𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓬!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼

THIS IS SO BABYGIRL OF HIM WHAT THE FUCK😭

ᥫ᭡ about me — mari (friends call me mar), 21 (my b-day is march 23), aries, black/native, sentimental, hopeless romantic, flower child, lover, old soul, avid dreamer, spiritual!

ᥫ᭡ i love — reading, drawing, sleeping, vanilla and cherry, milkshakes, silk pjs, dark and milk chocolate, wedged heels, jensen ackles, fruits, lace clothing, tea, fries, walking, pinterest, necklaces, dramas, posters, driving with the windows down, drew starkey, nature, wellness, learning random and new things, meeting new people, pizza, new and different cultures from my own, learning new languages.

ᥫ᭡ tv shows/films — supernatural, new girl, monte carlo, uptown girls, coyete ugly, burlesque, outerbanks, rebelde, friends, wildfire, girls next door, girlfriends, gossip girl, one tree hill, the o.c., i love lucy, revenge, h2o: just add water, saved by the bell, found, fresh prince, i dream of jeannie, virgin river,…etc (will be adding to this!).

ᥫ᭡ music — anything lana, tyla, pop, xtina, tate mcrae, marina, sabrina carpenter, FKA twigs, no doubt, hailey knox, janet jackson, nessa barrett, SZA, leon bridges, ALT, kacey mustgraves, leAnn rimes, indie, madison beer, jennie, JMSN, newjeans, leigton meester, aaliyah, sarina, britney spears, beadoobee!

𝓳𝓸𝓮𝓵 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 smut = ❤︎ request = 𝜗𝜚

well hello 𝜗𝜚 ❤︎

sweet treat 𝜗𝜚 ❤︎

insecure 𝜗𝜚

bad girls get punished ❤︎

accidents ❤︎

joel miller cum in my mouth

Shades Of Cool

Rick Grimes x Fem Reader

Warnings: age gap (reader is in her 20s), dry humping, fingering, oral (m receiving), face fucking, a bit of cum eating, intercourse and a bit of a breeding kink. let me know if I missed anything!

A/n: so this fic is inspired by this pic and there’s no walkers nothing just regular shmegular Rick Grimes because I just had to make a fic for this picture!!!

You and Carl were friends. The two of you actually met on your 21st birthday and you two had been inseparable ever since; but that’s all you were, friends. Carl wasn’t really your type, but you know who was? His father. Rick Grimes.

The first day Carl brought you over and his father was home, you weren’t expecting your knees to wobble at the sight of him. From that day onward, anytime you would come over, you’d steal little glances at Rick when he wasn’t looking and you thought he hadn’t noticed but each and every time you stared at him, practically undressing him with your eyes, he felt it, and it made him smile every damn time.

You had begun dressing in the skimpiest of clothing every time you went over to the Grimes household; one time you were dragging Carl with you to a festival and you came to pick him up. You had a bikini top on that barely fit, a bit of under-boob peeking out, paired with your favourite low-waisted jeans. You knocked on their door expecting Carl to answer since you had texted him that you were here but to your surprise, Rick had answered the door. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets that day as he looked at you, his eyes quickly looking down at your chest and back up to your face. He invited you in and you couldn’t stop smiling to yourself as you waited for Carl, as that little look Rick took of you had not gone unnoticed by you.

You were currently on your way to their house right now. Carl had asked his father if he could invite you to the little vacation they had planned and Rick said yes.

You arrived at the house and spotted Rick at his car, loading some bags into the trunk. You had parked your car into their garage and soon moved to the back of your car to get your bags. You were just about to grab them and bring them over to Rick when he took them from your hands.

“I’ve got em.” He said as he looked at you, raking his eyes over your figure before giving you a smile and making his way over to his car.

“Thanks Mr. Grimes.” You said as you made your way to him, handing him a bag that was on the ground to put into the car.

“You can call me Rick ya know?”

“I know, I just like teasing you.” You said as you smiled at him, your attention moving to the figure behind him.

“Hey stink!” You said as Carl came into your view, handing his father the last bag before making his way to you.

“Out of all the names you call me, that’s gotta be my least favourite.” He said as he brought you in for a hug.

You pulled away from Carl and crouched down to the little girl next to him, hugging her before lifting her into your arms.

“Hey Judith.” You said as you smiled at her, handing her a lollipop you brought specially for her.

“So we all packed in?” Rick said as he looked to you and Carl. Both of you nodded your heads before you all made your way to the front of the car.

You lowered Judith into her car seat before looking back at Carl.

“So where ya gonna sit?”

“I’ll sit at the back with Judith, you can sit in the front.” He said as he slid into the back seat.

You smiled to yourself at the thought of sitting in the passenger seat with Rick, blush creeping onto your cheeks. You quickly calmed yourself down before opening the passenger side door and sliding in.

Rick looked at you and let out a little laugh to himself before looking back at his son.

This was going to be a long ride.

****

The four of you soon arrived at the holiday house you’d be staying at. You grabbed your bags and made your way to the room you picked, you picked this one because it was really pretty and it had a great view (it was right next to Rick’s room).

You were just about to start unpacking when Carl barged into your room, plopping down onto the bed.

“We’re all going to the beach so get dressed. ”

You gave him a thumbs up before shoving him out of your room to get dressed in your bikini, placing a crocheted skirt over.

You grabbed your beach bag and made your way outside, waiting for the rest of them to come.

Rick was the first to come through the door, his eyes moving straight to your ass in the bikini you were wearing, that left little to the imagination.

You turned to face the door as it closed, eyes landing on Rick as he held a surf board and placed it against the wall.

