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Heart-Shaped Box- Ted Garcia x F!Reader
ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱-𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔵 (4.3k words)
Summary: You are Ted Garcia's faithful assistant.
Warnings: Dom/Sub tones even though it's never explicitly stated, dom/sub switch, pinv sex, cunnalingus, Ted Garcia is a real eater, explicit smut, not beta read (there are prob so many mistakes lol sorry)
Author's Note: the ted garcia brainrot so bad i had to tell my therapist about eddington
You had to admit- Ted Garcia had a beautiful home. The New Mexico sun rising in the East cast a beautiful golden glow over the already warm home.
You snuck into the house just as the sun was coming up. Well, in all fairness, Ted did give you a key, so you had every right to be here. You, his trusted assistant, were given a key after only six months of working for him. “I can barely keep my head on straight, so in case you need to get in,” He told you after handing you the keys. You hardly needed them in the year and a half since, besides from the rare time you had to bolt back to his house to grab a forgotten sign or paper.
But this was different.
Ted and his office were smack dab in the middle of a brutal re-election process. Things had been going as smoothly as they could with a global pandemic and social reckoning until Joe Cross had been added to that mix. It was a nightmare of dealing with mess after mess, either caused or aggravated by the so-called sheriff. It was terrible for Ted, which in turn, made it terrible for you.
You wanted to help him out, though. Lord knows he had been through enough with Joe and with his son lately. You’d even brought your own supplies.
It was hard to stay quiet, but you did your best. You had to search all over the kitchen to figure out where everything was, but you got the hang of it. You grabbed a bowl, poured some pancake mix in, stirred in some milk, and got to cooking some pancakes.
You got some bacon and eggs going as well, making a full, hearty breakfast. Just as you began to cut some fruit up, you heard footsteps. They were certainly too light and slow to be Ted’s. His son, Eric, walked in, with an equally confused and offput expression.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Listen. I’m sure me being here is the last thing you want. But, you get free breakfast. Plus, I’ll cover for you. Go meet up with one of your friends- Socially distant and safely,” You clarify, pointing at him.
Your words seem to quickly shut him up, as he takes a piece of bacon from the pile with nothing more than a glare.
“Jesus, your dad sleeps like a rock. Is he ever gonna wake up?” You sigh. You can hear Eric chuckle. He grabs a pancake and in true teenage boy fashion, shoves it in his mouth before heading out the door. You raise your eyebrows. You shouldn’t be surprised. The kid had been through too much already- his mother leaving, his father devoting most of his time to his campaign, and now Covid. It must not have been easy.
You lost yourself in your thoughts of worrying about him so much that you didn’t even hear Ted’s footsteps finally clomped down the stairs.
“What the hell are you doing in my kitchen?” He asked, raspy. It was a bit strange to see him so casual in a yellow shirt and sweatpants instead of a suit or a vest, but you couldn’t deny that it was a good look on him.
“Making you breakfast, what else would I be doing? Coffee’s on the table,” You tilt your head towards the table.
“Since when did your job title include breaking into my house?” He grumps, taking the coffee nonetheless. “How did you get in here, anyway?”
“You gave me a key, remember?”
“I knew I would regret that.” He sighs, leaning against the table. “Thank you, though. This is a nice surprise.”
You can’t help but laugh. “No problem. Hopefully it’s all made to your liking. How do you like your eggs? I made some scrambled, but I figured you might want some other form of egg.”
“Why are you doing this for me?” He interrupts.
You finally turn to look at him, shrugging. “You’ve been dealing with a lot of shit lately. Just thought this might help start your day, or something.”
He doesn’t exactly seem convinced. He nods, though. “That it? You broke in just to make me breakfast?”
“Yes?” You replied. You weren’t exactly sure what he was getting at here, but it didn’t sound as innocent as you had intended.
“Hm.” He murmurs. “Eric, get down here! Breakfast!” He yells before taking another gulp of his coffee.
“He already left. Said he was going to hang out with his friend.”
Ted groans again. “And you just let him?”
“He’s not my kid,” You laugh, in a bit of disbelief. “Come on. He’s just going to hang out with a friend. He’s had it rough.”
“Oh, I know he’s had it rough. He’s acted out in every way possible to show me how ‘rough’ he’s had it. You know, this shit reflects badly on me. The drinking, smoking, being out with his little friends past curfew. Now everyone views me as a bad father, and an untrustworthy mayor.” He rants, running his hand through his hair.
You can’t help but chuckle, a smirk on your face. “Are you done? Anything else going wrong in your life?”
He gave you an unenthusiastic look, his eyes squinted.
“Listen, I get it. Being mayor is not easy, and neither is being a father. Things are tough right now. But look on the bright side. You have successfully run this town for four years, the people adore you, you’ve accomplished so much. You have a son who you’ve been through thick and thin with, even when his mother couldn’t, and your doing your best. Plus, you have a really amazing assistant who cooks breakfast.”
Ted’s expression softens, and you turn around to finish the last touches of the meal, knowing you’ve won. Ted was great at overthinking and strategizing, but not so great at pumping the breaks, which is often where you came in.
