, “You eat anything today?” 

You looked at his eyes again. Had they always been so brown? So dark? His gaze was fixed on you. You shrugged your shoulders in response to his question. 

“Use your words.” His voice was slightly louder than before as his irritation started to slip through. 

“N-no.” Your voice came out crackly, as though you hadn’t used it in days. Which, you hadn’t. You weren’t sure the last time you’d actually spoken.

“Jesus, angel…” He pulled out his phone, checking the time. “It’s 7 o’clock ‘n you haven’t had anything? The hell-” He cut himself off, instead just rubbing a hand down his face and turning around to leave the room. 

When Joel opened your fridge to find something to prepare for you, his heart sank. It was bare. There was some rotten produce that smelled rancid, and beyond that it was just condiments and some sort of questionable leftovers. He cleared it all out, wiping down the fridge in hopes of getting rid of the smell. He didn’t want to leave you to go to the store, so he ordered pizza and salad, along with taking time to complete an online grocery order for delivery. He periodically popped his head into the bedroom, and each time you were just staring up at the ceiling. 

While Joel waited for the food to arrive, he finished your partially started laundry, cleaned the few dishes that were in the sink, wiped down your counters, and vacuumed. It wasn’t like you to leave your home in this condition and he couldn’t shake the unsettling feelings stirring within him. 

The food arrived and after Joel put your groceries away, he plated the pizza and salad and brought it into the bedroom. You were curled up in bed with the blanket pulled over your head. He set your plate on the table beside you, carrying his plate to the other side and sitting down beside you on the bed. Carefully peeling back the blanket, he saw that your eyes were open and there was a trail of tears running across your face and onto the sheet beneath you. 

“Oh, darlin’,” he said as he scooped you up, pulling you up against his side as he lowered himself into the bed. His arms wrapped around you but he kept enough distance so he could see your face. You couldn’t help but to cry more at the embrace. You hadn’t been hugged in a while, and the tender act only brought more of your emotions to the surface. Joel shushed you gently as he kissed your forehead and then looked down at you. 

“Wanna tell me what this is all about?” His hand stroked up and down your back as he spoke. You didn’t think comfort from him would feel this safe or soothing, but it did. You couldn’t help but to lean into his touch as you peered up at him and responded, “I don’t know.” 

Joel didn’t know what else to ask, so he just sat up in the bed, lifting you with him and reaching across you to hand you your plate of food. Your stomach rumbled immediately upon holding the food in front of you. Of course, it was your favorite pizza, and you could tell by glancing between your plates that he had already removed the tomatoes from your salad, knowing you didn’t like them. It felt thoughtful. You took a bite of the pizza and it felt like your mind was already starting to come back to life. Bite after bite seemed to refuel you. The brain fog you’d been struggling with started to dissipate, you felt less shaky, and you weren’t crying anymore. 

Your plate was completely empty within a matter of minutes and you sighed in contentment. Joel reached over, taking your empty plate. “Want more?” When you looked over, he was smiling. His eyes were warm, almost prideful. You shook your head no, letting him stack both empty plates and set them off to the side. You felt more alert than you had in days, the desire to sleep finally not all encompassing. 

“I, uh…” He scratched at the back of his neck as he spoke. “I missed you, angel. Tried giving you some space after everything that happened last time…not sure that was the best idea now.” 

It felt as close to an apology as you were going to get. You’d spent days dwelling on your last incident with him, replaying it over and over in your head until you felt nauseous. You’d always known him to be violent, angry, sadistic…but there was an added layer of cruelty that you hadn’t expected from last time. You learned to not seek apologies from him. So, you just nodded at his words, not sure how to respond appropriately. 

“Didja miss me?” His words were still spoken with his usual nonchalance, but there was a vulnerability to his tone that caught you off guard. 

You took a moment to think about his question. You could feel the heat of his gaze on your face as you looked down at your lap. Memories of his multiple acts of service bubbled up. You thought about the care he offered you - his version of safety. You knew that as long as he was in your life, nothing else would hurt you - nothing other than him. Images of you underneath him rose up - the many times that he made you come undone over and over. No one in your life has ever brought you as much pleasure or as much pain as he has. What did that mean? 

