Summary: You’re finally pregnant and Joel can’t keep his hands off of you. With another raider group getting too close to Joel’s community he has no choice but to leave you behind in the very capable hands of his brother.
Pairing: Raider! Joel x fem. reader / Raider!Tommy x fem. reader
Wordcount: 1.7k
Rating: E
Warnings: Raider!Joel, Raider!Tommy, smut (unprotected sex, oral sex), jerking off, slapping, dirty talk, established relationship, unspecified age gap (around 15 years prob), lactation kink, cucking (kinda), pregnancy, kinda pregnancy kink?, derogatory language, infidelity kink ?, Joel and Tommy do not touch or really interact with each other but are in the same bed, but if that's not your thing kindly move on, thanks!
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Part of Desire
Joel got even more protective of you once you found out you were indeed finally pregnant.
Only a very trusted circle of people were now allowed near you and you could count the days he had chose to leave you to take care of something up on one hand.
That was until a rather disgusting raider group had gotten a little too close for comfort to the place Joel had marked as his territory.
He had told you that he had to leave for a couple of days to take care of this himself, his cock steadily drilling into you from behind while his hands both were playing with your tits. They had grown quite a lot and now in your sixth month of the pregnancy he was waiting impatiently for your milk to come through.
He had put all kinds of pictures and thoughts into your head about how he would milk you dry the moment he had his first taste.
He would be so mad it finally happened once he had been gone for almost a week.
You woke up wet.
Which was not uncommon. You had been even more horny since you found out you were pregnant, but this morning you woke up with your shirt wet.
„Fuck,“ you sighed, your fingers ribbing over the wet spots over your tits.
„Watsgoingon?“ A tired voice behind you mumbled, an arm sneaking around your waist, a warm palm cradling your belly.
„Joel is gonna be so upset,“ you pouted as you cuddled against Tommy’s chest, feeling his chin rest against your shoulder.
Since Joel had to leave, he left the only person he trusted to look after you behind and in charge of the compound.
His brother.
And Tommy has been instructed to do everything to keep you happy.
And boy did he.
With his mouth. His fingers. His cock.
There was just something about Tommy Miller calling you a cheating cock dumb whore that did it for you.
Not that you were cheating. No, this arrangement between the three of you had been going on for years. Though you and Joel were strictly faithful and only fucking each other, his brother was something like a treat Joel granted you for being a very good girl.
And you always were a very good girl for Joel.
Joel liked to watch when you and Tommy got together. His presence in the room making it somehow even more filthy.
You just had to stop fucking Tommy once Joel had decided that he wanted to be the one who got you pregnant. The first time.
But playing with the scenario of being caught cheating did something for you that drove you over the edge every single time.
Tommy had a lot of sex. With both men and woman.
He had two wives who currently were pregnant themselves.
You did not like both of them though.
But it was you who he always came back to.
He began to kiss up your neck, his hands rubbing over your belly, his cock poking against you from behind.
„Think my milk finally came in,“ you mumbled and he stopped, taking a deep breath before he carefully turned you so you were laying on your back. His dark eyes were on you as he reached over to the side to turn on the lights and you both looked down to your chest where the fabric of one of Joel’s shirt you had put on to sleep were drenched.
„Fuck,“ he cursed lowly before he came to kneel between your legs.
„Joel’s gonna be so pissed he wasn’t here for that,“ he said with a shake of his head, before his fingers traced over the cold damp fabric of the shirt, your nipples hard and you shivered.
He helped you out of the shirt, throwing it behind him and he just looked at your tits with pure hunger.
You knew he wanted a taste.
But Joel was clear.
No one but him was allowed to taste you. Not even his brother. And he shared almost everything with his brother.
You saw him close his eyes as he took a deep breath before he lowered himself between your legs and began to eat you out, most likely as a distraction for himself, not that you were complaining.
Your hands ran down your body, your fingers brushing through his hair, before you gathered the long strings of his hair into your hand in a makeshift ponytail, keeping his hair out of his face as he looked up at you with hungry eyes, his tongue slipping though your folds.
Tommy’s hand gripped your thighs, pulling them further apart as he feasted on you, his tongue playing with your clit, teasing you.
„Tommy please,“ you let your head fall back, your arms spread out on the mattress beside you.
He sucked your clit into his mouth while one of his hands came up to touch your left tit and you shattered, coming with a cry of his name, your whole body shaking.
You had been overly sensitive for a couple of days now, the lightest touch leaving you shaking and hungry for more.
He cleaned you up, slurping obscenely and you sighed, before he came up, smirking up at you before he kissed your belly.
„Wanna sit on your cock,“ you hummed.
„Oh yeah?“ He asked, kissing up your body.
You nodded.
„Just gimme a minute. Can’t feel my legs yet,“ you joked and he hummed self satisfied before he laid down next to you. He wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly jerked himself off.
Sucking your bottom lip in you looked at how his hand moved over his length, your pussy clenching in anticipation at having his cock inside of you.
„See something you like, doll?“ He teased and you nodded before you rolled to your side to get onto your knees. You crawled over to him and he grinned up at you.
You were about to straddle him, when he shook his head.
„Turn around. Wanna see that ass bounce on me,“ he said and you obeyed, turning around. You sat down on his legs, feelings his hands pull you back, your pussy rubbing over his cock. Grabbing his cock you lined yourself up before you slowly sank down on him with a long moan.
„Fuck yes,“ Tommy groaned before he slapped your ass. Hard.
Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth you slowly began to move, rolling your hips on top of him. Your hands came up to cup your tits before you began to ride him, bouncing on his cock, while Tommy continued to slap your ass.
Closing your eyes you only focused on the way he was filling you when you heard the door open.
Opening your eyes you smiled widely when Joel walked in.
„Hey baby,“ you hummed, crying out when Tommy chose this moment to thrust up into you. Joel crossed his arms as he leaned against the door, his dark gaze focused on you as you rode his brothers cock, your belly swollen with his child.
„Having fun?“ He asked and you nodded.
„Missed you,“ you whimpered and he smiled before he walked over. He bend down to kiss you, his hand on your throat possessively, and you moaned against his lips as Tommy continued to thrust up into you.
„Yeah?“ He asked and you nodded, looking up at him. You gasped when Tommy slapped your ass again. Joel chuckled as he sat down on the bed.
You moaned when you felt Tommy pull you against his chest and carefully turn the both of you so you were lying on your side with him behind you, his cock still inside of you. His hands were on your hips as he continued to fuck you, now a little harder, his cock twitching.
