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Joel Miller x Wife!Reader

Summary: Joel arrives in Jackson and confronts the wife that left him four years ago.

Warnings: cursing, fluff and angst, hurt and comfort, follows game timeline but no game spoilers

Wordcount: 1833

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“There’s someone here you might wanna see…” Tommy says, leading Joel through Jackson. Joel knows immediately who his brother is referring to. He halts.

“No. That’s not what I’m here for.”

“I know but… Joel, come on, brother. I know you want to.”

“What I want and what I need are two very different things, Tommy.” Joel shakes his head and Tommy sighs.

“Do you really wanna turn your back on her? Again?”

“Wh-what d’you mean again?” Joel asked incredulously. “Is that what she says? That I turned my back?”

“Brother, I-“

“Where is she?”

Tommy knows he should’ve worded it better. But at least now his brother is willing to see his wife.

“She should be home, back from teaching the kids.”

Kids? For a second his anger and hurt melts away and confusion takes their place. Joel thought you would never wanna be near children again. Joel follows Tommy through the busy streets of the town, well, as busy as a post apocalyptic stronghold could be.

“This is her house,” Tommy stops at a large house of stone walls, much too big and much too cold for someone to live in alone. Joel storms up the path leading to the front door and knocks. Well, more like bangs on the door.

You open with a frown, wondering who could be slamming on your door. You’re met with a surprise as you zero in on the tall, gruff man you used to know so well and love so much.

“Joel?” You can only hear your heart thudding in your chest as he shoves past you into your home and you see Tommy at the bottom of the path with an apologetic look on his face. You’ll get to him later. “Joel, how are you here-“

“You got no right to be mad at me,” he starts.

“Mad at you? I haven’t seen you in four years,” you say defensively and you shut the door, turning to him.

“Who’s fault is that? You were the one who left!” he retorts.

He really wants to get into this? Fine. You scoff, “you’re right. I left. I left. I left but you were gone!” Joel flinches at your raised voice. Something that had never, never been direct at him. The last time he heard it was when Sarah’s football coach decided to give their daughter a red card and benched her for God knows what reason. The game stopped because of you. The power you had.

“What are you talkin’ ‘bout?” He shakes his head, not understanding.

“I would look at you and you wouldn’t be there! I’d touch you and it was like you were a ghost! I would talk and it was like talking to a fucking wall, Joel.” You pace, not wanting to meet his eyes as you feel tears threatening to well up as you finally allow yourself to show your pain. “I couldn’t feel you.”

His eyes soften as he hears your voice break. Taking a careful step towards you, he holds out his arm but pulls it back, thinking you’d want space instead. Space. He internally scoffs, as if four years and thousands of miles wasn’t enough space between you two.

You finally look up at him. “I get it. I understand,” you smile sadly. “You were with her and you had to mourn your way but God, I wish you were there, Joel. I wish you saw me. Saw that I was there but you didn’t. I’d look at you and I’d see nothin’. Joel, I was your wife. And you wouldn’t…” you approach him, slowly and reach your hands up to rest on both sides of his face. You feel his coarse hair, his tough, scarred skin. His warmth. “You couldn’t talk about it. About… her,” you notice his breathing change at the mention of Sarah. “But I had to,” you hear the desperation in your own voice. “That was what I needed. So I couldn’t stay. I felt so alone even when you were in the same room.” Your cheeks are wet with your tears and you’re sure your eyes looked bloodshot.

You move back and take your hands off of him but Joel quickly stops you, raising his own hands to keep yours on his face. “You are,” he says simply.

“What?” You ask.

“You are my wife. You still are. And I never stopped bein’ your husband,” he states softly but sincerely.

His words are filled with love, love that you hadn’t felt since before outbreak day.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you, baby.”

You shake your head. “You don’t have to apologise, this isn’t about that.”

He caresses your cheek, swiping away the tears. “Yes I do, baby. You were hurtin’ like I was but you still tried to help me and I did nothin’ to help you. I’m sorry.” He kisses the top of your head and you close your eyes and for that moment, you were back in your home in Texas and he was kissing you goodbye as he headed off to work early in the morning while you were still in bed, savouring the extra five minutes before your alarm would go off.

“I missed you,” you say.

You feel his lips turn up into a smile, “I missed you too, baby.”

“Tell me you’re staying,” you whisper.

He pulls back and meets your eyes. “It’s complicated.”

“How?” You ask but not in a hostile way.

“There’s this little girl…” he recounts his travels with Ellie and his mission to get her to the Fireflies.

You smile fondly. “I’d love to meet her?”

You see a light in Joel’s eyes as he nods softly.

“But first,” you stop him from turning around. “You should really take a shower,” you say in a teasing voice.

His brows raise. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really. You stink. What, have you been swimming in swamps?”

“You have no idea…” you lead Joel to the bathroom and find the clothes you had scavenged over the years with him in mind as you hoped to see him again. A fantasy at the time, and now… a reality.