“You know, I don’t give you enough credit,” He says softly, approaching you. “You really are such a good assistant, and such a sweet girl. Guess I got pretty lucky.”
You smile, more genuinely this time. His words were kind, but his face was… something more. Something… less innocent.
“You know…” He continued, tilting his head. “I’ve been so stressed lately, I don’t think I’ve had time to properly thank you for all you’ve done for me. So… Thank you.” He says, his voice softly. He’s close, so close, probably the closest he’d ever been to you besides the occasional hug for a picture. It was strange, but not unwelcome. He smelled more sweet than you expected up close- still that manly cologne scent, but something warm and vanilla about it too. It disarmed you in the most unexpected way.
“No problem,” You said, almost stammering.
He stared at you for a moment, almost as if sizing you up, then he grabbed the plate from your hand. “Come on, wouldn’t want breakfast to get cold now.”
He guided you over to the table across from the kitchen, allowing you to sit first.
The conversation while the two of you ate breakfast was boring, nothing too interesting, but there was an undertone to it that told you it meant more than just busy conversation. He asked questions about you and seemed to be genuinely intrigued. He wanted to know about your life, something that he had only previously gotten bits and pieces of. He knew you loved dogs, but not that you had a dog of your own who you loved dearly. He knew you grew up across the country, but he didn’t know that you hopped on a plane after college and eventually settled here after a few years of traveling.
Once you were both done, you stood up to start cleaning up, taking dishes. He placed his hand on your wrist, stopping you.
“Hey, let me clean up. You’ve done enough for me already.”
His touch lingered for longer than necessary. You shook your head.
“Hush and sit.” You said, walking to the sink. “Besides, we have a busy day ahead of us. I don’t mind.”
“Oh, boy. Busy? What the hell else do I have to do today?”
“Too much, as per usual. We have to start brainstorming for t-shirts, and ideally lock down some slogans. Then, you have a zoom council meeting at three. And then, we have to go over the budget, and you know damn well that’s going to take all night,” You sigh.
“Hm. Well…T-shirts? That’s easy. What about… Tee Garcia? Like Ted, but T-Shirt.” He said, with a shit-eating grin as he looked over to you.
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “I’ll be sure to pass that on, Einstein.”
You don’t look over to him while you clean the plates and put the leftovers away, but you can practically feel his eyes watching your every move. If you didn’t know him well enough, you would assume he has control issues- but because you’d spent the better part of two years spending every late night, every gala, every function getting to know him, you knew it wasn’t just that. He was looking at you like he was sizing you up, like he did his political opponents, or particularly difficult citizens at city council meetings. It brought a chill to your spine.
You finally evaded his eyes when you turned around to wipe the counters off, feeling a bit relieved that you didn’t have to feel his glare in your peripheral.
Then, footsteps. They were quick, and you thought nothing of them until they stopped directly behind you, and you could feel his breath on your neck.
“You know, I was serious about not giving you enough credit. I really do appreciate you, darlin’.” He whispered.
You froze in your tracks. In all your years of working for him, Ted was a perfect gentleman. Never once even making you think about the fact that you were an attractive, single woman, and he was an attractive, single man.
But now, you were thinking about it. More than just thinking about it.
You felt his hands brush against the waistband of your pants, skimming the small of your back. It gave you goosebumps. It was a light touch, a testing one. One that asked if you were okay with this.
You practically melted against his touch, inspiring a small chuckle from him. He stepped closer, feeling his nose brush against the nape of your neck.
“I just want to show you how much I appreciate your hard work.” He kissed the skin he found softly, like it was precious to him.
You didn’t exactly mean to, but your brain was in such shock from how suddenly all of this hit you, that a throaty moan escaped your lips.
He chuckled again, and you felt the reverberation against your shoulder. He continued kissing, trailing his lips to the left as he pulled the sleeve of your shirt down, exposing more of your skin to him.
His lips left your shoulder, and he instead put his hands on your waist, turning you around to face him. “You’re real pretty from the back, but I wanna see that gorgeous face, hm?”
You look at him, a sense of wonder and amazement in your face. You were almost in disbelief that the charming, enchanting man in front of you seemed just as desperate to get his hands on you as you were yearning for him.
His hand came up to your face, clearly a bit amused by the shock on your face. His thumbs caressed your cheeks. “I have to admit, I’m a little proud that I’ve managed to make you speechless. Think that’s the first time ever,”
You laugh, rolling your eyes. “I’m not speechless. I’m just… taking it all in.”
“I’ve got something else you can take in, if you’re good.”
You roll your eyes again. “Okay, you ruined the moment. That was too sleazy.”
Ted laughs, more genuine this time. The tension is broken now, and it doesn’t feel as heated. “I’m all about sleazy, don’t you know?” His hands drop to your waist, caressing you softly now. “Can I kiss you?”
“Oh, now you want to ask for permission? Where was that attitude before you started making out with my neck?” You tease.
“Oh, darlin’. Your body gave me permission the second I touched you. You were practically purring.”