“You can surf?” You said as you turned to face him, your eyes raking over his body. God he was hot.

“Yeah, I learnt when I was younger.”

“Cool. Maybe you could teach me one day.” You said before the door opened again, revealing Judith and Carl.

“Well don’t you look pretty.” You said to Judith as she made her way over to you, grabbing your hand. Rick smiled at the little interaction before the four of you started making your way down to the beach.

You and Carl had found a great spot on the beach and set your things down on the blanket you brought with. You handed Judith a slice of watermelon before removing the crocheted skirt. As the skirt slipped down your legs, Rick couldn’t take his eyes off of you, moving his gaze along your legs as the skirt slipped off.

He quickly cleared his throat as you looked at him, rolling your eyes before settling back down onto the blanket.

“I’m gonna head in, watch Judith okay Carl?” Rick said as he made his way to the water, giving you a once over before getting into the water.

You watched as he surfed a few waves, your eyes never leaving his figure.

Carl passed you a bag of chips, taking one out before popping it into your mouth.

“Dude you need a haircut, right Judith?” You said looking towards the younger girl. She nodded before looking at Carl, smiling as she placed herself down onto your lap.

“Woww, so you’re not going to be siding with your brother Judy?” Carl said as he looked at his sister.

She shook her head before Carl grabbed her and began tickling his sister, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles. You smiled as you watched her writhing around as she laughed.

You looked back up and saw Rick coming out of the water. His hair was wet and the second skin clung to his toned body as he walked towards you with the board under his arm.

God he looks amazing, you thought.

Rick immediately caught you staring before smiling at you, causing your cheeks to heat up.

“I want ice cream.” You heard Judith say as she looked at her brother.

“I’m gonna get her some, just let my dad know where we went when he gets here yeah?” He said as looked at you before grabbing his sisters hand and walking off.

Rick soon got to the little spot you guys had, looking at Carl and Judith as they walked off to find an ice cream truck.

“Where they headed to?” He said as he looked down at you, grabbing a towel and drying his face off.

“Judith wanted ice cream.” You said as he sat down next you.

“Hey uh do you mind helping me with sunscreen, I can’t get my back.” You said as you held the sunscreen out. Rick looked at you before smirking, grabbing the sunscreen from you as you turned around, sitting on your knees in front of him.

You loosened your bikini top strings, bringing your hands to your front to keep the fabric on your breasts.

Rick spurted some sunscreen on his hands before placing them on your back. You immediately jerked at the touch, causing Rick to laugh.

“Relax, it’s just me.” He said as he moved his large hands all along your back, massaging along your neck.

His hands moved down to your lower back, spreading the lotion all over before moving back up to your neck, applying pressure in all the tense areas. This caused you to relax against him, letting out a barely audible moan that went straight to Rick’s dick.

He wondered what other sounds you could make.

He tapped your shoulder once he was done, tying your straps for you too.

“Thanks Rick.” You said as he gave the sunscreen back.

All he did was nod his head towards you, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth as you got up and made your way to the water. Rick threw his head back against the blanket, groaning and muttering a quiet, ‘fuck’ under his breath.

He immediately sat up as he heard his daughters voice, straightening himself as he looked at Carl and Judith.

“Where is she?” Carl asked his father, looking towards you as Rick pointed your way.

“I’m gonna join her.” Carl said as he rushed off towards you, almost knocking you to the ground as he ran to you.

Rick watched the two of you mess around in the water, mainly just watching you and your gorgeous body. His attention was quickly pulled to a guy approaching the two of you.

You and Carl stopped messing around once the guy said hi, mainly looking at you.

“So you’re really pretty and I was just wondering if I could get-”

“Nope.” You said as you grabbed Carl’s arm and the two of you went running back, laughing at the previous interaction.

The both of you plopped down onto the blanket, clutching your stomachs as you were laughing.

“What was that about?” Rick asked as he watched the guy walk past you all.

“This dude tried hitting on her and all she said was nope, she didn’t even let him finish!” Carl said as he continued laughing.

“Well he wasn’t my type we all know that.” You said as you looked at Rick, slowly calming down.

“Yeah she’s into the old dude’s.” Carl said, causing you to shove him against the shoulder.

All Rick did was smile at this revelation, looking at you as you brought a water bottle to your lips.

****

You were all currently back at the holiday house, you changed into something more comfortable as the four of you had just gotten back from dinner.

You made your way into the kitchen, grabbing some fruit you had bought earlier on.

You began cutting them up into smaller pieces and placing them into a bowl when your attention was pulled to footsteps approaching the kitchen.

It was Rick.

He made his way to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and drinking some of it as he leaned against the counter opposite you.

You could feel him watching you, turning around as you held an uncut strawberry in your hand.

“I can feel you staring, so do you want one? They do taste really sweet.” You said as you approached him, lifting the strawberry to his mouth. He took the sweet fruit between his lips, his beautiful eyes piercing yours as he took a bite.

You lowered your hand and placed the stem of the strawberry into the trash.

Turning back to Rick, you watched as he swiped some juice that was left on the side of his mouth to bring to his lips but you quickly stopped him, bringing his index finger to your lips and taking the digit into your mouth.

Rick was stunned at your bold action, watching you closely as you sucked on his finger. The filthy images that came to mind went straight to his crotch, the fabric of his shorts tightening as his cock got hard.

You lowered his hand once again, moving back to the fruit you were previously cutting and cleaning up the mess.

You were about to leave when you felt Rick behind you, pressing his hard on against your ass and using his arms to cage you in.

You turned around in his hold, looking up at him as he shoved your legs apart with his, moving his thigh against your core and smashing his lips against yours.