As you lay the clothes on the bed, Joel steps out of the bathroom in a towel wrapped around his waist, steam from the shower following him.

“I’ve uh, got some clothes for ya,” you tell him. “I always hoped you’d come,” you offer quietly.

“I didn’t think you’d ever wanna see me again,” Joel said.

“Those were Tommy’s words…” you sigh, awkwardly. “well I’ll leave ya to get dressed.” You turn and head back to the living room, hearing him shuffle. There was a time when you would’ve just stayed in the room. A time when you would have showered together. Slept in the same bed… Maybe that time will come again.

You go back downstairs to the living room and see Tommy walking up the path with a cautious look on his face. You open the door before he gets to it.

“Wasn’t sure whether you’da killed each other…”

“I oughta kill you for not givin’ me a heads up.” You cross your arms and raise a brow.

Tommy raises his hands in defence. “Hey, he showed up w a little girl, okay? I said what I had to say to get him here.”

You sigh. “He told me. About her. How they have to head out.”

“I got something for ‘im. I dunno if he’d take it but…” Tommy pulls out a photo from his inside pocket. A picture of you, him and Sarah at the end of her soccer match where she’s holding up her trophy. You smile.

“It was back when we went home. I just- I thought maybe if we saw him again…” You nod understanding.

“Give it to him later… I think it’s pretty tense right now.”

Tommy trusts you’re right and slips it away.

“Hey,” Joel greets going down the stairs. Tommy nods in reply.

“Ellie’s with Maria by the stables,” Tommy says, leading the way. You grab your coat from the rack and gesture for Joel to go ahead of you. You notice he looks at your hand but says nothing as he walks beside his brother. You go through the town and get some stares of the townsfolk as they wonder who the new face is, some greeting you and Tommy with hellos or smiles.

A young girl is brushing the horses as Maria watches over her. She looks up as she sees the three approach.

“Was wonderin’ when you’d show up,” Maria says to you and gives you a hug in greeting.

“Joel, look at all the horses!” The kid says excitedly.

“Ellie, there’s someone I’d like you t’ meet,” he says in a soft tone which catches her off guard so she zeros in on you as Joel moves aside. Ellie drops the brush and shyly walks toward you all.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you smile.

“Nice to meet you,” she replies, looking at Joel, wondering why he sounds different.

“She’s my wife.”

Ellie’s eyes widen. “You have a wife? Since when?!” She exclaims at the newfound information.

“We’ll meet you at the mess hall for dinner later,” Tommy says, giving you three space as he wraps an arm around Maria, walking out.

“Since 15 years before the outbreak,” Joel answers.

This is so fucking awkward, you look between Joel and Ellie. I feel like I’m meeting a boyfriend’s daughter for the first time, you think.

“Have you ever killed anybody?” Ellie asks, out of the blue.

You raise your brows in surprise at how blunt she is and look at Joel who shrugs as if he’s used to it. You turn your head back to face her. “I have. Have you?”

She nods then jerks her chin at Joel. “To save his ass.”

“I had it handled,” he retorts.

Ellie scoffs. “You were gonna drown.”

“Wow,” you marvel. “Not such a tough guy anymore, are ya?” you join the teasing.

Ellie smirks, “see? Even your wife is turning on you.”

“All right, I know when I’m beat…”

“You like horses?” You ask, changing the subject as you recall her excitement earlier.

Ellie nods as you walk toward the horse she was brushing. “Maria said she was born just a couple days ago.”

You smile. “Shimmer. You know how to ride?”

“I do,” Ellie responds eagerly. “A soldier back at the QZ, a nice one, he taught me and- me to ride.” You notice she hesitates and corrects herself. You look up at Joel as you wonder who she wanted to cover up but he has that crease in his brow that tells you this is news to him, too.

“Well, maybe when you come back, she can be yours,” you suggest. Her eyes light up at that and she looks at Joel.

“We’re comin’ back, right?” Ellie asks, eagerly.

He looks at you and smiles, the light reaching his eyes. “Yeah, we’re comin’ back.”

💜

I think I’ll do a part 2 and possible Part 3

Did you spot the Wandavision reference? Also included a line from Fade into you bc I felt it was perfect for the scene 🥲

Ellie x Dina one shot rewrite of when Ellie leaves bc i like writing sadness

Please interact it’s super encouraging, hope you enjoyed the read!

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ournosleep69-blog · 8 months

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Joel Teaches You a Lesson

Pairings: Joel Miller x fem!reader (use of she/her, feminine terms)

Content & Warnings: Smut. 18+. Established relationship, age gap (user is Ellie’s age; 19), humiliation/degradation, unprotected PinV, masochism, sadism, slight mentions of gore and death (y/n kills a clicker), orgasm denial, edging, marking, petnames, sweet aftercare, fluff, dacryphilia, glossaphilia, dom!joel, protective joel, creampie, yelling, ruined orgasm.