He was close and so were you.
„Guess what?“ You asked, biting your lip and Joel raised his eyebrow.
„Wanna taste my milk?“ You grinned and Joel’s eyes widened before they darkened. He laid down in front of you, kissing your lips first, his big hands both palming your tits before he slipped down the bed, his lips closing around one of your nipples.
Tommy groaned behind you, his fingers now between your legs playing with your clit, bringing you to the edge.
And then Joel sucked.
And you?
You came with a loud cry of Joel’s name, your hands flying into his hair to keep him against your tit.
Your eyes rolled back, the sensation of Joel sucking on your nipples and Tommy cumming inside of you so overwhelming you almost passed out.
„Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,“ you heard behind you, Tommy fucking his cum into you.
„Oh my god,“ you moaned, still riding out your orgasm. Out of breath you whimpered once Tommy pulled out. He kissed your shoulder as he rolled out of bed and you felt Joel pull you against him.
Within seconds Joel had you in his lap.
You were still asking yourself when he had taken his clothes off when he impaled you on his cock, groaning at the feeling.
He moved you on top of him, his eyes fixed on your tits before he leaned in again, sucking on your other nipple and you shivered. He hummed as he sucked on your tit, your milk filling his mouth, the sensation so foreign, yet so fucking good.
There was a knock on the door and he released your nipple with a plop, his cock thrusting up into you.
„Whatever it is, ask Tommy. I’m busy,“ he yelled, slapping your ass and you moaned loudly.
„You been a good slut for Tommy?“ He asked you and you nodded.
„He taste you?“ He asked and you shook your head.
„Good,“ he hummed, his face leaning back down against your tits again.
„Cause this is mine,“ he grunted before he pulled one of your nipples into his mouth again.
I saw this video and I feel like something like this would be fun to read! I have to ask would you ever consider writing a kidnapper!Joel fic?
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Dfp6Na/
Hi Bestie!
So.... Yes :)
Not quite the vibe of the linked video but I hope you enjoy it!
Run Rabbit: Part One
It was just over a year after the world ended that you were captured by Joel and Tommy Miller. They're harsh, they're cold and they're killers. But, as a nurse, you're a valuable person to have around and they're not the worst thing wandering the wasteland that was the United States. And there might be more to these men than meets the eye.
PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS. Written as part of the @romana-after-dark Dead Dove December event (but posted late because it's impossible for me to make a deadline at the moment apparently.) This will be in two parts.
Relationship: Joel Miller x Female Reader X Tommy Miller
Warnings WHOLE FIC: DUBCON (reader is a captive, participation might be enthusiastic but consent is dubious under the circumstances.) Raider!Joel; Raider!Tommy; Captive reader; Canon-typical violence; graphic depictions of violence; graphic depictions of injury; attempted SA (not by Joel or Tommy); Dom/Sub dynamic but not an established relationship; Dom-ish Joel; Brat tamer-ish Joel; Sub-ish reader; DDDNE; M/F/M threesome; unprotected P in V sex; Anal sex; Oral sex; No use of Y/N; Minors DNI 18+ Only
Length: 8k
PLEASE NOTE: part one does not get smutty ❤️
Part 2
November, 2004
“You can have whatever you want, please!”
Your hand was clamped over your mouth as you tried to keep quiet from your place below the floorboards. Your boyfriend, Zach, had tucked you into the crawl space when he ran in from hunting with three men on his tail.
“They don’t know about you,” he’d said, breathless. “Stay quiet, I’ll get us out of this.”
But even a year into the apocalypse, Zach wasn’t a great shot. It wasn’t long before he was out matched and the men were breaking down the door to the cabin you’d been holed up in for a few days.
“Seemed awful keen to protect whatever it is you got,” one of the men said. “How do we know you’re not gonna just come and try to take it back?”
“Should just kill ‘em,” another man said. “Don’t gotta worry about it then.”
“No, no, I swear I won’t,” Zach pleaded.
“Prove it,” the final man spoke for the first time. “Got no reason to trust you now, why should we leave you alive?”
You kept your hands tight over your mouth, trying not to cry, trying to stay quiet, hoping they’d leave Zach alive.
“Because I have something better than supplies!” He yelled it, his words flowing together as he stumbled over them.
“Like?” The third man said.
“My girlfriend,” Zach panted. Your breath caught. “She was a nurse before, in an ER, she can keep you alive, you can have her, please…”
“And where is this girlfriend?” The first man said. “You seem awful alone here…”
You hoped Zach was just buying time, that he wouldn’t actually tell these animals where you were.
You were wrong.
“In the closet,” he said. “There’s a crawl space there, I told her to hide there while I took care of things here. Please, she’s worth a lot, she’s good at patching you up, she’s real pretty, you can have her, you can have her…”
The sound of his begging almost covered the thud of boots as you heard the closet door creak open and the floor over your head disappeared.
“Well, would you look at that,” a large man with shaggy curls and a patchy beard - the first one who has spoken, you thought - smirked down at you. “He’s not full of shit.”
“No,” you shook your head, eyes wide. “No, please…”
The man ignored you, grabbing a fistful of fabric at your chest and hefting you up from the crawl space with a grunt. He dropped you on the ground and you tried to scramble away only to have another man grab your shoulder and throw you down. You landed on your backside, a different tall, broad man with dark curls looming over you.
“Where you think you’re running to, little rabbit?” He smirked, the second man who had spoken. You pulled yourself back from him, looking for a way out. The third man, blond and pale and the youngest of them, stood over Zach, a gun pointed at his head. He started humming Run, Rabbit, Run as he smiled at your boyfriend, glancing your way, prowling toward Zach. A predator enjoying his prey.
“So,” the first man dropped your pack that had been in the crawl space next to you at your side with a thud, making you jump. “You really a nurse?”
“She is,” Zach answered for you. “She is and you can have her, please…”
“Zach!” Tears tightened your throat.
“I’m sorry, honey,” he said, not looking at you. “I’m sorry, but I can’t…”
The man who pulled you from the crawl space sighed, pulling a handgun from his side, going up behind Zach and pressing the barrel to his head before pulling the trigger. Your scream hung in the air longer than the crack of the gun, the salty, metallic taste of Zach’s blood on your tongue as his body slumped to the ground.