You immediately deepened the kiss, letting his tongue invade your mouth as his hands roamed your body.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” He said against your lips.

His kisses slowly moved along your jaw, going down your neck and reaching your collar bone. You unknowingly began grinding your hot core against his thigh, throwing your head back to give him more room.

You were both quickly pulled back to reality when you heard another set of footsteps, Rick moving to the opposite side of the kitchen where he was previously standing and you pretending to continue cleaning up.

Carl made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before moving to you and stealing a piece of fruit from your bowl, causing you to smack him against the head.

“G’night.” He said to the two of you as he made his way back to his room.

Just as he left, Rick was on you again, attaching his lips to yours before you pushed him away.

“Come find me later, preferably when he’s asleep. I’ll probably be in the shower.” You hinted as you grabbed your bowl of fruit and left the kitchen.

Rick ran his hands over his face. You were going to be the death of him.

****

You set your underwear and an oversized shirt on the bed before moving to the bathroom. You climbed into the large shower once the water was warm, running your hands through your hair as you tilted your head back to let the warm water cascade down your face.

You were about to reach for your body wash when there was a knock on the bathroom door, followed by the sound of the door opening.

You opened the tinted shower door, peeking out and seeing Rick, a white towel hanging low on his hips as he made his way to you. The towel dropped as he got closer to the shower, your eyes immediately bulging at his size.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth, watching him as he got into the shower with you, placing his body right under the stream of water and letting out a barely audible moan as the water hit his back.

He reached out towards you, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you flush against him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he looked down at you. You connected your lips to his, deepening the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He once again let his kisses trail down your neck, the roughness of his beard sending shivers through your body as he trailed his kisses down your body towards your chest, taking one of your stiff peaks into his mouth. Sucking harshly onto the bud, he looked up at you as you moaned out in ecstasy.

Moving his hands down your body and towards your core, ghosting his fingertips over the area where you needed him most.

“Please..” You said as you moved closer to him, trying to get him to bring his hand where you wanted it, needed it.

“Please what baby?” He said as he looked at you, a smirk spreading over his features.

“Please just- just touch me please.” You begged.

“Where do you need me sweetheart?” He said as he held you, a faux sympathetic look on his face.

You grabbed ahold of his hand, leading it towards your core. Rick wasted no time, applying pressure on your clit.

You moaned out, your head hitting the wall behind you as you let the pleasure consume you.

Your breaths were getting heavy and you let out a particularly loud moan once he sunk two fingers into your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, feels so good.” You said as you closed your eyes, the pleasure combined with the steam from the hot water becoming all too much for you.

“Yeah, it feels good baby?” He said as he sunk down onto his knees, his mouth latching into your clit.

Your knees buckled at the feeling, looking down at the man between your thighs as his free hand moved to your hips to steady you.

“I’m so close.” You breathed out as you grabbed onto your left breast.

Rick quickened his fingers inside you, reaching a special spot your own fingers could never reach. This combined with his hot mouth on your clit sent you over the edge.

You let out multiple short breaths as you came, your body feeling hot to the touch as Rick rose back up, his fingers sinking into his mouth.

Moaning at the taste of you on his tongue, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his lips to yours before pulling back.

“You taste better than I imagined.” He said, causing you to bury your head into his neck.

“Now don’t get all shy on me baby, you were just moaning my name like a whore and now you’re all shy.” He said as he grabbed ahold of your chin, tilting your head up and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Want you in my-” You said against his lips, stopping as you were unable to get the filthy words out.

“What do you want baby?” He said, his grip on your chin not letting up.

“Want you in my mouth please.”

“Oh do you now?” Rick said, a smile tugging at his lips.

You nodded your head before sinking down onto your knees. Taking his cock into your hand, you pressed his tip to your lips, taking it into your mouth, the salty taste of pre-cum hitting your tongue.

You moaned around his tip, looking up at him as you took more and more of him into your mouth. You started bobbing your head, savouring the taste of his cock on your tongue.

Rick was losing his mind, his hands leaning against the shower wall behind you, loving the sight of you kneeling in front of him.

You tapped his thigh, causing him to look down at you. You quickly reached for his hand, placing it at the back of your head.

Rick immediately caught on, wrapping your hair around his hand to create a sort of makeshift ponytail.

He began fucking your face at an ungodly pace, your nose hitting his pubic bone.

The most sinful noises left his lips, his hips staggering as he got closer to his high.

You could feel him in your throat, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes due to the shear force of his thrusts.

“Fuck.” He moaned out, his load shooting onto your tongue.

“Swallow it.” He said as you nodded your head, swallowing his seed as you stood up.

He brought you back in for a kiss, swiping his tongue across your lips. You allowed him to enter, his tongue dancing with yours as he claimed your mouth as his.

He tapped your thigh as he kissed you, causing you to jump up and wrap your legs around him.

Wasting no time he slipped his cock into your pussy, both of you moaning out at the feeling of him inside you.

With your back pressed against the wall, Rick’s one arm supporting your body and the other next to your head against the wall. His hips snapped against yours, desperate to get you to cum again.

You were a moaning mess, your mind occupied with Rick and only Rick. You grabbed onto his face and brought it from out of the crook of your neck, desperate to feel his lips on yours again.

The kiss was rough and needy, teeth clashing, the feel of his beard rough on your lips; your hips meeting his thrusts as your tongue explored his mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You said against his lips, causing Rick to slip out of you for a split second, turning you around and pressing your chest to the cold tiles. He slipped back into you, his thrusts speeding up as your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in even deeper if it was possible.

Pornographic like moans left your lips as you came, the pleasure making your body tingle all over. Your body went limp as Rick continued thrusting into you, chasing his own orgasm.

