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[mannaima]

Lessons

TW: dark content!!, yandere!shigaraki tomura x female reader, noncon/dubcon, implied kidnapping, degradation, humiliation, begging, anal fingering, piv, tomura is mean, mdni. wc: 2k Synopsis: Tomura thinks it’s time you learned an important lesson.

"I got something for you today."

Here he goes again, you think as you watch Shigaraki place a white plastic bag onto his desk. It’s hard to fight the roll of your eyes, but you do. He’s been in a mood lately and you don’t want to push your luck more than you have. 

It’s become routine, you and him. 

He gets too close, you tell him off. It surprises you that he actually listens and instills some kind of confidence in yourself — in your words. Maybe you have more power over the situation than you thought. 

The rustle of the bag catches your attention and you watch as he pulls out a few things. An energy drink, a small box of what looks like bandages and a small bottle of clear liquid. 

Your brows raise, interest piqued and you sit up a little straighter to see better. 

“What do you—?”

He holds the bottle up and your face scrunches in confusion. His smile is one that sends chills up your spine and you have to will yourself to stop being antsy. 

“Lube. It’s for you!” He says like it’s a birthday gift you’ve waited all year for. “You’ve been so… mouthy lately, I’ve decided to give you something to mouth off about. Won’t that be fun?” 

The question is rhetorical and you no longer fight your antsy movements. Rushing to your feet and taking a pointed step away from Shigaraki, your eyes narrow, “what are you talking about?” You’ve never had to use lube. He’s just taken what he’s wanted and your body adjusts every time — as much as you hated it. 

He places the lube back onto the desk and grabs his energy drink, cracking the can open and taking a sip of the sugary sweet soda. He was calm, patient — eerily so. 

After he’s had his fill of the drink, Shigaraki looks to you and nods his head in the direction of the bed. “Get on it.”

Your heart felt like it would pound out of your chest as you held your hands up to the man before you. “Wait, Tomura, we can—!”

“Oh?” He cuts you off, voice lifted and mockingly playful, “I’m Tomura now? But you were so comfortable calling me shigaraki.” 

He places his drink can back on the desk and fully turns toward you. “I didn’t stutter. Get on the fucking bed.” 

You knew his patience was wearing thin, but you still had to try. Taking a shaky breath, you get onto the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. 

“On your hands and knees.” 

Your blood ran cold, and you tried once more, searching your brain for any sweet words that could placate him. Desperate to find something, anything he would like to hear from you, “please—“

He’s in front of you before you can blink, large hand grabbing your face and pressing your cheeks together, “I’m done playing these games with you,” you can smell the sugar from the drink on his breath as your breathing picks up, pricks of panic lacing your body.

Shigaraki crashed his lips into yours, wasting no time slipping his tongue into your wet mouth. The taste of sweet energy drink was nauseating but you kissed back in fear of what he would do if he didn’t. You’ve exhausted all options and you knew, deep down that anything more would only make things worse. 

He pulls away, a trail of saliva following as he meets your eyes — and god, his smile. He’s giddy like a kid on Christmas and you regret every act of defiance you’ve made against him these past few weeks. 

“Cute.” Was the only word he gave before you were being manhandled onto your stomach, face in the pillows and ass in the air. 

“You know,” he muses, pressing his clothed erection to your panties, “I’m starting to think you want this. You want to see me angry so I can put you in your place.” 

He backs away to pull your underwear down in one swift movement, making you reach back to attempt to cover yourself. This only irritates him more as he grabs your wrist and pins your arm behind your back. The angle is as painful as it is uncomfortable. 

You hear him shuffling around behind you, no doubt one free hand of his own making things more difficult — and you take small pleasure in that. It’s short lived though as he seems to find what he’s looking for and you brace yourself for the inevitable. 

There’s the pop of a cap and then smooth cold liquid dripping down your backside and over your hole that makes you shiver. You feel frozen as the liquid trails lower and lower until it’s past the heat of your cunt. 

All it takes is the press of a finger to get you putting up a fight once more. there was no way he was really doing this. He’s never tried this. 

“I shouldn’t even prep you, honestly,” he mutters and you wince as one of his digits slowly push past the ring of muscle. “You’ve been so defiant. You really need to learn some manners.” 

The tears streaming from your eyes are making the pillow below you damp and cold, but you can only sniff in response. “Tomura, please—“

“Please what?” He sinks the finger deeper and you can’t hold back your yelp of pain. 

You shake your head as much as you can, “please stop! It hurts..” 

He pulls out suddenly and you think he’s actually going to listen — that he’s actually done torturing you until-

A hand swings down and slaps your ass, making you cry out. He imitates a buzzer sound before gripping the fat of your bottom, “wrong answer!” 

You thrash more as panic wells up inside when you feel the prodding of two fingers instead of one against your hole. “You know, this is supposed to be your punishment,” both won’t fit and he resorts to only letting one finger penetrate, his other hand massaging the cheek of your behind. “But I’m afraid you may like this too much.”

He is delusional. Shigaraki is the one that’s having the time of his life watching you suffer and writhe. You try to pull forward and away but the hand that was massaging your ass is now grabbing your hip and holding you in place. Your cry is loud as you feel the pressure of another finger join the first and shigaraki wastes no time pumping the digits in and out of your hole. 

You think your crying and begging falls on deaf ears — forcing you to accept the inevitable and you find yourself wishing you were anywhere else but here. You could be dropped off in the middle of the Sahara Desert during a summer heatwave and it would still be miles better than this hellhole. 

Just when you’re about to surrender to your fate and stop fighting it, shigaraki speaks again, “Since I’m so kind and understanding, I’ll give you a choice.” it’s like he sensed you were on the verge of checking out. That would just be too easy. “Which hole do you want me in? Hm? Tell me.” 

He’s gripping your hip tighter and you know there will be bruises formed but your mind could  only focus on this awful option. 

You don’t want him in either. The idea of having to tell him which way to violate you only made you nauseous. But you knew that you had to make a choice because it was always worse when he made one for you. 

“M-my..” you feel sick, swallowing your shame and squeezing your eyes shut as you continue, “I want you in my.. pussy.” 

You could practically hear the smile in Shigaraki's voice, “yeah? Beg for it.” 

He wanted to humiliate you, this was the real punishment. To build you up, give you a false sense of security only to break you down even more. He was sick. 

But you were sicker because you did exactly as you were told. 

“Tomura, please. Please fuck me.” You turned your head, as if you could hide your shame into the pillow below you, “I need you.” 

“Atta girl.” He praises, pulling his fingers out and you sigh in relief, nerves calming and shoulders relaxing. You almost melt into the sheets until you feel the pressure of shigaraki’s erection against your cunt. The lube is there and making things wetter than usual but the squeeze will still be uncomfortable. 

You look back, worry lacing your features, “wait, Tomura—“ but you don’t have a chance to finish, he pushes into you, girth stretching you and making your toes curl in an odd combination of pleasure and discomfort. 

Shigaraki lets out a sigh of relief, rocking his hips at a steady pace before leaning over you. “Fuck, that’s good.” The hand gripping your hip moves to cup your breast, tweaking the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger. 

This was familiar, this was easy. It was not uncharted territory and it was something you could convince yourself was okay. Normal, even.

“Mine, mine, you’re all mine” he babbles into your ear and you don’t turn away, terrified he’ll go back on his words if you do. 

His pace is picking up and you find yourself getting lost in the motions. His body rocking against yours as he changes the angle and oh—

He hits the spot inside and you can’t stop yourself from moaning out. It’s sensitive and it makes your back arch with every deep stroke. 

“Fuckin’ slut, I knew you’d like this.” He mutters, circling his thumb around your unoccupied hole, the lube making it slide with ease, before pressing into the tightness. The pain is dull and the pressure of being filled so much almost sends you over, dragging a whine from the back of your throat. 

The bed shakes from the force of Shigaraki’s thrusts and you feel heat pool in your lower abdomen. You were so close and you hated it. Hated him. But when you felt his warm hand move from your breast, down your stomach until it was splayed out over your cunt — pinkie finger lifted and middle finger brushing your clit with every thrust. 

You were beginning to feel dizzy with pleasure and your head fell onto the pillow, hands gripping the sheets below to anchor yourself as you got lost in the feelings. It was overwhelming and you couldn’t bite back your cries and Shigaraki’s thrusts became erratic, he was close too. 

All it took was one more thrust to sweep you over the edge, eyes rolling back as your thighs shook — orgasm claiming you.

“Oh, fuck.” Shigaraki breathed, stilling as his own waves of pleasure overcame him. You barely registered the pulse of his cock as he came deep inside of you. 

You both try to catch your breath, time seeming to still as you panted. Shigaraki was the first to move, you felt him pull out and pause — no doubt watching his cum drip from your cunt — before taking his place next to you on the bed. 

The quiet of the room is deafening and your eyelids feel heavy. You’re as still as a mouse, not wanting to stir and risk him starting up again, but his eyes are already closed. You almost think he’s asleep before he speaks again. 

“Next time,” he starts, stretching before sitting up, “I won’t be so kind. So you should clean up your nasty attitude.”

You nod, dread weighing down your efforts. There wouldn’t be a next time, if you could help it. Regrettably, you tremble at the thought as you realize this is the exact lesson he was trying to teach you.

[mannaima]

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[mannaima]

watched the fnaf movie on Thursday …. wow…… Mike has not left my mind since then. I must…. Write for him…… should I…. AGHHHHHHH

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[mannaima]

black out with Sirius (and/? 👀) or James

YOU MIGHT HATE ME FOR THIS MY LOVE but I misread this request and did a whole drabble convinced you said sirius and remus and not sirius and james 😭 please don’t be mad but it fits so well with those two! i promise to make it up to you with a james fic soon 🥲

𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒹𝓊𝑒 ⎹ 𝓡.𝓛. 𝔁 𝓢.𝓑.

fandom harry potter / the marauders masterlist

featuring corrupted!remus lupin x reader ( f ) x dark!sirius black

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors ( anyone under the age of eighteen ), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog. all characters are 18+, for obvious reasons hogwarts is closer to a university.

content warning all smut, non/dub con ( teeters on the line a bit ), suggested stalking and kidnapping, teensy bit of blood kink, pain kink, choking ( until the black out point ), unprotected sex, belly bulging, dash of breeding kink ( blink and you’ll miss it ), fear kink

summary convincing Remus to steal you away is just as much fun for Sirius as it is for Remus.

word count 990 / drabble

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

“What did I tell you, Moony? Just a little bit of restraint, and my guidance, you can have anything you want.” Sirius is giddy with excitement, holding your head in his lap, keeping it poised so that you’ve no choice but to watch Remus rut into you. his face is twisted in pleasure, both hands wrapped in fists around your elbows, pinning your arms against the floor. his entire weight is pressed into them, keeping himself leveled above you. your own hands clench into fists, helplessly. “Do you know just how long he’s wanted to have you like this? How long he’s settled for thinking of you while fucking his own fist? Too long. Poor thing, should’ve snatched you up the second you rejected him.” he hisses, and you sense an air of distaste about him. was he angry that you told Remus months ago that you weren’t interested? “Oh, well. Better late than never, I suppose. Besides, after tonight, you’ll never fix that pretty mouth to utter the word no again. Tell him, my dear,” Sirius croons against the shell of your ear. his hands cradle your cheeks, “tell him you’re his now.”

you wince; the way Sirius coos to you seems to have an affect on Remus, too, because he grunts under his breath and drives himself into you even harder. vision blurring, you glance down to your poor belly, which seemed too full to keep from bursting. violent waves ripple through your body with each intense thrust, pushing a bulge up from your lower belly in the shape of him. you stare at the sordid display, almost amazed that your body could take this much abuse, and you whimper. there’s a hideous set of bloody gashes along your abdomen, and a matching set on one thigh, but neither were deep enough to require any serious medical attention, just sting and bleed. “I—I’m yours!”