Your eyes lifted to meet his, and you nodded. It was the truth, as much as you hated to admit it. At the same time, if he were to leave, and be guaranteed to be gone from your life forever, you imagined that might also be the happiest day of your life. 

Joel smiled. It was a little lopsided and didn’t quite reach his eyes. But nonetheless, it was a smile. A chill ran up your spine, though you couldn’t quite place why. It wasn’t until you blinked and he was suddenly on top of you that you realized your body was likely sensing what was to come. Your hands moved in front of you on instinct, a weak attempt at creating any amount of space between your bodies. 

It was as though Joel hadn’t even noticed. His lips met yours as he pressed his hips against you. He was already hard, very hard, and it had you wondering how long he had been like that. As he settled against your core, you felt your body already responding to him. A wet spot formed quicker than you would have liked and you whimpered into his mouth as his tongue moved against yours. 

“That’s it, angel…I know you missed me.” His hand slipped between your bodies, rubbing your clothed pussy as he continued kissing you. His touch was always one of precision. He knew just what to do, where to press, how firmly, and always the right speed. It had you arching off the bed within moments, your hands coming to his curls at the nape of his neck as you tugged gently, moaning. 

“More, more, more,” you were chanting, not even realizing it because of your focus on the orgasm building low in your belly. You felt a rush of slickness as you grunted at the peak of your orgasm, grabbing onto Joel tightly as he helped you work through it. 

He chuckled, pulling his hand away and looking down at you. “Needy lil thing tonight, huh?” 

You nodded. You weren’t sure what had seemingly possessed you, but you knew that this was the best you’d felt in weeks. You felt alive, awake and the arousal just continued coursing through you. Your hands trembled against Joel’s shoulders, your eyes looking up at him wide and pleading. 

It made his cock throb and his eyes go dark. Fuck, he thought to himself, she’s so fucking willing right now. He couldn’t help but be selfish and think about how he might use it to his advantage. His eyes searched yours for a moment. You already looked fucked out and desperate. He cradled your jaw, his thumb swiping gently across your bottom lip. 

“Angel, what d’you think about us tryin’ something new, hm?” His eyes twinkled as he spoke, not able to completely hide his eagerness. “Looks t’me like you’re needin’ somethin’ a little more today.” 

Without hesitation, you nodded your head. You were pretty sure you’d take whatever he wanted to give you. Your eyes were focused on him, your body like a magnet to his. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he put you under some sort of spell with how badly you craved him right now. All sense of safety seemed to leave your body, replaced with an insatiable need to be as close to him as possible. 

“I got you,” he murmured as he lifted off from you and rolled you onto your stomach. Your breath hitched and you became putty in his hands, letting him move and shift you as needed until you were on all fours, completely stripped of your clothing. Joel remained fully clothed, a juxtaposition that had you squeezing your thighs together, enjoying the feeling of being on display for him. 

His breath hit your bare pussy and you shuddered as his tongue licked a long trail from your clit up to your entrance. He pushed his tongue inside of you, swirling it and groaning at your taste. Joel’s hands held your cheeks spread for him as he buried his face between them, licking and sucking lewdly as you fell onto your forearms, making incomprehensible noises. 

When you started to orgasm for the second time, he didn’t eat you through it. Instead, he pulled back, enjoying watching how your pussy clenched around nothing and how sweet pearls of cum beaded and then dripped down your soaked folds. He kept you spread, his tongue finally meeting your skin again, warm and soft as he licked you clean. You caught your breath just for it to falter once more as his tongue moved up to your tight ring. Lurching forward, you looked over your shoulder at him. 

“Wh-what are you doing?” Your eyes were wide, nervous for what he was about to say and do. 

“Gonna be good f’me, angel?” He unzipped his pants, reaching in and pulling out his thick cock. You moaned and looked back down at the blanket underneath you. Your hands fisted it lightly, preparing to brace yourself. “Gonna let me make both of us feel good, hm?” His cock swiped up and down, the head of it getting caught at your entrance before sliding through again. 

