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toxicanonymity · 1 year ago

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it's hard (stepdad one shot)

3k words, stepdad!joel x f!reader

“Can I tell ya somethin'?” He whispers. “What?” You ask. He takes a deep breath. He scoots back, making room for you to roll onto your back and look up at him. His face is serious. He takes off his glasses and reaches to put them on the side table. His eyes are always browner than you remember.

SUMMARY: You're at their house xmas wk. WARNINGS: I8+ stepcest, angst, pining, fluff, possessive!joel, sneaking around, outercourse, unsafe p in v, mess of cum. reader can sit on him. Mood board is for mood. A/N: Title is an album by The Who.

It’s Christmas week, only a few days after your first time with Joel, and you’re staying at their house. You show up later than you said you would, and Joel has already asked where you are. The truth is, you're nervous. You’re not sure you want to have sex in their house, and you’re also not sure you can resist. It’s too mortifying to think about getting caught. There are plenty of other places you can do it–your apartment, a motel, a car. You’re trying to be smart and slow down.

When you show up, your mom’s car isn’t there. Joel is in the kitchen wearing his standard gray joggers, a tight white tee, and socks with coconuts on them. No shoes. He lights up when you walk in. "Hey," you mutter and he replies in kind as you close the door behind you. You survey the living room where there’s a pillow and blankets on the sofa, and you pity him for a moment.

“Oh,” he goes over to the christmas tree and plugs in the multicolor lights. “Merry Christmas week.” You stand there with your bags, not really sure what you’re doing, or feeling. He approaches you cautiously.

You look at each other for a few seconds until you're both comfortable that the other still feels the same way.

“I'll take those,” Joel finally offers. As he takes the bag off your shoulder, he gives you a peck on the cheek. “Good to see you,” he mumbles. His shirt rides up as he slings the bag over his shoulder and you follow him upstairs. He glances back and teases, “Caught ya lookin’.”

Once you make it to your bedroom you ask, “where's mom?”

“Grabbin’ dinner. Guess we’ll eat when she's back.” He puts the bags down on your bed and steps toward you. You don’t step away. He gently pulls you into a hug. You inhale his scent as his arms wrap around you.

The embrace lingers, and you can't ignore the warmth of his mostly-soft package pressing against you.

You begin to whisper, “I don't think we should. . .” trailing off when you realize you're not sure where to draw the line. Every second in his arms, you're less and less sure.

“Okay,” Joel murmurs. He kisses you on the cheek–slower, more tender than his initial greeting. “Whatever you want,” he adds. He presses his lips into your cheek again, and they linger for a moment before he drags them away.

“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself, then pull away, cheeks burning as his arms reluctantly loosen and his hands slide down, skimming your sides as you step back.

“I'm gonna unpack,” you mutter, glancing at your luggage, cheeks warm.

“Yeah,” Joel scratches one side of his beard. “Okay.”

One day at a time. Have some self-control. You pull yourself away.

He nods, looks down, and turns around to leave. His back is sooo broad. You want to reach out and run your hand over his muscles, but you know you wouldn't stop there.

You lock the door behind him and hope it isn't too offensive. As soon as he’s out, you exhale. You lay down on your bed. You open your nightstand drawer and your heart flutters at a box with a bow on it, and your name in his handwriting. Under it, there's a new pack of batteries.

You wonder if he's about to jerk off, but you don't wait to find out. You close your eyes and imagine him coming back through the door, unable to resist.

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Your Mom comes home with Thai food and the three of you sit down to dinner together. Your mom makes small talk while Joel makes a mess of the pad thai trying to serve himself. Noodles are dragging behind, tethering the pile on his plate to the main container. Your mom bristles at this in her peripheral vision.

“So,” your Mom puts on her best interested face and asks you,“Swipe right on anyone lately?”

Joel scoffs silently.

“Not many,” you answer. Every time she talks to you, your heart races like you’re about to walk into a trap. This is your own doing, and you know it.

“How many guys are on there, anyway?”

“A lot.”

“Can I see?”

It doesn’t even occur to you to say no.

You open tinder and slide your phone over. “Just swipe left.”

Joel’s chewing slows down as he stares at the dating app open on your phone. Your stomach drops.

You hadn’t used it at all this week. You would’ve deleted it if you thought about it, but you’re so used to ignoring the notifications. You look at Joel apologetically as your Mom keeps swiping left.

Joel’s nostrils flare, and his breaths become faster. He swallows and doesn’t take another bite. He taps his chopsticks on his plate.

“Oh,” your Mom addresses you. “You know who’s single?” She looks up from your phone. Joel takes a deep breath and looks at her with his brow furrowed.

“Harold, down the street.”

“What the hell would she want with Harold?” Joel snaps.

Your mom chuckles. “What’s wrong with Harold?”

Her phone rings. Joel puts his chopsticks down and clasps his hands behind his chair to stretch his back. As soon as your Mom stands up from the table, he leans forward and takes your phone.

“What’s this about?” he asks flatly. It’s still open to tinder. His jaw clenches. He looks into your messages. At least he can see you haven’t sent any.

“I forgot I even had it,” you explain.

He goes to the home screen. “Good, you won’t mind.” He holds down the app and presses uninstall.

“What else ya got?” he starts scrolling your apps.

He goes on instagram and opens a picture of you in a mildly low cut dress. He deletes it and opens another picture. His breathing is still agitated.

“Hey,” you reach for your phone. “What the hell?” You take it from his hand. “Are you gonna act even crazier now?”

His brow furrows and he stares at the table, then meets your eyes and swallows. “I dunno.” His face softens as he looks at you.

Then he gets pensive and asks, “What do you think of Harold?”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t think about Harold at all.” You pocket your phone and get up from the table.

“Wait, where ya goin’?”

“Meeting a friend for coffee.”

He’s rubbing his beard like he’s trying not to say anything, but he blurts out, “What friend?”

“Emma. . . Jesus.”

On your way out of the neighborhood, you pass Harold’s house. It feels like every time you drive by in the daylight, he's struggling to bring some kind of delivery inside - Amazon boxes, or even donuts and iced coffee. Tonight he's sitting at his kitchen table alone, wrapping a present.

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When you’re at the cafe with Emma, Joel texts you, Sorry.

It’s ok, you reply.

It's a struggle not to tell Emma what's going on, but you don't. You tell her you’re seeing someone but don't want to jinx it by saying too much.

When you get home, he’s in the kitchen casually leaning with his butt and hands against the counter. “How ‘bout some egg nog?”

“No thanks,” you tell him, but you linger.

“We good?” he asks, quieter. You nod as you take off your jacket, then put it in the coat closet.

When you turn around, he’s right in your space. His eyes are red and his hair is messier than earlier, giving you a rush of desire.

“Sorry,” he repeats and reaches for your head.

You don’t pull away.

He cradles the back of your head as he hugs you loosely. You let your hands lightly skim his hips, then wrap around him. It would be a harmless hug in a different family. Until he pulls his head back, then rubs his nose against yours. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, nostrils filling with his aftershave. Then a toilet flushes in the background, and you break apart.

“I’m going to read,” you mumble. His fingertips skim your ass as you walk away.

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You’re lying in bed later, still reading, when Joel sends you a snapchat. The notification makes you tingle, but when you open it, it’s not him. It’s the TV downstairs with the title card of Krampus. You get out of bed and pad over to your mom's room. You crack the door open, and she's passed out.

You go downstairs.

Joel is lying on his side on the sofa. You and he are wearing the same pajamas you got for Christmas last year. The Christmas tree casts the room in a dim, cozy light.

He welcomes you under his arm. Just a little cuddling, you lie to yourself.

Without much hesitation, you settle in as a small spoon so you're both facing the tv. He runs his hand up and down your side before dangling his arm over your waist. The bulge in his pants is barely grazing you, until you push your ass back and he inhales sharply, then cups your breast, using his forearm across your torso to bring you closer. His nose nudges your neck and you can feel him inhaling your scent. His warm package nudges your ass. It's the first time you've felt him soft, like really felt him. It's still quite a bulge.

He's not soft for long. Soon he’s lightly grinding against you, hard and getting harder as the movie quietly plays. His hand leaves your breast, skimming down your soft pajama top to its bottom hem. His fingers creep under the shirt and when they hit your bare skin, the shock of arousal has you thinking very stupid thoughts. Like, maybe you should ride him on this couch, come what may. You stop his hand from going any further up your shirt.

His arm relaxes in defeat.

You gently take his hand out from under your shirt and bring it near your breast, where it was. Instead, he covers your hand with his and interlaces his fingers. His thumb brushes yours at a slow rhythm, and the butterflies in your chest nearly make you forget what you're trying to resist until his cock twitches against you.

He takes his hand back only for a moment to adjust himself, then his hand returns to yours. His arm wraps tighter over you. Against your back, his chest expands with each breath. The rhythmic stroke of his thumb lulls you half-asleep.

“Can I tell ya somethin?” He whispers.

“What?” You ask.

He takes a deep breath. He scoots back, making room for you to roll onto your back and look up at him. His face is serious. He takes off his glasses and reaches back to put them on the side table. His eyes are always browner than you remember.

“I wanna do this every night,” he says.

Your heart flutters. You turn on your side to face him.

“I mean it,” his eyes are somber. He lays his hand on your side. He takes in a shaky breath. “I'm miserable without you.”

“I'm right here.”

He shakes his head. “I need all of you.”

You look at each other for a few seconds in the light of the Christmas tree. There's not much to say.

“Me too,” you whisper. His nose twitches and he shakes his head like you don't get it.

“What I’m tryin’ to say is. . .I’d ruin my life for you, if it wouldn't ruin yours, too.”

You read each other's eyes for a long moment.

“What life,” you whisper.

His eyes brighten. “That's how I feel.” His gaze falls to your lips. “We’ll get a new one.”

You want to kiss him, but don't want to end up naked. First you warn, “I don't wanna take off any-”

He cuts you off with his lips. They’re soft and needy. Then his hand runs down your side, over your ass, and his fingers dig into your flannel-clad thigh. You hike your knee up and wrap your leg around him. The hard shape in his pants presses right against your most sensitive place. “Mm,” you moan softly into his mouth.

You’re throbbing for him. So turned on. His tongue slides against yours and he feeds on your mouth as he grinds against you. His dick is fat and hard and warm.

As you move against each other, pangs of pleasure dart to your nipples, your ass, your chest. He's so hard. Your body flutters on the edge of bliss but stays there. He grabs the plush of your ass, pulling you harder against him. You break the kiss with a gasp, and he latches onto your neck.

With a push of his hips, he moans into your neck then whispers, “can't wait to be inside you again.” you throb and gush at the thought. He grinds against you a little harder, needier, but just as slow. “Fuck, you feel good.” He rolls over on his back, bringing you on top of him. Then he sits up and lifts your knees so your legs wrap around him and you hang onto his neck.

“God I wanna fuck you like this,” he whispers, holding you against him. His cock swells harder. You're throbbing madly. You card your fingers into his hair and he groans at your fingertips on his scalp. His strong arm holds you against him with his hips lifting under you.

“Me too,” you whisper, your legs pulling yourself closer, harder. You groan softly. “Want you inside me—fuck, just like this.”

“Can ya feel it,” he asks, “ohhh–cause I still feel it–god–every time I close my eyes.” He moans as his stiff manhood twitches against you. Your clit pulses and you gasp. He covers your mouth with a kiss as you come. Everything else fades away. His lips break away with a shudder as he explodes against you through the soft flannel, pulsing hard. Your chest flutters at the feeling.

When you're both done, he lets you back onto the sofa, and resumes his position on his side. He pulls you back against him with a sigh. You're pleasantly surprised that you don't feel a bigger mess against your back.

“Shit,” he mutters after a minute.

“What?”

“‘s’not your problem.”

“Say it.” You roll on your back to look at him.

His cheeks flush. “M’not empty.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“Not your problem,” he repeats, but you’re already pulling down your waistband. Yeah, it’s. . .not a problem at all.

You turn on your side again, facing the tv. You reach back into his pants, and your breath hitches at the mess of cum enrobing his slowly softening dick.

“Do it,” you whisper, and tilt your hips for him.

He quickly notches his cum smeared dick at your entrance, no longer fully hard, but hard enough. He presses on your mound as he plunges into you, dividing your insides with a sigh. “Fuck,” he breathes. Your chest feels light as your body makes space for him.

You close your eyes as he further stiffens, growing inside you, pressing against your walls. His hand slides up your top. He gropes your breast as he retreats, then bottoms out again. Within a few strokes, he’s as stiff as ever, and you’re as full as ever.

He pauses, fully seated inside you, throbbing. He covers you both with a blanket. You're relieved there's another one beneath you. He breathes against your ear as his hand meanders under your top again. “Inside?”

“Yeah,” You nod.

“Where it should be,” he pants. He moans as he slowly fucks you.

“Want it all,” you beg, getting closer and closer with the tight drag of him within you.

He adjusts his position, sliding his arm under your neck so he can grope you with both hands, hugging you tight against him.

"'s'all I think about," he whispers. "Ungghhh---when I wake up---ohh--when I go to sleep."

He moans softly and his hands feel you greedily, "whenever you're ready."

“Fuck,” you whisper. He buries himself in you slow and deep. His breath is hot on your neck. You push back on him, swallowing every inch he’ll feed your drooling cunt. He buries his mouth and nose against your head. The Christmas lights are blurry in the corner of your eye.

“Feel so perfect,” he pants. He rubs your clit and you still his hand. He withdraws part way and pauses with his tip nudging just the right spot. He just barely rocks his hips, staying right there, rubbing over it, not letting up.

You gasp and tighten with tension, then sigh as you gush on him.

“Yeah,” he pants, presses your mound for leverage, and bottoms out as you choke his cock.

He sighs and begins to pulse with even more power than you remember. A huge burst of warmth, followed by a smaller twitch, another massive burst, a slow thrust. It keeps coming, and so do you. His breaths are heavy against you, his stomach flexing into your back as he empties his load. You're overflowing with cum. Your climax wanes, and he's still pulsing even once he's dry.

It finally stops, and he rests inside.

You catch your breath, and the smell of sex hangs so heavy in the air that dread bubbles in your chest. You pull yourself forward, letting his cock fall out.

“Shit,” you mutter at the mess between your legs. You pull your pants up. He squeezes your hip affectionately as you sit up.

He sits up on his elbow and tucks away his worn out cock. He takes a deep breath and searches your eyes.

You don't know what to say. You reach back to feel the blanket – soaked. “This is. . .we can’t do this again.”

He whispers your name, sits up and rests one hand on your back, one on your thigh. His chest is heaving like he's waking up from a nightmare. “What happened,” he whispers. “Talk to me.”

“Here. We can't do this here.”

He sighs and swallows. “Okay,” he whispers. “Sorry.”

“You know how to use the washer, right?”

“Yeah. I've got it. Of course.”

You take off your pajama bottoms.

“You okay ?” He asks.

You nod. You yearn to lay with him, but you’re also compelled to leave that room.

You read his face and the worry on it makes your heart hurt.

“It's okay,” you whisper, then kiss him good night. It's a long, soft kiss, and he doesn't want to let you go. “It’s okay, I promise,” you assure him.

You creep up the stairs pantsless. The air is cool on the cum between your thighs until more warmth trickles out.

You clean up in your bathroom and hear the washer turn on downstairs. You can't get his pitiful look out of your head. You send him a chat when you get back in bed: Good night ❤️.

Sweet dreams ❤️🤟, he replies.

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Thank you for reading!

PSA - The main story to stepdad is over, and I don't commit to another arc of them, but the AU is still open for one shots, asks, HCs, whatever I get inspired on. Basically I want it to be more casual without expectations.

There will be another post this month, because I already wrote the smut.

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heathermason6060 · 10 months ago

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Daryl Dixon x f!Reader Smut: Missing Matchmaker Merle

Warnings: Smut, degradation, minor alcohol consumption, unprotected p in v, NO use of (Y/N)

Summary: You and Daryl distract each other from missing Merle.

Notes: Wanted to try the idea of Daryl thinking he wants super rough sex, but he finds out he doesn't really like it that much when you indulge in it. GIF found from Pinterest from user vallie

Taking a hot shower was something you used to take for granted. But after arriving at the CDC and having the chance to not only clean, but sanitize yourself, you made every second count. You even fucking shaved.

When you heard Jenner would also be serving dinner, you could've thrown up in excitement.

“C'mon, quit actin’ like a pussy and drink.”

You rolled your eyes at the redneck's words, but shrugged and waved him forward anyway. He grinned in success and filled a cup with red wine, nearly spilling it on your chest with the way he shoved it towards you.

The shift in the atmosphere the last few hours had been remarkable. Not too long ago you were in the first stages of accepting your possible demise, standing behind Shane and Daryl as they fought to get Rick away from the doors. Now here you sat between Carol and Daryl, drinking some of the best wine you'd ever tasted, enough food on your plate to fill your stomach the way it was meant to be.

You barely heard Daryl whisper beside you over the happy chatter of your group. “Watch, he's gonna turn all red, Koreans all got an allergy to alcohol.”

You couldn't help but break into a grin at that, shaking your head in amusement. He looked too excited for you to correct him so you just chuckled, and tried not to fall from your chair when he playfully elbowed you in your side.

The sight of Lori and Shane in the little library foiled your plans to read before bed. You only watched for a second, it looked like they were arguing, trying to keep their voices down despite their frustration.

You rolled your eyes and turned on your heels, annoyed you'd have to settle on something in the rec room.

As soon as you turned the corner to walk down the hall, you bumped into a chest so hard you lost your balance. Their hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, and when you heard that teasing southern accent you immediately felt your mood lifting.

“That wine make you blind? You Korean too?” He snickered as he helped you right yourself.

It was incredibly refreshing to see Daryl in that light. He was in a great mood, not drunk but buzzed enough to keep a grin on his face.

“Fucking Shane and Lori's in there.” You grumbled playfully, crossing your arms in exaggerated annoyance.

“Huh, what're they doin’?” His voice lowered to a nosey whisper and he nudged you back to peek around the corner. He immediately pulled back, bumping into you again, a look of disgust on his face. “Fuckin’ white trash. Actin’ like Rick ain't right down the hall.”

That had you turning into a nosey busybody and you went to see what he was talking about, but he had already nudged your shoulder in the other direction to the bedroom halls.

“C'mon, let's go do somethin’.” He didn't wait for an answer as he continued using his body to guide you down the hallway, reminding you of a sheepdog, which amused you to no end.

“Like what?” You smirked as he shouldered you into one of the rec rooms. There were a few loveseats, bean bag chairs, a long couch and endless shelves of things. Board games, card games, sketch books and those really expensive high quality colored pencils, markers, you name it. You could spend the rest of your life in this room and die happy.

“Hell, I don't know.” He shrugged and went to look through the shelves. You watched him in the doorway, your lip tightening at the side when you realized he was desperate to take his mind off Merle. Shit, you were too. You missed the fuck out of Merle Dixon. You'd grown extremely close to him, he wordlessly accepted your vulnerability of being the black sheep and Daryl related to it. They treated you like some weird adopted family member that one playfully flirted with and the other jerked off to.

“Wanna play uno? I'm suspiciously good at it.” You finally shut the door and walked over to him with crossed arms, aware of the way he tensed when you got closer.

“Uno? The fuck? Hell no.” He scoffed and aggressively flipped through the games on the shelf. “This is like some fucked up retirement center.”

“What'd you expect? An Xbox full of two player games?” You watched as he pretended to read the back of a card game box.

“Psh. I don't know. Let's go fuck with Glenn -”

You grabbed his wrist before he could rush past you and laughed. “Leave the poor kid alone. He's gonna be so fucking sick tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I guess. Threw up on my couch.” He muttered, remembering the way he'd had to drag Glenn to the couch in his temporary bedroom.

“Course he did. You kept pouring wine down the kids' throat.”

You had a few minutes of friendly banter, suggested uno again, he suggested strip poker, you suggested skipping the poker, and soon you were grinding against his knee behind some of the book shelves.

“I want it dirty. Want it raw.” He huffed as he feverishly unbuckled his belt. “F-fuck, you're so hot.”

You grinned and leaned in to bite his bottom lip, earning a delicious whimper from him. You dug your teeth down harder and pulled back, feeling his dick twitch obscenely against your hip.

“Want it dirty, yeah?” You drawled and kissed down his neck, switching between biting and biting hard.

“Yeah.” He breathed and fucked his hand, clutching onto your hair with his other. “You think,” he faltered as you bit down on his nipple, his words spilling into various curses and slang you couldn't understand. “Shhh-fuck” His voice cracked in a way that was absolutely fucking adorable to you. “Y’think, you could, on top-”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You made your way back up to his neck, reaching to unbutton the rest of his shirt, but he stopped you. You didn't question it, you just sat him down on one of the loveseats and climbed in his lap.

You looked over your shoulder at the door, even though it was shut anyone could just walk in, but Daryl grabbed your chin and forced you back against his mouth.

You fucking loved the way he kissed. It was so hot and sloppy, his tongue diving everywhere in your mouth, licking every spot he could reach. When you pulled back to breathe, the skin around your lips felt wet, just another thing to make your pussy wetter. Daryl Dixon being so messy and dirty drove you insane.

“I like the way you kiss me,” you slurred, your hands sliding up your pajama shirt to grope your own breasts. “Who would've thought you were such a needy whore.”

“Can you blame me, woman? Shit.” He thrusted up against you as he admired your form over him, your lips parted and your hair in your face, you looked hotter than every single pornstar he'd ever seen. He came harder to you than Sasha Grey.

You maneuvered out of your pajama pants and slipped back in his lap, sliding your pussy against his throbbing cock.

“Fuckin’ goddamnit.” He sputtered and grabbed hold of your hips for dear life. He rolled up in sync with you, nearly cumming when he saw the way his head would push through your folds each time your hips slid back.

It was easier to get him inside you with you on top, you didn't need to worry about him slamming into you like last time. You took your time, enjoying the way he curled his upper lip in frustration, his eyes locked on the way his dick disappeared up inside you.

“Fuck.” You drew your word out as you finally sat down on him, his dick sticking you like a skewer.

You opened your eyes when you felt him grabbing your right wrist. He brought it up to his throat with no hesitation, a new boldness filling him that you didn't expect.

You scoffed and laughed, the sound making his hips jerk roughly up into you. You obliged though, grabbing hold of his thick throat and squeezing.

The situation you found yourself in was something you could easily get used to. You leaned back, keeping yourself upright with your grip on his neck. You rolled your hips in a way that served you, using Daryl's dick to get off. The way you fucked him was completely foreign to him, he'd never seen anything like this in the tapes he'd steal from Merle.

You moaned when he bucked into you, and you had to take a moment to steady yourself. You released his neck and grabbed his chin, your thumb slipping between his teeth, holding him like a hooked fish. He looked up at you through his lashes and bit down gently, his hips rolling slower now.

“You're a fucking mess.” You hissed with a smirk, looking down at your work proudly. Now he was the one who needed to be in a filthy magazine. His cheeks and lips red, his eyes half lidded and dark, his teeth bared and biting on your thumb. He was sweating like crazy and you were impressed he hadn't come yet, must've been the wine. “God I missed your dick.”

You weren't sure how it happened but soon you were pressed against the wall, your thighs wrapped around his back and his dick rearranging your insides. You couldn't moan even if you wanted, he was so rough and fast that all you could do was gasp in each breath, your eyes rolled back and your mouth hanging open.