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: Y/n does something reckless, Joel finds out. Punishment awaits.

A/N: I didn’t write this one with zero sleep, so I think this one’s a little bit better than the last. Feel free to leave suggestions. Happy reading!! <3

In the freezing embrace of a snowy morning in Jackson, you awaken due to the shining sun practically spearing through your sheer curtains. Rising with the first light, you meticulously prepared for the day ahead, indulging in a refreshing shower and savoring a quick breakfast. Embarking on patrol alongside Ellie, her animated account of a vintage action film captivated her, shielding her from noticing the sight of Joel's green flannel gracing your form beneath the soft layers of your coat. You were grateful she hadn’t noticed, and you’d be lying if you said the idea of Ellie finding out what her best friend and father-like figure were doing together behind closed doors didn’t excite you a tiny bit.

“Dude, so there’s, like, ten guys and they’re just..fucking going at it an- are you listening?” With a deep furrow in her brow, Ellie playfully snapped her fingers in front of your face, demanding your attention. The two of you traversed the well-worn creek trails, the weight of the heavy hunting rifles in your hands serving as a constant reminder of the purpose of your walk this morning.

“Sorry- what?” You ask, offering a sheepish smile in apology.

Ellie huffs and tucks a piece of auburn hair behind her right ear and then nudges your side with her elbow. “You’ve been spacey all morning. What gives?”

You can’t answer, though, because the sound of a twig snapping in the distance calls your attention. You’re both immediately on high alert, holding the forestock of your rifles tightly. The slow heartbeat in your chest is steadily increasing, and the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention.

“The fuck was that?” You ask in a slightly panicked voice, already starting to push past the tree branches and bushes to walk in the direction of the sound. It’s a dumb idea, running into something like that. And you knew that.

Behind you, Ellie’s lush green eyes widen with concern and worry. Her canvas sneakers pound on the iced-over crunchy snow as she races over to you. No way in hell she’d let you fight off an infected on your own…if it even was an infected.

“Dude, what the hell are you-”

In a swift motion, you dismissively wave your hand, urging the girl to maintain absolute silence. The sudden snap of yet another twig sets your instincts into high gear, propelling you to swiftly track the sound's origin. With determination, you navigate through the tangle of undergrowth, pushing your way through a compact bush, until your eyes behold the sight that awaited you.

A clicker.

Its vibrant orange and green, jagged protective plates make for a haunting sight which is only enhanced by the reflection of the melted snowflakes running down them. The clicking rumbling deep from its chest grows louder and louder as it senses a nearby human. You.

You’re scared. But at the same time you know this could be the chance you’ve been waiting for. A chance to prove yourself to Ellie. She’s always the one to take out infected on these patrols, the one to protect you. So for once, you decide to be the hero.

This is stupid. Am I really about to do this?

Yes.

Ellie can’t even try to stop or persuade you from doing what you’re about to do. Calling out to you will only serve as a death sentence, and using the rifle when you haven’t checked the rest of the trail may lead to unwanted attention.

You slowly reach for something tucked in the back pocket of your jeans - an old pocket knife - and grip the tang tightly in your left hand. Your fingers brush over the spine of the small blade, just a small hint of just how sharp the damn thing is.

Your footsteps are quiet when you sneak behind the clicker. Adrenaline is pounding through your veins. For a second you think of stopping and just shooting it, but you still want to play the hero. Its screech echoes about the clearing in the woods, only met with the heavy and chilling winter wind that fills your ears.

It’s all almost under control. You almost bury the blade deep within the clicker’s neck. It almost bleeds out and falls to the floor writhing in agony. But it doesn’t.

It hears you. It hears you and it turns around, throwing out its arms and clicking directly in your face. The smell of fungus and rotting flesh swirls in your nostrils, but it’s one you’re all too familiar with in the world you’ve grown up in. Your screams are cut off when it suddenly jumps and tackles you to the ground, rolling you both around in the snow. The tight hold you have on the knife slips and it clatters to the snow-filled ground.

“Shit!” Yells Ellie, rushing forward to try and help you out of this dangerous situation.

You’re too busy quite literally fighting for your life, kicking and squirming to get out from under the infected being above you. Its yellowed teeth chomp and snap at your face with hungry fervor, looking for an opening to pry the skin off of your face.

Right before its teeth do end up making contact, Ellie stabs the monster’s temple with the sharp edge of her switchblade. The clicker’s body begins to twitch while pained, strangled clicks rumble from deep within. It collapses on top of you, its body pressing heavily into your own, essentially pinning you down into the cold snow.

With one sharp kick from Ellie, the body rolls off and you’re free to stand up. You don’t even have to glance for more than a second to see the pissed off expression on her freckled face.

“Dude, what the fuck was that?!” She punches your arm a bit too hard while you’re brushing your jeans and coat off from the dirt, snow, and blood. It causes you to teeter for a moment but you quickly regain your balance.

