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anama-cara · 4 months

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The Healer: Bargaining finale (part 5/5)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4. Joel Masterlist

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: You finally reach the doctor's house with Joel and your sick little brother and you show Joel your appreciation. Reader's thoughts in italics. Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, sickness/fever, age gap, unprotected PIV

a/n: I wasn't sure how to end this. At first I had a much darker ending but I decided that I liked these characters too much so I added some *feelings*. Please let me know what you think

You had awoken to the sounds of birds chirping and soft breathing. Joel’s arm was draped over your waist and his hand rested on your stomach. It was pleasantly warm. In your mind you pretended that you were sleeping next to someone who actually cared. You imagined it was real. That you could have a companion that loved and protected you, that you could wake up like this next to them in the mornings. It was a nice daydream, but just that. That kind of dream didn’t exist in this new world, nothing good survived. And you certainly had no hope of finding a good man like that to love you.

Joel’s arm twitched in his sleep and you were pulled from your daydream and into your memories from the night before. How his lips felt on your neck, how his hands felt on your body, how his voice sounded as he said your name, how his fingers felt inside you.

For a moment you keep your eyes closed to the world and sink into the comforting feeling. Listening to the songbirds, letting the first rays of sunlight filtering through the tree dance over your closed lids, feeling Joel’s chest rise and fall against your back. You draink it all in, you hadn’t experienced a moment this peaceful in a long time.

There’s a rustle from the sleeping bag across the fire and you jump. Shit. What are you thinking?

You remind yourself that this is Joel, the leader of the band of raiders that terrorizes your countryside. He is not a good man, even if he is helping you, which he really isn’t, this is on just his way. Suddenly you feel shame, you can’t believe that you let him make you cum, let him hold you, sleep beside you. You curse yourself for being so foolish and letting yourself go last night.

Sleeping beside a fucking criminal, a bully, a killer. A fucking menace. What the hell were you thinking?

You wriggle out of the bag and jump to your feet. To your relief your little brother just rolls over, still sounds asleep. You let out a breath.

“Scared of getting caught?” Joel’s voice is rough with sleep but you can hear the smile on his lips.

“Come on get up,” you kick him in his sleeping bag. “The sun is up we gotta go.”

“Ok bossy,” he grumbles as he rubs his palms over his eyes with an exaggerated yawn.

You wake up your brother as Joel packs up the camp and you’re heading out for the last leg of your journey before the sun is fully risen.

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You’d been diligently following a few yards behind Joel, carrying your brother in your arms. He seems to get weaker with every step. In the last mile he doesn’t even respond to you when you call his name. He’s just limp in your arms and you can feel his fever burning through his clothing. You make a desperate sound as you try to shake him awake.

Joel’s head whips back. “What’s wrong?” He turns and retreats back to you.

“He won’t wake up,” your voice trembles as you’re trying not to panic. You hold back the tears that threaten to brim over.

“Jesus sweetheart why didn’t you say somethin.” He moves to take the boy from your arms but your grip tightens.

“What are you doing?” There’s fear in your accusation.

His eyes rack over your face, reading your expression. “You don’t trust me,” he says flatly but his expression almost looks hurt. He takes a breath and a hard expression returns to his face. “We gotta move a whole lot faster. If you don’t want him to die we gotta get to the house and get this fever to break.” Joel takes your brother from your arms and you don’t fight him this time. He takes off in a jog and you run after him, trying to keep up.

The house looks similar to yours, farmhouse style with a big front porch. Its white paint is peeling and there are a few cracked windows on the top floor but in all its still in good condition. As you come up the dirt drive you see a thin man in his late 60s watching from the window. After he sees the boy Joel is carrying, he disappears from the window only to reappear in the doorway. He sets his rifle down on the table and comes out onto the porch to meet you.

“Joel,” the man gives a stiff nod in greeting. His eyes dart to you then back to Joel.

“Doc,” Joel gives a nod. There’s respect but no friendliness there. Joel dips his head in your direction, “This here’s one of your neighbors, and this is her little brother. He’s got a bad fever and needs your help.” The doctor narrows his eyes at you and Joel, but when he looks down at the child in Joel’s arms his expression softens. “Of course, bring him in.”

You follow the him inside and Joel sets the boy down on the couch. The old man looks at you, “I’ll require a payment of course. What supplies have you brought to offer?”

“What I don’t, I-“ you stammer in a panic but Joel interrupts you.

“You and I will discuss payment later. You help him first.”

The man’s gaze shifts from you to Joel, he pauses a moment then nods in agreement. “Very well. But if he needs antibiotics the price will be doubled. Upstairs.”

Joel carries your brother upstairs and sets him in the bathtub. “Out,” the doc instructs him then turns to you. “You, undress him and fill the bath. Lukewarm. We’ll try to bring his temperature down. I’ll go get him a glass of water, we need to keep him well hydrated.” You tend to your brother for hour before the fever finally breaks. You help dress him and carry him to a bed in one of the guest bedrooms on the top floor. You go to sit beside him but the doc shoos you from the room. “No, he needs rest, out, out.” Exhausted you return downstairs and plop down onto the couch.

You must have been drifting off because you’re startled when the cushion sinks as a weight sits down next to you.

“Doc is gonna give him some medicine, says he’s got pneumonia. You didn’t hear him coughing?”

You blink, quickly trying to gather your thoughts. “Umm, yeah, I did, I just thought it was part of a cold, you know cause its winter, I mean he always starts coughing when it gets colder. I didn’t think much of it, I was just thinking of his fever. I should have paid more attention.” Your voice tightens.

“No, sweetheart that’s not what I meant,” he trails of looking frustrated then leans back into the couch. “Doesn’t matter, it’s gonna be fine, he’ll get better now.”

“Joel, how much did he ask for? He said the medicines were expensive.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“But-“

“I said don’t worry about it. I took care of it.”

You swallow, “thank you.”

His head turns to look at you, and eyebrow raised in surprise.

Tentatively you reach out and lay a hand on top of his, trying to express your appreciation. “I’m serious Joel. Thank you.”

The corner of his mouth twitches and he turns to face forward again. He lets out a sigh and leans his head back into the couch, closing his eyes and casually relaxing. You’ve never seen him like this. “Doc also said the boy needs rest so we’re gonna stay the night and leave tomorrow. Said we can sleep upstairs in the other guest room down the hall. I think he likes ya’ never seen him so generous before.”

You blink. We? “What about your mission? I thought you were supposed to meet up with your men today for a job?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “They’ll assume I got held up. They can do it without me.”