“Hey,” the man who shot Zach dropped to one knee in front of you, grabbing your face roughly, gripping your cheeks in his large hand. There was blood on him, too. “You really think that piece of shit is worth screamin’ and cryin’ over? He was sellin’ you, girl, he ain’t worth any grief of yours.”
He released you and looked over his shoulder to the other dark haired man.
“Tommy, got something we can hold her with?” The other man - Tommy, apparently - started going through his bag. He looked toward the blond next. “Vince, gather what you can, we’re heading out in 10. Made a lot of noise here, don’t want to wait and find out what that attracts.”
“Are you going to kill me too?” You asked quietly.
The man who seemed to be in charge cocked his head at you.
“Now why would we go and do a thing like that?” He asked. “Your boyfriend might have been scum but he was right, you’re valuable cargo. You’re gonna be a good girl for us, right?”
You weren’t really sure what to say to that, your heart beating so hard and fast you were sure this man could see your pulse in your throat.
“Don’t really matter either way, does it?” He said as Tommy handed him some rope. “You either cooperate or you’re more trouble than you’re worth and we just kill you. Don’t make much difference to us. Hands out, wrists together.”
You just looked at him and he sighed, pulling his sidearm out again and putting it below your chin. The muzzle was warm and wet from where he’d just killed Zach and, for a moment, you thought you were going to vomit.
“Didn’t I just say I’d kill you if you got to be more trouble than you’re worth?” He said. “You’re already a lot of trouble by bein’ and extra mouth to feed so I recommend cooperating before my temper runs out. So. Hands out, wrists together.”
You obeyed and the man wrapped your wrists in rope tight enough that you had no hope of wriggling out but not so tight that it was painful, just uncomfortable. He wrapped his large hand around the cluster of rope between your wrists and yanked you to your feet.
“Got anything on you I should be worried about?” He asked. “Be a lot easier on you if you tell me now than later.”
“Knife,” you said, voice shaky. “Right pocket.”
“Good girl.”
He reached into your pocket and pulled the weapon free, opening and examining the blade.
“Know how to use this?” He asked, brows raised.
“I’ve used it,” you replied. He nodded and closed it, putting it in his pocket.
“Be a good enough girl for a long enough time and maybe you can get it back,” he said before turning to Tommy. “I’m gettin’ a head start with this one, heading north west, back to site. You know the way.”
“I know it,” he said. “We’ll clear out quick, catch up soon.”
The man who had you grabbed your pack from the floor and slung it over his shoulder before bringing his rifle around to his front, nudging you forward with the muzzle.
“Let’s go,” he said. “Try and take off and I’ll shoot ya. And I don’t miss.”
The man kept close to you, nudging you along in front of him and you tried not to trip on roots and overgrown brush but you’d only been walking about 20 minutes when you failed, falling with a pained grunt. The man sighed and grabbed you by the collar, pulling you to your feet.
“You OK?” He asked, gun pointed at the ground and not at you.
“Yes,” you said, even though your hands were scraped up and your knees hurt and you had your boyfriend’s blood on your skin and your throat hurt from screaming.
“Keep movin’,” he ordered.
You kept looking back over your shoulder at him. He reminded you of a guy you dated once who was in the army. He never looked in one place too long, head constantly turning, looking, searching. There were threats, he knew that. He also knew how to see them coming. The gun was tilted toward the ground but close and ready. You were waiting for him to change his mind about you, to shoot you, too. Part of you wondered if this was part of a game for him, if he was going to walk with you just long enough to lull you into a false sense of security before shooting you. Maybe he liked the fear, the surprise. Maybe he’d given too much away by killing Zach and now he couldn’t get what he wanted from you.
Maybe that was better than the alternative.
You were only walking about an hour when the other men, Tommy and Vince, caught up to you. The man you were with turned and pointed the gun, noticing their approach before you did. You froze, only realizing that it was probably a good time to run now that his attention was elsewhere once it was too late.
“Just us, Joel,” Tommy called as they climbed up the hill you’d just made it up yourselves. “No trouble behind us.”
The man - Joel, apparently - lowered the rifle and the men joined you. They had four packs between the two of them, two you didn’t recognize and two backpacking bags that you recognized as yours and Zach’s. Your stomach turned.
“Not a terrible haul,” Tommy said. “These two had decent gear and must have just taken somethin’ good. A lot of jerky, good stock of ammo, some medical shit.”
Joel looked down at you, his eyebrows raised.
“You know how to use the shit in those bags?” He asked. You just looked back at him. He sighed and grabbed a fist full of your hair, jerking you close to him, making you squeak in shock. “Don’t play dumb, girl, you know how to use that shit?”
“No,” you said sarcastically, not sure where the guts for that came from. “I enjoy hauling around shit I can’t do anything with.”
Joel’s jaw tensed and you weren’t sure if he was about to yell or laugh.
“Not gonna get far with an attitude like that, little rabbit,” Tommy said, but he was smirking a little. “Lot better for you if you just answer the questions when we ask ‘em.”
You looked between the two men closest to you for a moment. You wondered if they were related. Their eyes were the same, same hair, too. They would have been handsome in another context, one where you weren’t afraid they were about to kill you.
“It’s mine,” you said after a moment. “We were backpacking when the outbreak happened, we didn’t even know for a day or two, we were in the middle of the mountains and there weren’t other people around. I know how to use it all.”
Joel released you.
“Good to know you ain’t completely useless,” he said.
“You mean outside the fact that I can save your life?” You bit out. Again, you weren’t sure why.
He snorted.
“Outside of that. Keep movin’.”
With the other men there, Tommy took the lead and you followed, Vince and Joel behind you. You could feel Vince’s eyes on you, the cold, lecherous feeling of his gaze making your stomach churn.
Night was starting to fall by the time you reached a cabin that showed greater signs of people than you’d seen in what felt like forever. There was a stack of wood on the front porch, a line between the house and a tree that looked like it was meant for drying clothes, barrels placed to gather rain water. You stopped, staring at the small structure.
“Inside,” Joel said after a moment.
“I have to pee.”
He sighed.
“Vince,” he said. “Take her to piss. Don’t fuckin’ touch her unless she tries to run, got it?”
Vince groaned but nudged you off to the side of the house with the muzzle of his gun. You looked around, trying to get a lay of the land, see what a good route out might be. There was a small path that looked like it would take you deeper into the woods, eventually up into the Smokies. That was fine. If you could get your pack, you could survive out there for at least a week or two on your own, maybe find a settlement or something. You’d never had to survive on your own, you’d never hunted or shot a human being. Zach had handled that. You weren’t sure how long you could really make it on your own but you’d rather give that a shot than leave yourself to whatever these men had in store for you.
