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infernalodie · 1 year

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𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

“𝘈𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: Deftones - Rosemary

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Summary: You wouldn’t let go of him...

Warnings: Just heartbreak

Words: 1673

You didn’t know what you did to deserve this. To be tied up and forced to watch your lover be beaten in front of you. Your pleads for the young girl to stop and take you instead of Joel. But none listened, only willing to give you their time when they slapped you, silencing your cries momentarily.

If you’d known that the past would come back around the way it did, perhaps you wouldn’t have allowed Joel to follow through on what he did. Maybe you could’ve done it better and not killed as many people as you two did. But now, your decision to not try something different ended with your lover, your husband being placed in front of each swing of a golf club.

There was nothing you could do to stop it. It was a terrible fate beseeched upon you. Forced to sit here, arms tied behind your back, bruises and cuts along your face, and take in the side of Joel’s head is caved in. No one should be forced through this.

And when you heard Ellie come storming through the door, the dread only built in your stomach further. Seeing one of the men who Ellie had sliced across the face with her switchblade kick the girl in the stomach. “I’ll fucking kill you for touching her, you fucker! Your fucking dead!” You yelled, thrashing in your binds as a Hispanic man came over, punching you in the face.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” He ordered.

You spit blood, eyes fluttering open as your eyes found Ellie’s. Hearing her plead for Joel to get up. Her voice cracking, sobs falling from her parted lips was a stab to the heart. An irreversible sound you wouldn’t ever be able to shake. “Ellie - Baby, look at me!” The girl turned her tear-speckled eyes to you, finding you crying as well as you tried to force a smile. “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look, okay?”

Ever since you came into her life, along with Joel, the two of you clicked. Like a light switch flipping to bring some light in the darkness, you had created the light in her life. So much so that she had referred to you as her mother. A woman to care for her and do anything to protect her. But it scared her that you weren’t taking care of yourself. Having to see your husband, a man you had met at a time when the world was a hellhole. A true romantic story that Ellie would find in the books you allowed her to borrow. She had no way to protect you as much as you were for her.

Although you tried your best, it didn’t matter when she saw the final swing of the golf club come down on Joel’s skull. The audible crack intertwined with raw flesh filling the air as Ellie screamed out. You closed your eyes, turning your face to press to the floor as your body racked with sobs. Tears streaming down your cheeks and hit the cold stone floor. “No,” you wept, rubbing your forehead harshly into the concrete.

“What are you gonna do when I die?” You teased, coming back with a freshly brewed cup of coffee for the man, who was sitting at his sculpting table. Glasses resting on the brim of his nose as he took a daring glance towards you.

“Probably keel over and die myself, darlin’,” he quipped, taking the cup as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple. Snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into his lap. A smile appeared on his lips when you yelped and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Someone’s a bit happy this morning,” you pointed out with a cheeky grin that never seemed to fade every day that passed. Even in the worst of times, Joel knew that your smile could cast away any darkness that clung to your guys’ lives. It was one of the many, many reasons why he fell in love with you 4 years ago. “But I don’t want to get in the way of your hobbies.”

“You are already in my way,” Joel quipped, making you scoff.

“Remind me who pulled who onto their lap?” You inquired, smiling at the gruff, yet, soft laugh that fell from the man’s lips.

There was a beat of silence before you cupped his cheek and stared deep into his brown orbs. “What would you do if I died?” You asked softly.

Joel stared at you for a moment, hands tightening the hold his hand on you as he sighed. “Burn the entire world to find what or who was responsible for it.”

“She’s pregnant!” Ellie cried, blood leaking from her busted nose as she lay tiredly on the floor. Abby held her knife to Dina’s throat, who lay unconscious in the brute’s hold.

Although things were coincidental with Mel having been pregnant, but still dead, it didn’t change the rage that burned inside Abby’s heart. “Good.”

“Abby.” She lifted her gaze, finding Lev standing by the door with a concerned look on his face. Abby got the message and her bearings. Shrugging Dina off of her and shakily standing to her feet.

Her towering figure stood above Ellie, shadow overtaking the auburn-haired girl’s broken form. “Don’t ever let me see you again.” A warning that Ellie understood and could care less about at this moment. She had just lost Jesse, Tommy was hurt or dead, Dina was hurt, and you were nowhere to be found after you ran at Abby minutes ago.