“Joel if you need to leave-“

He opens one eye to look at you. “There’s no place I’d rather be right now sweetheart.”

You swallow and gather some courage. “Joel,” you say hesitantly. “Why are you helping me? Why tell us about the doctor, why escort us, why pay for the medicine, why be… nice to me?”

He turns to face you fully now, his hand strokes your cheek then returns to grip your hand. You instinctively tense and go to pull your hand away but you stop as his eyes lock on yours. “Don’t you get it sweetheart?”

“What?” you reply a bit breathlessly. His eyes are making you nervous.

“I care for ya.”

You feel your heartbeat quicken and you’re silent for a moment as you let his words sink in. What the fuck?

“I know, I’m sorry for how we first met, I shouldn’ta done that, but-“

“Y-you care for me?” You can barely get the words out.

Joel shakes his head. “I shouldn’ta said nothin.” He moves his hand from yours. “No, wait-“ you reach out and grip his retreating hand. Why are you holding his hand? Why is your heart aching? Why do you want him to stay?

But despite the thoughts running through your head your body is acting. You shift closer to him and your hand that reached out to hold his is now slowly moving up his forearm in a gentle caress. Joel closes his eyes for a moment at your touch. You silently urge him to continue.

“Sweetheart I know I fucked up. You were so good to me and I didn’t treat you right. I know I don’t deserve ya.” He is looking into your eyes now, desperation in his eyes. “But I swear I wanna do right by ya. I wanna be there for you, protect you, be with you.”

You don’t break away from his gaze as you move closer still. You’re just inches away from him, almost touching his chest as he stares down at you.

“I want you” he whispers.

And finally you speak the truth that you know is in your heart. “You already have me Joel.”

Your hand glides up his arm and presses against his hard chest as you lean forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. It’s tender and sweet and like nothing either thought you’d ever experience again in this fucked up world.

You lift your body from the couch to move fully into his lap now, straddling him. Your hands wrap around his face and you lean into him, deepening the kiss and pushing him back against the couch. His hands grip at your hips and you can feel his bulge underneath you. Instinctually you rock your hips into him and he groans in your mouth. You break the kiss and nip at his neck before sliding out of his lap and onto the floor between his feet. You kneel between his legs and look up at him, one hand rubbing circles over his knee. He’s looking down at you, slumped in the couch. You smirk as you watch his tummy rise and fall with each heavy breath. He spreads his legs more and you shuffle closer to him on your knees.

A wicked smile curves on his lips, “You gonna show me just how grateful you are now? This how ya thank me?”

You nod vigorously and reach out for his belt just as you hear the floor creak upstairs. You jump up and throw yourself onto the couch, lounge back and trying to act casual. Joel lets out a barking laugh at the panic in your eyes. “I didn’t know anyone could move that fast sweetheart,” he laughs as he pats your knee. Your heart is beating fast, you completely forgot there was someone else in this house. You were about to suck Joel off in the middle of someone else’s living room while they were just a few rooms away and could walk in at any moment.

Joel smirks and grabs your hand, pulling you up. “Come on.” He leads you up the stairs and down the hall to the guest bedroom. “Goodnight doc, see you tomorrow,” he calls out loudly then winks at you as he shuts the door and pulls you towards the bed.

He pushes you down with his hands on your shoulders. He stands before you, tall and strong, dark eyes looking down at you and you feel yourself start to get wet. He reaches for his back and grabs his flannel, pulling it off over his head. Quickly he undoes his belt and drops his boxers and jeans in one go. He steps out of his pants and stands before you, completely naked, looking like a freaking god. You’ve never seen his body before, usually he tells you to strip and he remains fully clothed. This new imbalance has your blood pumping and your core clenching. You gulp as he closes the gap between you and scoops his hands under your arms to lift you and push you all the way up onto the bed. He lays over your body, face just a few inches above yours, dark eyes scanning yours. His hand reaches down between you to undo your pants and he pulls back for just a moment to pull your pants and underwear from your body. You take this opportunity to quickly shed your shirt before he’s back over your again. He rests on his elbows and his hands come up to cradle your face, fingers intertwining in your hair as his lips crash into yours, desperate and needy and hot. You whimper against him and he pulls back after a moment.

“Joel I need you, now.”

“Sweetheart I don’t wanna hurt you again. Lemme help stretch you first, get ya ready to take me.” His hand reaches down, trailing over your skin as he moves down your body.

“Joel, I’m ready now.”

His hand moves between your legs and he grins as his fingers reach your wetness. He rubs against your clit with two fingers. “Yeah you are. So wet for me already, fuck.” He plants a kiss to your neck, sucking at your soft skin as his other hands wraps around his cock and guides it to your entrance. You suck in a breath, tensing as you brace for the pain and the stretch, used to Joel shoving into you. But this time he doesn’t. He takes his time, slowly pushing into you inch by inch, letting your body adjust. He groans, fully inside you and you can’t help looking down between you. You watch as he moves his hips and slides in and out of you easily. He catches you staring and smirks, “like that? Want it faster sweetheart?” You nod, unable to speak, and he jerks his hips, hitting something deep inside you causing your head to fall back into the pillows. Your back arches as he sets his new pace and you groan. It doesn’t take long for you to feel your orgasm building. Your hands are gripping the sheets and you’re shaking your head and moaning as it takes over you. Your body spasms under Joel’s and he holds you down with his forearm across your chest. “Fucking bronco, hang on sweetheart I’m almost there.” He continues thrusting into you as you come down from your high and after a few more deep movements he’s spilling inside you, warmth spreading through your core. His breathing is ragged and he collapses on top of you, bodies flush against each other. He tucks you in his arms then rolls both of you to the side so he’s lying behind you, cradling you in his arms.

He kisses your hair from behind. “So fucking good.” He murmurs.

You lay together like that for a long time until your both starting to drift off.

“Joel, I-, I”

“I know sweetheart, everything will be just fine now.”

You smile to yourself as you drift off, comforted by the idea that for the first time since the world fell apart you think the next day will be a better one.

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daydreamingmiller · 7 months

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joel miller in the last of us part one [6/?]

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I miss @jrrmint and bad blood so much

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anama-cara · 5 months

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Bargaining

dark!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Bargaining Masterlist

Summary: You try to bargain your virginity for your family’s safety. Word count: 1.8k

Warnings for full fic: 18 + mdni , Dubious consent, virginity loss, unsafe p in v, mentions of STDs, pet names, dark, age gap, survivalism, I do Not condone this. Reader is in her early 20’s, Joel is in his 40’s. Reader’s inner thoughts are in italics. This is my first fic, please give feedback.