You can’t argue with that, so instead, you surge forward to kiss him. He seems a bit surprised that you found the confidence, but he kisses you back with just as much fervor. His lips were soft, his mustache hairs tickling your face.
His kiss was surprisingly sweet. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t imagine how his lips may feel against yours at times, and he was more gentle than you really expected. He still had that dark, punishing energy, though, the one that made you want to talk back and push, to see how much he could make it hurt in the best way possible. You were practically foaming at the mouth to see what he could do to you.
He pulled away after a couple of minutes, both of you needing to catch your breath. As soon as he did, you noticed the way his grey sweatpants filled out, beginning to bulge slightly. Your mouth dried.
“I reckon you have a lot of frustration that you want to get out, hm? This re-election campaign has been miserable for both of us.”
Ted tilts his head curiously.
“Yeah, sugar? You want me to take out my frustration on you?” He asks, his voice low. “Want me to use you?”
If the counter behind you wasn’t holding you up, you were certain your knees would’ve buckled. His voice was as soft as honey, and you began to understand his ability to talk his way out of anything. The juxtaposition of his voice and words being so sweet while his eyes looked like they wanted to devour you made a pit in your stomach.
You nodded. “Yes.”
Ted smirked again, like he knew something you didn’t.
“Now, I thought you were a smart girl. I’m always bragging to everyone about how intelligent my pretty assistant is…” He starts, grabbing your chin. “But that didn’t sound very polite. This is my house, I want respect. Try again.” He orders, the humor now gone from his face. This was that darkness that you had witnessed only a few times before, when he was truly pissed and wasn’t getting what he wanted.
You knew exactly what he was asking for. He asked for respect, but what he really wanted was submission.
You adjusted your head, straightening your spine. You were raised with good old fashioned southern manners, and it was solely out of habit to adjust your posture while checking your manners. “I’m sorry, sir. I meant to say yes please, Mr. Garcia.”
You can see the way his jaw works when you not only murmur sir, but Mr. Garcia. It’s exactly what he wanted.
He kissed you again, this time not being patient or gentle. He took, and you gave. He maneuvered his hands to your waist again, but this time he tugged you along with him clumsily to his bedroom.
He didn’t even bother to break the kiss before slipping his hands underneath your shirt. You didn’t expect him to be so handsy, but then again, it’d probably been a while since he felt anything but his own hand.
You managed to find the strength to push him back slightly. He seemed floored that you had the gall to break away, but he was pleased with why.
You fell back onto his bed, landing on your knees. You pulled your shirt off with no hesitation, throwing it to the floor carelessly. Your eyes never left his, and his never left you. You worked on your jeans next, banishing them to the floor just like the shirt.
You were left in just your bra and panties, fairly bare in front of him.
“My, you make a pretty picture.” He said, simpering like a wolf. He sat on the bed, his body by your ankles. He fondled your legs gently, wrapping his big hands around them before pulling you down to be positioned perfectly in front of him.
This time, his kisses trailed on your legs, starting at your knee and going up closer to your cunt, but never reaching it.
He was trying to make you impatient, and it was working. You groaned, realizing he was going to make you beg for it.
“Please, Mr. Garcia? Please make me feel good…” You crooned, giving him your best doe eyes.
It worked incredibly quick.
He pressed a wet kiss to your cunt over the fabric of your panties, now wet with both his saliva and your wetness accumulating.
“So wet for me, and I’ve hardly even touched you. Ain’t that somethin’.” He sighs, finally pulling your panties off.
He begins expectantly teasing, trailing his tongue around your clit and hole with a feather-light touch. It’s barely anything, but it’s certainly something. You sigh softly, feeling his lips against you.
“You taste so perfect, darlin’. So perfect, like honey.” He looked up, his perfect brown eyes making contact with yours, and you could’ve came then and there, despite his touch still being teasing.
“Fuck, more, please… Need to feel you…” You whine, your breathing sped up.
“Oh, more? Didn’t think you were the begging type.”
“I am when you keep teasing me,” You bite back, throwing your head back against the pillows.
“Hey. Watch the attitude. You can get your own self off for all I care.” He barks back.
It sends sparks into the pit of your stomach, your eyes widening.
“No, please. I’ll be good, I swear.”
“’S what I like to hear.” He amends, before sliding a finger into your hole.
It makes your back arch, and a moan slip from your throat. He knew exactly how to arch his fingers in a way that made you feel lightheaded.
He chuckled again, seeing the effect that he had on you. He tilted his head down, adding his tongue to the equation and sucking softly. The combination had you seeing stars.
His continued sucking and licking against your clit was only made better when he added another finger, increasing the delicious stretch. All you could think about was him, all you could see, all you could feel.
You could already feel yourself getting dangerously close to the edge. There was so much tension built up between the two of you, and the sight of him between your legs was practically already enough.
And then he slowed down.
You could’ve clobbered him. All of your instincts told you to yell, beg, do whatever it took to get him to keep going. But you knew otherwise.
