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The Wrong Way Master List
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Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader
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Inspiration came from @toxicanonymity and her fantastic Raider!Joel.
Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, an both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?
Aka: my mom sold me to One Direction
WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, rape (not Joel), somno, dub con on tommy? idk he's not really into it but feels like he has to, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot) but fair warning, major age gaps, love triangle, pregnancy/birth, threats of abortion, major character death, mentions of potential csa/child abuse but does not even come close to happening, forced pregnancy, forced housewife shit, breeding, breeding kink?!?!
This is a reader fic, reader is early 20's, Joel is 40's at this point, reader is small enough that the men can lift her, but these are strong men. Reader is also refered to as little one, little girl ETC, but that's more in reference to her age/innocence than physical size.
Unknown chapters at this point but heres a starter
Chapter 1: Joel takes you away from everything you know
Chapter 2: Joel takes what he wants, Tommy tries to make things easier
Bonus Chapter: Tommy takes Little One's virginity
Chapter 3: Joel softens up, and readers learns her roll in all this
Chapter 4: Little One is getting cocky, and finds herself in trouble, but Tommy and Joel are there for her
Chapter 5: Joel and Tommy don’t feel good
Suggested drabble: Period sex
Chapter 6: Things change with Tommy, and Joel shows a more vunerable side during a near disaster.
Chapter 7: Little One and Lorenzo spend some time together, and Lorenzo drops a bomb on Little One.
Chapter 8: For 6 months of Little One's pregnancy her relationship with Joel and Lorenzo shifts and changes.
Suggested Drabble: Brotherhood
Chapter 9: The aftermath.
Suggested Drabble: “It Wasn’t Always Like This”
Chapter 10: The escape does not go as planned.
Alternate ending: a happier end
Canon Sequel Mini Series, Ghost of You
Follow Ellie's life sifting through to lies to discover the truth of her creation.
Dark Ending Timeline: Going Under
Going Under: Chapter 1:
Going Under: Chapter 2:
Going Under: Chapter 2.5:
Going Under: Chapter 3
Going Under: June and Tommy
Going Under: Chapter 4
Going Under: Finale
Suggested drabbles to see how the uncles are doing after the canon ending: Lorenzo, Zach and Tommy, and Better Than Revenge
If neither ending satisfied you or if there was something you wanted to see but didn’t, if you wanna write something in universe will be happy to link it to my masterlist!
Art by @melodymakesart
Drabbles, One Shots, Thots
Period Sex: Period sex with Joel makes Little One more confused than ever at what she is to Joel
Well, That’s Alright Because I Like The Way It Hurts: Joel is gone for longer than expected and you worry about him. When he comes back, you let him take his frustration out on your body
Brotherhood: Tommy and Joel reflect on their relationship as brothers.
“It Wasn’t Always Like This”: In Tommy’s arms, Little One thinks over her year with Joel
Lorenzo, Zach and Tommy: Lorenzo is slowly recovering, meets his niece for the first time
Better than Revenge: Lorenzo and Tommy can’t get revenge on Joel, but they can get revenge on the one who started it all
Zach and Lorenzo’s Wedding
Gateaway Car by Taylor Swift, thoughts by @fandxmslxt69
Art by @k-ra
Joel and Lorenzo by @fen-is-unwell
If this sort of thing doesn't interest you or triggers you, hide dub con and non con from your tags as I will be tagging any fics like that as such
Main Blog (filled with more normal fics lol): @romanarose
This is absolutely not anything anyone needs to do bc ur lovely comments are enough but if anyone makes a book board, art, a fic or anything based off this series, you absolutely can! I know some creators aren’t for it but I love when people do that, and I’ve written a few fics for a few series myself. If you are so inclined and are okay with it, I’ll attach them to this master list (that includes if you don’t like my endings you can make your own 😂)
But as always, nice comments mean the world. I know with this sort of content you may not want to Reblog it on your page, but if you leave a comment or send an anon, that means the world and keeps me writing!
#Joel Miller#Joel Miller smut#tw rape#dub con#non con#dark joel miller#romana after dark#dark!Joel#the last of us hbo#joel miller fic#joel miller reader#joel miller reade smut#dark joel miller reader#tommy miller fem reader#tommy miller smut#tommy miller fem!reader#the wrong way fic#the wrong way series
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Willing
Tommy Miller x F!reader
Plastic Trees part three!
Read Part One and Part Two
This gets a little steamy light straight away, lol. Sorry? Or maybe I’m not… this is just…this is kind of filthy. Hope you enjoy <3 (not proofread because I’m still lazy)
Word Count: 3.8k (2k of this is smut lol)
Warnings: 18+, lots of teasing, dark!tommy defo makes an appearance here so be warned, oral (m receiving), fingering, doin sexy stuff outside, slight knife play. Guns and death, typical tlou stuff lol.
“Can you teach me?”
“No. Be quiet.”
She huffs at his answer. They’re both whispering, she’s standing behind Tommy - he has his gun pointed at a deer deeper into the forest. She knows how to shoot a gun, she knows how to protect herself. But she doesn’t know how to shoot a gun like the one Tommy has. She can see it now, his. Strong chest pressed to her back as he stands behind her. His hands covering hers as she holds the gun, his breath against her skin as he whispers in her ear. The thought makes her want to squeeze her thighs together, when she does the leaves on the ground crackle underneath her feet. The deer in Tommy’s sights lifts its head, and it’s gone in a flash. He sighs, dropping his gun.
“Well, there goes dinner.” He says. He turns to her, his gun still in his hands. He notices her looking, her eyes dart back up to his as he turns fully towards her. He has those fucking leather gloves on again.
“Sorry.” She murmurs, looking down at both their shoes.
“What did I tell you?” His voice is low. He slings the gun back over his shoulder and brings two of his gloved fingers underneath her chin, tilting her head up to look at him.
“You told me to be quiet.”
“And I told you to stand still.” He said. “Usually you’re good at taking orders.”
He’s smirking at her, so she smiles back. “I’m not hungry anyway. Forget about the deer, we’ll find something else.”
“Hmm, I’m kinda hungry.” He says. He steps forwards, she steps backwards - he keeps going until her back is pressed against a tree. “Maybe not for deer though.”
She hums at him, any kind of words feel stuck in her throat. She’s looking up at him with those wide eyes as his hand comes up to feel her chest. His hand grasping her breast over her clothes. She moans lightly, tilting her head up towards him. She whines when he leans his head back, a grin on his face.
“What?” He practically coos at her. “What do you want?”
“Please kiss me, Tommy.” She breathes. Fuck, he can’t resist it. As much as he wants to tease her and get moving, he leans his head down to connect their lips. His hand still on her tit, his thumb moving to lightly circle her nipple. His hands and lips were making her feel dizzy. As usual, Tommy is kissing her, he’s touching her, he’s everywhere - but she still wants more of him. His lips were cold from the outside air but they were still so soft. He pulls away suddenly, his hands leaving her as he steps back.
“Come on.” He says.”We gotta get going.”
She watches him walk away with a giddy smile on her face, what an asshole.
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“No. Like this. See?” Tommy’s voice is low in her ear, the way she likes. His hands are practically holding hers as she holds the gun that he had placed in her hands. His hips are pressed into her ass and she’s finding it difficult to concentrate. She’s sure he knows this.
“Your hands are shaking.” He says. “You can’t shoot like that.”
“Well, maybe we should leave the shooting to you then.”
“I thought you wanted to learn?” He steps closer to her, if that's even possible. He’s already pressed up against her back and the extra step just makes him tower over her. She feels trapped in the best way.
The sun is close to going down - they’re standing outside a small alcove in some rocks that Tommy had insisted would be a safe place for them to stay and get some rest for the night. The fire he started was still small and crackling, softly illuminating the small space.
“I do.” She practically whimpers. Her voice was small and nervous and it turned him on like nothing else. “I wanna learn.”
“Well, there’s a lot I can teach you. If you’re willing.” He says as takes the gun out of her hand, places it gently on the floor. She still has her back to him - she can hear him shuffling behind her. When he takes his rightful place behind her, one of his hands slides around her waist, the other comes up to rest against her jaw - slightly tilting her head up. She’s breathing heavily as he rests his cheek against hers - his stubble satisfyingly scratching her sensitive skin. He can feel her heartbeat hammering under his thumb that's pressed below her jaw.
“I’m willing.” She whispers, looking out into the trees in front of him.
“Good.” He uses his grip on her waist to turn her around to face him. “Come here then.”
She shivered at the smirk on his face, that smile she’d seen a few times before. He tugged her body against his as he leaned down to kiss her. He could still feel her heart hammering, just the same as she could feel his cock throbbing through his denim. Tommy moves one hand up and to fist it in her hair, giving it a sharp tug and he smirks as she moans into the kiss.
Tommy chuckles and uses her hair to pull her mouth away from his. He runs his nose up the column of her neck. She squirms against him as his lips connect to her neck, kissing the warm skin gently, before sinking his teeth into her throat.
“Fuck, Tommy!” She curses and grabs at his hair, tangling his soft curls around her fingers. Tommy chuckles and holds her firmer against him. Tommy’s touch is always rough and heavy, he always towers over her, surrounding her with his scent and everything that is him. Everything that she loves.
“You wanna get on your knees for me, baby?” He asks, he’s breathing heavily - his eyes blown out. He looks gorgeous. She nods eagerly and he surprises her by pushing her off of him, regardless she sinks down to her knees in front of him. The rough ground dug into her knees through her jeans, reminding her that they were outside. Her mouth was watering, she hadn’t sucked his cock since that night in the basement. Which honestly wasn’t her best work, she desperately wanted to prove to him that she can do so much better. She ran her fingers over the prominent bulge in his pants. She made work of his belt, adjusting everything just enough to pull his cock out. He’s hard and aching for her and she moans softly at the sight.
She leans in to press a light kiss to the head of his cock. Tommy hisses, his hand curling in her hair - something she has realized he loves doing. She licks up the pre cum that had gathered on his tip, catching liquid on her tongue.
“You taste so good, Tommy.” She murmurs. “I’m gonna show you that I can do much better than that night.”
“Oh, yeah?” Tommy asks. “Well, get on with it like a good girl and maybe I’ll reward you.”
“Reward me?”
“Yeah,” He strokes her cheek as he answers, “maybe I’ll spend a few hours between your thighs. If you're good enough.”
Her pussy clenches at his words. Her palm tightens around his cock and he sighs.
“I’m good enough.” She says, her eyes looking up at him, peering at him as innocently as she could.
“Show me then. Use that mouth for what it's made for.” He says impatiently. Using his grip on her to force her head down towards his cock.
God, he knew exactly what to do to get her riled up. He knew exactly what buttons to press. Something about his voice, something about the way he’s capable of being kind to her - she’s seen it before. But he’s also capable of being like this. Of being mean, of making her get onto her knees and pushing her head down to force her onto his cock. Fuck, it turned her on.
She kissed his aching tip one more time before running her tongue up the sensitive underside of his length.