“Wait. I can give you something else. My virginity.”

He raises an eyebrow.

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Joel Miller, the infamous raider, stands before you. He and his band of men control these parts, and they provide “protection” from clickers and other raiders in exchange for a monthly payment. Your household (its just you and your younger brother) usually give them a large basket full of vegetables. But this month something, maybe a gopher or a deer, tore up your garden, eating everything. You had nothing else to give. When Joel’s men had broken down your door you begged them, told them you’d give them double next month. They threatened to take your brother instead, put him to work. And then Joel strode through the front door, filing the doorway with his large form. He wore a red flannel, thick tan leather jacket, heavy boots and tight jeans with his knee cocked out and his hands on his hips.

“What’s taking so long in here? There trouble?” He asked his men. They nodded to you and Joel’s gaze shifted to you. An intense gaze, one that made your knees weak and your chin tremble. You swallowed and pulled yourself together.

“I’m sorry, an animal destroyed our crops. We can forage and plant again. I promise next month we will pay double.”

He shook his head sadly and your stomach dropped.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t go around making exceptions, even for someone as pretty as you.”

One of his men stepped forward and made to grab your brother’s arm. Pretty? Maybe there was another way.

“Wait. I am still a virgin. I’m unused. I have no diseases, which is good because out here if you get sick you could die,” you ramble, shifting your weight from foot to foot.

“I’m clean. I’ve never been touched by a man. And I wouldn’t just be giving you sex, or safe sex, or my virginity, I’d be giving you a piece of me, my dignity, my identity, my soul.”

He grins wickedly at that so you plow ahead. He likes to have power, you can read it in his face, so you use it to your advantage.

“I’d be yours, claimed, forever marked by you, by my first time. Yours to ruin. Yours to torment, yours to degrade, yours to fuck, yours to fill. You can stretch me out and when your cum is dripping down my thighs and I am reduced to a sweating, sobbing, shaking mess on the floor - striped of my dignity and humanity, then you can proudly sit back and see your power. How you’ve ruined someone, claimed them, destroyed them, owned them.”

Damn you’re really trying to sell this. He has to take bait, you can’t let them take your brother.

You have his undivided attention, his eyes never left yours throughout your whole monologue. He seems surprised and a little impressed by your unexpected language. Now that you’ve said your piece, finished begging, he breaks eye contact. He shamelessly looks you up and down like he’s inspecting a horse to buy. He says nothing but gives one curt nod.

You loosen a sigh of relief. Your brother would be safe. You turned to face him, you had been standing a step in front of him, protecting him with your body. You knelt down and put a hand on his check. “Go upstairs, and don’t come down till I tell you. Okay?” You tell him softly. He nods silently and heads for the staircase in the corner of the room. You straighten up and turn to face Joel again. There’s something on his face, almost like a sad understanding as he watches your brother leave.

“Alright sweetheart, where do you wanna do this?” He asks gruffly in his thick Texan accent.

Oh god this is really happening.

“N-not upstairs.” Is all you manage to get out. Your mind seems to be going blank with the anxiety and shock of what’s about to happen. When you don’t move or say anything else he just nods and grabs your hand, pulling you from the main room where all his men remain, rifling through your things. He pulls you through a door and into the kitchen. He closes the door and pushes a chair underneath the doorknob, jamming it.

“Don’t want anyone interrupting us.” He smirks at your widened eyes. “You know sweetheart, you sure do have a filthy mouth. Saying all those things.” He’s shaking his head. He finally lets go of your hand to take a step back and look you over again greedily. Nothing soft remains in his eyes now. No, the only thing you see is a predator. His hungry eyes devour you. All the warning bells are going off in your head, every instinct telling you to kick him in the crotch and run. But you know you can’t, because although you know you could probably outrun this big guy, there are too many of them, and your brother is upstairs. So, you take a deep breath, loosen your fists and accept you fate. He notices the little movement. He notices everything.

“Ready sweetheart?”

You give a small nod, still unable to speak. You’re afraid of how small your voice will sound. You will not appear weak in front of him. You hold your chin higher and meet his stare.

The corner of his lips pull up in a wicked grin. “Good.”

And then he moves, and he’s so fast you don’t even know what’s happening until you’re pushed up against the kitchen island. With a broad hand he pushes you down and pins you between your shoulder blades. He’s got you bent over face down on the counter. Your breasts are pressed against the cold granite and your nipples harden against it. He presses into you from behind and you can feel his considerable bulge. With one boot he hooks your foot and slides it out, spreading your legs further for him. You hear the metal clanging as he undoes his belt and lowers his zipper. You don’t turn to look. There’s no need, you know he'll be big. With his cock freed he closes the gap between you, leaning further into you.

Shit. This will be painful.

He's even larger than you thought. You feel his hard cock behind you, pressing against your ass and the small of your back. His head tilts and you feel his hot breath on the curve of your neck. His lips glide over your shoulder. “So soft.” He inhales deeply, smelling your hair. “Mmmm.” With one hand he reaches up and grabs at your breast roughly. He can feel your hardened nipple through the thin fabric of the dress. He lets out a low growl and gropes you harder. You can feel his breathing getting faster. He reaches back down to pull your dress up above your ass. It bunches around you hips.

“Hold this sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear. You obey, grabbing the bunched up fabric with one hand and bracing yourself on the counter with the other. He pulls back, and pulls your underwear down to your ankles. One hand moves to your hip, keeping you in place. With his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock he notches at your entrances and pushes in half way. White hot pain flashes through you. He’s so big and your body was not prepared for him. He pulls out almost all the way and pushes in again, all the way, hips snapping. Searing pain, he is splitting your insides apart. You hiss in pain.

“Sorry sweetheart, didn’t say this was gonna be nice for you. Remember this is your payment. Take it.”

He chuckles darkly and slams into you again. You shake your head.

No, no no no, it’s too much.

You can’t breathe. You feel a trickle of blood run down the inside of your thigh. Your hips dig into the countertop and you know there with be a line of bruising left on your skin. You’ll have bruising on the side of your hips too, his fingers are griping you so tightly.

“That’s a good little virgin. So fucking tight. Relax sweetheart. Don’t fight it.” He grunts. “I know your pussy will want it anyways.”

