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Nippy Evenings | Chapter 2: Too Many Stares

📖 read on Ao3 Rating M to E [minors DNI]

Tess x Reader fic | slow burn, enemies to lovers (if you squint), flirting with Tess, vulnerable Tess, eventual smut, reader insert no use of y/n, afab reader, wlw, nblw, bisexual Tess

CW for this chapter - Brief Mention of Past Physical/Emotional Abuse to Reader Character

Chapter 2: Too Many Stares

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You hear muffled voices speaking in the background as you slowly come to. You’re laying on some form of mattress, one that’s definitely seen better days. Like most things in the QZ.

Am I in their apartment? You think to yourself. No way, they’d never let me know where they live. They’re too careful for that. You inadvertently groan from a throbbing pain in the back of your head and the voices stop. You roll onto your side as a pair of boots approaches you.

“Congratulations,” comes Tess’s sarcastic tone, “You weren’t picked up by FEDRA.”

You raise yourself up to look at her face, it seems like her default is deadpan or smirking and you’re starting to like the look of her smirk.

“Thanks,” you say sincerely. Tess is caught off guard by that, but only for a moment. She huffs before walking back over to Joel.

“So,” Joel’s voice is gruff, “What section do you live in?”

“Nope,” is your immediate reply. You slowly sit up and orient yourself in the room.

“Heh, smart girl. But we can’t draw you a map home if we don’t know the general area. Can we?”

You look over to where they’re sitting to find Tess’s eyes on you. You can’t even begin to read her expression but she certainly doesn’t look away. You shift your attention over to Joel and give a vague approximation of the area you live in. As soon as they hear it they turn to look at each other. They don’t say anything but you’d swear they’re having a full conversation.

“God, that's freaky. It’s like y’all are psychic,” you mutter under your breath. They, of course, hear you. Joel grunts out…a laugh? And Tess just turns her focus back to you.

An uncomfortable silence falls over the room as Joel scribbles on a piece of paper and you sit worriedly holding your head.

Tess breaks the quiet, “You’ll be fine. He didn’t hit you that hard.” Her tone is neutral but you could swear you detected a hint of concern.

You chuckle, “It’s okay. My dad hit harder.”

You’re not sure why that’s coming out of your mouth. Maybe you want to be the one to create the awkward silence. As if it can give you some kind of upper ground.

It’s working, though. Joel stops writing and looks up at you. In his eyes you see a flash of concern masking anger. Ah, he probably was a father before all this.

Tess’s façade falls away completely as she stares at you. She is concerned. She glances over at Joel who’s now looking down.

“Don’t worry, he’s not around anymore.” You feel the need to shift the energy in the room back to what it was before.

“Cordyceps get him?” Joel inquires.

“No,” you make eye contact so they know you’re telling the truth, “I did.”

They look - impressed. There’s almost a half smile on Joel's face and Tess looks proud.

Their eyes are too intense for you though and you desperately need some kind of distraction.

“I don’t suppose you have anything strong to drink huh?”

“You got ration cards?” Joel responds which makes you immediately start laughing. You can’t help it. In present circumstances that feels like the wildest thing he could have asked. Tess cocks her head to the side, watching you.

“Seriously? I feel like taking a blow to the back of the head counts as payment.”

Joel’s back to being serious, distancing himself from the friendliness of the conversation.

“Seriously. You want a shot of whiskey, it's 13 rations.” You stare, mouth agape at the two of them. They’re dead serious. The air of the room has, in fact, shifted back to their favor.

You scoff, “Glad to see LA prices survived the apocalypse.” You stand and reach for your bag at the foot of the mattress.

Joel draws his gun on you, “Stop.” You raise your hands and back up out of instinct. “Jesus, I was just going to get the rations.” Your eyes flit between the two of them. You try to break the tension, “Well, now I definitely deserve a discount.”

At that, Joel cocks the gun and looks back at you.

You back into the wall and slide down, afraid he actually might shoot you for being mouthy.

“Sorry,” you manage to whisper, eyes downcast. He uncocks the pistol and sets it back down on the table. He nods at Tess and she walks over to your bag and rummages around. She pulls out 10 rations, making eye contact with you as she closes your bag back up.

“I didn’t agree to a discount,” Joel huffs.

“C’mon she killed her dad,” Tess says as she turns to look at you, “That’s impressive.”

You let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding and lower your hands. Tess pulls out a thermos and pours golden brown liquid into the lid. Her and Joel have another one of their psychic conversations and she gets up to walk over to you.

She stops in front of you holding the cap. “Well. Are you going to stand up?” You feel your stomach flip flop at the weight of her gaze.

“I didn’t know if I was allowed to,” slips out. You two look at each other and Tess’s eyes darken. She slowly reaches the cap toward your mouth. She stops you as you reach to grab it, “Uh-uh. Can’t have you dropping our cap now, sweetheart .”

“Tess,” comes Joel’s voice from the table. A hint of warning present.

You slightly lower your hand but as she raises the drink to your mouth you gently rest your hand on her wrist.

She stops moving before stepping in closer. Her eyes are hungry, like you’re…prey.

The sound of Joel pushing the chair back to stand up breaks the tension.

She just smirks and tips the drink and you, somehow, manage to take the full shot without choking.

“Thanks,” you say as she walks back to the table. Joel remains standing until she’s sitting back down. He shoots you a look that you can’t read and gets back to the map.

You walk back to the bed and lay down, letting the warmth of the whiskey soothe your achy head and warm your body. You inadvertently let out a small sigh as you get (probably too) comfortable.

As you doze off you don’t notice Tess’s gaze soften nor do you hear her quiet, “Shit Joel.” He just smiles and shakes his head. “Careful.”

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psychedelic-ink · 24 days

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ㅤㅤjoel miller x f!reader x tess servopoulos

genre: smut, modern au, minors dni

word count: 2k

summary: you're new to town and tess invites you to go camping with her and joel.

warnings: fmf, threesome, flf dynamics, reader being eaten out for the first time, dirty talk, oral s.ex, cum eating/play, for the sake of this fic let's just imagine they have a very big tent they can actually stand in lmaodfb, things escalate quickly but honestly I just wanted to write some good old smut

a/n: this wasn't originally intended for the amazing @undercoverpena's april showers challenge BUT since I had already written the rain aspect of the fic I thought it would be nice to post this for it 💜

prompt: both/all parties get caught in the rain.

**dividers by @saradika-graphics 💜

Breathing is hard. Walking is hard. Carrying the weight of your backpack is hard.

But, the fresh air, the white clouds above, and the two people you’re with make up for it.

Stopping briefly, you roll your shoulders and stretch, neither of them notice you. Not really. You figure it’s not really important if they do or don’t, it’s not like they’re that much ahead of you, catching up wouldn’t be difficult. You watch them, you must admit, a bit dreamily as they walk the bath they’re clearly so used to walking. You’re still surprised that the seasoned hikers invited you to a camping trip. Tess was the one to approach, she knew you were new and how overwhelming it’s been getting used to the people and the sights. She told you she and Joel would be going on a trip soon and that you should join. And even though your answer had been an eager yes, you were worried about holding them back. Admittedly, you weren’t the most fit and haven’t hiked anywhere in years.

However, your excitement to spend time with not one but both of them had tipped the scale rather harshly. You’ve been harboring a secret crush on both of them, it was hard not to when both of them were charming and witty.

Now, as you walk behind them, you can't help but steal glances at the way Tess effortlessly navigates the trail, her hair swaying with each step. Joel walks beside her, occasionally pointing out interesting plants or landmarks, his backpack seeming almost weightless on his shoulders.

You catch yourself smiling as you imagine what adventures lie ahead on this trip.

You decide to pick up your pace, closing the gap between you and them. As you draw nearer, Tess glances back, her eyes brightening with a genuine smile as she sees you catching up.

"How's the hike treating you?"

You catch your breath and reply, "It's challenging, but I'm enjoying every moment of it."

Joel turns around with a friendly grin. "Glad to hear that. We've got a great spot picked out for camping tonight."

As the three of you continue forward, you feel a surge of excitement. Your legs might be aching, but you can't wait to see where the day takes you all.

Rain.

At first, you thought you were unlucky. You had dreamed of campfire, smores and snuggling underneath the starlight, but with the first lightning strike and drop of water, you thought the two would be agitated, annoyed by the bad weather.

But to your surprise, as the rain began to fall in earnest after setting the tent, Tess and Joel didn't seem bothered at all. In fact, they laughed and exchanged playful looks as they turned their heads up to the sky. Their infectious joy caught you off guard, and despite the downpour, you found yourself smiling too.

Then, unexpectedly, Joel's arm slides around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. A rush of warmth floods through you as his lips brush against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Simultaneously, Tess leans in, her lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. The moment is electrifying, filled with a blend of desire and affection.

Before you know it, Tess and Joel are gently guiding you towards the tent they had set up earlier. The rain continues to pour around you, but inside the cozy confines of the tent, a different kind of heat ignites.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Joel cups both your breasts tenderly from underneath, the wet fabric dampening his skin. You feel Tess’s eyes on your back, observing, taking in the details of the scene before her. Meanwhile, Joel’s gaze is glued to your pebbled nipples, he slowly drags his thumbs over them, your breath catching in your throat. “Does that feel good?”

“It does,” your eyelids flutter, he repeats the movement, drawing circles this time. His eyes flicker up to meet yours.

“So fucked out already,” he hums. “Our pretty little girl, so shy and hungry.”

Tess stands from where she is sitting and circles her arms around your waist, fingers digging into your stomach, she pulls you flush against her. Your stomach bottoms out as you feel the plump flesh of her breasts against your back. Your lips part, you want to kiss her.

You want to kiss her.

You turn your head, chasing her lips with yours, before your eyes close, you see the mischievous curl of her lips. She pulls away and smiles even wider when you whine. “You’re so easy to tease.”

Opening your eyes, you swallow, your body arches when Joel sneaks both hands under your shirt, lifting the fabric, goosebumps raise all over your skin. “Is that a bad thing?” you ask her, voice slightly shaking.

“Not at all princess,” she drags her lips down your neck. “It just makes it even more amusing.”

Your reply gets stuck in your throat as Joel dips down and sucks one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth. He tightly closes his lips around the nub and flicks it with his tongue. Your body jolts, pleasure running through you like the lighting outside. Your head falls over Tess’s shoulder, she lays open-mouthed kisses over your neck, her hands unbuttoning your pants.

“You want him to eat you out?” she breathes into your skin and without looking at either of them you nod. “Have you ever had your pussy eaten out, princess?”

You lick your lips, “No,” you say half ashamed, and swallow. “This’ll be my first time.”

Joel’s tongue stills on your skin and suddenly two hungry eyes come into your view. If you didn’t know better you’d say he looks pissed off. Never breaking eye contact, he continues what Tess started and pushes down your pants along with your underwear, leaving you bare to the chill of the tent. He pushes two fingers between your folds and starts stroking you, you shudder against both of them, and your breath hitches.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he says. “Beg me for it.”

“Please.”

He chuckles darkly, “Oh sweetheart, I ain’t gettin’ on my knees for that. Do better.”

You let out a small gasp as he grips your chin, squeezing lightly. To provide comfort, Tess kisses the back of your neck, however, you can feel her smiling into your skin.