Surely he wasn’t going to just go for it, right? While you’d never done this before, you were sure there had to be some sort of prep involved. Before you could panic too much, you felt him press slowly into your wet pussy. Feeling relieved, you lowered your head with a deep moan, welcoming the stretch. 

“Oh my god, Joel,” you gasped out as he pushed all the way in. You felt the head of his cock deeper than you thought was possible and you arched your back, pushing back into him and melting into the sensation of him filling you completely. “So…full…,” you panted as he set the pace of his thrusts. “Uh…uh…uh…please…Joel…” You weren’t even quite sure what you were asking for, neither was Joel, but the sound of your moans was music to his ears and only spurred him on further. 

“So full, huh?” His hips snapped against you. His thrusts were rough but steady. “Don’t think you’re full enough quite yet, angel.” The tip of his thumb pressed to your puckered ring and once more, you tried moving forward, away from him, but his hand grasped your hip, pulling you back. “Where d’ya think you’re goin’, hm?” 

He removed his thumb to spread your cheeks. You heard him spit and then felt his saliva drip down your hole. His thumb quickly scooped it up, spreading it around your tight ring before dipping his finger in again. You groaned this time, loud and deep as his cock continued fucking into you. It was a new, unfamiliar stretch, but by the time he had worked most of his thumb inside, you felt your second orgasm building quickly. 

“Ohhh my god…” You gripped the sheet and lowered your head, your forehead pressed to the soft fabric underneath you as you pushed back into him and trembled. 

“There ya go…fuck yeah…shit…” Joel dragged his cock in and out slowly, letting you savor your orgasm as you shook against him. His hand held you firmly, keeping you up and arched so he could continue fucking you. When you stopped shaking, he popped his thumb out, watching in awe as your hole stayed open for him just a little. He knew his thumb wasn’t even close to the size of his cock, but at least he could say he tried to work you open beforehand.

Joel leaned over your back, kissing across the back of your shoulders and letting your spent body rest for a moment. His cock was hanging between your thighs now, dripping precum onto the blanket beneath you. His eyes were focused on you, becoming hungrier and hungrier as the moments passed by. His cock was coated in your slick as he nudged the head of it against your still-tight ring. 

This time you didn’t lunge forward, your body stayed relaxed from the orgasm and Joel held you up by your hips as your upper body pressed against the bed. 

“Y’ready, angel?” 

You gave a weak, timid nod, and Joel began to press inside of you. The stretch was unreal. There was no comparison to anything like it, and you grunted, trying to relax but the overwhelming sensation had goosebumps dotting your entire body. You moaned his name and reached around to try grabbing his wrist, but Joel was too focused on how your body was opening up for him. He looked down as he continued to push inside. He groaned, watching inch by inch slowly disappear inside of you. 

“Jesus Christ…so fuckin’ tight f’me, darlin’...” Before he could think better of it, his hips rolled forward and he plunged inside the rest of the way. His head bowed and he moaned, “Fuuuuuck.” 

“Ow, ow! Joel!” You tried to reach back again in hopes of pushing him away, but it was no use. He pulled out halfway, just to roll his hips again. It felt like you were being split in half. With each roll of his hips, he pushed you further and further into the mattress. You were completely prone underneath him now, your legs spread as he continued inserting himself into your tight tunnel. It was too much, and a sob fell from you as he snapped his hips quicker. “Please! I can’t,” you cried out, hoping he’d take some modicum of pity on you. 

When he heard your cry, he stilled. He stayed buried inside of you, but his hand reached up, brushing the hair from the side of your face so he could see you. His fingertips became damp with your tears and he leaned forward. “Too much, angel?” 

You nodded, desperate for his empathy and hopeful that he was going to listen to you. “Please, Joel…it hurts too much.” 

“Aw,” he cooed, kissing your cheek and using his hand to rub up and down your side. “I’ll go slower, hm?” He tried to ignore how his cock throbbed knowing you were in pain. 

You knew Joel well enough to know that there was no point in refusing, so you just stayed still and tried to keep your body pliant for him. His cock pulled out slowly and pressed in again even slower. You felt helpless under his full body weight, just feeling the drag of his cock and the painful stretch that was starting to gradually morph into pleasure. His hand slipped between the mattress and your cunt, his middle finger rubbing against your clit as he continued his careful thrusts. 