Sirius lets out a breathy chuckle, grinning in content up at his fellow Gryffindor, who moans at the admission, dipping his head down to seal his mouth over one of your breasts, suckling furiously until your back arches off the floor. he teases your nipple, pulling with his teeth, and you cry out, weak. “Remus! Please, you’re— you’re hurting… me…”

Remus groans against your skin, leaving a wildfire of sloppy kisses over your sore breast, snorting hot air against the marks where his teeth have sunk in deep enough to break the flesh. he’s a starved beast, one who can’t stop. “I know,” he breathes out, ragged, “I have… I have to…”

“Shh, Shh..” Sirius shushes you, one fist coiling around your neck like a wicked serpent. he holds it tight, and your shoulders work, squirming in hopes to free your dead arms and fight to pry him from your throat, but both boys were so much stronger than you. “You should be grateful, anyways, thank him for using your body like this, look at him,” he presses kisses to your temple as his grip seals your windpipe closed. croaking, trying to bring air into your lungs, you peek up at Remus, who is grinding his teeth as he decimates you from above, brows knit together. “Look at how good you’re making him feel, listen to him moan for you. That’s plenty, isn’t it? Plenty to be grateful for?”

“I—“ you wheeze, eyelids fluttering, “I can’t take it… hurts too— much…”

“Aw, such a fragile little thing you are.” but Sirius only squeezes harder, until you’re jerking underneath Remus, gasping for air that couldn’t be drawn in. “Remus is being gentle with you, just wait until it’s my turn. I’ll make you beg for him to fuck you like this again.” you were starting to feel warm, and you could no longer see straight; instead, you see three clones of Remus fucking you, your head swimming.

“Fuck,” Remus howls, eyes rolling behind his lids as his head hangs forward, tawny tendrils an unruly mess draped in your face, “Padfoot, keep— keep doing tha—that, keep choking her… she’s so tight right now!” maybe you’re on the cusp of losing consciousness, and that’s what intensifies every violent thrust, or maybe Remus truly is possessed by lust, because you could swear he’s fucking a hole through you. you want to scream, you want to beg him to go easier on you, but both options are long lost with your breathing privileges, so you gag and choke and convulse against him. “Please, oh fuck, please…”

“Keep milking him until your body gives out. Just like that. Show him how bad you want to be full of his cum, and maybe he’ll be kind enough to swell your little belly.” all too happy to oblige, Sirius clamps down on your throat until your neck starts to feel bruised, and your vision darkens. it was as if someone was dimming the lights, each time you blinked, the room got darker. “I think she needs a little nap,” Sirius chuckles wickedly, kissing the crown of your head even as you try to shake your head in protest. “Look at how sleepy you’re getting, love. You can hardly keep those glazed eyes open anymore.”

and Remus was howling, kissing at your open lips, the side of your mouth, and moaning your name like a needy prayer. “I’ll give it all to you, my love, all of it— I’ll make you take everything—“

“I—‘m— a—fraid—“ would Sirius strangle you to death? it certainly seemed as though he wasn’t willing to let up until you had slipped away.

“Good, fear makes your cunt sweeter.” you could hardly fight any longer, your muscles all feeling much too heavy to control, your eyes rolling back. the immense cocktail of pleasure and pain fading. but you can hear Sirius, in his velvety baritone. “Go ahead and give in to sleep, sweetheart, we’ll wake you up in a few minutes. When it’s my turn.”

[mannaima]

Stalker regulus smut PLEASEEHDBBFBF

𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 ⎹ 𝓡.𝓑.

fandom harry potter / the marauders masterlist

featuring death eater!regulus black x muggle!reader ( f )

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors ( anyone under the age of eighteen ), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog. all characters are 18+, this takes place outside of hogwarts.

content warning technically a dark fic, stalking, obsession, masturbation ( him ), some somnophilia, noncon smut, mind control kink technically (imperius curse), face fucking

summary the muggle world is under the control of the Death Eaters, and one in particular has been keeping a close eye on you.

word count 3k / one shot

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

he normally watched you from home.

after all, what had he gone through the trouble of enchanting the shop owner into selling you the damn two way mirror for if he didn’t use it?

luckily for him, you must’ve decided that the antique looked best in your bedroom, and so most nights, he had the perfect view of you sleeping soundly. he would’ve been lounging on his bed, naked, staring into that mirror as his palm worked himself over. he liked to imagine how soft your butterfly strokes would be, and try to mimic them with the lightest hand possible, calling your name under his breath as he did so. “More.” he would beg to himself, seeing the visage of you on your knees before him behind his eyelids. he envisioned you would poke your lips out in the cutest pout as you looked up at him, both fists curled around his cock and working in tandem to please him in the ways he’s taught you.

but, that’s all it was.

fantasies.

after he’d finished, when he’s panting and shuddering beneath the waves of aftershock, when he’d open his eyes, he was alone in his bed. and you in yours. he decided watching you through the mirror was no longer sufficient. it kept too much distance between he and you.

he wanted to get closer.

he needed to be closer.

it wasn’t his first time unlocking your door with a wave of his wand, whispering a hushed, “Alohomora.” this was, however, his first time stepping inside and knowing that you were asleep in the bedroom. he usually waited, watched you leave. he would appear to be a patrolling Death Eater, ensuring that the muggles were obeying their new laws.

sometimes, you would catch his eye and his heart would start to pound rapid fire in its organic prison. the daggers you glared at him may as well have torn through his body. you, like most muggles, hated the Death Eaters, only unlike most muggles, you weren’t afraid to show it in the fire in your eyes. he’d even heard you mouth off to one once, and he could remember the acid on your tongue when you told him just where he could stick his magic wand. it shouldn’t have, but it made Regulus laugh.

it was always only after you’ve disappeared from sight that Regulus would let himself into your apartment. taking his time, he would walk each room, fingers gliding along the upholstery, imagining that yours have done the same at some point. he’d creep into your bedroom and lie down on your side of the bed, breathing in the scent of you with his eyes closed. sometimes, if he were lucky and you had been in too much of a hurry to discard your pajamas in the hamper by the door, they would be strewn over top of the bed. and he would fondle them carefully, slender digits rubbing waves of soft fabric that smelled like you. he was always shamefully hard when he wrapped your panties around his fist and brought them to his face, kissed at the delicate fabric, before sliding them under the waistband of his trousers pressing them to his throbbing groin to grind against, fucking the cotton until he stained them white.

that was the closest he’s ever come to you.

until tonight.

the living room was dark, curtains pulled closed over the windows, and he tiptoes, carefully and slow, into the hallway. the apartment is silent, so quiet he can almost hear you breathing on the other side of the door when he reaches it. or, maybe, that’s just his own heavy breath, the pounding of his own heart. he presses a palm against the door, and it whines softly as it opens. he takes a step inside.

your bedroom smells of your perfume, and he inhales it, eyes fluttering closed behind the mask he wore. he’d been in this room before, smelled the scent of you on your pillows, but it was all the more intense when you were here. you smelled warm and sweet, and he was certain that it was the aroma of his own, personal hellfire.

there’s a faint glow from a street lamp outside of your window that casts a glow across your sleeping visage, and he discards the mask, pushing his hood back on to his shoulders as he comes closer, and falls to his knees at the side of the bed as if you were splayed upon an altar to be worshipped at.

blasphemy.

that’s what it was. beautiful, horrible blasphemy to kneel for a muggle. to see the sun and moon in a twinkle behind her eyes. to yearn for her, to lust after her, to want nothing more than to be able to touch her to keep the madness away. that’s what his noble family, his noble cause would say. hell, they might even kill him. a blood traitor.

but in this room, in this darkness, in this moment, none of that mattered.

his cock was already twitching, needy and impatient against his thigh, just from the closeness. sprawled on your back, your face was turned away from him, one arm flung over the pillow. as if you’d been dropped from the heavens and landed just so.

Regulus exhales, shaky, one hand reaching up to grasp the sheet atop which you lay whilst his hand delves into his undone bottoms. touching himself while staring up at you, lying unconscious just a few inches from his reach elicits a weak moan, one that almost didn’t sound like the powerful Wizard he thought himself to be. he palms at his erection with a rough hand, hoping to work himself into finishing quickly so he could slip out of your apartment undetected. however, temptation was gnawing at him. the longer he allowed his slate gaze to traverse the curves of your unconscious frame, the more persistent the urge to reach out and touch you became. until it’s so mighty that he drops his forehead against the mattress with a heavy breath in defeat. “Dammit.” his free hand swims the sea of sheets and hikes over your abdomen, before resting atop your breast. he shudders, pumping himself faster. harder. “Damn you,” he whispers, but it’s breathless and weak and followed by a moan of your name as he kneads your bare mound through your pajama top; there’s no resistance— you hadn’t been wearing a bra. “Damn you for feeling so good.”

your body twitches, and Regulus nearly stops breathing, head snapping up with eyes wide and nervous, but it was a simple sigh in your sleep. it takes a moment for him to process, but then he bites down on his lip. “I wonder if it feels good for you,” he whispers, “if you’re dreaming about me.” thrusting into his own hand, his eyes turn towards your lower portion, hidden under the covers. he knew you never wore bottoms to bed, just your panties, and the thought has him moaning through sealed tiers. he shouldn’t. but he couldn’t stop himself. that dastardly hand of his glides down your midsection and disappears under the blanket, slipping between the warmth of your thighs to pet the soft cotton of your panties and he grunts, leaning forward to bite down on the sheet to keep from waking you. his eyelids flutter. never in a million years would he have expected to be driven to the brink of insanity with the mere feeling of someone’s skin, and yet, you had come along and put all of his bravado to shame.