“Where do you want it?” He asked as his hips snapped against yours.

“Inside me please.” You begged, your body needing everything he had to offer.

You could sense his smirk at your words, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he was nearing his orgasm.

“Want me to fill you up huh?” He said between thrusts, his hot cum spilling into you as his thrusts slowed down.

He slipped out of you, turning you around to face him and placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You smiled into the kiss but quickly gasped when you felt his fingers entering you again, shoving his cum deeper inside of you, making sure none of it dared to slip out.

“Too much Rick.” You whined as you grabbed onto his wrist.

“ ‘m sorry baby.” He muttered, wrapping his arms around you.

The two of you cleaned up, Rick washing your hair for you and washing your body too.

You both stepped out of the shower, brushing your teeth before you got dressed.

He slipped under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you as he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

You knew this moment wasn’t going to last forever but for now you’d pretend it was.

Leaning up, you pressed a kiss to Rick’s lips before sinking back down into his arms.

****

@catt-leya

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I hope everyone enjoyed lol!

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request: Hi I have another ask for Joel x reader ! if it’s not to much, kinda got inspired by the song ‘Nothing you can take from me’ - Rachel Zegler -The Hunger Games: The Ballad of the song birds & snakes. Reader being the singer of Jackson trying to bring comfort and a bigger sense of normalcy to the town. Joel sees reader performance and just thinks they’re the damnedest sweetest thing that he’s gotta have ;) Please make my visions come true HDJA ty in advance also soz for the double request <3 word count: 1,2k warnings: cursing!

it’s the third night this week you’ve been handed a mic and was told to “sing somethin’ pretty, sweetheart,” and tonight, you don’t mind it one bit. the bar’s got that soft golden glow around it—the kind that comes after a couple hard days working patrol, long sleeves rolled up, and good drinks already halfway downed before you’ve even picked your song. people here know you, know your voice, and most of the time, it’s just background noise.

but tonight you feel something new in the air. the little thrill when someone glances up from their glass. the warmth that rolls through your chest when a few heads sway, soft and slow, like they can’t help it.

and then—you see him.

he’s leaning against the wall near the bar, boots planted, arms crossed, like he’s still deciding whether or not this was a mistake. worn jeans, a flannel shirt, and pretty, solid, quiet eyes that linger too long but don’t look away when you meet them. he’s older. not in a bad way. just—a couple.. no, a lot years older than you, but that only makes you more attracted.

you don’t recognize him, which means he’s not a regular. and there aren’t many of those left.

you finish your song, and noticed that he’s still watching you. you pass off the mic, thank the bartender, and head toward the counter, a little grin already tugging at your mouth before your shoes even hit the floor. you slide up next to him like you do every night. your elbow brushes his, and he doesn’t pull away.

“haven’t seen you around here before,” you say, reaching for the glass the bartender’s already poured for you. “jackson’s not that big, y’know.”

he huffs something close to a laugh, and it’s so sexy. “guess that’s true.” he looks at you, direct now. “tommy finally wore me down.”

you raise your eyebrows, take a sip.“you’re tommy’s brother?”

he nods. “joel.”

“huh.” you lean your back against the bar, facing him now. “figured you’d be taller.”

he chuckles, this time for real, and it sounds like gravel and something rougher underneath. “you always this mouthy with strangers?”

“only the ones who stare at me for a full song and don’t clap.”

he looks down, like he’s been caught, and lifts one shoulder in a half-apology. “didn’t mean nothin’ by it. you were…real good.”

you tilt your head at him, grin a little. “that sounded like it hurt to say.”

“nah.” he shrugs. “just not used to talkin’ to people who aren’t tommy or my dog or my er—daughter ellie.”

you decide not to question the daughter part and tap your glass against his, a quiet little toast. “well...here’s to expanding your circle.”

he clinks it without hesitation, eyes not leaving yours.

for a while, it’s just back and forth questions. he asks how long you’ve been singing here, you tell him since the walls went up. he asks what kind of songs you like best, you say the sad ones, because it brings out a persons true emotion. just getting to know each other.

“you don’t talk much,” you say after a beat. “but somehow you say the right things.”

“didn’t realize there was a test.”

“you passin’ or failin’?”

“jury’s still out.” you grin into your glass.

the night stretches. neither of you leave the bar, even though the room gets quieter and the last few bartenders are wiping down tables. your legs were pressed to his now, knees brushing every time you shift. it’s so comfortable and electric. you don’t want the night to end, and you can tell he doesn’t either.

so when you stand, a little slow, finishing the last sip of your drink, you glance at him from under your lashes. “you walkin’ me home, joel?”

he sets his glass down, stands too. “was hopin’ you’d ask.”

the night’s crisp when you step out, the wind brushing your skin in cool little kisses. your shoulders touch as you walk. his hand hovers near yours but never quite closes the gap. you make it to your door too fast.

you turn toward him, lean against the frame. he’s standing close now, hands in his jacket pockets, eyes steady on yours. quiet, always. like he’s thinking a dozen things and only says the ones that matter.

“i liked talkin’ to you,” you say. soft. real.

“me too.”

you smile. can’t help it. “are you really gonna make me ask for it?”

he blinks, then takes a small step forward. he lifts one hand, brushes a knuckle along your cheek, gently like you might get startled. his eyes flick from your lips back to your eyes, looking at you like you're the sweetest thing this earth has ever been graced with. “can i kiss you?”

you breathe out, already leaning in. “if you don’t, i’m gonna have to sing about it tomorrow.”

he chuckles against your mouth, and then he’s kissing you, it's warm and sweet, the kind that makes you forget there’s a world outside this porch.

you don’t say anything when you pull away; you just smile, open the door, and let him follow you in.