When Abby began to move past Ellie, a yell filled the air from her left. Turning just in time to feel the air in her lung be knocked out as she stumbled back. Lev pulled his bow, ready to fire, but was shot in the neck by a needle. His body tensed for a moment as he frowned, pulling the needle from his neck and staring down at the object for a moment before he tumbled to the ground.

Abby on the other hand, lay on the ground growling in pain as she stared at the large broken piece of wood stabbed into her side. Nothing that could kill her immediately, but if she didn’t deal with it, she might as well be dead. But her tunnel vision finally opened up when you came into view, her gaze lifting to find you staring down at her with bared teeth.

Your hair was astray and your cheek was sliced brutally from your fight with Abby. She’d tossed you into one of the displays at the front with a random piece of glass cutting you. But the hatred she saw then hadn’t changed one bit. If anything, she would say it had only grown. “Get the fuck over her, you bitch!” You spat, grabbing the girl by her braid and beginning to pull her towards the exit under the red lighting. Abby cried, shakily reaching up and trying to pry herself free from your hold, but it didn’t matter.

Once you had her where you wanted, you propped her against the wall. Backing away to stare at the girl for a moment, she cried as she held the wood, screaming when she tried to pull it out and finding no success. Her blurring vision found your hollow gaze and shook her head.

“You don’t have to do this,” Abby’s croaking voice tried to reason. Blood leaked from the corner of her lips as she stared up at you pleadingly. It was disgusting, to say the least, and your bitter expression showed just that. The pure disgust and hate you held for the girl that had not only hurt your daughter but her pregnant girlfriend. That wasn’t even mentioning the most valuable person she had taken from you.

Crouching beside Abby, you stared down at her with a snarl. Grasping the base of the wood and applying pressure, creating a scream to erupt from Abby’s throat. Whimpering and whining as she tried to push you away, but you only pushed onto the wood further.

“You took my husband, my world, and my happiness,” you growled, using your other hand to grab Abby’s braid and forcing her to look up at you. Tears brimming in her gaze as you lowered your head to be mere inches from her face. “And now, I’ve come to receive my blood payment, child.”

Backing away, you grabbed the bat hung off the side of your backpack and began to swing down on the base of the wooden pike stabbed into Abby’s side. Listening to her screams echo in the basement of the theatre alongside your grunts. Feeling Ellie’s fearful gaze stuck on you as she held Dina tightly in her arms. The sight was brutal, to say the least. Your eyes were hollow of any sympathies as you listened to the WLF soldier scream and plead, but you didn’t listen. Abby’s legs kicked about like a child as she tried to get free. But with each impact of the bat against the wood, her legs twitched with whatever amount of life was in her. Continuing until you finally heard nothing erupt from the girl’s lips.

You panted, arms aching as you lowered the bat to your side. The frame of the weapon was dented with slivers of wood sticking to its silver. Dropping the weapon you stared at the bloody mess made by your rageful. Abby’s eyes were wide as saucers as blood streamed from the edges of the wound in her stomach and from her lips. Closing your eyes, you let your head roll back with a hand running through your locks.

Turning your gaze towards Ellie, you found her already staring at you. With your hollow gaze and a wave of your hand, you walked past her. “Grab Dina, we’re heading home.”

You set fire to the world to find who was responsible for taking Joel from you. Just as he said he would’ve.

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ellabscrush · 2 months

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— play with my pussy, not my heart.

a/n; this has been an idea in my head for awhile but kept scrapping it, hopefully this is alr. btw my requests are opennn.

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

cw; smut, mdni, fingering, reader has a nervous habit that might triggering, dom!reader, flirting, language, slap kink once, arguing, abby is a dick here lol, trust issues, angst?? lmk if i missed any!!

sypnosis; your well known girlfriend who has a reputation of being a player finally decides to settle into a serious relationship with you. aware of your girlfriend’s past, abby’s project partner comes to intervene with your thoughts & worries. back and forth arguing isn’t going anywhere, you had to show her other ways on who not to mess with.

— ˚ෆ ⋅˚ —

“it’s just a small study sesh baby, nat even agreed to do it at our apartment!” abby walks towards you as she hovers over, “so no need to worry, ‘kay?”

she caresses your face and pecked your lips.

nat, aka natasha ferreira, is apart of western university’s dance team. you’ve seen her around before wearing white flowy skirts and layered jewelry. you once heard her talking about how her parents got a brand new bmw for her quinceañera.

i guess there was nothing to hate about her, other than the fact she is gorgeous and very talented with her dancing. this was just another one of your stupid overthinking.. right?