His thrusts slowed and he pulled back from biting your neck to nip the side of your jaw, making your eyes roll back to focus.

“Slap me.”

Your words didn't register to him for a second. He lifted his head and furrowed his brows in confusion, although his rough thrusts didn't even budge.

“C'mon, you wanted it dirty, didn't you?” You sneered, and a book fell from the shelf next to you when your head thudded back against the wall after a deep thrust.

He went to speak, but he only let out a long breath, and that's when his thrusts started to slow. “The hell you want that for?”

You were caught off guard by the look on his face. He looked equally confused and almost… insulted? Hurt?

“Cause it feels really fucking good. Hey, you don't have to, alright?” Your breathing came back under your control when his thrusts stopped altogether.

You could tell you upset him. You slid your legs from his waist until your toes touched the floor, and his dick slipped out of you.

“Hey, it's okay, alright?” You reached to touch his chin but he tilted his head away, no longer looking confused, moreso disappointed.

You bit your bottom lip and thought. He was in no state to make any further moves so you made it for him. You pulled your clothes back on and took him to his bedroom, making sure to close and lock the door. You turned the lights off and laid him down on the bed before climbing on top of him.

“I just wanna make you feel good, can I do that?” You murmured softly, sitting on his lap and stroking his cheek.

That seemed to get to him and he gave in, nodding once without meeting your gaze.

“Just tell me to stop and I will.” You promised and kissed down his cheek, deciding against being rough with him the way you were before.

“Never gonna hear me say that.” He snorted and intertwined his fingers in your hair, gentle, something you hadn't experienced with him. It was like a switch was flipped and he was a completely different man.

Daryl melted under you as you worked him over with soft touches and kisses. You took your bottoms back off and took his dick back out, giving him a few strokes to get him hard again. You wasted no time in slipping him inside you, thankful there was little resistance with how wet you had become.

You settled down on him, placing your hands on his chest to balance yourself, your fingers pinching the buttons on his shirt as a way to ground yourself. His dick sent you to other places.

You fucked him slow, taking the time to feel and appreciate each time his tip rubbed against your sweet spot. He breathed noisily under you, giving the occasional grunt or quiet whine, his hands resting on your hips.

Flipping your hair to one side over your shoulder, you leaned down and kissed him. You led this time, just moving your lips against his, slow and deep and without the use of your teeth, no matter how badly you wished to hear him whimper.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around your back to turn you over, somehow managing to keep his lips on yours the entire time.

You felt your muscles sigh in relief when he laid you on your back in the soft bed. You let out a soft happy breath when he slid his hands up your sides, content in just stroking your skin. He wasn't fucking you then, it was something different. If you were stupid you'd call it making love. He thrusted deep and slow, his hips moving on their own accord. Each time he plunged back in he'd exhale deeply through his nose, tickling the skin of your upper lip.

Daryl was the one to break the kiss, he leaned back on his heels to look down at you.

“So damn pretty.” He mumbled, his eyelids struggling to stay open. If he wasn't drunk on the wine he was drunk on you and this new way of having you, a way he never even considered. This was it, he thought, this is how he wanted to have sex for the rest of his life. Swallowing each other whole, touching and caressing every inch of skin.

His eyelids didn't feel so heavy when he saw you suck in a deep breath. Your eyes closed and you grabbed at your hair and breast, your head lolling to the side, your mouth hanging open, your face all twisted up-

You came hard around him, shuddering and gasping and whimpering as you enjoyed your sweet orgasm. It was so different, so drastically different from the last one he gave you. You didn't feel like you were on fire, clawing at your skin with your throat raw, you felt like you were being slipped into the warm black lake that was Daryl Dixon.

“Daryl, oh my god Daryl.” Your words slurred in your mouth and he leaned down to kiss you. He wanted to swallow every little noise you made. Wanted to swallow your breaths, wanted to swallow you.

“Ss-shh-fuck.” He bubbled against your lips as he came, forgetting to pull out again. He didn't give a shit anymore. He moaned then, such a beautiful noise that it nearly shattered your heart. So shameless, he didn't hold back at all, letting you hear all of it, all that you earned from him.

He ground his hips into you well after you both finished, making sure every last drop of his cum filled you up. He buried his face in your neck and rolled his hips, his rough pubes grinding against your throbbing clit. You'd never come that way before, not without at least a little outside stimulation, the fact he made you cum from penetration alone changed your life for good.

It was hard to bite back any further words. You moaned softly at the feeling of his dick still dragging against your walls, nudging against you each time in a way that was nearly too much to bear.

You looked at him with admiration. He looked beautiful. You reached up and ran your hand over his short hair, wiping the sweat from his brows. He looked at you, something he needed great courage to do, and sighed.

He couldn't think of anything to say. He felt ashamed, embarrassed, he'd been so deeply vulnerable that it physically hurt him. He swore he'd blow his goddamn brains out if you laughed or made fun of him.

But you didn't, you just smiled up at him with that dangerous look on your face that had his heart racing. It should've relaxed him, but it didn't, it made the muscles in his shoulders tense.

“Do you want me to leave?” You whispered as you stroked his cheek, fully prepared for him to go back to the same old Daryl Dixon you knew and tolerated.

“Do whatcha want.” He breathed, finally pulling his soft dick from you.

“Good. Then I'll stay.” You leaned up on your elbows and kissed his jaw before slipping into the bathroom.

When you climbed back in bed he was pretending to be asleep. You scoffed quietly in amusement and pulled a thin sheet over the two of you, curling up behind him. You decided that wouldn't suit you so you turned over and wrapped your arm around his waist, nuzzling your face in the back of his neck.

You kissed the skin there once before pressing your forehead against the same spot, closing your eyes when you felt comfortable.

Daryl stared at the wall in front of him as he felt your fingers softly fidget with the buttons of his shirt. They soon stilled and your breathing slowed to a point where he could barely hear it anymore. Only then did he close his eyes, and secretly enjoy the way you held him.

The next morning was awkward when you woke up and saw Glenn still passed out on the couch.

@ophelialaufey @carlgrimesgfofficial @theskinniestjackson-denny @dilfish-daydreams

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slimybeth69 · 5 months ago

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Girl Dinner Masterlist

Summary: After the civilized world you once knew came to an end-- the men that survived... well they just take, take, take. Growing tired of having things taken from you-- you have a hankerin' to take somethin' for yourself... and make him perfect.

Completed!! w/c--37k

Hungry Man - The events following Girl Dinner

content warnings: Reader (no descriptions besides having hair that can be pulled) is in a weird mindset; hears voices, talks to herself. non-con/dub-con (if you're looking for enthusiastic consent, ya wont find it here) smut, cock-warming, unprotected P in V, creampies, oral (m&f receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, pussy and peen pronouns, alcohol consumption (altered mental state). Joel wears a shock collar and other various horrible things that would keep him in check-- and he doesn't fucking like it.

Reader warning- flashbacks of readers graphic and sad past!!!

While it looks real pretty, this is a Dead Dove, Do Not Eat. If ya do and then come complaining to me that you ate a dead dove-- I'm gonna fight you. I warned you!

Part 1- Knocked Loose

Part 2- Cave In

Part 3- Your People

Part 4- Goodbye

thank you to @pedrospookie for these amazing mood boards/ collages/ inspo for the fic. They're fucking adorable, and I love how each one changes to fit the chapter a little. Lets all thank pookie for answering all the questions I had about some of the inspo for this fic and fueling my unhinged delusions that make this fic possible.

Fan art- Pudding Fan Club

#fic: girl dinner #kidnapped!joel miller x unhinged!reader #joel miller x reader #smut #joel miller #pedro pascal characters #joel miller smut #DDDNE

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shelbgrey · 1 year ago

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heyyy can i request some sfw/nsfw hcs for alex karev?

thank you 💓💓💓

Dating Alex Karev headcanons

Paring: Alex Karev x Grey!reader

Summary: headcanons about dating Alex Karev -SMUT warning

A/n: I had fun writing this one :)

🩷MasterList ML2 🩷Dating Mood Board

Enemies to lovers kinda...

Your first encounter with him was your first day intern year. His locker was next to yours and you could feel him staring at you as he sat on one of the benches.

“nice tattoos” he smirked, shining a flashlight on your tattooed covered arm. Before you could replie, your Cousin Meredith pulled you away. “don't talk to her” she said a little too defensively

You and Alex butted heads a lot at first, you didn't like his attitude and you thought he was a total ass. Then you thought you were ridiculous for thinking he was hot.

After a few months you guys did become buddies. You'd make dark or dirty jokes together.

He would ignore his feelings for you. He knew you deserved better and he didn't want to add anymore darkness to his life.

He really didn't start showing his softer side until your aunt Elis came to the hospital. You opened up to him about how your aunt adopted you, but never really cared about you. He wanted to tell you about his crapy childhood, but wasn't ready to open up just yet.

He was just ready to be your shoulder to cry on.

You did ended up going to the hospital prom together. You asked him. “you wanna crash the prom together?” he down played his excitement, he was over the moon excited on the inside but on the out side he shrugged and said this nonchalantly: “sure, I guess we'll suffer together”

But that he wasn't suffering at all, he was so happy to have you in his arms all night. And for the first time he didn't care he was showing his softer side to the hospital. He just enjoyed himself and danced with you most of the night. “wow, Alex Karev can dance”

He just smirked and twirled you, he brought you back to his chest shaking his head playfully. “Shut up”

The first song you guys danced to was Jeff Healey's Angel Eyes, it would later be your guys song. At first he'd never admit out loud how much the word hit him right in the heart, lyrics like:

'There's just one more thing that I need to know, If this is love why does it scare me so? It must be somethin' only you can see, 'Cause girl I feel it when you look at me'

You weren't gonna tell him how nervous you felt to be there with him, you never went to your high school prom. It was nice to be surrounded by all the fairy lights and dance with a guy you've liked for a long time. Alex did catch on quickly and wanted to know what was on your mind. “what's wrong?”

You shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed. “this is my first prom... I never really experienced my high school prom” Alex looked suprised. “why's that?”

“no guy ever really liked me or found me attractive enough to give me a chance... I was kinda of a geek back then”

“thoes guys are idiots. I would have killed to be with someone like you in high school”

You definitely saw something there in him that wasn't there before. You knew he was more than just a closed off jerk and that night only confirmed it. That same night he kissed you.

The kiss wasn't rough like you expected, it was gentle and sweet. He held the side of your face and kissed like you were the only person he wanted.

After that night he constantly flirted with you, making you blush or smirk.

Even when you started dating he would intentionally give you awful pick up lines just to make you laugh. “I hope you know CPR ‘cuz you just took my breath away”

“Alex... We're dating you don't need pick-up lines” he would just shrug and kiss your cheek. “I know, I just like making you laugh”

He's a total softy around you. He might seem like an ass to everyone else and people(especially George) might not understand why your with him, but he treats you like a queen.

Meredith did put the fear of god in him when you started dating. Like really did, Meredith and him were in a OR and she was holding a scaple and threatening his life when she found you and Alex were dating. “calm down, Mer. You think I'm gonna lose the most amazing thing in my life”

You were glad he was such a good friend to Izzie, especially when she lost Denny, but you couldn't help but be worried about their friendship later on. You and Alex had learned the hard way to be open with each other, so when it become a problem you decide to talk to him. “your just friends... Right?” you asked nervously. Alex gave a confused look and before he could awnser you talked over him in a nervous pace. “because she's a Model, Alex... She tall, blonde, and Beautiful... Any guy would want her... I'm short, I have tattoos, and dyed hair”

Alex cut you off by gently holding your face in his hands. “your what I want... Got it? I think your sexy as hell... And as for the dye job and tattoos I think is beautiful on you”

If your in the kitchen cooking he's under your feet sampling everything. It's even worse when you get a dog because you have to move around them both. “Alex, quit eating! I'm trying to cook”

“woman, I'm hungry!”

He probably didn't get decent home cooked meals till he started dating you. He loves your cooking.

When there's nothing on TV you'll watch old re-runs of Walker Texas Ranger. Which leads to walker and Chuck Norris inside jokes.

You also had conversations that's only normal to you two. Your friend learned that when you guys were in a OR gallery eating chips and ignoring the sugury. “who'd win in a fight Walker or Patrick Swayze?”

“if we're talkin' 'Road House' Swayze then, Patrick” Alex replied like it was the most obvious thing.

“but Chuck Norris knows martial arts” you reminded Alex. “but Swayze ripped a guy's throat out in 'Road house' ” Alex fired back. Alex loves 'Road house', it has Swayze and Jeff Healey(who sings your guys song).

“weirdest conversation” Izzie said, over hearing it. “always” Meredith added.

You guys stay in Derek's trailer for a bit and it wasn't a good experience for either one of you. He hates bears and you hate Snakes. “Alex! There's a fucking snake in the porch!”

“I'm not going out there! there's bears out there too, what do you want me to do about?”

You shrugged and annoyed with him and scared by the snake. “What? Are we just supposed to spend the rest of our lives in here?”

You stopped listing to the song House of Pain by Faster Pussycat around Alex because you can tell the words hit a little too hard for him and upset him.

Alex shrugged. “sounds good to me” he walked pasted you and towrds the bed. “wonder if Walker is on tv”

Since he's Evil Spawn his nickname for you is Angel.

He'd confide in you and open up to you about his past and family. He wanted to be a better man than his father was and he sure as hell wanted to treat you better than his father treated his mother.

The day his father showd up at hospital as a patient he kepted you far away from him. “that baaterd doesn't deserve to meet or know someone as amazing as you... Promise me you'll stay away from his hospital room”

He's a girl dog dad, plain and simple. He might only admit it to you though. You brought home a female Chiweenie puppy one day and he immediately fell in love with the pup. But they also have a love hate relationship. “that little bitch bit me” and then next hour their cuddling on the couch. “such a sweet little girl” he smiled scratching behind the puppy's ear.

You named her Baby after Jennifer Grey's character in Dirty Dancing

After the puppy calmed down and was more calmer, you guys got a license to bring her in for the Peds patients to see and cuddle while they were in the hospital.

Even though your an amazing cook to him, you guys get take-out alot due to your busy work schedule.

Sometimes you'll so tired to even eat something big and you'll end up sharing a large order of French fries.

Physical touch is his love language.

This man need physical contact a lot too. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, he's really just a big ol' teddy bear.

You joke about that, he can be such a cocky jerk and tough but he's really just a big teddy bear.

“I'm not a teddy bear” he said trying to not to smile. You shook your head and held him tighter. “your right... Your MY teddy bear”

He also loves forehead kisses, it's just such a soft and he loves doing gentle gesture like that to you. It just makes your relationship so much more intimate and real to him.

Alex refuses to sleep unless you have fallen asleep first, he just needs to know your okay before he can have a good night sleep. He really stated doing this after the hospital shooting.

He may be protective of you, but your definitely more protective. He finds is adorable and hot when you get all made and try to be his guard dog. “listen here Nurse syphilis...”

He calls you his angry Chihuahua just to mess with you.

He's not afraid to defend you either, he'd be damed if someone talked bad or down to you. He knows you and Christina don't get along and he's not afraid to put her in her place if she goes to far. “Back off Yang! I mean it”

He's a rough kisser, he's way taller than you so usually he hold your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.

NSFW headcanons:

He has a tendency to grip the headboard when he's close to cumming.

He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.

He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

He love getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

Has a soft spot for sex in the shower, he loves holding you up against the wall, roughly while he drives his cock into you.

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.

He doesn’t keep quiet. A good amount of teasing, dirty talk and the way he grunts...

Alex loves gripping your hips as you ride him, leaving his impressions on your thighs as you move, chasing your highs.

His favorite thing is probably you riding him. He loves gripping your hips, controlling your pace.

You may be in top, but he's in control. But that doesn't mean he loves the fact your using him to chase your high.

he loves grabbing you by the hips, literally squeezing his fingertips against your soft skin, holding you in the place or using them to help guide the pace.

One of his biggest kink is cumming inside you, seeing you filled up just makes him go crazy.

God, he loves anything to do with your breasts. He loves it when your sitting on his lap, grinding against his bulge while his face is buryed in your breasts, kissing and marking them up.

Honestly, you grinding yourself on him in someway and getting yourself off turns him on so much.

He loves using his fingers to get you to cum. “Look at you, whimpering for my fingers already”

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

#Alex Karev #alex karev x reader #Alex Karev imagines #Alex karev headcanons #Alex Karev smut #greys anatomy headcanons #Greys anatomy x reader

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yarsia-writesxx · 26 days ago

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Saints and Sinners

Sammie ‘Preacher boy’ Moore x Serena Saint

Summary: Serena and Sammie were practically inseparable when they were little. He's play his instrument in church while Serena sang in the choir. But one day she had to move away without warning. Now she's back....What happens when she is recruited by stack to sing at their jukebox joint?

Warnings: tension

Part 2

The afternoon sun hangs heavy in the sky, casting long shadows across the dusty path as Serena walks toward the little house at the edge of town. The porch creaks beneath her sandals, the old boards giving under her careful steps. Before she can knock, her father's voice calls out from inside.

"That you, baby girl?"

"It's me, Daddy," she says, pushing open the screen door.

That day her momma left with her, Serena thought she'd never see her father again. The shouting, the slammed door, the packed suitcase—it all felt so final. But her father made an effort. Showed up every chance he could, no matter how far it was or how late the hour. Her mother, as angry as she was, granted him that—said she didn't have to see his face all the time,so it's alright . And he used that small opening like it was gold.

Inside, her father sits in his worn armchair, a soft blanket over his knees and a well-thumbed book resting on his lap. The room smells like tobacco and old pine. He looks up with a tired smile. "Don't you look more like your mama every time I see you," he says, motioning her over. Serena bends to kiss his cheek and settles on the footstool beside him. "How you feelin' today?"

"Oh, I'm still breathin', so I suppose I can't complain," he chuckles. "Reverend came by, brought the paper and talked my ear off about the Good Lord."

"That does sound like him," she says, laughing. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a wrapped bundle. "I brought you some of Miss Lydia's peach pie. Said it might sweeten your mood."

"That woman's pie could raise the dead," he grins, already reaching for it. "How ya been daddy?" Serena questions. “Oh, same ol', same ol'. Glad you came by," he says, eyeing her with curiosity. "But what you really come for?"

Serena smiles, caught in the act. "I came to see you, of course... but I ran into Stack and Sammie on the way." Serena says sitting across from her father. "Ah, the Moore boys," he says, chuckling as he settles back. "How's that Stack? Last I heard, he and his brother was in Chicago or somethin'."

"He's fine, Papa. Doing real good." She hesitates for a second, messing with her dress. "Actually... Stack and Sammie invited me to see their new place. The twins bought a juke joint."

"A juke joint, huh?" he says, raising his eyebrows as he nods slowly. "Yeah," Serena replies. "They asked me to sing for them, and I think I'm gonna go. I just need to stop by Pearline's first."

He smiles, the pride evident in his eyes. "You always had a beautiful voice. I'm sure you'll do just fine. Just promise me you'll be back at a reasonable time—you know how I worry."

Serena beams, excitement lighting up her face. "Great, thanks, Papa!" she says, getting up, kissing his cheek before hurrying to the door.

....

Serena makes her way to Pearline's house, her heart tapping out a rhythm faster than her steps. The porch is warm beneath her feet, and as always, she lets herself in.

Inside, Pearline is curled up on the edge of her bed, painting her toenails and humming along to the radio. The scent of coconut oil and fresh linen floats through the room. Pearline glances up. "Hey, you. Back from your daddy's?"

"Yeah," Serena says, closing the door behind her. “How is he?” Pearline questions. "He's good. Said the Reverend talked him to sleep." Serena as words making pearline chuckle, then narrows her eyes, catching something in Serena's expression. "Okay... what is it? You got that 'I done did something' look."

"It's nothing like that it's just preacher boy invited me to sing as this new juke joint his cousin opened up" Serena says making Pearline blink in confusion . "Preacher who?" She questions. "Preacher boy. Sammie," Serena says with a grin. "Oh right the guy you introduced me to today" Pearline says making her nod. ""I wanna do it," Serena says, her voice softer now. "I really do. But I ain't got nothin' that says 'I belong up there.' Most of what I got says 'I belong behind a pie table at a bake sale.'"

Pearline marches over to her closet with a mission in her step. "Lucky for you, I been waiting for an excuse to let this dress out again."

She pulls out a deep red swing dress, smooth as satin and catching the light just right.

...

Sammie looks around the room, searching for a certain someone."Everything good?" Slim asks, coming behind Sammie. Sammie startles, then gives a quick, jerky nod, wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers. "Yeah... yeah, just waitin' on someone."

Slim raises an eyebrow, smirking. "Someone, huh?"

Before Sammie can reply, the door swings open. Serena steps inside, her eyes sweeping over the room with quiet wonder. "Wow... it's beautiful," she murmurs to herself, unaware that Sammie has already spotted her.

A slow grin creeps across Sammie's face as he watches her. Undressing her with his eyes, he shifts his weight, brushing his jacket back just enough to look smooth without trying too hard. Serena finally notices him and strolls over, tilting her head.

"Ya mama ever tell you it's rude to stare?" she teases, one brow arched. Serena was wearing a red dress with a layered, design. The top layer appears to be made of a sleek, satin, fabric. Underneath, there's a sheer, lace 3 bodice with embellishments that seem to be small stones or sequins. Sammie looks at her up and down and grins, eyes never leaving hers. "She did. But she also said if you see something beautiful, you'd be a fool to look away."

Serena arches a brow, amused. "That right?"

"Of course" Sammie says making Serena smile. "So, you here to dance," Serena challenges, stepping a little closer, eyes locked on his, "or just stand there makin' a habit of starin' at me?"

Sammie's smirk deepens, head tilting ever so slightly. "Depends," he says smoothly. "You want me to dance, or keep admirin' the view?"

Serena bites back a smile, clearly amused. "You talk a lot of game."

"I play just as good," Sammie fires back without missing a beat. That makes Serena laugh—soft, surprised, a little impressed. She reaches out and slips her hand into his. "Alright then, smooth talker. Let's see if your moves match your mouth."

Sammie lets her lead him onto the dance floor, his grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The moment they reach the crowd, he spins her with practiced ease, then pulls her back against him, his hands settling low on her hips. Her back molds to his chest like they were meant to fit. They move in rhythm, slow and deliberate, each sway laced with unspoken promises. Sammie’s breath catches as he watches her hips roll against his, sending a slow burn through his veins. She has no idea what she’s doing to him—or maybe she does. His fingers tighten slightly on her waist as he leans in, his lips brushing her neck, soft and slow. A kiss here. Another there. Her skin is warm, her scent dizzying. He hears her breath hitch just slightly, and it almost undoes him.

This woman… she’s dangerous. And Sammie’s never wanted danger more. She doesn’t pull away. If anything, she leans back into him, her head tilting just enough to give him more access to her neck. It’s permission—and a dare.

Sammie’s lips ghost over her skin again, slower this time, letting the moment stretch like a wire pulled tight. One spark and it’ll snap. Her hand slides back, fingertips grazing the side of his thigh before resting there, anchoring herself—or maybe him. His jaw clenches. Every part of him is screaming to close the distance, to press in closer, deeper, more. He lowers his mouth to her ear, his voice barely a whisper. “You keep moving like that,” he murmurs, “and I’m not gonna make it through this song.”