“bad girls get punished”

synopsis: you tried to escape the camp, but joel decided that you needed a punishment, a very explicit lesson. word count: 2,3k warnings: +18 minors dni, mean!joel, dubcon, smut (explicit), joel slaps reader, violence, blood, forceful!joel, reader doesn't listen and it makes joel mad, detailed violent clicker scene, sex on the ground, joel continues to call reader 'mine.' please let me know if i have missed anything!

you hear a bone snap before you see anything. a sick, wet crunch from somewhere deep in the trees like someone twisted a chicken wing the wrong way, meat tearing off the bone. you freeze halfway through your step, boot caught in a knot of roots, your breath catching behind your teeth.

joel’s hand is already clamped tight over your mouth before you can scream. he shoves you down into the dirt, pinning your back with his forearm, hard enough to make your lungs stutter. “don’t make a fuckin’ sound,” he hisses low into your ear, voice like sandpaper, eyes fixed ahead. you nod or atleast try to. his fingers are calloused, digging into your cheek like he could silence your heartbeat too if he wanted.

through the gaps in the bushes, you see her. she’s young, maybe your age. younger, even. someone who thought she could sneak out, just like you did. she was barefoot, bleeding, limping—looks like she tried to run. the clicker moves slower than you thought they would. deliberate and grossly confident, its fungus-masked face jerks toward the sound of her sobbing, its legs twitching, head cocked.

you should look away. but you couldn’t because joel won’t let you. his other hand moves from your ribs to your jaw and grips it tight. keeping your face turned and your eyes on the scene unraveling just beyond the trees. 

“watch,” he says, just above a growl. “you wanna sneak outta camp? you wanna act grown?” you try to close your eyes. he presses harder, his fingers bruising. “no…keep ‘em open.”

you see the girl trip, blood gushing from her calf where something tore. you see her try to crawl. you see the clicker leap; it lands on her back, she’s screams outloud before it cuts out. her body jerks. she kicks once, then again, then nothing.

the clicker’s face buries into her neck, and the sound is worse than anything you’ve heard since the outbreak. it’s wet, sucking noises, like it’s chewing through a tendon, like it’s drinking her.

you feel your stomach heave, bile burning your throat. you cry out into joel’s palm, and he shushes you like he’s soothing you. “you need to see this,” he says, voice hoarse. “you need to fuckin’ learn.”

you’re shaking, not because of the cold or the horror only feet away. but because his breath is hot against your ear, and his body is pressed very tight against yours; which is making your cunt is wet. you’re disgusted with yourself, but he feels it. his thigh is slotted between yours. his hips are pressing down just enough while your clit is pulsing against the denim of his jeans, cruel friction. he doesn’t pull away or shift position.

you try to twist out from under him. trying to scream, or beg, or run. but his hand stays clamped around your mouth, and you go nowhere.

“she thought she knew better, too,” he murmurs, voice all gravel and guilt. “probably thought no one would notice if she slipped past the patrol.” the clicker’s still chewing. joel leans down closer, his nose brushing your temple. “they fuck ‘em, sometimes,” he whispers. “when there’s still enough brain left.”

you sob at that, your whole body trembling in his arms like a leaf underfoot. “you wanna see what that looks like? you wanna be next?” you shake your head violently, tears soaking into his palm.

he finally lets go of your mouth. his hand slides down to your throat, thumb resting over your pulse. “you scared?” he asks.

you nod making him hum low and satisfied. you hear the clicker lumbering off, dragging what’s left of her. you’re still under him, still trapped in the dirt, pants soaked through—cold, sweat, or arousal, you can’t tell anymore.

joel finally shifts his weight. his hand doesn’t move. “good,” he says. “then you’re finally fuckin’ listening?” you don’t answer. so he slaps you; a clean, backhand across your cheek that leaves your ears ringing and your teeth aching. not hard enough to knock you out—but hard enough to stun you. 

“answer me when i speak to you.” “yes” you choke out. your voice is cracked raw. “yes, joel.” 

he growls then grabs your chin and forces your eyes on his again. his pupils are blown wide. his brow is knitted with rage. lips curled, and his jaw clenched so tight you hear it pop.

“you wanna be safe?” he asks. you nod. he leans in, nose to nose now, the stench of sweat and old whiskey coming off his skin. “then you fuckin’ listen to me.”

his hand slides down. over your throat, down your chest, between your breasts. he doesn’t ask permission. you were so wet that he probably felt the heat before he touched you. his fingers glide over your belly, then down—pressing between your thighs.

he swear. “gotdamn.” your face burns with shame and need. he grips your hair and yanks your head back. “you get wet watchin’ that?” he hisses.

“no,” you whisper, but it’s a lie, and you both know it. he slaps you again. this time you moan. his mouth drops open just slightly, like he wasn’t expecting that.

his fingers slip under the waistband of your pants. your breath hitches. he finds your pussy wet and puffy. “this what you want?” he sneers. “you wanna see blood, girl? you wanna feel the difference between them and me?” you whimper. “answer.” 