“Shit, sweetheart…goddamn, you feel good…tight lil asshole, fuckin’ squeezin’ me…” 

The combination of his words, steady thrusts, and the pressure on your clit had you moaning louder and louder. Joel smiled, noticing how quickly you acquiesced to him. He was proud of you for taking his cock so well. His thrusts started to get lazier, his mind just focusing on the sensation of your tight walls hugging his thick cock. 

He picked up the pace, no longer rolling his hips but instead hammering them against your ass. Your cheeks bounced against him with each thrust and you yelped at the sudden sharpness. 

“Fuck, I knew you’d take it so good, angel..goddamn.” His length railed into you over and over. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his groans filled the room and you felt another orgasm start to build. It was entirely too much. The sensations had tipped into overwhelming and you were desperately gripping the sheets underneath you as you started to quiver against him. 

“Shit, can feel you clenching around me. Ahhh..fuck…” His rhythm became even more erratic as his balls tightened and he was right on the precipice of his own orgasm. “So fuckin’ tight, fuckin’ whore...you’ll take anything I goddamn give you, huh?” One of his hands moved up to fist your hair, pulling your head slightly back as he continued railing into you. “Ruining your fucking asshole, angel...never gonna…ah, fuck…never gonna be the fuckin’ same again…” He was panting aggressively above you, sweat beading across his brow as he fucked into your ass. 

Tears ran down your face and you cried out as you felt him start to release inside of you. He was so snug against your walls that you felt his entire length pulsing as his cock emptied. He was pressed firmly against you, his balls pulsing against your cheeks as he grunted and groaned. Feeling the spurts from his cock pushed you over the edge as well, hurtling through your fourth orgasm of the night. 

Right as you started to come down, Joel pulled out from inside of you. He immediately looked down, his hands spreading your ass cheeks so that he could see his spend drip out. 

“Wouldya lookathat…goddamn, angel. Beautiful fuckin’ thing.” His fingers scooped it up, tenderly pushing his cum back inside you. He could see just how much he opened you up. He smiled at how red and sore you looked, savoring the sight as much as he could. When he finally got enough, you were half asleep and limp on the bed. He chuckled as he climbed off of you. 

You only passively noticed as he pulled fresh clothes onto you, not cleaning between your legs because he wanted his cum to stay tucked inside of you for as long as possible. He rolled you onto your back, propping you against your pillows. Your eyes closed and it was quiet for a few minutes. When you heard something again, it was the clinking of ice as Joel held a straw to your lips for you to drink. The water felt good on your throat, soothing the soreness from the crying and moaning. 

“Take a bite,” he murmured, feeding you a protein bar. 

Your eyes stayed closed as you took a couple bites. You didn’t have an appetite, but you knew you’d sleep better with something on your stomach. Joel’s touch was gentle. He swept hair away from your face and pulled the blanket around you so you were more comfortable. His lips brushed your forehead then lips in soft kisses. 

“Did so good, angel.” His thumb stroked your cheek and you leaned into the tender touch. “Anything else you need?” 

You hesitated, remembering the unsuccessful begging you did the time before, wanting him to stay and hold you. So instead, you just opened your eyes to look at him one last time as you shook your head. 

Something unspoken seemed to flash between the two of you. You watched in real time as Joel’s eyes switched from dark to soft. He held your eye contact for a minute then got up and walked out of the room. 

This time, tears didn’t come. It was what you expected, so you hunkered down in your bed and closed your eyes to try and drift off to sleep once more. You felt taken care of, even despite the assault that your body had just endured. 

Right as your mind started to wander, you heard the creaking of the floorboards and opened your eyes again, turning to the side to see Joel standing in his boxers. He looked at you for a moment then got into bed, reaching over and turning off the bedside lamp. You stared at him with a confused expression. You couldn’t read his face. It was blank. But he placed his hand on your shoulder, gently turning you away from him as he sidled up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, spooning you. 

“G’night, angel.” 

“Good night, Joel.” You smiled to yourself as you fell asleep. And while you couldn’t see him, you hoped that Joel was doing the same. 

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