“Fuck, Ted…”
He hushes you softly, his voice surprisingly gentle as he retracts his fingers. “Hush, sugar. I can’t let this perfect pussy go to waste, can I? I wanna feel you. Okay, angel?”
You nodded quickly, although the information was slow to process. Honestly, at this point, you were so desperate that you might have agreed to anything just to feel him inside of you.
You watched him as he pulled away from you, standing up to walk to the nightstand beside his bed. He carefully pulled out a condom before throwing it haphazardly onto the bed. He then pulled his shirt off before stopping to stare at you again.
The way he looked at you brought another chill to the back of your neck. He pulled his sweatpants off, watching you closely.
He was left in his boxers, but instead of completely undressing, he quickly straddled you and kissed you, his grip on your chin almost bruising. You could feel his cock against you finally, and your eyes rolled.
The kiss lasted a while, your lips slotting together in a mash of teeth and tongues. It was messy, and sloppy, and everything that both of you needed.
He pulled away after a moment with concern etched on his face. “How much time do we have? Fuck, we’re going to be late for that council meeting. I- ”
You immediately shook your head, moving your hand to cover his mouth.
“Shut up. Stop. It’s fine. We still have plenty of time. Besides, who cares if you miss one council meeting? It’s just going to be Paula bitching about something or other again.”
Ted chuckled, clearly amused by your sudden change of attitude, moving your hand down. “Paula might care. ‘S not a good look, to miss a meeting. I’m sure they could twist it into some type of story about how I’m unreliable. Plus, I don't even know where Eric is. I need to text him and make sure he's not getting into some type of trouble, and-”
Something inside you snapped. Ted was too calculated. Too in his head.
You flipped him over, so you were now sitting in his lap, on top of him. His face displayed his shock and surprise.
He went to speak again, but you shook your head, stopping him in his tracks.
“No. Shut the fuck up. You need to turn your brain off. Stop worrying. Stop thinking. And… fuck me. Into the mattress. Show me what you can do to me.”
He blinked for a moment, feeling a little stupid. He did not expect you to take control like that, and most of all, he didn’t expect to like it so much.
This time, he was the speechless one. His soft brown eyes looked into yours, and his dick twitched pathetically.
You grinned softly. “Oh, you like when I take over? You like when I’m not nice about it?” You look down at him, before moving to unclasp your bra, letting in fall and exposing yourself to him fully.
He looked you all over, like he couldn’t decide whether to focus on your tits, your body pressed against his cock, or your gorgeous face.
You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up. You hear his teeth clack together with the force of it. “Eyes up here, cowboy.”
He moaned softly, a little whimper from deep in his throat.
This was honestly unexpected. You couldn’t have guessed that when you and Ted fucked, you would end up being the one essentially dominating him, but it was working out well.
You reached down, rubbing your hand against his dick in his boxers. He felt thick, and you could feel a splotch of precome when you ran the tip of your fingers against the head of his cock.
“Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to fuck me, to use me, and to forget about everything else. No council meetings, no budgets, no Paula, none of it. Focus on me. Focus on how my pussy feels.”
You pull his boxers down, not even bothering with pulling them all the way off. His cock is not incredibly big, but it’s mouthwateringly thick. You briefly think about how your lips would feel around it, how badly you want to taste him and lick him- but you’d save that for another time. You had a mission to accomplish right now.
You grabbed the condom and made quick work of rolling the condom on.
You sank down on him slowly, working him in carefully. His eyes rolled back, blurting out an assortment of expletives and groans.
“Fuuuck, feels so… You feel so fucking good on my cock…” He whined.
You smiled, threading your hands through the soft brown curls on his head.
You can feel how hot and thick he is inside you, pushing into you like a hand into a glove. It’s wet and passionate, and perfect.
You wait until he’s buried inside you to the hilt to move. You don’t move much, just a soft bounce, but the effect it has on him is clear. His eyebrows are furrow and there are beads of sweat on his forehead. He seems like he’s holding himself back, trying to stay in control.
You trail kisses over his jaw and move your mouth towards his ear, biting softly.”
“Fuck, Mr. Garcia, you’re so big, feels so fucking good…” You whisper, your breathing deep. “Want to feel you for days. I’ll be sitting in my chair at work, in your office, thinking about how good you fucked me. Maybe you should start using me at your desk, when you’re all frustrated and pissed off.”
He grunted, and you can tell that was what it took. The thought of you being at his beck and call for whenever he needed to bury himself inside you, taking all of his stress and anger away…
He immediately thrusted up into you, and you whimpered. You felt him go so deep, pressing just right against your g-spot.
It was off to the races at that point. You both were a mess of sweat, moans, pressing and pushing against each other, of gnashing teeth and tongues and hands gripping onto each other. You felt his hand snake up to rub against your clit, and you were done for. The fire in your stomach grew and you could not longer hold on. You came so hard that all you could manage to do was close your eyes and hold on.
It only seemed to spur him on more. He gripped onto you like you were a part of him and thrusted into you in short, aborted movements.