“i want you,” you say, barely audible. his hand stills, then, not even a second passes before he rips your pants down in one sharp pull, cloth tearing and buttons snapping. your thighs squeezing together instinctively. “too late for modesty now,” he mutters, and forces them apart.

he doesn’t undress or ask, he just unbuckles his belt with one hand, the other still shoved between your legs, two fingers pumping into you now.

he kneels over you, thick cock already hard and angry, precum at the tip. it was large, veiny, and curved with an angry tip. bigger than anything you’ve had before. you try to speak, but all that comes out is a ragged moan.

he grabs your jaw again and turns your face to the side. pointing at the result of the clicker scene. “look over there,” he growls. “look at what they did.” you see the blood trail. a smear through the dirt. you start to cry again.

joel lines himself up, presses the head of his cock against your cunt and watches your expression twist. he doesn’t push in yet. just he holds it there. “you think this is cruelty?” he asks, tone gone strangely quiet. “you think i’m the monster?”

you don’t answer, forcing him to he slap your cunt. you jolt, crying out. it hurts, but it feels good. he pushes in, the stretch is delicious. but, your pussy wasn’t ready—your body wasn’t ready for that thick cock. you scream into your arm, biting down to muffle it.

he bottoms out anyway while your world goes white. joel leans down, lips at your ear again. “this,” he growls, “is what real protection looks like.”

he doesn't move for a second. just stays buried inside you, deep, like your cunt belongs to him now. his hand spreads wide across your belly, thumb brushing the curve where his cock is pushing you out from the inside. you wonder if he wants to feel how deep he is.

your legs twitch under him, trying to close, to pull away, but he pins them open with his knees. “no, no,” he murmurs, almost soft and sweet. “lesson ain’t done yet.”

he starts to move. pulling halfway out just to fuck back in deeper.

“feel that?” he says, breathless. “feel how deep?”  he’s all the way in, balls flush against your ass, cock splitting you open with every thrust. your slick is everywhere now—slick and dirt, mixing into something that shouldn't feel good but does. shame coils up your spine like smoke, like barbed wire.

he fucks you harder. you choke out a pleasure-filled sob. “hush now,” he grunts, teeth bared. “you wanna cry, you cry for her.” his hand moves back to your jaw, forcing your head to the side again. 

“you remember her face,” joel snarls. “you remember what happens when you think you can survive without me.” his cock slams into you as you gasp, tears leaking down your cheeks and into the dirt.

he doesn't stop. “they’ll take you like a piece of meat,” he growls, each word punctuated with a thrust. “they’ll rip you open and fuck the holes that ain’t even there yet.”

your pussy tightens at the thought. joel feels it, hears the slick slap of skin against skin grow louder. he laughs. low and mean. “you like that, baby?” he breathes. “dirty little thing, scared and wet.”

“you run off again, baby,” he says, soft like a promise, “and next time i let ‘em have you. i sit back and watch while they tear you up.” you whimper. “but not before i get mine first.”

you moan, choked and hoarse as his pace speeds up. the thrusts get faster, his balls slap against your ass, his cock driving so deep you can’t breathe.

your pussy makes that filthy sound now, every thrust louder than the last. he kisses your cheek and licks the tear off your face and growls, “that’s it…take it.”

his hand snakes under you, between your thighs again, finds your clit. you jolt like you’ve been electrocuted. “please—” you gasp as he rubs harder. two fingers circling, pressing, working your clit in tight circles while his cock fucks you raw. “please joel, let me cum.”

“you come on my cock, baby, right now.” he snarls. your body goes tight, clenching around him, your cunt squeezing like a vice.

joel groans and grabs your throat. you cum so hard your vision whites out. your hips jerk and your pussy pulses so hard around him it drags a filthy curse from his lips.

“so—fuckin’, you’re tight—” he slams in one last time, then holds. his cock twitches, and you feel his warmth. his cum spilling inside you; he was leaking out already as his hips rock slow, pushing it back in. “that’s it,” he breathes, panting. “mine now.”

he stays inside you, breathing hard, holding your neck. licking sweat off your skin; your whole body’s gone numb except for the ache between your legs and the thick stretch still buried in your pussy. joel finally pulls out and you feel your hole gape open, dripping cum.

he crouches next to you. grabs your chin again. turns your face to his. “you learn your lesson?” he asks, quiet but firm. you nod. he taps your face this time less harsh, more like a reminder. “say it.” 

“yes, joel,” you whisper. “i learned.” he grins. 

he stands, buckles his belt, eyes still on your used body. “good,” he says. “get up.” you try to move, but your legs won’t cooperate. he sighs and kneels, scoops you up like you weigh nothing. you cling to his chest. he walks past the blood trail and doesn’t even glance at it. “next time,” he says, voice low, lips against your hair, “you wander off again, the next lesson will be worse.” your cunt clenches.

he carries you like you're precious, even though you feel filthy. your pants torn halfway down your thighs, cunt leaking a mixture of his cum and your own shame onto his arm. he doesn’t flinch. his grip is so sure and possessive, one arm tucked under your knees, the other pressed firm against the sweat line of your back. your body curls into his chest without thinking. 

he doesn’t speak the whole walk back. you feel the pulse of him, steady and slow under his shirt, every step vibrating up your spine. your thighs stillache. your pussy’s still twitching, open, sensitive to the wind. every step jars you, jostles your used hole, and his cum dribbles out, warm down your ass, coating your thighs. you can feel the smear of it every time your legs shift in his arms.

and still—your body doesn’t want to leave him. that part’s worse than the rest. the part where your cunt is already sore and fucked full and yet you want more—more of him. the weight of him on top of you again, the sound of his belt hitting the dirt, the press of his hand on your throat when he growls mine through clenched teeth.

he doesn’t put you down when he reaches the edge of camp. he walks straight into his shack, boots heavy against the floorboards, one after the other, until the door creaks closed behind you. only then does he let you down. he places you on the clean mattress—draped in a wool blanket. it smells just like him. your thighs stick to the fabric when he lets go, and you wince when your pussy brushes against it.

you lie still, blinking up at the ceiling. joel stands at the foot of the bed, watching you with careful eyes. he shrugs off his jacket, then pulls his shirt over his head. you’ve never seen him bare like this before—not fully. you saw pieces of him in glimpses, in flashes between thrusts—his stomach flexing, his chest damp with sweat—but now there’s no distraction. just raw, lined muscle and thick, grizzled skin.

he leans on you and sinks onto his elbows some what like a plank. his nose brushes your cheek. his voice is soft now, terrifyingly tender. “you think i wanted to scare you?” you blink up at him. vision blurry.

he kisses your eyelid. “i wanted to teach you. i wanted you alive.” you breathe, chest heaving under him. “you’re mine now, kid.” you nod. he kisses you, not rough or harshly, and that’s the worst part because you kiss him back.