“Ow- jeez, El. I was just trying to take it out,” you sigh heavily, bending down to grab your rifle and pocket knife; both of which you dropped during your battle. The blade folds in and you tuck it back into your pocket all while still catching your breath and ignoring the pain radiating in your left bicep.

“That was some seriously stupid bravery.”

“Yeah..that- uh. Sorry. Don’t let anyone know about that, alright? That’s suuuper fucking embarrassing.” You try to laugh and play it off as a joke but you can’t disguise the hint of seriousness in your tone. If Joel found out about how reckless you’d been...you shudder even thinking about it. It’s like you can already hear him telling you to ‘bend over’ in your mind, and it’s enough to make your cheeks flush. Thankfully it’s covered up as just from being out in the cold.

“I won’t, I won’t,” she snorts, seemingly less mad and now more amused at your dumbass-ery, “that was pretty dumb though. You can’t even deny it.”

You both laugh, but yours sounds a bit forced because of the slight nervousness growing in your stomach. If Ellie told Joel how you’d tried to fight a Clicker in an act of foolish confidence, you’re thoroughly fucked. Figuratively and literally.

“Now can we please get out of here?” Asks Ellie while she leans forward to dust some fallen snowflakes from your shoulder. You only nod in response…then you’re both on your way to complete the trails.

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Around fifteen minutes have passed since you and Ellie got back in Jackson after patrol. Your cold hands are being warmed by cozy licks of flame from the fireplace in front of you while Ellie bullshits in the kitchen with Joel.

She didn’t think to question why you wanted to go to Joel’s as soon as you were in the confines of the settlement, and it‘s not suspicious since she’s close with him as well. If only Ellie knew what you two did together…what you two were together.

But all those thoughts are gone the moment a gruff, baritone voice whispers into your ear, the warm breath caressing the shell of your ear and sending jolts of electricity down your spine,

“I missed ya’, sweet girl. That mine?” Joel murmurs, his larger and calloused hand slipping down until it’s resting on your side, tickling you over your shirt in its wake. You’re no longer wearing the coat, just his flannel from this morning. It still smells like him.

Your cheeks fill with a familiar heat as you peer up at him through your lashes, giving a childlike giggle at being caught by your boyfriend.

“Yeah..I hope you don’t mind. It was just there and-”

The fingers dip down and brush against your hip bone in seductive strokes. He knows what he’s doing. “No. ‘S all right, ‘s cuter on you anyway.”

You shift in your seat on the worn leather armchair, trying to ignore the pooling feeling from between your thighs. It’s utterly insane what this man’s voice can do to you alone.

“Sooo..” Ellie’s voice rang out from the kitchen, her back turned to both of you, “did you guys wanna watch Return of The Living Dead? We could use a shitty zombie movie…especially with the patrol we had..?”

Ellie whips her head over to you as she giggles, completely oblivious to what Joel had just been doing to your body a few short seconds ago. His hand quickly retreats when he hears her words.

“Whaddya mean, kiddo? Somethin’ happen?” Asks Joel innocently, cocking his head to the side like that of a curious puppy’s. He’s even got the pretty, brown doe eyes to go with it, and they never fail to make you swoon and your heart to race just a little bit quicker than usual.

“Oh, nothing-” You start to chime in to save yourself from any anger on Joel’s side, but he’s quick to raise a finger to silence you.

“Nah, what happened out there, Ellie?”

“She tried to fight off a clicker with a knife. Like an idiot.” Ellie laughs softly, clearly finding nothing but humor in the situation. You want to tell her to shut up, but it’d only be met by her asking why you were so nervous, then that would lead to you getting all weird and suspicious. It’s just not worth it, you decide.

Then you can see it. The gears turning in Joel’s head. The way his posture straightens and his sharp jaw ticks. The slight flare of his nostrils. Shit. Shit. Shit. Joel slowly turns to face you, giving you a warning look.

“Ellie, don’t you have somewhere to be?” Joel abruptly asks in a cold voice, his gaze never leaving your own. Your heart’s already racing.

A confused expression falls over Ellie’s face, and she opens her mouth to protest.

“Dina ‘prolly needs ya’ or somethin’. Go see.” He mutters.

“No way! You look pissed. I wanna see-”

“Now.”

It’s the dumbest, worst thought of excuse to get Ellie out of his home, but she listens anyway. With one last weary look towards you, she shrugs and heads for the door. Her auburn hair is the last thing you see before the front door shuts tight and you’re left alone with Joel.

“What was she talkin’ about? Tell me right now or so help me god..” Joel warns, kneeling down on the carpeted floor so he’s at your same level as you sit in the chair.

“It was nothing-” You swallow thickly, feeling anxious yet turned on under his watchful, angry chestnut eyes. Your leg begins to bounce nervously up and down against the floor.

“It was not no god damn nothin’! What the hell happened out there?”

“She already said.”

“I wanna hear it from you, girl.”