“Fuck, yes,” Tommy hissed. His cock is hot and heavy as her tongue traces over him. She dips down to take the head of his cock into her mouth. Tommy’s eyes close as he enters her hot mouth. He opens them again to watch her closely as she begins bobbing up and down. He groans, a fucking heavenly noise, as his cock twitches between her lips as she gets him off. The look of pure bliss on her face and the way her eyes glance up at him, already watering, almost makes him come right there.
“God, you’re so perfect.” He moans as he forces her down further. His hips were starting to buck forwards and his groans were getting rougher. He sounded so sexy, she could feel herself dripping. She loved having this effect on him, just as much as she loved the effect he had on her.
“Shit, baby I’m gonna cum,” Tommy absolutely lost control when she moaned around him. “And you’re gonna take it all, yeah?”
She nodded the best she could, looking up at him with those innocent eyes again. He groaned as he pushed her all the way down onto his cock as he came. His cum shot into her mouth and throat in thick ropes. She shut her eyes and took everything he gave her. Tommy wasted no time in hauling her up to stand in front of him and press his mouth hurriedly to hers, both of them were out of breath and the kiss was all teeth and open mouths. It was disgustingly brilliant.
“Good girl,” he mumbles against her skin. “You gonna let me take care of you, baby?”
She nods, still catching her breath. Her eyes still watery, she looked more disheveled than him. He loves it.
“Yeah?” He coos at her, “Don’t worry baby, I got you.”
Moments later Tommy has her flat on the ground, he’s towering over her as he climbs up her body. The rough ground is digging into her back, the same way it did to her knees minutes ago. But once again, neither of them care. To both of their knowledge, there's no one around anyway.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good. Don’t I always take care of you?”
“Yes,” She whispers, “Please.”
Suddenly, he brings his finger to her lips, softly toying with her bottom lip. She surprises him by taking his finger into her mouth, sucking it slowly like she did his cock. She swears his eyes become darker, if that’s possible.
“I’m gonna take care of you forever, darling.” Tommy purred, sliding his finger from her mouth. “You’re never getting rid of me.”
Out of nowhere, Tommy gets an idea. His hand disappears between their bodies and she gets excited thinking he’s finally going to touch her. Her eyes widen as his hand re-emerges with his small knife wrapped in his fingers. He pressed the tip lightly to her cheek, a sinister smirk spreading across his lips when her breathing picks up.
“You’re so pretty when you're scared baby.” He whispers. “It reminds me of that first night, when I had my gun pointed at your head. You have no idea what that did to me. You liked it too, didn’t you?”
He finishes his sentence by dragging the knife down to the sensitive skin of her jaw, still not applying enough pressure to hurt her. Although he could, and that almost makes him hard again.
“I liked it.” She whimpers, her voice small and shaky. She remembers it well. “I liked it enough to get on my knees for you.”
“Yes you did.” Tommy grins, “That’s how I knew you were special. I could do anything I want to you right now, and you would let me. Wouldn't you?“
She nods slowly, trying not to lean into the knife and cut herself on it.
“Would you?” She asks timidly. Tommy has to think about it for a second, he almost wants to say no. Just to make her feel better. But he also has a feeling that she might enjoy his answer even more than him.
“You really wanna know?” He asks and she nods again. “I’m getting tired of you nodding at me, tell me.”
“I wanna know.” She confirms. Tommy lets go of the knife, tossing it a few feet away.
“Well,” He begins, as he lifts up onto his knees. His hands begin to undo her jeans, roughly pulling them down enough for him to push his hand between her legs. His finger immediately found the wet spot on her panties. She gasps underneath him, her hands gripping his biceps tightly.
“If you really want me to be honest with you, sweetheart. Everytime i look at you, I add something new to the list of things I want to do to you. Most of its alright, but some of it is pretty fuckin’ nasty. Some of it I can’t even say out loud.” His fingers have now pushed her panties to the side, they glide through her folds and zone in on her swollen clit. She gasps and she's not sure if it's because of his words or his fingers.
“I would’ve loved to use that knife on you. I would love to just fucking ruin you, make you scream for me. And i mean really fucking scream.” Tommy is almost ashamed of his own mind, at his own words. And he opts for ducking hisnhead down and sucking on her neck instead of continuing his speech. Deep down she feels like he doesn’t mean it, she knows he wouldn’t hurt her. Or does she? I mean, he was part of a group that did kidnap her. But he was hers now, and she was his. But nevertheless, this is so fucking hot. His fingers have now slipped inside of her and are working her the way only he knows how.
“Like I told you, baby. You’re never leaving me. You’re mine, yeah?” She nods again at his question, but remembers his words from earlier.
“Yes! I’m yours, Tommy. I’m yours. This is all yours.” She gasps, her climax quickly approaching. His words had definitely sped up the process.
“That’s right. All fucking mine.” He snarls through gritted teeth. “You wanna cum for me, gorgeous?”
“Yes! Please, Tommy. Oh my god, please!” She moans, tilting her head back. He didn’t stop fucking her with his fingers as she came around them, making sure to drag out every last drop of her orgasm. Once he had slipped his fingers out of her and she’d caught her breath. He climbed off of her and let her sit up and fix herself up, he sat beside her. She laughed to herself as she realised they were literally in the middle of the fucking forest.
“You good?” He asked as he watched her, his eyes softening. Even after everything he had just said, he still asked. She liked that about him. That’s what she liked about him from the start. This soft side he had that only came out when it needed too, but still - it was there.
“Yeah. I’m good.” She looked around them, the forest was now pretty dark, their fire being the only thing illuminating the area around them.
“Now what?” She asked, shuffling closer to him. The forest suddenly seems scarier now without him on top of her. But he stands up, doing up his jeans that were still hanging open and extending his hand to her.
“Now we gotta try and sleep in this weird little cave.” He says as he helps her up from the ground.
“Is it safe?“ She asks, surveying the forest around them again.
“We’ll be fine.” He answers. “I’m gonna stay awake watching for a while. We’ll get moving tomorrow.”
“You need sleep too.” She says.
“I’ll be fine.”
“But, you shou-“
“I’ll be fine.” He interrupts her, repeating himself sternly. She trusts him, he knows that. So she takes his word for it. She’d slept in some weird places since the outbreak, she’d been on the move for a while at the beginning. So this cave was nothing. She curled up in the corner, getting as comfortable as she could sitting against a cold stone wall. She falls asleep with fire flickering and Tommy standing protectively outside.
It turns out, as always - Tommy was right. A day later they were strolling through a city. They’d done a lot of walking and honestly, Tommy had been pretty tight lipped about this community he was supposedly taking them too. It made her nervous, but what other choice did she have but to trust him? So on she went. As usual, Tommy was walking in front of her, his gun at the ready in his hands. A sigh leaving his lips every time she asked a question.
“Was Texas nice?”
“Yes.” He answered shortly, keeping his eyes focused on what was going on around them. He’d already schooled her on being quiet once today.
“Did you always live there?”
“Mhm.”
This was her least favorite version of him, the one that was short and rude with her. She never knew which side of him she was going to get. He has gotten used to her asking questions now, just resorting to answering with a yes or a no. He had discovered that telling her to shut up did no good, sonhe had to change his own ways instead.
“Why did you leave?” She asked. He stayed silent this time. She hadn’t spent much time in cities since the outbreak, most of her time spent a qz, or more recently- a fucking basement. Despite the unfortunate circumstances, she couldn’t help but find beauty in it. An abandoned city once filled with life, mow filled with a different kind of life.
She wondered what Tommy’s life was like, was he the same? Or did the outbreak change him? She desperately wanted to ask. But him even telling her he was from Texas was a big step, so she’ll keep that for another day.
“So, did you like… have a job or something?” She opts for a more annoying question instead.
“Yes. Of course I had a job.” He turns to her as he answers this time. Only slightly turning his head to check that she wasn’t too far away. She’d made a habit of staring at the tall buildings around them and falling too far back, causing him to have to wait for her. This conversation was obviously intriguing to her, as she was right up behind him.
“What did you do?”
“I, uh,” He sighs, debating whether or not to tell her the truth. “I did construction.”
“Is that it? You did that all your life? I feel like there's more, you don’t seem like a construction guy.”
God, she was too fucking smart.
“Oh yeah? What do I seem like?”
“I don’t know.” She laughs. He turns to look at her again, an amused smile on his face this time. She smiles up at him.
“Well you’re right, I guess.” He regrets it immediately, but finishes his sentence anyway. “I joined the army when I was 18.”
“Oh, wow.” She says. She sounds genuinely interested. “Did you-“
“Don’t ask me about it.” He cuts her off. She stupidly nods instead of answering, as he’s in front of her so he doesn’t see it. All he hears is her being silent, and her footsteps crunching on the ground behind him. He feels a little bit guilty and opens his mouth to utter an apology, but something else catches his attention instead. He whirls around to face her, grasps her shoulders and pushes her roughly to the side - just quick enough to miss the bullet that flies past them. The gunshot that rings out around them is loud and echoes in the empty city.
“Go!” Tommy yells, he’s still holding her tightly as he gestures to a car beside them. She moves quickly, ducking down behind the car, Tommy follows. Tommy realizes that the gunshots are coming from the building opposite them and he quickly gets to work on firing his own gun at a specific window.
Tommy thinks quickly, to the left of them is an alleyway, and he thinks that if he distracts them she would have enough time to squeeze down it. They wouldn’t be able to shoot her down there unless they had good aim, and by the looks of it. They didn’t.
“Hey!” He yells to get her attention. The gun shots are still loud and he realizes there are most likely multiple shooters in there. Raiders probably, bastards.
“You see that alleyway?”
She nods, looking up at him with those big scared eyes again.
“Go down there and don’t move until I come get you.”
“What?” She’s horrified at how calm he sounds. “What about you? What if-“
“Do you trust me?“ He cuts her off. “I’ll be fine. Go.”
She’s still hesitant, a bullet flies past them and shatters a window somewhere and she jumps, her hands coming up to cover her ears.
“Hey!” He yells again, she takes one hand away from the side of her head. “We’ll be fine. You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you right? Stay low, baby and you’ll be okay, so will i. Go!“
He turns to shoot at the window again and this time she doesn’t hesitate. She runs into the alley and doesn’t look back, crouching down behind an old dumpster. Holy shit, she can’t believe she just left Tommy out there. Not that she could help him but, what if he dies? What the fuck aas she meant to do? What if the last memory she has of him is how beautiful his eyes looked as he told her to run?
She takes a chance and peeks out of the alley, she can barely see but what she can see is Tommy standing up from behind the car and firing a single shot into the window, it hits whoever was shooting down at him and tumble out of the window and hit the concrete below. Tommy doesn’t even look at them as he steps over their body and rips the door to the building open, and just as quickly as it had happened - Tommy disappears inside the building.
#as always i get so nervous after posting so im posting this at midnight and going to sleep lmao bye#I’ve already started writing a part 4#im on a roll apparently#idk how many chapters this is gonna have but i do know how this series is gonna end 🤪 teehee#tommy miller#tommy miller x reader#tommy miller fic#tommy miller smut#gabriel luna#hbo tommy miller#smut#tlou#dark!tommymiller
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#pauline chalamet#pauline chalamet icons#icons pauline chalamet#chalamet#girls#girls icons#females icons#icons#without psd#hbo#hbo max#the sex lives of college girls#tslocg#seasick#kimberly finkle#cosmic disaster#after dark#GO WATCH THIS TV SHOW!!!!