He sets up a rapid pace, slamming into you roughly with each thrust. It’s dry and painful and you hate it. Hate him. But after a few minutes when your body has adjusted you begin to loosen a bit. You still hate Joel, hate this man who runs these lands like he owns them. But you can’t deny that your body has stopped protesting. So you try to drown out the obscene sounds of skin slapping and his grunting behind you. You let your mind travel far away and forget that it is Joel behind you.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but you feel a change behind you, the hot breaths on your shoulder blades are uneven and the pace is different, slower and deeper. He lets out a pained moan then pulls out of you, there’s a seconds pause then you feel hot liquid spill over you. It hits the small of your back in ropes and drips onto your ass. He sighs deeply from behind you. You finally turn to look at him. He’s staring your body, satisfaction on his face as he watches his cum drip down you. You whip your head back around before he can catch your eye.

There’s silence as he watches you and catches his breath. Finally, he reaches down and pulls your underwear back up. He takes the dress out of your grip and tugs it down. He runs his hands over your waist and ass, smoothing the fabric and feeling you up. One rests at the small of your back and presses the dress into the wetness there, letting to fabric soak it up and stick to you. He grins.

“Alright sweetheart.”

He gives your ass a smack then lets go of you. You push up and raise yourself off from the counter, resting on your elbows. He says nothing else as he moves to the door, unwedges the chair and opens the door. He looks back at you. You’re still leaning against the counter for support. He eyes your shaking legs, your ruffed up hair, your wrinkled wet dress. “See you next month.”

You’re in shock. That’s it? You don’t move as he leaves and whistles for his men to follow. You don’t move till you hear the front door slam behind them. Then you sink to the kitchen floor.

You don’t understand, Joel is infamous for being violent and cruel. You know that could have been much worse, that he could have beat you, that he could have passed you around to his men afterwards. But he just left. Suddenly you feel grateful. Then you silently curse yourself for it, reminding yourself that even though it could have been worse it was horrible that it ever happened in the first place. That someone threatened your family, that they took something from you. That they acted like they owned the place. You grit your teeth. No, the only thing you’re grateful for is the fact that it’s over. You stand on your shaky legs and reach for a kitchen towel. You call out for your brother, letting him know that they’re gone and he’s safe. You clean yourself up and you hear his little feet running down the stairs. He bursts into the room and flies at you in a hug. “Your big sis took care of it. I’ll always protect you remember. It’s okay. It’s over.” You pat his back and comfort him.

See you next month.

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anama-cara · 4 months

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Part 4. the journey

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Part 5

Summary: It's a long day- you go on a hike, learn how to shoot, and get felt up by Joel. Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, fingering (f receiving), age gap, guns, dubcon

a/n: I'm a sucker for the good old 'one sleeping bed' trope. Sorry not sorry. Reader's thoughts are in italics. Part 1. Raider! Joel Masterlist

You’ve been hiking for six miles now, tromping through the dry overgrown grass as you cross the valley. Joel thought you’d make it to the house by nightfall, that it’s easy to walk eight miles in one day. But it’s not when you’re carrying a sick child that has to make frequent stops to rest or vomit. Your travel is very slow going. As you reach a quiet wooded area you realize there’s no way you’ll make it before night fall. It’s just before dusk, but the trees block out some of the light from the sinking sun, making it even darker. You hear Joel curse in front of you. You’ve been following behind him for the whole hike, watching his back as you walk. You’re carrying your brother on your back with your pack slung across your chest. Joel stops in front of you and turns back.

“We ain’t makin’ it before nightfall. We’ll stop here and set up camp while we still have a little daylight.”

“Is that safe? To camp out here?”

“It’s better than goin’ through these woods in the dark. You’re likely to trip on a root and twist your ankle and I can’t carry both if ya’. We’ll start again at first light.” He drops his pack, discussion over.

You kneel and your brother slides from your back and sits on the forest floor. Taking off your pack you pull out his extra coat and dress him. You tug his arms through and zip it up. With your hands on his little shoulders you tell him, “stay put. I’m going to find some firewood and then we can warm you up, okay? Just stay right here and I’ll be right back.” You rummage an apple out of your pack and hand it to him, “try to eat a little, okay?” Then you stand and toss an apple at Joel. He catches it and looks at you in confusion.

“I’m going to look for some kindling while you set up camp.” You walk away into the trees without looking at him.

By the time you come back, bundle of sticks in your arms, Joel has cleared a little area and set camp, his rifle is propped against a nearby tree. You stop, startled by the sight in front of you. Joel is sitting cross legged on one sleeping bag with a piece of jerking hanging from his mouth. Your brother is sitting on the other sleeping bag, Joel’s jacket wrapped around his shoulders. He’s smiling up at Joel. It’s a sleepy, half smile, but still, he’s smiling, at Joel. You hear Joel say something again but you’re too far away to catch the words. As you walk closer the conversation stops and Joel watches you as you enter the clearing. He leans back on his hands. “That it?”

“Uh no I’ve got more wood, just couldn’t carry it all in one trip.”

“Good cause that won’t last through the night. Drop it here,” he nods to a spot between the sleeping bags. You silently drop the wood, looking at him quizzically. His face remains stoic as he begins arranging the sticks into a teepee. You aren’t sure what to say so you turn silently and go to collect the rest of your wood.

When you get back Joel has gotten the fire started and your brother has scooted to the foot of his sleeping bag to rest closer to the fire. “Good. That’ll be enough for a while.” Joel nods as you set the wood by your packs. The last of the golden rays filtering through the trees have disappeared and it’s dusk now. There’s just a faint grey glow emanating through the tall pine trees to the west.

“Welp. We got bout 15 minutes of light left.” He leans over the fire, feeding it another stick. Then he rubs his palms on his jeans and stands up, knees popping. He stretches, raising his arms and causing his flannel to rise up, revealing a slip of tanned skin. He yawns and motions to you. “Come ‘ere.”

You swallow as you approach him. He doesn’t seem to notice your hesitation. “We got some time to kill so I’m gonna teach you how to shoot.” He pulls a glock from the waistband at his back. You instinctively take a step backwards at the sight of the gun. An image of Joel standing over the body of the clicker with his gun drawn flashes through your mind. Joel is frowning at you.

“Ain’t got be scared sweetheart.” He mutters quietly and takes a step towards you, taking back the distance you put between the two of you. “You otta know how to shoot. Might save your life on day.” You nod. You know he’s right, of course. But you still don’t take your eyes off the gun in his hand.

“Ok. Here’s the basics.” He points out the safety, the magazine, the slide, and the sights. As he explains the anatomy of the gun he moves towards you till he’s right by your side, elbow almost brushing against you. “Got it?” You nod silently again.

Then he’s wrapping an arm around you with his chest pressed into your back. He leans over your right shoulder and you feel his warm breath on your neck. A shiver runs down your spine.