He quickly became wrecked. Feeling your cunt contract around him was heavenly. He plowed into you, shaking both of you with the force. He buried his face against your neck and jutted into you one, two, three more times, and he was coming.
Both the sound and feeling of his orgasm was immaculate to you. His moans were desperate and breathy, and the feeling of his body somehow both tense and relaxed against you was everything you could’ve dreamed of.
The two of you took a while to recover, catching your respective breaths. He pulled out of you reluctantly, throwing the condom away and sighing.
You looked at him with a bit of a smirk, though you weren’t exactly sure what you found humorous.
His hand found yours, massaging it softly. He looked at you with that look in his eyes that told you he had some sort of devious idea forming.
“Were you serious about letting me fuck you at work?” He asked, your grin spreading to him.
You laughed softly, shrugging. “As serious as a heart attack. Besides, let's give 'em something new to talk about."
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Purgatory- Joel Miller x F!Reader
𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 (4.1k words)
Summary: You were a tried and true catholic even despite the apocalypse, and Joel had slowly learned to accept it.
Warnings: LOTS OF RELIGIOUS JOKES/REFERENCES, a lot of blasphemy whoops. Explicit smut, unprotected sex, slight dom/sub undertones, does this count as religious smut? pinv sex, oral, fingering, language, barely beta read lmfao
Author’s Note: this is pretty much just filled with Tyler Childers references, sorry in advance LOL. This is also my first tumblr fic as well as my first Pedro/Joel fic <3
(P.S. If you really like these vibes, I wrote this almost entirely off of two Tyler Childers songs: Purgatory, and Feathered Indians. Def recommend listening to this while listening to the Purgatory album <3)
Nobody in the town really could figure Joel out. He was outwardly grumpy and cold, but he had a soft underbelly of kindness and warmth that came out when you really got to know him.
For example, you. You were everything Joel wasn’t. A girl, younger than him, short, long hair, soft features… and a devoted catholic.
It wasn’t common out here. Most people knew God abandoned everyone long ago and had lost hope. It was a waste of time at best and borderline offensive at worst. But the rosary around your neck never left, and you prayed every day and night.
You couldn’t blame anyone for not being faithful. You had spent many nights awake, questioning yourself and your religion, wondering why you couldn’t let this go like everyone else had.
But it just… stuck. You worked as a nurse in Jackson, spending your days faced with death and sickness and pain. It was all worth it, of course, and it was necessary work, but if saying a few prayers after each patient made you feel a little more human, you figured it wasn’t that bad.
Joel was certainly off put by your beliefs. He saw your rosary and he assumed you were another insane fanatic who was lucky to not find herself in one of those Seraphite cults he’d heard of. He wanted nothing to do with you, and he was certain you could simply sense that he was filled head to toe with sin and keep the distance yourself.
You refused to keep your distance. You didn’t see him as evil or sinful. You saw him as a sad, lonely person who had undoubtedly seen so many horrible things in his life. You couldn’t give a single damn if he believed or not.
It took him a while. A longwhile- about 8 months of leaving baked goods on his doorstep, getting to know Ellie, offering gardening help. Pretty much anything you could think of to make him interested in actually getting to know you.
It took him getting insanely sick in December for him to finally realize that you were just a caring soul with a big heart, not interested in scolding him or converting him. You sent Ellie to her room in the garage, insisting she stay away so as to not get sick, and cooked every one of Joel’s meals for two weeks. You brought his medicine, new water, washcloths and blankets to fight the fevers and chills. When he started to feel better- but not well enough to get out of bed yet- you brought him books, crosswords, and journals to entertain himself.
By the end of it, Joel felt like he was seeing you for the first time. Seeing who you truly were, and not just seeing you as some scared and shy woman. You were the only person he had ever met, especially now that the world was an apocalyptic wasteland, that was so selfless and giving.
Ever since, the two of you had a… friendship… of sorts. You brought him and Ellie goodies, he brought you ingredients and fixed things around your house for you. It just worked, and you never had to think too much about it.
Until you did start thinking about it. Too much. You thought about his strong, worn hands. Hands that you wondered how would feel wrapped around your waist, or your legs, or inside you.
You were absolutely fucked. He was nearly 30 years older than you, and he certainly had no interest in chasing some random girl who couldn’t leave him alone.
Except, you had only assumed as much. But one night, while Ellie was away at one of her friend’s houses, Joel had convinced you to have a glass of whiskey with him. And you, being the lightweight you were, slurred your way through a drunken confession about how badly you dreamt of him.
Joel’s eyes twinkled as you mumbled your love affair with his hands and arms, listening intently.
Truth was, he had eyes for you since the moment he saw you. Your soft lips and gorgeous eyes had him drawn in since the very first moment.
You woke up in his bed, but the night ended with nothing more than a hot and heavy make out session. Joel was a gentleman through and through. He wanted you to remember when he fucked you, anyway.
You both insisted the relationship go slow and steady, but the way he was wrapped around your finger was instantaneous. The secret was out as soon as Ellie put two and two together, and you moved into their house only a couple weeks later.