She turns her head slightly, just enough for her lips to brush his jawline. “Maybe that’s the point,” she replies, voice low, teasing—but her eyes say otherwise. There’s fire in them. A challenge.

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olive-fics · 1 year ago

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Abby Anderson x Injured Reader

I need to be held so.. Just some fluff. Uses Y/N and some pet names, Some mentions of blood and a deep cut, Friends with benefits, Abby just kinda taking care of you cus she loooovesss you.. Not proof read.

It was your first patrol back after an incident that left you sidelined for weeks. Abby Anderson, someone you considered more than just an acquaintance, had insisted on being your patrol buddy for this crucial return to duty. . .

Hail hammered against your coat and hat, each icy pellet sent a jolt against your skin, matching the erratic pounding in your chest as you struggled to keep pace through the freezing storm. Abby's grip tightened on your arm to keep you balanced with your limp leg after snagging it on an old fence.

“Damn it, Y/N..” Abby’s voice trembled with a mix of worry and frustration, her breath visible in the frigid air. “It’s your First patrol back your surgery and you’re hurt again.. Base is too far. We have to camp out in this cabin..” Abby’s voice was breathy from the cold breeze and sniffle from her nose.

Her words cut through the howling wind, Together, you stumbled towards the rustic cabin. With every step, the hail seemed to intensify as you slowly inched to the door. You couldn’t help but wince from the sharp, uneasy twinge shooting through your leg.

Abby cautiously eased the door open, her senses alert for any sign of danger, her pistol drawn and ready in case infected had breached the cabin.

“It’s clear.. Let’s get you on that couch..”

The sight matched your imagination: an abandoned, dirty place, its abandonment was clear in the busted up floor boards and dirt along the trim.

"It's better than nothing," you managed, your voice trembling with each syllable, punctuated by the relentless waves of pain surging through your leg. "It’s just for tonight- I'll be alright by morning." Your words strained through the discomfort as you sat down on the filthy chair.

“I think I have a few matches left..Lets get a fire in here..” Abby rummaged through her pocket and grabbed a match, tossing it into the fireplace. Abby let out a low sigh as she focused her attention on you.

"Now, let me take a look at this knee, Angel.”

You couldn’t help but feel flustered by that stupid nickname she called you. She knew it pissed you off but you were in no mood to argue.

"It's nothing," you admitted reluctantly, feeling a pang of vulnerability as Abby rolled up your jeans. “Just... hurts more than I thought..”

“Oh yeah? Then why are you making a fuss about me just rolling up your jeans then?”

You couldn’t argue with that and just let her off with a grumpy sigh.

“I probably just.. pulled a muscle.”

Abby sighed as she saw the Laceration. “Sure thing..”

Abby unzipped her backpack and retrieved a med kit, she pulled out an antibiotic cleaner. With a careful touch, she began to clean the cut.

"It's gonna sting a bit," she warned, her voice gentle yet tinged with concern. "you need to hold my hand or somethin', love?"

You scoffed and looked away not wanting to accept her hand.. when suddenly the stinging was intense and aching throughout your thigh to ankle.

“F-fuck..!” You exclaimed and gripped the couch cushion to try and alleviate some pain.. Nothing worked. Abby’s free hand reached yours gently and she sighed, “Told you, Gotta listen to me more Princess.”

Whatever..

Abby removed the blood-soaked rag and applied some ointment. She then wrapped a gauze bandage on your cut and sealed it with medical tape. “Don’t get up from this couch until tomorrow morning. And I mean that Y/N.”

You let out a weary groan, adjusting yourself on the couch, using your backpack as a makeshift pillow. The dull ache persisted, and despite the discomfort, you tried to close your eyes to sleep while Abby searched the cabin for supplies and rations.

“There’s a bedroom if you wanna lay in there.” Abby leaned on the door frame to the living room looking down at you on the couch.

"Gods, yes I do," you whined, attempting to rise from the couch when Abby abruptly halted your movement. Her sudden intervention paused your attempt. Her hand rested gently on your shoulder.

"Easy there," Abby's voice was firm. "Let me help."

With a gentle hold, Abby swiftly slid her right hand under your thighs and her left hand under your back, lifting you with ease. Abby's biceps were toned and defined, when picking you up the muscles in her upper arms flexed, revealing a gentle curve.

"Comfortable? Just a few more steps. Easy now Princess.."

You couldn’t help but have that tiredness in your eyelids hit you as soon as you smelled her musky pine soap. The gentle tickle of the end of her braid against your arm was a subtle, soothing touch, each strand brushing lightly and creating a calming sensation. A soft yawn escaped your lips and you shut your eyes, you nestled your head into her shoulder as she lowered you into the little bed.

“Sleepy girl.” Abby laughed quietly and stroked your hair.

“Don’t go..” you whined as Abby started to walk off..

“You want me to stay? Like… in bed with you??”

“Yes.”

Abby couldn't deny that sleepy voice.

Abby slowly crawled into bed next to you. She picked you up and placed you on top of her chest where she cuddled you the rest of the night.

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lonely-ey3s · 5 months ago

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With All My Love: Chapter 7 | austin

Pairings: joel miller x f!reader (no outbreak)

Word count: 14.8k

Chapter Summary: As the night comes to an end, you and Joel spend time in bed, addicted to each other. The following day, you both get Sarah from her friend’s house and take her out on a day date, eager to get to know her and spend time with her. Afterwards you all three go to the store to gather groceries for what’s needed for the BBQ Joel is hosting on behalf of your return tomorrow.

Chapter warnings: SMUT (18+ MDNI), m!oral, f!oral, unprotected p in v (wrap it boys and girls), joel has a praise kink and slight hair pull kink (oops), mentions of combat and death, PTSD anxiety, some angst, FLUFF, joel being an absolute lover, soft!joel, if I missed anything, lmk :)

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics

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You and Joel spent the rest of the night in bed, eating tacos that you both briefly went out and got from a taco truck a few minutes away that Joel talked about a few days ago that you had been craving since hearing about them.

It was around 11 o’clock when you turned to Joel who was lying in bed next to you, head on your thigh, rubbing circles into your knee, as you sat up against the headboard, and tried to figure out your phone as he watched the sports channel. Both of you taking a breather from the last two back-to-back rounds you just finished a little bit ago, you are both feeling a tad sore and overstimulated.

You had one hand gently brushing his hair back, hyper focused on customizing your phone’s settings. Joel had helped you with the first part of the setup: adding the Wi-Fi password, helping you create a passcode, and setting up your language and accessibility preferences. You never had a touch phone before, so this was all new and a little overwhelming. When you were with Charlie he only allowed you a burner phone, and before that, you never had a phone.

“Baby, can I pick anything to be my screensaver?” you asked, messing with the wallpaper settings.

He looked up at you and smiled, “Anythin’ sweetheart... there are default pictures it gives ya, but then you can also use anythin’ from your gallery or even download somethin’ from the internet if you want.” he kissed your thigh and hummed, “Sarah has somethin’ she found on somethin’ called Pinterest? She called it a mood board?” he looked back at you, your nose was scrunching as you were concentrating, he smiled and chuckled at you then laid his head back down, “Never gonna get tired of the damn nose scrunch…” he rubbed your thigh.

You snapped out of your concentration when he said that and leaned down and kissed his forehead, then hummed as you sat back up and thought for a second before you got up slowly out of bed. You had his t-shirt back on and to help you avoid easy access and or temptation, you put panties back on. You went over to your backpack and sat on the floor crosslegged, placing the phone next to you, as you unzipped your bag, your back to the bed.

Joel perked up and came to the edge of the bed on his stomach, watching you curiously.

You dug through your bag, pulling out your laptop and then your medical bag which had your last name and the word ‘medic’ on a Velco patch. You unzipped it and looked through it, clearly looking for something specific.

You sighed and whispered, “Where did I put it?” you zipped it back up and then set it aside with your laptop. You then peeked back in your backpack and pulled out all the letters and photos Joel had sent you, looking through them, and then smiled warmly finding the photo you wanted. The one of him and Sarah that you carried with you everywhere.

You made room on the carpet in front of you and then put the photo down, and took the phone and found the camera app, then took a picture of the picture, smiling as you set that as your wallpaper.

“Whatcha doin’ baby?” he tried peeking over your shoulder.

You smiled brightly and turned around slightly, showing him your screensaver, “Just needed to find the photo…”

He looked at you speechless then sat up and came to sit down by you, looking at the pile of letters and photos you kept, smiling as he skimmed through the letters and photos, every single one he could remember was accounted for.

You leaned your head on his shoulder as you watched him look through everything, “I love this photo of you, is it when you guys went to the lake?” you pointed out a photo of Joel in a blue shirt, similar to the one he wore in the car he sent when they went to the lake and Sarah’s soccer tournament.

He looked at it and hummed, nodding, “Yeah, Sarah took it when we got lunch…” he chuckled and took it softly from your grasp, “She was so determined to get photos of me for you that weekend.” he chuckled looking at it.

You smiled and leaned your lips against his bicep and gently kissed it, “She’s got an eye for portrait photography… is she interested in it?”

He smiled softly, “She has said a few times she’d like to save up for a nice camera… but she takes photos of everything. Kind of like you.” he leaned over and kissed your head.

He looked through more photos and found one of him, Tommy, and Sarah in life jackets at the lake, he swallowed remembering what sinful thing he had done in the bathroom of the boat, he readjusted his hips slightly, feeling his erection growing slowly.

You noticed the growing bulge after he readjusted and bit your lip, “What’s got you so hot and bothered about that photo handsome?” you said lowly as you leaned up and softly bit his earlobe, causing his breathing to become heavier and quick.

He turned his head and looked at you, licking his lips as he glanced at yours, “I.. uhm.. I may have done somethin’ on that boat that wasn’t so…” trying to form a sentence together.

You took the photo softly from his hand and moved to straddle him in his lap, watching his lips, “Wasn’t so… what? Appropriate, cowboy?” you put your hands on his shoulders, leaning down, and started to kiss his jawline then neck, softly sucking love bites into his skin.

His hands moved to sit on your hips, moving his legs to lay more flat, he groaned softly feeling your lips on him, closing his eyes, trying to keep it together, unable to form a coherent sentence with what you were doing to him.

You began to slowly grind on him, moaning softly as you felt his erection press up against your already soaking panties, “Tell me what you were thinking about when you did this…” you traced your tongue lightly against his pulse point, earning a whine and grip of your hips from him, “... shameful act you committed…” you grinned and threaded your fingers through the hair on the back of his head to tilt his head back and expose his Adam's apple, softly kissing it as your hand moved between your bodies and moved your panties to one side and pulled his cock out of his boxers, sliding it against you dripping slit.

His breathing sped up, and he grinned sinfully when you pulled his hair, surprisingly loving it, “I… I thought about you while I was in the water…” he groaned feeling you tease him at your entrance, “Thought about you wrapping your legs around me in the water… running my hands up and down your body as we made out… thought about what you’d look like in a bathing suit… how ravishing you’d look…” he swallowed down a moan feeling you stroke him gently, listening to his every reaction.

You pulled back from his throat and hovered over his lips, then leaning in and softly biting his bottom lip and pulling it, lightly moaning, “Mmm that doesn’t seem like the sinful act baby… that just seems to be what caused it…” You looked at him in the eyes as he looked at you with eyes of pure lust as you stroked him more, “Tell me what you did with your cock…” you began to stroke him a little faster, “...let me guess… in the bathroom?” you bit your lip and grinned at him, clearly making him come undone. He let out a soft groan and gripped your hips, as he nodded, trying to catch his breath slightly, “Mmm yes… fuck… I jerked myself off to the…” he let out a deep groan feeling you drag him through your folds again, knowing you were teasing him, “Fuck baby… I thought about how it would be to put you on that sink and fuck you until your legs shook…” he moved his hands down and gripped your ass, kneading it, trying to entice you to sit on his cock. “... as I would fuck you senseless…” he grinned as he tried to lean forward and kiss you, you teased him by pulling away and gently pulling on his hair, “Mmm, not yet cowboy…” you tightened your grip a little and continued to stroke him slowing down the pace.

He smirked when you tugged on his hair, biting his lip, he liked this side of you, he’s going to fuck this side of you senseless, “Thought how good it would feel to have you cum around my cock… how deep I’d fuck you… how I’d make you cum so hard that your pretty little mouth would hang open as you moaned in pleasure… begging me not to stop…”

You grinned and brought yourself closer to his lips, then notched him at your entrance, “Mmm that’s hot baby…” You leaned in like you were going to kiss him then swerved and softly sucked on his earlobe, humming in pleasure, then pulled back, whispering “If we’re sharing dirty little secrets… you know that photo you sent of you makin’ that rocking chair?”

He nodded and clenched his jaw then grunted as he felt you start to sit down on his cock, taking him inch by inch until you fully sat on him, letting out a satisfied moan in his ear then moving your lips down and kissing his pulse point, before softly saying into his skin, “I used that every night with a similar fantasy of you fucking me senseless…” then came up to meet his eyes, both of your pupils blown with lust, you rolled your hips once, biting your bottom lip.

He let out a shaky breath, feeling goosebumps flood his body at your admission. He moved close to your lips and grinned, “Oh baby… that can be arranged immediately…” he began to move your hips up and down, “Would you like that?” he breathlessly asked.

You lightly moaned, focusing on keeping eye contact with him, nodding, “Yes sir…” you said putting both hands on his shoulders, rocking your hips along with his rhythm, lips less than a breath away from each other.

He bit his lip and gripped your hips, feeling you pulse around him, “Take off that fuckin’ shirt…” he said before cursing under his breath and whimpering as you purposely flexed around his cock.

You bit your lip and slowly took the shirt off of you, unveiling your tits that had nipples perked from arousal, tossing the shirt to the ground beside the both of you.

Joel immediately moved his hand to grab one of your tits and sucked on your nipple, like he was a man starved for you.

You moaned and tossed your head back at the sensation, cursing under your breath, and began rocking your hips a little faster, putting your hands on one of his shoulders and back to entangle in his hair.

He sucked on your nipple and breast until he left small marks on it, satisfied with his work, softly moaning as he felt you move up and down on his cock, gripping onto you tightly with his large hands, leaving marks with how tightly he held onto you in pleasure.

He looked up at you and moved his hand down to grip your ass, “Fuck you look so good when you’re on my cock…” he leaned up and began sucking on your pulse point and neck, leaving deep marks, breathing heavily as you started to grind in his lap a little faster, moaning his name on the edge of orgasm. He gritted through his teeth, feeling you tighten around him, “Wanna make that my screensaver…”

You grinned and bit your lip, “Then do it…” you moaned as you rocked your hips.

He just about came right then and there by that statement, he moaned into your skin and pulled back to look at you, smirking, “Yeah? You want that?” his eyes rolled back as he felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix, “Oh fuck me…”

You leaned in and kissed him deeply once, slowly pulling back, sucking on his bottom lip and gently pushed him to lay on his back then grabbed our phone and opened your camera up, handing it to him, “Yes please cowboy…” rolling your hips, continuing to rub his tip against your cervix.

He grabbed your phone and put his hand on your hip to hold you still so he could concentrate, he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to hold it together, “Hold on baby… I’m not gonna make it much longer with what you’re doin’ to me…” he groaned in pleasure and opened his eyes and then smirked as he took a photo.

You grabbed his hand on your hip and placed it on your breast, “Take another one…”

He bit his lip and gripped it softly then took another picture, “Fuck you’re so hot…” then moaned as you clenched your pussy around him, to tease him further, “Oh fuck baby…” he then growled and smirked, “You’re bein’ a naughty girl…” he tossed your phone gently to the side and sat back up.

He brought your legs to wrap around his waist and plant on the floor behind him and then immediately wrapped his arm around your waist and adjusting himself to tilt you back a tad. You grabbed onto the back of his neck, knowing exactly what he was doing, sticking your other hand behind you to stabilize you against your duffle behind you, out of breath, and smiling against his lips.

You moaned softly as he hovered over your lips and lowly said, “Fuck you feel so good wrapped ‘roud my cock baby…” he started to drag out of you nice and slow, hitting that spot that he knew would make you see stars.

You hung your jaw open, and your eyes fluttered close as you let out a low moan against his lips, “Oh f-fuck… right there…” he kept going at this rhythm, reaching up and kissing your lips deeply and slowly as you used your feet to move against him as well and continued to ride him, moaning softly as your lips crashed against each other passionately.

He grunted as he began thrusting deeper and a little faster when you put your head back for a moment to try and catch your breath, then right back to his lips, addicted to his lips on yours. You gripped onto his neck and shoulders, and sometimes his hair as you would move your hips with him, feeling as much of him while holding onto him.

His hands went everywhere to hold you, your back, waist, hips, ass, and upper thigh, he couldn’t get enough of you as he continued to thrust into you.

Both of you began approaching orgasm, not needing to say a word, you both parted from each other's lips and watched as you both came undone on each other. Joel grunted as his hips stalled for a moment before milking himself as he came deep inside you. You gasped as you came shortly after, a moan shortly following, smiling with your forehead against his, whispering a few times “I love you…” before slowly leaning in and kissing each other slowly and passionately, him slowly making you both fall back against the duffle bag, out of breath, devouring each other’s lips.

You chuckled and pulled away briefly, putting your head back smiling, and breathing heavily. He kissed your chin and then throat gently before you leaned back down and captured his lips in yours, kissing him slowly and deeply, combing your fingers through his hair, his big hands holding onto your waist, pulling you close to him, humming happily as he kissed you.

He slowly pulled away from your lips and moved to kiss your jaw and neck softly, then rested his forehead on your shoulder, “God you’re addicting my love… I can’t get enough of you…” he smiled and swallowed to calm his breathing down before gently pulling out of you, making you wince at the absence of him. He pulled his boxers back over him and fixed your panties gently too.

You giggled after a moment, looking down at him, “We’re in trouble once we don’t have the house to ourselves…”

Joel chuckled and then looked up at you and ran his hand up your body to cup your cheek, “Mmm, I think that makes it more exciting to sneak around, don’t you?” he snuck a slow and deep kiss from your lips.

You hummed and smiled against his lips as he pulled back, “I do… but I also love moaning your name to the heavens…” you chuckled and stole one more kiss from him before gently guiding him to sit up by placing your hand on his chest, which he did and then kissed him gently once more before you got off his lap and put your things back in your bag, he sat behind you and kissed your shoulder and moved your hair to the side to kiss your neck.

“What shall we do tomorrow my love?” he said softly into your skin.

You chuckled, “You mean today baby?” you looked at him from behind you and nodded towards his alarm clock which read 12:13 am.

He looked and chuckled then looked at you as you looked over your shoulder at him, gently kissing your lips, “In that case, what do you want to do later today my love?” he looked at you lovingly.

You blushed and smiled at the term of endearment he’s beginning to use more, “What time does Sarah come home?”

“She’s going to be home around noon…” he lightly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Can we take her out to lunch or something? Do something she likes?” you asked softly.

Joel smiled warmly and nodded “Of course, we can pick her up from her friend's house and we can go wherever she chooses…” he gently kissed your shoulder.

You smiled and then looked down at the photos in your hand, “I… I don’t want her to feel I’m… I don’t know intruding on your lives, your routine… I wanna make her feel that she’s important to me and not just ‘the daughter of the man I’m dating’... I want her to feel like… she’s the daughter of the man I want to make a life with, which includes her…” you sighed softly, “I don’t want to screw it up with her…”

Joel tilted his head confused why you felt this way. He kissed your cheek and then gently took the photos from you, putting them on top of your duffle and then stood up, “Come ‘ere… I wanna show you somethin’...” he smiled down at you and offered his hand.

You took his hand and stood up. He walked down the hall and opened a door, a door to Sarah’s room. He moved aside after turning on the light and nodded at you, “Go look at that wall…” he nodded to a small pinboard she had above her desk.

You looked at him, feeling like you were intruding by going into her room, and he smiled softly then nodded again, “I promise, it’s ok…”

You entered the room and looked around, there were small pieces of Sarah around it. Soccer balls, makeup brushes, and products on her shelves. She had pictures of what you assumed were friends all over her walls, along with candid photos of her and Joel, some with Tommy when she was smaller. You made it over to the pin board and looked over it, then smiled and tears welled up when you saw what he was referring to.

There were 3 photos of you that you had sent to Joel, one with Z, one with Maria, and one of you petting a camel.

“She stole those from my stash… insisted she needed some photos of you as you were, and I quote from the source, “Now going to be part of our family”...” he smiled warmly and slowly made his way over to wrap his arms around your waist, and gently kissed your cheek from behind as you looked up at the pinboard.

“She asked me the other day if you were going to move in with us…” he moved your hair gently over to the other side, leaned his chin on your shoulder gently, and held you closer against him, “I asked her what her thoughts were if I were to ask…” he chuckled lightly remembering the conversation, “She told me a few things…” he kissed your shoulder and then slowly spun your around and cup your cheek, smiling down at you, he sighed softly, “One, that she would love to have you here with us… she said she wanted you to be a part of our family…” he looked at you lovingly as a tear ran down your cheek and you smiled brightly at him. He wiped it gently.

“Two… she said that she’s seen how happy you’ve made me. She said I’m brighter, I’ve been taking care of myself more, and she’s just seen a positive change in me since you came around…” he gently rubbed your waist with his thumb, “...which is all true, you’ve changed me for the better, I’m happier, healthier, and a better man if I’m being honest because I want to be that for you… to you.” he then leaned in and kissed you slowly and deeply, then barely pulling back and saying against your lips with his eyes closed, forehead against yours, “I want to be the man you deserve.” He opened his eyes and searched your eyes, “I want a life with you…”

You smiled and reached up, softly touching his cheek, “You have me… I’m yours.” you reached up on your toes and kissed him deeply and slowly.

He held you close to him, kissing you until you gently pulled back after a few moments, with your eyes closed, putting your nose and forehead against his, “Thank you for showing me this… I… I needed to see it.”

He smiled and opened his eyes, “My daughter adores you. We both do.” he kissed your nose softly.

You leaned your head against his chest and wrapped your arms around him. After a few moments a yawn escaped your mouth and your eyes started to become heavy.

Joel lightly chuckled hearing you yawn and kissed your head, “Let’s go to bed sweetheart…” he pulled back gently and then scooped you up in his arms.

You nuzzled your head onto this shoulder and said something but it was so sleepy that Joel didn’t understand so he just smiled and kissed your forehead and carried you back to the bedroom, laying you softly in the sheets, and pulling them over you.

He went back to Sarah’s room and shut off the lights and closed the door then went back downstairs to make sure the house was locked up before heading back upstairs to get into bed. He pulled you close in his arms and quickly fell asleep, finally, with you next to him, safely in his arms.

You woke up to the sun shining through the blinds and the smell of coffee, you rolled over and looked at the clock, it was just past 8 am. You rolled back over to cuddle Joel more when you realized he wasn’t there.

You sat up on your elbows, rubbed your eyes of sleep, and cleared your throat, sat there for a second waking up fully before you began smelling bacon coming from downstairs, making your stomach grumble.

You got up out of bed and found Joel’s shirt he wore yesterday again and went into the bathroom to brush your teeth, tasting how bad your morning breath was from what you could guess was due to you neglecting to brush your teeth after tacos last night.

You also washed your face, combed through your hair, and took what pills you needed to take before you slowly and quietly started to make your way downstairs.