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Me after every episode
#I CANT TAKE IT#hbo tlou spoilers#tlou spoilers#the last of us spoilers#bro my dad just went outside in the dark after that#what a brave man#I could never
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Listen, I’m saying this as someone with C-PTSD, but it kills me at the end of The Pacific when Eugene Sledge’s brother is basically showing off war memorabilia from the more “digestible” warfront, showing off flags, and then we just cut to Sledge wandering off not able to fully integrate back into society after what he’d seen, and all I could think of is that one Charlie Brown Halloween Special that was like:
“I GOT A CANDY BAR!”
“I GOT A LOLLIPOP”
“I got a rock.”
#Eugene sledge: I got c-ptsd#tw: ptsd#listen some dark humour was needed after this#my poor baby#I just want to give him a hug#personal#hbo war#the pacific
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I finally finished the entirety of series 3 of His Dark Materials
I cried ;_;
#just...lyra saying practically word for word grom the book pf how her and will will find each other again after the landcof the dead#and how they'll hold each other forever and be in life itself#that shit hurt me so when i read the books#and it hurt so much here#and then mary had to say goodbye to her mulefa friend - i broke down again#give dafne keen an emmy or a bafta or something because she nailed that scene#her and amir wilson#i hope these two go onto even better things they deserve it#his dark materials#hdm#hdm hbo#hdm bbc#northern lights#the subtle knife#the amber spyglass#lyra silvertongue
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so are they like renewing young justice for s5 or what???
#young justice#yj#dc comics#dc#something must be happening at dc/warner bros/hbo max#some kind of issues or a big shake up in the company#cause they've cancelled the batgirl movie#and apparently they might be cancelling the blue beetle movie as well#and if they do I'm gonna be pissed#cause I love my boy jaime#and they've just been radio silence when it comes to young justice#there was no news after the s4 finale and no news after san diego comic con#like what going on dc?#like I know were not entitled to be given news about production and stuff but keeping your fanbase in the loop would be nice#just been left in the dark here#my post
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Very very mild The Last Of Us Spoilers:
We know I normally am against it when shows are made from video games because they are never done well. I was skeptical but excited for The Last Of Us, but had high expectations as it truly is one of the greatest games/storylines. We watched the first episode tonight and holy shit. It literally felt like playing the game. The way it stuck to it nearly exactly, but added in a few cool features. The Last Of Us game gave me such anxiety while playing it (I don’t do zombies) and made me feel like I was a part of that world. The first episode induced that same feeling. I’m so nervous for what is to come because I know what to expect and I know it’s intense. Anyways, go watch it! Especially if you’ve played the game! I was extremely surprised!
#the last of us#playstation#hbo#I had to walk to my car alone in the dark after watching though#and I kid you not I sprinted#i really really hate zombies#out of everything it seems the most plausible LOL and that terrifies me
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without getting into more of the hot takes about how i like trop, i really enjoy the fact i can actually see what the hell is happening. like i can see what’s happening in dark scenes without having to squint, or turn up the brightness. it’s so goddamn refreshing
#i need everyone else to take notes#i want no more dark shitty lit scenes after this#hbo im looking at you#;; a shark pup ;; ooc
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day after tomorrow
joel miller x reader
summary: joel drops you off and picks you up from the airport. you are definitely falling in love with him.
warnings: modern no outbreak au, game!joel or hbo!joel, fluff, really just a fluff fest honestly, new-ish relationship, falling in love, sweet enough to make your teeth ache | 2.7k
A/N: this is a christmas gift for my dear friend @strangerfreaks who makes my life better in every way possible. i love you! hope you enjoy this <3
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He's leaning on the side of the truck when you hurry outside with your stuff.
"Morning," you call. It's barely that, sky still dark and air still carrying the bite of the night's chill.
Joel straightens up and gives you a tired smile. Most of his smiles are tired but they're always genuine when directed at you. He tugs the backpack from your shoulder and presses his lips to your cheek, beard scratching your skin gently.
"Howdy," he says in your ear before pulling away.
The travel mug Joel pushes into your hands is warm to the touch.
"Tea," he says before you can tell him it's too early for coffee. His voice is deeper than usual, still warming up from sleep. It's not a cup from the local shop -- they're not open yet -- so he must have made it at home. "No caffeine before flights."
"You remembered?"
He gives you an unimpressed look and grabs your bags. They go in the backseat of his truck and he jerks his chin at the passenger door. "Get in. S'chilly."
It's also early. So early you were not going to ask him to drive you to the airport but when you mentioned you had to go on a work trip he offered. Insisted, actually, once he found out what time you needed to get there.
"You ain't takin' a cab that early," he had said. "Hell, you ain't takin' a cab home, neither. I'll pick you up."
This thing between you isn't new anymore, not exactly, but it's not solid yet. It doesn't have a name. But it's been a few months and you know what his sheets smell like and the feel of him pressed against you in the middle of the night and how he laughs with his head thrown back, mouth wide and eyes creased at the corners. He likes to take you on long walks around the lake a few towns over and you know all about his daughters even if you haven't met them yet. Your life feels a little more solid with Joel in it and the swell of your heart in your chest when you talk to him, when you see him, when he looks at you, is a welcome feeling. It's nice to want and be wanted in return.
The inside of his truck is warm, your seat heater already turned on. The radio is down to a low hum and there's a silver cup similar to your own in the holder between the seats. Joel gets back into the truck with a slight groan and glances at you to see if you've got your seatbelt on before he clicks his.
"Ready?" he asks. You nod. He settles his hand on your headrest and looks out the back windshield as he reverses the truck out of the driveway. "Shouldn't hit much traffic," he says.
You take a sip of your tea and watch him as he drives out of your neighborhood and towards the highway. Part of you wishes you would hit traffic so you could look at him longer. Even in the dark you know his face pretty well by now. His hair is getting a little long, the dark threaded through with some grey and falling over his perpetually lined forehead. The scar on the bridge of his nose that you love to run your finger across and the bruises under his eyes from too many nights up late working on site plans and employee schedules. You don't think you've met a man who works as hard as Joel, and yet here he is driving you to the airport when he could be sleeping.
Maybe it's because he's tired or maybe it's because it's dark or maybe it's because you're leaving for a few days but Joel lets you look without teasing. His eyes catch yours for just a second and he smirks.
"Why don't you drink coffee before a flight?" He takes a sip of his own thermos. You watch his throat work as he swallows and look away this time. The sky is starting to look purple out your window, the trees and fields and occasional buildings flying by too fast for your eyes to settle on anything. Joel drinks coffee like it's water. You're still leaning things about each other -- most days you find yourself thinking that you want to be learning things about him for the rest of your life -- and this is a new topic of conversation. You haven't had to be on a plane since you met him.
"I don't really like flying," you say. "Makes me nervous. I figure caffeine will just make it worse."
"Don't like it much either." You look at him again and find see smirk turn to a frown as he merges onto the nearly empty highway. "You gonna be okay?"
He asks like it's within his power to make flying something enjoyable, to cancel your work trip, to squash everything in this world that makes you nervous. Mostly you're just glad he's not teasing you about it. Maybe someday you can take a trip and be grumpy about it together.
"I'll be fine, Joel."
"Hm."
He rests an elbow against the window and rakes his hand through his hair.
"What are you up to this week?" you ask.
He sighs. "Not much," he says. "Lumber shipment but Tommy's handlin' it. Ellie says her shower head is actin' funny so I'll go to her place and look at that. Probably sit my ass on the couch and try to watch a damn football game or somethin'."
"So what I'm hearing is you're going to miss me." It's meant to be a tease but it comes out a bit more earnest than you'd like.
He sends you that unamused look of his but the mirth in his eyes betrays him, tells you he sees through it. You're learning that he's good at that -- seeing what you really mean, what you really want, who you really are, all the way down to the core. "Course I will," he says. "What man wouldn't miss cold hands bein' stuck up his shirt when he gets in bed?"
You scoff and Joel snickers. You could remind him how he usually catches your hands in his before you make it to his hemline on the rare nights he does wear a shirt, how he cradles your fingers and blows on them softly while rubbing them with his perpetually warm palms. The memory makes your breath hitch just a bit.
It's only three days. Some conference your boss wanted you to go to in his stead. It won't require much of you -- you just have to attend a few panels, a dinner or two, and schmooze a little bit. You'll be back before you know it. You tell yourself it's silly to feel this apprehension at the distance, the time apart. But you're used to Joel by now and damn if you won't miss him. Used to him taking up space in your kitchen, used to his arm around you on the couch, used to his short texts and heavy gaze. You know by now that it's only a matter of time before you love him.
"I'll miss you, too," you say softly. Joel eyes you, smirk turned soft again and reaches for you. He settles his palm on your thigh and you cover your hand with his.
When you get to the airport aren't many cars around and you're pretty sure the attendants won't yell at you for idling. Joel seems to think the same thing as he gets out of the truck to set your luggage on the ground. You leave your now-empty to-go mug in his car and throw your arms around him when he gets to the curb with your suitcase. His chest rumbles in amusement but he hugs you back, one palm rubbing between your shoulder blades until you pull away.
"Thank you for --"
"Nope," he interrupts you. "No thanks allowed." He hands you your backpack and you shoulder it. "I'll pick you up on Wednesday," he says.
You wave him off. "I get in way too late, don't worry about it --"
His hand cups your cheek and the words sputter out in your throat. "I'll be here," he says again.
"I'll call you," you say. "When I get there." It sounds like a question.
His eyes crinkle at the corners. "Please do."
"Thanks for the tea --"
"Now, what did I just say?"
You wrinkle your nose at him and he rolls his eyes before leaning in to press his lips to yours. You sigh into the kiss just a little though it remains chaste, mouths closed as his thumb strokes your cheek once, twice, before he pulls away. It's the kind of kiss that feels fond, feels familiar. A kiss that becomes routine and for a second you imgaine the press of your mouths a thousand times over just like this.
"Safe flight, sweetheart."
You smile at him and grab your suitcase before you stand here kissing him all day. "Bye, Joel."
6:04 am: you make it to your gate okay?
You send him a picture of your breakfast sandwich and the sun rising through the window, painting the sky purple and orange.
6:05 am: don't text and drive!
He replies with a photo of a full mug of coffee on his counter. It's a silly one, a dinosaur wearing a Santa hat. You think Sarah got it for him as a gag gift.
6:05 am: home already. let me know when you land
6:06 am: will do. have a good day!
The flight is pretty okay. You spend the bumpy moments thinking about Joel's hand on your leg and get through it just fine. A shuttle takes you to your hotel and you have to hurry a bit to be ready for your first panel.
You're busy all day. So tired by the time you get back to your room that you flop on the bed with a groan.
"Ugh," you say, face smushed into the sheets. You're tired and hungry and...you miss Joel and feel a little silly about it.