“Please,” you say again. “I want you to make me come, Joel. I want to feel your tongue—I want you to be my first—”

Your lips part for another incoming beg but he’s already sinking to his knees, large hands sliding up and down the back of your thighs. A shudder rolls up your spine. Tess’s hands replace Joel’s, kneading your breasts softly.

His hands finally come between your thighs, gently nudging them so you open wider. You see a flicker of a smile when you do, amused, he drags two fingers between your folds. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.”

“She’s not the only one,” Tess chuckles. “Now get on with it, Miller. I’m impatient.”

He clicks his tongue without retaliating further. You feel the warmth of his breath on your core, and slowly, he presses his lips over your mound, the scratch of his beard making it an exquisite experience. You moan at the touch of his tongue, it moves slowly, circling your clit and going deeper. His nails bite into your skin, the sounds he makes between your legs are downright sinful. Your legs begin to shake.

“Shh it’s okay,” Tess whispers against your cheek. “Just give him a taste and we’ll lay you down, princess. I know you can do it.”

Joel grunts in approval, the timber of the sound making you whimper. His hands slide up to your ass and he squeezes the mounds roughly, pushing you further against his mouth. He licks and sucks, when you feel the bite of his nails against your skin, you finally come undone.

Your knees threaten to give out under you, the only thing holding you upright being the two stunning people consuming you. Tess smiles against your skin, kissing and licking the salt of your skin. Meanwhile, Joel moans rather loudly, licking everything you have to offer as you come, come and come some more. You’ve never felt anything this intense before. The air is knocked from your lungs, your body ice cold yet burning up at the same time.

You’re vaguely aware of Joel standing, the man who was worshipping you between your legs suddenly towering over you. He has a small smile as he leans in, you think he’s going to kiss the slope of your shoulder first but then you hear the soft sounds of two lips coming together. With the corner of your eyes, you see them. Tess and Joel kissing, their tongues sliding into each other's mouth, sharing your taste—

“Fuck,” you whisper, your cunt throbbing. They both smile, lips curving in an almost malicious way. As they break apart, Tess licks Joel’s lips, her eyes find yours.

“Someone’s still hungry for more,” she teases, slowly stripping. “Get on all fours for us, princess.”

You swallow and do as she says. You feel Joel’s large hands cup the mounds of your ass, squeezing tenderly. “Beautiful,” he rasps. “Such a goddamn sight.”

Your back arches into his touch. He drags two thick fingers between your folds as Tess lays down, spreading her legs. Your eyes immediately drop to her center, the soft hair that crowns her pretty pussy. You see her glisten with want and your mouth waters.

“Don’t be shy now,” she smiles. “Have a taste.”

Her fingers curl around the back of your neck and at the same time, you feel the head of Joel’s cock stretching you wide. Your eyes roll as you part your lips, Tess moans loudly when your tongue swirls around her puffy clit. You can’t think straight. Joel buries himself deep holding himself there for a second before pulling back and slamming forward. Your moan into Tess’s cunt, your lips parting away briefly every he pulls himself back.

“Best cunt I’ve ever had,” he grunts through clenched teeth. “How does it feel sweetheart? You enjoyin’ yourself?”

You flatten your tongue against Tess’s folds and moan, your body clenching.

“She is,” Tess answers on your behalf, breathless. “Such a sweet girl letting us use her like this.”

Your eyes close tightly shut, sweat drips down your spine, your body a vessel of pleasure. Every muscle in your body tightens, and you hear both of them groan. You close your lips around Tess’s clit and flick your tongue, her head falls, gushing into your mouth. Joel’s watches intently, his cock pulsing and throbbing, his hand comes against the back of your head and he pushes you further down.

“Good girl,” he growls, the pace of his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Fuck, that’s it, lick her clean.”

Tess moans again, the loud sounds becoming whimpers. You can barely breathe but you don’t care. With one final thrusts you come undone around Joel’s cock, your body squeezing him like a vice.

When the violent shudders of your body become gentle waves, Joel pulls out. Your head falls limply against Tess’s stomach, her hand gently rubbing your neck. A soft gasp leaves you when you see Joel shuffling closer, his cock still hard and glistening. You watch as he strokes himself only mere inches away from your face, the head of his cock an angry shade of red.

You stick out your tongue as he spills himself over your face and Tess’s stomach. Another pulse of pleasure spreads throughout your body. Tess let’s out a deep sigh, gathering some of the come with her fingers, she pushes them between your lips.

“Fuck,” Joel sighs, sitting back on his heels. A small smile forms against your lips as you suck on Tess’s fingers, when she pulls them out, you dip your tongue into the mess over her stomach and swallow every drop.

“Filthy girl,” Tess muses. “And here I’ve been callin’ you princess.”

“Your fault,” you mumble, looking away, your cheeks burn.

Joel leans in, capturing your lips before whispering.

“Don’t pout. You’ll always be our princess.”

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ennabear · 2 months

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vampire!ellie

synopsis: you met ellie in your university’s ancient library, you were just trying to study and ellie couldn’t help but talk to you. it drove her crazy, the scent of your blood. usually, she didn’t even notice the scent on others. she was so used to it that it didn’t bother her anymore. but you were different, sweeter.

cw: kinda like a mix between tlou and twilight, mentions of witchcraft and hanging, vampire!abby being a ladykiller literally, papa vampire!joel, mama vampire!tess, newlyweds vampire!jesse and dina, dina’s transformation, lotsssss of backstory like i seriously couldn’t stop myself from yapping. not proofread sorry :((((((

a/n: i’m definitely gonna make a series out of this. sorry if this is wayyy too long but i have a special place in my heart for vamp!ellie and her sweet vampire family. ok that’s all ily thanks for reading.

wc: 2.2k

you shouldn’t be walking alone at night, really. campus was a sketchy place. a plethora of bad things could happen. you could get kidnapped, jumped, pickpocketed, or, hell, even bitten by a vampire.

the library had the same scent it always did. it smelled like dust and paper. in all honesty, you didn’t prefer it here. although it was beautiful, tall windows lined with stained glass, large bookshelves with every book you’d ever want, every word you could imagine and more, it was just so eerie. something bad was bound to happen here.

anyways, you settled down at the table in the corner. the one farthest away from anyone else. you’d rather be at home right now, studying in bed. it’s only because your roommate invited her stupid boyfriend over that you ended up here. it’s for the better anyway, though, because in bed you wouldn’t get anything done. you’d be too distracted.

you had your priorities written on your palm, the pen now smudged, making it barely readable. writing on your palm was easier, more convenient than a post-it note. but you wrote it down on paper anyways, incase you sweated more of it off before you finished. it wasn’t likely you would, though. the library was freezing, especially in the winter.

the clack of your fingers typing in your laptop password was the only thing to be heard. everyone else was dead silent. this was probably the only thing you liked about the library, everybody agreed on an unspoken rule, make the least amount of noise possible. you got started with completing your essay after shuffling your playlist, determined to finish by the end of the night.

that’s when she saw you.

or, smelled you? your scent was so strong, it hit ellie hard. her vision went dark and splotchy, and she had to grip onto the table for support. her pearly white hands making a dent in the table with how hard she was holding.

you had to be her next meal. she had to find some way to get you alone and suck your veins dry. it scared her, the thoughts she was having. her intentions weren’t to murder you, but she was starving now. you had unknowingly gotten her high on your scent.

she didn’t even know where you were. were you outside? down the hall? in the library? fuck, right next to her? her head was hurting now, really, really badly. but she needed you even worse.

picking up a random book, she used the most brainpower she could to sniff you out. then, she really saw you. headphones in your ears, your hands typing away at something that won’t even matter soon. soon, she’ll have your body in her arms, hopefully in the comfort of her own home. your neck dripping a puddle on the floor as she relentlessly drank from you, your skin growing cold and your lips turning purple.

her docs made silent footsteps across the floor as she walked toward you. this was something ellie learned to master, silence. especially when she went into hunting mode. nobody looked at her as she expertly dodged the creaks in the old wooden floor. nobody saw her coming. especially you. you never saw ellie williams coming.

“hey, is it okay if i sit here?”

“….sorry, what was that?” you scrambled to pause your music.

“can i sit here?”

“oh. yeah, sure. go ahead.”

you went back to typing, not continuing your music incase she wanted to talk. you really hoped she didn’t. you needed to finish your essay. and you weren’t much of a people person either.

“what are you writing?” she asked.

“just an essay, nothing interesting.”

“oh, cool.”

she started reading the book she picked up before sniffing you out. she didn’t bother to look at the title. or read any of the words either. really, she was just staring at it, her mind racing. she needed to come up with something interesting, something to make you like her.

while she stared at the words, you couldn’t help but stare at her. your fingers came to a complete stop as you admired this stranger across from you. she didn’t even introduce herself, how strange. her hair was a dark brown, her eyes black. her face was incredibly smooth. skin paler than ever, she looked as if she was a marble statue, like she belonged in a museum.

and she was reading twilight, of all books. although, you liked the book, it seemed ironic for her, like she was too mature for it. this beautiful stranger was sitting across from you, her eyebrows pulled together in frustration while she chewed on the inside of her cheek. she seemed furious at something, but at the same time, hard to read.

you were almost scared of her, but intrigued above all else.

“do you like that book?” you asked.

“twilight? yeah. it’s okay. i’ve read it a few times.”

“hmm. it’s a classic.”

“it’s not bad. but i’ve read a lot of books. this one doesn’t come close to the others.”

“so you read a lot? how come i’ve never seen you before?”

“i’m usually hiding. i don’t prefer to engage with others if i can help it.”

“yeah, that explains it.”

she got lucky. thank god, if there even is one, that she grabbed a book you knew about. that you started a conversation with her. she thought it was the most stupid book on earth. it was filth, pure mormon fanfiction. and it was completely wrong.

“why are you here so late? it’s almost midnight.” you asked.

“i could ask you the same question.” she responded.

“i have a lot of work i’ve been procrastinating on. if i could choose, i’d be at home. but my roommate’s boyfriend is there and i can’t stand being in the same building as them.”

“i don’t really know why i’m here. i just like to meet new people i guess.”

“i thought you didn’t like talking to people.”

“that’s different. you’re different.”

“how so? you don’t know who i am, and i don’t even know your name.”

she stared at you blankly. you had her trapped. she suddenly realized that maybe you were harder to get than she expected. maybe you wanted to play this game.

“i’m ellie. it’s short for elizabeth but i hate that name. it’s too common, i’m sick of hearing it.”

“elizabeth is beautiful.”