Joel was in a t-shirt and some sweatpants at the stove, cooking some bacon and eggs, he had the coffee pot brewing and even had some caramel sauce by the machine for what you could assume was for you.

He was humming to himself while some music was playing on low around the kitchen. You smiled as you watched him from the shadows, lovingly and with every ounce of adoration in your body. You made your way over, wrapped your arms around him from behind, and kissed his shoulder blade, “Good morning handsome…”

He smiled feeling your warmth from behind him, “Mornin’ darlin’...” he gently touched your hands.

“How long have you been up?” you kissed his spine, humming softly, “I missed having you in bed with me…” you rubbed his stomach with your thumb softly.

“I’m sorry sweetheart…” he took one of your hands and kissed it gently. Once he let it go you kept it on his chest and hugged him gently from behind.

“I would’ve stayed longer in bed, but I had to run to the market. You mentioned caramel in your coffee and I didn’t have any…” he smiled.

You smiled softly, “That’s very sweet of you… you didn’t have to do that, I could’ve just had milk and sugar… but I appreciate the gesture baby…” you kissed his back again before pulling away and looking around the kitchen.

He turned around and grabbed a new bouquet he had sitting on the counter and held them up, shyly, “These are for you sweetheart…”

You turned around and blushed, “Joel… you…” you couldn’t help the way he was holding the flowers in front of his face, you took your phone and took a cute photo for yourself before coming up and taking them, putting them up to your nose, and looking up at him through your eyelashes, “Thank you sweetheart, you’re too kind.”

He smiled and kissed your cheek softly, “It’s what you deserve my love, nothing less than the best…” then gently kissed your lips before going back to the stove to make sure the eggs and bacon don’t burn.

You smiled to yourself, smelling the flowers again then putting them down softly on the counter and looking around the kitchen again, finding the cupboard with plates and mugs, pulling two out of each.

“What do you think you’re doin’ darlin’?” he looked over at you and smiled.

“Helping… you cooked and got up early, the least I can do is get you what you need to plate it all up.” you smiled warmly and brought two plates over and set them down, kissing his cheek then walked over to the coffee machine and set the two mugs down to start making you both a cup of coffee.

Joel moved the pan off the burner, turned off the stove, and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection and kissed your neck softly then said lowly, “Baby, I need you to go sit down, and let me take care of you…”

You turned around in his arms and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, looking up at him lovingly, “Sweetheart… when will you let me take care of you?” you touched his cheek gently and rubbed your nose against his.

He put his hands on your waist and gently rubbed his thumbs against the fabric of the shirt you wore, “I’m not the best at lettin’ people do that…” he admitted, pulling you closer to him, softly chuckling.

You hummed softly, “I’ve gathered that my love…” you softly chuckled, earning a soft smile from him as you moved your hand into his hair and softly combed it back with your fingers, “You’ve probably never had anyone do it for you, right?” you continued to comb through his hair.

He sighed softly and nodded then leaned his head to the side and kissed your inner arm softly, “Besides Sarah and Tommy, I’ve not let anyone in this close after Rachelle left…” he kissed your arm again, “I guess I have never had someone that’s genuinely wanted to reciprocate the way I take care of them…” he leaned his head against your arm and looked at you with those big brown eyes, continuing to rub your waist with his thumbs.

You smiled softly and then leaned up and captured his lips in yours, kissing him softly and slowly a couple of times then pulled back slowly, looking at his features as you brushed his hair back softly, “I know you want to take care of me, and you can, but you also need to let me take care of you…” you touched his cheek and gently stroked it looking up at him, “Can I pour you a cup of coffee, we can just start there?” you leaned your head on your arm to look at him at the same angle he was looking at you and kept gently rubbing your thumb across his cheek.

He studied your eyes and face, eyes bouncing around and then he softly smiled before nodding “We can start there…” he softly said leaning in to capture your lips in a deep passionate kiss, before grabbing the back of your legs and lifting you to sit on the counter behind you, stepping in between your legs as he continued to kiss you.

You moved your hands to cup his jaw and shoulder to pull him closer, kissing him back, feeling his hands slide up your thighs to dance around the band of your panties before he pulled away from your lips softly and kissed down your jaw to your neck and tugged lightly on your panties, asking to pull them off.

You lifted your hips and he pulled them down, putting them into his pocket, then lightly slid his hand up your thigh before gently moving his thumb across your now soaking-wet core, “Mmm you’re already so wet for me…” he murmured as he sucked on your earlobe.

Your head tilted back towards the cabinet as he kissed and devoured your neck and jaw, letting out a light moan, pulling his hair lightly as your hand threaded through the hair on the back of his head, holding him where he was, breathing fast and excited.

He pulled back from your neck and slowly knelt to nestle his head between your legs, pulling your hips forward towards the edge and putting them over his shoulders, “I’ve been craving you all morning my love…” he said before dragging his tongue up your slit and then landing on your clit and putting light pressure there.

You gasped at the sensation and smiled as your head leaned back, “God that feels so good…” you bit your lip as your moaned again feeling him slide his fingers through your folds as he gently started to kiss your clit.

He looked up at you and grinned seeing you come undone so quickly under this tongue, he kissed your clit slower with his tongue and slowly dragged his finger through your folds then teased your entrance before he then pushed a finger in slowly and then slowly pulling it back out.

Your back arched and you whined softly, feeling yourself tighten around him, “More… please…”

He grinned as he continued to suck and added another finger, feeling you pull him in as he slowly started to pump in and out slowly.

You began to pant, feeling heat go down your back and a small pull towards your core, “Fuck… Joel…” You looked down at him, moaning softly.

He reached up your shirt with his free hand and began kneading your breast, as he added another finger, sucking a little harder on your clit, then when he felt you tighten around his fingers he lightly pinched your nipple and pulled gently.

You arched forward a tad, your core flexing as a heat wave washed over you, and gasped, “O-Oh fuck…” you cried and held the back of his head with one of your hands, moaning loudly, legs shaking as you came.

He pulled his lips back and kissed your clit softly before pulling his fingers out and cleaning them off in his mouth, “Fuck baby, you taste so good…” he stood with a smirk and took his shirt and pants off, spitting onto his palm and then onto his cock and stroking it before aiming the tip at your entrance, “I love makin’ those sweet noises come outta you…” he softly grabbed the back of your neck to pull you to his lips and then slid into your dripping core, bottoming out, grunting, smirking against your lips as he felt you immediately pulse around him.

You grabbed his bicep and shoulder and gripped onto them, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation, pulling away from his lips a fraction “Oh fuck… you’re so fucking thick…” You kissed him slowly and softly, moaning then pulling back while you bit his lip softly, grinning. He growled at that and you moaned softly as he grabbed your hip with his other hand and began grinding you up and down on his cock at a slow agonizing pace.

He grinned, “You’re perfect for my cock, takin’ me so well baby…”

You held onto him and groaned when you felt another tug pull at your core, “Fuck… I’m going to cum.” you whined, eyebrows pinched together, out of breath, moving one hand behind you, starting grinding against him, needing release.

He moved his hand that was at your hip and began rubbing your clit at a relentless pace, chuckling with pleasure against your lips at you coming undone, “Let go for me baby, come on…” he praised.

“Fuck… Joel… Fuck!” you cried and gripped onto him as you came hard, moaning as your legs quivered around him.

He smirked and massaged your thigh gently, “Fuck you’re so hot when you come undone on my cock…” he kissed your jaw gently then he grunted as he picked you up, and stayed deep in you, “I need better access to your body baby, hold onto me…” and carried you to the dinner table.

You giggled softly when he picked you up and immediately connected your lips to his, kissing him deep and slowly, savoring him, pulling his hair lightly as you kissed him while he walked, you felt his cock jump in you when you tugged on his hair which egged you on, “You like that don’t you?” you moaned against his lips.

He grinned, “I do, it’s hot when you do it…” he panted.

He set you on the table softly to sit, continuing to kiss you, he reached behind you and shoved the napkin holder, salt and pepper shaker, and tabasco bottle that were residents on the table off to the ground, not caring about the mess that was now made.

He parted from your lips for a moment to lift the shirt off of your body, somewhat frantically. You started to grind against his hips again. He softly grunted at the angle he was at now inside you as it felt like heaven to him, “Oh fuck…” he murmured to himself before reconnecting with your lips and kissed you deeply, gripping onto your hips and moving his hand down one of your legs to push it back, opening you wider for him, as he started to thrust in and out of you, deeply and slowly.

You pulled him down to hover over you as you laid back by holding onto his cheek and neck, “You’re so good to me baby… fuck…” you said against his lips, moaning a little louder.

He put one of his hands by your head and the other clamped to your upper thigh, holding you down as he sped up the pace of his thrusts into you, moving the table slightly with his movements, grunting and groaning as he devoured you.

You pulled your lips away and arched your back, throwing your head up and back as you arched, moaning, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he started to hit that sweet spongy spot, “Don’t stop… please…” you begged, hands gripping the edge of the table and his shoulder.

“Come for me, my love…” he said weakly as he gently kissed your chin and then dragged his lips down your throat and chest to land on your breast. He gently bit the underside earning a whine from you before he started to suck love bites on it, grunting as he sped up his hips.

Your voice cracked as you moaned, grabbing onto the back of his head, gibbering prayers of pleasure to him as you felt a hard pull at your core followed by your feeling yourself float as you came, “Fuck… fuck baby…I-”

Joel felt you come around his cock and within moments followed behind you, grunting and cursing under his breath as he felt his legs start to give out, he chuckled softly, “Fuck… that was good…” he put his forehead against your breastbone to rest briefly, and began running his hand up and down your leg that was shaking to soothe you, trying to catch his breath. “I got you… shhh…” he softly said as he kissed down your chest and stomach.

You were out of breath, and hummed contently, smiling up at the ceiling, starting to chuckle lightly, “You are something else Joel Miller… you and that cock of yours… fuck…” you hissed as he pulled out of you and began kissing down your thigh gently.

You lifted your head and smiled at him, his lips kissing down your leg, big brown eyes already looking up at you, smiling sweetly, you sat up and put your hands behind you, leaning back and watching him lovingly “I love you… God I love you Joel…” you said softly with your head tilted against your shoulder.

He stopped and came back up, touching your cheek with his hand, gently stroking your cheek, “I love you too darlin’...” he leaned in and kissed you gently and slowly a couple of times before you pulled back and ran your nose against his, “Mmmm, when should we leave here to get Sarah?” you asked as you looked up him lovingly.

He gently kissed your nose and pulled away to look at the clock above the table on the wall, then back at you and danced his nose against yours again, “We should leave in about about an hour…” but then he gripped your hip and looked at your lips hungrily.

You giggled and playfully pushed his chest to move back, “Put it back in your pants, Miller!” you kissed his lips quickly and then maneuvered out from him, swaying your hips as you walked back over to the coffee maker playfully.

He watched and cursed under his breath, starting to get hard again, “Mmm fuck darlin’ come ‘ere… I’ll make it quick…” he came behind you and picked you up over his shoulder, making you giggle, and then ran upstairs with you, leaving coffee and breakfast abandoned to feed his appetite of what he really wanted, you.

You both eventually got ready for the day after agreeing to behave around each other for the sake of time.

You decided to wear one of the sun dresses, which had light blue flowers and accentuated your curves beautifull that he got you. It was quite a hot day out and you weren’t going to pass up an opportunity to wear something to avoid being overheated after being in the desert for so long.

You were finishing up your hair and makeup in the mirror when Joel came into the bathroom and stood in the doorway. He was wearing a beige henley with dark wash jeans and his nicer dress boots again, fixing his watch on his wrist. He looked up from his task and his eyes immediately devour you in that dress. You looked up and saw his eyes in the mirror, and giggled, “Stay back… we don’t have time to do anything, and I mean anything!” you held out a hand as you put an earring to keep him back.

He grinned and started coming towards you, “We can be quick, 2 minutes…” he took your hand and kissed your inner wrist, smelling the perfume you were wearing, and groaned, “Ok, maybe 5 minutes…” he grabbed your waist and tried to kiss your neck when you giggled and maneuvered out of his hold, which took him by surprise. “What the…” he looked at you, stunned.

You giggled, “You forget, I’m military my love, I’ve got ninja moves…” you blew him a kiss and then started to walk out of the bathroom, grabbing your phone and a small purse Sarah got you as well.

He followed you, determined, smirking, “Ninja moves huh?” he wrapped his arm around your waist from behind and went to lift you but when you reached behind you and tickled the side of his ribs that you knew would be ticklish, he laughed and let you go due to it.

You turned around and smirked, wiggling your fingers, “Ninja moves…” You winked and then giggled knowing that would only egg him on so you hurried to make it downstairs.

He ran after you grabbed you, and scooped you up like a baby to incapacitate you, laughing softly as you were about to open the front door, you giggled and tried to wiggle out of his hold.

“Nuh-uh… not so fast…” he then let your feet go and quickly grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head as he gently put you up against the same wall you were up against last night. He put his nose up to yours, smirking, “How are you gonna get outta this one… Sargeant?” he smelled strongly of cedarwood, mint, and eucalyptus again after you both had showered and got ready which for him meant reapplying his cologne, it was like your kryptonite.

You smirked back in defiance, and slowly started dragging your leg up his, breathlessly whispering, “You’re right, what am I gonna do?” he closed his eyes and swallowed but then he heard his phone ring and he snapped out of your trance just as he started to loosen his grip, he smirked and retightened it, biting his lip.

He pulled out his phone and saw it was Sarah, he slid it to answer, “Hey baby girl we are just headed out the door, can you give us like 5 minutes….” he looked at you and smirked, looking down your body, then looking down your cleavage which was on full display with how your arms were above your head, his cock instantly pushing against his jeans, he cleared his throat, “Actually maybe 10, I need to stop and get gas quick, is that ok?” he looked a bit flushed in the face as he looked at you as he said that.

You could hear Sarah tell him to take his time and she would see us when we got there.

He hung up the phone and then put it back in his pocket, smirking as he leaned in and started to kiss your neck, “You heard her, she said to take our time… and that I will…” he kissed your jawline then pulse point to make you melt.

You smirked and moaned softly, moving back to run your leg up his, moving your head to whisper, close to his ear, “Joel… please…”

He moved his free hand to start to bring up your dress on your thigh, then he made the fatal mistake of thinking you were under his spell and moved his other hand to start to pull the sleeves off your shoulder when you put your foot down in between his and flipped you both so now he was against the wall, shocking him into freezing for a moment.

However, you immediately started undoing his belt, as you connected your lips with his, kissing him slowly and deeply, moaning softly against them, before dipping your hand into his pants and palming his hard erection, pulling a whine from him.

You grinned against his lips and then lightly bit his bottom lip and gently pulled before slowly kneeling before him, keeping your eyes on him, “Let me take care of you… make you feel good cowboy…” you unbuttoned and zipped his jeans then pulled them down with his boxers, his cock springing free.

He looked down at you and swallowed, “Baby I…” he was cut off by your tongue drawing a line up his shaft, he grunted and his head fell back, cursing under his breath.

You grinned and then spit onto him, using your hand to coat his cock and stroke him with a few slow strokes. “Now it’s your turn… I want you to cum on my tongue… can you do that for me?” you did another line up his cock with your tongue, he let out a moan and nodded his head, as his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

You smiled being able to make him feel this way, you settled on your knees and slowly put his tip in your mouth, sucking on it, slowly inching him deeper into your mouth, putting your hand on his thigh to stabilize you.

He grinned and looked at the ceiling, “Oh sweet Jesus… fuck…” he chuckled and moaned, then looked down at you, “Fuck baby, like that… just like that…” he placed a hand on the back of your head.

You bobbed your head up and down, coating his cock with your saliva, each time slowly going deeper, eventually hitting the back of your throat and slowly pulling back and letting go with a pop.

He let out a shaky breath, and his head fell back, moaning your name.

You grinned and licked up his cock again and then began softly sucking his balls as you stroked his cock. He gasped and looked down then back up, panting, “Oh please don’t stop… f-fuck…” he whined before he grunted feeling a pull like he was going to cum, “Fuck… I…”

You looked up at him and grinned seeing him fall apart, “You taste so good baby… you gonna cum for me?”

He nodded and moaned, unable to speak words. With that, you then began swirling your tongue around his tip before sliding him down your throat and pulling back to his tip and doing that again a little faster.

He grunted and whined then put his hand on the back of your head, looking down at you, looking up at him, eyes watering, “God you’re so fuckin’ sexy, you’re so f-...” he grunted again and moaned, the vein in his neck popping out, “Fuck, I’m going to cum, don’t stop baby…”

You continued doing what he asked and at the last second cupped his balls with your free hand which immediately earned you a mouth full of his salty-sweet cum and him grunting through gritted teeth how much he loves your mouth around his cock.

You pulled off his cock and swallowed and then looked up at him smiling sweetly before standing up and pecking his lips, and giggling as you said, “Ninja moves…”

You opened the front door and walked to his truck, grinning, leaving him disheveled and pantless in the entryway.

He stood there out of breath and chuckled, “Fuck she’s good…” before pulling his pants back on and fixing himself, and coming out to meet you in the truck.

Joel drove a few streets over to Sarah’s friend's house, parking across the street. He told you to wait in the truck while he went in to get Sarah, and thank her friend's mom for having her before giving you a soft kiss and going across the street and running up the driveway.

Joel and Sarah came out a few minutes later, waving to her friend as they walked away.

You sat there and took a few deep breaths watching them, “Just be yourself, Joel said she likes you. You got this…” you told yourself.

Meeting Sarah meant a lot to you because you knew that Joel didn’t bring around anyone to meet her, it was a high honor to come into her life. It also meant a lot to you because, to your knowledge, the only other woman who had been in their lives was her mom. By bringing you in, that meant something, to both of them. You wanted to be nothing more than a good thing for both of them and something deep down told you that if things didn’t go well with Sarah, then Joel wouldn’t work out as you never wanted to come in between the two of them.

Sarah saw you in the truck and smiled, waving at you. You waved back and then got out and rounded the truck, “Hey kiddo!” you smiled sweetly at her, “How was your friends house?”

Sarah skipped up to you and smiled, “Y/N! You’re here!” she then did what you weren’t expecting and came up and hugged you tightly. You looked up at Joel who was smiling warmly at you and nodded, and mouthed, “Told ya…”

You hugged her back and kissed the top of her head, chuckling, “It’s so good to finally meet you face to face…”

“Me too… I missed you.” she pulled back and giggled, “Dad said you were so surprised when he showed up at the airport, did you think he was going to do that?” she looked at you beaming.

You chuckled and shook your head, “No, not at all! I thought the plan was to drive out here… so he pulled a fast one, but I’m glad he did, I was really eager to see you both… and let’s be honest a 15 hour drive would have drove me mad!” you looked at her and smiled.

Joel chuckled and came over and kissed your cheek, “We were eager to see you too darlin’...”

You blushed and smiled.

“So what’s the plan today?” Sarah smiled at Joel.

“Well we were gonna leave that up to you baby girl, Y/N wants to do whatever you want to do.” he smiled and put his hand on the small of your back, softly rubbing it with his thumb.

“Ooh! Then can we go to the aquarium? They have new penguin babies!” she said excitedly, rounding the truck to get in the back eagerly.

Joel nodded and smiled, “Aquarium it is!”

You smiled and went to open your door when you instantly removed your hand and blushed as Joel cleared his throat.

You chuckled, “I promise I’ll learn…”

He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss, “No need to promise baby, just means I need to be faster at getting to your door…” he winked and smiled opening the door for you.

You hopped in and straightened your dress out before going to buckle. Joel got in and smiled at Sarah in the mirror, she smiled back and gave him a thumbs up.

You smiled and gasped, “Oh! I almost forgot, I have something for you!” you opened your purse and pulled out a small velvet bag then turned in your seat and handed it to Sarah, smiling brightly.

She shyly took it and smiled, “You didn’t have to…” She looked at you then Joel, Joel nodded at her and smiled to open it.

She opened it and there was a gold chain with a small jewel hanging from it and a small ring with her birthstone in it, Sarah looked at you speechless.

You cleared your throat softly and smiled at her, “I wanted to get you somethin’ for the two goals you scored at your tournament… and umm…” you suddenly felt shy, “When I flew through Dubai, one of the traditional gifts from there is jewelry…” you looked over at Joel for a moment, he was looking at you lovingly already, then you looked back at her, “I thought that a girl can never have enough jewelry…” you lightly chuckled, hoping she liked it.

Joel’s heart felt so full, he knew that you loved Sarah just as much as you loved him and that was all he could ask for. But you treated her like your own and always spoke highly of her. He knew that you would make them both happy and that sent him soaring with joy.

Sarah smiled and looked at you, “Y/N they are so pretty, you didn’t have to!” she put the ring on one of her fingers and then started to put the necklace on, giddy and smiling brightly.

“Yes, I did…” you gently touched her knee for a moment, “You’re important to me Sarah, and I like to celebrate those important to me when they do amazing things.” you smiled at her.

She put the necklace on and beamed, “How does it look?”

“It’s beautiful baby girl…” Joel smiled softly at her then looked at you and leaned over and kissed your cheek, “Thank you, sweetheart, that was very generous…”

You blushed and then reached over and touched his hand, giving him a small nod of acknowledgment, “I agree, it looks great on you.” you looked at Sarah.

She lunged forward and hugged you, taking you again by surprise, she whispered, “Thank you, I love it and love you… I’m so happy you’re here…” she held onto you.

You held onto her and tears streamed down your face, you felt overwhelmed with emotion, whispering back to her, “I love you too Sarah… I’m happy that I’m here too…” You held onto her a little tighter before letting her go and smiling as she sat back in the seat.

You quickly wiped the tears, “So baby penguins?” you chuckled and sat forward in your seat, buckling yourself again.

“Yes! They are so cute and fluffy!” Sarah started to ramble about them as Joel took your hand in his and started driving, both of you internally overjoyed how well things were.

You all got into the aquarium and started at the beginning of the tour which went over land animals like a wallaby, porcupine, sloth, and two types of lemurs.

Sarah walked ahead of you and Joel, looking over every plaque and exhibit. She got to the lemurs and stopped to watch them swing from tree to tree.

Joel held your hand as you walked and when you’d stop to read or look at something, he’d either wrap his arms around your waist and look at it with you or put his hands on your shoulders and kiss your head as he watched.

You pulled out your phone camera early on and took pictures of the animals and some of Sarah as she walked through the room, looking at everything, trying to capture some fun moments for her. You even learned what a ‘selfie’ was from Joel as he took your phone and took some fun pictures of you both.

As you stood there with Joel, you smiled as you took a picture of Sarah watching the lemurs, catching a pretty cute candid photo of her.

Joel saw as he was behind you, holding you in his arms, “That’s a good one baby…” he leaned in and kissed your cheek.

You hummed and nodded, “I’ll have to get this one printed for her room.” you smiled at it.

Joel chuckled, “She’s got her own personal photographer now, she’ll love that.” he kissed your cheek again softer.

You chuckled and put your hand against his cheek when he kissed you the second time, “What can I say? She’s very photogenic…”

He smiled, “She is, isn’t she?” he kissed you again and leaned his chin on your shoulder, looking at the photo.

Sarah came over, “Dad, come see this!” she grabbed his hand and tugged him away from you.

You giggled and nodded at him to go, you followed close behind.

Sarah brought him over to see the ruff lemurs and was pointing at something which made them both laugh. You snapped a photo of them and smiled at the result, that would be your new main wallpaper.