"well hello"

request: hiiii!! saw ur baker fic & loved it was wondering if you could write teacher!fem!reader? like she’s one of the teachers in Jackson and ofc ellie’s in her class and ellie LOVES HER talks about her nonstop and bothers joel. one day at pick up he finally sees her and he definitely understands what all the hype’s about now. It can lead to smut or not whatever you want I love ur writing <333 word count: 1,3k warnings: +18 minors dni, too lazy to write more but there's smut and language!

it’s just past three, and your classroom still smelled faintly of chalk dust and damp wood. ellie was long gone, already bolted with a bounce in her step and a grin that cracked sideways when you reminded her that her essay on pre-fall governance systems still needed citations. you really liked her. she was smart-mouthed, whip-quick, a little feral in that lovable way if there was one.

you were gathering up worksheets into one neat stack when there’s a knock—barely even that, more like a hesitant tap. you look up, and there he is.

joel miller.

you’ve heard of him in bits and pieces, mostly ellie’s flippant mentions. "my old man," she says, or "joel says if you give me homework on a friday he’ll riot." the usual teenager noise. but you’d pictured someone rough, maybe grizzled, but the real thing? no one warned you about those bedroom eyes.

he’s leaning halfway into your doorframe, one hand braced against it like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to come in. you couldn't help but take him in; worn flannel, heavy shoulders. his gaze cuts across the room until it lands on you, then lingers like he’s trying to figure out what to say.

“hey,” he says. voice like gravel, but still warm and apologetic. “uh..i’m here to pick up ellie.”

you blink, “oh, she left ten minutes ago. said she was heading home.”

joel blinks right back, slowly this time. you watch his mouth twitch, not quite a smile, more a grimace of regret. “of course she did.”

“she told me you’d come late,” you add, something about the way he stands there makes you want to offer him anything. a chair, coffee maybe.

he huffs out a breath, rubs a hand over the back of his neck, fingers catching in graying curls. “figures...guess she figured i’d just find my way here anyway.”

“and she was right,” you smile, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, tilting your head. “she’s clever like that.”

his eyes—brown, kind—settle on you again. longer this time. like maybe he’s taking his time to memorize you. your cardigan’s too big, sleeves pushed to your elbows and there’s a bit of pink and orange chalk on your fingers. he sees it all, catalogues it.

“you’re her teacher,” he says, not a question.

you nod, with a small smile. “mhm.. history.”

he nods too, but it’s faint, the air feels weirdly full all of a sudden. he shifts, and you catch the faint creak of leather from his belt. the man is solid. not just physically, though, lord, yeah, that too—but there’s something rooted in him.

“she talks about you,” he says, breaking the silence.“a lot.”

you swallow, “i hope it’s all good things.”

his mouth twitches again, and this time it’s definitely a smile, a crooked one but a smile nonetheless. “she says you’re smart. don’t take her shit. and that you swear sometimes when you’re grading papers.”

you laugh, nodding at the ellie's silliness. “that’s true.”

“she likes you.”

something about the way he says it makes your stomach do a little flip. the way his eyes don’t leave yours. how his voice drops on that last word—like he’s testing the water.

you could say something flirty here..something coy. but instead—

“do you want to get a drink sometime?” you blurt, then immediately feel heat crawl up your neck. “i mean, just, if you’re free..and want to.”

joel doesn’t blink, he just stares for a second at you; you could tell he was wondering if he heard you right.

“yes,” he says, so fast. “yes, i would love to.”

it was now saturday night at 7:00pm, and you were second-guessing all off it, thinking that you should've canceled.

you tell yourself it’s because of the cold—there’s a chill in the air but not threatening enough to cancel. it’s because you haven’t dated since coming to jackson.

but you show up to the bar anyway. it’s small, just off the main road. the smokey firewood smell clings to the ceiling beams, and old pre-fall songs hum low through restaurant speakers. joel was already there when you walked in, sitting at a corner table, hands curled around a glass of brown.

he stands when he sees you. such a gentleman.

“you came,” he says, and he looks so sincere about it your chest hurts.

“of course i did,” you say, sliding into the seat across from him.

he orders you a drink, and for the first few minutes it’s causal talk: ellie, school, the town, then it starts to slip into something else.

“you always this quiet?” you ask, teasing.

he raises a brow. “you always this bold?”

“bold? please...you should see me on parent-teacher night. i’m a badass.”

he chuckles and it’s soft and full of sweetness. it makes his whole face change. you sip your drink and watch the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles.

“what about you?” you ask. “always this broody?”

joel leans back, one arm slung over the back of the booth. “only when i’m tryin’ to impress someone.”

“you think it's working?”

his eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up.

“yeah,” he says. “think it is.”

later, when the drinks are gone and the once big fire is now burning low, he walks you home. the streets are too quiet while snow comes down in soft flakes. his hand brushes yours once. then again, finally on the third, you just take it.

your fingers tangle easily, like they’ve been doing it forever. at your door, there’s a pause. his breath plumes in the cold. his eyes search yours, asking without words.

you don’t make him ask.