“thanks. you sound like my parents.”

lie. she didn’t know her parents anymore. they had abandoned her hundreds of years ago after suspecting she was a witch because she refused to get married to a man at only seventeen. after a few years, she was hung.

it wasn’t until her new father, joel, took up an investigation of what happened to poor elizabeth. he ended up traveling to their old village and finding her grave after tracing her obituary back to a newspaper published in 1579.

shed been dead for years. joel was the one who brought her back to life. he injected his venom into her long rotten arms and took her in for the seven years it took for her to come back fully. he saved her. he taught her how to walk, how to speak, how to hunt. joel miller was her new father.

joel used to be a police officer. in 1712, he ran into a poor woman, bleeding and begging for his help. claiming that her husband had turned to satan and was now possessed. the woman had been bitten, she eventually would turn into ellie’s mother, tess. joel got bitten too. all three of them spent the next years as newborns in that small cabin, feasting on whoever was unfortunate enough to wander by.

the woman’s husband didn’t survive. he was caught by a clan of christians and burned alive, leaving just joel and tess, who couldn’t help but fall in love. they adopted more kids before and after ellie too.

abigail was the first. she was living alone in the appalachian mountains, feasting on whoever wandered after sundown. leading poor girls, desperate for a good time, into her bed and then eating them whole. abigail often hung out at lesbian bars. the girls who went home with her never came back. a bartender joked with her about this once, the bartender didn’t come back, either.

joel heard about abigail through the only other coven that lived in washington. they said she was a monster, a relentless murderer trapped in a goddesses body. that she could hold the whole world on her shoulders but couldn’t refrain from eating innocent girls who were cheating on their husbands.

abby and ellie were never really good friends, but they tried. abby preferred to keep to herself. usually either reading or climbing a mountain with her bare hands. and she refused to find a long-term lover. ellie was almost the opposite. she preferred more modern things, like making music and fast cars. and she loved to flirt with girls.

jesse came after ellie. he was born more recently, in 1878. he was dying of a disease nobody knew about. they didn’t have the right knowledge or technology to save him, so they quarantined him in a hospital room until he died. he didn’t, though. joel saved his life. the hospital staff were horrified after seeing the blood stained floor, the splatters over the walls, and more importantly, the fact that jesse’s body was nowhere to be found.

jesse had a wife now, named dina. she met him in 1983 at a prestigious fashion school. jesse had already been to tons of colleges. neither of them aged. they never changed. they were all trapped. after studying medicine, law, physics, engineering, and marketing, he wanted a change.

that’s when he met dina. she was a beautiful woman, deep tan skin, dark eyes, long black hair and eyelashes. and she had such a knack for fashion. jesse was in love, it took him a long while before he came clean to dina about who he was. she was so in love with him too, she didn’t mind it, and she certainly wasn’t scared. dina was never scared of anything.

so they got married. and the night after their wedding, they flew to a private island joel owned for their “honeymoon”. aka, dina’s transformation. they were gone for almost three years. jesse kept a journal of everything that happened to her.

july 12, 1989. i did it. i held her so gently in my arms and sank my teeth into her neck. she was screaming, i know she was in pain, but she’ll never admit it. before she fell asleep, i drank a few of her tears and then closed her eyes. she’ll be twenty six for the rest of her life, until the earth stops spinning. i hope she can forgive me.

december 31, 1989. joel, i got your letter. she’s been doing okay. i can’t stop looking at her, her perfect curves and her deep brown hair. i think it was for the better that i took her dress off before we started, she designed it, it was so beautiful. i know she’d get upset about the red staining the expensive white satin. it’s still here, waiting for her. the year is about to end, we still have quite a few months until she awakes. i’m scared. not of her, of myself. am i a murderer? did i, a cold-blooded demon, destroy a perfect, innocent life? will she remember me?

august 27, 1990. it’s been over a year. nothing, but i know it’s coming. i’ve been holding her head on my lap, stroking her hair. i haven’t moved from this position in three months. she is so beautiful. i redressed her in the outfit she designed for this occasion, it suits her well. a part of me regrets this decision. i wish i could grow old with her, maybe have kids someday. sit on the porch while or grandchildren play in the yard. her eyes wrinkling with the smile she always flashes me. this will never happen. it’s just a dream.

november 16, 1990. she is awake. so much screaming. she’s in pain. won’t even look at me. she is thirsty. will bring her some bird blood to quench her thirst.

november 21, 1990. she only sits and stares at a wall, rocking back and forth. her eyes are white now. don’t know if she is okay. or if she will survive. her throat burns. if she goes, i go.

february, 1991. don’t know what day it is, she has calmed down. she didn’t remember anything at first. not me, not her name, nothing. she remembers now, though. hopefully we can come home this year. i still don’t know if i trust her enough around people. if she is caught, she’ll be burned. if she goes, i go.

may 18, 1991. traveled to a near by island. i taught her how to swim, she loves it. she’s so surprised that she can hold her breath infinitely. she is so beautiful, it’s like falling in love with her all over again. there were people at the island, it was a small village. they were kind, but we had to leave early. i don’t want to push her limits, but she did exceptionally well.

october 4, 1991. on our way home. starting this life forever with her. i hope she can forgive me.

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Pointless - Abby Anderson

Picture by cowboycomet on pinterest!

-> Summary: you and Abby had a rocky relationship, always bickering and taking breaks. You’re sick of it, and one night she tried to call you out for lying to her.

“I wanted to be your woman, I wanted to be your man. I wanted to be the one that you could understand.”

Send requests! masterlist !!

-> warnings: cheating, toxic relationship, sensitive subjects? Alcohol usage, strong language, arguing, 1k words, rushed soz guys bare w me

You shut your front door, your girlfriend eyeing you from your apartment living room. You smile drunkly at her as you walked sloppy over to her.

You kiss her cheek and try to hug her, but before you can get too close she’s shoving you away. Her muscles flex as she looks down at you disgustedly.

“Where have you been?” She asked, mother-like. You gulp and avoid her impaling gaze.

“To my parents house,” you lie, “dads birthday.”

She knows you’re lying, she knows your dads birthday isn’t until another four months. She cringed at how stupid you thought she was. She walked out to the kitchen, you following behind her and sobering up with every step.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” She seethes.

“When have I ever lied to you?” You yell at her strongly, your hands coming to grip the kitchen counter in anger. After everything she had put you through, she had no right to be acting like this.

“When have you ever told the truth?” She interrogated your further, now accusing you. You hated how she painted you as an evil person. You didn’t have a cruel bone in your body until she placed them there.

“You’re playing that game?” You laughed, your head spinning, “how many times have I forgiven you, Abby, for fucking lying to me?”

“You’re fucking insufferable.” Abby stated firmly, “this is why I don’t like being around you.”

“You make me miserable, Abby.” You laughed. Your eyebrows were raised at the shock of her audacity. It was dark out, and you’d just gotten in from a night out with your friends. Clearly, she knew that.

Maybe you were a bit drunk, but if Abby had came with you she would be too. You couldn’t count the amount of lies Abby had told you on both hands, just within the last couple months.

“Yes! All you do now is get drunk and fuck me off for your friends!” She yelled, her voice strained as she found herself yelling too often recently. You rolled your eyes and you could almost see steam coming from Abby’s ears.

“So it’s okay when you do it, but when I do it I’m the worst person ever?” You screamed at her, your fist colliding with the fridge door. You looked at her with bloodshot eyes and watched as she huffed.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed.” Abby sighs as she picks up a cold bottle of water, the plastic almost crumpling under her heavy grip. She was unable to accept responsibility for her actions.

“Oh so you’re just going to leave and avoid the problem, again? This is your problem, Abby, you always expect me to chase after you!”

You watch her walk out, your elbows resting on the kitchen island. You laid your head in your hands, forcing the salty tears to stay in your eyes. Deep down you knew this relationship was over even before it started.

You still remember when you arrived home after a long day at work, wanting to relax, and found Abby upstairs with your best friend. Your heart shattered, but not enough for you to say no the next time she came crawling back.

Before you realised it, hot tears were rolling down your cheeks, dripping onto the counter from your chin. You were lost, with no idea where to go.

You heard the creaking of the floorboards and turned your neck to look. Abby walked towards you, her eyes blood shot, with a pitiful look plastered onto her face that you knew was fake.

You put your head back into your hands after wiping remaining tears from your cheeks. You couldn’t even look at her. You felt her strong arms wrap around your waist and tensed at the feeling.

“I’m sorry, baby, I love you.” She whispered, kissing your earlobe gently her demeanour was completely altered into someone you hadn’t seen in ages.

You push her arms off of you, “don’t, Abby, please don’t do that.”

You sighed, her eyebrows creasing as she trapped you between her arms. Her lips came to your neck, and if you were the same person you were eight months ago you would’ve let her continue.

“Abby, stop it. Stop it. You’re being mean!” You push her arm, making her lose her hold on the counter, and walk into the living room, the bend of your thumbs in your eyes. A part of you hoped you could poke them out.

She followed you in, wanting nothing more than to just lay down in bed and forget about it. You couldn’t do that this time, you felt used and abused at this point.

You pull on your jacket and your shoes, sniffling as you grab your car keys. Abby’s jaw falls opened at the sight of you leaving.

“Where the fuck are you going?” She wonders, following you to the door frame. You walk into the apartment corridor, “It’s one in the morning!”

“Don’t do this, please don’t walk out the door.” Abby pleaded again. Your back is turned to her, you knew looking at her face would kill you.

“I can’t stay, Abby,” you cried, “every night you spent with other girls, lying to me, and ignoring me are nights that I spent wondering why I loved you.”

You could hear a sob pull from Abby’s throat. You’d never seen her cry before, at least not over you. It almost made you feel worthless, not worth crying over.

“Please,” she calls as you take a step, “I can’t lose you.”

This time you turn around to her. Her dark grey shirt had spots of black from where her tears had fallen, and her nose was red. You assumed you looked the same, you knew your eyes always got puffy when you cried.

“You already have.”

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OKAY OKAY HEAR ME TF OUT Y’ALL🗣

nsfw tess hcs…

Tess servopoulos nsfw hcs

A/N- ANON BESTIE THE WAY I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO GIVE ME AN EXCUSE TO GET THESE THOTS FROM MY MIND. OFF TO HORNY JAIL WE GO. The way I again pushed back posting the one shots cause I saw this and had to get it out of my head lmao. Couple of these are repeated from my other hcs list.

Honestly might double post today with a one shot later too. Or if I can contain myself I’ll post the one shot tomorrow

warnings- obvs these are nsfw I wasn’t too explicit. But still. 18+ pls girls and gays.

Reminder as with all hcs these are my ideas so if you don’t like them/find them ooc, sorry. But. Everyone sees characters different

Masterlist

• we’re starting off with the obvious and one I’ve already mentioned. She’s. A mf. Top.

• she’s so talented with those hands of hers. She can have you a complete babbling mess in literal minutes. She knows all the spots that make you melt.

• did I mention she’s good with her hands? She knows the exact spot inside of you to abuse when she wants to make it last and tease you to the edge over and over again. Or have you coming on her fingers in minutes.

• soft dom vibes. She likes being in charge and very very rarely will give that control up to you but she’s never too rough. She’d never want to hurt you.

• though you do serve as a wonderful outlet for her after particularly stressful drop offs. When all she wants to do when she gets home is pin you down on the closest surface and eat you out until her jaw aches which she’s also really fucking good at.

• she’s not one for PDA so you were shocked to find out she’s actually quite the exhibitionist. Pinning you against a wall in some back alley in the zone and fucking you with her fingers, hand clamped over your mouth so no one hears you, having to hold you up because your legs are shaking, whispering praise in your ear “ good girl nice and quiet “

• praise kink. Praise. Kink. She will shower you with praise.

• “ atta girl “ “ good girl keep looking at me “ “ eyes on me “ “ doing so good for me “

• honestly I think she’d much prefer giving than receiving. But sometimes when she’s super stressed and drained, she’ll let you relax her.

• she has a thing for eye contact. She loves having your eyes locked right on hers when you come, she thinks you look prettier than ever.