You began walking around by yourself and looked around at the informational plaques, getting close to the next room which had birds, lizards, snakes, and frogs.

You waited by the door and smiled seeing them come towards you, “This one next one has snakes!” you pointed to the room behind you excitedly.

Sarah opened the door and skipped through, you held the door waiting for Joel as he walked a little slower. Joel chuckled and kissed you softly for holding open the door but then put his hand above yours, “Ladies first, my love…”

You nodded and smiled and walked through, reaching your hand back for him, he took it in his and brought it to his lips, gently kissing it then continuing to walk with you after Sarah.

There were toucans first, followed by parakeets and macaws. You were fascinated by the macaws, leaning against the railing to get a better photo of them. Joel stood back and took some photos of you on his phone, loving the fact he now could do this himself rather than wait for photos of you through the mail.

Sarah came over and grabbed your hand to show you the snakes, you walked with her and gasped seeing a huge python, “We had snakes and scorpions where I was, not like these pythons… but something we always had to check for was snakes in our boots.” you chuckled.

Sarah chuckled, “Did you ever see any or was it just like a rumor they were around?” she asked looking up at the python with you.

“I saw a few scorpions and desert tarantulas but never a snake, luckily.” you smiled, “I always wanted one as a pet growing up… I think they are so cool.”

Sarah giggled, “I’m with you that they are cool but no thanks for a pet!” she looked at you.

You looked at her, and chuckled, “Not a scale type of pet kinda girl?” you bumped her arm gently.

She shook her head, “I’m more of a fuzzy pet, cats and dogs type.” she chuckled.

You hummed in agreement, “If I’m being honest I’d prefer a dog over anything. Thought about getting one when I got back, like a guard dog, or at least one to go running with me…” you chuckled and sighed softly looking back up at the snake.

“You run?” she looked at you, curiously.

You nodded, “Yeah I ran a little in high school in track and field, and then in the military, we run all the time. Once I get into the swing of things, I’ll probably start again in the mornings.” You smiled and looked at her briefly.

“Could I come with you once in a while? I hear it's good for stress relief and I just…” she looked down at the railing, shyly.

You looked back at her and nudged her arm softly, “You know you can talk to me if somethin’ is bothering you, causing you stress… I’ll do my best to help out.” you smiled softly.

Sarah looked up at you and bit her lip, before letting out a soft sigh, “I’ve got school soccer tryouts coming up, for a 1st string spot, and I really want it… I just feel sometimes I’m not good enough.”

You looked at her and then knelt to meet her eye line, “I know I’m new to your life, but I know that if you’re a Miller, you can do anythin’ you put your mind to, Sarah. If you want 1st string, you’ll get it. I’ll take you running with me and to the soccer field whenever you want and we’ll work on whatever you need to work on.”

She looked down at you and nodded silently.

You took her hands in yours softly, “Don’t you for a second doubt you’re good enough to get what you want in life because you are.” you smiled up at her.

She smiled down at you and then pulled you into a hug before pulling back and you stood up, “Wanna go see those penguins now?”

She smiled and nodded before walking away towards the next exhibit.

Joel came over smiling as you started walking over to him, “What was that about? Everythin’ ok?”

You nodded and leaned up, kissing him softly, “Everything is great. Just talkin’ soccer tryouts and she wants to come running with me in the mornings.”

Joel pulled back, confused, “You run?”

You chuckled, “Why is that so hard to believe?!”

Joel chuckled, “No I just didn’t know you did, I uh… maybe I can come with you guys? I should get into shape a bit more.” he leaned down and kissed you slowly, pulling you close by your waist.

You smiled against his lips, “The more the merrier.” you kissed him again before pulling back, “Come on, baby penguins are next!” you took his hand and pulled him towards the next exhibit.

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You all three spent more than a half hour watching the baby penguins together. Taking pictures of them and at one point you and Sarah began giving them names together and personality traits.

Joel sat back against the wall at one point and watched you both interact. He couldn’t begin to describe how much it meant that you and Sarah got along, but that you also seemed to genuinely want to spend time with her. It wasn’t like you were doing it to gain brownie points or pass a level with Joel, you wanted to be more involved with her. No one had ever been this involved with her besides him and Tommy, and even when she was a baby, Rachelle seemed disconnected and somewhat cold from Sarah and Joel. He always wanted a partner that would not only accept Sarah but would love and want her in their lives as much as Joel and that was the case with you. He couldn’t have asked for a better woman to have written into his life.

You and Sarah began walking away, forgetting about Joel for a brief moment, towards the next part of the map which included the interactive pools with the sea sponges, anemones, and even sting rays.

Joel chuckled and ran after you both, wrapping his arm around your waist and walking by your side when he got to you, whispering as he kissed your cheek, “Already forgetting about me, are we?”

You giggled and smiled, “Sorry baby, we got a little distracted, we didn’t mean to leave you in the dust.” you smiled up at him and leaned up and pecked his lips.

Sarah ran over to the interactive pool, leaving you and Joel alone.

You stood and watched her put her hand in the pool and giggle at the sensation of touching the sea anemones. Joel came to stand behind you and wrapped his arms around you, he moved your hair to one side of your shoulder and kissed your neck lightly, “I’m having lots of fun. Thank you for this.” he smiled into your skin.

You smiled and leaned your head softly against his, “I’m having fun too, she’s such a bundle of sunshine.” you rubbed your fingers against his hand around your waist.

You saw little kids all around the pool and thought for a second how you’d love to maybe one day have a little boy or girl playing in that interactive pool, how you deep down wanted to be a mother, have a baby with the man you loved. How you had always felt like your destiny was to be a mom, but always felt since Charlie, your time had run out.

Joel watched Sarah and then saw a little kid with his mom by her. The mom was holding them up to the pool and holding their hands in the pool together, smiling and giggling at the sensation they felt together. He had never really thought about having more kids, he hadn’t thought he’d find someone who would pull at that part of him, but that changed the moment he saw you in that airport, how you’ve been with Sarah, and just how much he knows you loved and protected Z. He wondered if you wanted kids, you two hadn’t talked about it, but there was an underlying feeling that maybe you both did, but neither of you said anything to start that conversation.

Joel kissed your cheek softly and ran his nose up and down your ear, “Can I ask you somethin’ and not put any pressure on us, just… I’m curious about somethin’…?” he said softly.

You turned your head and then slowly turned in his arms, softly putting your hands on his chest, smiling warmly, “Ask away…”

He touched your cheek softly and then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and took a small breath as he placed his hand back on our waist and rubbed small circles with his thumbs, “What are your thoughts on kids… or havin’ your… or our own kids?” he smiled shyly.

You smiled and blushed, “Joel Miller, are you askin’ if I want to have kids with you?” you teased.

He chuckled lightly and looked down shyly for a moment then looked at you in your eyes, lovingly, “I am…”

You blushed more and bit your lip, somewhat speechless, you went to say something but knew it would be gibberish so you moved your hands up to his cheeks and pulled him down to meet your lips and kissed him slowly and deeply, putting one hand on his chest over his heart, before pulling back and whispering as you touched your nose against his, “I want it all with you cowboy…”

He smiled brightly and then pulled your back to his lips and kissed you passionately, for a moment it was just you and him.

The world seemed to stop when he kissed you like this. He would hold you close and the way his lips would move across yours would send sparks throughout your body. You felt alive, safe, and protected all at once. He held you like nothing else matters and never rushed to pull away. When he kissed you like this, you felt his love undeniably.

You heard an ‘ahem’ and both of you pulled away quickly realizing where you were. Sarah chuckled and walked past you, “Good god, get a room you two… there are innocent eyes around.”

You giggled and set your head against Joel’s chest, feeling shy and slightly embarrassed.

Joel chuckled, “Oh shush, it was just a kiss Sarah…”

Sarah turned around, “Dad, there was tongue, don’t try to lowball it.” she deadpanned him.

You chuckled and shook your head, “I mean she’s not wrong…” you looked up at him smirked, and whispered against his lips, “There was tongue…” You bit his lip gently and then walked away to tease him.

He chuckled and smirked walking after you.

You all went out to dinner after the aquarium and came back home around 8 pm after going to the grocery store together to gather all the ingredients needed for the barbeque tomorrow.

You all helped unload groceries from the truck together, talking about what you needed to get done tomorrow and how early you all should wake up.

Joel needed to marinate the ribs overnight so he started gathering what he needed to do while you helped Sarah decide how to decorate the backyard.

Sarah after gathering a game plan went up to bed and left you and Joel downstairs together. You came up and sat on the counter by him, “Do you need help with anything else sweetheart?” you leaned over and kissed his cheek as he began rubbing the marinade into the ribs.

He smiled and looked at you warmly, “I think I’m ok. I just need to coat this and then I’ll put it into the fridge and we should be good to go.” he looked back at the ribs and continued to rub them.

You asked him what he put in the rub seasoning and he explained what he used. You told him that maybe you could add some of those seasonings to your mac and cheese to compliment each other. He liked that idea and wrote everything down for you.

He put the sheet of ribs in the fridge and then came over and started to wash his hands in the sink, he looked towards the stairs and then back to you, “You wanna take a bath together before bed?” he leaned over and kissed your cheek before drying his hands.

You blushed and hopped down from the counter, “Is that a good idea if we need to be up early?” then looked down shyly.

Joel chuckled and came up in front of you, gently taking your chin between his fingers, and brought your eyes up to his, “No funny business, we will just enjoy a nice relaxing bath…” kissed you gently.

You bit the inside of your cheek to think and raised your eyebrow, humming softly “No funny business? Why do I think that’s an impossible scenario for us to achieve…” you chuckled.

He shrugged and smiled, “I won’t start anythin’ if you won’t…” he winked and took your hands, kissing one softly, pulling you towards him as he walked backward towards the stairs.

You sighed dramatically and giggled, “Sure you won’t cowboy…” you followed him upstairs.

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Once you and Joel made it upstairs, he made quick work of getting a bath started and setting a mood for it.

Before you arrived, he had gone out and got a few things to make moments like these happen. He got little tea lights, some bubble bath mix, and even some nice dissolvable rose petals to put in the water.

No matter how rough he looked on the outside to most people, he was just a big softie whose love language was quality time and acts of service. These small moments were so important to him and now that he had you as a partner, he enjoyed making these things come together, especially knowing how much you appreciated them and genuinely felt thankful for them.

You were in the bedroom taking off your jewelry and clothing when Joel came up and kissed your shoulder, “Bath’s ready whenever you are sweetheart…”

He began taking his shirt off and undressing himself as well.

You smiled and blushed softly, then took off your bralette and panties, tossing your hair to one side, “I’ll see you in there handsome…”

You went into the bathroom and saw all the work he had done, instantly tearing up.

This type of love is something you never thought you’d have. The continued acts of service he has shown you were something you had never been given before in any type of relationship which at first felt foreign, like you were undeserving of it.

Charlie made it a constant point that you deserved nothing more than the bare minimum, which for him was barely the dirt off his shoes. Living with that mindset, and that partner for so long, altered you. It made you closed up and feel filthy when something other than that happened.

When Joel sent you the necklace months ago, that had been the first time anyone had made you feel seen, made you feel like you were more than dirt on their shoes. It was a small gesture and for all you knew, back then, he was just being kind, but it meant more to you than he would ever know.

You grabbed a claw clip off of the counter and put your hair up before stepping into the bathtub and feeling your legs melt. You slowly sat down and laid your back up against the tub, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in, instantly relaxing.

Hints of rose and vanilla swarmed your senses and made you instantly melt against the back of the tub. You kept your eyes closed and heard Joel make it into the bathroom, he stepped in carefully and then sat across from you, leaning back as well and closing his eyes, “I forget how good this feels…” he said softly, humming as he began to get comfortable.

You smiled and hummed in agreement, “Thank you… this is and feels amazing sweetheart…” you reached to take his hand that was holding onto the side of the tub like yours.

He peeked his eyes open, and bit his lip, “There is one thing I don’t like though…” he looked over at you and cocked his head to the side.

You peeked your eyes open and smiled sweetly at him, “What’s that handsome?”

“You’re so far away…” he said with a deep timber to his voice and softly grabbed your foot under the water and gently started to massage it.

You chuckled softly, “You say as you rub my foot under the water… clearly able to touch me…” you leaned forward and little with your hands on the sides of the tub and looked at him lovingly.

He smiled and chuckled back, “I can touch you… just not in the way I’d like to …” he smirked with eyes of lust, “But we agreed, no funny business, so what can I say, I’ll make do with this…” he sighed softly, “I just can’t get enough of you, my love.” he bit his lip and leaned forward towards you slowly, keeping your foot in his gentle grasp, as he looked down at your lips before giving you a slow and soft kiss.

You smiled against his lips, pulling back a tad, “Cowboy… that was a funny business kiss…”

He chuckled and gently kissed your lips, “Was it?…” he kissed you again but slower and deeper, moving one of his hands up to cup your cheek to pull you closer to him.

You hummed against his lips and grinned, moving closer to him, unable to resist, “Sarah is in the next room…”

He moved his other hand up your leg and gently grabbed you by the waist, “We can be quiet…” he pulled you to come straddle his lap, sitting back again, holding your cheek as he leaned up and kissed you slowly and deeply, starting to roll your hips on his quickly growing erection, moving your soft and smooth core up and down his length.

You put your hands on his shoulders before they slowly migrated into his deep chocolate locks, pulling him closer to you, allowing him to roll your hips on him, continuing to kiss him, feeling the soft probe of his tongue to the seam of your lips. You moan breathlessly in response.

“You still want no funny business darlin’?” he softly whispered in between kisses.

You shook your head and moved one of your hands down between your bodies and aligned the head of his cock with your entrance before seating yourself onto him. Slowly and holding your breath, feeling him stretch you out inch by inch, letting out a soft moan against his lips when you fully took him. You moved one hand to hold onto the edge of the tub and the other to hold his shoulder, tightly, feeling so full of him it was overwhelming.

He moved his hand down to the globe of your ass and gripped it as you slid him inside your warm core. He grunted and pulled from your lips but kept his hand cupped against your cheek, “You feel so fuckin’ good baby…” his pupils were blown with hunger for you.

You looked down at his lips and watched him praise you before looking back into his eyes and moaning softly, “I love the way you fill me up…” you gripped his hair as you began to roll your hips, sliding yourself up and down mercilessly slow on his cock, wanting to take it slow, be in the moment with him.

He started to breathe slowly and controlled, moving his hips with yours to create more friction and pleasure for the two of you, “I’ll never get enough of you, you’re everything I need…” he leaned up and kissed your lips deeply once, slowly moving his hand from your cheek down your body to hold you close to him, craving your warmth.

You began rolling your hips a little faster, but deeper, feeling yourself climb closer to climax, letting out a moan louder than you intended.

Joel looked up at you and chuckled then grunted as you sped up again, cursing under his breath.

Your breathing becomes fast and excited, “Baby I need more…” you pleaded, leaning your head back, eyes shut, trying to focus on climbing.

Joel was in the perfect position and took advantage of it, he captured your breast and nipple in his mouth and began to suck, sliding his hand down your body, to go in between your bodies, and using his thumb to rub your clit, enticing you to come for him.

You put your head forward and whined, eyebrows pinching together, feeling that coil about to snap. Just as you were about to come, Joel's big hand came up and covered your mouth to mask your moan as you came, moaning into his hand loudly, feeling an intense orgasm wash over you.

He grinned, keeping his hand over your mouth, and kissed your neck and shoulder as you came down from your high, humming, “Mmm I’m going to give you a second and then we are going to finish this in bed, I need access to every piece of you, yeah?” he kept your hips rocking back and forth on him, but at a slower pace, allowing you to come down.

You nodded and moaned softly against his hand, your eyes fluttering closed, slowly coming down.

Once your feet touched the ground you nodded and slowly stalled your hips, pulling your head back from his hand and slowly standing up, hissing at the absence of him. He stood and got out of the tub, offering his hand to help you out as well, reaching over to grab a towel.

Once your feet hit the bathmat he gently dried you off, leaving kisses amongst your body as he dried each area, looking up at you, worshipping you as he knelt before you.

You put your hands on his shoulders and then cupped his cheeks and pulled him up to stand, immediately capturing his lips to yours, “I need you…” you whispered before kissing him deeply and passionately, like you were starving for him.

He pulled you close by wrapping his arm around your waist and began walking you both back to the bedroom, careful to not slip on wet parts on the floor, giggling as he almost slipped but caught himself.

You chuckled, “Careful baby…” you said against his lips.

He smiled and then picked you up as soon as your feet hit the carpet and wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed, gently setting you down, humming against your lips, “Give me a second…” he pulled back and went back into the bathroom and unplugged the bath and turned off the lights.

You sat up on your elbows and took the clip out of your hair, setting it on the nightstand, biting your lip waiting for him to come back.

He came back and got into bed, pulling the sheets over you both, immediately hovering above you, seated between your legs.

You moaned softly feeling his cock back between your legs and leaned your head back to bite back another moan.

“Where were we?” he said lowly before kissing your chin gently and reaching down to stroke himself and aim himself back at your entrance before gently pushing himself back into your pussy’s warm embrace.

He laid his head against your shoulder as he grunted, “Fuck…” he gripped onto your hip and continued to fully seat himself back inside you.

You gasped and let out a breathless moan feeling himself bottom out inside you, whispering as you put your hands in his hair, “Please Joel…” You pulled him to your lips to help mask the moans you knew would eventually make it out.

He began rocking himself in and out of you, slowly and deeply, gripping your hip as he did so, keeping you at a pace that would avoid too much noise, kissing you deeply and drinking in your moans as you let them free whenever he would hit that spot deep inside you.

He eventually felt a pull in his core and pulled from your lips briefly, “Fuck… can you cum one more time for me baby?” he moved his hand from your hip to the back of your leg to pull it up to open your pelvis more for him which had him knocking against that spongy spot deep in you that made you see stars instantly more intensely than he already was.

You felt a familiar tug as well rapidly approaching and knew if you spoke you wouldn’t be quiet, your breathing became quick and erratic, “I… Joel…” you turned your head and moaned into the pillow next to your head, arching your back, gripping onto his hair and shoulder as you cried in pleasure into the pillow.

Joel grinned, “Fuck baby… I love when you tug on my hair when you cum…” he growled into your skin as he began kissing and sucking your breasts as he continued to fuck into you, slowly speeding up before grunting and spilling into you, finding himself out of breath with how hard he came.

He groaned as he slowed his thrusts down and kissed up your body, eventually kissing you gently and slowly, humming as you felt up and down his arms to sooth him.

You smiled against his lips, “We aren’t good at no funny business, are we?” you joked.

He chuckled and you both hissed as he pulled himself from you, “No my love, we are not.”

He fell to the side of you and laid on his back, panting softly.

You looked over at him and smiled lovingly, “I’m so happy I finally get to be next to you…” you moved to lay on his chest and wrapped your arms around his torso.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, “I have to keep pinching myself to make sure you’re real… I feel like the luckiest man to be with you.” he started tracing shapes into your back with his fingertips.

You hummed and kissed his chest, “I find myself doing the same sweetheart…” you yawned and started feeling your eyes get heavy with sleep.

Joel found himself staring at the ceiling as you drifted to sleep, feeling the overwhelming happiness that he’d felt over the past 48 hours with you by his side become more intense the longer you were with him. He wasn’t going to let you go, he knew that for certain before you arrived, but now he felt it deeper in his heart and soul and that brought him an overwhelming amount of relief. One that eased him to quickly drift to sleep shortly after you.

4:56 am

You woke up in a panic, shooting up out of a deep sleep, heart racing, completely unaware of what was reality and what was not for a moment.

You were just back in Delta 30, instead, a different scenario of Z’s death.

You were trapped between the blade of the man you fought and the ground, fighting with everything in you to push against them, to live. Feeling the edge get closer and closer to your throat, screaming in anger as you pushed against them, taking every ounce of you to get out of this hold. Seeing out of the corner of your eye someone else grab Z out of the vehicle and throw him to the ground as he screamed and cried for you, hearing the pop that was fired at him just as you felt the blade make contact against your throat, before being dragged out of sleep and into reality.

You swallowed hard to calm your breathing and looked over at Joel, he was lying peacefully next to you, sleep being kind to his mind. His face was relaxed and a small smile peeking through his lips as he dreamt.

You looked over at the clock and saw the time, sighing and putting your fingers to the bridge of your nose, frustrated.

You sighed again and rocked your head side to side to stretch your neck but then got out of bed quietly and grabbed a clean t-shirt and some sweatpants before closing the bedroom door quietly and making it downstairs.

You began brewing some coffee and sat at the table, looking over the list of things that needed to get done for today:

Prep mac and cheese and then set aside to cook 45 minutes before the start time

Chop and prepare veggie tray and homemade ranch

Make guacamole and before the party - set out chips

Joel put ribs in the smoker at 7 am

Make chocolate chip cookies

Make coleslaw

Prep burger patties and start cooking at 4 pm

You wrote little notes about how to accomplish the list best and then started quietly getting to work.

You first prepped the mac and cheese and stuck it in the fridge so it would be ready to cook when it was time, then made quick work of making the coleslaw, as you wanted that to sit and absorb as much flavor as possible.

You started to pull out all the veggies needing to be chopped next from the fridge, washing them in the sink and then laying them all out to cut.

Meanwhile, Joel’s phone alarm went off upstairs and he rolled over to turn it to snooze then roll back over to cuddle you but you weren’t there. He slowly lifted his head and looked around, and then the smell of coffee and sounds from the kitchen caught his attention.

He got up out of bed and got some pajama pants on and a t-shirt before making it downstairs, seeing you chopping some veggies at the counter. “Sweetheart?” he yawned, “How long have you been up?” he came over and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Mornin’ cowboy…” you gently touched his hand then went back to prepping, “Uh, maybe a couple of hours?” you smiled as you began chopping some carrots into match sticks, “Bad dream…” you tsked.

Joel furrowed his brow and tilted his head to look at you, “I’m sorry baby…” he kissed your shoulder, “Why didn’t you wake me? I woulda woke up with you…” he started to rub your hips softly.

“I didn’t wanna wake you, you looked so peaceful, plus you needed your rest.” you looked back and smiled at him gently.

He was about to say something in protest when there was a knock on the front door, followed by the front door opening and Tommy’s booming voice, “Ya’ll decent?” then he chuckled.

You perked up, “Maria…” you said softly then you set the knife down and smiled, “Maria?” you shouted as you began walking towards the front door.

Maria shoved Tommy gently out of the way as she walked in, “Y/N?”

You both saw each other and then ran into each other's embrace, giggling, overjoyed to see each other.

Joel and Tommy looked at each other across the room and smiled softly at both of your reactions.

Tommy held up a brown bag, “We brought breakfast!” he smiled brightly.

You pulled away from Maria and smiled over at Joel then looked at Tommy, and started walking over to him, “Tommy… it’s so nice to finally meet you.” you hugged him tightly.

He chuckled and hugged you back, holding onto you, “I’m glad you made it back safe, it’s good to have you home.”

He pulled back and smiled gently at you, “Thanks Reginald…” you winked and he chuckled.

You turned around and looked at Maria and Joel, “I just brewed a full pot of coffee… I’m just prepping, come in!” you moved to the side and Tommy came in, closing the front door, walking towards Joel, pulling him in by the shoulder, and walking in the kitchen with him.

Maria came over to you and chuckled, “We’ve got our hands full with them, don’t we?” she chuckled.