Joel’s face leans forward, so close you can see the scar on his nose. Without even blinking, his right hand climbs onto your thigh and slides up your stomach, over the soft globes of your breasts, and stops when it’s finally wrapped around your throat in a firm hold.

“I t..I tried to- to kill a clicker. I thought I could sneak up on it!” You’re quick to protest, shaking your head and vehemently defending yourself as much as your trembling voice will allow.

His fingers tighten around the sides of your neck ever-so-slighty; it’s not cutting off your air flow, but it’s just on the precipice.

“And tell me why you were tryin’ to be so fuckin’ brave, princess.” The southern accent mixed with the acidity of the anger dripping from his tongue only serves to excite and scare you more. This has happened so many times, but it never gets old. And you don’t think it ever could.

“I wasn’t- wasn’t thinking..’m sorry-”

“Sorry doesn’t fuckin’ cut it. What if you were bitten? Huh? The fuck would I do then? You never fuckin’ learn, do you, you goddamned idiot.”

Those words were harsh coming from Joel, a lot harsher than usual. You get the sense you’ve majorly fucked up this time, and it won’t go unpunished, that’s for sure. The sudden pit in your belly urges a lump to form in your throat.

With his hand still grasping you, he growls out the words, “Stupid fuckin’ little girl. Think she can do what she wants.”

“I’m sorry..” You whisper, biting the inside of your cheek harshly so the waterworks don’t surface and make an appearance.

“What did I just tell you, girl? You know better and yet you’re out here actin’ like you’re goddamned invincible. The hell is wrong with ya’?”

The fingers wrapped around the base of your neck shake you lightly as if he’s trying to knock some sense into your head. You can’t hold it in anymore, and that’s when the tears start to build behind your half-opened lids. They slowly creep down your cheeks as you fight a tiny sob.

“Aw, darlin’...did I make ya’ cry?” Joel’s expression softens, but his jaw is still clenched tightly - as are his fingers. He asks this in a condescending tone, knowing damn well he’s the one making you cry and feel small.

“Pumpkin, ‘s alright. I like when those tears run down your pretty little face.” The hand leaves your throat and brings his index finger to brush against one of your tears. You watch on in awe when he brings the finger to his mouth and laps it away with his thick tongue. Even upset, you feel your pussy clench around nothing inside of your jeans from the erotic sight.

“Now let’s go. I ain’t lettin’ you off on a warning this time. You knew the damn rules.”

The Texan stands up and strides in the direction of the bedroom down the hall. Your stomach drops, but you shakily rise from the chair and follow behind him. You feel so small under his touch, his gaze, his height, his everything.

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The room looks much cleaner than how you and Joel left it last night. The bed is made, his clothes no longer litter the floor, and there’s no longer a pillow tucked behind the headboard.

“You know the drill,” Joel prompts once you’ve shut the door and turned to face his giant form, “clothes off. Slowly, I wanna see ya’ take your time.” He commands.

It’s no use trying to get out of this, out of whatever he has planned for you. His jaw is still set and there’s still that cold glare in his stare. Joel wants you to undress.

Your hands slowly slide down your body and grip the hem of his flannel, pulling it up and over in a languid manner; even though this is going to be hell for you, you can’t help but tease him nonetheless. The shirt drops to the floor, revealing your basic yet sexy white bra.

The jeans are next. You notice Joel’s stare, his eyes glazed over in a look of lust and anger. He’s a man of few words, but that doesn’t stop him from owning and dominating you the way he does. Your hands are a little quicker to grab at the button of your pants.

“Slower.” Growls Joel, now crossing his arms in front of his broad chest, shoulders squared back.

You nod weakly, unbuttoning them steadily. The zipper is slid down next, the fly opening and revealing your matching colored panties. There’s undoubtedly a wet spot on the cotton fabric, and it’s only getting worse. The jeans are then rolled down and kicked off, leaving you dressed so lewdly.

“Good girl. What’d you do wrong? I want ya’ to tell me while I touch you. And start from the beginnin’.”

In a matter of seconds, you can feel Joel’s body heat behind you, warming your bare back, legs, thighs, and neck. It’s like the fireplace you’d been sitting in front of earlier, only this is a different kind of heat. It’s a lustful, primal heat.

“We..we were out on patrol and..” Your breath catches in your throat when both of his strong hands travel up from your thighs to your hips. He squeezes lightly; not enough to hurt you, but enough to show you that strength that he can use if he so chooses. He could break you, and he gets off on that. It’s evident when his semi-hard cock presses against your lower back.

“And?” Joel croaks out, feeling you start to tremble as you become similar to malleable clay within his hands.

“We…I heard a- a noise and we..” The tips of his olive-toned fingers dip into the elastic waistband of your panties, brushing over the little bit of pubic hair you have. In an attempt to keep from sucking in a sharp breath, you bite your tongue and try to continue the story.

“..I checked it out. It, ah..w-was a clicker. It didn’t notice us an- oh god..”