• hickeys. Everywhere. She may not be one for much PDA but she does like it to be known that you’re off the market. You’re hers. She’ll mark you everywhere, your neck, your chest, your thighs. And she’ll walk around with you proudly with them on display.

• she likes tying your hands, leaving you helpless whilst she teases you mercilessly. She likes the power. She loves watching you squirm.

• like really. She loves the power. She loves the control she has over you.

• THIGH RIDING. She loves watching you grind on her thigh to get off, loves the wet patch you leave on her jeans, tight grip on your hips as she guides you through it

• finally. Dare I say… gun kink. Knife kink. HEAR ME OUT

• cool metal trailing over your cunt before she eats you out, gun to your head whilst you grind on her thigh. Never hurting you and knowing she never ever would. But loving the power.

#I’m so fuckin feral for this woman it’s insane #tess servopoulos #tess servopoulos x reader #smut #anna torv #other characters for exposure:#Joel miller #Ellie Williams #the last of us #tlou #tlou hbo #tess tlou #headcannon #Tess x reader #lesbian #lgbt #x fem!reader

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My Joel Miller fics recs from 2023

I’ve planned to do this since before Christmas, but life caught me up, so that's why I'm here rushing to finishing this before the reveillon party. 2023 was a very tough year for me, in different ways, and this stories were my refuge and my balm during good times and bad times, so this was the way I found to honor all these incredible authors who made my life better this year.

To the authors: you guys are the most amazing and sweet people ever, I know that I'm not active as other readers and I don't reblog your works enough - and I'm sorry for that, I wish I could shower you with the praises you guys deserve.

Hope this will make up for all the comments and reblogs that I haven't give.

And to the readers who find this recs: most of these stories are series and most of them has age gap and are Joel Miller x fem/afab!reader. I won't put warnings from each fic because it would be a too long post, so click the link and read the author's warnings in each before you start to read - I'm afraid to get into fandoms because of people who give shit to authors, so please, don't be this kind of person.

Someday I'll make a part 2 of other stories that caught me up this year.

That all being said, thank you @morning-star-joy @hier--soir @frannyzooey @joelsgreys @fuckyeahdindjarin @the-ginger-hedge-witch @eupheme @bageldaddy @covetyou @theidiotwhowritesthings @atinylittlepain @imtryingmybeskar @ezrasbirdie

A stranger's heart without a home (complete)

Summary: A one night stand that later becomes a secret affair – or masterpiece of literature – all the poets and great writers ran so Doni could walk.

This is my favorite fic of all times, forever! I read and re-read it so much that I can’t even count how many times I’ve had read it, it’s my 100% comfort fic. Enemies to lovers is my favorite trope, and the way @morning-star-joy developed here it’s perfection in the most pure way.

It’s Joel on his Jackson era and it’s a perfect character development from both sides, how to people who prefer to deal things on their own learn to rely on someone else.

I also highly recommend But you know the killer doesn't understand, which it’s on-going Joel x fem! Reader also post-Outbreak in Jackson, but it’s different and addicting as ASHWAH.

A Lover’s Pinch (on-going)

Summary: a one night stand (do I have a pattern?) at the bar turns to be so much more when you discover that your fling it’s your professor at university.

The professor x student trope might be cliché for some, and by the very brief summary that I wrote above may sound like Pretty Little Liars, but @hier--soir works with those elements and creates something beyond amazing, it is like contemplate a work of art at a museum, but much better.

I’m very much obsessed with this story, that’s why I reread it with more and more frequency.

Can’t even mention the references in this story – it’s truly enriching, it makes all better, truly.

Plus: the playlist it’s amazing!!!!

Short Days, Long Nights (on-going)

Summary: Remnants of a band travelers, you and Joel find a cabin in the woods - what would be the problem with staying?

I’m crazy about this one, it’s my true love and it had 3 or 4 chapters when I started and now we’re heading to chapter 17, blessed be @frannyzooey for sustaining us with this preciosity for so long.

I'm a sucker for when there's one character (Joel) reluctant for his feelings, and if the story was only about this, I would be perfectly glad too with, too. BUT Kelli it's a genius, an amazing writer, giving me all that I didn't even knew I wanted.

It's fluff, with smut from the highest quality - with some tense moments, wich turns everything more addicting.

A Safe Haven (on-going)

Summary: Joel's quickly drawn to the vet of Jackson - even knowing she's married. Will this affair thrive? Or there's more underneath of the vet's story? (Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry for this lame summary, but I refuse to copy from your masterlist and I’m also rushing to finishing this rec today).

I was bought on the infidelity trope and the drama that comes with it. It would still be a nice story, but @joelsgreys it’s so much fucking talented that she wrote the most beautiful thing ever!

It has tooth roting fluff, drenching panties smut and heartstopping angst! All perfectly written and balanced.

I also love how Ellie it's also a crucial character for the couple's history and I really adore how she's attached to Peach.

Special mention to Fall Into Temptation and Strawberry, that lived rent free in my mind since I've read those.

Seams (on-going)

Summary: Joel pays visit to Jackson's seamstress after a trouble with his too-tight jeans – and it's only heaven from that on, won't say more.

Now I call @fuckyeahdindjarin ✨Queen of the Build Up✨ and that's because the way Cee builds up the sexual tension between characters it's undescribable.

Cee is such an excellent writer, not only in Seams but on other stories too she's gives a rich description of details that makes the reading flow better, it's like knowing you looking at gem stone.

Breakout (complete)

Summary: Boxer!Joel AU when he has to train a fuckboy who happens to date a sweet little thing.

Well I'm a fan from @the-ginger-hedge-witch for a while, she wrote one of the best Javier Peña fics ever (which turned into a book and that's fucking A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!) and other amazing stories, but this one got me hooked so bad.

Clearly I have a pattern because I LOVE when there is an obstacle for the characters to stay together, in this case, a relationship (I already spoiled that her boyfriend sucks, but I don't think it's spoils the story development) and Ren just atests she's a wonderful writer - now book writer, blessed be her 🙏🏻

And the idea of Joel using his fists it's already apealing, am I right?

I also recommend Friendly Fire, that I love just for knowing that in this, Ren envisioned an Aries character for reader - but also the premise of the story is great, too.

In The Woods Somewhere (complete)

Summary: living alone in a cabin at the apocalypse gets less dull when a teenager appears with a handsome injured man.

I've read this since a while, but it marked me. @eupheme created such tenderness between the characters - they know he and Ellie can't stay, which makes the affair even more apealling.

I’ll know It when I see it (on-going)

Summary: Joel as a porn star in its golden era who meets Lucky, a rising star in porn - chemestry goes beyond the cameras.

@bageldaddy deserves all the shout out forever because this here it's golden. They're both are porn stars and I could be hot just for this, but of course there's feelings involved - and the way they struggle to fight against these it's what makes this story even more perfect. Shout out to the one shot Sundown, as well, it’s completely wonderful.

Something wretched about this (complete)

Summary: Joel Miller it's a self appointed pharmacist in the QZ, and fucks you when you don't have how to pay for your father's medicine

Whoring yourself for meds sounds bad? In this story it's hot af! It's filthy, each chapter explores different sexual practices and it's THE. BEST. THING. IN. THE. WORLD!!!

@covetyou it's the most blessed being for writing a perfection like this, seriously. I loved every single chapter of this, loved Joel being an asshole and a slut. I can't tell enough how much joy this story has brought me. And lo it's better than Santa, because she provides christmas gifts for the nice and naughty, with Freeze-thaw (smut with fluff) and Baubles (smut with FILTH) - I can't die before I try the balldo, I didn't even knew this, didn't think that this could be possible - but happily it is, and this one shot it's perfect in every aspect.

Take Care of You (on-going)

Summary: Joel it's a sugar daddy in this AU and appears in your life to make all better 👀 He doesn't charges for the sexual part of the arrangement, but he's irresistible - so what will you do?

The ideia of a sugar daddy it's extremely appealing to me because that's all I wanted, you know? Some rich hot guy telling me I don't need to work and paying everything to me - that's living! Okay jk, but I started reading this when things caught up badly at work, so it was a sweet refuge.

@theidiotwhowritesthings it's the perfect writer! It's the perfect slow burn that makes you thirst for more and more!

Apothecary (complete)

Summary: Summary: Joel falls in love with the "witch" from Jackson and it has its perks and struggles.

I LOVE Practical Magic, it's one of my favorites witch movies so to read something inspired on that it's great -but @atinylittlepain it's such a wonderful, talented, amazing writer - so we were all blessed with this masterpiece.

It has fluff, angst, smut - stupid people being scared about what they don't understand and etc. It's very sweet, Joel also doesn't understands about her, but can't help being drawn. And Ellie it's a natural, their relationship here, how they grow to be a family ... it's utterly sweet. Special mention to Only Lovers Left Alive (another movie that I LOVE), The Heyloft and the masterpiece Down to The Ankles (it's perfection and it's inspired in Bones and All, other film that I truly love).

Come home (on-going)

Summary: when you've lost everything and everyone, you reach to Jackson - and meets a ruggedly handsome who you can't help being drawn to.

I've read this for a while, as well, but I still think about this story often. It's a slow burn - which I love (in case you haven't noticed from the stories listed above) - and it's so sweet, the blossom of a friendship that turns to more, their relationship with Ellie ... It's been a while since it was uptaded and I hope @imtryingmybeskar it's okay, because this story it's lovely and I really wish to see and ending for them.

Catalyst

I'm gonna just summarize that it's a threesome with Joel and Frankie Morales from Triple Frontier, that's it - if that ain't reason enough for you to read, idk man.

I didn't even knew that I wanted it, that I needed it - until I read it. I find threesomes hot af, but I don't tend to enjoy when it's with characters that I love too deeply - don't ask me why - but in THIS ONE, GOD FUCKING DAAAAAMN!

It has filth, of course, but there's also fluff - which I find inevitable when it's about Frankie. In the chapter Here, especially, @ezrasbirdie builds perfectly of the struggles that I imagine for a threeway relationship, reading it was sad, hot and lovely.

Hope all the links work, 'cause I don't have time to check now 🙃

Sorry if my comments felt weird, if I forgot to mention something, as I've said above, I intend to make a part 2 of recs someday soon (hopefully).

I wish everyone a happy new year 🎆🥂🎇

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Not my fault - ONESHOT

Joel Miller x Platonic!reader, Tess Servopoulos x Platonic!reader (stepdaughter)

Word Count: 1,5K

Warning: violence, mention of bullying, mention of death, mention of firearms

She knew that this time she was in a lot of trouble, her father wouldn't let it go. She had been in the room since the time she got home from school, waiting for the time of death, when Joel arrived.

She heard her father's hard footsteps coming up the stairs and felt butterflies in her stomach. Joel opened her bedroom door without knocking but didn't enter.

— Go down to the living room now. — he ordered, not even looking at her face properly, then went downstairs again.

Taking a deep breath, she left the room and went downstairs, seeing Joel and her stepmother Tess sitting on the couch. She stood in the middle of the room, silently, looking at the floor.

— And then? Won't you tell me what you did today? — Joel asked, she felt the acidity of sarcasm in his voice.

Scratching the skin around her nails, she felt her stomach revive and continued to look at the floor.

— I got into a fight at school, Tess came to pick me up. — she pursed her lips.