That sense of puppy love, as most people would call it, hasn't faded. Your feelings for Joel are more than the crush they were when you first started seeing each other but they still linger in the realm of infatuation. You like to look at him, to feel the solid warmth of him beside you, above you, underneath you. You like being near him. But you're also starting to love things. You love the way his voice sounds when he wakes up, the way he says your name over the phone, the way he asks you what you want, how you are, how your day was. You love to see him on your couch, in your kitchen, in your bed. You've started to miss him when he's not around.
And what you said to him in his truck is true. You do miss him. It's an ache that sits in the center of your chest, an ache that feels like the best kind of bruise -- because it comes from something good. And because you know it'll be soothed soon enough.
But, because you're only human, you doubt that it's as serious for him. Joel keeps his cards close to his chest and while you feel like you know him pretty well by now you also have so much to learn. So, though you really want to, you don't pick up the phone and call him. Maybe the next time you're away.
7:54 pm: day 1 done! ready to get in bed. why do men talk so much?
He texts back immediately.
7:54 pm: god knows. don't forget to order room service on the company dime. sweet dreams.
You laugh and do as he says.
The rest of the conference goes the same. By day three you're exhausted and your face hurts from smiling at so many people. Your shoes are no longer comfortable and as soon as the closing keynote ends you're out of there, changing into soft clothes and taking the shuttle to the airport. You text Joel a picture of your airport dinner and then your eye bags and he replies with a cute that has you giggling a little too loudly in public.
You just want to get home to him. Your own bed is a bonus.
But then your flight gets delayed. Twice. Joel tells you not to worry, he'll pick you up in the middle of the night if he has to. Once you board you get stuck on the tarmac for another half hour before finally taking off. It's a decidedly less relaxing experience because you're so anxious to be home but you make it. When you land it feels like you're sitting in your seat for ages. You're tired and feel gross and you want to go to bed. Your phone turns back on and you've got one text waiting for you.
10:34 pm: i'll be by baggage claim
That was 15 minutes ago. He must have been checking your flight in the air to get here at a reasonable time. God, you want to touch him. You want to stick your nose in his neck and inhale.
You try very hard not to run through the terminal to the escalator that goes down to arrivals. It seems to move really fucking slowly once you're on it. As soon as it gets far enough for you to see the baggage claim level and everyone waiting there your eyes search for him. You see some families, a few tired children sleeping in arms that hold them tenderly. A group of girls with a sign that reads WELCOME HOME RACHEL!
And then there's Joel.
Once you spot him it's hard to keep a smile from your face. He's standing there with his hands in his pockets, eyes glued to the escalator. Jeans, jacket, boots, and a firm set to his jaw that might be intimidating to anyone else but to you it's familiar. It's him. Once he sees you he stands a little taller and you see his cheek twitch. If someone wasn't in front of you you'd be down the steps in seconds but you wait until you're at the bottom to race forward.
It's probably a bit dramatic. You drop your suitcase and backpack at your feet in front of him.
"Hi," you say, and then you throw your arms around his shoulders. Joel laughs.
"S'like you're comin' home from war, or somethin'," he says, though his hugs you back just as tightly. "Should'a made a sign."
"Feels like it." Your words are muffled by his shoulder.
"That bad, huh?" His palm drags up and down your spine. "Let's get you home, then."
Neither of you pull away. "I missed you," you say softly.
Joel breathes deep and pulls away, hand on the back of your head as he makes sure you're looking at him.
"Missed you, too," he says gruffly. Then he kisses you. It's less chaste than your goodbye kiss but still perfectly acceptable for airport arrivals, you think.
"You hungry?"
"I sent you a picture of my dinner!"
"Not what I asked." You shrug and tangle your fingers with his. His thumb strokes the back of your hand. "We'll get you somethin' on the way home."
"Do you want to stay over?" you ask in a rush, realizing too late he's got no reason to want to. It's late and tomorrow is a workday. "I'm just gonna shower and go to bed but I--"
Joel's nostrils flare. "If you want me to I will." Simple as that.
"Okay," you say. He squeezes your hand.
You walk in easy silence for a few moments. Once you're in the car you'll ask how his week was, tell him about the gossip you learned at the conference. You'll look at him the entire drive to your place, drinking your fill of him after three days without. Yeah, you're going to love him. It's just a matter of time.
"Thank you for coming to get me," you say.
Joel looks like he wants to argue but he allows it.
"Anytime," he says. It sounds like a promise.
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The Wrong Way: Chapter 1
Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
Chapter 2
Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, an both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?
WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, attempted sexual assault (not Joel), somno, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot)but fair warning, major age gap
This is a reader fic, reader is early 20's, Joel is 40's at this point, reader is small enough that the men can lift her, but these are strong men. Reader is also refered to as little one, little girl ETC, but that's more in reference to her age/innocence than physical size.
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The first time you met Joel Miller was a flurry of events.
“C’mon Joel, I don’t have it this time but I promise, next month its yours”
Jaimie, your dad, stood in front of Joel, who was unarmed but guarded by his group of fellow raiders who had guns pointed at Jaimie and his men. “Next time you’ll owe me nearly double, I’m tired of waiting, I got a reputation to uphold.”
Jaimie owed Joel money, and a lot of it. The amount of land Joel controlled was expansive, a damn near kingdom at this point that FEDRA didn’t bother with since it was so far out in the middle of nowhere. Joel and his gang of raiders made a near Viking-like living out here. You could either pay Joel monthly with small amounts of food or resources and in return you have a modicum of protection from him and other raiders as Joel’s men patrolled areas under their control, or Joel just raids you and takes everything you have. Easy enough choice. Problem was, if Joel’s men raided your farm or town, in general, they didn’t kill you if you didn’t try to fight. However, if he didn’t get what he expected from you, he was none too thrilled about using his men's resources to protect people who weren’t paying, and that debt could easily end up with someone dead, and that’s how Joel came to your dads house.
“Fine” Joel grumbled, turning to one of his men, a tall redhead. “Kill him”
“Wait!” Your dad shouted, and Joel held up a hand to stop the gunman.
“I’m listening”
“I have a daughter” Jaimie offered.
Joel narrowed his eyes at that. “You think I need help getting my dick wet?” He began to turn to the red haired man again, when your dad shouted the words that really piqued Joel’s interest.
“She’s a virgin!”
Jaimie continued, motioning for one of his men to get you from where you were hiding in the hall. “You can have your way with her, as long as you want, knock off some of what I owe you, and next month I’ll have the rest, unless of course you want her again.”
You’re pulled in before the two groups, and had the distinct feeling you were on display.
A man to the right of Joel, looking a little younger than him but only by a few years, with longer, dark hair, finally spoke. “You pimping out your own daughter?” He said with disgust.
Your dad glared at him. “Judge me all you want, Tommy, not all of us have powerful family to protect us” he turned back to Joel.
Joel held out a hand, stopping the interaction, then turned to you. His gaze was intense, focussed, harsh, and you couldn’t help but be afraid. You were used to this, of course, your dad using you as a bargaining tool, bad men who had used you and hurt you, leaving bruises and scars that were visible even from where Joel stood, but Joel was different, Joel was powerful, Joel was a cold blooded killer, and was not someone you wanted to upset or god forbid disappoint when he took you; you might end up with a bullet in the head if he wasn’t happy with a blowjob.
Joel scanned you, taking in your body and no doubt the marks that littered your skin. “You let them do that to her?” He referenced the bruises.
Your dads hands were still raised. “Other men have used her mouth, but nothing other than that. Some men just want to toss her around, rough her up a bit, get themselves off like that, but you’d be the first inside her.”
“Joel.” The younger man spoke with a warning. “Don’t”
“I’ll do damnwell whatever I please” Joel grumbled, turning to your dad. “Mouth only, I’ll see if she’d worth buying more off after that.”
Jaimie nodded. “Sure! You can rough her up too, if you want, that’s extra, of course-”
“Shut up, I’ll decide the price when I’m done with her.” Quickly, Joel strode over to you and hanked you out of the other man’s grasp, half-dragging you to another room, your dad calling out to you not to mess this up.
Joel grabs you by the neck and shoves you to your knees, the cold, hard floor stinging against your kneecaps. You try your best to suppress the shaking fear inside you and play good little whore, reaching up to undo his belt buckle but Joel smacks your hands away, yanking you by your hair to look at him.
“Listen to me, sweetheart.” Despite the pet name, his tone was harsh and condescending. “I don’t need you to do anything, you’re just a warm, wet hole for me to get off with, got it?”
You nod.
“Just stay still and this will be over soon enough. Hands behind your back, now.” He demanded and you did as you were told, holding both your hands behind you and opening your mouth.
Joel took his cock out, and an involuntary whimper escaped you; you’d never been with a man this big, and if he liked you, he was supposed to deflower you? How was all that supposed to fit?
Joel must’ve seen the fear in your eyes. “I’ll start slow, but after that, I ain’t taking it easy on you, little girl.”
You nod quickly, thankful for even small mercies.
Joel kept his word, sliding into you slowly, carefully, pausing when you gag, and allowing you to adjust when his full length was inside. Tears pricked at your eyes, it hurt so bad, but you needed to do good. If Joel didn’t like you, whatever you dad would do as punishment would be way worse than this.
He pulled himself all the way out, and told you to take a breath. “This is where the fun begins”. When he thrust his dick inside you, you heaved so hard that if you had eaten anything, you would’ve thrown up all over him, spit spilling out of your mouth mixed with stomach bile, your scalp stinging from his painful grip on your hair.
“Fuck yeah, gag on it” You can hear him say above you, and it’s not like you have a choice, continuing to make a mess on him and yourself, the drool dripping down your chin.
“Such a pretty little mouth” he grunts with each thrust. “Wonder what that tight little cunt would feel like.” You can’t help but whimper, knowing how much it would hurt to feel Joel stretching you open. His breathing becomes heavier. “Don’t know if I can have you just once, princess, just look at you…” His fingers entangled themselves deeper into your hair, holding you still as he fucked your face. “Might just have to keep you, be my little pocket pussy to use whenever I want, you want that? Hm?” When you don’t respond, you keep your eyes tightly closed, as the pain in your throat grows.
Joel huffs a laugh when you don’t respond, not that you could say much of anything either way. “Well, you don’t really have much of a choice. But wouldn’t it be better? Only me? No more random men? Of course, I’d fuck you, be the first one inside you…” His pace was faltering, imagining breaking you open, your blood on him… “Fuck!” Joel cums in your mouth with no warning, and you begin to cough and choke, cum and spit falling out of your mouth and he pulls you off him by your hair, throwing you to the ground.
You lay there, heaving and coughing, face covered in spit, tears and cum and maybe a little blood, your throat burns and your just want to curl up and cry, but Joel is pulling you up. “Let's go” he’s yanking you around again, and you stumble to the door, feeling somewhat like a rag doll. Before opening, however, Joel stops, wiping his sleeve roughly on your face. “Can’t let them see what a pretty mess you make, princess.”
When he pulled out outside, where it seems the tensions hadn’t eased, Joel announces he’s taking you.