“okay abs.. thank you,” you gave her a soft smile.

“that’s my best girl.”

besides, trust was the thing you both had been working on these past months. dating abby was going to be a challenge. you knew it and your friends knew it. though they weren’t too supportive with her intentions at first, you were convinced abby could change her acts if she reallyy tried.

three knocks suddenly interrupted your little conversation. abby sprinted to the door and opens it to find a joyful figure in front of her.

nat gasps, “abby! this is my first time seeing you outside of uni,” she smiles with excitement.

abby smiled back and leaned for a hug, leaving you to stare at them with a lump of jealousy in your throat.

— ˚ෆ ⋅˚ —

one minute you were next to abby, and then the second the brunette is touching forearms besides her with those stupid doe eyes, glossed lips, and weirdly seductive black platform heels. god she’s annoying.

“your handwriting is shit!” the brunette teased, giggling as she leans to abby.

“yeah?” your girlfriend chuckles, “this is what you get for choosing me as your partner.”

nat shrugs, “well then i can deal with it.”

you tried so hard to not be bitter. really you did. but each time you glance at the two across the kitchen island, you swore the both of them were doing this shit on purpose.

sudden eye contacts with you everytime they laughed together, unrelated conversations, and some flirty remarks. oh, and not to mention the obvious footsies that was happening under the table. like you can literally see it.

“fuck me..” you muttered.

“what’s that princess?” abby asks you, the nickname made nat changed her demeanor quickly.

you turned back to meet nat’s eyes, then to abby, and back to nat.

“nothin’ love,” you put a convincing smile.

three hours long night full of giggling and jokes you didn’t even get later on.. you find yourself yelling back and forth in your shared bedroom with abby who literally couldn’t understand where you were coming from.

abby groans, “goddamnit we talked about this!”

“i never did anything to her, you were literally infront of us,” she raised her voice.

“abs, she deadass rubbed her foot on your leg multiple times and leaned to you everytime you both laughed..”you went on, getting more frustrated by the minute.

“well.. we’re just having a little fun, is that romantic to you?” abby asks with her hand crossed to her chest, her facial expression screams ‘you’re being crazy.’

you were exhausted trying to find ways to communicate without bringing up abby’s past, like you both agreed to. however, your concerns shouldn’t supposed to end in argument. you shook your head, letting out a long sigh and sat on the edge of the bed.

“i- i don’t know abby,” you stammered, “i guess it is romantic when they do the things i do to you.. since i am yours.”

you gazed down at your feet with teary eyes while unaware as you were digging your nails into your thighs. this was a nervous habit of yours in which you don’t realize you have been doing it for so long. your girlfriend, however, does.

she slowly walks closer to the edge of the bed and kneeled down to your eye level.

“you are mine.” her voice sounding more reassuring and softer like you could faint at that moment.

“i thought you could’ve been better for me..” you sniffled

abby panicks once she realizes you were crying, “baby no.. fuck i’m trying..”

“trying?” you looked up.

the blonde sighs, “will. i will be better.”

she moved your hands from your thighs with one hand, while other pushes your head closer to hers for a deep kiss. more so, a sloppy one. she wipes your cheeks and the kisses started from sweet, to mean in a heartbeat. abby stroked you waist, making you clench you thighs together.

abby smirks, “you turned on princess?” she asks and you just whimpered in response, “fuck.. i gotta wake up early tomorrow.”

knowing your girlfriend has plans tomorrow morning, this sparked an idea in your head. abby can become a submissive mess when you’re in charge. so you decide to show her other ways who not to play with, and whose pussy she can only play with!

“so?” you replied in between kisses, “don’t want me to scream your name tonight?”

.. besides, making her miss out a big free brunch with her friends the next day will be an added punishment you thought.

the blonde smiles and throws you to the middle of the bed, causing you to squeal from the unexpected move. abby aggressively pulls down your shorts and underwear. your wet slick was ready for her.