“You’re so warm…” the first two digits on his hand prod against your panties, working slowly, methodically, but the treatment of his own sex is so far removed from gentle that he’s practically trembling with every forceful pump. he can feel a wet patch forming under his the pads of his fingers and you let out a soft, sleepy whimper and the Death Eater practically loses his composure. rubbing more fervently, he rolls his eyes behind his lids and calls for you. he knew he should slow down, that he was getting too rough and too loud, but you were so wet and he was already edging towards a powerful climax that he couldn’t hold back.

and that was when you woke up.

at first, he wasn’t so sure that your eyes had opened, until you suck in a breath to scream. the Death Eater panics, clamping one hand over your mouth to muffle the sound; his order patrolled the city streets at night, and the last thing he needed was for anyone else to find him here like this.

“Shh—“ he hisses, harsh, but both of your arms come up to push at him as he scrambles up on to the bed. you’re stronger, putting up more of a fight than he anticipated, and so he straddles your chest, jamming his knees into your shoulders to pin you in place. staring down into your frightened, wide eyes, Regulus can’t think. you were writhing, kicking your legs and trying to reach around his body to shove him off, screaming muffled through his palm. “Shh!”he keeps your mouth covered tight, but his nerves are so agitated that he doesn’t even think about his next move. his other hand flees from his trousers and retrieves the wand in his pocket, wielding it towards you with a stern, “Imperio.” before he even realizes that he’s done it. “Be quiet. Now.”

a moment later, you relax, dazed in the curse. no more screaming. your hands both fall back against the pillow and Regulus can breathe a tad bit easier. “I’m going to take my hand off of your mouth,” he whispers, slowly and crystal clear, “and you’re not going to scream.” you nod, gazing up at him, and he slowly releases your face from his grasp. your lips are parted, but not a single peep comes out. “You’re not afraid of me.” he murmurs. “Say it.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

he expels a sigh of relief, but he feels guilty. he looks down at the position he’s in, pinning you to the bed, and bites down on his lower lip. his hard on hanging from his undone bottoms, so close to you, he despises the vivid and obscene compulsion that overtakes him. it’s even worse with you staring up at him the way you are, waiting to be commanded. ready to obey. don’t. he tries to tell himself, but he’s already reaching for your hand.

you were already under the imperius curse, so why should he waste the opportunity?

grasping your wrist, he brings your hand to his mouth. first, he kisses your fingers, staring down at you. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” he whispers, “too fucking long.” running his tongue along your palm, he slathers it in his saliva, before guiding your hand down to his cock. more resolved, more authoritative, he feels the confidence of having you under his thumb. “I want you to touch me… satisfy my urges, muggle.”

a faint smile etches your lips up, as if you were drunk, and your digits wrap around the base of him. he inhaled sharply when you stroke.

“Yes.” he mutters, both hands reaching down to cradle your face and keep it turned up; his shoulders hunch and he stares down at you through a sea of unruly, dark locks. “Keep going, more.” his hips jerk against your movements, the urge to rut into the slow pumping driving him crazy, but he resists. his thumbs graze over your lips, shaping them, as he moans your name. “You’re so beautiful, so, so beautiful—“

“Thank you.” you reply, smiling up at him.

he knew it was a false reality. you were compelled, cursed to be so accepting of him. you would do anything and everything he wanted in that moment, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. he was finally getting what he always wanted— you.

grey eyes focused on your mouth, he chews on his own. the thought of the warmth, the wetness of your cavern and your plush lips wrapping around his girth is almost too much to bear.

“Open.” he commands, and you obey in the blink of an eye. he groans, shifting to inch himself closer to your face, pushing your hand away so he can guide his cock to your waiting couplet. “I need to fuck your pretty mouth,” he moans, unable to believe that he was truly here right now, “and you’re going to be a useful hole and keep it open and let me have my way with it.”

you tilt your head, slightly, opening wider, and give a little nod. “Ah-ay.” it was the only way you could agree, because he was already stuffing himself inside. his patience had all but ran out.

Regulus drops his head back and moans, one hand gripping the headboard the moment he fills your mouth. he’s close already, throbbing; he’d been edging since he was on his knees moments ago, but this— this would surely push him over the edge. “Good, good girl,” he mewls, rocking his hips to set a quick pace. he couldn’t hold back anymore, he was frenzied. “T—take it for me, take it all for me!”

a symphony fills the room; the dull thud of the headboard rhythmically slamming into the wall, the gurgling and shrill clucking every time the head of his cock jabs the back of your throat, and his own, sordid moaning. Regulus fights the urge to close his eyes, determined to stare into your watery ones when he cums. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, the perfect little sleeve for my cock.” he whines, watching the tears escape your ducts from the pummeling your throat is taking. you handle it well, due to the curse or not, even when he grasps your hair at the root and pulls your head forward to meet his merciless fucking, “I should’ve done this so long ago!” your eyes are hazy, lids heavy, but he shakes his head, pushing your head back, “No, no, keep those eyes open.” your lids part immediately, “Look at me. Watch me fuck your face. Fuck, I’m almost there…”

Regulus knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold it in and once you met his gaze, and it was all over in a matter of moments. just a couple more thrusts before he buried himself as deep into your throat as he could go, pressing his hips into you to push the back of your head against the pillows as he cums. even as he cries out, he can hear a faint gagging under his weight, and he exhales, petting your hair back with a soft, encouraging mumble. “Swallow. There, there. Good girl.”

pulling out of your mouth was damn near impossible. if he had it his way, Regulus would’ve stayed nestled there with your soft lips pressed to his pelvis until the end of time. however, he knew he had to release you. pulling back, his cock falls from your mouth with a vulgar pop, and you let out a few ragged breaths, chest heaving. still, you’re not frightened, your eyes still watch him, as if ready to heed another command. he pushes himself off of you and tucks his manhood into his trousers, fastening them. “You will never, ever tell anyone about this.”

“I will never tell anyone about this.” you answer, the same, drunken simper on your face. only now, your lips are glazed with saliva, glossy.

Regulus stares at you, and grabs a fistful of the blanket, wrenching it back simply out of curiosity. “Spread your legs.”

you do, and he scoffs. his cock twitches in his pants. the wet patch has grown significantly, and he can’t help but slide his fingers under the waistband of your panties and slot them under your weeping folds. you were so damn wet. you liked it. curse or no curse, choking on Regulus’ cock had made you a sticky mess. he groans through grit teeth when he hears a soft whimper from you, and circles your entrance with the tip of his finger. he can feel you clench around air, and he wanted to feel the grip on his cock, but he resists.

for now.

the next time he visited, however, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking you to complete ruin, now that he knew that he could.

pulling his hand free, webs of your arousal clinging to his fingers, he holds them up to your mouth, and you take them in as if you can read his mind, graciously suckling yourself off of his digits, batting wet eyelashes up at him. “Should I stuff that wet little cunt next time?” he asks, and you nod with a happy, hopeful moan, licking his fingers clean like a desperate animal. “Fill it with my cum, too?” the thought is most sinful— and he knew that his family would have him drawn and quartered for even considering mating with a muggle. but you nod again, and he suddenly doesn’t care. to hell with them, to hell with tradition. “Yes? Do you want it that bad? Would you take it anywhere I wanted to give it?” another nod. he knows you’re simply acting out what he wants, a pantomime, but it’s more than he’d ever believed he’d get. that’s enough. he nods, too, and leans over your bed, his free hand grabbing your chin to direct your line of sight to him and him only. “Very good girl. I want you to go back to sleep now, and dream of me. Dream that you take my hard cock in every hole and you fucking love it, and when you wake up, I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers hard and deep until you scream my name when you cum all over them.”

“What’s your name?” you ask, compliant.

“Regulus Black.”

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Southern Charm (Rafe Cameron x Reader x Chase Andrews)

Warnings: NON-CON, stalking, underage drinking, crossover

➥ you don’t have to be familiar with Where The Crawdads Sing to follow along with any characters in this fic. Just know that he’s a 1960s version of Rafe with a domestic violence + attempted rape charge

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies | divider by @firefly-graphics​

summary: Privileged assholes always want what they can’t have. Or, alternatively, you turn down the wrong guys one too many times.

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Hey guys sorry for not posting I’m working 40 hours a week and I’m in school and also I just got broken up with lol how’s everyone doin

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do u guys ever have a dream about a guy that doesn’t exist and so all you can think about is this guy you fell in love with in ur dreams. I’m literally so upset rn

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I’m writing some more Joel requests + the series I wanted to finish up…. But also. Dry heaves I’ve been watching obx and I cannot stop thinking about RAFEEEE. I rly wanna write a story for him that I’ve been having on my mind for a while. Hhhhhhhh

#but I have a mountain of requests to do #curse me

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dark joel w/ a breeding kink would be so 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

HHHHHH despite my earlier works saying otherwise, joel really loves cumming in u

Warnings: NON-CON, breeding

"That's it princess, take it all." Joel's grunts were right in your ear, and you couldn't help but whimper as tears ran down your face.

You don't remember much of your night out in Jackson, drinking alone at a bar until a man named Joel joined you, letting you talk his ears off in your drunken state. Despite his reacting to your little rambles about adventures you had, all the words were in one ear and out the other, he was focused on your beautifulness. Your reddened lips and cheeks, gorgeous smile and beautiful body.

"Joel.. P-please." His hand slapped over your mouth, and his thrusts went deep inside you.

"Such a tight fuckin' pussy."

You barely remember standing and stumbling, Joel catching you and offering to take you home. You nodded, understanding you may have had a bit too much to drink. But one thing led to another, and Joel dragged you to his home, thankful Ellie decided to spend the night with her friends.

"It's like you were made for me. M'gonna ruin you." You kept shaking your head, your unwilling figure bent over Joel's bed, his arms trapping you as he pressed your figure against the sheets.

"P-Puh-Please. Stop it..." You could barely get the words out, voice shaking with pain as he filled you. You felt so full, it all happened so quickly. You denied his kisses, his touch, and the sickness in your stomach grew as his hands reached into your panties.

"Fuck, princess, gonna cum in your pussy. Squeezing me too tight..." You snapped out of your drunken state, sobering up at his statement, feeling dread run through your veins.

"Nononono. Please, not t-" His arm wrapped around your head in a headlock-like motion, the words dying on your tongue.

"Making you a mommy. Take it all, you're mine." You sobbed, feeling his cum fill you, his groans barely audible over your cries.