Your dad immediately protests, and for a moment you think he might actually care about you, until he gives his reason, being that he sells your mouth for extra money, and Joel can’t take that away from him.
“I’ll wipe your debts clean” Joel isn’t even looking at him, yanking you to where his men had loaded resources onto their horses.
“But that’s-”
“And the next three months free.”
Your dad seemed to recognize that Joel wanted you, and tried to trade for more and Joel hoped on his horse, never letting go of your arm. Effortlessly, he reached under your arms and pulls you up onto the horse, and you suddenly realize the weight of the predicament. Joel was taking you, and you weren’t coming back. He was going to fuck you until he was tired of you, then throw you away, if he doesn’t kill you. You were never going to see your friend or your brother again.
“Joel, come on, she’s my only daughter” You dad tried one more time, and you begin to squirm in Joel’s lap, wanting out. “She’s worth a little more than that, untouched.”
“Dad, please, don’t”
Joel wraps an arm around you and points a gun at your dad's head. “Three months, and I don't blow your brains out right now.”
Raising his hands, Jaimie backs down, giving up.
“Lets go” Joel says to the younger man from before, and turns his horse around.
You hear your name called from the house, and turn to find your brother running outside.
“ZACH!” You scream for help, the fight in you kicking in, desperately trying to get out of Joel’s arms. The horse takes off, and you turn to see Zach getting on his own and starting after you and your dad telling him to stop.
Turning around, in one movement, Joel turns your head into his chest to cover your ears, and shoots.
You scream, and turn to see your brother fallen off the horse, laying still.
The first time you saw Joel Miller, he fucked your face, bought you, kidnapped you, and killed your brother in a span of ten minutes.
“One stop princess, then we can go home, and you get to be my little toy.” Joel spoke, his breath hot in your ear, as if he was your husband taking you home after a wedding, not the man who just uprooted you from everything you know.
The stop, as it turned out, took 2 hours to get to, and you were exhausted and in shock by the time you, the younger brunette and the redhead separated from the group. Joel had tied up your arms in front of you, not that you could escape even if you tried. Joel was much stronger than you. You were nearly nodding off, Joel’s hold on you keeping you upright, the adrenaline rush leaving you bone tired, when you heard a woman’s voice.
“You trafficking girls now, Joel?”
You open your eyes wearily to find a woman on a horse with two others flanking her, she had dark skin and her hair was in braids, eyeing Joel with disgust.
Joel’s hand ran across the top of your chest, closer to your collar bone but enough to make your whimper. It was a display, more than anything, meant to get a rise out of the woman. “What would you do if I was?”
“Not much I can do, it seems.” She seethed.
“Relax, Maria. Her dad was the one was selling her, I bought, she’s staying with me.”
You were dreary, unable to keep your eyes open, only listening to the voices.
“And that’s supposed to be better?”
You could feel Joel shrug. “Maybe, maybe not. But she’s not getting passed around like she was at her dads. We ain’t making a habit of it, if that makes you feel any better.”
Joel motioned the redheaded man over, who Joel referred to Nick. “Take her, just up the hill there, out of earshot, but where I can see her. Do. Not. Touch.”
Falling asleep against your best attempts to stay awake, you feel yourself getting picked up and handed off into another's arms. Over the next few hours, you were in and out of sleep, unable to fully rest but unable to stay away either. Passed back to Joel, who you only knew was him from the smell of his leather jacket, and another long ride for god knows how long, you finally awaken when Joel passes you down from the horse and into the brunette man’s arms before climbing down and reclaiming you. You felt like an object they just passed around as needed, no regard for you. You open your eyes in front of a large house, trying to take everything that had happened in the last few hours, but between your sleep addled brain and the general shock of it, you found yourself unable to. This is where you’d stay for the remainder of your short life, Joel rapeing you and letting god knows who else do the same until you die. Joel starts pulling you inside.
“Please” You whimper before you can stop yourself.
Joel thrust you up against the door, his face right next to yours and his beard rubbing against your skin, burning it. “What was that, little one?”
But you don’t reply.
“Joel…” the younger man says from behind the two of you.
“Shut up, Tommy.” He pulls you back, opening the unlocked door. “You ain’t fucking in charge here. I paid good money for her.” He snaps to Tommy, his large hand around the back of your neck tightening, making you whimper. “And I’m bout to get my money's worth.”
“I know” Tommy steps forward, carefully, like he has experience cooling his leader down. “We just road 4 fours, maybe you should wait, you’re tired-”
“You calling me old?” Joel fully turned around, his hand moving to the front of your throat, pressing your back into his front.
“No, that ain’t what I’m saying, Joel. I just mean you got her as long as you want her, no need to do it tonight, you can enjoy yourself more later.” Tommy’s eyes flickered over to yours, and you saw just a smidge of sympathy before they went back to Joel. “She’s had a long night, Joel, she just lost everything. Give her one night, please?”
You stood there in Joel’s arms, your hands still tied in front of you, feeling the rapid rise and fall of Joel’s chest, praying to whomever that you can have this; if Joel took your virginity tonight, you were sure you’d simply break.
Grabbing your bundled hand, Joel begins dragging you inside, and you see why the door wasn’t locked. In the living room, several more men were sitting inside: some drinking, some playing games, some just… sitting. Joel turns to them “She is mine, no one fucking touches her.” he demands as he pulls you, stumbling and trying to keep up with his long strides. Opening up a door, Joel thrusts your back to the wall, taking out his knife and you gasp, trying to get away; to where, you don’t know.
“Hold still, woman, or I’ll cut you for real.” Joel cut off your hand ties, and literally threw you onto the dirty mattress. He stomped over, towering above you, and pointing. “One night. Tomorrow I get what I paid for, and you’re mine, wherever, whenever, and however I want you, no matter what Tommy and his bleeding heart think. Understood?”
You nod, but that's not enough for him.
“Say, ‘yes, Sir’”
You swallow, and speak as much as you can imagine. “Yes sir”
“Go to sleep”
And with that, he leaves the room, and you can hear it locking. How are you supposed to sleep after all that? After everything?
Not long after, the door opens again, and you scramble up thinking Joel changed his mind; it was Tommy, but that didn’t ease you at all. Maybe Tommy showed you mercy to save you for himself.
“Relax, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
He’s got a bowl in one hand and a bag in the other. “Don’t got much by way of a bath tonight, but here's hot water and a towel, you can at least wash your face, and here’s clean clothes and a pillow”
You don’t move, frozen in fear, almost as if he was a t-rex; if you didn’t move, he wouldn’t see you.
A soft smile. ”Alright, I’ll get out of your hair” and with that he leaves you, your room dark save for the moonlight coming through the window.
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Comfort(ers) & Sheets - Joel Miller x Reader [Drabble]
[moodboard for moodboards sake can easily be read as game or hbo joel <3]
warnings/themes: allusions to sex, no smut, fluff, lots of romance/love, pov swap, implied plot, it’s sweet & short that’s it.
a/n: just a quick drabble based on a thought I had at 11pm when I should’ve definitely been sleeping. thoughts loved and appreciated if you enjoy <3
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You could spend every late Sunday morning all wrapped up in the huge white comforter you’d invested in when you moved into this house from trading.
Specifically under it, with your very sleepy husband sprawled out on his side of the bed, as you lay, naked (Joel had made sure of that the night before) your stomach pressed against the mattress, your fingers tracing down his face, over his nose. His scars.
The cool summer breeze from the morning seeps in with the dim sunlight, the warmth and coolness all at once of the oversized, stuffed blanket makes you want to lie there forever.
He doesn’t stir. Not anymore. When he knows you’re there he stays still, content even in his sleep.
You slip out of bed, only a loose sheet wrapped around you, opening the back patio door and settling in a rocking chair he’d built for you. You watch the trees behind your home, in the warm sun, your body sore and relaxed all at once. You took pride in that, even if Joel didn’t believe you. He made you feel like you could just…melt, soak into the dark ground and dig your way right back out just for him again.
“Sugar…” Joel all but spoke loudly as he leaned on the doorframe, he’d been there for a few minutes now, but he wouldn’t tell you that. In his mind, when he got to watch you think, about anything, he’d been blessed by some divine grace to have you.
“Honey.” You smile, turning enough to see him.
“Still early…come back to bed?” He offers, his tone convincing, always too convincing.
“We have a day to start.” You remind him, as he leans down to take up your hand, letting you make sure the sheet that covered you was wrapped still. You’d shown him every piece of you, and every second of that he wanted more. But until he had you safe and comfortable…that piece of you only he got, stayed hidden to the world, and to him.
“The day can wait on us.” He replies simply, picking you up completely as he carries you back in, and you shut the patio door.
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Your soft breath. That’s what he listens to. It’s the same as a heartbeat to him. It means you’re alive, and still here with him, sheet left to the floor, the same with your clothes, to be found when you meet the day. His eyes watch your resting face, pensive but restful nonetheless. His right hand snakes into your hair and out, a repeated motion, his left placed over yours, on his bare chest. He’d managed it again. Managed to keep the most beautiful and most precious thing in his life in his bed, sure, with his head buried deep between your thighs, and a slow and sleepy push back into sleep.
But he likes it that way. He’d stay like this for an eternity if he could, ignorant to every sin and deformity that is the world now, mapping out every inch he could of you, instead of escape routes and patrol paths.
He wanted every piece of you, just the way you are.
His eyes are tired but the last thing he wants to do is sleep. He watches his calloused hands, destroyed by the grips of countless guns and weapons.
He should marry you again.
Even with the years that take a toll on both of you now, years that you can let show on your faces and bodies, he wants to be smooth like a whiskey on a bar with a new finish, soft like a shower, washing the dirt from your body after a long day, a relief to you the way a breath of fresh air feels after the restriction of a gas mask. Those are the things he strives, no, begs some higher power to be.
Even in his dying breath, he is yours. That’s all he knows.
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comeuppance | qz!j.m. x f!reader
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pairing: qz!joel miller x f!reader
summary: [post outbreak] when your recklessness causes an arms deal to go south, joel makes sure you regret it.
warnings: (18+ mdni) qz!joel, age gap (late 20s/early 50s), written with hbo!joel in mind but with game!joel lore, guns, mentioned executions, misogynistic names outside (and in!) a sexual context, canon-typical violence as in murder (joel kills a soldier 'on-screen'), reader is a little shit but joel is worse, darkish & dubcon, spanking as a punishment, gunplay, attempted boot humping, degradation, humiliation, one kick to the cunt, mean!joel, orgasm denial [no use of y/n]
word count: 2.7k
a/n: this is my (admittedly late) submission for @iamasaddie's writing challenge 2.0! my prompt was 'you can't hide forever'. the genre was technically dark but joel himself isn't scarily dark here. thank you so much to aly for, once again, bringing this fandom together with her challenges. it's a steep task but she does a great job every time! and even more thanks to @joelsdagger and @lovesickonmybed for helping me brainstorm! (i have half of a brain without my wonderfully creative friends).
It only takes one deal gone south to fuck everything up.