“Here’s good,” Vince said after two minutes of walking. You held out your wrists and he raised his eyebrows. “You think I’m a fucking idiot?”
“I can’t really pull my pants down like this,” you said. “I’m not a man, I can’t just whip my dick out…”
He stomped over to you and unbutton and unzipped your jeans before yanking them down to your knees, ignoring your surprised sound before going back to your hips. His fingers trailed over your skin, sinking into the meat of your ass and making your stomach churn, before he pulled your panties down, too. You could feel his eyes on you, lingering on you, before he stood up.
“There,” he said. “Happy?”
He walked a few steps away and turned back to look at you.
“I can’t go with you watching.”
He shrugged.
“Not my problem. You have to go bad enough, you’ll go.”
You glared at him and held his gaze before squatting and peeing, missing toilet paper and privacy more than you had since the damn outbreak started. You straightened up when you were done and stood there, still looking at him.
“Afraid you’ll have to come pull up my pants, too,” you said. “Since your boss apparently wants you to wait on me hand and foot.”
A muscle in the man’s neck twitched but he stalked over and yanked your clothes back up, harshly buttoning and zipping your jeans before shoving you back toward the cabin hard enough that you stumbled.
Inside, Joel and Tommy were sitting at a rustic table, a fire going in the nearby fireplace. There were two Nalgene bottles of water on the table and a bag of jerky between them. The jerky you recognized. You and Zach had made it just a few days earlier.
You tried not to think about it.
“He behave himself?” Joel asked, stretched out with his legs far in front of him.
“You’re really gonna take this little cunt’s word over mine?” Vince asked.
Joel just kept looking at you, ignoring him entirely.
“Asked you a question girl,” he said. “He keep his hands to himself?”
You glanced at Vince who was staring down Joel, his blue eyes hot and angry. You looked back to Joel.
“He was fine,” you said.
“Good,” Joel said, getting up, grabbing a bottle of water and going over to you. He put one of his huge hands on your shoulder, guiding you to the nearby couch and nudging you down onto it.
You obeyed his unspoken command, lowering yourself slowly down but not relaxing into the cushion, staying on the edge of it.
“Open,” he ordered.
Your eyes narrowed. He glared back.
“Open your mouth,” he said when you didn’t obey.
“You put your dick in my mouth I’ll bite it clean off.”
Joel squared his jaw and held up the bottle of water.
“Don’t got a smaller bottle right now and you can’t hold this with your hands tied. Don’t want you droppin’ dead from dehydration after we went through all the trouble to get you here so open your goddamn mouth.”
You ground your teeth for a moment before you obeyed. He unscrewed the top and poured the water on your tongue, crisp and cool and making you aware of just how thirsty you’d become in the few hours you’d been with him.
“Good girl,” he said. “Was that so hard?”
Eventually, he stopped and you closed your mouth, wiping your lips on the back of your tied hands as he closed the bottle.
“Don’t gotta worry about that shit from us,” he said. “Prefer when a woman begs for it, not about to take it from one who ain’t.”
“Because I can trust what a group of murderers says,” you snapped.
“Murderers,” Joel shrugged. “Not rapists. Hungry?”
“Why?” You asked, tongue still sharp. “Going to be kind enough to give me scraps of the food you stole from me?”
“Something like that,” Joel said. “If you’re gonna try to starve yourself to death, just let me know. Save you the trouble and put you down quick instead.”
You watched him for a moment. For some reason, you trusted what he was saying to you. That he wasn’t going to hurt you - at least, not like that. That he was intending to keep you alive.
“Not hungry,” you said eventually.
Joel shrugged.
“If you change your mind.”
You sat on the edge of the couch cushion as the men took inventory of what they stole from you, what they killed Zach to take. You tried not to cry.
It’s not like you’d been especially close to Zach when the outbreak happened. You hadn’t said “I love you” yet, you’d been dating for a month and a half and fucking for just a few weeks of that.
The backpacking trip had been a spur of the moment thing for both of you. You had some vacation time to burn before the end of the quarter, his job was flexible and you’d bonded over a shared love of the outdoors. You’d ignored the words of caution from your girlfriends when he wanted to take you hiking for a second date, the two of you ending up exhausted but proud as you came to the end of the seven mile trail he’d selected. He kissed you there for the first time, his lips salty with trail mix and sweat and a view of a valley swelling with shades of green spread out below you.
You were somewhere in the mountains when the world collapsed. You didn’t even know it had happened until you returned to where you’d parked your car to find the windows smashed and the inside looted, a body missing a chunk of its skull not far away. You’d ran to it on instinct, dropping to your knees beside them to check their pulse even though it was clear that there was no way they would be alive. Their skin was cold and there were fibrous, vine-like tendrils swarming in their brain.
It had been you and Zach from there. He was more of a survivalist than you. He knew how to hunt and trap, taught you how to skin a rabbit and process a deer. You weren’t sure if you’d truly come to love him or not, if the feeling you had for him was just what happened when you went about surviving the end of the world with another person and became dependent on them for your very life.
But you were certain that he hadn’t loved you. Not really. If he had, he never would have given you over to these men.
You’d never have done that to him.
Maybe you did love him. You weren’t sure you’d ever know.
“Sleep here,” Joel ordered as the day fully shifted to night and Tommy and Vince started readying for bed. “I’m keepin’ watch for now. We were gone long enough, some dumbasses might think they can move in. Don’t try anything.”
He went onto the porch and you stretched out on the couch, the other men going into what you expected were bedrooms at the back of the cabin. Your hands were still bound. You stared at the dying embers of the fire, the orange glow, and cried.
***
Joel needed Vince to stop acting like a shit head.
The man didn’t seem to understand the position he was in. He was the least valuable person here. He was young, he was dumb and he was disposable.
He just didn’t seem to realize it. If he kept looking at you like you were something he could take, he’d find out just how disposable he was.
Joel came in from his watch about 5 a.m. to find you whimpering quietly on the couch. He sighed.
“You really still crying over that jackass you were with?” He asked as you sniffled quietly.
“Shut up,” your voice was thick and wet.