You chuckled and gently took her arm, leaning your head against her shoulder, “I believe we do…” you smiled at Joel as he unpacked breakfast at the table with Tommy.

You sighed softly and then looked at Maria, “Come help me, we’ve got loads to catch up on…” You winked and nodded towards the boys, both of you softly giggling.

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judesmoonbeauty · 4 months ago

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Lover's Contract: Jude Jazza - Bitter END

This is a fan translation only. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

This is the balcony of the lover’s club.

From here, overlooking the harbor across the street, we could see the ships at anchor.

With binoculars, you can even see the passengers boarding the ship…..

Kate: Ah! I’ve found the targets on the ship’s deck.

Jude: Lemme see.

Jude gazes out at the large passenger ship with the binoculars he stole.

Jude: Looks like they’ll ship off fine.

Just then, the steam whistle echoes and the ship leaves the pier.

Eventually, it disappeared like it was being swallowed by the boundary of where the sky and sea melt into each other.

Kate: They’re gone.

Jude: Let’s go back, ‘fore the princess gets carried away by the mood o’ the club ‘n goes into heat.

Kate: Hey…..I’m NOT in heat or anything!

Jude: Really. Can ya promise ya weren’t thinkin’ somethin’ lewd even once?

Kate: Well, I…..

(I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited by the club’s atmosphere….)

Jude: ….Pff- such a liar.

Kate: Nmm….Mmn.

The sudden kiss instantly robbed me of my thoughts -

Jude: Since ya lied ‘n really were thinkin’ indecent things, I’ll hafta punish ya.

My neck gets nipped and a tiny pain runs through me.

It’s a little similar to the feeling of Jude biting my skin when we make love.

Kate: Mnmm.

Jude: Whaddaya feelin’.

My cheeks flushed when I noticed his exasperated gaze.

Jude: Hah -

Kate: Hey, don’t leave me behind. It’d be better if you just insulted me.

Jude: Yeah, then I’ll insult ya later. ‘Til the perverted princess’s had ‘er fill.

Kate: Who’s the pervert??

Jude: Only other person here.

Kate: Oh, come on!

— The next morning, after being thoroughly insulted by Jude on the way home, we returned to Crown Castle.

Ellis: Kate, how’d the lover’s club mission go?

As I sat down to breakfast, I was greeted with a refreshing smile that seemed to erase my memories of the previous day.

Kate: Thanks being concerned, Ellis.

Kate: There were some close calls, but the mission wrapped up safely.

(I was anxious when the targets were on the verge of breaking up.)

Ellis: Was it dangerous? Did they discover you monitoring them?

Roger: Ellis.

Suddenly, Roger taps his neck with his fingers.

When Ellis noticed the gesture —

Ellis: Ohhh…..so that’s what it was.

He smiled like he just realized something, and then Roger and Ellis exchanged a cheerful looks.

Ellis: I’m glad it’s not what I thought it was.

Kate: U-Umm….what are you both talking about?

Roger: Trying to pretend that you didn’t see it, but it’s backfiring, lil’ lady.

Kate: I’ve no clue of what you’re talking about?

Roger: I’m surprised you thought you could get away with sporting a love bite on your neck.

Kate: A love bite?! Where’s a love bite?

Ellis: It’s on your neck, Kate.

(My neck….Ohh, then)

(Where Jude nipped me last night?)

Suddenly embarrassed, I rush to cover my neck with my hands.

Kate: Seriously, it’s just because Jude was doing something weird.

Roger: Oh, so you admit it.

Ellis: So, it was Jude who did it after all.

Jude: ……Dunno.

Kate: Hey, it’s not fair for you to play dumb. You put it there, Jude!

Jude: Don’t tell each other’s secrets. One o’ the three lover’s rules t’keep, innit?

Kate: B-But still! If this keeps up, people going misunderstand.

Jude: Thanks fer breakfast.

Kate: Ah, Jude!

Without clearing up the misunderstanding, Jude got up and left.

Roger: [Whistles], a lover’s spat first thing in the morning. How passionate.

Ellis: The two of you really are so close. I’m glad you’re happier too.

Surrounded by Roger’s and Ellis’ beaming smiles, I just couldn’t bear it….

Kate: I’m-I’m thankful for breakfast too!

Roger: Oh - she ran off.

Ellis: Don’t tease her too much, Roger.

I hurriedly put my plate down in kitchen, and rushed out of the dining room…..

(Ah.)

I spotted Jude at the end of the corridor, who had just left, and I chased after him.

Kate: Jude, because of you there’s a misunderstanding!

Jude: It’s fine.

(What?)

When he turned around, he had a large smirk on his face…..

Before I could raise my voice, he hugs me tightly, and touches the love bite from yesterday with his lips.

Kate: …..[Gasp] Mmn.

He sucks so hard on my skin, that I involuntarily flinched.

Jude: Wasn’t no misunderstandin’. So it’s fine.

The back of my neck where Jude’s lips had touched felt hot.

(It’s not a misunderstanding….It’s a real kiss mark.)

Jude: ‘Sides, if we’re lovers there ain’t any misunderstandin’ or shit.

Not to be confused with the “aijin” as in “an unofficial/adulterous” relationship. Jude is using “koibito” as in "Lover’s/sweethearts/boyfriend & girlfriend.” I could’ve said bf & gf, but this him being cheeky because the prior night they were pretending to be in an unofficial relationship.

Jude chuckled and then turned around.

(Hey…)

As I reached for my neck, which suddenly flushed, Jude glanced back at me and laughed teasingly.

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sweatervest-obsessed · 2 years ago

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Birthday Present

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: 484

TW: Fluff. drinking, mention of lunatic unsubstantiated in passing .

A/N: a little somethin to keep you held over while I finish up the longer pics I'm publishing this weekend.

“Checkmate in three.”

“What?” Spencer stared at the board, and then you, and then back at the board. “There’s no—”

“Well it’s your move Spence. Let’s finish the game then.”

About one minute later, when you had successfully checkmated him in three moves, Spencer was suddenly no longer in the happy mood he had been in when he suggested you play chess.

“Oh Spence please, it’s just a game.” You sighed and started to pack up the game.

“I just don’t—”

“Ah!” You cut him off. “Don’t finish that sentence if you wanna sleep in the same bed as me tonight.”

Spencer kept his mouth shut, opting to help you pick up the rest of the pieces of the game instead.

“No one will ever believe you.” He grumbled, getting up and placing the chest board over on the small table by the window.

“Yeah but you will. And that’s all the power I need, baby.” You laughed a bit before taking a sip of the wine in front of you.

“You are evil.”

“And yet you still love me Doctor Spencer Reid.”

Spencer sighed dramatically and sat down next to you on the couch. “I guess I do.”

You shifted slightly so that you could rest your head on his shoulder; both of you basking in each other’s company.

“I’m really grateful you’re home for my birthday.” You whispered, not moving your head off his shoulder. “And before you say anything, I don’t blame you for not being here last year, I mean it’s not your fault some guy was chopping people’s limbs up in Texas. I’m just…I’m glad you’re here with me.”

Spencer didn’t know how to feel. You felt him tense up a bit, causing you to pull away and frown. “Spencer what.”

“Nothing just.” He ran his hands through his hair. “It sucks that I’m always off on a whim, that there is basically no consistency to my work schedule so the threat of not being here for important events like your birthday or even just a long weekend just. I-I don’t know.”

“The fact that your schedule is inconsistent makes it extremely consistent. I know who I married. Does it suck sometimes? Yes. But that’s just because I miss you. Sometimes, it’s nice considering the fact that I enjoy being independent–”

“I know who I married.” Spencer cut you off, a small smile on his face.

“Yeah Yeah, tough guy with the big brain and a badge, okay okay.”

Spencer chuckled and kissed your head, wrapping his arm around you and rubbing his thumb on your hip. “So--,”

“So buttons babe.”

“Sooo, if you let me finish, what is next on the birthday agenda.”

You pursed your lips and smirked slightly.

“What.”

You stood up and walked away from him.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

“Why don’t you follow me and find out, Doctor.”

Happy Birthday to you indeed.

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acanth3 · 5 months ago

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The Sound Of The Stars English Translation

EPISODE 2/8

A few hours later at the international airport of France.

Mika: Hmm~ I’ve finally made it to France

I thought I was getting used to travellin’ by plane but sitting for such a long time makes my body hurt.

And jet lag is not somethin’ to joke about, yawn…..

It’s not the time to be lazin’ around! Why did he keep such an important plan a secret from me? I have to ask Oshi-san himself!

Now that I think about it, it might have been my fault I cut off contact with Oshi-san…

It should have been better to just leave Oshi-san alone, if I go near him i’ll just make him moody

Or….why was Oshi-san in such a mood.

After all, I did refuse Oshi-san’s offer to live with him….

When the event ended Oshi-san asked me to…

‘Let’s start a happy story together’

…..

Ah~ How embarrassing! Oshi-san is so kind to me!

To be honest, I was happy to hear that but-

Put yourself in my point of view, Oshi-san is busy with art and I’m just not active in that field

I can’t speak English well or even French, if I’m nearby Oshi-san I'll just be a burden.

So just not yet, I can’t think about living with Oshi-san….

I don’t want to bother Oshi-san who just wants to achieve his dreams…..

Uuu~ It’s hard to express my feelings..

Oshi-sans expression at the time, I’m sure the way i told him was wrong

Since then it’s been awkward with Oshi-san, so I haven't gotten to contact him in some time

But still, it’s selfish to send me to space!

You better be prepared Oshi-san when I come to your room, give me a thorough explanation as to why you sended me off to space!

Shu: …..

Mika: Oshi-san! It’s one thing actin’ unbothered but it’s another not tellin’ me why!?

Why did you go through the plan without me knowing?

How many times do I have to tell you to understand me? I want you to tell me before talkin’ about such important things!

Where did my dream about going to space first even pop up? I can’t go to sleep without feelin’ like throwin’ up—

Shu: …..

Mika: Are you listening Oshi-san!? I’m so angry right now!

Shu: Non! How noisy! Get this fool out my way!

Heh…it’s Kagehira! You’re welcome, KaKaKaKa ♪

Mika: Eh..! Oshi-san, do you have a headache?

There’s dark circles under your eyes, are you okay…?

Shu: I’m just reading to gain knowledge on what’s necessary for space. Perhaps I was distracted.

I thought it was still midnight, and yesterday. You gave me a call saying you were coming to Paris, I didn't expect you to come so early.

Mika: I boarded the plane right after callin’ you

I was so impatient, Oshi-san I didn’t tell you I got here

Shu: Doesn’t really matter, I was busy reading all night.

Mika: Don’t over do it, if your sleepy go get some sleep?

Shu: Fufu, it’s okay. No, rather my eyes are clear now!

Kagehira. Don’t you believe exploring the unknown is fun?

Everytime you learn something new, your brain is constantly being stimulated with curiosity. Each time I discover an unknown truth, more and more keep appearing before me.

My urge to gain more intel continues to grow. How can such a wonderful thing exist in this world?

Eureka! I understand Archimedes' scream now! KaKaKaKa!

Mika: (Oh, I can't…Oshi-san is too…)

(What should I do? I can’t converse at all)

Um…Oshi-san, so the reason I came here…..

Shu: Do you believe in aliens?

Mika: Alien…..?

Um, aliens, the things that look like octopus?

Shu: That’s how martians look like, martians are aliens too however so it’s okay.

How did the idea of aliens exist in the first place? From a scientific point of view, knowledge on the universe and its stars began to deepen. It has developed a lot since the beginning of the world.

Since the time of creation, it can be said people must have believed in aliens for a while.

In Japan the belief of ‘Princess Kaguya’ is an example of one of them.

As well as, Lucian's story ‘Trip to the moon’ is one of the oldest to exist.

There’s also the theory that ancient civilisations came to be with the help of aliens as well as similar building shapes.

This sounds eyebrow splitting but,

In this book there’s detailed descriptions on aliens and extraterrestrial ideas constructed even during the ancient times. It’s all so very interesting.

Now, Kagehira, read it too! There’s no doubt it will be useful to you too!

Or, Kagehira, do you prefer other nonsense such as UFO’s?

If that’s the case, then you must read this ‘History of UFO Research’ it has the list of Unidentified Flying Objects seen so far, the locations, time and confirmation of existence.

Mika: O-okay! I got it, I understand Oshi-san! Please calm down~

Huh, the landlord!? Oshi-san and the landlord are here together!

Shu: “Sorry for the inconvenience, did I make too much fuss?”

“Yes, yes, No I’m okay as usual.”

“A book, it’s just a reference for something I’m working on currently, don’t worry”

“No, No I’m not going back to japan just because Kagehira is here.”

Mika: (I’m not sure what he’s sayin’ but it seems that the landlord is worried about Oshi-san)

(The landlord is also thinkin’ about the books piled up all over the place. Im gettin’ a bad feelin’)

(Most look french, but some are in japanese too. Which do I…)

(“Origins of the Universe” “Circle of the Sky” “UFO and the Mystery to Extraterrestrial Life”)

(They all have suspicious titles!?, is this what Oshi-san has been reading?)

Oh, landlord what are you saying?

WelI….. dont understand french at all…

Shu: Good grief, you don’t have to worry at all.

Just be careful not to get mixed up with religions and occults.

Mika: …Heh, well now I understand the landlord’s concerns…

Sorry for the concern. I won't worry too much...

he's so happy cutie

#ensemble stars #enstars #shu itsuki #itsuki shu #あんさんぶるスターズ #斎宮宗 #斎宮宗 #valkyrie #enstars translation #ensemble stars translation #mika kagehira #kagehira mika

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tightjeansjavi · 1 year ago

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The Rite of Movement | drabble

“Rosy”

A/N: I swear ideas hit me at the most random moments ever 💀 after not writing for a bit and coming back to a kinda awkward work situation, it felt good to write something silly and hot! I admittedly was thinking of my wife @strang3lov3 (who also made this sexy lil mood board) when I wrote this 🤭 enjoy!

~word count: 1.6k~

Summary: pornhub sent you a package containing new sex toys that just hit the market! Joel wants a tutorial on how the rose toy works ;)

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, use of sex toys, established relationship, teasing, flirting, real intimacy, oral (f!receiving) adult content, mentions of the porn industry, potential succession spoilers, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, readers nickname is baby love, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

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“Personally, I think the rose toy is the most affordable oral pleasure toy on the market. While it doesn’t entirely replicate the feeling of oral sex, it comes pretty damn close in my opinion.” You spoke sweetly in front of the camera that was positioned at the foot of the bed.

Pornhub had personally sent you a box of new sex toys that had just hit the market and they wanted you to post a review of the toys to your instagram reels (safe for work, of course). From suction cupped dildos, to rabbit ear vibrators, you had a plethora of toys to try out. And while this was originally planned to be a solo content video…that all went to shit when Joel strolled upstairs, dripping in sweat from the top of his head all the way down to his toes. Shirtless, glistening tan skin that was begging to feel your hot tongue drag across it.

“What’re you up to, baby love?” He rasped, strong back leaned against the doorframe, broad arms crossed against his chest, damp towel draped across his shoulder.

“Filming some content for the hub. They sent me a package of new sex toys that just hit the market.” You looked over at him with a small grin.

He hummed in response, pushing himself off the side of the door and strolled into the bedroom. “S’that so? Mind if I take a look at what we got goin’ on here? Maybe you and I will have to try somethin’ out later.” He said suggestively with a coy wink.

“I tried the rose toy out after my shower earlier. It’s actually pretty neat, and for the price point, I think it’s a decent replacement for the real deal.” You patted the spot next to you on the bed, not caring about the fact that he was still drenched in sweat. Neither you or Joel were shy when it came to bodily fluids.

“Ohh. Is that the toy that claims to be comparable to gettin’ eaten out?” He sat down alongside you, taking the rose shaped toy from between your hands and studied it with an amused expression on his face. “Well, I’ll be damned.” He chuckled, looking over at you with a small grin playing on his lips. “Care to give me a tutorial on how this ‘lil sucker works?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at your boyfriend's cheeky request and gave him a light shove to the shoulder with your hand. “How about you cut past the formalities and just say that you want to see my pussy, Joel.”

He laughed, warm and deep, rumbling up his chest as he met your challenging gaze. He leaned over, brushing his thumb across the plump flesh of your lower lip, “sweet girl, I always want to see your pretty pussy, but m’curious. Wanna see what all the fuss is about over this rose toy.”

“You’re that curious, huh? Well, I suppose I could give you the tutorial on how it works, baby. But I’m lazy and came already, mind helping me out?” You batted your lashes at him flirtatiously just as he leaned in to land a quick peck on your pretty lips.

“Course I can. Cus’ I know how much work it is for ya to take off those flimsy ‘lil panties of yours.” He quipped teasingly. “I’ll do all the work for my girl. Jus’ lay on your back and guide me through it, ‘kay?”

“God, I love you so much.” You mumbled into his lips, kissing him sweetly with your fingers gently scraping through the patches in his beard eliciting a low hum to vibrate up his chest.

“Love you more, baby love. Now, chop chop. Gonna run us a nice relaxing bath later with a freshly rolled joint.” He kissed you once more and gently patted the inside of your thigh with that big warm palm of his. “Might need you to rub my back later. Lifted a bit too hard at the gym with Tommy.”

“Whatever you want, baby. I’ll happily soak in the tub with you and rub your back afterwards.” You slowly detached your lips from the shared kiss, scooting yourself back against the array of pillows and plopped down on your back, thighs already spread to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders.

“And we’ll order whatever take out you’d like and catch up on the episode of Succession that we left off on. Need to find out if Roman and Gerri are gonna fuck, or if he just likes to be degraded by her.” He added with a chuckle, maneuvering himself to rest on his elbows between your spread thighs.

“God, Joel. Don’t stop! Keep talking dirty to me like that!” You said playfully, peeking down at him just as he looped his thumbs into the elastic band of your panties and slowly began to pull them down over your hips.

“You’re a piece of work today, y’know that baby love?” He shook his head with a grin, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your thigh, nipping at the plush flesh playfully with his teeth. “Roman Roy getting degraded really get you goin?’”

“Absolutely. He’s fucking sexy, and I would let Kieran Culkin do absolutely heinous things to me.” (Me too girl, me too). “Now, there’s a button on the side, and basically the center part suctions in air around your clit imitating what oral sex feels like. Only downside is that you have to place it directly against your clit otherwise you don’t get that sensation.”

“Fascinating.” He mused, pulling your panties down over your ankles and tossed them to the side. “It vibrates too, right?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, reaching behind you to adjust the pillows behind your head so you were more comfortable. “Another downside is that it’s pretty fucking loud. Not that we have to worry about that sorta thing here, but if someone is buying it to be discreet? Probably isn’t the right choice for them.”

The evidence of your prior orgasm was staring Joel right in his admiring gaze, puffy lips, glistening folds and a bead of pearlescent cum dripping from your weeping hole. It was a sight that he was certain he’d never tire from. He pressed the on button, listening to the device whir to life. “Does it have multiple settings as well?”

“Yeah, it does. Eight I think? I’ve tried them all, but I’m old school when it comes to that. I also didn’t believe that it could get me off in less than five minutes, but it sure gets the job done.”

“Less than five minutes? Damn, okay, little rose toy. I see you.” He rasped, brows furrowed as he gazed into the center opening of the toy, trying to decipher how the mechanics of it worked.

“Yep! I was pretty shocked myself, but it doesn’t compare to your tongue, Joel. There’s no competition there.” You reassured him, but then again, Joel never found himself to be intimated or threatened by sex toys.

“Don’t doubt that for a second, baby love.” he chuckled. “Want me to play with ya a little, or just let the toy do all the work?”

“So tempting, baby. But for the purpose of science, I just want you to see how it works up close.” You said softly.

“Sure thing, baby love. Whatever you want from me, pretty girl s’yours.” He spit a glob of saliva right into the center of the toy as he was curious to see how it would operate with the excess moisture. He placed it between your thighs, first gently gliding it between your folds, and then dragging the suction part of it over your clit. He dropped his head down, getting up close and personal with your pussy so he could see the little device suckle on your clit.

You let out a content sigh, relaxing further into the comforter as your body slowly began to buzz back to life, the nerve endings in your clit tingling and pulsing from the moderate sensation. “Yeah, just like that.” You spread your thighs further, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks from the sight of Joel intently studying your pussy. “But you see what I mean about the noise level? It’s not very discreet at all.”

He shook his head, licking his lips as his eyes flickered from between your thighs and up to your face. “Yeah, it’s not very discreet at all, huh? I get the appeal, though. It’s feminine, dainty, shaped like a flower. Looks extremely pretty sucking on that sweet little clit of yours, baby love.” He rasped lowly, tone dripping in arousal.

“Joel.” You warned, eyes narrowing at the smirk slowly creeping over his lips.

“What?” He chuckled. “M’jus’ makin’ an accurate observation based on the view I’m gettin.’”

“Yeah, but somehow—someway, everything that leaves your mouth sounds fucking hot. Feminine, dainty, shaped like a flower? Are you trying to kill me, Joel?” You asked playfully, keening your hips forward when the suction part of the toy slipped off your clit.

“Thought we were jus’ doin’ this for science, baby love?” He teased, “Unless…your pussy wants somethin’ a little more than what this toy can provide.” He trailed off, eyes staying locked on yours.

“Damn you, Miller.” You huffed, throwing your head back as you muttered under your breath, “Well, maybe just for science, we should compare the toy to the real deal?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He winked coyly, pressing the off button and tossed the silicone toy in the direction of the box laying on the bed. He wasted no time to grab the underside of your thighs, pulling you down further with your ankles locked around the back of his head. The second his tongue swirled around your clit, and his lips wrapped around the bud and sucked inwards, that little flower shaped toy could not even compare to Joel Miller and his skillful tongue splitting you open and making you sing his name.

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what-if-i-like-my-mechs-older · 4 months ago

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Pt8

(Someone pays a visit to Optimus's cell, curious to see if anyone can guess who it is, I won't get mad at wrong answers, I know who it is and I'm enjoying that I know , as I'm writing for me :3 )

Starscream had been let out of the brig some hours ago and now he was alone....bored, with absolutely nothing to do.

He sat with his back to the wall , foot kicking at the side.

Even the guard refused to answer him.

His chronomonitor told him it was somewhere around two in the morning, he could power down but he didn't feel like it, he had to be on his guard and game, keep his honeyed words for the next Con he might come across, sure he was being seductive to live but it was actually starting to become fun....and frustrating.

Maybe his frame type was undesirable in this Universe, at least not attractive enough for someone to actually take him up on his offer.

His foot kicked against the wall again, only to smile as the guard finally snapped and told him to stop that.

"Make me!"

He retorted , doing it repeatedly just to piss him off further.

The door to the prison hissed open, and the guard was once again ignoring him, who ever he was talking with kept their voice low, there was a silence and I'll be back in over an hour then and left , leaving who ever was there with him...alone.

Alright this might be very bad , he'd never considered something like this would happen, though he should have...it wasn't unheard of on both Con and Autobot sides.

He knew neither fraction wasn't perfect hence why he held no genuine hate for someone wearing the Decepticon insignia, actions always spoke louder than appearances.

The bars of his cell crackled in the silence and then foots steps started approaching his cell.

"What are you going to do to me, kill me? Force me-"

"And Autobots say we are the barbaric ones."