It was unusual, the way you and Joel just… got along. As mentioned, he was rough around the edges and stern and grumpy. You were emotional and affectionate and sunny. You brought sunshine into the house again, and often were the only source of peace when Ellie and Joel had their disagreements.
And he was surprisingly accepting of your faith. In fact, especially at the beginning of the relationship, you had kept it strictly to yourself. But as you began to open up and learn more about each other, his curiosity and mindfulness did as well.
It started with small questions, laced with the usual judgement and failure to understand. How could you possibly believe? Why would you do that to yourself?
You answered every question with patience, and Joel seemed to find peace with it over time. He would never believe himself, and that was more than okay with you. But he loved you, and he respected your faith. He let you keep your bible on the bedside table, surrounded by the bottles of beer he would drink while you both sat quietly in bed reading, or chatting, or tracing every square inch of each other's skin.
He was hopelessly in love with you, and he wanted to give you the world.
Your favorite was like today, when Ellie decided to go out for the weekends- undoubtedly up to some kind of mischief with her friends. Joel was always on patrol until 4 on Fridays, giving you enough time to get home from the clinic and start dinner.
Him walking in the door to the scent of a warm dinner and you in one of his flannels and a pair of shorts was practically heaven on earth.
You hum to yourself as he leaves his muddy boots at the door. He felt like a horny teenager all over again, sauntering up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist while you cut the vegetables up.
“Catholic girl, pray for me. You’re my only hope for heaven,” He says, grinning while he places soft kisses against your neck. He always managed to say the things that made your knees go weak.
His hands trail from your rosary down your chest, tracing his fingers over your stomach. You could feel the back of his belt buckle pressing into your thigh, leaving an impression you wish would never disappear.
“Joel… dinner first.” You murmured unconvincingly, pressing into his kisses.
“Just appreciating what God put on this earth for me. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, is there, darlin’?”
You felt yourself blush hard. He knew exactly which buttons to press to get you to surrender.
“No, of course not…” You replied, feeling his touch get lighter and less purposeful. It left goosebumps forming.
You found yourself grabbing for his retreating hands almost instantly, longing to have the warmth back. Joel chuckled but allowed you to pull him back in.
“Oh, no, baby. I thought you had to finish dinner. Can’t finish dinner with me all over you.”
“Can to. Just let me…” You moved to the side slightly, his fingers still attached to your hips, throwing the cut vegetables into the soup pot boiling on the stove. You replace the lid and return to your spot in between his legs, this time facing him. “See? Now we have all the time in the world.” Your smile grew as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him as if he would disappear.
His hands, in the meanwhile, wrapped around the rosary around your neck. One of his nervous habits was to play with it, absentmindedly running his hands over the beads. His eyes didn’t meet yours until you put one of your hands on his face, soft fingers meeting the rough and harsh hairs of his greying beard.
He smiles softly, finally meeting your gaze. You swore he had the most gorgeous eyes, eyes that had cried so many tears, that had seen such horrible things. You were the only thing he wanted to see, standing in front of him for the rest of his life- however long that may be.
You may believe that there was a heaven beyond this life, but Joel was sure that you were his heaven.
You brought your lips to his, kissing him gently. Usually your kisses were sensual and desperate, but this was slow. A type of intimacy that was rare for the two of you.
He pulled away only when he had to. You could feel his erection fluffing up against you. “Ellie…” He mumbled, knowing that if this were to keep going, it would have to be taken to the bedroom.
“Ellie’s over at someone’s house. We got the house to ourselves this weekend.” You assured before sinking to your knees in front of him.
He smiled down at you, hands smoothing through your hair. “Someone’s house? We really need to be better about watching that girl…” He sighed.
“Hey… Turn the dad mode off. You’ve got me to yourself for an entire weekend. No work, no chores, no interruptions. You can worry about Ellie at 8 A.M. Monday morning.” You say, beginning to pull at his belt.
He couldn’t help but chuckle, his eyes going dark. He never would’ve bet that the shy, God-fearing girl he met those years ago would be in his kitchen, on her knees, looking at him like he hung the stars.
You continued unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans, pulling down his boxers enough to expose him.
He was thick, and you breathed in the scent of his musk. He always teased you, but you constantly found yourself all over him when he got back from patrol, all sweaty from hard work and sunshine. You could’ve sworn that the pheromones or something drove you insane.
Much like kissing, you very rarely had the chance to take your time when giving Joel head. Usually it was quick, sloppy bedtime blowjobs, just to hold both of you over when you didn’t have time to fuck.
This was the exact opposite. You had all the time in the world, and you intended on making him aware of that.
His breath hitched when you licked a strip from his shaft to his tip, just taking in the taste against your tongue. It was salty against your mouth, encouraging you to taste more. You let your tongue run between the space between his tip and the rest of his cock, worshipping every last inch. You felt the way he throbbed against you, already struggling to keep his composure.
That was exactly what you wanted, though. Usually you didn’t have the opportunity to build him up, flip that switch and make him take control. You wanted to feel him for the next week.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t handle all that kitten lick shit. I’ve had a long day at work, darlin’.” He sighed, grip on your hair tightening.