“He ain’t worth it,” he said gently, sitting in the armchair that was near where your head was. He wasn’t sure why he was bothering. But then, he’d never really taken a captive before. He usually just killed people or turned them loose. You were valuable enough to keep and sending you out into the wilderness alone seemed crueler than holding onto you. He just had no idea what the fuck he was supposed to do with you now. “He didn’t know who the fuck we were or what the fuck we’d do with you - lot worse out there than us, little girl - and he handed you over on a silver fuckin’ platter. More than happy to trade your pain for his sorry life.”
“He’s the only person left that I knew,” you said softly. It was the first truly genuine thing Joel had heard you say. Except, maybe, when you asked if he was going to kill you. “I’m alone now.”
“Not alone, little girl,” he said. He wasn’t sure why he was reassuring you. He shouldn’t care. “You’re better off.”
“Why do you call me that?” You asked, lifting your head ever so slightly from the arm of the couch to look at him. “I’m not a little girl…”
“Little compared to me,” he said.
You scoffed and sniffed at the same time.
“You’re a giant,” you said. “Everyone is little compared to you. Don’t see you calling Vinny there little boy…”
Joel laughed a bit.
“Maybe I should. And you’re a girl.”
“I’m a woman,” you said, a spark of defiance in your tone. “I don’t think I’m much younger than you, if I am at all.”
Joel frowned a bit at that.
“How old are you?” He asked after a moment.
You thought for a second, like you were doing the math. Which was fair. It’s not like he’d celebrated his last birthday, either, his stomach twisting at the thought. He had to think about it, too.
“I’m 33,” you said. “How old are you?”
He was surprised. Not that you looked terribly young, now that he thought about it. More that human faces lacked much definition to him anymore. Anyone older than a teenager looked about the same until they started going gray. You just seemed younger.
“I’m 37,” he said.
“Yeah, I’m not a girl,” you said, putting your head back down.
“You could tell me your name,” he said.
You scoffed.
“Then I’m not sure what I’m supposed to call you, little girl,” he said. He could feel you glare at him.
“I had a whole life before,” you said quietly, more to yourself than to Joel. “I had a house and a job and friends and I used to go to dinner and to concerts and buy the people I loved presents. I had a life before.”
He realized then why he’d thought you were younger. You were, possibly, the most human person he’d come across in a year. Some small spark of divine mortality - the juxtaposition of life and a kind of death that was still possible - there in your eyes that didn’t exist in others. It seemed naive, in a way. Made you seem younger than you were. But he wasn’t sure that was it. Maybe you weren’t naive. Maybe part of you was just clinging to your humanity harder than anyone else left.
“We all did,” he said, voice harsher than he’d really meant it to be. There was part of him that wanted to snap that tie in you. It was unfair that you got to keep it when he didn’t. But it was a kindness, too. You’d survive better without it. “You move on. Go to sleep.”
He went to the room he shared with Tommy who was unconscious, sprawled out on the bed and snoring. Joel took the sleeping bag on the floor and stared at the ceiling, trying to make himself not listen for the sound of you crying in the next room.
Things were surprisingly smooth with you for the next two days. Vince was a fucking idiot and got a nasty cut on his arm that you tended to, giving him stitches while he leered at you and Joel ground his teeth.
He felt better with you tied. Your wrists, at the very least, but during the day when the men were coming and going, Joel bound you to a chair at the table.
“Comfortable?” He asked the first time he did it.
“No,” you spat, face scrunched in anger that was so fierce it was almost cute. If Joel even found things cute anymore. “I’m not.”
“You gonna lose a hand from me cuttin’ off your circulation?” He asked instead. You just glared at him. “Good. Stay put, like a good girl.”
“I hate you,” you seethed at him.
Joel shrugged.
“That’s fine,” he said. “Don’t gotta like me to keep me alive, do ya?”
He went outside to gather wood.
By the third night, you were yawning and looked barely conscious before the sun had even set. Joel frowned.
“I keep telling you to sleep,” he said. “You ignoring me for fun or you think exhausting yourself is good for your health?”
“I’d love to sleep,” you snapped. “But something about having my wrists bound keeps me up at night. Maybe it’s the discomfort, maybe it’s the looming threat of death, who can say?”
Joel pulled Tommy and Vince aside after dinner, the men standing in the dirt outside the cabin, snow starting to drift down.
“She hasn’t tried to hurt anyone yet,” Tommy shrugged. “Don’t think she’s gonna go far if she gets away and doesn’t seem like the kind to kill us in our sleep.”
“Don’t like it,” Vince said, glaring at the cabin for a moment before looking back at Joel. “Can’t trust her as far as we can throw her…”
“No one said shit about trust,” Joel cut him off. “But we can’t keep ‘er tied up forever.”
“Fine,” Vince shrugged. “We can put her to use then kill her. Won’t need to tie her up then.”
Joel could hear the blood in his ears.
“Suggest that one more time, little boy, and see how long you last,” he straightened up as he said it, the full six inches he had on the younger man all the more apparent then. “You want to do that kind of shit, find someone else to run with.”
“Fuck, sorry,” he raised his arms in a moment of surrender before crossing them again. “Just don’t come crying to me when she slits your fucking throat.”
“Can’t cry if she kills me, can I?” Joel said, stomping back toward the house, pushing past Vince on the way.
You were still bound to the chair. He wordlessly unwound the rope and you relaxed your elbows, stretching your arms as best you could with your wrists still tied.
“Hands up,” he said. You frowned, just looking at him. “You heard me, you want me to untie you or not? Hands up.”
You practically flung your wrists at him and he tried not to laugh at you as he loosened the knot and pulled the rope from your wrists.
The second you were free, you rolled your shoulders and closed your eyes, groaning at the feeling of it.
“God that’s good,” you moaned before you started flexing your fingers and rotating your wrists before you glared up at him again. “What? You try being tied up for days, see how you deal with it.”
“Rather not,” Joel said, winding up the rope. “Better be a good girl, don’t try anything stupid.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you said as you spread your arms wide and sighed. Joel found himself smiling a little for the first time in he didn’t know how long. He stopped himself.
“Actually get some sleep,” he said, voice gruff. “No good to us exhausted.”
He left you alone, taking the bed in he and Tommy’s room that night and Tommy taking the floor. It took effort to not listen for you moving in the front room as he drifted off.
He wasn’t sure how long he was asleep when Tommy shook him awake.
“Joel,” he said urgently. “She’s gone.”
***
Absolutely none of this was ideal.
You were exhausted, the only thing keeping you upright the adrenaline that ran through your whole body. You didn’t have supplies, your pack and all its valuable contents in the bedrooms of the men. You were stuck running through snow, leaving a clear path to follow until the woods got dense enough that the snow hadn’t piled up much.