Your words and coherent thoughts quickly flee from your mind once his right index finger ventures down until it’s prodding between your slick folds, feeling how wet you’ve become from this alone. Joel could feel your hips almost instinctively buck up against his fingers, trying to somehow bring pressure to your swollen clit.

“Keep. Goin’. I wanna hear it all, Pumpkin. You ain’t done. And keep fuckin’ still.”

“I grabbed my- my- Joel, I can’t..” You mewl breathlessly, enjoying the touch when his finger shifts back and begins to rub light circles over that sensitive nub you so wanted him to touch.

“You’re not cummin’ ‘til I hear what you gotta say, girlie.”

“But Joel-”

“Get to talkin’.”

This is absolute brain-numbing torture, and you hadn’t even started yet. This is only the beginning and it’s going to get much better and worse as time goes on. His finger continues its teasing, even slipping where it was to slide inside of your tight, velvety walls. You whine out and clench your cunt around his finger, needing something much bigger inside.

“Fuuuck…we..I snuck up be- behind it and tried to g- get it with my knife..”

“Mm.” A simple grunt in response is all you’re going to receive in terms of vocalization. Painfully slowly, he starts to pump that finger in and out of your sopping cunt, intent on working you up and teasing further. It’s working, your body is heating up and begging for more of his touch.

“It j- it jumped on me..had to- Ellie had to- kill…it..”

His finger slides out and leaves your underwear, leaving a wet trail of your juices up your stomach. He’s obviously not done with you. Not even close.

Your body is instantaneously gripped hard from both sides, and you find yourself being tossed to the bed like a ragdoll. The top half of your body is pressed face down into the mattress while your legs are hung over the edge of the bed so you’re bent over it. The anticipation consumes you as you grasp for purchase on the bedsheets.

“Joelll..” You whine.

“Shut it, princess. I’m not too happy with ya’ right now.”

Heavy footsteps from Joel’s boots get closer and closer to your wound up body from behind. His now fully erect dick is sat between the cheeks of your round ass, but isn’t quite making contact because of your underwear and his jeans.

The sides of your white underwear are grabbed and pulled down in one swift motion so they’re bunched around your ankles.The wetness of the fabric brushes against your calf, making you shudder.

“I’m gonna make sure you don’t run off and do somethin’ stupid like that again. You got that, little girl?” With that, your inner thighs are taken into his rough hands and parted, the sensations of different skin textures feeling ever so welcomed. Your mound is exposed to him in all its intimate glory, your slick starting to seep out onto your upper thighs.

“Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy, baby. ‘S a shame it belongs to such a stupid thing like you, eh?” Joel chuckles huskily. As much as you want to be annoyed with his degradation, you can’t be. It’s one of the hottest things to leave his lips, and it makes you feel so, so dirty inside and out. You crave it.

Your plush lips form an ‘o’ when Joel’s body shifts behind you. The heat of his mouth teases your throbbing, aching heat and creates a warm feeling that makes the desperate need increase by tenfold. Your mind is foggy, only visions of Joel fucking you senseless flooding your every waking thought.

The rough and scratchy, silver-streaked beard of his scrapes the soft meat of the back of your thigh, and you know he’s so close to eating you out. To giving you what you need.

“I’m gonna eat you out nice and slow, Pumpkin. And you ain’t gonna cum, not yet. Understood?”

You don’t even have time to respond before his open mouth attaches itself to your soaking wet pussy. A soft but surprised moan escapes your lips as your fingers clench hard onto the sheets to the point that your nails are digging through to your palms. The urge to push your hips back and facefuck him is strong, but you refrain.

Joel’s hot, wet tongue slides from his mouth and slips between your puffy lips. He’s tasting you, his own brown eyes closing in bliss while he groans into your cunt.

“Joel..!” The pleasure is already overwhelming. You’re so fucking turned on, you need this. And you need it badly.

“Quiet. This ain’t for your pleasure. ‘S for mine.”

That tongue of his pushes deeper between your folds, nuzzling into them with his nose and mouth. You’ve never had him eat you from the back, but it’s a feeling you can’t even begin to describe. The tip flicks against your swollen clit, earning an involuntary eye roll from you.

“Taste so fuckin’ good f’me. So damn sweet.” As he’s sucking and lapping at your sensitive bud, his hands move from the backs of your thighs to your ass cheeks. The older man kneads and squeezes the round globes in perfect time with his tongue-flicking. Lewd sounds of him noisily pleasuring you plus your loud moans fill the bedroom, leaving space for nothing else.

It might be because you’re wound up. Maybe it’s because you were worked up before you’d even gone on patrol. Either way, you know your orgasm is quickly approaching once that familiar pressure builds up in your lower abdomen. Your pussy muscles start to squeeze and contract around nothing as if it's got a mind of its own while your legs threaten to buckle and twitch.

“Please- oh fuck, please-” You cry out, your body starting to shake with every tantalizing move that brings you closer and closer to climax.