“So then you align your target through the sight here…” He keeps talking but you don’t notice what else he says. Your body is honed in to his touch. His hard chest is warm against your back and you lean into him slightly. Heat comes to your cheeks in embarrassment and you’re glad he doesn’t seem to notice. Suddenly he’s taking your hand and guiding it to wrap around the grip of the gun, he arranges your fingers over the trigger. He pulls your left hand up to wrap around your right, providing support and stabilizing the pistol. He leans further into you and brings his head down so his face is close to yours, your cheeks almost brushing. You feel a tingling of your skin as if there’s some invisible electric connection reaching out. “Aim for that tree over there, align your sights, steady hand, firm grip,” he wraps a hand around yours and gives a little squeeze in emphasis. “Then breathe out and pull the trigger.” He straightens out and lets go of your hands.

“Hang on.” He reaches up and unfolds your beanie, bringing the thick hat down over your ears. Then he brings his own hands up to cover his ears.

You take a deep breath, trying to focus. You ignore the lingering touch of his fingers on your hair as he arranged your hat. You ignore the tickle his facial hair left against your neck and the warmth emanating from him against your cold body. You find your target and pull the trigger. The kickback was more than you expected from such a small gun and you stumble back into Joel’s unyielding chest. You hear the bullet whizz past the tree flying deeper into the forest.

“Shoulda told ya to plant your feet.” He shakes his head. “Again.”

This time you widen your stance and brace yourself as you pull the trigger. There’s a crack of the gun and a small thud as your bullet hits the tree. You gasp and turn your head to look back at him, genuinely surprised to have hit your target. He’s looking down at you approvingly.

“Atta girl.”

Your brother is already asleep, tucked into a navy-blue sleeping bag with Joel’s jacket still wrapped around him. It’s completely dark as you go to get in bed. Only the warm orange light from the glow of the fire illuminates your camp. You make to climb in next to your brother, pulling the zipper down an inch before Joel stops you.

“Whatcha doin’?” He hisses from where he’s laying in his bag, propped up on his side facing you. The light from the fire dances across his face.

“Going to bed, what?” You whisper back.

“Na uh.” He pats his sleeping bag next to him.

“Are you insane why would I sleep next to you?”

He raises himself up on his elbow and gives you a glare. “Because, smart one, you shouldn’t be sharing a bed with someone who’s sick and contagious. Caring for him is one thing, but being snuggled up next to him in that bag, you’re asking for it. And if you get sick too, you’re of no use to him. Can’t care for him if you can’t care for yourself.” Shit he’s right. If it’s a respiratory illness or spread from droplets, then you can’t have your face so close to your brother’s, sharing a breath.

“Fine.” You snap.

He smirks at your anger and drops back down to his side, sliding the zipper down and opening the bag for you to climb in. Guess you won’t be sleeping back to back.

You slip into the bag and zip it back up, settling in on your side with your back to him. Joel presses against you and you stiffen. Your body is straight as a board against him, your muscles all tense.

“Relax sweetheart,” he murmurs into your ear. Goosebumps erupt across your skin. His hand snakes over your hip and his palm spreads over your stomach. He pulls you closer to him and your stiff body bends as he spoons you. His hand is warm and you can’t deny that it feels good against you. He releases a heavy breath into your hair. His hand slides down your stomach and creeps under the hem of shirt then glides back up, resting on your bare stomach.

“Jeez you’re cold sweetheart. Shoulda told me earlier, we coulda warmed you up.” His left hand skates over your neck and brushes the hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. He folds his left arm under his head and scoots closer to you. You are cold, you’re fucking freezing actually, and his warm hands feel so good on your skin. He inhales deeply, face pressed into your hair. His hand on your stomach rubs in soothing circles.

Then he’s leaning forward and he nibbles at your earlobe. He pressed a kiss on your neck, then another, trailing down to your decolletage where his lips stop. He licks at you, then presses his mouth to your soft skin and sucks.

You don’t give him any response, not a sound or a movement. But you aren’t jumping from the sleeping bag or fighting him either. He continues to your shoulder, licking and marking you, leaving a trail of hickies. Joel glides his hand from your stomach up to your breast and cups it. He rolls his thumb over your nipple, already hard and sensitive from the cold.

A shiver runs through you and you shake against him. Your body’s response seems to encourage him and he continues. His thumb presses into your nipple hard then swirls around it. His hand traces across your chest and he grabs at your other tit, giving it attention too. You can’t help but let out a little groan, his warm hands thawing you out as they touch and grope your body. You feel his lips smile against your shoulder as he pauses his kisses.

“You like that?” He rubs your sensitive nipple between his thumb and finger and your breath hitches.

“Hmmm,” he moans into your hair, his warm breath soaking in to you. “Know ya do.”

You can feel heat beginning to pool in your core. Joel continues to feel you up from behind and you continue to feel your heat growing. He’s touching you and moaning softly in your ear and you feel yourself getting wetter. Joel seems to sense it somehow and you feel his hand move from your breast and slowly start to slide down your stomach, lower and lower till his fingers brush your waistband. He licks up the edge of ear and starts to slide his fingers into your pants.

“Joel” You protest. He ignores you. His fingers slip under your underwear.

“Joel don’t-“ His left hand reaches out and he puts a finger to your lips, shushing you. You struggle against him. You don’t want him to see how wet you are for him. His hand moves from your lips and lightly wraps around your throat. He’s not pressing down, its there just to keep you still as his other hands sinks down to your core. He slides his hand across your hair there and grabs at you. With his palm on your mound, he reaches his four fingers down to swipe across your dripping pussy.

“Oh god.” He groans when he feels how wet and ready you are. Your clit twitches at the sound.

“Oh sweetheart, you shoulda told me you were waiting.” He places another kiss to your neck. You stop squirming. Your breathing is picking up. You know this is so wrong, but his hands feel so good on you.

“So fucking wet for me. Fuck.” He dips a finger inside you and pulls it out to slide up your seem and circle your clit, spreading your slick around. His finger rubs into your clit, playing with it, then sliding back down to draw a lazy circle around your hole before pushing back inside you. He curls his finger, gathering more slick and pulls back again. He repeats, then adds in another finger, going back and forth between your clit and your weeping hole. You are slowly becoming undone, you know you won’t last much longer.

“Joel” you whine.

He circles your clit lazily with his two fingers then sends three fingers prodding into you. He thrusts them in and out, your pussy sufficiently stretched and slick now. He begins fucking you faster with his fingers.

You moan loudly, too loudly, and his other hand moves from your neck to clamp down on your mouth, smothering your sounds. You grind against him. The only sounds are your muffled cries and the soft groaning behind you as he feels your walls start to clench around his fingers.