But you had to go, you had to go now, now, now, right now. You couldn’t spend another night there like that, not when you had the option to get away, not when you had the use of your arms back.
Your body wouldn’t let you sleep, even for an hour or two, even just for a night to try to make a break for it tomorrow. The second Joel had freed your hands it was like you could feel every part of your body in sharp, acute detail. Every frayed nerve, every thrumming vein, every peaked hair was stark and clear. You couldn’t relax enough to sleep. You had an opening, a chance. You had to take it, you had to.
You didn’t even have your knife.
But you had your body and you knew how to push yourself over long distances in the mountains. You’d been good at it before, too. You’d hiked most of your life, knowing how to get yourself to make it to the top of the next ridge even when your calves were burning and your lungs felt on the verge of collapse you knew you could make it.
All you had to do was do that now, through all the exhaustion and all the panic, and put as much distance between yourself and those men as possible.
You’d find some way to keep yourself alive eventually. There’d be supplies or a settlement. Something. You were sure of that.
Mostly.
Your breath rose in a cloud in front of you and you broke away from the trail into the brush of the woods, thankful that the moon was bright enough that you could have some sense of where you were going.
You were just starting to relax a little when you heard it behind you. A sharp, shrill whistle. You froze.
“Come on out, little rabbit,” Tommy called. “Not gonna hurt you…”
“Shit,” you whispered as you panted for breath. They sounded pretty far away but they’d catch up eventually.
You scrambled through the forest until you reached a cluster of ferns that was thick and full and you ducked into it. If you stayed quiet and still, they’d walk right past you. You could stay put for a while and then find your way from there. Simple.
You tried to not shake from cold and fear as you heard the signs of the men getting close. There was the crunch of sticks, the rustle of leaves and the eerie sound of Vince humming Run, Rabbit, Run. The glare of a flashlight trickled between the ferns and you held your breath, the humming getting louder.
For a second, a glorious second, you thought you were in the clear. Vince had passed your hiding spot, poking through the brush closest to the trail with his rifle but you were just far enough off the trail that he missed you, and you relaxed.
Then you heard the snap of a twig.
“Found you.”
You spun, Vince turning the flashlight on and shining it in your face, all but blinding you. You threw up a hand instinctively to protect your eyes and he grabbed your wrist, yanking you out of your hiding spot and almost pulling your arm out of its socket in the process.
You yelped in pain, you couldn’t help it, and he all but threw you onto the trail. Your eyes were still adjusting to the light but it took you a moment to realize that he had his gun trained on you.
“Knew you’d take off on us,” he said, panting a little. You put your hands up and looked for a way out. “Knew you’d be more trouble than you’re worth…”
You backed away from him, more on instinct than anything else, not able to watch where you were going and you shrieked as you tripped and fell back, landing hard and barely catching yourself before your head smacked into the rock of the path. You rose up on your hands quickly, scrambling back from him as best you could but he was standing, could see where he was going. You didn’t have a hope.
“Please,” you whispered. “Please just… just let me go, you already have my supplies and…”
“Can’t let you go with you knowing where we are,” he replied. “And you were already more trouble than you’re worth in my opinion…”
“I stitched up your arm,” you said, tears stinging at your eyes. “I helped you…”
“And those two idiots won’t even let me fuck you,” he cut you off. “What good is pussy you can’t fuck, hm?”
“Please,” you said again.
“That’s not an answer,” he prowled closer, the muzzle of his rifle so close you could almost touch it. Your heart was in your throat. “Think I’ll just kill you, bet that pretty head of yours would make all kinds of nice colors when I blow it off…”
“Hey!” Tommy snapped, his gun up and pointed at Vince. “Know you’re not threatenin’ to kill her, not when we all agreed to keep her alive.”
“You agreed,” Vince snapped. “You and your asshole brother, not me.”
“That asshole has been keepin’ your sorry ass alive,” Joel growled from behind you. Your head whipped around to see him there, looming large over you. His gun was up, too, pointed at Vince. “You need us a whole hell of a lot more than we need you. You can do what I fuckin’ say or you can move on. But you keep pointing that gun at her and you ain’t gonna have much to move on with.”
The three of them stood there for a moment, Vince aiming at you, Joel and Tommy aiming at him. Your heart felt like it was going to break your ribs it was beating so hard.
Vince lowered his gun. Tommy did the same but Joel left his up.
“Joel,” Vince said but Joel cut him off.
“Don’t like men who don’t listen,” he said. “Not worth shit to me if you can’t take orders. Said you could join me and my brother if you did what you were told.”
“I told you she’d run!” Vince snapped.
“Don’t give a shit,” Joel said. “You think nurses pop up every five fuckin’ feet? She’s valuable. To us and to people we come across. Worth a little trouble. Worth a whole hell of a lot more trouble than you. Know your goddamn place.”
He lowered his gun and looked down to you.
“You alright, little girl?”
You were too shaken to fight the nickname. Instead, you just nodded.
“Good.”
He slung his rifle on his back and reached down, yanking you sharply to your feet, the movement so rough it shocked you. Once you were on your feet, he grabbed you by your chin, his callused fingers harsh on your cheeks, and pulled your face close, so close that you’d expect him to kiss you if he were your lover.
But he wasn’t that. He was your captor.
“Thought I told you not to try anything stupid,” he asked, his face almost eerily calm but his tone on the edge of anger. “You seem smart enough to know better, give you an inch and you decide to take a mile. Several, in fact. Maybe Vince is right, maybe we should kill you…”
“Joel,” Tommy said cautiously but Joel threw him a glare and he quieted.
“You really think you can do better than us out there? Hm?” He demanded. “You think you can survive all on your lonesome?”
“No,” you said, fighting to not cry. You hated that you reacted this way, that when you were scared or mad your first instinct was to cry. “But I could find…”
“Find what?” He cut you off. “Find someone else who’s willin’ to stick their necks out for you? Willing to feed you, shelter you without takin’ more from you?”
He released your chin and you slumped back from him, massaging your face and working your jaw, trying to right it.
“You’re damn lucky to be with us, little girl,” he snapped. “Real damn lucky. Better start actin’ like it instead of running off like some scared little rabbit. Hands out.”
“But…”
“No,” he shook his head firmly. “You lost the privilege of using your fuckin’ hands without my permission. Hands. Out.”
