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The Farmhouse | Joel Miller x f!reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏғ ʀᴇᴀᴅ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5ᴋ

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"Kiss me." You asked, muted. “No.” He grunted. “I ain't your boyfriend.” He whispered coldly. The words stung in the air.

Joel might have been the most closed off person you have ever met. The only sound filling the room was Ellie's repetitive giggles as she read through her book.

The pages between one hand and a sandwich in the other. You had known Joel for a few days now, learning nothing about the man except he was from Texas. Except, there had to be something behind his stoic facade, I mean he had saved you after all.

The cordycept was hurtling behind you, darkness filled the library as feet slapped patterned tile. At the end was a light, a door held open by the brawn brunette male.

With little time to spare you'd passed him, the tall rectangular wooden door sealing shut behind you.

Panting short breaths out your lungs, you stepped down the grey stone steps towards a young teen, who you would soon learn was Ellie.

"Thank you! Oh my god! Thank you!" You turned to face the man, only now getting a good view of him.

The skin complimented the golden undertone of his flesh. Thick black and grey hair sprouted along his hairline.

A week or two later, all three of you rested for the night. You'd found a small abandoned gas station, gracing Ellie with a sleep on an old, leather couch.

You and Joel shared the abused brown linoleum, not much more than a foot between you. You rolled to your side, staring at the back of Joel's head as you debated your next move.

His wide shoulders were now in front of you. You couldn't stop yours fingers from slowly shaking over his skin, tentatively. "What are you doing?" His low voice, cutting through the air like a guillotine.

"C'mon, I've seen the way you look at me." You breathed, confidently.

"Don't be ridiculous." He spat back. Not moving away from you as you continued exploring him.

"What's stopping you. This could be our last night alive, and I haven't been fucked in so long."

Joel heaved a big sigh. You fingers continued to dance under his shirt.

Joel held his breath a moment longer silently begging you would stop before he'd give into his needs.

He needed to let off some steam, some pent up angst, he needed a release.

But alas, you didn't stop. The pads of your fingers grazed circles to his stomach slowly pressing down harder before going gentler again. Articulating your craving for him.

There was a soft layer of hair all over him and you felt the resistance as you moved your hand through it.

Feeling it thicken towards the centre of his abdomen and chest and then thin once you run it towards you again.

The next thing you know he's pulling you up onto his warm strong thighs, the denim scraping against your leggings.

His hands trapped you onto his legs leaving no room for you to move as he grinned upwards, his length hardening at the friction.

You felt your core moisten a cheeky smile grazing across your lips with pride as your hands went to his broad well built upper body.

One hand ran to your clit, rubbing the area as the wetness collected into the fabric, Joel could feel it seeping through.

He tugged at the waist of them, watching where your bodies met as you sat up on you knees letting him help you tear them off along with your panties.

He pulled you back on top of him, his knees widening to a v as he planted his feet firmly to the floor.

Knees bent to keep you in place, exactly where he wanted you. He continued pulverising into a rythm.

His lip caught between his teeth, the frown on his face deepening though you thought that wasn't possible.

You fingers moved to his jeans, fumbling on the belt as he nudged you off, undoing the leather band and buttons himself.

Then shuffling them down his thighs, so his cock could spring free.

One hand to the flesh of your ass the other to the base of his genitals, rubbing the sensitive skin of his tip between you lips, lubing it up.

He was slow, taking care as you felt your body build with excitement, craving to finally have him fill you up inside just as you'd anticipated.

The thought of how well endowed he was had crossed your mind more than once. At least you finally had your answer, and you were not disheartened.

He run up your slick one last time before finally pushing into the wet opening.

He felt your pussy crowning around the tip of his dick.

His jaw swung open and in that moment you knew this must of felt as good as it did for you as it did him.

He pulled his hips back, his tip almost slipping out before he moved back up replacing it to where it once was. His thumb rubbed at your cliterous.

This man was skilful, your body squeezing him to fit him inside.

Eventually he slid all the way in, your body tense and gripping around him. Both his hands squeezed at your ass, massaging into the flesh as he began bouncing you on his dick.

"Kiss me." You asked, muted.

"No." He grunted. "I ain't your boyfriend." He whispered coldly. The words stung in the air.

I know your not my boyfriend

A moan run from your mouth.

"Shut up, don't want Ellie hearing."

Another gasp fell from you lips.

"What did I just fuckin' say?" He grumbled, stilling as you felt your pussy pulsing around his length. Your hips bucked trying to gain some friction but it was no use against his strength, stilling you.

He moved a burly hand to your face, his thumb and pointer, clamping into your flushed cheeks as his palm cupped your mouth.

You whimpered into his skin, your neck straightening as he carried on, brutally fucking up into you.

Your hands lay against his chest, holding your balance, though you weren't sure if you needed to.

You crossed your arms over the hem of your shirt lifting the fabric before Joel swiped them off, you losing your grip of the cotton.

"Stop tryin' take your clothes off." He whispered, sternly.

"Why not?"