You smirked up at him, biting your lip and instead pressing the side of his cock against your face. “Hm? I’m not doing anything.”
His jaw tightened after a moment, realizing what you were doing.
“I’m going to give you one more chance, babygirl. Be a good girl for me, sunshine. I know you can.”
You didn’t let the smirk fall from your face. You pulled back slightly, paying close attention to how Joel was unsure of what your next move was, and then took him entirely in your mouth. No warming up, no acclimatizing. Just his tip straight to the back of your throat. You gagged, of course. Hard. His hand practically pulled some hair out with how hard it gripped your scalp, not expecting such amazing stimulation. He grunted out a series of curse words, pulling you off of his dick.
He had to catch his breath for a moment, being reminded of his age. He stared down at you, and you could practically already see what was coming.
“Fuck… I fucking told you, baby. Just can’t fucking behave, can you?” The malice in his voice thrilled you straight to your core. He was so good at playing this part, at creating this anger and dominance, it always made you feel like you were floating.
As painful as it was, he tucked himself back in his jeans, wincing. You were still catching your own breath when he hauled you up, handling you like a rag-doll as he held your hands together. He turned you away from him before gently slamming you against the counter, crowded by his body behind you. The counter was just high enough for you to be bent at the waist.
He made quick work of your skirt and panties, pulling it off of you, but he left your top in place for the time being. Instead of bothering with anything else, he found his place behind you again, pulling your top half against him. He was just a bit taller than you, so his nose rested against the top of your head.
“Now, I’m only going to say this one time, darlin’. You listening?” He asked, gripping your face tightly.
You nod, your heart speeding up. Feeling his rough fingers against your face was nothing short of incredible. “Yes, Joel. I’m listening.”
“You better tell whatever God you believe in- whatever God is up there right now, to look away. ‘Cause the things I’m gonna do to you, sunshine…” He trailed off with a sleazy whistle, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. You practically rolled your eyes back.
“Fuck, Joel…” You gasped, wiggling your hips back in an attempt to speed him up.
All it did was make him laugh and grab onto your hips. “Mm, cursing… Not very holy.” He teases.
“Fuck you,” You reply quickly. He sniffs, trying to hide his obvious amusement.
“Other way around, darlin’.” He finally returns his fingers to the rosary, but this time, he trails them down after rolling a few of the beads. Instead, his fingers dip into your shirt, pulling the hem down to find your breasts.
“Always so perfect. Made just for me, huh?” He comments, feeling you relax against him as he squeezes and prods at your tits.
“Just for you…” You nodded, feeling the pleasure start to take over your brain.
You particularly loved when he did this to you; made you stop thinking about anything else but him. It was the break you needed, the peace that praying couldn’t bring you.
You moaned softly, his fingers bringing so much titillation but not enough at the same time. He could sense the way your mind went dumb for him.
“Joel, please…” You whimper, starting to feel desperate.
“Shhh, darlin’. Y’don’t gotta beg. I know what you need.”
He bends you back over the counter, pressing his back against yours again. He only moves back to remove his aching cock from the confines of his jeans. He kicked his jeans and boxers off, leaving you chuckling as you craned your neck to watch him throw his shirt to some corner of the kitchen.
He smiled back at your grin, wanting to wipe it right off of your face. He quickly spit onto his fingers, finding your cunt dripping for him already. He, copying your move earlier, had no hesitation or reluctance to shove to fingers inside of you.
You yelped, mainly out of surprise. He quickly found your spot and was curling against it, watching as your eyes rolled back, not expecting him to be so precise and quick.
“Not so funny, is it, sunshine?” He questioned rhetorically, eyes lighting up watching and feeling you grind against his fingers, your greedy pussy begging for more.
“Joel, please… Want you inside me. Need it, God, I fucking need it.” You cried out.
“God’s not here, darlin’. Just me. And ‘m gonna fill you up.”
He pulled his fingers out of you after feeling you squeeze them so perfectly a few more times. Unable to stand waiting much more himself, he finally guided his cock towards your cunt.
You felt the stretch as he breached you, the delicious contracting of your walls pulling him in. It made the back of his neck tingle. He was unable to hold back moans of his own, already feeling so destroyed by the warm perfection of you.
He reached the hilt, trying to go slow as to not hurt you, but you were both pretty wrecked.
He thrusted slowly, just wanting to feel the absolute bliss of the tight drag. Wanting to feel every last inch of being inside you. It felt like you were built just for him, perfectly made just for his pleasure.
Meanwhile, the feeling of his tip crowding against your spot was practically ethereal. You arched your back aimlessly.
Joel was lost for a few moments in the ecstasy, but after a minute he came to and realized that you still had your shirt on. He wanted this slow and he wanted to be able to feel every centimeter of your flesh, not a single thing covered by fabric, as God had made the both of you. He wanted to become one.
“Joel… Fuck. Need to see you.” You blurted out, your hands resting below you on the counter to support yourself.