And then just as quickly as the build-up started, it fades away when Joel pulls his mouth away. You glance behind you to see Joel’s mouth and chin coated in your slick. He’s got a dark smile on his lips.

“What’d I say, princess? This ain’t for you. You ain’t cummin’. Not until I want ya’ to.”

“But Joel-! You said-”

“And you said you’d be safe on patrol. Guess we’re both liars now, ain’t we? Now turn around.” Joel chuckles, getting up from the floor and starting to unbuckle his dark brown leather belt.

You groan and gasp, too weak and jelly-like to move. With a little..rough..assistance from Joel, you’re turned around and fully laid on the bed.. He wastes no time climbing on top of you and gripping both cups of the white bra you’re still wearing, fingers digging into the soft and squishy fabric.

In a moment of intense strength, Joel pulls them apart without much effort. The bra splits open down the middle, revealing your breasts to the hungry man above you.

“Oh, look at you..” He croons, starting to grope at your tits while his fingers roll and pinch your nipples until they’re hardened peaks ready to be admired. His lips quickly find your cleavage and start to leave featherlight kisses down between them, earning another moan from you. Each touch is like a burst of fireworks in your body.

“So fuckin’ eager for me to punish you. That is, princess? Want this old man to fuck ya’ until you’re beggin’ to cum on my cock?”

Joel’s hard dick is straining against the fabric of his jeans, pressed snugly against your bare cunt. You catch yourself starting to shift your hips, chasing that friction. He’s too busy to care about that right now.

With a hoarse groan on his end, those soft, hot lips of the Texan’s venture back up until they’re fully pressed against your own in an aggressive, passionate kiss. That tongue, that damn tongue, slips between your lips without asking for entrance. Your tongues roll and battle for dominance, but it’s an easy fight for Joel. His left hand reaches up to grip your hair and keep you in place while he pulls away.

There’s a string of saliva connecting you two, wetting your chin a bit as his face then nuzzles into your neck. A new, sharp sting causes your body to jolt at attention, and you can tell Joel’s biting at the soft flesh at the base of your neck down to your collarbone.

“Everyone’s gonna know I’m the only one fuckin’ you. The only one stretchin’ that tight little pussy.”

Joel buries his nose along the hollow of your throat while he gathers your sweet, natural musk. The tousled, graying brown hair at the top of his head tickles just underneath your chin while he continues to mark your skin with deep red splotches that’ll form into hickeys any second.

“M- mhm..all- all yours..” You mewl loudly, your back dipping and arching in the pleasurable pain from Joel’s sharp teeth.

“That’s right, baby girl. I still ain’t gonna forgive you yet, though.” God, this man is relentless to you.

“Now,” he suddenly shifts back, sitting between your thighs while his strong, veiny hands move to his half-undone belt. It’s briskly pulled off and tossed to the floor before he’s already reaching to step out of his jeans. The button unsnaps and the zipper falls, the jeans already being yanked off and dropped right next to the belt. That thick, hard cock is visible through Joel’s boxers, but you don’t have time to admire them because those are quickly rolled off too.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ take me and I’m not preppin’ you. You hear? I don’t care if you’re gonna be a whinin’, bitchin’ mess. Spread those pretty legs, pumpkin.” It’s a mix of stern yet loving yet angry from earlier events.

On command, your thighs open up once you reveal yourself to him again.

“Jesus Christ, that’s so fuckin’ hot.”

Joel’s hips press to yours, his left hand coming to grab the headboard to keep himself stable. His right hand grips his cock, which is beading with pre-cum, and starts to stroke it languidly. The pre is spread along the head and shaft when he uses his palm to rub it along. Meanwhile, you can only look up at the beast of a man with pleading eyes, desperate for him to be inside you. You don’t care if it’ll hurt..if anything, you crave the burning sensation when he stretches you out.

Without warning, the tip of his dick is slapped teasingly against your aching, dripping mound. Joel begins to move again, gathering slick onto his length so he can slip in with ease despite not preparing you to take him in. You gasp and catch your bottom lip between your teeth, too messed up and blissed-out from what you’ve received so far to so much as utter a single sentence.

“I need…need you..” The voice is so small and strangled that you can hardly believe it came from your own body. The need and lust has completely overridden every coherent thought and word from your brain. It’s like you're drunk on his cock and you haven’t even felt it inside yet.

“Yeah? Hold on tight then.”

With that, Joel pulls back and harshly slams into you, his cock spearing your cunt and filling you up completely. There’s a searing pain where he’s stretching you out with the thickness alone, and his name leaves your lips like it’s the only thing you know. And right now, it is.

“Oh, fuuuck. There it is…s’ so tight..you’re gonna fuckin’..take alla’ it.” He rasps, his right hand gripping your shoulder so tightly his fingernails are leaving crescent shaped marks into the flesh.

“N-No- wait..wait..” You whimper, trying to stop him from thrusting so you have time to adjust.

But he doesn’t care.