Optimus listened to his visitor who was choosing to stay out of sight, his voice was so deep and gravelly that his attention was caught a lot quicker than it should have been...Primus he was feeling...easy right now.

"So you're not here to do either of those things?"

"No and it is rather crude of you to assume so...however that does not mean we cannot have our own fun."

The unknown mech pulled a switch , using the other cells to light up the corridor.

"Oh so this is supposed to be mood lighting?"

Optimus answered sarcastically.

"For me , yes , you no, I want you blind folded, you enjoy being such a tease perhaps I should play with you after all."

Prime's knees pressed together, he was not going to outright say that voice was doing things to him because no it wasn't....yes it was.

"And if I say no?"

"I walk out of here and that boring guard gets his break cut short, no fun for either of us, so what is it going to be?"

"Fine but I have one condition, I'll flash my red light for stop and blue light for go."

"Your terms are accepted, I will keep a look out for your consent agreement, now stand up, hands on the wall and legs parted if you would."

Optimus absolutely was not going to admit he was giddy at the very idea he was about to have fun, something seemed so dirty about not knowing which Con it was, so many Cons on board this ship and one had bribed a guard just to get a chance with him.

Maybe it stroked his humble ego just a little bit.

Doing as he was told and telling him he was ready , his spark started racing as the lights to his cell went out and a shadow loomed over him.

"I'm going to put your blindfold on now."

A blue light flashed and he moved in , slipping the blindfold over his optics, fingers caressing down along his cheeks and jawline.

Taking his time to admire to autobots curves.

"Do you like Con Bot play?"

Optimus let out an undignified sound as that voice grazed against his audio receptor, it practically vibrated down along his neck , if it could do that, what would it do down further.

Blue light.

"How about playing it in the sense of it being degrading?"

Blue light again.

"But if you say something I don't like I will flash red."

Optimus warned, pressing back against him.

"I should hope so."

Optimus's ear finals flicked again, that was actually comforting to know he was safe in this moment and that he could be his more playful self.

"So, you get off fragging Autobots huh?"

"Perhaps, but you're not acting much like one, they always seemed rather reserved, dirty little thing aren’t you."

"Says the Con, is this how you interrogate all your prisoners?"

The mechs lips pressed a slow lingering kiss over his ear final as his hands slipped down to press against the glass in Prime's chest, fingering at the seams, parting them to explore him further.

Optimus nearly buckled when the Decepticon pressed a finger tip into one of the seats there, had they always been that sensitive? The more he explored inside , teasing between head rests , along his dash board, places no one else had thought to look , how did he know...it would feel so good, his hands fisted against the wall, pressing harder against him, he wanted to be embarrassed as The Decepticon pressed on the gas pedal but it was as if he knew the vibrations would simply add to the stimulation he was already feeling.

Optimus let out a shameless moan as the unknown mech found places in him he didn't even know were capable of feeling like this, even the damn steering wheel as he traced circles along its rim, adding more to it every time he pushed the gas pedal at just the right moment.

"Oh...holy Primus..."

His back was beginning to arch as the voice growled against his audio receptor again.

"Are you ready to betray all your Autobots for Con spike, imagine if they knew a Decepticon was working you like this, imagine if they knew a Decepticon could make you wet like this."

He pulled his hand free of his cab and down it slid over his waist, scratching over the grill, across his thigh. Optimus's breath hitched as two fingers tapped his panel.

"I can see the trail on your thigh Autobot, has it been a while, being a good obedient soldier stopped you from being fragged that you need The Decepticons to do it?"

The blue light on Optimus's back was flashing with each spark pulse.

"Eat...me Decepticon."

"Well that's no way to ask now is it, I am sure your sire taught you better."

Optimus's senses were heightened with the blindfold on, the sound of the bars seemed to crackle louder, he could feel each tone in his voice that felt like a vibration on his plating, it rumbled down into his core and it drove him crazy.

"Please."

"What do you know, it does have manners."

"Oh shut up, the only way you could have someone as pretty as me is if you paid for someone like me...which you did."

Optimus snapped, obviously getting frustrated and needy. His blue light still going, making sure the Con knew it was all part of the game.

"Even a worker has the right to say no..."

He went to his knees admiring the elegant thighs before him, the purple glow of the prison cell bars making them shimmer and glisten, he had an urge to wrap his fingers around each one and crush them in his grip and keep them apart.

An overwhelming rush of lust and want , but he wanted him mewling first , to be crumpled on the ground and aft up pleading for it.

The Red hue of his gaze touching where the purple light did not, leaning in closer he slowly licked along the obvious trail of want that showed how needy the autobot was, he seemed rather endearing when he was fussy like this.

Fangs grazing along his hip and biting just enough to leave a small indentation, he smirked

"For someone so mouthy, I expected you to complain more , yet here you yield , weak and needy, little Bot..."

Optimus's mouth hung open as he felt his lips pressed against his valve covering, the next word felt like a toy had been pressed to him as it resonated through his plating, it wasn't a request it was a command.

"Open."

Tbc.

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#megop #starop #op x who?#optimus transformers animated #megatron g1 #starscream g1 #writing this for my self #grinning as I write this #transformers g1 #spicy #optimus is definitely a switch

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slimybeth69 · 6 months ago

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Girl Dinner

@pedrospookie made the cutest fucking mood board for this fic, she also gave me so much inspiration for this! Let's all thank her for her perfect brain.

Part 1 of 4- Knocked Loose

Rating: explicit

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kidnapped!Joel x isolated&unhinged&potentially crazy!reader (no use of y/n, no physical descriptions besides having hair long enough to hold and fall into your face, the reader is actually crazy, talks to herself- hears little voices in her head. You gotta know this going into it)

thanks to @bonezone44 for this idea.

w/c : 9k (whoops)

warnings/tags: non-con/dub-con/ altered mental state(?) throughout the entire thing. stockholm syndrome, violence (reader and Joel both get hurt) Joel is an unwilling participant... or is he? cockwarming, unprotected P in V, dirty talk- more to come.

authors note: Hey! I know a lot people get icked out by the idea of non-con or dub con, and that's fine, but I like it, so I'm gonna write this. I don't think any of this should be acted out ITRL. DON'T KIDNAP PEOPLE!! This is your last and final warning just so everyone is aware of what's going on. this is unbeta'd, poorly proofread and probably incoherent. I love you all so, so, so much.

The weather is finally starting to change, it's not as hot as a pigs asshole anymore, and you wake up feeling refreshed, rather than sticky and sour from sleeping in a pool of your own sweat all night long.

The first thought that comes to your head though isn't the changing weather, or how you'll eventually need to break out your warmer clothes soon, nope— you don't give a shit about any of that.

It's just Mister-man that you're thinking about.

He might be the most pretty thing you've ever seen. With his shoulder length, brown and gray curls, and his patchy facial hair that matches so nicely. The thought of how rough and scratchy it would feel against your tongue makes your spine tingle.

Mister-man is a big boy. Hefty, broad, and looked so strong whenever he came into the mall.

You've been watching him for a while. He comes around every three or four days snooping in all the stores for supplies.

It's like he doesn't even know you're here…or if he does, he doesn't care. Rude! You're a pretty girl!

He's just coming to take our stuff, just like the rest of the monster-men out there. If he finds us, he might wanna take-

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!" You put your hands over your ears, even though those voices just get louder when you do that.

Mister-man wouldn't hurt'chya…

Yes, he would. He's a man.

"It's too early for this," You grumble, sitting up in your bed.

The mattress store is nice and clean, just how you left it last night before you crawled into bed. You think about how it would be alarming if it wasn't exactly how you left it before you went to bed. You did your nightly walk-through to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be, and that there weren't any extras hanging about.

As you get dressed, you think about what the dark voice was about to say. You know exactly what Mister-man would try and take from you if he found you. What all the other men in this fucking place want from you.

It's hard to make any of that matter as you skip to your hiding spot in the rafters above the food court. That's where he always enters from, even though the easier entrance with less glass and boards to climb through is on the other side of the mall.

It's a good thing you set up a trap there too, if he comes in through that entrance, at least you'll hear the snare go off and hopefully get to him in time to get his gun and knife.

Mister-man is a creature of habit, he doesn't like to switch things up, Sug. He'll come through this door.

He might. He might not. Mister-man might be playing your game better than you, kid.

"Well then, it's a good thing I thought of everything," you murmur, climbing up the discarded scaffolding to get into the rafters.

It's not scary up here, you like the thrill of knowing if you made one mistake—

Goner!

Splat!

"I've never fallen though!" You giggle, settling in to the perch just above the now blown out glass doors. It's a comfortable little spot, and you've arranged some blankets and pillows from the mattress store up here so you can nap if you want. There are some snacks, and bottles of water in case you have to stay up here for more than just a couple hours, keeping an eye out for Mister-man.

People must have stayed here in the mall during the outbreak, or right after because the doors are boarded up the best they can be, and the tables and chairs from the food court are set up all around like a barricade.

It was perfect, less work for you to have to do, and no one else bothers to come in here anymore— it's either too far, too hard to get too, or not worth the pay out.

Not for our lovely, handsome, soon to be perfect, Mister-man; the reason he comes every week is so sweet.

You wondered why he kept coming back when there really isn't much to scavenge anymore: every single store had been picked through before you got here, and you went and took the last of whatever anyone else didn't want or need and squirreled it away in a nice hiding spot.

Mister-man came every three or four days-- so that he could sit his ass in a comfortable recliner for a couple hours.

Remember that time he took a nap?

"Of course I do! How could I forget?!"

It's the cutest thing, and you love to watch him relax. Rest. Let his guard down for a little while.

"Slept like a lil baby that day," you mumble, feeling the heat spread up your neck and behind your cheeks. It's impossible to not smile at the memory of Mister sleeping in his chair, arms behind his head, snoring loudly.

His hair was real soft...'n he smelled so..

Why does he let us get so close? It's gotta be a trap.

Oh shut up, maybe he wants us to get close!

"I don't think he can hear me too good," you breathe out to the empty mall. The sun is starting to shine directly in your eyes— which means Mister-man will be here soon. "Always lookin' over his left shoulder. He never looks over his right, me thinks he can't hear outta that ear."

Mister has been coming for a couple months. He first started when the snow started to melt. And he kept coming through the spring when everything was wet and soggy, and he'd traipse mud through the mall like this wasn't your house!

That's how you knew he had been there though, so you waited to see if he'd come back-- and he did.

Mister-Man kept coming, even when the summer got so hot it was almost unbearable. Venturing outside was almost dangerous, but Mister always came.

Just to sit in his chair.

The air is filled with the sounds of birds singing, and insects buzzing in the lazy, summer heat. The mornings aren't too bad anymore, but the afternoon is still sweltering.

The late afternoon's are even worse when the heat finally settles, and everything gets sticky, and feeling all wet even though it's not wet outside! It's hot, but the air feels thick and damp somehow.

Awh, looks like he ain't coming today, Sug.

Good-fucking-riddance.

"He'll show up. If not today… tomorrow…or the next day. Or next week! He always comes, sillies. Gettin' me all nervous for nothin—"

Shhhhhh!!!! He's coming.

Mister-man is coming. You can hear him before he even crawls through the hole in one of the boards. He has to slide the table he sets up every time he comes and goes.

Once he's upright, brushing himself clean of any debris that he might have picked up on his crawl into the mall, he starts to walk.

It's not hard to stay quiet, you know exactly where the spots that creak are, and where things might break and fall apart if you were to put too much weight on them.

It's easier to follow him around as he slinks through the abandoned shopping center than you thought, as long as you stay on his right side. You've been watching and learning, and had a long time to figure him out.

Mister is so cute, walking real slow with his back to the wall, his head on a constant swivel. You wanna call out to him and tell him it's just the three of you in the mall.

He continues to sneak very quietly.

Can't hide from us.

"He sure can't," you giggle, almost silently.

Mister-man pauses, and looks over his left shoulder, as if something caught his attention. He looks all around, head twisting in either and all directions. At one point, he looks right up at where you're standing.

It's like he's looking right at you, like he can see you flitting through the rafters right above him.

Mister-man just shakes his head, as if he was hearing things, and continues onward towards the furniture store.

Fuck, he really can't hear for shit.

"He sure can't."

Mister doesn't make it inside the furniture store today, unfortunately for him.

When Joel wakes up, his head is fucking pounding and— he's upside down. Shit.

Not again.

"What the fuck?" Joel croaks, his hands feel like they weigh a thousand pounds as he tries to lift them from where they're dangling over his head. His shoulders hurt, and his back aches. His ankles feel like they're on fire.

There isn't much he can do but hang here, waiting for his vision to un-blur and for the throbbing in his head to go away.

Probably get gutted like a pig.

Finally, after blinking a million times, Joel can see things clearly.

You- a young woman- with a gun in your hand, another strapped to the outside of your thigh, and a fucking machete strapped across your back.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Joel shouts, his hands now easily flying to the holster—It's empty. The pack he had been carrying on his back is gone too.

Joel watches as you look at him like he should already know what you're doing: a half smile plastered onto your pretty lips, the crinkle at the corners of your eyes, your head tilted to the side ever so slightly, couching in front of his pack.

"Lookin' through your stuff," you croon to him.

Joel's blood boils. What the fuck are you doing? Who the fuck are you? How did you manage to get him all strung up, hanging from the ceiling?

He says nothing as you stay picking through his backpack, taking out every single thing he has in there. His map, compass, the backup flashlight, the gas-mask— which you're putting on?

Why? There weren't any spores in here— were there?

"This thing is fuckin' cool!" Your voice is muffled, and you stand up straight. Then you hold your hands out at your sides, and spin in a circle.

"Hey!" Joel barks at you, flinching away from the revolving barrel of your pistol with each rotation you make. "Stop swinging that thing around, would ya'!?" Joel shouts as you continue to spin.

You stop suddenly, and stare at him through the big, dark lenses of his gas mask. "You know all about swinging around, don'tchya?" You giggle at him.

Joel literally swings back and forth as you say this, very slowly spinning around as he sways, and the throbbing in his head only makes him more angry.

"Cut me the fuck down, keep what'chya want— I don't got time for all this," Joel grumbles, lifting his head so he can look at the rope tied around his ankles. It's a good knot, and without a knife, Joel isn't going to get down on his own, not without his knife.

He reaches behind him to feel for it on his belt—

"Lookin' for this?" Your still muffled voice questions Joel as his fingers brush across the empty space on his waist where his knife would be.

He tips his head almost all the way back, and then to the side so he can see you— and is greeted by the sight of you, still in the gas mask, and now, holding his knife by the blade with your thumb and index finger. All he can do is sigh, close his eyes and wonder how a trip to sit in his favorite recliner led to this.

"Now, I ain't really wanna hurt'chya— I was hopin' you was gunna say knocked out long enough for me to cut'cya down and—"

Joel doesn't wanna hear anymore. "Just cut me the fuck down— people are gon' come lookin' for me if you—"

You apparently don't wanna hear what Joel has to say anymore either, because you start to talk over him. "—we're just gunna go—"

Joel doesn't care, doesn't want to listen to your muffled voice— he wishes you would take his stupid, fucking gas mask off and talk to him like a normal person. He's gotta be able to barter with you somehow. "—don't let me go. If it's food 'n water ya' want, I can get ya' some—"

The two of you are just talking louder, and louder, until the both of you are shouting over the other, neither one of you actually hearing what the other is saying.

"—let me go!"

"—stay forever!"

The two of you stop and stare at each other in silence for a moment. Joel can't really comprehend what you just said, "Stay forever?"

"Yep!" You exclaim happily.

Did he say that aloud?

"You 'n me, together forever, Mister-man," you sigh dreamily at him.

It's not what you say, it's how you say it— like you really believe what you've just said. Like…it was something you had been thinking about, for a while.

"Huh?" Is all he can say, still slowly swaying and spinning. He has to turn his head almost completely around before he whips it to the other side, he wants to keep his eyes on you at all times. You seem un-fucking-predictable.

"Ain't'chya so excited!?" You squeal, and it makes Joel's head ache.

"Gon' fuckin' strangle you once I get down from here," Joel half grumbles, half chuckles under his breath. He crosses his arms over his chest, watching you rummage around for something in his bag.

"That's why I gotta do this," your muffled voice sounds sad as you pull something out and whip it behind your back, hiding it, and that makes Joel nervous.

"Do what?" Joel tries to see what you pulled out of his backpack.

"Gotta close your eyes," you shrug your shoulders, and rock back and forth on the balls of your feet.

Joel blinks at you, just staring at him through the gas mask. He's not completely unsettled by the sight of you in a gas mask, he's seen women wearing them plenty— it's the fact that you have him completely at your mercy and he can barely see your fucking eyes.

He's so fucking stupid for coming out here alone all the time, Tommy and Ellie both warned him- both told him that something would happen to him out here. He'd hurt his back— or worse. And no one would know where to find him- because this was his secret hideaway. A place to escape the responsibilities of being a dad, a grandpa, and a big brother.

Joel loves Ellie, JJ and Tommy more than he ever thought possible— and loves that he got to be around them everyday— it was just starting to be a lot.

If Joel had the means to move that recliner into his house in Jackson, he would have— but it's too big, too heavy and way too fucking far.

Now look at him, upside down!

"Ya' ain't gunna wanna see it comin'." You give Joel a small warning. "Please just close them," you whine, starting to nervously dance on your tip toes.

"No." Joel growls, arms still crossed over his chest.

"'Kay!" You exclaim, running over to Joel. "Warned ya'!" You pull the brick Joel had put in his pack for emergencies.

"Wait! Wait—"

Cripes-all-mighty, Mister-Man is heavy as hell!

It takes everything you have inside of you to drag him to the mattress store. By the time you get there, your shirt is soaked through with sweat, your hair clings to your forehead and the side of your face. Every muscle aches and feels as if it's being torn from the bone it's clinging to.

Huffing and puffing, you drag him through the sea of mattresses until you get to the staircase that leads into the basement office.

"Sorry, Mister-Man," you grunt and push him down the stairs—

He's fine! You lined the stairs, and the bottom where he landed with mattresses a couple days ago-- after you brought his favorite recliner down here. All by yourself. Did it just for Mister-Man, because you want him to be comfortable! You want him to feel nice, and relaxed, and safe here with you.

Once you have him nice and secure to his chair— you wait.

He hit his head pretty hard when you snared him— you didn't think of that part. Then he had to go and wake up! Like a dumb idiot! He could have just stayed asleep, then you wouldn't have had to hit him again!

Thank goodness for that brick he keeps in his backpack, which, what the fuck is that about? It's a good weapon, but it's heavy, and made his backpack harder to carry than you would like to admit.

You were also lugging that giant of a man around, ya' did good, Sugar.

Yeah, ya' did good, kid.

You wrap your arms around yourself and sigh, "Thanks."

You wanna tell the voices in your head that you love them, but you don't really always love them. Sometimes you hate them, and wish they would shut up, and sometimes they don't talk when you need them to— finicky fuckers! And they almost never see eye to eye, and it's exhausting. So you just say thanks.

Mister-man is so pretty up close. Even more pretty than you could have ever thought or dreamed of. He doesn't look like he's shaved or cleaned up his beard in the last couple days, and his hair was combed back away from his face when he got here today— but now it's a mess, matted to his forehead in drying blood, falling into his eyes.

"Shit," you whisper, taking in the sight of him all beat up—

Sug, you gotta clean him up— make him pretty again.

The sweet voice is right!

Mister-man looks so sad all bloody and a mess.

"I'll be right back," you murmur and press a gentle kiss to his forehead through his blood stained hair, and then double check all of the ropes around his wrists and ankles.

He's secure, time to go get him lookin' nice again.

When you come back, your bag is filled to the brim with supplies from the the multiple stores that still have things inside them. You got him a comb, and a spray bottle that you already filled with clean water. You were able to find some clean clothes that look like they'll fit him.

He's also awake.

"Hi, Mist—"

"Let me go."

"—er-man!" You finish through the interruption. "I'm gunna clean you up now, and then we can have dinner. 'Kay?"

Mister-man stares at you.

"Oh!" You rip the gas mask off and place it on his lap. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to steal it. I promise." You cross your heart with one index finger.

"Let. Me. Go."

You wince with each barked word. "I. Don't. Wanna."

"If I ever get outta here, m'gon' fuckin' kill ya'," he growls.

You frown, pinch your eyebrows together and mock his thick, country twang. "M'gon' fuckin' clean ya' up real good, 'n then me 'n ya' can have fuckin' dinner." You growl back at him.

"Shut th'fuck up, untie me—"

"Why!? So you can kill me?" You shake your head at him, giving him a small smirk. "Not gunna happen, Mister."

His eyes go wider than you've ever seen them, as if he might be nervous. "What th'fuck you gon' do to me then, huh?"

"Clean. You. Up. Then. Have. Dinner. Did I say it too fast the first time, or can you really not hear too good?" You cock your head to one side, and look at him quizzically.

"Th'fuck did ya' just ask me?" Joel feels his chest going tight-- this hasn't happened in fucking years. It can't be happening right now.

"I talk real fast sometimes, and I don't realize it, and so sometimes all my words come out real jumbled to--"

"'Bout my hearin'?" Joel's working overtime to suck the air in, to bring precious oxygen to his brain. His head is still pounding, and now he can't fucking breathe, and he can't even imagine what kind of sick, twisted shit you're going to do to him.

Joel watches your eyes drop to the ground by his feet, and it's almost like you pull your body in on itself somehow, retreating into a place where you're trying to hide from him in plain sight. "I been watchin' you when you come in here... just act like you can't hear all that good outta your right ear," you say in a voice so small Joel can barely hear it.

"Watchin' me?" Joel scoffs.

Who the fuck are you? How long have you been watching him? How come he's never seen you before? Never even seen a trace of another person around here, just the stray raccoon or possum.

Joel's blood boils when you nod your head at him, still unable to look him in the eye. "Ya' should be ashamed. Whatever it is ya' wanna do to me is probably fucked--"

"I'm not ashamed," your voice snaps, and finally you lift your head to meet Joel's gaze. "Not even a little."

"Actin' like it," Joel's voice is snappier, and louder, and it makes you flinch.

"Maybe a little embarrassed--"

"Ashamed, fuckin' embarrassed, same fuckin' thing." Joel rolls his eyes at you.

"Not really," you shake your head from side to side and raise both of your eyebrows at him. "Not at all, actually."

"Would you shut th'fuck up?!"

"Would you shut th'fuck up..." You mock Joel. "I'm tryin' to do somethin' nice for you, and you keep telling me to shut the fuck up!"

"Do somethin' nice f'me?!" If this wasn't almost thirty years after the fucking apocalypse happened, Joel would think he was on some hidden camera show.

"Yeah!" You hold out the supplies you had brought back from wherever the fuck you had run off too while Joel was unconscious.

"Doin' somethin' nice would be lettin' me go, sweetheart." Joel switches his tone- does something he wouldn't normally do in a situation like this.

Your eyes light up. They crinkle in the corners a little, like they did the first time he saw you, but you're not upside down this time. The corners of your lips are trying to curl up, but you're actively trying to stop them.

"Don't call me that, 'less you mean it."

With the comb, water bottle and first-aid kit in hand, you take your place behind him and inspect the wound.

It's a surface wound, but dirty from the brick and still very bloody.

It's a painstaking process, because you don't want to be the cause of his pain anymore. Not ever again if you can help it.