#sorry for the small drabble Just trying to get the requests outta the way #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel miller x female reader #tw noncon #dark! joel miller x reader #dark!joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller the last of us #tlou

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So so good! I’m not usually one for cheater fics but this one made me… Grrrr Bark Bark…. I love Joel being so desperate UGH icing on this cake.

Man I'm just bloody feral for the Miller Brothers and that damn breeding kink 😩😭 help a sis out!! Keep posting that nasty stuff please 🥹💖

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Summary: You want a baby so bad you fail to realize how it might affect your marriage and Joel impresses with his skills as a father so much you catch yourself imagining him in your husband’s stead.

A/n: I will for you!!! This is a whole story omgoshness, I wasn’t expecting it to be this big. There will be a small Drabble after this, with Tommy >:)

Warnings: Smut, heavy on the breeding kink, reader is pregnant for most of it (it’s Tommy’s), infidelity, some barely mentioned concerns of infertility, Tommy is such a sweetheart #undeserved, Joel is an asshole and mad jealous, dark fic!!!

Tommy had introduced you to Joel, he thought you two would get along well, but he didn't expect you to get along that well. The first time Joel had laid eyes on you his face brightened, he tipped his head down at you, shaking your hand for a second too long.

Then Tommy wrapped his arms around your waist and Joel had swallowed so harshly, his throat bobbed.

He was happy for his little brother, he had a partner, somewhere safe to live, a community that cherished him. He had even showed him the ring he had found in an abandoned jewelry shop somewhere out where he usually patrolled.

He was happy for his little brother.

Then you started popping up all the time, always knocking at his door in the morning, asking him to accompany you to breakfast at the hall. You asked Ellie too, but in those moments whenever you looked in his direction he felt as if you were only speaking to him. You wanted his company.

"Tommy's busy in the mornings, either on patrol or helping build something."

Joel had the urge to ask you if he could help around Jackson too, he's sure he could do what Tommy does, maybe even do it better.

He hums as a response, fighting the urge to bring mouthfuls of food into his mouth and eat it all quickly. Ellie had no shame though, you patted her back whenever you noticed her scarfing down her food.

"You'll get a stomachache, baby," you would scold softly, a hint of a smile on your lips. He smiled at you appreciatively when she slowed down. She never listens to him, unless it was serious, it seemed as if a gentler approach was needed. Something he didn't think he could provide naturally.

You had this motherly feeling to you, he's sure you would be a great parent. Tommy had told him how you were trying, how he finally felt safe enough and secure in how the town's own wellbeing was to start looking towards settling down, with you.

Joel got quiet after that conversation, letting him talk on and on about how you two were reorganizing your home, gathering supplies for the baby or babies if you were lucky. He had winked at that, a smirk firmly planted on his face mentioning offhandedly that he remembers their uncle having twins, as well as their grandparents having a pair as well.

Joel had excused himself afterwards and you had caught him at the door of your house just as he was stepping out and you were getting your keys.

"Hey, Joel," you had greeted, pulling him into a hug.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, your hands sliding up his sides and onto his back, accidentally going under his jacket. Your chest was flushed against his, he could feel your breasts squeeze and compress against him.

He reciprocated all too willingly.

"Mrs. Miller."

You chuckle, he'd call you that and it would sound as if he himself had given you the name to keep. You vaguely remember the time a newcomer had asked where your husband was, Tommy sitting right next to you.

You gave them a weird look, then they clarified, "Where's Joel?"

Tommy had chuckled it off, ignoring your growing frown. It was funny to him, but it wasn't to you. He hadn't thought of the implications of the misconceptions like you had.

When you thought about it, you two are only ever together at night, when he was done with his day. Most of your activities now included fucking or sleeping, you barely even spoke now.

"How are you?" you ask.

He nods, pursing his lips, hating the way you had stepped back and your warmth left him, your hands resting on his forearms so that you could have a small chat before he left.

"Good,” he purses his lips and sucks in his teeth, “heard you were thinkin' of adding a Miller to the family."

Your face scrunches in what looks to be embarrassment and some form of annoyance. Tommy loves to go around town and run his mouth, you glance behind Joel to catch Tommy leaning against the doorway, you narrow your eyes playfully before your face fell a little, seeing that he had his boots on along with his pack on his shoulder, ready to leave again.

You focus back on Joel, your smile returning naturally.

"Yeah, hopefully. It's taking a bit."

You look down to the ground, trying to hide your disappointment. When he turned back, he could see Tommy's own look of slight despair. Your relationship was at a strain, despite himself, he started to find elation in his heart at the fact.

Especially when you started to talk to him about it.

Ellie had just finished eating, so quickly you hadn't even finished your eggs. You watch as she drapes her coat over herself, practically bouncing with energy to meet up with her new friends. Joel's expression softens when he sees the way you stare at her, a knowing look on your face, an eyebrow raised.

"Be careful, don't go running around by the gates‐"

"I won't. Promise."

You hum, skeptical. You had seen her the other day, along with her group. They were always up to something, most of the time just causing slight annoyances to the townsfolk. They were good kids but had low survival instincts.

You worry about her, as if you were her own mother. Joel is taken back to the night you had come over for dinner, Tommy busy being part of the elected council. Ellie had confessed to you first about her crush on this girl she met in school.

"She's so fucking cool. She has all these tattoos and shit‐"

"You have a crush on her?" you had asked simply, accompanied by a teasing grin.

She was scared, admittedly. To talk about that aspect of her life, to express it openly, if at all. Her face fell, growing paler by the second.

"Don't tell Joel..."

That had broken his heart. An axe pressing down the side, twisting and pushing so hard he thought he couldn't breathe for a second.

"I won't."

The beating organ in his chest seemed to plummet to his stomach.

"But..." you had pushed her hair back, pulling her to your side, your hand squeezing her shoulder and arm reassuringly, "That man loves you so much, he would rather die than make you feel as if he didn't."

Ellie had told him in passing, asking how to ask girls out, her eyes flickering between him and the hallway every few seconds. Of course you were there, sipping from one of his mugs, enjoying the coffee he had offered to share with you. He smiled at you so gratefully you thought another man was staring at you. He’s sure if you hadn’t reassured Ellie she would have never mentioned a thing.

It was sweet, watching him try to explain how to impress a woman, turning to you for help but only being met with a shrug and a smirk. You liked watching them communicate, live, just be. He really did care about her like a father, a good one, even if he asked too many questions about this mystery girl named Cat.

You were starting to see her as a daughter too, although you don't think you'll ever confess that to anyone, not even Tommy. If anything the closest thing you could be with Ellie is aunt and niece.

You sigh when she leaves in a rush. You briefly glance down at your stomach, feeling your disappointment flare in your mind once again at waking up to find out you were still going through your cycle that month.

"How are you?" Joel muttered. A question echoed back to you for once, since you always wanted to know about everyone else's day.

You nod, following by a small "Good," which he didn't believe at all. He reaches a hand across the table, and he wonders how Tommy never understands why people mistake you and Joel for a couple. You flip your hand, your fingers twisting together tightly.

"Is it Tommy?"

You sigh, breathing out shakily and attempting to smile and brush off the sadness that envelopes you.

"It's not‐ he's working so much to make sure we have everything for the baby.”

You sigh.

“It just feels as if he's not here with me anymore."

Joel knew all too well how Tommy gets when he sets a goal. He came all the way to Wyoming from Boston all by himself for god's sake. He tends to leave his family behind. Joel would never.

In the absence of anyone around and and the sinking feeling in your chest, you finally let yourself break.

Your eyes fill with tears, your lips start to wobble and you try to hide your face with your hand. He stands quickly, already beside you on the wooden bench.

"I just‐ I feel so lonely sometimes."

His arms go around your shoulders, you’re enveloped in his scent and warmth. Shivers go down your spine. When was the last time Tommy had held you this way? His head atop yours, squeezing you tightly and pressing you against his chest as he cradles your head. It's been too long.

"Hey, darlin'. I'm here, it's okay," he whispers. He pulls back to see you so broken, so beautiful and vulnerable. He hates the way his heart beats wildly at the hopeful way you look up at him with half lidded eyes.

"You're not alone, baby. I'm right here with you."

He looks into your eyes deeply, his hands cupping your face. It was wrong, he knew it was. It should be Tommy in his place, he shouldn’t have started leaning in, his eyes shouldn’t have flickered to your lips, prompting you to do the same.

You grip him by the lapels of his thick jacket, pushing yourself to meet his lips with your own desperately. He reciprocates with a deep groan, as if he had been holding it in since the day he met you.

You stop when he had coaxed your mouth open, his tongue sliding past your lips and caressing your own. You stop when you give a high whine, feeling your core pulse at the way his hands travelled to your waist and hips, dipping into the denim of your jeans. You stop when your hands ran over his hair, feeling the roots and lightly tugging. You stop when you realize his hands were different, his lips and his hair weren't what you were used to.

You stop when you realize you weren't kissing Tommy.

You push away quickly, leaving him leaning towards you as if he couldn't get enough. He genuinely couldn't, your taste was intoxicating, the feel of your body against his so intimately made his mind blur.

“Shit-Joel-“

He attempted to kiss you again, but you had leaned further away, standing and shaking your head in shock. He watched you leave, rushing to put on your jacket, taking big strides. You glanced at him one last time as you passed by the window, catching his stare, how his mouth hung open and he licked his lips when you had stopped slightly only to continue forward, flustered.

You were like a drug to him.

You had acted as if nothing had happened, you haven't gone to his house for dinner, you hadn't invited him to get breakfast with you and you haven't been alone with him since.

It was just a kiss, he thought. A kiss and he lost you for who knows how long. He watches you when Tommy invites him over for dinner, how you talk to Ellie most of the night, how you keep a hand on Tommy at all times like a message. You were Tommy's and you wanted him.

He could see through the facade easily. He wonders if you think of the kiss often. If you imagine Joel instead of Tommy when he fucks you every night. He thinks of you often, almost every night when he jerks his cock in his fist, imagining your whines and whimpers, how wet you must get and how you crave touch so intensely.

He imagines you under the layers of clothes you wear, how he would peel them off slowly, make you squirm under his gaze. Some nights your stomach is normal, soft and healthy, others it's swollen, so much so your breasts rest atop it like a shelf.

He likes those nights, when he imagines himself giving you the baby you wanted, what Tommy seems to be lacking on. He'd stave himself off, letting go of his cock or squeezing so tightly his orgasm is lost. He'd have a vision in his mind, your big puffy tits in his mouth, sucking at a constant rate to get your milk going down his throat and falling heavily into his stomach.

He wanted to be full of you, satiated by what you provide. He wanted you to be full of him. Fucking twins. You had told him the other day, before you had started avoiding him entirely, how twins run in your family.