You obeyed, arms trembling, and he bound your wrists together, the ropes finding the same indentations they’d made on your skin before. He dropped your wrists once they were bound and you looked at him as you still fought to not cry. His eyes met yours, sharp and cold.
“You’re mine now,” he said harshly. “Sooner you figure that out, the easier this gets for you. Move.”
The walk back to the cabin felt long and, when you got there, you went to lay on the couch but Joel stopped you.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, shrugging out of his coat.
You frowned.
“Going to sleep…”
“Not there you’re not,” he said. “You’re sleepin’ with me, you don’t get to be unsupervised anymore.”
Your eyes went wide and you shook your head.
“No, no, please, you said you weren’t…”
“Wasn’t offerin’ to fuck you, girl,” he cut you off. “You’re sleeping where I can fucking see you so get in my bed.”
Your whole body shook as he nudged you to one of the back rooms. You hadn’t been in one of these before. You had no idea how to try to escape if you needed to. It was stupid of you, you realized now, to trust Joel when he said they might be murderers but they weren’t rapists. Just because they hadn’t forced themselves on you yet didn’t mean they wouldn’t now.
The room wasn’t huge, a queen sized bed in the middle and a sleeping bag on the floor. There was a door - to a closet, you assumed - and a dresser with some picture frames on top.
“Shoes off,” Joel said.
“Please,” you said softly. “Please don’t do this, I…”
“Didn’t I say I wasn’t offering to fuck you?” He asked, sounding exasperated. “I don’t want you tracking dirt into the goddamn bed. Shoes off, get in on that side, one by the dresser. I’ll keep my hands to myself if you will.”
You obeyed and curled as tightly in on yourself as you could, facing away from him. You felt the bed dip as he climbed in, the heat of his body close to yours. But he didn’t touch you.
“Actually sleep,” Joel muttered after a moment.
You glanced over your shoulder at him. He was flat on his back, eyes closed, arms crossed over his chest. The opposite of someone who looked like they were about to grope you the second you passed out.
Still, you rolled to face him, curled tightly on yourself, and watched him until his body loosened and his breaths evened. Tommy snored lightly from the sleeping bag on the floor. You weren’t sure if their unconscious state made it feel safe enough to rest or your body gave out from exhaustion but, the next thing you knew, it was morning and you were alone.
You sat up slowly, hands still bound, an unfamiliar blanket draped over you that hadn’t been the night before.
You made your way slowly, cautiously, to the main part of the small house. The men were talking in low voices around the kitchen table and you hovered for a moment, not sure if you wanted them to notice you or not.
But Tommy was the first to see you there, a slow smile spreading over his face.
“Well hey there little rabbit,” he took a sip from a mug. “You look rested.”
“Probably wore herself out taking off,” Vince muttered.
“Gonna be just you and me today,” Tommy said, ignoring Vince’s comments. “Those two are headin’ out to do some business.”
“Business?” You asked, brows raised. “Is that code for murder?”
“Our business is none of yours, little girl,” Joel said, drinking from a mug of his own. “You stay here, behave yourself, and maybe we’ll bring you something back.”
“Rather not get anything that comes from killing,” you said. “Thanks though.”
Joel just rolled his eyes and shoved back from the table.
“You’ll take what I give you and you’ll like it,” he said, coming to stand in front of you. He put two fingers below your chin and tilted it, forcing you too look him in the eye. “Gonna take off on me again? Or do I need to tie your legs up, too?”
You gritted your teeth.
“No.”
“Good girl.”
Tommy helped you use the bathroom and you sat on the couch with jerky and sore wrists and resentment as you watched Joel and Vince get ready to head out to do… whatever it was they were about to go and do.
You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do to pass the time. You’d had some books in your bags but you weren’t about to risk pissing off the men for a little entertainment.
But Tommy didn’t let you sit in silence for too long, flopping down next to you on the couch as you tried to find patterns in the peeling paint of he wall. You looked at him, cagey. He smiled.
“You’re cute when you sleep.”
You frowned.
“What?”
“You’re cute when you sleep,” he said again. “All curled up and shit, just like a little rabbit.”
You shrank back from him and he put his hands up.
“Not gonna touch you,” he said. “Unless you wanted me to.”
“Well… I don’t.”
He shrugged.
“Didn’t expect you would,” he said.
He was quiet again for a few minutes before he spoke again, a gleam in his eye when he did.
“Wouldn’t happen to play poker, would you?”
You didn’t but he seemed happy enough to teach you. But you couldn’t hold the cards well with your wrists bound and, after a few minutes of struggling, Tommy glanced toward the door like he was half expecting Joel to walk through it.
“Gimme those,” he said, holding his hands out. You thrust your wrists at him faster than you were proud of and he laughed a little, taking hold of you gently. He paused before starting at the rope. “You’re not gonna take off on me, right, little rabbit?”
“Not at the moment,” you said.
“Good,” he replied, untying you. “Not a fan of keepin’ you all tied up anyway…”
You turned your wrists, the bones popping as you luxuriated in the movement.
“Thank you,” you said, massaging one wrist and then the other.
He shrugged.
“The game is Texas Hold ‘Em,” he said, dealing. “We’ll play a few hands open and then see how you do…”
It was oddly easy to forget that you were being held captive when playing cards with Tommy. He was lighter than the other men, more like people you remembered from before, making easy going conversation about things that hadn’t mattered in more than a year.
“I’m still mad that I didn’t get to see the second Matrix,” you said, watching as Tommy put the flop on the table.
“That, darlin’, was a blessing,” he replied. “Wasn’t nearly as good as the first.”
“I heard that, but still,” you said, looking at the seven of clubs, three of hearts and king of clubs on the table and trying not to smile at the seven of spades and king of hearts in your hand. “I think it might have been better than I heard. And maybe it would have made more sense when the third one came out…”
“Maybe,” Tommy said, putting the turn on the table. Ace of diamonds, no good for you. “But I dunno, you seem too smart to like something that shitty.”
“Bold assumption,” you smiled a little and he smiled back.
“Before I put the river card out,” he said. “How about we make this interesting?”
“Interesting,” you frowned. “Interesting how?”
“I win, you tell me something about yourself,” he said. “You win, I’ll give you something you want. Can’t be a weapon but something else.”
You looked at him, brows raised.
“C’mon, little rabbit,” he gave you a cocky smirk. “Let’s have some fun.”
You looked at your hand again.
“Alright,” you smiled a little. “Let’s do it.”
The river was the king of spades and you tried not to smile too wide.