“ s’ okay sweetheart. Cum on daddy’s fingers.” Oh fuck.

Your hips thrust into his hand at his words and you come hard against his hand. Your walls flutter and cling to him. He groans at sensation of your orgasm around his fingers. You moan into the hand clamped on your mouth and your legs twitch and kick out.

“Fuck sweetheart. That’s it.” He continues to rub little circles over your clit as your come down from your high.

Your chest is heaving and he releases his hold so you can catch your breath. He gently caresses your cheek before moving his arm back to underneath his head. It’s a gentle touch that confuses you. You lay in silence, your breathing beginning to even out. His hand rests just under your waist band, warmth against warmth. He shifts and it’s clear he’s settling in for the night, content to stay like this as he falls asleep.

“Joel?” you whisper.

“Hmmmm,” he hums sleepily in response.

“What did you say to my brother earlier? How did you get him to smile?”

“Told him a dad joke.”

“A dad joke?” Not what you were expecting. You pause, then quietly whisper, “Are you a dad?”

“I was.”

You say nothing. You know what that means. You fall asleep in silence with Joel wrapped around you.

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Joel! Miller Masterlists

Raider!Joel Masterlist:

Part 1.Bargain

Part 2. In the garden

Part 3. Fever

Part 4. The journey

Part 5. The Healer

Dark! Joel:

fight club

take care

take care pt 2

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Part 3. Fever

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Part 4

Summary: Your little brother is ill and in desperation you go to Joel for help. He has a surprising plan. This is the 3rd part in my Bargaining series. Reader's thoughts are italicized. Word count: 1.3k Warnings: not really any, mentions of vomit and guns

This can’t be it. After everything you’ve been through, you refuse to let this be your downfall. But you can’t help but panic. Your little brother has a fever, you have no idea how high it is but he feels so hot it’s driving you mad with worry. It’s been three days. His is skin is flushed, breathing a little faster and shallower than normal and he can’t keep any food down. He’s not even interested in playing with the few meager toys he has. On the fourth day you decide you have to do something. He won’t even get out of bed now, he just looks up at you with red glassy eyes as you greet him in the morning.

“Buddy, how ya feelin’?”

“My head hurts,” he murmurs. Worse. He’s getting worse.

It’s probably just a viral infection, something that could’ve been cleared up in a jiffy in the old world. But out here any little sickness can take someone down. You need a healer, you need medicine, you need something. You’re desperate. You know a little about plants and you remember people used to use garlic for fevers. You know where some wild garlic grows in the meadow past the woods, but it’s a few days walk and there’s no way you can just leave your brother here alone. Plus, you can’t leave now. Joel’s men will be back in two days to pick up their payment. You can’t be late for them, and you certainly can’t leave your brother alone to deal with the transaction. You’re screwed.

In the end you decide to wait two more days. You’ll deal with the business with Joel’s men, and then go on your trip. And who knows, maybe your brother will have fought it off and healed in that time. You hope so.

He doesn’t. You spend the two days wiping the sweat from his brow with a cold washcloth and trying to spoon broth into his mouth. You can see his color is paling and he’s losing weight. You miss the healthy little boy who used to run circles around you while you gardened and tell you imaginary stories to keep your mind occupied. You miss his bubbly laugh and the sound of his pattering feet on the stairs.

There’s a knock on the door. You startle, completely forgetting about the visitors you were expecting.

“I’ll be right back okay buddy?” You stroke his sweaty hair and toss the damp washcloth on the end of the bed. He hums in response but doesn’t open his eyes.

You rush down the stairs and hurriedly put the basket together.

“Coming!” You call out. For this tithe you’re giving them some root vegetables and cabbage from your winter garden and an old pair of gloves that you’ve patched up. You scamper to the door and swing it open; you know his men hate waiting in the cold. But when the door swings open it’s Joel who greets you. He’s leaning casually against your doorframe scowling. He’s got on his usual dark jeans and boots but the collar of his jacket is popped up as he tries to fight the cold wind.

“What took ya so long? It’s fucking freezing- Sweetheart? There trouble?” Joel halted his speech as he takes you in – your disheveled hair, crumpled t-shirt with vomit stains, and the dark circles under your eyes. And the concern, the genuine concern that flickered through his eyes makes something break inside you. You feel a lump forming in the base of your throat and tears fighting to surface. Your lip trembles slightly.

“Joel-“ your voice breaks. His eyes harden and he looks past you into the house, gaze quickly shifting and assessing. He pushes the door open more and slips past you inside then closes it quietly behind you. He leans in close to whisper in your ear, breath tickling you. “What’s the trouble? Someone else here?” His voice is demanding but laced with anger and you think you might imagine some concern underlying his tone. You shake your head, taking a step back.

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s- it’s…” your voice is threatening to crack again. “Do you have any medicine?” You blurt out. Suddenly you’re hopeful. Yes, Joel’s a raider. Surely his men have come across a convenience store or stolen from someone’s medicine cabinet at least.

“You sick?” He takes a step back and looks you up and down disapprovingly. You smirk, “no. Jeez I’m not gonna cough in your face and I don’t have the plague.”

“That’s not-“

“It’s my brother. He’s got a fever. He’s had a fever, for days now. Nothing I do is helping, he needs real medicine. Or else…” you trail off and Joel nods. He shakes his head slowly.

“’m sorry, but I got nothin’ for ya. We’ve got a shit ton of bandages and gauze, Neosporin and ointments, but nothin’ for fevers I’m afraid.” He watches your face fall as your spark of hope goes out.

There’s silence as you turn to return to your brother upstairs, the exchange is complete and you don’t care if Joel sees himself out or sits by the fire to warm up or whatever. You’re about to walk up the stairs when Joel stops you with a hand on your arm. You flinch at his touch.

“Hang on, I got an idea.” You turn to him and your eyes meet his gaze. He looks between you and the upstairs landing. “He real bad?” You nod silently. He lets out a breath. “Okay. One of the folks under our protection,” you fight an eye roll, “used to be a PA before the world went to shit. He’s a smart guy. Might know what to do. Might have some medicine too.”

The spark in your mind lights again. A physician assistant, yes, he’d know what to do. Your brother will survive this.

“How do I get there?” You ask quickly. He frowns at you and gives you a pointed look. “There’s no way you’d make it on your own.” You open your mouth to protest but he continues, “I’ll take ya.” Your jaw snaps shut and you blink at him.

“You want to escort us? Why? What’s in it for you?”