He stopped immediately, not sure why he didn’t have you facing him in the first place. He pulled out, as painful as it was, and flipped you around. The cabinets supported most of your legs, so even though they felt weak, you were still supported while Joel reconfigured.
“Perfect girl. Just needed to feel me like this, huh?” He asked, before pulling you against him again. Now, your ass rested on the counter and allowed you to wrap your arms and hands around him.
He pulled your shirt off haphazardly, banishing it to the same corner as his shirt. Your tits pressed against his chest.
You were both surrounded by each other, hardly a bit of skin that wasn’t touching. It was perfect.
“Love you so much,” You moaned, taking advantage of having access to his neck by kissing and biting at the skin. His eyes softened, a small smile on his face as he tried to focus.
Your nails found purchase in his back, leaving little indents. You had never been bold enough to ask him straight up, but you were pretty sure that the pain egged him on, as well as the little scratches left over. Like proud battle scars, scars that he wore happily- unlike a lot of the other scars he bore.
Trying not to get distracted was a difficult task. Feeling you nip and lick as his neck had him closing his eyes, letting his head go slightly slack against yours.
He managed to line himself back up to your hole, pushing in much more slowly this time.
And this time, at this angle… Both of you were gasping for breath. All he could manage to do was hold onto you like his life depended on it, probably leaving bruises on you this time too, and roll his hips.
“I can feel you so fucking deep,” You sigh.
“Love you more than anything above or below, my sunshine. Fuck.” He groaned. He wanted this slow and sensual, but it was so hard to not just speed up and take you apart.
Each thrust was punishing, though. The slow pace managed to accumulate so much more power and the lingering build up had you struggling to breathe after only a couple minutes.
“Can feel you, y’know? Gonna come fr’me, angel? Show me how good it is, darlin’.” He encouraged, feeling your pussy start to stutter deliciously.
As if feeling him fuck you to hell and back wasn’t enough, his grunts and groans in your ear could’ve made you come all on their own. You felt the tension build in your stomach, desperation taking over.
You chanted his name as you came, and he resorted to grinding his cock inside you instead of long, hard thrusts, which made you see stars.
Joel had to grit his teeth to not come then and there, almost going completely feral at the feeling of your orgasm.
Once you felt like you could properly breathe and see again, you realized he was holding off just for you. The feeling made your cunt spasm again, and you couldn’t help but chuckle as he responded.
You wanted him to use you. You wanted to feel that carnal heat of sin, the type of sin that made you feel like bathing in holy water wouldn’t save you.
“Joel… Wanna feel you come inside me. Please. Make me yours? Want everyone to know.” You whispered, taking your turn to encourage him.
He groaned, starting to speed up, bouncing you against him softly.
“Everyone to know, huh? Whole town needs to know how I fucked you six ways from Sunday?” He grit out.
He couldn’t handle talking anymore, finally just letting his animalistic instincts take over and thrust into you. The two of you were so close, so together, so… one.
Maybe this world was some sort of sick purgatory, fighting for your lives and for everything you loved, but being in Joel Miller’s arms was as close to heaven on earth you could possibly get.
The realization had you feeling dangerously close again. It was almost like he could sense it- either that or he noticed your sobs of pleasure, and one of his hands blindly navigated to your clit. The message was clear, even if he couldn’t use his words anymore, just one more for me, angel, and you came again, your orgasm hitting like a train, feeling the wetness drip onto both of your thighs.
He moaned loudly, his grunts filling the kitchen while you whimpered at the feeling of him using you. At the last moment, you tangled your fingers in his hair and bringing him even closer as he came, deep inside of you. It was desperate, bestial, but you couldn’t waste another second not kissing his perfect lips. You shoved your tongue in his mouth, tasting him and just taking it in.
After a couple minutes of heavy breathing and kissing, you both were pretty worn. You both chuckled softly, smiling.
“Hey, there, pretty girl.” He sighed happily, in a way that made it clear he just got laid. It made you burst out into laughter.
“Hi there, sexy man.” You nuzzled your nose against him, taking in the smell of his musk again.
He pulled out softly, setting you on the counter while he grabbed his boxers and your panties and top. He pulled his boxers back on before kneeling to help pull your panties back up, but not without leaving trails of kisses on your thighs and stomach. He pulled your top back on after that, but secretly wished he could convince you to keep it off the rest of the night.
You smiled and bit your lip the entire time, feeling like a giddy teenager the entire time. He was so perfect at taking you apart, but also incredibly perfect at building you right back up, making you safe and comfortable.
Your legs, surprisingly, were not that wobbly when you hopped down from the counter, holding onto his arm.
“Go sit down and relax now. You must be exhausted from patrol.” You command, shooing him away.
He put his arms up in surrender, not wanting to argue with the idea of curling up on the couch while you finished dinner, but his smirk didn’t drop.
He slapped your ass before you even knew it was coming, and said, “Y’know, next time you want to feel the Holy Spirit enter you, you could just ask nicely.” He said.
In the end, you decided that it didn’t really matter where you ended up in the afterlife- heaven or hell, it was all the same. What mattered was whether Joel was by your side in this life.
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