“you want to come in?”

“yeah,” he says again, that same voice, full and sure. “i’d love to.”

the door closes behind him, and it’s like the air shifts with warmth.

neither of you says anything for a second. his eyes are still on you, dark and lustful. you can feel the beat of your heart, too loud in your chest. his fingers twitch like he wants to touch you, but he's too hesitant.

so you take his hand again, lead him inside, past the coat hooks, into the living room. you turn to face him, suddenly unsure. “joel, i—”

he cuts you off by kissing you deeply. you open your mouth under his, and the kiss deepens even more. one of his hands cradles your face, the other grips your waist. he pulls you in as you moan into his mouth.

he groans low. “fuck,” he mutters against your lips. “you feel good.”

you thread your hands into his salt and pepper hair, dragging his mouth back to yours. you break for some air and he chases your mouth, kisses down your jaw, and your throat. his beard scrapes against your skin, making you wetter than before.

“bedroom,” you say.

he lifts his head, eyes blown wide. “you sure?”

“yes,” you breathe. “joel, yes, please.”

you don’t remember the walk to the room. it’s a complete blur, hands under shirts, skin on skin, maybe a bit of grinding.

he undresses you slow, like he’s afraid to rush it. and when he’s finally bare before you—he’s so large, scarred, and beautiful—you pull him down onto the bed.

“look at me,” you say.

he does as he slides into you, slowly and unhurried, one hand pressed to your cheek. the rhythm starts off slow. his breath catching on every thrust as your nails claw at his back. he kisses you and talks you through it. over and over.

“been thinkin’ about you,” he says, voice ragged. “since the first moment..couldn’t stop.”

“me too,” you whisper. “joel—don’t stop..please don’t stop.”

he fucks you so well and lovingly. God, you can't remember the last time you felt so good. and when you both cum, shaking and holding on to each other. you think to yourself, maybe jackson was a good move.

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"late!" reupload from littlesoulshine

oh, you told him. just once. just one rule. don’t be late.

you weren’t asking much. he could fuck up a dish, forget the grocery list, make lily’s sandwich wrong—fine. but he is not allowed to be late. not for you. you told him in that sweet posionous voice of yours, over the sink while rinsing strawberries. "if you’re ever late for me, art, i’ll act like you don’t exist."

and today, he was late.

five minutes. maybe less. but five minutes past the time you told him to be home for lunch, five minutes of you sitting on the couch in silence, untouched wine glass in your hand, one stiletto crossed over the other while your pasta went cold. he walked in breathless, hair tousled, and tie askew.

“baby, i’m so—” you stood up without looking at him. you walked past like he was air. you didn’t slam the glass down. you didn’t yell. you just didn’t speak to him.

⋱

he followed you from room to room like a kicked dog. you folded laundry with perfect creases while he lingered by the door, hands in his pockets, waiting for you talk to his sad self. you adjusted the pillows on the couch he wasn’t allowed to sit on. you smiled at lily like your heart was full and art wasn’t dying two feet away.

he tried again. during dinner. “that’s a nice dress, my love” he murmured. like you might throw him a scrap of affection. you didn’t even blink.

⋱

he doesn’t make it to bedtime. you’re brushing your hair in the mirror when you hear him behind you—shuffling feet and shallow breath. you don’t look at him directly. your wrist flicks the brush through untamed strands, lazy and indifferent. your perfume clings to the air, soft and sharp at once.

and then—thump. he drops to his knees. “please, baby.”

his voice is low, cracked. you still don’t look. you glide your brush slower, watching yourself instead.

“baby, please. i’m—i fucked up. i know. i know i did.” his voice shakes. “ but i can't take this, i hate it. i hate when you won’t even look at me.”

your silence is the loudest thing in the room.

you hear him crawl. the shuffle of pj pants over hardwood. his hands touch the hem of your robe like it might burn him.

“please punish me, yell, hit me, use me. anything, i’ll take anything. just look at me.”

you pause, letting the brush hang mid-stroke. the corner of your mouth lifts. not quite a smile….more of an encouraging him to go on.

“i said i was sorry, princess” he breathes, forehead pressed to your thigh. “please. don’t shut me out. i’ll do anything. i’ll lick the floor clean if that’s what you want. just—don’t ignore me.”

you finally look down. slowly, your eyes meet his and he flinches, like it hurts. God, he’s beautiful when he begs.

“anything?” you say, voice like silk drawn tight.

he nods too fast. “yes. yes, anything.”

you drag your fingers through his hair, curling them in until you’ve got a grip. he whimpers. “strip.”

he obeys, very clumsy and frantic. shirt buttons pop open, and his pj pants drop quickly. his cock’s already hard, leaking at the tip, humiliated and desperate.

“on your back.” he scrambles. you press your heel to his chest, pinning him to the floor. he gasps as your robe slides open just enough to show your bare thigh. he stares like a starving man.

“my time isn’t free, art.” your voice drips disdain. “you want my attention?” he nods, choked. “earn it.”

you step onto him, one heel digging in, just above his heart. his hips twitch. he’s moaning like a bitch in heat. “start by apologizing with your mouth.” you lift your foot and turn away, robe swaying.

you don’t look back as you settle into the armchair. and behind you, you hear him crawl again. lips pressed to your ankles. kisses soft, reverent, and ashamed.

he’s not allowed inside you tonight. but you let him cry between your thighs, whispering "i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m yours," until he’s soaked in his own sweat, face shining with your slick, begging to be used. and tomorrow? you’ll decide if he gets to cum. maybe, but only if he’s not late again.

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