You know the compass is already ticking that way the moment you and Joel, your longtime smuggling partner, enter the abandoned warehouse. Much like everything else in the Boston QZ, it’s falling apart. The corrugated metal walls are pitted with rust, and old blood is caked all over the floors. In another life, it might’ve been a slaughterhouse, but there’s no real way of knowing. It’s been long enough that any signage has deteriorated. The building’s state of decay, however, isn’t what messes things up.
It’s the singular man that walks in from the opposite side of the atrium.
FEDRA’s favorite executioner. Slitted eyes far apart, thinned out lips, and graying black hair. Rarely seen away from the gallows, only recognizable to you from all of the nightmares you’ve had of his face being the last you see.
If it were drugs, you’d think nothing of it. FEDRA soldiers buy quietly from you all of the time – but they have no need for guns that they don’t already have.
Joel steps forward, merchandise in the duffel bag over his shoulder, none the wiser. A knot ties itself in the base of your throat. You’re too busy trying to figure out what to do, what to do, what to do that you barely even realize that the soldier has a gun aimed right between your eyes until you’re looking right down the barrel.
Your hand jerks to your holster, drawing your pistol in one swipe.
“Drop your fucking gun!” he barks in your direction. It clatters out of your hands. “Don’t you dare fucking move.” Your hands fly up as you take a step back, nearly stumbling into a nearby crate. “Joel Miller and his bitch,” the man sneers. “What a lucky find. You two have quite the bounty on your heads.”
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Joel says, face completely blank.
“Easy for you to say,” the guard says with a nagging smirk. “Your little cunt here already did. Pretty fucking dumb not to check who you’re selling your merchandise to, huh?”
Joel tenses, ultimately huffing through his nose. “Can we get this over with?”
“I’ll make it easy, Miller. Come with me alive so I get paid, or come with me dead so I still get paid.”
Joel’s fingers twitch behind his back, and after almost three years of working with him, it’s impossible not to pick up on the subtext. Keep him busy. His hand is already reaching for the revolver in his back pocket.
“Turn the other way. I can make this worth your time,” you say. “But you’re lucky if those sons of bitches you work for even offer you half the reward they’ve posted for us. Dragging the bodies from Area 5 to the closest checkpoint… you’d have your work cut out for you.”
“Yeah fucking right,” he spits. “You two have been running around free for too damn long. Causing too much trouble. Not anymo–”
The man’s mouth freezes around the words by the time the bullet soars throat the canvas fabric of Joel’s duffel bag and through the man’s jugular. The soldier’s hands claw for his throat while he gargles on the blood as he begins the descent to the ground. New blood, still pumping directionless from the split artery, joins the old.
Much like him, where he’s slumping against the ground, chest moving until the very end, your hands clutch at your own throat. “We need to go,” you say, knowing the rest of FEDRA will come looking for the firefight at any second now. Joel doesn’t move. “Joel!” You reach out to tug his sleeve, but he doesn’t react. “Jesus– move!”
Joel turns to face you, gun still hanging from his hand. His fingers flex around the grip. “What the hell were you thinkin’, little girl?” You can hear his breathing, amplified from how close he is to you. His once inexpressive face is now red, lips curled, skin tight like a crushed soda can.
“I– what?”
“Not vettin’ your buyers. First fuckin’ thing I told you all them years ago, wasn’t it? Gotta check so you don’t sell shit to the wrong guy, yeah?” He stalks closer to you – you stumble back.
Not vetting the now dead executioner, whose blood is currently creeping up to the soles of your boots. Your mistake, yes, a potentially catastrophic one that you’ll definitely never make again after this, but he’d been on your ass about finding buyers and after an entire day of burning bodies, the last thing you wanted to do was go asking around about the ‘John’ in search of guns that you’d talked to over the radio tower.
“We’re alive, aren’t we?”
Joel finally jerks his sleeve away from your grip. Your hand falls slack by your side, burning from his fire stoker touch. “And you oughta count your fuckin’ blessings for that. Dumbfuck of a girl, gonna get me killed,” he spits. Spittle flies across your neck.
You flinch – and not because you’re scared. You’ve never seen him like this before. You hear noise in the distance, the moving of FEDRA trucks, no doubt. “Joel! We can do this later – we need to fucking go–”
“Then you better start running,” he says gruffly.
You don’t need to be told twice.
You sprint out of the atrium, cursing as your bloodied soles carve tracks behind you. A stack of crates blocks the door, which you vault over and shimmy your way through the broken glass panel. The hallway ahead of you is dark, and you have no idea where the fuck you’re going, only that you can’t stop. Each impact of your foot on the ground is like being struck by lightning, carbonating the racing blood pumping through your body. More glass crunches behind you, and a shock of terror pierces you when you hear Joel’s snarls filling the corridor.
There’s a metal cart in your way, which you send whirling in Joel’s direction. He grunts, presumably hitting him in the stomach before it goes clattering on the ground. You make the most of the diversion, hurtling forward and lurching through a cracked door.
Dead fucking end.
An office, by the looks of it. Desks all over the place, leftover tasks still pinned on cork boards from outbreak day, chairs on their sides. You hear Joel huffing and puffing behind you, and fear forks through you. You fall to your hands and knees, crawling underneath the labyrinth of desks and tucking yourself against a wall, carpet-burned hand to your mouth to muffle your breathing. Your chest avalanches with every single breath.
“You ain’t off the hook,” Joel says, voice getting closer with every word. You can hear the thump of his boots against the carpet. See the spread of his shadow roaming across the wall. You squint through the seam of two desks. He's looking over his shoulder when you haul yourself across the room to the next closest desk.
You look around for anything that might get you out of this long enough to slip back out of the door. If you can make it back to the apartment, maybe he can cool off on his own walk back. You reach up for a stapler and take a brief second to peek over a filing cabinet before flinging it against the wall. It snaps open, spilling decades old staples all over the floor.
“Only a clicker’s fallin’ for that,” he tuts at you. His boots land on the floor again, one, two, three steps closer to you. You wince, balling your hands into fists.
All you can hear is the thrashing of your own heart. You scooch away from the desk – maybe if you throw something small at him, like a pack of sticky notes, it’ll be enough to abduct his attention long enough for you to slip by–
“You can’t hide forever,” Joel goddamn coos at you. You see him bending at the waist, scoping out the undersides of desks, seeking you out–
You crawl out from under the desk and book it to the door.
Stupid. Fucking. Idea.
Joel hauls you back by the belt loop, laughing as you cry out. You try squirming away, kicking at him, but his other arm wraps around your torso. It hits you then that you have no idea what he might do to you. You’ve trusted him with your life before, but what would he do when you risked his? You’d always been too scared to find out. He spins you, slamming you over the desk. You cry out as your chest meets the wood. His hand drags your wrists together, pinning them at the small of your back.
“Let me – the fuck– go!” you yell at him, trying to bend your elbow at the right angle to nail him in the chest.
He tightens his grip so much that you can barely move an inch. “Made your fuckin’ bed, gotta lie in it, sweetheart,” he tuts, shaking his head at you. His hand grazes over your ass, and you stiffen as he looms over you. He is just a man. Your mind spins to the worst-case scenario. No, no, no, no–
“How about an… old-fashioned corporal punishment to set ya straight?” Within the next second, he’s yanking your jeans down your thighs.
Oh. Oh fuck.
“Joel–” you exhale, breath shuddery. “Knock it off–”
“No panties? I was gonna be nice and spank ya over them…” Joel frowns at you. “Poor baby. ‘S gonna sting real bad.”
You snap at him, “What, you want me to go to the local QZ Victoria’s Secret?”
Joel swats, hard, across your asscheek.
You’ve seen how intense Joel’s brute strength can be. You’ve just never been on the receiving end of it. A cry pushes out of your throat, and you hunch over the desk as you struggle helplessly against Joel. Tears spring at your eyes.
Mercifully, Joel runs his calloused palm over the smarting skin. “Shh, shh, shh, shh. ‘S okay, Jus’ gotta teach ya a lesson. Make sure it sticks.” He strokes the nape of your neck as you whimper into the desk.
You tense up in preparation for the second hit, but, if anything, it just makes the impact worse. It prickles your other cheek, leaving your knees shaky. And God help you, your clit twitches. Twitches. Your thighs are already heating up, and you can’t help but squirm in a good way underneath Joel. A single tear slips over your waterline, and you have to tilt your head into the shoulder of your shirt to wipe it off. You don’t want him to see you weak – not that weak.
The next spank makes him grunt from how hard he swings his palm into your backside. “Joel!” you shout, pain nearly splitting you in two. Your feet raise off of the ground as you prop yourself up on the desk, kicking uselessly at his shins. All he does is chuckle at you.
Horror sinks like a cinderblock in your stomach when you realize that your hole, leaking slick, is practically fucking winking at him. You thank the darkness. It’s about the only good thing about this place.
“You don’t like that?” he mock-pouts at you. It’s enough to make you throb. The opposite, you’d say if you could.
A series of spanks follows, but at least these are lighter, and in rapid succession. Still, you jerk with each impact, squirming so that your fingers dance in his grip. “Stupid little girl. Thought you could sell our shit to a FEDRA bitch and get off scot-free? Really thought you could get away from me, huh?”
You try clamming up, desperately attempting to close your legs together. You squeeze your thighs together, relieved at the pressure – and then you hear a resounding click behind you.
You still.
Joel’s gun, still fucking hot from the bullet it’d fired right into the executioner’s throat, traces up the small of your back… all the way to your throat. “Could put one right here,” Joel whispers, more to himself than you. “Show ya what happens to girls that don’t follow orders.” He jams it into your skin, and you hiss at the pain, at the bruise it’s sure to leave. And in spite of it all, you fucking gush. God, you’re fucked up.
He wouldn’t kill you – he needs you more than you need him. But common sense isn’t enough to prevent the thrill, the arousal smiting your body from head to toe.
“I’ll reconsider if ya give it a kiss.” He nudges the barrel carefully against your lips and you stop breathing for a second, maybe two. “Go on. Give it some lovin’. Suck it like a cock. I know you’re good at it. Hear all the guys you bring over.”
You whimper at the thought of Joel listening to you getting your hook ups off – at the thought of him fisting his own cock while he listens. Obediently, you part your lips, slowly, ever so slowly, taking the gun down your throat. It fills your mouth up in such a strange way – all hard edges. It’d be freezing cold if not for the fact that it’s a weapon of death, a scythe in its own way. One press of the trigger, and you’d be just like the guard. You suck even harder at it, eyes rolling back in your skull. Your thighs twitch, stripes of slick running down your thighs.
Joel reaches between your legs, grabbing at the meat of your inner thigh to spread you open. Instead, he gets a handful of the arousal that’s been pooling between your legs since he first bent you over the desk.
You freeze, pausing your ministrations on the pistol. He himself freezes before he drags his hips over your folds. His finger pads hover over your swollen clit before he properly rubs you once, and then twice. Your hips cant into the closest thing – his hand.
Joel makes a disgusted noise and swats your leaking pussy before shoving you forward and stepping back. You’re panting, properly fucked out even though he’d barely touched you. Cross-eyed, tongue hanging out, face hot. He looks you up and down, brows furrowing with revulsion. “Horny fuckin’ bitch. Creamin’ all over me. That long since you got action that a spankin’ and a gun in your mouth is all it takes to get you riled up? Pathetic.” He shoves the gun back in his pocket, still shining with your saliva.