Two beautiful babies. Healthy and chubby because you two would take care of them with so much love and care. Beautiful babies he would watch grow and become beautiful people.

Then you started feeling sick a couple months later and the next few months were filled with celebrations and gatherings all for the growing Miller family. He started seeing you more often, his desires increased tenfold. Each time he would see you, your belly would be slightly larger, your body softer but your eyes were starting to dull.

Tommy's appearance was becoming less and less prominent and you would be surrounded by mothers and parents, elderly and children, all trying to ensure that you were doing well.

Your eyes only ever brightened when Ellie was around, which wasn't often anymore. She was growing into a young adult and to be completely truthful she didn't find anything worth talking about with you anymore, not since your condition had impeded you from riding on a horse comfortably, let alone help patrol or keep up at the stables.

It felt as if everyone was slowly starting to avoid you. At least the people you cared for. Tommy picks up any job and task he could get his hands on, if only for a few extra shares of food, clothing, materials and guns, and Ellie is off with her friends, worrying the whole town.

Recently they had made their way out of Jackson, taking some of the horses from the stables without telling anyone. You remember the look on Joel's face when a patrolmen found them out and drinking alcohol, he was so red and his brows were so furrowed deep he looked cartoonish.

Your heart had warmed at his sigh afterwards, shaking his head and most likely having counted to ten in his head to keep in his anger. A pat on the back is all he did, telling her to go to school and that when she came back they were going to discuss some things.

His eyes connected with yours afterwards, catching you staring and for the first time in a while you kept your gaze steady. Your hand had gone to the now prominent swell of your middle, wondering how Tommy would have reacted to the very same situation Ellie was in.

Would he shout and scream or would he collect himself and give a stern warning? Would he even be a good father?

You stop yourself before you could think on it more. Thinking about wanting Tommy to be like Joel was mean. This was his first time being a dad, Joel had already done it before. It wasn't fair to judge so quickly, especially if the baby wasn't even in his arms yet.

But wouldn't it be nice... you imagine Joel with a baby in his arms, swaying ever so slightly, smiling down at the bundle of warmth. Then he would look to you, his eyes softening when you smiled tiredly at the scene. Just like in that moment, when Joel had smiled at you and you had smiled sheepishly back, a sign that he could get close again.

Joel isn't the type of man to let an opportunity go to waste.

...

You waddle, you waddle now, and it was exhausting. There was no one to complain to, no one to even talk about these problems you have been dealing with because Tommy was tired too. He would come back home, finding you half asleep with a book in hand on the rocking chair he had been able to get by trading and barely speak a word before he went up to shower and ultimately go to bed for his morning shift.

He didn't hear how you shifted in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, how sometimes you would wake up nauseated and puke when he was still asleep. He wasn't even there when you felt the first kicks, when you had dropped your laundry to the floor and stood in shock when you had finally felt something shift. It was said in passing, a comment about having felt the baby, and it was shrugged off, a passing hand at your shoulders and a peck to your lips before he left.

Disheartening and disappointing is what it was. Things were so good before, then you had asked to build a family with him and you regret it now. You had just gotten married and you were so desperate for how things were before the outbreak that you didn't realize how hard things would be to even get ready for such a monumental step in your life.

You were hoping to talk about it in the evening when you knew Tommy would be home. He had taken a morning and night shift, having midday to rest. You hope it meant you would see him more, to stop thinking about other men in his stead.

A sharp bell from the door startled you, and when your head turned sharply to the clock by the wall your heart started pumping with joy. The door opened and Tommy was met with a bright smile.

The hug had made him take a step back, almost losing his balance from how you threw your whole body in his arms. He holds you as tight as he could, slightly swaying and sighing from the way your head fell almost perfectly into the warm junction of his neck and shoulder.

Your bodies radiated happiness, your minds turning blank at each other's touch. His hands gripped yours tightly when you had started roaming, your lips already working over his exposed neck after a few seconds of inhaling his deep musk.

It's been months since you've been this close and your body needed some release. You were already wet, your pussy clenching at the thought of him taking his jacket and flannel off and exposing his broad chest and shoulders in the tight thermos you knew he wore all the time to keep from the winter's cold.

You held in a moan at the taste of his skin, your tongue peaking from your lips teasingly and your hand moving to the front of his pants that you felt slowly becoming firmer with each passing second.

You heave when he had stopped you, pulling back to look in your eyes, his brown orbs full of playfulness and slight disappointment.

"Joel and Ellie are going to stay awhile, we can't right now, honey."

It took a minute, you were licking your lips, shifting uncomfortably as he stepped back and let go of you. Then a couple feet from your front porch Joel Miller comes striding in, a small, soft smile on his face as he trudges up the steps.

"Mrs. Miller," he greets, humor in his voice. Your eyes narrow at his confidence as if you hadn't made every move to not be in his presence alone for the past few months.

Tommy's hand caresses up and down on your arm, trying to soothe the mounting disappointment and discomfort at his arrival.

"The generator doesn't work, tried to fix it but looks like something's off with the power."

You eye them on your front door, squinting between the both of them in disbelief.

"I I know I haven't asked the woman of the house yet." He expects a chuckle, you just stare, his face falls slightly, "But I had already offered them the guest rooms and a Miller always keeps their promises."

...

Tommy learned how to cook, for you. It was rough the first few times, when he would give you either burnt food or half cooked and raw meats but with each dinner he had gotten better. Staring at his back, you watch him gathering ingredients from cupboards, turning to ask if you knew where certain things were and smiling when you just motioned with your head in annoyance.

You stand with your back against the kitchen island, sighing loudly from the company. You remember the night he proposed, he pulled his hair in a bun, like he did now to cook, and wore an old dress shirt. He found a record player, brought it home and played some slow songs. His eyes looked so deep into yours that night, it felt like you fell in love all over again.

He turns to you, crossing his arms and giving you that gigawatt smile and it feels as if your chest was starting to combust, the memory of that night suddenly coming to fruition again.

"Can I?"

Joel's chest blocks your view, you stand up straighter. He didn't ask again when you looked up at him in confusion, his hands already at your stomach, roaming. His fingers prod at the end of your shirt- Tommy's shirt, and pulls up to reveal a sliver of the skin of your stomach.

"Your niece has been growing," Tommy adds after a few seconds, going back to focusing on the stove. He was oblivious to the way you shifted on your feet uncomfortably.

"Niece? You think it's a girl,” Joel asks, looking down at you, his brow quirked.

"Know so, I can feel it," Tommy responds.

Joel smiles softly when you do, glancing behind his shoulder, to Tommy. He deserves a good life; he just hates that it had to be with you. Maybe if you weren't already together when he arrived, he would have swooped in and taken you first.

Maybe then he would be the one telling Tommy that his niece was growing in your belly instead of the other way around. He turns to you.

"Have you gotten any cravings yet?"

He stares down at you, his eyes moving to your lips and staying there. Tommy couldn't see the glint in his eye, the way his thumb moves in circles on the skin of your belly.

"No, not yet,” you respond quietly.

You swallow thickly when he hums, it vibrates from his chest to yours, you throb at the feel of his warm hand, the smirk of his lips.

"It'll happen soon enough, makes you crazy I think, especially now when you can't have what you really want."

The shake of your head makes him chuckle, you glare at his shoulder.

"I'll giver her whatever she likes, she's never been without, not with me around."

You purse your lips, quickly finding the irony in your husband’s words. Joel barely turns his head when speaking back to him. He hums again, considering his words.

"You sure?"

Tommy glances back for a second, confused, not quite catching on. Joel's hands start to drag down lower, moving to your hips, his thumb at your hip bone and digging closer into the front zipper of your jeans.

"What cravings we talkin' about?" his voice was unsure, as if he had caught onto something suspicious. Your breath stutters, Tommy's head turns from where he was cooking at the pan.

"I don't know Tommy, maybe I'll want some ice cream."

You interrupt, seeing Joel's eyes squint and his mouth purse. You weren't sure he was going to say what he wanted to, but you knew it was on the tip of his tongue. He was bold and it made you anxious.

"Maybe some pickles with the ice cream,” you reiterate.

Tommy laughs and Joel frowns when you step away, moving to get a glass of water from the water jar on the kitchen counter. With a kiss to your head, his hands still busy on the sizzling pan and wooden spoon, he chuckles.

"I'll get you all the pickles you want, darlin'."

He winks and swats your ass gently, you scoff. What concerned you was the fact that Joel had scoffed along with you. Tommy laughs, pointing at Joel with his spoon.

"Sorry, can't take my hands off my lady, maybe you'll get what I mean soon, since you got all them women pecking at your feet."

You expect the conversation to end there, you almost sigh in relief at the seconds of silence afterwards.

"Nah, I got my eyes on someone, I'm sure you'll like her Tommy."

"Oh really?"

"Yep."

"Can I meet the lucky gal?"

"I'm sure you already know her since y'know, you've been here longer and it's a pretty small town."

Tommy smiles. He was happy for his older brother, finally settling in. He glances at you beside him, knowing that you had a big part in assimilating him into the town. You glance behind you as if you knew something he didn’t. His heart swells at your close friendship. He had hoped his brother would have accepted you and the other way around, especially with the stories he had told you about his past.

You knew everything about Joel and he had told Joel everything about you.

"I'm sure I do,” he responds seconds later, arching his brow in your direction.

Your ears burn hot, you don't dare turn around, knowing he was grinning right at you.

Lunch was awkward, Tommy had sent you both to set up the table and you had tried to hide your displeasure despite the way Joel's hand on the small of your back made you want to jump out of your skin. It wasn't horrible, it was a good feeling, especially when he had made you sit down while Tommy finished up, massaging your shoulders, then moving down to your lower back, his fingers grazing over the top of your ass.

A moan had escaped you accidentally, making him stop his movements momentarily and continue with more vigor over the stiffness of your muscles.

"Such pretty sounds coming from a pretty mama."

"Joel-“

“It’s ready!”

You shift away a little too quickly, standing and facing Tommy at the doorway. Your hiss from the ache in your back, the sudden weight pulling you down. Tommy immediately goes to your side, urging you to sit back down, barely noticing how close Joel had been seconds before. You eat in relative silence, the dinner lasting longer when Ellie had come in, just coming from her friend’s house.

You only had a few moments with Tommy the rest of the evening, he held you, swaying in the middle of your room, about to put on his boots to leave for patrol. It was always nerve racking, watching him leave now, especially since you used to accompany him all of the time before and now you physically couldn’t. At least he had Maria looking over him now. The worry was still ever present.

“Just a few days and we’ll have the house to ourselves.”