“I ain’t waitin’. Not for this. You didn’t listen on patrol, I ain’t listenin’ to your cries.” He reminds you.

Hard, deep thrusts start to shake your body, the tip of his cock occasionally slamming against your cervix and creating whitehot pleasurable pain that presumably leaves bruises deep inside.

The unrelenting assault on your soft, tight walls makes you cry and beg, nails searching to grab onto anything to keep yourself stable and in the moment while he ruts into you over and over. Your breasts bounce with every movement, which is a sight you can tell Joel enjoys, evident by the hungry expression on his face.

“You wanna be such a bad little slut, dontcha? Don’t. Wanna. Fuckin’. Listen.” Every word in the last sentence is punctuated by a thrust when he drives himself into you.

“J- Joel! Pleaseee…” The pleasure is making your head hit the pillow, your toes to curl, and a thin sheet of sweat to build above your browline.

“Bad girls who..ah, fuck..” He croaks, getting cut off by a wave of pleasure crashing over his own body. You swear you can even hear a…whimper as his dark eyes roll into the back of his head.

“..girls who don’t..listen- they get their holes..fuckin’ used. Just like this, princess.”

There it is again. That build-up in the bottom of your stomach. Your orgasm is once again approaching, and you’re hoping he’ll finally let you get your release.

Joel must’ve noticed your fucked-out state, because he smiles deviously and slams back into you.

“What? Y’ wanna cum? Wanna cum while I’m poundin’ into ya’?”

“Ye- Yes- Joel, please!” You yell. There’s no holding back, you needed this. Your hands reach up and cling themselves into his mop of brown hair, burying your fingers into it while you whine and garble underneath him.

“If that’s what ya’ want..” You don’t notice the devilish gleam in his darkened doe eyes, you’re too caught up in the relief of knowing you’re going to be able to cum. As his thrusts and grunts continue, two thick fingers slide down towards your heat and delve between your sensitive folds. The fingers move away and are replaced with the calloused pad of his thumb pressing harshly against your throbbing clit.

“M- Fuck!” It’s almost too much; Joel’s pounding into you paired with his thumb not letting up courses sparks of indescribable pleasure radiating through your body. Your orgasm builds and builds and builds until..

“I’m not rewardin’ you today.”

Joel starts to swirl his thumb quickly around your already super sensitive nub instead of slowly and gently. The wave of ecstasy you’d been waiting for and pining over crashes over you for just a split second and that usual over-sensitivity takes over before you could even enjoy it. The orgasm was fast and ruined and you fucking hated it.

A sense of frustration fills your senses while you glare daggers up at Joel, who’s still moving and holding tightly to your body until there’s red handprint marks left all over your hips, chest, and thighs. You grunt and furrow your brows at him.

“You mad, princess? Too…too fuckin’ bad. You’re so fuckin’ adorable..”

Joel’s then holding you down onto the bed while he fucks into you with reckless abandon, using you like his own personal fleshlight until he’s ready to shoot his load deep inside of you. Of course it’s not long before his movements are losing their rhythm. They begin to stutter and twitch as his cock throbs while you’re wrapped around him.

“Ohh, shit, princess…’m gonna cum so fuckin’- so fuckin’ hard. ‘S gonna fill you up ‘til you’re leakin’.”

One thrust. Two thrusts. A third, final roll of his hips emits an animalistic groan from the rough southern man as he shoots thick ropes of his semen to paint your soft insides. You feel the hot substance spilling into you, and you can’t help but let out a moan despite your anger towards your boyfriend right now.

His softening cock doesn’t pull out even as he’s caught his breath and laid atop you. You’re being crushed by his body, but you don’t mind.

“You’re…an asshole..” You mutter, voice muffled from Joel’s sweaty shoulder pressed to your lips.

“Love ya’ too, sugar. Maybe now you’ll fuckin’ listen when I tell ya’ to start bein’ safe.” It’s obvious Joel’s being genuine right now, with his voice soft yet still hoarse from the sex while his southern twang rings in your ears.

You can’t stay mad at this man, can you?

“I ain’t tryin’ to be a dick. I just…want you safe. That so hard to ask for? Ya’ don’t needa be a hero, kid.”

“I know..”

“What’d we learn?” He whispers in your ear, hand coming up to roll a few strands of your hair between his fingers in a loving way. His flaccid cock is still inside of you, but it’s oddly..comforting.

“Not to…be reckless..”

“Good girl.” A soft kiss is pressed to your forehead, nothing like a kiss you’d felt from the Joel from earlier. It’s a tender one, meant to comfort you. At the end of the day, all he wants is for you to be safe. Hell, he hates you even just going on patrol.

“I love you. You know that, dontcha?”

“I know. I love you too..”

You both lay there, curled up in each others’ warm embrace. As much as Joel likes to torture you when you’ve been ‘bad’, you know he loves you. Even if he sucks at words and feelings, the love in those eyes says enough.

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