“Well I gotta go there for a pickup pretty soon anyways,” he shrugs. “Plus, it’ll be a good excuse to get away from the guys for a bit.” You glance out the window behind him at the beat-up old truck with some of his men. Two sit in the cabin and two are hunched in the bed of the pickup, long rifles in hand. Your eyes shift back to him. “You need a break? What, trouble in paradise?”

He glares. “Want my help or not? Brat.”

“I do.” You gulp. “Thank you.”

“Alright. I’ll tell ‘em to move along and do the next job without me. We’ll have to go by foot.”

You look back at the guns outside and you hate to know what the next ‘job’ is. You wipe it from your thoughts. You’ll do anything for your brother.

“Pack a bag sweetheart. Grab some food for you and the boy. It’s an eight-mile trek, we’ll be walkin’ all day. We leave in five minutes.” He leaves and your eyes trail him as you contemplate this plan. You give yourself a brief moment to think it over, consider the danger. But it’s only a moments thought, of course you’ll do it. You'll risk it all. You grab a bag and begin filling it with food and your brother’s extra jacket while Joel gives his men orders. You hear the truck pull away and he’s stomping back inside.

“Ready sweetheart?”

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Part 2. In the garden

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Part 3

Summary: Joel returns for you but something unexpected happens at the end of your encounter. Word count: 2.6k Inspiration came from @cool-iguana in her fic cruel love.

Warnings: 18 + mdni , Dubious consent, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), masturbation, canon violence, mentions of blood, gunshot, dirty talk, dacryphilia, clicker, age gap, I do Not condone this.

Reader is in her early 20’s, Joel is in his 40’s. Reader’s inner thoughts are in italics. This is a part 2 of Bargaining

The day after he left last month you went to your neighbors, bartered and traded with them for vegetables and seeds. You went to the woods alone, taking the risk to forage. You found wild mushrooms a plenty and a plum tree that you stripped bare. The greener ones would keep and you put them in the basket, but you had to preserve the rest of your haul. You spent the weeks preserving the plums and making jams. By the time tithe day came around you had a full basket.

You had thought about him a lot when you were on your own trekking through the woods or during the long mind-numbing hours of plum preserving. You thought about him mainly out of hatred and anger. But sometimes, at night when you reached between your legs you thought about the way he made your body feel. You felt nothing but hate towards him, but you separated that feeling of him, his cock, the way it felt inside you. Sometimes you made up fake scenarios where someone, who might have looked like Joel (but definitely was not Joel) came to take you away from this place. You imagined his face and his body; you couldn’t deny that he was incredibly attractive. And after you had to remind yourself that it was just a dream.

It’s been three weeks and six days since you saw Joel last. Tonight, you lay in bed, dreading the day to come.

Hopefully they will take the basket and leave and it will all go smoothly.

Most likely Joel wouldn’t even be there, he usually didn’t come on exchange days. You weren’t sure how to feel about that. On one hand he did allow you to save your brother, and on the other hand he hurt you and took a piece of you. You know that if he didn’t interrupt his men last time you wouldn’t be hearing your brother’s quiet breathing from the twin bed next to you. You almost want to thank him. And to thank him for keeping his end of the deal. Most raiders would have lied, hurt you and still taken your brother in the end anyways. And you can’t lie to yourself that you want to see his face again, to catch a glimpse of him and keep it in your memory so you can play with it and turn it into one of your fantasies later for your Joel-not-Joel. But in the end, you hope he doesn’t come. You fall asleep hoping things so quickly and smoothly tomorrow like they had all the other exchange days before Joel showed up.

The next day you are prepared. The basket is sitting on the table in the living room. You’ve made sure your brother is staying upstairs out of sight. You sit at the table waiting for the knock.

Hours tick by. Then a quick wrap of knuckles on your front door. You silently rise and open the door, there are two men standing there. You sigh in relief internally and motion them in. They head over to the basket. One of them look at you and says, “everything looks in order.” You nod in response. The other one tips his head to the fireplace. “You mind if we warm up for a sec?”

You wouldn’t dare refuse them. “Of course.” They pull the chairs in front of the fire and take off their gloves to warm them in font of the flames. You wish you had gloves. You’re watching them when you hear the door push open. Your head whirls in the direction of someone else coming inside.

Joel waltzes in and winks at your expression of shock and disgust. “Good afternoon sweetheart. Why are you surprised? Told you I’d be back.”

But your bargain was fulfilled. He could have just sent his men. Why did he come too?

“But you already-“ He shakes his head in warning, cutting off your protest. You close your mouth. He glances around the room. “Your brother upstairs?” He asks you. You nod silently. “Good,” he says to himself. Then in a loud voice he says, “Show me that garden of yours. I need to see if you’ve replanted like you said you would.”

Did he say that so your brother would hear? So he wouldn’t worry and would know where you were at?

“Outside. Now.” He orders you. You gulp and turn on your heel to march through the back door that leads to the garden behind the house. Joel just nods to his men as he walks past them. They understand the silent command to stay here and wait and not interrupt.

You point at the little mounds of earth in neat rows. “There, see.” You say pointedly. You know why he’s here.

Fuck me for ever thinking this was over, that he was true to his word. Of course not, no he’ll be back every fucking month to take what’s “his”.

“Looks good.”

“You’re not here to check on my fucking vegetables.” You’re fuming. Out of hatred for him, sure. But also at yourself for being naive and ever having hope.

“Forgot what a dirty mouth you had. No, sweetheart, I’m not here to check your vegetables. I’m here for you.”

“That wasn’t the deal. It was a one-time thing.”

“Hmm yeah but I didn’t have you begging on the floor like you said. So, I thought I’d come back for that. Plus, even if I did feel like our deal was complete and I still came back, what would you do? Say no?” His eyes are dark.

He went to easy on me last time. He knows it, I know it. And he’s back to remind me just how cruel and powerful he can be. He has to keep up that image.

You grab his hand and lead him past the vegetable garden to the little shed in the corner of the yard. It’s not really even a shed. It used to be a place to stack firewood and keep it out of the snow and rain. There’s a slanted roof and two wooden walls with two sides remaining open. You have a small stack of wood against one wall, your hand shovel and a few gardening tools are on the ground next to the wood pile. You gardening hoe is leaning against the outer wall.

You crowd in. Even though it is still open to the cold, the wall helps against the wind.

“Dress off this time.” He commands. You do it, throwing your dress and underwear on top of the wood pile. You shudder in the cold as you stand in front of him totally naked. The view to the house is blocked by one of the walls. You’re grateful his men wouldn’t be able to look out the window and see you. Or your brother. No, only Joel can see you. This is just for him.