You nod against his chest, gripping his waist tightly. He cups your cheek, feeling your hands shake, trying to keep yourself from crying.

“Hey, I’ll come back, I always do, yeah?”

You nod again and he frowns at your lack of eye contact. His lips soften you some, coaxing your mouth open, making your legs turn to jello at the feel of his hands gliding over your body and pushing you to sit on bed. Your shirt comes off quickly, and he stares in amazement, for the first time in a while seeing your breasts bare.

“They’re bigger, honey.”

You huff a short laugh, watching his hands hesitantly cup them, squeezing and making your nipple bulge from between his fingertips. You moan, your lips parting, your thighs shifting. He looks mesmerized, his tongue flicking outward, his knees shifting closer to you. You spread your legs, already unbuttoning the front of your makeshift maternity jeans, his torso already slotting against the insides of your thighs.

You smell good, he’s been able to trade for some scented oils for you, mostly for your growing body, to help soften your skin. He had wanted to gift you something but he had to work harder to find things to trade. The things that he’s given up to make sure you were well off… it made him miss these moments with you. He was still amazed how much the baby has grown.

Then his eyes started flickering, moving to the side and his eyes narrowed. The clock was glaring at him, making him groan in irritation and startling you. He stands, picking up your shirt and helping you put it on.

“Gotta go…”

You barely reciprocate the kiss before he leaves.

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The stomach makes things more complicated. Your balance is off, you could barely see your toes and you weren't as flexible as before. Your arm had to curve to even reach your pussy, which normally shouldn't have been a problem since you had Tommy around. But you were aching, you barely had any time alone with him and considering Joel's generator had decided to stop working entirely when your schedules were finally aligned you don't think you would ever.

You groan in frustration, your head pressed against the pillows and your eyes closed shut to imagine his scent, his taste, the softness of his hair. You move your hips, imagining his thrusts, your hands running down his bare back and counting all of the freckles and marks on his skin whenever you rode him. You missed his cock, uncut, thick, hard.

You moan even without touching yourself, imagining him on top of you, his lips at your neck, his teeth biting at the skin of your neck. You didn’t think to lock the door, or pay attention to the way the wood creaks.

"So beautiful…”

You stop your movement, not being able to sit up quick enough and cursing yourself when all you could do was cover yourself with a thin blanket from the side. You stare at him, standing by the door, watching and walking in slowly only to close to the door. The bed dips when his knee connects to the mattress, crawling towards you in your shock.

“He doesn’t take care of you does he?”

You scowl, glancing at him and the door.

“Joel, what are you doing?” you hiss.

His hands reach to cup your face.

“Let me. Please.”

Your eyes were swollen in unshed tears of frustration, your hands were shaking in nerves. He imagines he’s in his home, and you were laying on his bed, naked and so damn horny you could cry. He kisses you softly, cupping your face unexpectedly and dipping you down to lay down again. You lean into it helplessly, feeling your hands grasp onto his shirt and grip so tightly it twists. You were the one to take it further, to make sure he stood still when your tongue started dipping in between his lips.

You were so desperate for touch, for any sort of skin on skin that you had momentarily lost yourself, moaning into his mouth, swallowing his groans down and pressing your hands wherever you could to feel him against you. Your hormones were going insane, raging through your body in pulses of pleasure when you sat up again only to push him down and straddle his lap.

His hand runs over your stomach, pressing slightly on the newly formed firmness.

“He hasn’t touched me, not since…”

You motion to your stomach and press further into his chest.

“He’s depriving you, needy thing. You need a cock in you every night, don’t you. Need cum to fill you to the brim.”

Your hands grip onto his shirt tightly, unbuttoning the front and revealing a white undershirt. You make him groan, teeth nipping harshly at his bottom lip and grazing down his jaw and throat.

“You make me feel good, Joel,” you whispered. Your body was a mess of hormones, you were already dripping by the time his fingers pressed your underwear to the side, making you gasp onto his neck.

There was barely any resistance at his cock, entering you quickly in a thrust. The mattress creaks with each press of your hips, your belly kissing his with each undulation. Your breasts bounce and for a moment his eyes are stuck on the movement, your head thrown back and your hands tightening over his shoulders as you raise your thighs and slap them down again. His hand cradles your belly, his thumb running over your folds and grazing your swollen clit.

He’s amazed by the growth of your stomach, each time. He pretends it’s his, you do too, in your heart.

“You're so full of me, sweetheart.”

His cock was stuffing you repeatedly, stretching you wide every time you bounced and your cunt met the base of his shaft. You arch your back, your hands leaning back on his thighs. His head leans forward and his mouth reaches the peaks of your breasts, tongue flicking your nubs in time with his suckles.

“Does Tommy fuck you like this?” He murmurs against your skin.

Your eyes widen, you gasp when he bites down lightly. You clench tightly, the thought of your husband finding you fucking his own brother made your body stiffen and tremble.

“N-not a-a-anymore.”

Your wetness covered his lap, smothering the insides of your thighs in slick. His hands grip your hips tightly, lifting you and pressing you harder than your pace. Your body stiffens, your head filling with a pleasant and euphoric fuzz.

“So fucking tight, so wet-“ he groans, “how could he resist you, mama?”

Your back hits the mattress, despite the initial discomfort of having your legs spread to either side of your chest, your knees meeting the sides of your breasts the press of his hips against yours made your body turn soft and pliant.

The bed creaks, the frames slamming against the wall. Your breath leaves you in puffs, his body over you and his lips attached to your neck, leaving a thick trail of spit from your chest to lips. His hands entangle in yours, his groans next to your ear. You couldn’t think of anything else but him, anything but the way his cock slid into you, making your slick squelch against each slap of skin.

“Tommy doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of a family,” he groans.

He stills, making you whine, your pussy tightening and your hands gripping over his strongly. His head lifts, staring deeply into your eyes, one of his hands cupping your stomach, his thumb smoothing over the gravid swell soothingly. He whispers promises on your lips.

“I’m going to take care of you. You and the baby.”

His thumb presses hard against your clit. You whimper closing your eyes tightly, nodding lightly.

“Gonna give you more, as much as you can gift me.”

He gets lost in your face, brows furrowed in pleasure, lips wide open in ecstasy. His hips move slowly, the tip of his shaft meeting your lips and sinking in, building you further into your climax. He closes his eyes, grinding his pelvis against yours, feeling your legs start to shake, your moans getting higher in pitch. Louder.

You gargle a scream when you lose yourself, making him groan against your chest, holding in a growl at how tight and wet you had gotten. His cum spurts inside you, you groan from the feeling, missing the heat that warms you. You pant, delirious and wiping at your forehead as your legs start to relax, almost cramping from the position he had put you in. His arms wound themselves around you, mouth open in exertion.

You chuckle almost forgetting how much older he was compared to you. His chest is in sync with yours, his hands roam around your belly when you turn towards him, leaning your heavy stomach against his soft one. The pressure on your back is relieved and you sigh deeply, head burying into his shoulder.

He chuckles, pressing his lips on the side of your head and for a second you thought Tommy was beside you, caressing your stomach in circles, breathing in the scent of your hair. Your finger had stopped tracing patterns on his chest when you had felt a mole on his collarbone, pausing at the unfamiliarity.

Then your heart leaps from your chest, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe. You sit up quickly, tears already springing in your eyes at the man beneath you, sitting up with you to hold your face in his hands.

“What’s wrong?”

You almost scoffed, but you shake your head instead. Your heart drops, Ellie, the bed was banging against the damn walls, you had screamed for god’s sakes.

“Oh god- Ellie- she must have heard everything-“

“She’s not here, she’s with a friend tonight.”

That didn’t stop the tears from falling. You had deceived your husband, you fucked his brother. You were disgusted with yourself, your actions, the thoughts you had been fighting for months now.

He grips your face tighter, hearing you mutter Tommy’s name over and over again in a quiet whisper, trying to push yourself away from him. He mashes his lips against yours, he swallows your gasp, pulling you impossibly closer. Your lungs burned, your head cradled in his hands, his eyes closed tightly willing you to stay put.

You hate how you reciprocated, feeling your heart thump quickly in affection, something you used to only feel with Tommy.

…

Joel was with you every night, waiting until Tommy had left, when Ellie was in deep sleep or gone off with a friend. Sometimes he would take you in the morning, which was becoming an even more common occurrence. You smile more often, you haven’t felt so doted on in what felt like a year. You didn’t need Tommy anymore, not when Joel was always with you, taking his own jobs around town, mostly at the stables and with the cattle where you were usually set to supervise.

His presence was accepted again, you were practically at the hip, Ellie tagging along every now and then, sometimes giving you a strange look when he would sit too close and his hands would twitch to yours when you were walking, which you always ignored. All of Tommy’s time was in work, and when he didn’t have anything to do it would be spent with Joel.

Your sudden indifference from his attention got him worried. It was wrong, wanting your wife to be miserable when you were gone, but so was he. He hated every minute apart from you and now that he saw you so content with the situation, a complete change from your sad looks and tired but grateful gazes whenever he came home to you, he knew something must have happened.

He confides in Maria and she gave him hours off, reassuring him that the whole community was willing to help him and his wife raise their child. She felt pity for you both but Tommy was one stubborn man, he didn’t want anyone else’s help, claiming it was unfair to the other members of the commune if he had special commodities because of his baby. She could see the strain, how most of your pregnancy was spent alone.

“There’s an event… tonight…”

Maria raises a brow, eyes full of mirth and a small smile on her lips.

“Everyone will be there, I’m sure you could surprise her there.”

He nods, eyes flickering around the room in contemplation. A smile rises on his face, his chest fills with excitement.

“Dancing?”

Maria chuckles, crossing her arms. She gives him a look.

“What kind of monsters do you think we are? Of course there’ll be dancing.”

He smiles so wide his teeth seem to glimmer in the morning light.

“Shower before, I doubt she’ll be too happy about your stench.”

He scoffs, his horse trotting ahead to make it to the settlement quicker. She watches on, his slumped shoulders now straightened and his chest puffed. He glances behind him gesturing for her to hurry it up.

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You and Tommy used to attend these things all the time. There was cause for community celebrations all of the time. Even if the same songs would keep playig, and at times there was the same foods and beverages served, Tommy had always managed to bring you out to dance.

Now you’re here with Joel and Ellie, Joel nursing a beer, and Ellie talking your ear off. His hand was on your thigh under the table, occasionally moving over your belly and rubbing. Your hand would caress over his forearm, fiddling with his sleeve, tightening whenever you had caught yourself throwing your head back in laughter.