Really, that's up to Mister, but he'll find out on his own soon enough! He just has to play nice, be sweet and kind— be the Mister you want him to be, and he'll be perfectly happy here with you. Life here with you in the mall could be perfect! He just needs to be perfect. He's almost there, he just has to keep his mouth shut.

He's not quiet, not at all. He hoots and hollers at you to stop, to let him go, that he's gonna gut you like a fish if he ever gets free from here.

The way he talks, his voice feels like the deepest note on a piano, or the thickest string being plucked on a guitar. It vibrates in the spaces between your ribs, and forces all the air out of your lungs when he talks.

He's taking your breath away... how romantic.

The sweet and airy voice in your head is right, he is taking your breath away. You wish he would stop saying those mean and terrible things to you-- they're making you hurt inside, where your stomach is.

Guilt. You should just kill him right now--

"Hurt him?"

Mister stops shouting, and raises one eyebrow at you.

Look'it those big brown eyes. Like a baby cow. All wet 'n big, kinda scared lookin'.

Ugh, shoot him right between those beautiful brown eyes, kid. You can do it.

He ain't hurt you yet, Sug...

Because she tied him up--

As she should, she's gotta feel him out a little, make sure he's really not gonna hurt her.

How is he ever going to hurt her if he's tied up?

"Okay, enough!" You almost shout-- there they go! Never seeing eye to eye, making things harder than they needed to be!

"I'll yell all I fuckin' want," Joel does holler, loudly. So loud. He's going to draw attention.

"Do I need to get the brick again?"

Joel stops shouting.

He really can't hold back the pained sounds coming from his throat as you attend to his wound.

You're being so, so gentle!

He's acting like a giant baby.

"M'hurtin' you?" You mumble as you drag the damp cloth along his forehead carefully, cleaning the moderately large gash you left there with the brick. It's swollen, and bruised now... you feel so terrible.

He'll forgive you, Sugar.

Mister-man doesn't say anything, he just flinches away from your touch for the millionth time.

"M'sorry, didn't mean t'hurt you this bad." You slowly start to work the comb through his hair, spraying it down with water when you needed to. You're careful to never pull on his hair too hard, and work the tangles out meticulously so you don't bring him any more discomfort.

"Got'chu some medicine." You reach into your pocket and pull out two white pills.

"I ain't takin' nothin' y'give me, fuckin' crazy bitch." He grumbles.

Mister watches you walk around to the front of him, and kneel between his legs.

"S'just regular," you hold your hand up to his face so he can inspect the pill on his own. "Nothin' strong like they had in the QZ's," it's a gentle explanation as he studies the medicine in your palm. "Can find some for ya' if you wanted me to, m'real good at findin' stuff."

"Find it in your heart t'let me outta here," Joel gives you the sweetest, crookedest smile that makes you stomach feel like it grows ten sizes, and your heart feels like it's racing something else inside of you.

There are sweet wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and the lines on his forehead deepen, and he has the softest dimple on his left cheek.

Sug, he's so pretty.

Kill. Him. Before. He. Kills. You.

"So pretty," you catch your bottom lip between your teeth, and rest one of your elbows on his knee, propping your head up on the heel of your hand. The pills are still right in front of Joel's face, and his eyes flash between them, and your face.

"Not takin' them" he grumbles, twisting his head away from your hand.

"Suit yourself," you put the pills back into your pocket, dipping your head down to press a soft kiss to his knee. "M'gunna go get us dinner, I'll be back."

Joel stares at the tray of food you set down on the table you dragged over to be directly in front of him.

"Where's the protein?" Joel looks up at you from the plate of crackers with peanut butter, a small bowl of raspberries, two packets of expired pretzels you would get on an airplane, and a full bottle of labelless whiskey.

"S'in the peanut butter," you say through a mouthful of your own cracker.

Begrudgingly, Joel opens his mouth when you hold a cracker up to his lips. "Where's the meat?"

The crackers are dry, and kind of stale somehow? The peanut butter is still nice and creamy, just the way Joel remembered it before the outbreak.

"Where would I find meat?"

Joel pinches his brows together and blinks at you. "Ya' live in the woods, got a gun or two-- fuckin' know how to set a snare--"

You gasp softly, and rest one elbow on the table and point at him with a lazy index finger, "You 'spect me to go out there and kill an innocent lil friend? They ain't ever done nothin' t'me. Why would I go out 'n hurt 'em when I ain't got no reason to?"

Joel continues to blink, trying so hard to keep his eyes on you and not the ropes you have him tied down with so tightly they're starting to dig into the skin on his forearms-- painfully.

"Ya' kiddin', right?" He watches as you place a raspberry directly into the peanut butter on the cracker and hold it out for him.

"Issa good combo, try it." You nod your head at him, urging him to open his mouth.

Joel doesn't want to, doesn't want to give you the satisfaction of knowing he needs you, and is going to keep needing you until you decide to kill him, or set him free.

He opens his mouth though, because Joel hasn't had a raspberry in years and he loves them, and the sight of that plump, juicy berry sitting so comfortably in that pillow of delicious, creamy peanut butter is making his stomach rumble. Loudly.

"Want some?" You hold up the bottle of whiskey, screw off the cap and take a swig. "See, it's safe," you look at him through your lashes, and give him a one-corner-of-your-mouth-smile.

Joel nods his head, because what else was there to do if he was going to be a prisoner here? He tried so hard to free himself of the restraints while you were gone, but you know how to tie a knot, and Joel just ended up giving himself rope burn.

An hour later, Joel feels pretty good, but not good enough to forget the situation he's in, but the booze is making you very chatty, and he might actually be enjoying the conversation.

"'N I get power from the solar things up on the roof, I think."

"Ya' think?" Joel smirks at you, he can't help it.

"I dunno how the solar works," you exclaim, holding one hand towards the ceiling. "It's the sun and black screens," you give the ceiling the middle finger and groan. "Barely works when the sun is out-- I just wanna watch my movies--"

"What kinda movies ya' got?"

He wishes he never asked.

You're sitting between his legs on the floor-- reaching behind you to feed him raspberries, never taking your eyes off the screen.

Joel thing's about biting your fingers off, thinks about taking the tips right off with his front teeth.

What would you do if he did that? Joel is still tied up, and he would just have raspberries and bloodied fingertips in his mouth, and then possibly a crazy, unpredictable, angry woman who would try and kill him.

Joel has seen angry people every day for close to thirty years... he knows what they look like, what they sound and act like--- you don't sound or act angry.

"Love this part," you sigh, leaning back into him, and resting your head on his knee.

Joel looks up to the screen, watching Cinderella transform into her beautiful ball gown.

Joel wishes he could reach out and run his fingers through your hair.

No he fucking doesn't? What the actual fuck? What did you put in the food, or the whiskey to make him feel this way?

Joel clenches his hands to fists on the arms of the recliner, and tenses his jaw-- grinding his teeth in the process.

You continue to drink throughout the movie, and when the credits are rolling-- you stumble to your feet, and then into his lap.

"Get off'a me," Joel gripes as you nuzzle your nose against the side of his face.

"Just wanna cuddle," you murmur, curling yourself up into his chest, yawning sleepily. "F'just a lil bit."

"Get off'a me, ya' fuckin' nut!" Joel shouts, and regretfully, tries to headbutt you.

His cheekbone, the side of his nose and part of his forehead connect with the top of your skull in a dull, aching thud.

You scramble off his lap, and fall to the floor, one hand holding the top of your head where Joel had just whacked you. The right side of his face is throbbing, and he thinks his nose might be bleeding, or he's crying- he doesn't know- he doesn't care. He just wants to go home.

"What the fuck!?" You shout back at him. "Mister, I ain't been mean to you at all, minus the brick- okay? What the hell is your problem!?"

Joel can't help but laugh, it starts off as a chuckle, but quickly matures into full on guffawing. "Y'fuckin' insane, ya' know that?" Joel rumbles through his fit.

Through the tears in his eyes, Joel can see you glaring at him.

Okay, he hurt her, can she kill him now?

Sugar, he ain't mean it... not really... he just needs some time to adjust.

He could have really hurt her, are you serious?

He's just nervous! Give the man a break--

Tired of giving men breaks- tired of letting them get away-

"Both of you, knock it off." It's a stern warning to the voice as you glare at Mister.

He stops laughing and blinks at you. "Huh?" He cocks one eyebrow up high, "Both o' ya?"

His question doesn't register, all you can think about is how disappointed you are in him.

"I was gunna let'chya sleep in the big bed with me," you huff, climbing to your feet. "Ain't gonna do that no more."

"I ain't wanna sleep in the big bed with y'crazy fuckin' ass, anyway!" He screams at you.

"What're ya' bein' so fuckin' mean for? I cleaned ya' up, made ya' pretty again-- fed you dinner 'n shared my drink with you!"

Do not cry! What're you doing!? Don't let him see you cry! Get out of here, right now!

The dark voice is right, the burn in your nose and the sting in your eyes are tell tale signs of tears- and you hate them. Hate the way they make your face wet and sticky, hate how they make your heart hurt, hate how your head feels like it's ten pounds heavier when you get done crying.

He'll come around, Sug. Gotta give him some time. If ya' stay nice-- it'll happen sooner than you think.

"I like bein' nice," you murmur, not taking your eyes off Mister.

"Th'fuck are you talkin' about!?" He exclaims, eyes wide, almost obsidian with rage and confusion.

"G'night, Mister. We'll try again t'morow."

Mister doesn't rest, doesn't relax, doesn't settle down at all.

When you open the door to his room, he's still screaming his head off.

"Hey!" You shout back at him, grabbing his attention. "We got raiders 'round here. We got infected movin' in and outta here all the time-- you know how fuckin' loud you are?"

"Hopefully they all hear 'n come runnin'. I'd love to see you get torn to shred-"

"'Kay, m'real sorry ya' feel that way. Even sorrier that I gotta do this."

Mister doesn't stop fighting you the entire time you shove the bandanna into his mouth. He even bites down on your index and middle finger as you stuff the last corner of fabric between his teeth.

Hit him.

It happens so fast, you don't have time to stop yourself from the back of your hand connecting with his cheek.

"Now, you gunna play that game? I can play, too," you inspect your finger and the deep indentation he left that's already starting to bruise.

The duct tape is hard to rip, and you need to use your teeth to cut a strip to go over his mouth.

Mister is mumbling something around the bandanna, but you can't understand him, and honestly are still mad about your fingers-- they hurt! Really bad!

"Glad I still got that medicine... I'm gunna fuckin' need it!" You dig around in your pockets and look for the two white pills. Your fingers throb while you look, the sensitive skin; tender to the touch as it brushes against the fabric inside your pockets.

Mister glares at you with his almost black eyes.

"I'm sorry!" You find the pills, throw them into your mouth and swallow dry. "I'm sorry for hurtin' you. I do not like doin' it, I mean it." You take a couple steps towards him, and drop to your knees between his legs again.

Mister watches, his whole body still as you rest your head on his knee again.

"Just want ya' 'round. M'sorry," you close your eyes, not wanting him to see them fill with those traitorous tears. "Jus' real lonely out here. Miss havin' someone t'talk with...'n snuggle up to at night."

The fuckin' duct tape makes it impossible for Mister to say anything--which is the worst. You wanted someone to talk with, not at.

"I'll take the tape off in the mornin', and we can try again over breakfast, 'kay?"

Mister doesn't make a single sound for the rest of the night.

Joel is drunk again. Fuck, this is never good.

You're in his lap, knees on either side of his thighs with one arm around his neck, your head resting on his shoulder. There is something about the way your fingers twirl around in his hair at the nape of his neck that feels good. Too good.

"C'mon, get off'a me," Joel groans, but there's no passion in his voice. It's been almost three weeks of just this, and he doesn't hate it. Not when he's drunk.

Honestly, he barely dislikes it when he's sober, but he's better at acting like he doesn't want you on his lap when he hasn't had a drink that night.

How can he not like it just a little bit? You're soft, and warm, and fit so perfectly on his lap it's like you were made to be there.

"Couple more minutes, Mister. Please?" You fucking whimper,

The sound floating through Joel's ear canal sends a shiver down his spine, and directly into his cock. It twitches in his jeans. He's got to start thinking about baseball, and carpentry work, and how he's probably going to die soon.

Nothing works. Joel can feel the heat from your cunt through the thin fabric of your shorts, and his hands have been tied down to this chair every time you're not around. The only time you let him up is to use the bathroom-- and you have a gun while you wait for him the entire time, so he's never horny then!

And, as thankful as Joel is for this- you've never even looked at him like that. You look at him like you're in love with him all the time, but you've never once looked at him like you wanna touch him.

Joel tries to push his hips further into the chair, away from the perfect, searing heat of your middle.

"Where'ya goin?" Your voice purrs in his ear, your fingernails ghost across the skin on his neck and he shivers again, his cock feels it tenfold.

You feel it now, too.

"What're ya'--" you pause to look between your bodies, and then your eyes flash up to his. "That f'me?" You're whispering, and your glassy eyes are wide, and look so flattered.

"Ain't for nobody, stop lookin' at 'em," Joel grumbles, again, not really meaning any of it even though he should mean every single word.

"'Em?" you question him with your big, wet eyes and his cock twitches again.

Joel swallows hard, his eyes falling to your bottom lip clutched between your teeth, and nods. "Him, yeah, whatever you wanna call it-- ain't for you." He sighs softly.

"Why not?" you sink down further into his lap. The thin shorts you have on to wear to bed do nothing to keep your warmth contained. It's almost like Joel can feel what it would be like if you just whipped him out and sat-

He's never drinking with you again. Never again.

"Get off'a me," Joel leans forward gently as you lean into him, the tips of your noses touch softly.

"Gunna bite me if I kiss ya'?"

Joel is a goner, your breath smells sweet like raspberries and whiskey and every single thing about you is warm and soft-- Joel knows that if he wasn't fucking drunk he'd be fighting you tooth and nail, but he cannot right now.

He can't think about anything but what you'd feel like wrapped around him, milking him.

"Take'em out," Joel is the one to lean into the kiss, his lips aren't hesitant, or tentative at all when they meet yours. He is going to try and bite you- and he does, he nips at your bottom lip, but gently. He pulls back with it still bitten, and listens to you moan softly.

The quickness of your fingers isn't your friend, you struggle with his belt for what feels like an eternity as you push back against his kiss, eagerly slipping your tongue into Joel's waiting mouth.

Joel groans low in his throat when you wrap your hands around his girth, and then chuckles at your shocked gasp when you pull away to get a good look at him.

"He ain't gon' bite'chya," Joel teases, leaning forward, searching for your lips again.

"Might split me in half," you moan, presumably at the thought of Joel stretching you open.

Joel can't contain his own moan as you put the image in his head. "Fuuck, sit on him-- lemme feel ya'."

The sound that leaves you makes Joel throb in your hand, "Ya' want me t'put 'em inside?" You whisper, the silky smoothness of your hands on him, stroking him so slowly is making his head spin.

"Jeeesus, yes-- fuckin' c'mon- do it," Joel lets his head fall back against the recliner, and watches as you pull your shorts to the side, and lift yourself to hover over him. "C'mon..." Joel eggs you on in a whisper. "Y'can do it, crazy girl."

"Don't call--" you pause when you notch the head of him at your entrance. "--me crazy."

Joel groans loudly as you sink down and let every wet, soft part of you engulf him. He throbs again when you whimper and whine, eyes clenched shut, your hands grasping at his shoulders as you inch your way down his length.

"Ow, ow, ow," you whine, leaning forward to rest your head on Joel's.

He could headbutt the shit out of you right now, but fuck, the way you're looking at him, with real tears in your eyes, not just from drinking.

"Hey, ya' doin' real good, sweetheart, keep goin'-- nice 'n slow," Joel encourages you, because he doesn't want it to stop either. "Jus' like that, crazy girl."

God damn, is crazy pussy always this good? He wouldn't fucking know, he wouldn't ever get involved with you if he knew you back in Jackson- but out here, after almost three weeks with you... it's hard to deny the physical needs of a man. And you're so fucking soft and wet.

The two of you groan in unison when you fully seated. The velvet walls of your pussy are fluttering, and clenching around him as you adjust to his length.

"You're so big," you hum, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Didn't think ya'd wanna do this," you whisper into his mouth. "Wasn't gon' take it from ya-- don't like that."

"Take what'chya need from me, whenever ya want it, shit," Joel tries to buck his hips up into yours to give you what you want but you whine in protest.

"Still hurts."

Joel settles his hips and leans into the best he can being tied down, his fingers grip the armrests of the chair tightly, groping it like he would be groping you if he could.

"Untie me," he murmurs while grinding up against you, not pulling out of you at all, just letting you feel him, letting you open up around him so it'll start to feel good.

"No," you nip at his bottom lip now, but you suck it into your mouth and tease him with your tongue as your walls start to rhythmically clench around him.

"Fuck, ya' doin' that on -ur-ose?" Joel groans with his bottom lip still being lapped at, The feeling of your tight, wet sucking him in deeper somehow- like it's fucking bottomless almost makes him come right then.

You pull back, his lip slips from between your with a wet pop "Mhm, ya' like it?" You clench harder around him and then release, and then do that over, and over again.

"Fuckin' untie me, wanna touch you- gotta feel how soft ya' are all over, c'mon," he's begging, he needs to feel the swell of your ass in his palm, or one of your tits spilling between his fingers as he grips you.

"No, you'll just try 'n leave me-"

"No, no, no-- I'll stay 'n... uh.. I'll... um- uh--oh, I'll play nice wit'chya" Joel racks his brain with anything that he could say that would possibly give him a chance at being able to really touch you.

"Lyin' t'me," you moan, and Joel throbs inside of you.

"Not lyin'-"

You pull back from his face at an alarming rate, and you scan his face slowly, as if you were drinking in every feature, savoring the flavor-- Joel watches you swallow hard and imagines that it's his load you just took down--

"Untie me, let me touch ya' a lil bit," Joel whispers, keeping his eyes locked on to yours. "Make ya' feel real good, promise." Joel licks his lips as he watches you struggle internally with the decision. "C'mon... gotta feel how soft ya' are, crazy girl. Just one hand."

"Fine."

You stay seated in his lap, his cock still throbbing inside of you as you work on the knot that will free his right hand. He's trembling in the anticipation of it all.

As soon as the pressure is gone off his wrist, Joel reels his arm back as far as he can, and sends it flying forward with as much force as he can muster after not eating meat for almost an entire month.

You scream as his fist connects with your right eye, and go flying to the floor.

Joel might be completely sober right now, and he knows he needs to move fast before you get up and probably shoot him for lying to you, and then punching you.

Yep. Shoot him. Shoot him right between his perfect, brow, baby-cow eyes. End it.

The dark voice in your head is right, but it's almost impossible to think about anything else but the pain shooting into your brain from your right eye socket.

"You motherfucker," you sob. The pain is electrifying- and you can't even see out of your right eye anymore!

That was your least favorite eye!

Kill. Him.

When you sit up, Joel is working on the knot around his left wrist.

You stumble to your feet, holding your hand over your eye trying to keep the actual ball in, in case it falls out, and walk over to the table with his book bag on it. You rummage around until your fingers wrap around the item you're looking for.

When Joel sees what you're carrying, not even attempting to hide it behind your back, he quickens his efforts on the knot.

Your left hand isn't your dominant one, but your right is busy keeping your eyeball in your head because it most surely got knocked loose or something.

You have to whack Joel twice before he goes unconcious.

"S'what ya' get for almost takin' my eye out!"

While he's still asleep, you take this opportunity to cut the jeans he's wearing off of him. You carefully unbutton the green and red flannel he was wearing and slip that off of him fully intact.

Once he's fully secure, with a new restraint around his chest to keep him fully pinned down to the chair, and the bandanna and tape back around his mouth-- you shut all the lights off, every single one, and leave him down there to think about what he did.

He's gonna learn to play nice, and if he wants to play rough first... so can you.

The air is thick with tension and stench of his sweat and fear.

The big-guy should be kind of scared- you didn't want it to come to this, but he just cannot participate nicely!

You circle your Mister-man slowly, drinking in every detail of him. His broad chest heaves with ragged breaths, muscles taut and straining as he fights against the restraints for the thousandth time.

No matter how hard he struggles, he cannot break free. Oh boy. Mister-man has some big feelings about it, and he's trying to let you know.

He is struggling— like, so fucking hard, against his bonds that tether him to the chair, that are cutting deep into the skin on his wrists. It's unfortunate, but he keeps wriggling around! If he just stopped, it'd all be fine!

You lean in close, pointing to your right eye, which is still black and blue, but thankfully not as swollen anymore, and frown at him. "This hurt!" You exclaim. "It hurt so bad, and you said you were gunna play nice. Why'd ya' lie t'me?"

His eyes are blown wide with fury and desperation. But he cannot respond, not really, his voice is saying things, but it's muffled by the duct tape stretched tight across his mouth.

He's still clad in only boxer shorts, a thin gray t-shirt, and socks, he looks vulnerable and exposed.

It really shouldn't be so hot-- but it is. You can't stop thinking about what he said the other night.

"Take what'cya want from me, sweetheart. Whenever you want it."

You wonder if he really meant that, because he punched you in the face right after.

But... he got excited! He wanted it, Mister-man kissed you first.

Oh Sug, he's down bad.

Please kill him. Shoot him right now, then you can just move to a different part of the mall. It's very simple.

He's really mad; which makes no sense! He punched you right in the eye! What is he mad for!?

"I thought after three weeks you'd be begging me to take you upstairs, Mister," you purr seductively, taking a step behind him, out of his line of sight. "Instead you hit me!?" You give Joel a good thwack against the side of his head with your open hand.

Not enough to really hurt him— that's coming soon— but enough to let him know to cut the shit. It's getting old, and now you want a fun, willing participant to play with you… and not someone who is going to act like they don't like… all this.

The perfect basement office of an old mattress store in an abandoned mall about a two hour hike outside of what used to be Jackson, Wyoming?

There's no spores, there's no mildew or stink! It's clean, you make sure to keep everything so clean for him.

Despite his insessant pestering about meat for some reason, he's well fed! He gets to drink whenever he wants!

Why is he so upset!?

Joel grumbles something from behind the duct tape and it's honestly lost of deaf ears because you don't care for what he has to say right now, it's never nice or sweet. It's always mean— that's why he's got the duct tape on.

Soon.

Soon the big-dumb-idiot will be singing your name, happily, and without restraints.

He's just gotta wear something else first.

You slip the shock collar around his thick neck while you're still behind him.

He doesn't like it, at all. He thrashes and writhes, and makes a desperate, pleading groan from behind deep in his throat.

"Well, you wanna act like all them other dogs out there, you're gon' get treated like one," you press a kiss to the top of his skull, and pull back before he can rear his head forward and smash it against your nose.

He's going to try-- he always does.

Slowly, you wind your way around him, trailing a finger along his sweat-slick forehead and crawl into his lap. He struggles at first, until he sees the remote in your hand.

"Gonna zap all the bad outta you… make you perfect for me." You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Have an idea...for how you can hug me-- and not hit me."

Joel mumbles something else, muffled through the duct tape. It doesn't really matter what he's saying, all that matters is how warm he is. How he makes you feel so safe and comfortable.

It's easy now, with the threat of being zapped, to rest your forehead against his, and nuzzle the tips of your noses together.

"You gunna be good for me, Mister-man?" It's a purr as you press a kiss to the duct tape covering his mouth. "Or am I gunna have to train you how to be good?"

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