— Ah, so in addition to hunting for trouble at home, you hunt at school too. — Joel stood up and approached her. — You're not going to keep acting like that, not under my roof.

— Joel... — Tess tried to intervene, but Joel waved his hand at her to stop.

— You need to learn what respect is. You're going to apologize to Tess for treating her the way you treated her all this time, and tomorrow you're going to apologize at school to the person you fought with. — he lifted her chin with his hand.

She started pulling the skin around her nails hard.

— No. — she said.

— I didn't ask what you wanted, I said you will do it.

— Joel, stop, this isn't going to solve anything. — Tess intervened again and also got up from the couch, but did not approach them.

— Apologize to Tess, now. —Joel continued.

— I already said no. — she raised her voice a little.

Joel took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he tried to remain calm, Tess swallowed hard, she knew that recently the situation at home was not good, that's why he was quite stressed, but he normally wasn't like that.

— This is the second time this month that Tess has had to go to school because you got into a fight, she has no obligation to sort out the stupid things you do. — Joel continued.

— You're right, she has no obligation to go. She doesn't have to go because she's not my mother! — she breathed heavily. — She's doing your job, because you've become such an asshole since mom died.

— Watch your mouth. — Joel warned.

— You don't even know why I keep getting into fights, you don't even care! You keep talking to me as if I were an adult, I'm not even seventeen yet. — She felt her eyes moist. — Everything I do is my fault, right?

— I never said it's your fault.

— Forcing me to apologize when you don't even know what happened. You put a substitute to be my mother because you never here!

— Enough.

— I can never count on you, never, I'm tired of it. — she clenched her fists.

— I said that's enough. — Joel breathed heavily and turned his face away.

— It's not my fault you're a shitty father-

The impact was so strong that her face turned violently, she almost fell to the ground, but stumbled backwards. It took a fraction of a second for her to realize: Joel slapped her, a hard slap.

She placed her hand on the left side of her face, which now burned, and looked wide-eyed at Joel. She saw Tess also widen her eyes and put herself between her and Joel.

— Joel, enough!

She looked at her father with wet eyes and saw the shock and regret on his face, she ran past him and Tess and up the stairs, into the room and locked the door.

She heard Tess's raised voice from downstairs, then a few minutes later she saw the doorknob being turned and Joel's muffled voice.

— Sweetheart, open the door, please.

She stifled a sob and looked at herself in the mirror on top of the dresser. The skin that had been hit was red and burned. She ignored Joel's calls and lay down on the bed, quickly falling asleep.

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The next morning, she got ready to go to school but only left her room when she was sure that Joel had left for work.

Taking a deep breath she went down the stairs, craned her neck towards the kitchen, saw Tess finishing taking the dishes, turned around again and was almost out the door when she heard her stepmother's voice.

— Hey, you're late, do you want me to take you?

— Oh, no, I'm going on foot, but thanks. — she turned again, then took a deep breath and looked at Tess again. — I'm sorry, for everything, I mean.

— Ah, you don't need to-

— No, Tess, I'm sorry, I was an asshole, dad was right about that part. You've been really nice since you came to live here, I really appreciate it.

Tess gave her a smile, then nodded toward the door.

— You better run, you're late.

She smiled at Tess and ran, literally.

She was in her third class when she was called to the principal's office. She frowned and walked there, the secretary told her to come in and she swallowed hard when she saw her father there, in a heated conversation with the director.

— What's going on? — she asked, the director indicated that she sit in the chair in front of his desk, next to Joel.

— Your father and I are debating your latest... arguments here at school, miss Miller.

— No, we are discussing the fact that my daughter is being bullied and the school does nothing about it, just notifies us when she defends herself. — Joel raised his voice.

— Mr. Miller, school is a place of learning and communication, we don't resolve things with violence here. — the director said.

— Apparently you don't resolve it with communication either. My daughter was bullied and had to resort to violence because the school didn't do anything.

— We can't resolve things that quickly, the students you say bullied your daughter have a good record, and it is not proven that they bullied her. — the director leans across the desk.

— That's great then, until you resolve it she will continue to break the face of anyone who makes fun of her. My daughter is no one's court jester, I didn't raise her for this, if she is laughed at then they will come home with a black eye or a sore jaw, and you can notify me all you want about her behavior, I know that she did what she did to defend herself. — his nostrils were flared again.

She listened to everything in silence, turning her face every time one of them spoke, it felt like a ping-pong match.

Joel got up from his chair and she got up too.

— Thank you for your time. — Joel said sarcastically, walked to the door and opened it forcefully.

She followed him out, closing the door quickly.

— Get your things, let's go home. — her father said and she ran back to the classroom, put her notebook and pencil case in her backpack and threw it over her shoulders, running back outside, seeing Joel waiting for her in the parking lot, leaning on the truck.

He got into the truck, she got in right away, placed her backpack on her lap and fastened her seat belt.

They were silent. She could still feel her face sore from the previous night's slap.

— I apologize. —Joel began. — I should never have raised my hand to you, I didn't teach you anything using violence. You were just afraid of me, when you are afraid, you don't have respect.

She picked at her bruised cuticles.

— My face still hurts. - she said.

Joel's eyes softened and he reached out, stroking her sore face.

— There's a gun in the closet standing in the garage, if I ever raise my hand to you again, I want you to shoot me.

She giggled and looked at him.

— Okay.

— Listen, you should give Tess a chance, she likes you and has taken great care of both of us. — he continued.

— Yeah, I know. I already apologized to her.

Joel sighed contentedly and started to leave the parking lot.

— Let's watch baseball and eat snacks.

— Can I drink beer with you? — she cheered up.

— No.

#joel miller x platonic!reader #joel tlou #joel miller #x reader #fem reader #tess servopoulos

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elliesspacewalker

daily click for palestine・ masterlist ・ boundaries + rules ・

about me: I am a 19 year old from Germany!

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softe-blush · 1 year

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Joel x Tess x Reader Drabble - Just a Happy Crush

You and a friend sat down outside on a nice day in Jackson, peeling some veggies for the communal dinner later. You were both chatting happily as you did your chore, and soon enough, Joel and Tess Miller became the topic of discussion.

"What do you think of the Millers?" Your friend asked.

"Oh, they've always been super nice to me!"

As luck would have it, Joel and Tess were walking up behind you right as you spoke.

"Everybody thinks they're pretty mean and ruthless, which I don't disagree with... but we also have to admit— they’re both hot as fuck."

As you rambled on about your little crush on the Millers, Tess and Joel smirked behind you as they eavesdropped on the whole conversation.

"I can definitely take them, but not in a fight, if you know what I mean~" you giggled, but your friend was dead silent, as the currently-smirking Millers in question were standing right behind you, as you kept peeling your veggies.

“Ah, imagine how embarrassing it’d be if they were with me right now. The first time I ever admit to having crushes, and the crushes in question heard all about it! A cruel twist of fate. I would personally never emotionally recover from that.” You giggled.

"Well that's one way to find out that someone has a lil’ crush on us. Seems we’ve still got it, huh Joel?” Tess chuckles. Joel is trying to not crack up.

Your heart was caught in your throat. "Was that an auditory hallucination… or are they right behind me?" You looked to your friend, who was silent... And tilted their head in the Millers' direction. A bright blush was creeping up on your cheeks.

Joel chuckles. "That's right, just keep doing what you're doing. No need to worry about the old couple right behind you here, huh?" He can't help himself and breaks out laughing.

You turn around slowly as if you were in a horror movie, and the killers were right behind you. "H.... Heeyyyy guyyysss...

Your friend just high-tailed it out of there as you turned your attention to the Millers, without a second thought.

“Hey, where the hell are you going?! You’re gonna owe me for skipping out on your chores, ya bastard!” You scolded, as they almost tripped when they ran away. You sat back down, and you felt a finger trace the nape of your neck, sending a shiver up your spine. You turned back around, and found the couple mischievously smirking down at you.

They thought the way the tips of your ears turned red was real cute… Tess and Joel began to wonder... How much more can they tease you if your reactions are this interesting, from just the slightest contact from either of them? They silently agreed… they were gonna have some fun with you today.

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sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts · 15 days

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𝙎𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙢 | sᴏᴜᴘ

Read part one here - Squirm...

screencaps and gifs : @din-jarring they are amazing, literally brainwashes me every single time she posts, love you pook 🫶🏻

Pairing: dark!Raider!Joel Miller x dark!Raider!Tommy Miller x dark!Raider!Tess Servopoulos x fem!reader

Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, BLOOD, UNprotected sex wrap it before you tap it kids,food, hunger, kidnapping, degradation, praise, mean!Joel, toxic!Joel, mean people, toxic people, fear, waterboarding (with soup), choking, gagging, talks of sex, talks of anal sex, voyeurism, being held down, ripping off clothes, groping, kissing, spanking, crying, begging, masturbation M and F, Death threats, Guns, Gun insertion (mouth and vaginal), stripping, cum, cum description, hand jobs, blowjobs, orgasm,cum play kinda, THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

Summary: Caught and brought to a new place you meet new faces and feelings.

WC: 4.2K

A/n : Sorry, I was a little late to post pt 2, but enjoy 🫶🏻

He had brought you to a house that barely felt like a home, its cold and unwelcoming atmosphere, a stark contrast to any sense of familiarity. The faces inside offered no solace, just a chilling reminder of your isolation from the man who had violated you. You pushed away thoughts of the horrifying event, trying to focus instead on the bowl of soup before you. Hunger gnawed at your insides, but the thought of not nourishing yourself felt like a silent protest against your dire circumstances.

Seated beside you was the man who had taken you, his presence a constant source of discomfort and fear. It struck you suddenly that you didn't even know his name, adding to the weight of your unease. To your left sat a woman with long brown hair, older than you and marked by scars. You stole glances around the table, avoiding prolonged eye contact with anyone. In the midst of the bustling room, a man's striking resemblance to your captor left you feeling unnerved. You resisted the urge to dwell on the chilling familiarity, instead turning your attention elsewhere.

As you sat there, wrestling with your own inner turmoil, your captor's impatience grew palpable. "What's the matter with you? Why aren't you eating?" he demanded, his voice sharp with irritation.

You flinched at his tone, feeling his eyes bore into you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "I-I'm not hungry," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Not hungry?" he repeated, his voice rising with anger. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly.

Pain shot through you, and you couldn't suppress a gasp of pain as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. "Joel, calm down," the woman beside you interjected, her voice firm but gentle. "You don't want to scare the girl too badly."

Joel's grip on your hair loosened slightly, but his anger still simmered beneath the surface. "Fine," he growled, releasing you with a shove that sent you reeling. "But don't think you can defy me and get away with it."

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your trembling hands as you reached for the spoon, your appetite vanishing in the face of Joel's wrath. It was just another reminder of the power he held over you, a reminder that escape seemed increasingly impossible.

Joel's anger seemed to intensify with each passing moment, his frustration boiling over as he glared at you. "Eat!" he barked, his voice echoing through the room.

Trembling, you forced yourself to take a spoonful of the bitter soup, struggling to swallow it down past the lump in your throat. The taste was nauseating, but you dared not refuse, knowing the consequences would be dire.

As the man who resembled your captor, Joel, leaned in closer, a chill ran down your spine. His eyes bore into yours, filled with an intensity that made your blood run cold. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice sharp and demanding.