“Alright,” he said, looking like he was holding back a grin himself. “I’ll show you mine then you show me yours.”
You shrugged and he smiled as he put the king of diamonds and the three of spades on the table.
“Full house,” he said. “Kings over threes.”
“Damn,” you sighed. “I just have the kings…” you lowered the card, looking disappointed and enjoyed Tommy’s excited expression for half a second before you put the second card on the table. “Oh, and the sevens. Sevens are higher than threes, right? I mean, I only went to nursing school, I can’t be sure…”
“You little shit,” Tommy laughed. “You’ve got a damn fine poker face on you! Alright, what is it you want?”
“My books,” you said immediately. “I had two, I think, in my pack. I’d like them. Please.”
“I can get you the books,” he smiled. “You sit tight.”
He brought you the books and you played another hand with the same stakes. And another. And another. And more after that.
You got some hair ties and clean socks out of the deal. Tommy got to know your favorite food and what you liked to watch on TV back when there was TV.
After a while, he looked at the books that you’d set aside on the table. He picked up the top one, Slaughterhouse Five.
“Think this was on my reading list in high school,” he said, looking over the back of it. “Never actually read it though.”
“It’s good,” you said. “You missed out.”
“Read it to me,” he said, holding it out to you.
“Read it to you?” You asked, brows raised. “What are you, five?”
“Never much enjoyed reading,” he shrugged, still holding the book out. “But I like listening. Like listening to you well enough. C’mon, little rabbit. Tell me a story.”
You considered him for a moment. You felt oddly safe with Tommy. You weren’t sure if it was because he was showing you kindness and one of the only three people left in the world you knew now or if he was actually safe. You weren’t sure you could trust anything you were thinking and feeling.
But reading to him didn’t sound bad.
“Can we move to the couch?” You asked.
He laughed.
“Think we can manage it.”
You settled on the couch, you folded into a corner and Tommy stretched out. He watched you closely as you opened the book.
“All this happened, more or less…”
You fell asleep on the couch before Joel and Vince made it back but you woke up in he bed, Tommy snoring next to you.
Part 2
A/N: Hey yeah so... this was supposed to be a one shot but it got away from me. So now it's two parts. Part two up sometime within the next week or so ❤️
Drabble of Raider!Joel x Raider!Tommy and his BabyGirl.
“Sorry BabyGirl, rules are rules. I’ve claimed you sure, but Tommy found you so-.”
“Joel said, you gotta blow me, and I get to fuck you a couple of times. Lucky me, huh sweetheart.”
She took it like a good girl. Joel started her off, viciously thrusting from behind, hands pinned to her back, no way of moving from his grip. His cock stabbed at her cervix, she thought she was gonna bleed. Tommy sat watching his brother, tear apart this young piece of ass and couldn’t wait for his turn. He pulled out his thick cock, and stroked it slowly. “Brother, when’s it my turn. I’m aching here.” His tip was swollen, red and oozing white drops onto his fingers.
“Cmon over Brother”. He leans over to whisper, “be a good girl for him, babygirl.” You sob as Joel pulls out, you don’t want Tommy to fuck you, you just wanted Joel.
Tommy deeply thrusts into you over and over, he’s not as big as Joel but he’s wide. He fists your hair and yanks your head back. “Show your owner how good you’re being, sweetheart.”
Joes eyes have darkened, not with lust or desire but with pure jealousy. He didn’t like Tommy fucking you. You can’t show you like it-you don’t like it but you’re gonna cum from just pure penetration. But you gotta make Tommy happy, right? You cover your climax noises with cries and sobs, hoping to fool Joel. If you didn’t, you were gonna pay for it later. You can’t show you like it.
Your noises spur Tommy on, and his thrusts become faster yet sloppy, he’s close, he tells you-“let’s get there, babygirl.” And just as you think this will never end, he pulls out and cums on your back and ass. “Godayum! Fucking tightest pussy-fuck.”
Shaking on all fours, you lift your head to look at Joel. He’s still scowling, but he gives a small nod and says, good job, babygirl.”
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Blackmail (qz!joel x f reader x javi p)
Because I'm in love with Javi and Joel, and because I wanted them both 😌
Smack my b*tch up (joel x f reader x tommy x raiders)
It was the hardest series to write, hands down. But I'm pretty proud of it 🙏 (heed the warnings)
3 sides of a man
I'm in my soft Javi era, I want Javi to find happiness 🧡
Push it (dbf!Joel x f reader)
My first (and only, so far) dbf fic, really fun to write. Joel is grumpy and possessive, reader is a brat, I love this combo
In the cold night (jackson!joel x f reader)
My first "one bed" fic, with a protective joel because it's me
@not-a-unique-snowflake-blog got my wheels turning with her FMK. These three guys exist in the same AU. And for the purpose of this poll, you get to determine who does or doesn't find out what you do.
joel | carter | tommy
FMK raiders
fuck Carter, marry Tommy, kill Joel
fuck Carter, Marry Joel, kill Tommy
fuck Tommy, marry Carter, kill Joel
fuck Tommy, marry Joel, kill Carter
fuck Raider, marry Carter, kill Tommy
fuck Raider, marry Tommy, kill Carter
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Voting ended onApr 12, 2024
Raider = Joel in the last 2 oops 🤦♂️
Edit: Heck, you can even be in the river of dreams au, or girl talk au. See comments for Q&A
2006. Somewhere in Pennsylvania.
Joel, Tommy, and Tess are part of a raider group heading north to the Boston QZ when they cross paths with a squadron of Fireflies bringing Ellie west.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
(it's locked to people with accounts because of AI, I'm sorry)
Pairing: Raider! Joel x fem. reader / Raider!Tommy x fem. reader
Rating: E
Warnings: Raider!Joel who has his own little community, smut (public sex, unprotected sex), massive breeding kink, dirty talk, established relationship (kind of), unspecified age gap (around 15 years prob), massive exhibition kink, someone dies because he looks at reader for too long, so guns and death, mentions of drugs, Joel picks reader up and carries her away but this is fiction so Joel has super powers to carry anyone he likes anywhere because I say so, lactation kink, cucking, (more warnings to be added)
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1. Rules Joel wants you pregnant. And you want to have Joel’s baby. And not even a big council meeting would stop the two of you from getting what you wanted.
2. Exceptions You're finally pregnant and Joel can't keep his hands off of you. With another raider group getting too close to Joel's community he has no choice but to leave you behind in the very capable hands of his brother.