He wipes your wetness all over your leg, grabs the back of your collar, and drags you to the floor in one foul swoop. You fall on your hands and knees again, ass still stinging from his treatment, lightheaded from how needy you are. Even his brutal treatment makes you whimper.
You reach for his calf, pulling yourself up to brace your dripping cunt against his boot. You rut against it, not even fully cognizant of your movements as you roll your hips, praying that he lets you have this if nothing else. Your orgasm, wetting his boot thoroughly. Your scent, clinging to him on the walk back to the apartment. You buck into the boot, moaning as the toe bumps against your clit. It might be enough, if you could just do it one more time–
Joel tears his shoe out from underneath you, face pinched with aversion. “No!” you cry, still grabbing for his calf. You fall onto your back, legs spread and panting. Your ass needles from his spanking. The ceiling tiles spin above you.
The same toe you’d been humping kicks into your cunt, and you yelp, curling in on yourself. Another tear slides down your burning cheek as you reach down to cup your sore pussy. Even that pressure feels like touching a live wire.
Joel looks down at his shining boot and makes a disgusted noise. “Does humiliatin’ yourself always get ya dicked down?”
He turns around, already walking away from you without a care in the world. The gun grip pokes out of his pocket, taunting you.
“Pull your goddamn pants up and get a move on. Curfew’s soon.”
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Morning, Darlin’ (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - Smut
Warnings: Explicit
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Notes: I’ve not wrote smut in well over a year, so I really hope this is okay. Trying to get back into writing and whilst we’re all watching HBO TLOU at the moment, I thought I’d give you some Joel love. Please reblog to show your support!
Laying in the warmth of Joel’s embrace, with your head resting upon his chest and his arms wrapped tight around your body, was nothing but sheer bliss. The golden morning sunlight peeked through the ajar curtains and beamed onto your skin, highlighting your features that Joel swore were so perfect. He was completely and utterly enamoured by you. He loved your perfect eyes and soft lips, and the shape of your body. Joel often believed that you were far too good for him, and he often felt the need to prove to you just how much he loved you.
Proving love was difficult for Joel. He was never good at formulating words or talking about his feelings, even before the pandemic. Joel typically showed his passion through his actions, whether they be big or small, it made no difference. He watched you as you slept, so peacefully in such a cruel and dark world. His gaze fell to your chest as he observed the beauty of it slowly rising and falling with every breath you took. His finger traced your cheekbones and fell to your jaw, down your neck, and into the dip of your collarbones. Joel pushed himself into you further and placed gentle kisses along your shoulders, soft and delicate and letting his lips linger on your skin for just a little longer than usual.
You hummed in contentment, still half asleep, but consciously aware of Joel’s movements around your body. His stubble grazed your skin and the palm of his free hand, which was wrapped around the underside of you, pushed underneath your shirt and cupped your roundness of your breast. Joel sighed and squeezed his eye shut, letting his fingers dextrously explore your body further. He’d missed you so much.
It was Joel’s first night home after a long and tedious smuggling run that meant he had been away from the QZ for an entire week. Apart from Fedra, he’d know you’d be safe in Boston and so he had no qualms about leaving you— besides, you knew how to take care of yourself. But you, on the other hand… you knew the dangers of leaving the QZ, and spent every hour of every day wondering if Joel would even return home. The stakes were always high whenever Joel left. But he was back now, and that’s all that mattered. You didn’t care about rations or supplies or guns, and if it was up to you, you wouldn’t care for him smuggling at all. But you knew why he did it. To protect you. And yet, all you needed was him.
Joel adjusted his position and hovered over you, gently moving you over to lay on your back and relish in the warmth of the sheets where he had been lying. Eyes still shut, your lips curled into a satisfied smile when you felt him pull away the blanket that once covered you both and start peppering kisses down your stomach, stopping at the waistline of your panties. Joel brought his hand down to your thigh and without even a prompt, you opened your legs slightly for Joel, indicating that you needed him just as much as he needed you.
Through the soft cotton of your panties, Joel brought his thick index finger and began to trace lines up and down, up and down, growing satisfied at the feeling of the material dampen under his touch. He groaned softly when he felt you quiver at just the slightest brush of his finger; every time it rolled over your clit. Although he was lazy with his movements, Joel knew exactly what he was doing, and you had no problem with just letting him get away with it.
Eventually Joel peeled back your panties to allow him more access to your body. You shivered when you felt his finger now in between your folds; slowly separating you as your wetness gathered on his skin.
“Joel?” your voice was merely a croak and you tried to guess what time it was. Maybe, after your busy night, you had in fact slept in late. Judging by the glowing amber sunlight and the birds chirping outside your window, that wouldn’t have surprised you. It took Joel a moment to gather himself and reply.
“Morning, darlin’.” Joel rasped in response to you, before pressing a sloppy kiss to your mound and and extending his tongue before running it along your folds. He drawled the two words out and they sent shivers down your spine. His voice was like Southern honey.
Joel groaned in contentment as he tasted you in his mouth, noting the throbbing feeling of his erection that began to grow in his shorts. His cock was begging for your attention and yet he wouldn’t let you touch him until he had finished tasting you.
The flaming heat inside of you coiled tight and you clenched your thighs together as you felt the need for your climax begin to grow. Joel was a master with his tongue and as he flicked it over your clit, you couldn’t help but reach down to the back of his head and tangle your fingers into his greying hair. The wet, lewd noises from Joel’s mouth as well as your own moans, filled the room as you let him have way.
Your back arched in ecstasy and then dropped back to the white sheets beneath you, like clockwork. Joel moaned out a curse when you tugged on his hair and the low octave of his voice sent vibrations through your body. The movements of his tongue had now changed into a sucking motion and he surprised you with a slip of his index finger, inserting it deep inside of you.
“Need to stretch you open baby,” he explained softly, leaning back from your glistening wet cunt and watching you with dark, lust-filled eyes. “Missed this feeling so much.”
Without warning, Joel pushed in his middle finger and in response you let out a loud whimper of his name. You took both fingers and quivered as used both of his fingers to stroke inside of you.
“Good girl.” he praised, albeit sounding somewhat condescending when it left his lips. Like he expected this of you— this whoreish behaviour— letting him wake you up by tongue fucking you into the day. You didn’t mind though. Quite frankly, you lived for his praise because it wasn’t easily earned.
His fingers were thick and God— he knew how to use them. If his skill using a gun or a guitar was anything to tell by, you knew from your very first meeting with Joel, that he would be good with his fingers.
But it wasn’t long until his lips met your cunt again and he began to softly nibble at the warm flesh.
“Oh, you’re hungry this morning?” you tried to chastise him but your voice strained towards the end of your question and you felt a sudden rush of adrenaline race through your body. Your fingers gripped the sheets of the bed and you choked back a scream as your climax unexpectedly roared through your body. Your walls pulsed against his fingers and Joel’s lips didn’t leave your body as he licked up every bit of your orgasm.
Heaving and panting, Joel rolled next to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Jesus Joel, what a way to wake me up,” you said, fighting back a smile as you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “I think I better take a shower.”
Joel bit his lower lip and took your hand, pulling it down to his crotch and letting you feel his erection that was bulging in his shorts. You felt your cunt quiver again, excited at the realisation that you were about to go for another round.
“Mind if I join you in the shower?” Joel smirked but then groaned when you dipped your hand under his waist band and began to palm at his length.
“Please do.” you giggled before withdrawing your hand and pulling him out of bed and into the shower with you.
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Though the 1973 "Westworld" movie and later HBO series dealt with many dark issues, Crichton's original novel was far more disturbing in that there was no robot rebellion. Instead, after a full story of everyone simply living it up in the old west, shooting and killing and screwing and robbing each other, it ended with the owner's arrest as there had never been any robots at all. Just human guests.
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taedros taedros
part two: taedros twodros ☆ part three: taedros tresdros**NEW
wc: 2k
reader: femme afab
warnings: MINORS DNI EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ -- porn with plot, oral f!receiving, swearing, calling tae a virgin loser as a joke, mentioning the weeknd LMAO
summary: loserbestfriend!taerae makes you watch the idol on hbo max with him for movie night, but a certain convertible scene sparks your "curiosity" more than the others... and taerae proves he might not be such a loser after all.
:0 omg who am i?? i even wrote in all lower case letters in the fic to throw you off... i know you'll know right away though but that's not the point lmao!! i just didn't think i should be this horny for taerae on main so. here's the dedicated zb1 smut blog no one was asking for (except me. i was asking for it so let me live.) thank you to taerae for posting these pics next to each other and ruining my life. also the idol sucks and sam levinson and the weeknd are horrific for creating it. i only know some scenes from it because i watch comedy commentary videos about it. jennie is beautiful tho love her. ALSO i thought of this title and i cried laughing. mwahaha okay thanks for reading byeeeee
“this is the worst show I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say with a laugh, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth. “i can’t believe we’ve made it through two episodes already.”
🚨 SMUT BELOW CUT -- MINORS DNI -- 18+ 🚨
taerae sighs, “i think i’m gonna need to bleach my eyes.”
“throw some in my ears while you’re at it,” you joke, letting a leg drape over your best friend’s. you’re crammed together in the bottom bunk of his dorm room bed, watching the idol on the tv that’s hung at the foot of it. “i will never, ever be unable to hear the weeknd whispering, ‘stretch that tiny little pussy for me’. and every single day i will beg the lord for mercy.”
“are we sure we wanna watch the third episode?” taerae asks-- shifting a bit next to you. “this show is so graphic.”
“of course the virgin wants to chicken out,” you tease, smacking his stomach with a pillow. he grabs it from you and leaves it there. “you’re the one who wanted to watch it! now you wanna quit two episodes in? not gonna happen. we can make it through this.”
if you hadn’t pressed play at that exact moment, you would’ve heard taerae gulp beside you.
the intro of the show plays, assaulting your eyes with an up-close and personal view of jocelyn’s bare chest. what else is new? you yawn, hoping the third episode’s graphic scenes (at the very least) won’t be repetitive. bitch has put on a blindfold to end both episodes so far...
sitting with your back leaning against the wall, you try to steal a glance at taerae. his upper back is propped up on his pillow as he lies perpendicular to you, facing the tv screen. you watch his eyes, catching the subtle dilation of his pupils. it could be the light from the television in the otherwise dark room shifting their size, but you find yourself curious nonetheless.
“do you think she’s pretty?” you ask suddenly.
taerae coughs. “me? do i think the actress is pretty?”
you nod, eyes returning to the screen in hopes that the lack of eye contact will make taerae feel comfortable enough to give you an answer.
“she’s pretty, yeah,” he says after a moment.
“like, you’re attracted to her?” you clarify, throwing another piece of popcorn into your mouth.
“uh,” he hesitates and you feel his legs tense up under yours. “i guess. i mean she’s not really my type, but--.”
“but you like her tits.”
“exactly,” taerae agrees too quickly. “wait, no--.”