Panic surged within you as you struggled to find the right words. You glanced around the table, seeking a lifeline, but found only unfamiliar faces staring back at you. Joel's twin sat across from you, watching the tense exchange with keen interest.

He noticed your fear. "I'm Tommy. What's your name?"

Feeling the weight of Joel's wrath bearing down on you, you stammered out a response, your voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'm..." After Joel yelled at you, you gave him your name, hoping to appease him in some way.

Joel's eyes narrowed as he watched you, a dangerous glint in his gaze. "It's not hard to behave, is it?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Now eat your soup and stay quiet."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you obediently brought the spoon to your lips, forcing yourself to swallow another mouthful of the bitter concoction. Each swallow felt like a battle against the rising tide of fear and revulsion.

As you struggled to maintain your composure under Tommy's scrutiny, a sudden text message from the woman beside you caught you off guard. "What's your plan for her?" it read, and before you could react, Joel shot you a smirk.

"Well, Tess..." he drawled, leaning back in his chair. "I fucked her in the van, and the damn thing bled so much she was probably a virgin. But you see, she's real tight in the pussy. I wonder how tight she is in the ass.”

The crude words sent a wave of horror coursing through you, and you felt your heart pound in your chest. The laughter that erupted from the rest of the table only added to your sense of dread.

"NO!" you cried out, unable to contain your fear and revulsion any longer.

Ignoring your protest, Joel turned to his men with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Leave. All of you, except Tommy and Tess," he commanded, his voice cold and commanding.

The men exchanged glances before filing out of the room, leaving you alone with Joel, Tommy, and Tess. The tension in the air was palpable, and you had a nagging feeling that something bad was about to happen.

With a cruel grin, Joel grabbed your arm roughly, his grip like a vise as he forced the bowl of soup to your lips. "Drink it," he growled, his breath hot against your face.

You recoiled, the bitter taste of the soup making you gag, but Joel's grip only tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh painfully. "I said drink!" he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.

Tears welled in your eyes as you choked down the revolting liquid, each swallow feeling like a betrayal of your own dignity. Joel's laughter echoed in your ears, mocking your suffering.

He didn't stop, continuously pouring the soup into your mouth, the liquid spilling down your chin and soaking your clothes. You coughed and sputtered, struggling to breathe as he relentlessly forced you to consume it.

When the bowl was finally empty, Joel shoved you roughly onto the table, your ass in the air, the dried remnants of his cum and your blood staining your dress and leg from the van. You struggled against him, but his strength was overpowering, pinning you down with ease.

"Look at her," he sneered, his hand gripping your hair as he forced your head up. "A pathetic little whore, just begging for it."

You whimpered, the humiliation and shame crushing down on you like a weight, suffocating you. You felt dirty, violated, and utterly helpless in the face of Joel's cruelty. All you could do was pray for it to be over soon, to escape this nightmare and find some semblance of peace.

"Tommy, Tess," Joel's voice sliced through the air, authoritative and unyielding. "Hold her down."

Tommy hesitated, his expression conflicted as he glanced between you and Joel. "Joel, come on, man. This ain't right," he protested, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Tess scoffed at his hesitation. "Oh, please, Tommy. It didn't work on the last girl Joel brought home. What makes you think it'll work on this one?" she interjected, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Tommy's jaw tensed at Tess's words, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. "Yeah, well, no shit it won't work now," he muttered under his breath, his bitterness palpable.

With a resigned sigh, he reluctantly reached out to hold your arms down, his touch firm and unyielding. Despite his initial resistance, there was a chilling resolve in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the brutality of their actions.

You instinctively tried to wriggle free from their tight grip, but their hold was unyielding, suffocating in its grasp. Joel's hand trailed between your thighs, his touch invasive and mocking. "Did I forget to rip these?" he jeered, his words dripping with contempt. "Or did you put them back on so you could save all my cum that was dripping out of your pretty pussy?" With a swift tug, he tore at your panties, the fabric ripping with a sound that echoed through the room.

Your breath caught in your throat as Joel's lips trailed from your calf to your lower back, his touch igniting a firestorm of revulsion and fear within you. His hand slid up your dress, each movement leaving a trail of dread in its wake.

Before you could protest, his palm connected with your exposed flesh, the sharp sting of his slap reverberating through your body. "You need to learn, sweetheart," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "What I say goes."

As the sting of his slap lingered on your skin, Joel's grip tightened, his dominance palpable in the air. "Count them," he commanded, his voice cold and commanding. "For every spank, I'll give you a rule to remember."

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in as fear coursed through your veins.

"One," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper, as the second spank landed with brutal force.

"Rule number one," Joel's voice cut through the air like a knife, his tone chillingly calm. "You belong to me now. Your body, your mind, everything. Remember, sweet pea, I control whether you live or die."

"Two," you whimpered, each strike sending waves of pain through your trembling body. Fear gripped you tightly, knowing that Joel held the power to end your life in an instant. But in that moment of terror, a glimmer of relief washed over you as you realized he spared your life.

"Rule number two," Joel's voice was a sinister whisper, his breath hot against your ear. "You speak when spoken to. Your voice is mine to command."

The relentless rhythm of his slaps echoed in the room, each strike sending shockwaves of agony through your body.

"Three," you gasped, tears stinging your eyes as the onslaught continued.

"Rule number three," Joel's words were a cruel taunt, his laughter mingling with your cries. "Your desires mean nothing. Your only purpose is to obey."

The sound of his hand meeting your skin became a symphony of pain, drowning out any semblance of resistance.

"Four," you choked out, your voice trembling with each syllable.

"Rule number four," Joel's voice dripped with malice, his grip tightening as he relished in your suffering. "You forget who you were. There is only me, and there is only now."

The world around you seemed to blur as his assault persisted, each strike eroding away at your sense of self.

"Five," you managed to gasp out, the agony threatening to consume you entirely.

"Rule number five," Joel's words were a final decree, his dominance unyielding. "You will learn to love the pain. It's the only thing you'll ever know."

The onslaught of blows came faster now, each strike landing with brutal precision, leaving your flesh ablaze with searing agony. You squirmed helplessly against the iron grip of Tommy and Tess, your cries stifled by the relentless assault.

Joel's laughter cut through the air like a knife, mocking your pain as tears streamed down your cheeks, mingling with the sweat and blood that trickled down your back.

"There's a good girl," he taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Let it out. Let me hear you scream."

With each strike, your resolve crumbled, your spirit shattered by the merciless brutality of his punishment. You cried out in anguish, the pain consuming you whole as Joel's cruel laughter echoed in your ears, a haunting reminder of your helplessness in the face of his relentless dominance.

As the onslaught of blows began to slow, Joel's strikes became more calculated, each one landing with precision on your already battered flesh. The pain was excruciating, every impact sending waves of agony coursing through your body.

"Enough," Joel commanded, his voice cold and commanding. "Let her go."

Tommy and Tess released their grip on you, allowing you to slump forward, your body trembling with pain and exhaustion. Joel pulled you into his lap, his jeans rubbing against your raw, beaten skin, sending fresh waves of discomfort radiating through you.

"Good girl," he murmured, his tone disturbingly gentle compared to moments before. "You're learning. Remember, what I say goes. Always."

Joel's gaze shifted to Tommy as you squirmed uncomfortably in his lap, desperately seeking a spot that wasn't ablaze with pain. "Tommy, fetch my pistol," he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

Tess and Tommy exchanged shocked glances. "Joel? Before we've even gotten a turn?" Tess protested, her voice tinged with apprehension. Fear clenched at your heart at the mention of the pistol. You didn't want to die.

"I didn't say to shoot her, goddamn it, y'all are sensitive," Joel snapped, his frustration evident in his tone. He sighed heavily before continuing, "Just get comfortable, and you," he grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze, "it's not supposed to be comfortable. Now stay still."

Tommy hurried off to retrieve the pistol, while Tess positioned themselves in front of Joel's chair, obediently following his orders to watch. You sat still, trying to suppress the sobs threatening to escape as you braced yourself for whatever came next. As Tommy handed the pistol off to Joel and positioned himself next to Tess.

Joel's laughter filled the room as he accepted the pistol from Tommy, his eyes dancing with sadistic amusement. With a menacing smirk, he pressed the cold metal barrel against the neckline of your dress, causing your breath to hitch in terror. The fabric stretched under the pressure before snapping back into place, sending a shiver of fear coursing through you.

Glancing between Tommy and Tess, Joel's expression dared them to act. After a tense moment, Tess stepped forward, her hands confident as she reached for the hem of your dress. With a swift motion, she began to peel the fabric away, revealing the vulnerable skin beneath.

Meanwhile, Joel moved behind you, his fingers deftly unhooking your bra with practiced ease. As the garment fell away, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, Joel's gaze hardened. "No touching," he commanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "She hasn't had my dick in her ass yet, so there's no point in sharing yet. Just watch."

Turning his attention back to you, Joel's eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your blood run cold. "Give them a show," he ordered, his tone dripping with malice. With a cruel grin, he began to trace the path of the gun along your skin, sending shivers of fear down your spine.

With every inch of exposed skin, Joel's sadistic grin widened. He traced the contours of your body with the cold metal of the pistol, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "Such a pretty little thing," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "All naked and vulnerable."

As he continued to torment you with the gun, his words grew more depraved. "Bet you're wondering what I'm gonna do with this," he mused, his tone filled with sickening excitement. "Maybe I'll use it to fuck you in the ass."

Your heart hammered in your chest as you braced yourself for whatever twisted game Joel had in store. The weight of the pistol against your skin felt like a ticking time bomb, each moment dragging out the agony of anticipation.

"Maybe I'll use it here," Joel's voice dripped with malice as he suddenly pressed the cold, hard barrel of the gun into your mouth. The metallic taste was overwhelming as you complied with his command, the weight of the weapon heavy on your tongue. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and a rush of adrenaline flooded your veins.

Glancing over at Tess and Tommy, Joel's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure at their reactions. Tommy's hands were shamelessly buried in his pants, indulging in his own depravity, while Tess, stripped down to her bra, caressed her breasts with a sickeningly soft touch.

Returning his gaze to you, Joel's grip on your neck tightened, forcing you to look upwards. Your throat constricted around the gun barrel as he pushed it deeper, eliciting a gag reflex. His laughter echoed through the room, a chilling soundtrack to your degradation. "Come on, take it. Come on," he taunted, his voice laced with perverse excitement.

With a cruel twist, Joel abruptly removed the gun from your mouth, leaving you gasping and coughing for air. The taste of metal lingered on your tongue as you struggled to regain your composure, tears stinging your eyes from the violent intrusion.

Ignoring your distress, Joel's eyes glittered with amusement as he admired the effect of his torment. "Pathetic," he spat, his tone dripping with disdain. "You can't even handle a little gun in your mouth."

Joel roughly turned your head to face Tess and Tommy, positioning you back-to-back with him, creating an unsettling image of depravity. Tess had her hands buried in her pants, mirroring Tommy's lewd actions. Meanwhile, Joel's touch grew more invasive as he groped your body with the cold metal of the gun, each touch sending a shiver of revulsion down your spine.

"You like that, huh?" Joel taunted, his voice dripping with contempt as he pressed the gun teasingly close to your trembling body. "Bet you've never had anything like this before."