You lay your head against his shoulder, chuckling along to whatever comment he had responded with before sipping his beer smugly. Ellie had been bothering him about his love life, commenting on how much of a loner he is, hanging around a fifteen year old daughter figure and a heavily pregnant and married woman. He had eyed you, a smirk in place. You shoved your elbow into his ribs and he winced.

The door had opened to the hall and he turned, minding the way your laid your head against his shoulder, your nose pressing against the fabric of his long sleeve shirt. His face fell, and his hand patted your thigh, caressing over your stomach one last time before shifting away. He wasn’t hiding anything for himself, if anything he wouldn’t mind the whole world knowing you were his, but you would.

You still loved him, the yearning was still there and when he saw Tommy standing at the doorway, his eyes roaming around the hall he knew you would go to him. You turn to where his gaze was directed, your eyes brightening. He was never out this late. His shift should have started an hour ago.

“Tommy,” you whisper.

Joel’s hand meets your back when you attempt to stand, taking a sharp inhale from the sudden exertion. You were wearing a dress he had found you during one of Tommy’s patrols. It was early in your pregnancy and you had joked about dreading the day it would actually fit.

You wave him over, and his face brightens in a smile, striding over to the table quickly. His hands move to your waist, his body slightly hunched to lift you against him as he hugs you tightly. Your head buries in his curls your hands landing on his back.

“Hey, darlin’, missed me?”

The rest of the night he was clinged to you and in turn you to him. He had asked you to dance and Joel had protested, saying you shouldn’t be on your feet too much, and you would only get achy. It had only stopped Tommy momentarily, until you had dragged him to the floor in a slow song.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he whispered against your ear.

His eyes were filled with ardor, his hands roaming to your ass, and his head buried next to yours. You only slapped his shoulder, kissing his cheek when he whined playfully. Joel helped you stand, his hands on your lower back and Tommy’s hand on yours. Their eyes connected, and he threw a look of confusion in Joel’s direction, especially when he noted his barely hidden scowl.

Your head lays against his chest, you inhale his scent, the soap you had made him months ago clinging onto his skin, smelling like coconuts and cedar wood. The song was slow, enough so that you didn’t have to leave the interlocking of your bodies, looking as if you were just stood in a hug, your arms under his pits and over his wide back, his arms wrapped over your waist, a hand over your bump protectively.

Members of the community stare at you both, some smiling in his direction, others nodding. They could see how much happier you’ve been, how you smile so pleasantly against his chest. It brought him pride, showing off his heavily pregnant wife. He did that. He put that baby in you. You were his beautiful wife. He was so lucky and he was so close to losing everything.

“I’m sorry.”

Your head rises, looking up with brows arched in surprise.

“What?-“

“I know I haven’t been here, for you, for the baby.”

His eyes well with tears, he looks down on you with a sad smile.

“Maria gave me some time off- well not some- a lot.”

He cups your face, your eyes widening at the affection. This is what you wanted, for the longest and now you have it. Why do you feel your heart sink? Not at the fact that he was going to be around longer but at the fact that you had to let Joel go. You glance in his direction, he was turned away, Ellie still talking to him about something passionately judging by the way her hands move frantically. He would be fine, you thought, he had his own family.

You smile brightly, the brightest you have in a while and Tommy’s heart expands. It was almost as if Joel could sense your eyes from a second before. Joel’s heart plummets to the floor, you were stomping all over it, you and Tommy. He watches Tommy kiss you delicately, your hands raising to the back of his neck to keep him there. You moan against his lips, deep and throaty from the way his tongue swiped over your bottom lip.

“Missed you, baby.”

You rest your forehead against his, feeling his warmth closer than ever. You hold him tighter, resting your head against his shoulder when you pull yourself up against his chest.

“Missed you too,” you mutter.

The last thing you see before being dragged away, your coat being placed over you in a rush, was Joel’s deep frown, staring until you had made it out the door.

You ignored it.

Your legs shake, thighs jiggling with each lift. Tommy was underneath you, his lips smacking, savoring your taste and his hands on either side of your hips helping you stay up and balanced.

“Mmmh fuck baby, haven’t been taking care of this pussy in months. She’s so goddamn needy.”

Your hands tighten over the headboard. You nod, moaning out his name when his tongue flicked up to your clit. Then his hands tighten over you, pressing you against his face, not letting you up. His head swivels from side to side, his tongue out and his nose rubbing against you relentlessly. He makes you grind on him, and you lose yourself.

“Joel,” you moan.

His hand loosens slightly, your body freezes for a moment, and for a second your heart stops, beating wildly afterwards when he had continued with more fervor.

You had forced your mind to blank, focusing on the way his tongue flicked over your clit repeatedly, tonguing your slit afterwards and pressing his nose up to pull your hood from your sensitive nerves. You think of the way his cock is probably throbbing, aching in his jeans, straining against the zipper. He rubs almost too harshly against you, and you cum with a surprised yelp.

He licks up the mess slowly, helping you come down in waves. He lifts you gently and when you try to reach for his crotch, wanting to palm him he stops you. He helps you lay down afterwards, minding your shaking thighs and your sweat soaked skin. He stares for a moment, getting lost in your state. You give him a questioning look.

“Did you-“

He’s at a loss for words.

“Did you say someone else’s name- just now?”

You pause, you stop breathing for a moment. You had hoped he missed that, that he would dismiss it quickly.

“You said Joel.”

You shake your head slowly, wiping at your forehead, flicking the sweat from your brows.

“I said oh.”

It was said so confidentially, it sounded genuine ad his eyes immediately softened in guilt. How could he accuse you of such a thing?The bulge that was at the front of his pants was now gone. You sigh.

“I’m sorry if I ruined the mood-“

“No. No, it’s fine, I just uh- I shouldn’t have been thinkin’ of my brother when I was between such pretty legs.”

You chuckle, your face warming but not at the vulgarity of his words or his try at a joke but at the fact that he had been so close to the truth and you were such a great actress. You feel a great shame when he joined you for a bath, helping you lean back against his chest and caressing over your skin with a sponge. As if he could wash away the past weeks where you used his brother to feel good about yourself.

You cling onto him, and he savors it, not knowing that your over affections came from guilt.

Coincidentally, the same week Tommy had managed to fix Joel’s generator, now having enough time to look it over. Joel and Ellie were now gone. Now you and Tommy could finally have some time alone despite them coming over every so often, Joel more than Ellie.

“Gonna give you more, look so pretty like this, stretched out on my cock and swollen with my baby.”

Sometimes Joel would invite you over for breakfast, he could afford the food now, especially since he’s taken some shifts for patrol lately and the pay was always good. He loved having his meals with you, especially before Tommy’s shift ended and his began. Hi belt buckle clings loudly with each thrust, his hands fisting your dress tightly.

The breath is pushed out of your lungs each time his cock plunges into you. You moan wantonly, head lolling between your shoulders. Your palms almost slide on the kitchen island, your legs spread wide from where you stood. You whine when he slows, closing your eyes tightly, honing in on his grunts and the sound of your ass meeting his pelvis.

He grunts loudly and his warmth fills you. His head meets your shoulder, his breath wet and hot on your exposed shoulder. His hand moves to grope over your exposed breast, you lean back against his body, breathing heavily, cunt still throbbing from your loss of release.

“Fuck, baby, made me finish early, got you squeezing my cock so tight.”

He slips out of you and you groan, his spend sliding down your thighs. His fingers place your panties back, tapping against your mound and pulling his hands away wehen you bucked forward only to smooth down the skirt of your dress.

“I could take care of you another way, sweetheart.”

He pulls you against him, his arms wrapping around your waist, cupping your belly and holding the weight in his hands. You relax further against his hold, sighing in slight reief. Your eyes wander around the room, and your back straightens, you gasp, eyeing the clock.

“Tommy’s almost home.”

“Just a few minutes, I promise.”

“Joel-“

He turns you in his arms, his hands roaming over your sides.

“One more taste, please.”

You lick your lips in contemplation and before you knew it he was guiding you to sit in the dining room table.

He was kneeling, hidden under your long summer dress. Your breasts had looked amazing in them, you were developing a bigger cleavage and you had decided to show it off. You looked so pretty sitting down in the recreational area, smiling during conversation, a hand on your bump, running circles over the soft fabric of your dress.

You lean back on the chair, you could see his head from beneath, a lump at your front and with the lacy ends of your skirt delicately on his broad back. He was going slow, taking his time, hovering his mouth over you so that you would squirm in impatience.

“Joel, please.”

How could he ignore your whines, the way your hips twitch to his mouth. He eats like a man starved, ever since he first arrived he ate as if his meal would be swiped from under his nose at any second. He feels that way with you, waiting for Tommy to take you away, only having you when he was gone. He yearns to keep you, to just cup your face and kiss you at any given moment and not in the confines of a locked room.

He still didn’t understand why you didn’t let him, he was obviously a better choice for you, he could be a batter father than his brother, a batter husband. Your back arches, your palm smoothing over the head covered in fabric. His nose nudges your clit repeatedly, his tongue laying flat against your slit the tip running over the insides of your cunt. He could barely breathe but he didn’t care.

He drags you forward, the back of your shoulders meeting the back of the chair. You stare up at the ceiling, trying to keep your breaths in line. He kisses up the insides of your thighs, shifting on his knees every so often. He was deliberately taking his time and you chuckle when he continues again, slurping and licking to his heart’s content.

You glance out the window, mouth wide open, sweat collecting on your brow and eyes so hooded it looked as if you were on the cups of a moan. There he is. Your husband, watching with cold eyes, his pack on one shoulder and a rifle on the other. your eyes widened, you slapped the head between your legs and the chair scratches against the floor from how quickly you shifted away.

Time seems to slow for you, you refused to answer any of Joel’s questions, your body already shaking and tears falling down the sides of your face. You stare at the floor, hearing the doorbell ring resound around the house. He ignored it, his eyes frantically moving over your face.

“Did I hurt you? What-what happened?”

The walls shake from how hard he pounds at the door. You seem to collapse over yourself, standing quickly and lifting up your underwear quickly after taking a breath.

The knocks continue, each time getting louder.

“Joel! Open the fucking door!”

Your breath catches in your throat, you choke on a sob when Joel stands, opening the door hard enough for it to slam inside. Tommy’s hands make it to the lapels of his jacket before you could even reach the hall, pulling him out to the porch and down the steps.

Their faces were inches away, practically snarling and snapping like bulldogs. You watch, your legs stiff, as Tommy pushes him on the chest, screaming in his face and glancing in your direction every so often. Joel barely reacts. He directs a dirty look towards you and your heart sinks.

“Is that even my baby? How long has she been spreading her legs for you?”

You gasp, hands pressing to your bump protectively. Joel finally reacts, his own hands pressing against Tommy’s chest and pushing him back a couple feet. He points an accusing finger.