“Turn.” You slowly spin in a circle for him. Your body is hardened and your skin is covered in goosebumps from the cold.

“Damn,” he sighs. You quickly glance at his face. His eyes are glazed with lust. You lower your gaze back to the ground.

“On your knees. Let’s see what else that dirty little mouth of yours can do.” He undoes his belt and frees his cock from his boxers as you kneel before him on the cold ground. He’s still fully clothed, pants barely pulled down and you are completely naked. You kneel in the cold earth, the little pieces of wood and bark dig into your bare knees. You’re now eye level with his large cock. He wraps one hand around his base and one in your hair. He feels your hair for a moment, his fingers gliding through it before he grips you tightly. He rubs his cock up against your cheek and you open your mouth. He shoves inside making you choke instantly. He laughs and pulls out, a stream of saliva following. You cough and catch your breath while he stares down at you with a smirk. You swallow and open your mouth again for him, tongue out. He smiles, “Atta girl. Now you gotta take it this time.”

He slides in again, giving you only a second to adjust to the feel. Your mouth is opened as wide as it can possibly go and he fills you completely. Your jaw is aching from the strain and tears prickle at your eyes. He seems to like that. “That’s it. Cry for me sweetheart, cry on this big cock.”

He fists your hair tighter and pulls you down on his cock. Again and again. “Fuck,” swears. He sets up a brutal pace, fucking your face ruthlessly without pausing to let you breathe as you choke on him. Your body is getting numb from the cold, your knees ache, and your cheeks are sore from sucking. Your hands are free but you don’t push him away, don’t claw at him to let you breathe. No, you keep them crossed behind your back like you know he would want. Tears run down your face, mixing in with the saliva around your mouth and chin.

“Hmmmm,” he groans. “Almost there sweetheart. Fuck you’re doing so good.” He praises you as his thrusts become sloppier. He slams into you, thrusting slower and deeper. You can barely take it, your legs are shaking now from holding your body up against his punishing thrusts. Finally you feel his body contract and he lets out a guttural moan of pleasure as he sends his release pulsing into your mouth. He pulls out and tucks himself back in as you swallow your mouthful. You feel some of it dripping from the corners of your mouth down your chin. He wipes your mouth roughly with his palm, looking at you with pride. His chest is heaving, face flushed, with eyes still glazed over. He releases his hold on your hair and you slump to floor. He watches you for a moment, lying naked on the floor in front of him, shaking and trying to wipe away the mix of tears and saliva and cum from the rest of your face. He squats down in front of you slides a thumb into your mouth without warning. Instinctively your tongue reaches out and you lick him. He grins and pulls his thumb out with a wet sound then pushes it into his own mouth. He keeps eye contact with you the whole time. To your dismay you watch as his eyes get darker.

He hums. “Not done yet sweetheart. Gotta taste you now.” Before you can react, he loops his hands under your arms and hoists you up. He pushes you against the wall, your already sore cheeks grating into the wooden paneling. He slides two fingers into you from behind and starts pumping, not waiting for your body to adjust. His thumb comes up to your clit, circling it once before grinding into it, pushing down. Your body, sensitive from the cold, begins to respond immediately. He hums as he feels your clit throb under the pad of his thumb and slick start to slide onto his fingers. “So warm and soft,” he murmurs almost to himself. “God, you feel amazing.”

Your body responds to him on its own accord, desperate for a release. In no time at all you feel the tug at your core and the heat pooling deep inside you. You gasp and it urges him on, he curls his fingers, hitting a different spot and you erupt on him, soaking his fingers. Your face is red with embarrassment and shame. But you can’t deny it felt good.

Were you that desperate for him? Or just desperate in general?

“Attagirl.” He massages you through it, then pulls his fingers out and slides them into his mouth. He groans as he sucks on them and closes his eyes, relishing your taste. He pulls his cock out and slides it through your slick folds, gathering lube. He’s already fully hard again and he fists himself behind you with one hand, his other now pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned to the wall. You hear only his moaning and the lewd sounds of his fist sliding along his cock, wet with your own release. In minutes you feel him stiffen behind you and he releases his hold on you.

Before you had the counter to lean over for support, it held your weight. Now there’s nothing. Your tired legs collapse and you sag to the ground again. He sighs in relief behind you and you feel hot liquid spurt against your skin as he cums on your naked body. There’s silence and you turn to see his face. He’s looking down at you with an expression that might be pity or regret. So different from the predatory look he wore earlier. He takes your dress and panties from the wood pile, lifts you up from the ground and sets you down on top of it. He hands you your clothes and tells you to get dressed. He tucks himself in, does his belt as you get dressed in silence. Once you pull your dress down he nods. “Let’s go sweetheart.” You start your walk back up to the house with him leading. You’re trailing a step behind him, staring at his back and still pondering that look you saw on his face.

You’ve just left the woodhouse and you hear a rustle in the woods that butt up against the shack to your right. Your head swivels to it but Joel doesn’t seem to hear. You pause, listening when you hear the bone chilling sounds of a clicker. It lunges from around the corner of the wood house, right behind Joel. On instinct you grab the garden hoe from the wall and swing. The sharp edge stabs into its neck in a whack. Joel turns, whipping his gun out in one fluid motion and shoots without hesitation. A direct hit at this close distant and the clicker falls back, dark blood pouring from the bullet hole in its head, seeping into the dirt. Your garden hoe is still wedged into his neck and it sticks straight up. Joel whips back and he’s gaping at you, surprise written all over his face. You’re panting from the adrenalin and staring down at the clicker at your feet.

The back door of the house bursts open and you turn to see your little brother sprinting across the lawn. His arms are outstretched towards you as he runs. But Joel bends down and catches him before he reaches you. Your chest tightens in fear for a moment, but he sweeps him up and holds his head to close to his chest. “Hey it’s okay buddy. Your sister didn’t get hurt. It was just a misfire; there’s nothing be worried about.” You still haven’t moved, stunned at what you’re seeing as Joel holds your crying brother, soothing him and cradling him to his chest.

You hear shouts from the house. Joel turns his head in your direction. Without meeting your eye he whispers, “Don’t let him see it.” Of course. You quickly step over the clicker, taking your brother in your arms and facing him back towards the house. You see Joel’s men jogging across the yard now. One approaches, panting. “Sorry boss, he heard the gunshot and just took off.”

“’sfine’” he grunts, face in his usual angry scowl again. “Let’s go,” he orders his men and they march ahead of you back to their truck. Joel doesn’t turn back to look at you as he leaves.

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