You squirmed uncomfortably under his touch, feeling exposed and vulnerable as he continued to taunt and degrade you in front of Tess and Tommy. The weight of their lecherous gazes only added to your sense of shame and helplessness.

Joel's grip tightened around the gun as he abruptly thrust the cold metal barrel into your pussy without warning, causing you to gasp in shock and pain. The sensation was overwhelming—a mix of burning agony and icy coldness that made your entire body tense with discomfort.

Despite the searing pain that coursed through your body, there was a perverse and unsettling sensation that accompanied Joel's crude violation. It was as though amidst the agony, there lingered a twisted form of pleasure—a dark and forbidden allure that sent conflicting waves of desire and revulsion washing over you.

As the cold metal of the gun's barrel plunged into you with each merciless thrust, there was an undeniable arousal that stirred within you, mingling with the anguish and fear that consumed your senses. It was a sickening realization, one that filled you with shame and self-loathing even as your body betrayed you with its traitorous response.

Each jagged edge of the gun's barrel seemed to ignite a primal fire within you, awakening sensations that you had never dared to acknowledge before. Despite the brutality of Joel's actions, there was a part of you that craved the twisted pleasure that he elicited—a part of you that hungered for the forbidden ecstasy that danced on the edge of pain.

Amidst the torment, your body pulsed with unfamiliar sensations, a tumultuous symphony of pleasure and agony that left you trembling on the edge of surrender. Every gasp and moan that escaped your lips was a testament to your body's betrayal, succumbing to Joel's relentless domination.

As the gun's barrel thrust into you, each movement ignited a storm of conflicting emotions within you. Pleasure and pain intertwined, blurring the lines between ecstasy and despair. It was a descent into madness, a journey into the depths of your darkest desires, where every sensation threatened to consume you whole.

As the pressure of Joel's grip on your face intensified, his fingers digging into your cheeks, you felt a surge of panic rising within you. You desperately tried to look away, to escape the lewd scene unfolding before your eyes, but Joel's iron grip held you in place.

Tommy and Tess, lost in their own world of ecstasy, moved with a frenzied urgency, their bodies writhing in pleasure. Their hands roamed feverishly over their skin, eliciting moans of delight that filled the room. The air crackled with anticipation, heavy with the heady scent of arousal.

Meanwhile, Joel's touch on your clit sent bolts of electricity coursing through your body, each stroke igniting a firestorm of sensation. You gasped for air, your body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"You enjoying this, huh?" Joel's voice dripped with sadistic amusement, his words laced with cruelty. "Such a filthy little slut, aren't you?"

Your heart raced as Joel's fingers continued their relentless assault, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he thrusts the cold metal barrel of the gun into you with a force that stole your breath away.

"Please...stop," you gasped, your voice strained with desperation. "I feel...I'm gonna pee."

The sensation was overpowering, a torrent of pleasure flooding your senses, leaving you gasping for air. You cried out, a primal sound of ecstasy mingling with the moans of Tommy and Tess, who watched on as if entranced.

Joel chuckled darkly, his eyes alight with sadistic glee. "You're not gonna pee, sweetheart," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "You're gonna cum."

Tommy leaned in closer, his eyes glazed with lust as he watched your writhing form. "Damn, she's really getting into it," he remarked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tess nodded in agreement, her fingers tracing lazy circles over her own body as she watched the spectacle unfold. "She's a natural," she murmured, her voice tinged with envy.

Meanwhile, Joel's grip tightened on your body, his touch both rough and possessive as he continued to manipulate your pleasure. "That's it," he coaxed, his tone sickeningly sweet. "Give in to it. Let it consume you."

As the waves of ecstasy crashed over you, you felt a sense of shame wash over you. But amidst the shame, there was also a strange sense of liberation, a feeling of being utterly and completely consumed by the moment.

The room fell silent, save for the soft, rhythmic grunts of pleasure emanating from Tommy's direction. In the shelter of Joel's arms, you watched as Tommy's release painted his shirt, his outstretched hand halted by Joel's stern intervention. With a deft motion, Joel retrieved the pistol from its slick haven within your body, aiming it unwaveringly at Tommy's head.

"I said no touching," Joel's voice was a low growl, his eyes flashing with dangerous intent. Tess's moans were abruptly cut short as she, too, succumbed to her climax. Joel rolled his eyes in exasperation, his patience wearing thin. "Both of you...leave. NOW!"

As Tommy and Tess hurriedly obeyed, Joel's demeanor shifted, his hand gentle as it patted your head. It was a startling contrast to the violence moments ago. "You see, if you follow my rules, I protect you," he explained, his tone almost soothing. But as he gestured with the gun beneath your chin, the underlying threat was impossible to ignore, casting a stark shadow over his words.

"Now, it's time for you to show your gratitude," Joel's voice was cold, his eyes boring into yours with a predatory gleam. "You owe me, and you're going to thank me properly."

His demand hung in the air, heavy with implication. You felt a chill run down your spine as you realized the extent of his control over you. With trembling hands, you struggled to find the words to comply with his twisted request, knowing that defiance would only invite further punishment.

He guided you to the table, settling you onto the worn wood surface. The ache from the red marks on your ass made you flinch, but Joel silenced you with a gesture. "Shh..." His finger pressed gently against your lips. "I'm going to show you how to please me. Watch closely and learn.”

Joel unfastened his belt and let his pants drop to the floor, revealing his nakedness. He then took your hand and spat into it. "Make sure there's some wetness. If it's dry, it won't feel good," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. Guiding your hand with his, he began to stroke up and down his impressive length. His cock was large, the weight of it filling your hand as you struggled to wrap your fingers around it. "See, it's so simple," he grunted softly as he moved your hand along his shaft.

As you followed Joel's lead, your hand moved rhythmically along his length, slick with saliva and your own nervous sweat. His breath hitched with each stroke, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched your tentative movements. You focused intently on his reactions, trying to gauge what pleased him, all the while feeling a mix of revulsion and fear churn in the pit of your stomach.

Despite the discomfort and fear that pulsed through you, there was a strange sense of power in the act, a twisted form of control that you wielded over him. You couldn't deny the rush of adrenaline that surged through you as you brought him closer and closer to the edge, each stroke of your hand pushing him towards release.

And then, with a guttural groan, Joel's body tensed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he reached the peak of his pleasure. Hot streams of cum erupted from him, coating your hand and spilling onto the floor below. As he finally released, you felt a sickening mixture of relief and disgust wash over you, knowing that you had played a part in satisfying his twisted desires once again.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 11 months

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♫ ― 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

series!

to be written!

mini series!

to be written!

oneshots!

begging

drabbles!

to be written!

head canons!

to be written!

#✰ ― meau's masterlist !#tess servopoulos masterlist #tess servopoulos x plus size reader #tess servopoulos x fem!reader #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #x fem!reader #bisexual tess servopoulos #wlw fanfiction #lgbtq #smut #fluff #angst

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sweetyluvs · 10 months

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𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄

Tess Servopoulos x fem! reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: while tess is at a bar with Joel, she catches sight of you. she approached, and it lead to something more.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: not a request or anything, i just love tess and thought she needed some recognition because she’s beautiful, strong, hot and just overall dreamy. She makes me smile and i love her so hopefully this doesn’t go nowhere and people love her as much as i do. (there also needs to be more fics for her!!) and i was high and had two cups of coffee last night so i was a walking zombie who got possessed by the writing ghost and whipped this out

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 - alcohol, flirting(?), attempted harassment, (warning!) men, small kiss, idk lesbians? 😭

tess sigh into her iced whiskey, the ice tapping the glass cup against the gravity as her hand raised.

it wasn’t new for her and Joel to be here. This was the only good up and running bar in the QZ, not the usual amount of fights and murders as the usuals. also the only one who somehow got away with hosting people past the FEDRA guidelines.

joel was lazily leaning on the bar next to her, arms crossed as he glared at every other living life form in the room besides her, he was like her guard dog— not that she needed one, though.

Tess’s hazel eyes lazily scanned the room, bounced off the drunk men, to the drunk women, the beat up teenagers and the cranky asshole old men. Her eyes caught sight of a small group, scanning curiously.

You sat on a chair in the middle, surrounded by old men who were placing their hands on your knee, your thigh, bicep and shoulder. the skirt you wore did you absolutely no justice as look on your face could only be read as uncomfortable, perhaps even fearful. Tess had never seen you before. You seemed to be around her age, although your skin was clear and you looked rather young. Her eyes watched, squinted, as a man was bold enough to squeeze your inner thigh, causing you to shut your legs to get him away; only causing him to laugh.

Tess felt bile rise to her throat, disgust flooding her veins as she groaned, rolling her eyes she put her glass down.

“i’ll be right back.” she huffed to joel, ignoring his eyes on her storming away figure.

She approached you and the creeps quickly, pushing her way through them.

“move, you old bastards.” She said loudly, shoving them away. “fucking creeps.”

she grabbed your hand, yanking you off your sad chair in the corner of the room. You didn’t know who this woman was, but you’d rather be with her than back.. there.

Tess lead you to where she originally was, snatching her hand from yours and quickly gulping down the rest of her whiskey the second her fingers touched the glass.

You stared at her, watching as her throat lightly bobbed with each gulp, the way her skin glistened under the lighting, her bandana around her hair—

“take a picture, it lasts longer.” she spit, twisting on her heal and leaning her hip against the bar; facing you— her eyes met yours, and a strange electric feeling flooded you.

“oh! i’m sorry..” you covered your mouth, eyes looking away from hers bashfully.

“I’m y/n,” you introduced after a moment, outstretching your hand for hers to take. Tess’ eyes scanned you for a moment, seemingly observing you, than she took your hand in hers.

“Tess.”

you smiled. “Thank you, tess. I was.. uh,.. cornered.” you said the obvious, frowning when she dropped her hand from your grasp. “uh, yeah, i know.” she sarcastically replied, waving over the bartender. “you want anything?” her hazel eyes sent you a side glance, but you missed the way her eyes scanned your body.

“um— no that’s okay, i don’t drink. thank you.”

she murmured an ‘okay whatever’ before ordering what she had previously had, and turning back to you. “so, why’re you here?” she asked, her eyes lazily looking at you.

“I didn’t have anything else to do. there’s not much freedom in this dump.”

“you said it.” she grumbled back.

“what about you? why are you here?” you reflected the question, watching as the bartender slid her drink to her; the way her long fingers wrapped around it, bringing it to her lightly chapped lips.

“i dunno. nothing to do.” you nodded in response, sitting down on a barstool beside her standing form. “so,” she slid a little closer, so close you could smell her. “how long you been stuck in this shit hole?”

you laughed, glancing away. “Since a few years after outbreak day. There wasn’t really much of an option, especially after such heavy losses you don’t really.. know where to go.” you confessed, subconsciously fiddling with the old leather bracelet on your wrist, something tess caught notice of.

“yeah. that’s true. long time you’ve been here though, huh?”

“yeah. too long.”

silence followed, and as you were about to ask something— a man approached you. “hey, you free tonight?” he smirked at you, leaning unattractively on the bar, his orange hair looking like he’d sprayed it down with glue, smelling like fresh horse shit.

“i’m sorry, i am—”

“fuck off.”

Tess’ voice rang, making you practically whip your head to her. had she really just fearlessly told off this strong man?

you were sure your eyes were shining like stars as you looked at her.