“no need to walk it back,” you cut him off with a snort. “boobs are hot. end of story.”
taerae sits up a bit more, seemingly trying to relax after your probing. you didn’t talk to taerae about sex or girls all that much, but you’d be lying if you said the show hadn’t suddenly made you a bit curious. what experience did your lovable loser of a best friend have-- if any at all?
the interrogatory questions you’re suddenly wanting to ask are thrown from your brain, however, as the show now cuts to a shot of the weeknd (you and taerae refuse to call him tedros tedros) and jocelyn in the back of a convertible-- their poor assistant driving these two insufferable cretins down the freeway.
nothing’s out of the ordinary until jocelyn crawls from her seat and lifts one leg to straddle the weeknd. she’s in a slinky tangerine bodysuit and little black shorts and the weeknd’s hands easily envelope her waist. you roll your eyes, already having grown so sick of these two.
but when jocelyn is suddenly pushed to the edge of the seat, her back against the car door and her head resting on the frame-- your attention is piqued. the weeknd wraps his hands around her thighs, prying them apart so he can pull her shorts to the side just enough to fit his tongue. the actress’s head lolls back over the car door frame; her blonde hair dangling over the side and flowing in the wind. her face is screwed up in absolute bliss and the sounds coming out of her confirm her state.
would she really be screaming like that just from his tongue?
“um,” you hear taerae say and you look over at him curiously. “if-- if he’s good with it, then yeah. she would be, i guess.”
you frown. what was he talking about? if he’s good with what? ... oh fuck, you think as you realize that you’d accidentally said your previous thought out loud. and now poor taerae is stumbling to give you an answer.
what did he say? if he’s good with it then she would be.
“huh,” you mumble, your brow furrowing as you ponder his answer.
you turn back to the tv, but taerae clears his throat. “what?”
“what? what do you mean, what?”
“why did you say ‘huh’ like that?” he asks, the pillow on his stomach rustling as he shifts slightly. “do you not agree or something?”
“oh, uh,” you stutter as you feel your cheeks start to heat, not sure what to say. “um, i guess i wouldn’t know.”
the silence from taerae is deafening as your eyes stay locked on the tv. you’re not sure why you said that. you could’ve just lied. you should’ve just lied.
“are you a virgin?” taerae asks softly. the accusation whips your head around to stare at him angrily and his eyes widen cautiously.
“obviously not,” you answer in a huff. “i just... i’ve never...”
you look down at your lap, picking at the skin on your fingers. you should stop while you can. you don’t need to tell the truth. why are you even considering telling him this?
“no one’s ever gone down on me or anything.”
“oh,” taerae manages to respond after a long moment, but you can’t even look at him.
“yeah.”
another moment of silence. “you shouldn’t be, like, embarrassed by that. that’s... that’s entirely their fault for not prioritizing you, you know?”
your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, the aforementioned embarrassment flushing your skin as you nod. the show is still playing, but you can only hear garbled sounds. why did you tell him that!? now taerae has to awkwardly comfort you when you could’ve just shut your mouth in the first place. you didn’t really talk about these kinds of things with taerae. your best friend was there for movie nights, chinese food binges, laughing until you cry, and most importantly taking the absolute piss out of...
and here you were making him uncomfortable by randomly talking about your oral virginity.
“would you want me to do it?”
taerae’s voice is so quiet that you’re positive for a moment that you hallucinated it. you look over at your best friend tentatively to find his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping his pillow to his stomach.
“what?”
taerae blinks nervously. “if you wanted to, you know, try it... i could--.”
“WHAT!?” you shout; hands grabbing the pillow on taerae’s stomach and throwing it across the room. “are you-- are you fucking joking!? you think i’m desperate enough to ask my best friend to eat me out?”
“no, no, no,” taerae respond quickly, hands flying up in defense. “not at all!”
“then what?” you ask, jaw setting in anger as you wait for a good enough answer to keep you from punching him in the balls.
taerae’s lips form the slightest pout. “you seemed really curious about it. i just... i just thought i’d offer.”
you bite your lip as you think. “what do you even know about that kind of thing? I thought you were a virgin loser.”
“ouch,” taerae says but quickly shrugs it off. “i guess you’re only right about half of that statement.”
you frown. even though you’d never talked about it before, was taerae secretly experienced? more experienced than you?
“you don’t have to say yes though,” he adds quickly. “i’m sorry; i probably shouldn’t have said any--.”
“okay,” you cut him off softly.
taerae’s eyes widen in surprise. “okay?”
you nod slowly. “i don’t believe you that you’re not a virgin loser, but if you’re offering...”
taerae sits up, leaning on his hands as a little smirk lights up his face. “i’ll eat you out and then you can eat those words. how does that sound?”
the way your heat flutters at his words catches you off guard. so does the way he swiftly flips you onto your back as you take the position he was just in.
“whoah,” you exhale, your best friend absolutely knocking the wind out of you as he positions himself between your thighs. he takes the hem of your shorts in his fingers, eyebrows raising at you expectantly. you lift up your hips enough for him to shimmy them off, discarding them on the floor without taking his eyes off your still-clothed center.
you glance at your underwear, panic immediately hitting you when you realize you wore the only clean pair that you had left...
a black, lace thong.
they were the only pair left, because you honestly hadn’t had a reason to wear them in a little while.
“fuck,” taerae curses, hands wrapped around the outsides of your thighs. “were you going somewhere after this or...?”
“if you don’t shut your mouth, i’ll be going somewhere before this,” you threaten, but the words come out shakier than you would’ve liked as taerae begins to plant open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. “... ‘s laundry day tomorrow.”
“mm, I see,” he replies, shifting his weight to one hand so he can bring his right hand to your heat. your heart rate rises as he moves towards where you’re quickly growing to need his attention most. two fingers press at your clothed-core gently and the sound of the tv in the background does nothing to dampen the moan that escapes you from just the small amount of pressure.
“laundry day’s coming just in time i think,” taerae says, a smirk highlighting his cavernous dimples in a light you’ve never seen before. “from the way you’re soaking through these.”
“shut up,” you groan, bringing your hands up to cover your face. taerae hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, tugging at them playfully to get your attention. peeking out through your fingers, you glare at him.
“do you want to stop?” he asks, removing his hands quickly. “we can stop if you want to or need to or anything.”
you reach down and grab both of his hands in yours, reattaching them to your underwear. “please keep going.”
he blinks at you for a moment before nodding, pulling your thong down your legs as you lift your hips up for him. taerae lies down fully in between your thighs now, guitar-string calloused hands wrapping around your thighs and guiding them to rest on his shoulders.
“so pretty,” he whispers. eyes focusing on your throbbing cunt, taerae’s grip on your legs gets a little tighter-- a little more desperate. “really.”
“thanks,” you respond shyly, watching as a bit of steam begins to coat the rim of taerae’s glasses. you can’t help but smile as you reach for them, carefully removing the frames and placing them on the stand next to his bed.
“thanks,” he echoes.
“i’m still not convinced that you aren’t a-- oh fuck...” just as you’re about to tease your loser of a best friend again, his tongue finds your core and licks a long stripe up from your opening to your clit. taerae exhales a laugh against your pussy, tongue circling your clit as his hands now take hold of your hips.
“wait, what the fuck?” you whine breathlessly as he works you over with his mouth. “tae, i thought... oh my god.”
“taste so good, baby,” taerae moans like he’s enjoying it just as much as you are. he slips a finger in your entrance carefully, stretching you until he deems you ready for a second. “Think this pussy might be perfect.”
his eyes are closed; eating at you like you’re his favorite meal. it’s hot. way hotter than the scene from the show. way hotter than anything on that stupid show-- in which another sex scene is playing on the screen behind taerae. you suddenly feel so much pity for jocelyn; one of the hardest characters in history to pity. but the fact that there’s no way tedros fucking tedros is eating her out as good as taerae’s eating you out right now is tugging at your heart strings.
“tae,” you whimper, feeling the knot in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten. your hand tangling up in his hair at the nape of his neck causes him to moan into you and the vibration only makes you tug harder. “please, please wanna cum.”
“already? you sure?” he says, disappointment coating his voice. “could eat this pussy all night.”
“holy shit,” you exhale. you didn’t even know taerae was capable of talking like this. the only time he ever said pussy around you was if he was calling you one. now as he looks up at you from between your thighs, his pretty dimpled-smile covered in your juices as he continues to fuck you with his fingers and press his thumb against your clit...
you’re nodding frantically now. “please, please tae. make me cum.”
“fuck, baby, okay. whatever you want,” he agrees quickly, the lust in his eyes at your demand reaching a whole new level. he removes his thumb from your clit and the sudden lack of contact causes you to whine pathetically. “sshhh, don’t worry baby. i’ve got something even better, i promise.”
just as some tears from frustration are welling up in your eyes, taerae’s lips close around your clit and he begins to suck. “oh my GOD,” is all you can manage as your orgasm starts to wash over you. “taerae. oh my god, tae... c-cumming.”
you’re grinding your pussy against his tongue now to maximize the friction and the way he lifts your hips a bit to bring you even closer tells you that he’s loving every second of this. your moans match the ones that taerae is mewing into your core. he places your hips back down onto the mattress, holding them steady as you start to squirm a bit from the overstimulation. he continues to lap at you gently as your hand falls from his hair to his shoulder, causing him to look up at you.
your cheeks are red now from both your climax and the new wave of embarrassment that’s creeping up on you. you’re not sure what to say, but luckily taerae’s got you covered.
he inserts two fingers inside of you again and then pulls them out-- covered in your juices. without hesitating, he sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean. “you’ve tasted yourself, right? probably a lot. fuck, i’m so jealous.”
your jaw drops a bit, now doubly unable to speak at the filth pouring out of your best friend’s mouth..
taerae frowns at you. “what? you want to make this awkward now?”
you shake your head.
“was it good?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he squints slightly. you reach over to his nightstand and grab his glasses, handing them back to him. he puts them on; raising his hand to ruffle his hair.
“you know it was good,” you mumble annoyedly.
he grins. “yeah. i do.”
“UGH,” you groan, hiding behind your hands again. “i hate you.”
“please, pleeeease tae,” he mocks, climbing up closer to your face to really rub it in. “make me cum.”
“SHUT UP!” you shout, hitting his chest with your fists in annoyance. “do not get cocky about this.”
taerae shrugs, biting his lip to keep from smirking. “i guess you never wanna do this again then?”
you sigh defeatedly before replying softly, “i didn’t say that.”
“good,” he says with a smile-- shifting to the edge of the bed and standing up. “i’m gonna get you some water and a towel, okay? don’t move a muscle.”
you don’t. taerae had made sure of that with the orgasm he’d just pulled out of you. as the door to his dorm room closes behind him, you’re left with only your thoughts and the sound of that shitty tv show playing in the background. you reach for the remote weakly, pressing pause on a bizarre scene of the weeknd jerking it over a clothing rack (?).
all you can think about, though, is taerae lapping at your pussy like a starved man. what the fuck just happened? did you really just let your best friend eat you out?
and how the fuck had he managed to leave you wanting more?
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