“look at you all ready for me,” she circles her thumb on your lips slowly, “gotta fuck that jealousy out quick or else i’ll be late tomorrow, princess.”

you smiled maliciously in response as you bite your lip. abby then shoves her two fingers inside your mouth, “open.”

she pumps her ring and middle finger in and out. being all soaked in your drool making it wet enough to fit in your pussy. the sounds of your whimpers made her go crazy. you shut your eyes feeling abby’s cold, drenched fingers sliding inside.

your body shuttered, “s-shit baby..”

the sounds of your wet pussy is practically making abby drool.

“feels so fuckin’ good, keep going,” you ordered keeping a strong eye contact with the blonde, “just like that..”

“that fucking pussy,” abby whispers, you licked your lips looking down at her fat fingers going in and out, “you needy whore,” she degrades.

her words were like fire and heaven at the same time. you wouldn’t be so pissed off at her if she hadn’t let nat be all over her for three hours straight. now it’s your job to remind her whose pussy she can fuck. and the only one.

you let out an airy laugh, “i’m the whore hm? atleast i wasn’t flirting with another bitch,” she looks up at your face. you were trying to keep your composure while being mercilessly fucked.

you sat yourself up with elbows on the mattress, “you proud of yourself huh?” just inches away from her stupid smirk.

“faster,” you demanded.

she curled her fingers inside of you, hitting your g spot like a pro. you can help but let out a moan and rocked your hips in rhythm. that smirk of hets turned to an amazed expression once she hears your juices sloshing around.

“fuck baby,” abby was practically drenched under her pjs wanting to taste you, “p-please need to taste you.”

“nuh uh, you’re being mean all day. you don’t, f-fuck, deserve me.”

abby was desperate just by hearing you speak like this. you’re such an angel around her normally, like when she first met you, you were different than the other girls she had met before. she fell for you. but damn that mouth of yours was killer in bed.

the rare times you controlled her was only when you were pissed off at your girlfriend for the amount of disrespectful flirting that was happening in front of you, or not giving you updates on what she’s doing with her girl friends. however, you can’t blame yourself for having mixed trust issues knowing how many girlfriends abby has had.

maybe you’ve been too patient with her? letting shit go so easily?

“shit- c’mere” you groaned and kissed her viciously at the thought of her fucking another girl. one hand around her neck while the other grips her loose hair.

“mmm, keep going..” you moaned in her mouth.

abby rubs your clit, feeling your juices squirting all over her thighs, “p-please baby.. lemme clean you up” she begs to lick your folds but you resisted.

you slapped her cheek, her needy face turning red.

“shut up,” you growled, “better stop messing around.. i deserve fuckin’ better.”

abby whimpers, putting her head back in frustration. she then looks down to see you, a dripping pussy drunk mess. her fingers were sticky and all tired. however, she’s not stopping until she screams your name.

“atleast say my name when you cum,” she pleaded, “please.”

her voice made you feel every type of way. your thighs starting to heat up, a familiar feeling as you have had fucked yourself with the thought of her in the past. pounding noises as you thrust your hips on to her fingers harder puts many heated scenes in your head.

“abby.. oh my god- m’ fucking cumming..”

“that’s my girl, ride daddy’s dick,” she encourages you.

an orgasm was washing over you, “abby you’re mine. fuck- ah-“ you burried your face in the crooks of her neck.

“all yours baby, i’m sorry.” she kissed all over your shoulder, genuinely feeling bad that she didn’t give you the reassurance you wanted earlier.

“abs- fuckfuckfuck,” you screamed out, screaming her name loud enough the apartment below could hear you, “i hate you so much..”

“i love you princess.. love it when i make you cum..” she admits. your legs shaking like crazy, feeling overstimulated.

you know how that goes..

once you orgasmed, you let abby suck her fingers, tasting every bit of yourself. and just like that, you were laying down with a fast pounding in your chest. she caresses your stomach and kissed all over your body, still needing to feel you more. but knew you needed her the most.

“hey, you okay?” she asked softly, looking at your sleepy eyes. she just wanted the both of you to be good. “i’m fine.. just a little tired. i feel like you don’t know how badly it hurts me to see you purposely being all over people like that.”

abby sighs, knowing she fucked up. she didn’t want to be that person anymore. she loved you, really, but her actions just aren’t the thinkable. you both sleep skin to skin while she stays up to watch you fall deep in your sleep.

“i love you, angel.” she whispers. feeling all the guilt in her chest, your girlfriend pulls you in closer.

of course, she had to make it up to you the next day so she cancelled all plans. it’s not like she got up in time anyway.

well now you both know she won’t ever be doing that shit again.

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