“You watch your tongue, boy, I won’t let you talk about her that way.”

He scoffs, voice rising.

“You’re sleeping with my wife!”

“Someone has to!”

You rush down the steps when Tommy swings, already having straddled him on the ground by the time you reached their wrestling forms.

“Tommy stop it!”

He grunts, ignoring your yells.

“Tommy stop-“

You reached for his shoulder, Joel’s face was already split, his teeth covered in his own blood. Tommy pushes you away and you fall on your ass, yelping and slipping from the snow. He stops almost immediately and Joel pushed him away, crawling towards you. The fabric of your dress was getting wet, your legs starting to sting and numb from the cold.

You sit up with a groan, the impact of the ground making your hips ache. You keep your head down when you stand with Joel’s help, neighbors having come out of their homes from the commotion. Tommy stares as if he wanted to help, his hands twitching in your direction.

“Get inside.”

“Joel-“

“I said get inside.”

You follow his command, but not before lifting your head to catch Tommy’s stare, his eyes narrowed and flickering from your stomach to your face. Joel spits red on the snow inches away from Tommy’s boots. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you kept your stare out of the window, catching Tommy’s eyes moving to the house every so often. He leaves with a scowl and Joel’s heads inside with his shoulder’s slumped.

You tend to his face, his hand at your bump, not leaving it even when you had made him stand to make him take a bath. You fall into his arms that night, staying in his room and sobbing the rest of the day, knowing that you had just lost someone you loved dearly.

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"The baby's yours..."

His eyes flickered to his hand tightly fisted at the table and back to you, sitting down in front of him, scared out of your wits and rubbing small frantic circles over your stomach.

"That's not‐ I know."

He ignores the tears falling from your eyes, he sighs.

“I know she’s mine, I do, sweetheart.”

His softness made you sob, your palms covering your eyes and your lips quivering to keep in the sounds of your cries.

“I’m sorry, Tommy.”

You sit in silence, until you catch your breath. It’s been a few days and you had decided to go back home, alone. Joel didn’t even know you were there. He didn’t want you to see him anymore, claiming he didn’t deserve you and that he could raise the baby all fine with you. You still wanted Tommy in your life, in your child’s life.

“I think it will be best if you move over to Joel’s for now, I… I need time.”

You wanted to cry again, to heave yourself off to bed and just collapse into the mattress. You just nod solemnly.

“When the time comes, I’ll be there for her, for you. I love you, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

He chuckles sadly, his eyes watering and threatening to spill. He reaches for your hand, standing and kneeling to kiss the side of your head one last time before he went out to work, leaving you to pack up.

“I love you too,” you murmur.

He hums, nodding against you before inevitably letting go.

…

"So... you and Joel."

Small town gossip doesn't escape anyone, even in the post apocalypse. If the teenagers somehow knew, you don't doubt the adults do either. You stay quiet, festering in your guilt and embarrassment. She was going to find out eventually, you’ve been staying over for a few days now, you were siting on the porch to their backyard at the moment.

"I mean, you could move in with us... he's kind of already like a dad..." To me, she might have added, she's not quite sure she'd ever specifically call him that outwardly though.

"Might as well complete the nuclear family, two kids and two parents. Could get a dog too..."

You fight a chuckle, she's been on and on about wanting a dog recently. Even in a serious conversation she brings it up. What really peaked your interest was the fact that she had included you in her nuclear family, a parent.

It tore your heart in two and stitched it back up again. She saw you as a mother figure, maybe even your unborn child as a brother or sister. Your face falls, thinking of Tommy, how he had told you he needed time. You have doubts on whether or not he would love the child, it's not like there were any paternity tests anymore. He must think Joel was the biological father. Why would he believe a cheater anyway? Why would Joel even care about the kid either, knowing the truth of their paternity?

"The kid's not even his..."

"I'm not either," she snaps at you. But he still cares about me, he still loves me like his own. You could see it in her eyes, she was stern, not wanting to leave any doubts in her argument. You sigh not wanting to intrude in anything, not wanting to get into a family when you didn’t know the outcomes of the one you had just put in pause.

She rests her head against your shoulder, watching as Joel works on the small garage she was going to call home soon. Joel wanted to get the baby’s room ready. He was excited.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him about the conversation you had with his brother.

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[mannaima]

i love your writing <33

Awww thank you so much!!! I’m glad you enjoy it <3

#I love stuff like this #makes me wanna write more

[mannaima]

Also. I’ve been watching outer banks and O___O let’s just say a certain someone (me) might be writing for it soon….

[mannaima]

ok, this is probably WAY too much, but imagine a dark stepdad joel having his way with reader while her mother (his wife) is passed out from drinking next to you both. and he dirty talks her: "aren't you such a naughty little girl. getting fucked like a rag doll while her mama is right next to you. and by her husband, too."

hehhehehehehe. this makes me. tingles.

pre-outbreak! stepdad! joel x fem reader

tw noncon, stepcest, general dirty things..

Joel and your mom liked to go out Friday nights, and you no issue with this, only if they left you alone. You were a good child, a college student living at home, rarely going out let alone going to parties, and you were quiet. Joel had been in your life for little over a year and you just didn't know how to feel about him.

He was a hardworking man, working constantly and coming over any chance he got in order to visit your mom. He said hi to you every time, but your little conversations consisted of him asking about school and you giving plain responses. He wasn't a bad man for your mother, not by a long shot, but there was always something about him that kept you from getting to close to him. Maybe it was the way his gaze always lingered on you while you did the dishes, or how he rubbed your shoulders while you worked on your essays.

You heard the door open, and to your annoyance, you heard your mom's slurred laughter and stumbling. She was drunk, not surprising, but it was a headache and a half dealing with her hangovers every Saturday morning. You walked downstairs, not being able to sleep, and you glanced at the clock which showed it was almost 2 am.

"Is she ok?" You noticed your mom was on the couch now, dead asleep, how had she fallen asleep so quickly?

"S'passed out. Lord knows she loves her martinis." Joel chuckled, but you just gave him a stare and nodded, ready to turn around and head upstairs. That was before he stopped you, and his hand was on your shoulder.

"Lets watch a movie. C'mon." He dragged you to the couch, you could smell the whiskey on his breath, but he seemed only tipsy. You winced as he sat himself next to you, much closer than you wanted him to be. Choosing a dumb action movie, you sunk in the couch, mind lingering on why he wanted to be with you right now.

"You're such a good girl, you know that? I mean I barely see you without a book in your nose, and you never wanna go out." Joel's hand snaked around your thigh while he talk to you, his other arm slinging around you. You nervously chuckled, not knowing how to respond to that.

"You're so beautiful too." You kept your eyes on the screen, too uncomfortable with the whole situation to move your body.

"Thanks." Joel was growing annoyed, too quiet for his liking.

"Got a sexy fuckin' body too."

Your blood chilled at this, brain scrambling to make sense of his words. Was he too drunk? No, his words were clear and his body language wasn't anything like how he was when he was drunk.

But actions speak louder than words.

Joel turned your head to face him, and his lips smashed in yours, his tongue sloppily slipping into your mouth. Eyes wide, staring into his shut eyelids, you tried to push him off of you. But his face and body just pushed closer into you, your fighting becoming useless. His beard tickling your face as his tongue swirled around your mouth. His hand gripped your wrist and pulled it down to his crotch, making you feel his hardened cock. You whimpered at this, trying your best to get your hand back, but his grip was firm. Joel pulled away, staring into your watery eyes.

He moved himself over you, and unbuttoned his pants with one hand, the other pushing you back into the couch. You begged him to stop, trying to convince him that you didn't want this, but your cries fell on death ears as his cock was now out. You didn't want to look, but your eyes naturally fell down to see it throbbing with need, and it just terrified you even more. Joel roughly pulled down your sleeping shorts, barely letting them go past your knees and pushing your legs up over your head.

"Pretty fuckin' pussy." He spat down, the spit falling on your pussy, making it twitch at the warm sensation. He spread it around using his tip, and unceremoniously pushed his cock in. You screamed at the feeling, not prepared at all, your dry walls closing around his fat cock. You banged on his chest, begging him to stop, but Joel just pushed further.

"P-please. It hurts." Joel finally filled you with one last thrust and began to pull out once again, intentions set on fucking you as hard as he possibly could. It was agony, the way he began to increase his pace, your face was flushed and cheeks wet with the waterfall of tears you produced. You just looked at him with the saddest eyes you could produced, but all he saw was an angel. You almost forgot that no more than a few feet from you was your passed out mother.

"Look at you, taking my cock so well. Such a naughty little slut, being fucked like a little cock sleeve right next to your mama, by her boyfriend no less." You cried and shut your eyes, but Joel bent down, his hips still pushing into your own. He kissed your eyelids, small whispers of how naughty you were, and how he still loved you, even if you were a slut.

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[mannaima]

Love your story! Have sort of a character analysis/writer opinion question. Why exactly do you think Joel chose to take advantage of Reader at the beginning? Do you think it was malicious? Like he wanted to play some sort of game? Or do you think he just wanted love?

It’s interesting how he thought she would be mad at him for manipulating her into getting pregnant, and she seemed so happy about it. It would be so cool to get a brief little glimpse at what their relationship is like after she gave birth. Especially now she KNOWS.

I never intended there to be a set reasons for Joel’s actions, although I can hint to it, I like letting the reader decide! But for the most part, I think it’s due to Joel’s lack of control in his life. He’s growing old and he thinks once his life is over, he cannot fathom a singular positive thought after the outbreak. He’s a mixture of lonely and out of control, so he finds the reader to fulfill both of those holes in his heart. Though he feels actual feelings for her, he needs a sense of control and wants to have possession over the reader.

I want to do a small Drabble of what life is like after reader gives birth, as she definitely matured emotionally after the hell she’s been through. I want to say she holds a sort of grudge over Joel, but it’s overshadowed by the fact he did save her. Rather than spending the rest of her days rotting in the QZ with a controlling father, she can spend her days with her “best friend” in Jackson. Joel let’s her free now, as he doesn’t want their child to experience the level of loneliness their mother had. Reader sees Joel very differently, but it’s never brought up again, and she slowly falls into Joel’s arms once again, almost like being brainwashed. Overwhelmed by the love he gives their child and to her, she eventually finds it in her heart to forgive him.

#but that’s just me #id love to see ur guys theories and stuf #or just general ideas of my story #hehehehe eee

[mannaima]

congrats on finishing you series! (just finished it and it was really good). can’t wait to see what you do next (both your new series AND your requests/one-shots) ❤️🔥❤️🔥

Thank you so much!!! I have a few drabbles and one shots I wanna post!! You are all so supportive :)