“‘scuse me?” he barked, spit flying. Tess leaned closer, and you felt like a small child between the two.

“i said, fuck off. are you deaf?”

You glanced back to the man, who looked like he was about to throw hands, just before his face went ghost pale. “fuck you.” he said before practically running away. you stare after him, jaw lightly dropped when he leaves the bar.

you slowly turn back to Tess, did she have a gun or something?

your eyes land on her face, her Hazel eyes staring directly through you, and behind her— quite literally the biggest man you’ve ever seen. you were sure your face had gone as pale as the creeps because a laugh left the brunette’s whiskey wet lips.

“don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.”

you laughed nervously, swallowing the thick ball of nervous saliva in your throat. what didn’t help, was the way Tess was looking at you. Staring so deeply you felt.. well, naked.

you couldn’t help but stare back, entranced by your female prince in shining armor.

“i guess i should thank you again.” you gushed, cheeks heating up from uncanny embarrassment.

“yup.”

“i’ll buy you that drink,” you quipped, catching her eyes. “and the one before, and your friends, and as many as you’d like to have tonight.. a-as a thank you, of course.” Tess raised her brows, looking to Joel before smiling.

“great. That’s joel.” she leaned more onto the counter, her muscular biceps flexing. “you’re gonna be here a while, might as well buy yourself somethin’.” You grinned, shyly.

she waved over the bartender again, turning to you. “ladies first.” you blushed, looking away.

“a chocolate milk, please.”

the next few hours at the bar were spent talking to Tess, and occasionally Joel. You’d learned that they were close friends, not a couple. she emphasized that part. apparently she’d been in the QZ around the same time as you, and you wondered why you were just now having the privilege of meeting her. Tess was only a few months older than you— and she was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. you’d told her some funny stories from your childhood; one including how you’d grabbed a bee thinking it was a firefly, and getting stung right on the palm of your hand. She had called you Bee because of it. although, Tess didn’t say much about herself. mostly questioning you; where you’re from, your favorite drink, why you don’t just tell the men to fuck off. what she didn’t understand at first, was you weren’t a muscular woman with a big man behind you all the time.

Eventually, time flew by and it was 3 in the morning.

You laughed at a story she’d told you, cheeks not losing their rosy color once.

“that’s silly.”

“yeah, tell him that. i mean, c’mon, Joel.” she teased, shoving his shoulder.

he sigh, pushing himself off from his leaning position and giving her a certain look before glancing to the clock on the wall, and back away.

You’d noticed the two continuously communicate through simple movements, eye motions and gestures. It was interesting, really. it made you realize how close they truly were.

Tess let out a big huff of air, shaking her head before standing up fully as well.

“this has been nice, bee, but we gotta go.” You nodded, standing up as well. Tess waved over the bartender, observing you closely as you take out small bag you had and “paid” the bartender. You smiled at him, saying a friendly bye before looking back to Tess. She began walking, and you subconsciously followed.

“geez, it’s cold”. you shivered when the freezing night air hit your skin.

“that’s boston.” you nodded, watching Joel inspect the gate leading to a alleyway— you assume their going to jump it instead of taking the secret routes to hide from FEDRA for being out late.

Tess shuffled a little, pursing and un-pursing her lips.

“been fun, bye, bee. see ya’.” she said lowly, waving an awkward bye before you called her name.

“wait!— erm, i mean hold on, please.” you quickly walked over to her, watching as her eyes scanned your face the closer you got. You stopped only a few inches from her; her warm breath fanning your neck.

You hesitantly, and quickly, places a soft peck to her cheek, smiling upon seeing the smirk on her face.

“already?”

you laughed, now noticing the blush coating her cheeks.

“goodnight, tess.”

“goodnight, bee.”

Tess turned her back, her heart beating a little too fast for her liking.

Who knew a girl at the bar would eventually change her life for the better?

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Plead - Ellie Williams

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- Summary: you and Abby were childhood friends until she betrayed you, holding you back as one of her friends murdered your brother. You and Ellie spend your days tracking her down for sweet revenge.

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“I always wondered why I struggled to be vulnerable. I could never decide between the silence of my mother or the rage of father.”

- Warnings: the story may not follow the storyline, oops Sensitive subjects, death, torture, Abby’s an ass, knife play, guns, murder, revenge, name calling, strong language, tw: owen, intense fights, skull cracking, 1.5k words, not proof read (will be done eventually)

“Oh hey- Abby? Is everything okay?” You pondered. She had stormed into the room, a cruel expression pinned onto her once soft features. Your eyebrows furrowed as you let her drag you by the arm out of the room.

She didn’t make any sound, not even breaths, as she dragged you to a house. It was old, weeds and plants growing out of every crevice. Not one window was fully intact, and inside the walls were painted with blood.

You mouth fell open at the scene in front of you. Your brother was chained to a pipe in the corner of the room, red dripping down his face and nose as it looked at his lips.

“What happened? What’s going on?” You said hurriedly. As you tried to run over to him, Abby pulled you back by your shirt. You clawed to get her hands off you, and when you looked up at her face you could see the rage behind her skin.

A man walked in, blonde with a beard, and a pipe dusted with blood in his scratched hand. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried your best to run forward.

“Abby, what the fuck? Let me go!” You screamed, trying to push her hand away. As the man creeped closer to your unconscious brother you sucked a mouthful of air in.

“No, no, no!” You screamed, the man’s pipe connecting repeatedly with your brothers head, chest and neck. You turned to Abby once again, your eyes glazed with disappointed and fear. Her eyes seemed empty, almost as if she was locked in a trance.

Once your brothers chest had stopped pulsating, Abby still wouldn’t let you free. You were held to watch as the mystery man smugly left the room, his greedy eyes fixated on the blond behind you.

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” You sobbed as you turned around the girl you once called your best friend, “you’re fucking evil, Abby.”

Suddenly, it was two years later. The memory still haunted you daily. You felt it didn’t matter how far you tried to outrun it, your brothers face followed you everywhere.

It was as if he lived behind your eyelids, you saw him every time they closed. You could still feel the same amount of rage you did while living it.

So that being said, during late September, you gathered all of your guns and knives. You collected necessities and put on your coat ready for the freezing winter nights.

The sky was black, freckles of silver blinking down at you. As you stared up at them, you wondered if it were actually possible to touch them. Your legs dragged you through Jackson, house lights all switched off.

“Where are you going?” A familiar voice asked you. You turned around on your heels, looking in the direction of the voice.

“Ellie, go back inside.” you said out loud. You knew if you told her your plan she’d make you stay, but you couldn’t. Your head was longing for nasty revenge. You tried to keep walked, but she ran out and stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you don’t have to be the villain, you know?” She spoke. You felt she knew what you were up to, and was surprised. She knew about what happened, and she knew Abby killed Joel.

She continued, “but I do. So let’s go.”

She started walking in the direction you were going, but you stood still. If in a different circumstance, you would’ve laughed at her words.

“Ellie, you’re not coming with me.” You sternly mumbled to her, “you have a family, Ellie. A child!”

Ellie stayed quiet, as if assessing all of her options in her head. Eventually she nodded, turning around and walking back into her house. You were upset by the lack of goodbye, but continued forwards anyway.

You stood at the edge of Jackson, overlooking all of the houses from a hill. The sun was rising but still hidden behind mountains. You had to be completely gone by sunrise, so if someone tried to find you they couldn’t.

You set out for Seattle, where you father lived (last time you checked.) He belonged to the Washington Liberal Front, and you a sneaky suspicion that’s where Abby would be.

As you walked you daydreamed about smashing her head against a wall, then thought that probably wasn’t healthy. So, you switched the daydreaming about strangling her instead.

You felt as thought you were walking for days, though it was probably only about 1 pm. You were now in the town over from Jackson, the wooden building creating an eery vibe.

However, you didn’t have time to be afraid, and you used your need for revenge to stroll through. That was until you heard the yells of angry men.

You hid behind an old car, the windows all smashed in. Their guns shit at the metal, and you were suddenly rather nervous. Yet, you knew you couldn’t die now. You had started this, it was your job to finish it.

You pulled your pistol from your jeans, poking up from the hood of the car, shooting one of them between the eyes. Fighting had always been your strength, you weren’t good at being stealthy.

As a guy ran full speed behind you, you grabbed a rusted pipe from the ground and swung. The hit made him stumbled, so you grabbed him by the shirt and swung him into the car, then using your hand to crack his skull.

You panted as you looked around, eyes scanning desperately for anymore people. You spotted a man behind the car opposite yours and pulled out your revolver, holding it ready.

When he popped his head up, you shot. It hit him in the shoulder though didn’t kill him completely. You ran over, shooting him two more times to be sure. When you were sure that was all of them, you started a run.

You entered an old shop, the shelves bare. A man walked in through the door, the bell above him ringing. He was talking to himself, telling you to come out and fight him as you hid behind the counter.

You grabbed your knife, waiting for him to round the corner. You noticed he wasn’t carrying a gun like the other, just an old wooden baseball bat. As his shoe popped into frame you stabbed his ankle, him swinging his bat at you.

You held your cheek as you ran, the man closely behind you on a dodgy ankle. As you ran out of the store, you pulled out your revolver again, turning around to shoot him. You caught him once in the leg and once in the stomach.

That was enough for him to fall, so you kept running. You spotted a horse tied to someone house and whispered an apology had you grabbed the reins and hopped on, leading the horse out of town.

When you were fat enough away, you stopped the horse, trying his leashes to a tree branch. He was cute, a black horse with a white patch behind his ear. You scavenged through your backpack, finding a cloth and wiping away at the blood dripping down your face.

“Well,” you sighed, “that was fun.”

The horses ears perked up, as if he was listening to you.

“We need to get you a name.” You stated to yourself as you climbed back on him. Then you wondered if maybe he already had one. You started guessing names, trying to see if he would answer to any of them.

“Ugh, this is impossible!” You groaned, the horse casually walking along the trail of the woods, “I bet it’s some stupid shit, like screwdriver.”

The horse turned its neck slightly to look at you, and for a second you thought you got it right. When your tried again, he ignored you.

Maybe it’s something similar You thought.

“Nail? No, okay. Let’s try… Bolt! Fuck okay.” You listed a bunch of tools, “Hammer?”

When the horse stopped and turned to completely look at you, you laughed. Who come up with the name hammer?

“Okay then, Hammer it is.” You chuckled as the horse Hammer started his walk again. You slowly ventured further into the forest, the sky above you blocked by a blanket of dying leaves.

You stopped Hammer down by a river, finding a place to set up camp for the night. You decided that was your best option as you didn’t want to tire Hammer out before you could get close to Seattle.

You tied his reins to a tree branch, curious as to if he’d run off if you didn’t. You sat on a log, your head in your hands before you set up the your sleep arrangements.

You didn’t like the idea of being in a tent, so you settled for just a sleeping back. With a “humph!”, Hammer laid down next to you, almost shielding you with his large body.

You stroked his stomach before drifting off into an uncomfortable sleep.

You woke up to the sound of gun shots and clicker, which had became a lullaby for you. You sat up faster than the speed of light and reached for your shotgun, lifting it up.

You looked across the river bank, a herd of clickers twitching their way across the river. A gunshot snapped you into reality and you pointed your gun at the culprit.

“Ellie?”

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