"If we gotta run, you gonna be focused on that shirt tryna pull it back on." Joel uttered into the night.

"Fine." You grumbled. It wasn't how you'd imagined, but I guess beggars can't be choosers.

Soon his rythm became sloppy, his end nearing as well as yours.

His wet thrusts kneading into where you needed him most.

"You close?" You nodded frantically, squeezing his hand your breast as his joined in. After a few more pumps you were letting go, stilling as you felt your whole body freeze, clamping down on him as electric shocks ran through you.

He fucked you hard through your release, edging on his own. You were spent, your whole body softening as Joel used you to satisfy himself further.

Fingertips gripping harshly into your hips as he pulled them down onto him.

Heavy breaths leaving this lungs. His large hands seized you by your ribs and quickly pulled you off, throwing you in between his legs as he palmed himself into oblivion. His cum spurting up into fountains then falling down into the base of his pubes.

A gorgeous hot flush was over him. His greyed hair slightly damp and lost some of its volume. A sheen coated his forehead as he brought a hand up to it, combing slowly down his hairline before gripping the crown.

Regaining composure.

He gave himself a second to catch his breath before reaching for the bottom of the curtain, ripping of a piece of fabric and cleaning himself up before pulling his jeans back up and righting his clothes to how they were before.

He made no eye contact as he did this, then turning onto his side away from you just like he had been before.

You sat, shocked and hurt. You ached for the intimacy, praying he would drag you over to him and pull you into his clutches. He didn't.

"Sleep, long day tomorrow." He stated, before falling completely silent. You moved pulling your leggings back on and crawling over to where you originally set up camp. Closing your eyes and begging for sleep to swallow you.

You woke the next morning to Ellie nudging at your sleep. "Hey wake up! I'm really fucking hungry and were outta food."

You grumbled, sitting up from where you had lead on the carpet, rubbing a sore knot in your shoulder to ease the pain from sleeping on the floor. Joel and Ellie were all packed, bags on their backs and guns in hand.

—

"Hey, how's watch going?"

"Fine." He replied, avoiding your gaze. God this man was difficult. There was an awkward silence as you waited. "Couldn't sleep?" He asked.

"Nah, restless." You moped. "Has anything ever snuck up on you when you were sleeping then? You know, cos you always insist on keeping watch and stuff."

"No." The male began. "But you can never be too careful."

"Hmm, I'd say fuck it. Get your sleep. Can't be killing cordys, running on an hours nap."

"Yeah but you also needed me to save your ass back there. So I think I'll stick on the side of precaution."

"Touché." You nodded, wandering aimlessly around. "You know, there's a reason I couldn't sleep."

Joel didn't answer but turned to look at you, a bored look plastered across his face, one eyebrow slightly perked in interest. "I was wondering if you wanted another repeat of the other night, you seemed to enjoy yourself."

"So did I." You flirted, eyes gazing up at the man as you wondered towards his direction.

He looked you up and down before returning his gaze into the distance, gun still firmly held against his chest. He chewed his lip, seemingly at war with himself. An entire ethical debate going on behind those black coffee eyes.

You lifted your fingers to his jawline, caressing the scraggly coarse hair of his face, scratching lightly at the skin underneath. You run it down to the exposed part of his chest, just between the collarbones before undoing a button, teasing further.

He swiped your hand off harshly slapping it away. Joel swivelled his gun down beside him.

"You want me to fuck you again?" He gritted through his teeth, half a question, half an answer.

"Mmhm." You nodded, cheekily.

"Right here?" He scowled, signally to where you were stood. The look of his face was disrespectful.

"Yep." Joel shook his head, sighing before looking around, pulling his gun off and putting it to the floor.

"Leggings down, now." He ordered. A smile crawled onto your lips, moving your fingers to the waistband of your pants, pulling them down innocently as you waited for his next order.

"Gotta be quick."

He said nothing as he pushed at you waist, edging you to turn around. He pushed you further, causing you to stumble forward til you reached the trunk of the old abandoned car.

You leant forward, arms bent up to rest your head on instead of the cold rusty metal of the car. Joel placed two hands to your ass cheeks, spreading your legs apart as he dived between them.

He spat into his hand cupping you sex and rubbing quickly, preparing you for him. He stood up, one hand flat to your lower back as he levelled himself to your hole.

"Do you want this cock?" He whispered, darkly.

"Yes, Joel. Please fuck me." You whimpered, bucking your hips back into him, but he held you in place with a deathly grip.

"Fucking Slut, you gotta be real quiet for me though." You hummed as he pressed in, forcing himself between your folds.

You cried out quickly, biting your lip to stifle the sound.

He fucked into you with violent force, your hips bones pressing into the vehicle. You felt his soft huffs behind you, the brunt force making the car rattle.

He carried on a moment longer before pushing up the back of you jacket to lay a kiss to your tailbone. "Too loud." He pulled you off, arms crossing underneath your own and lifting you a metre to the side like a toddler.

He kept one arm there, the muscle holding you up as he inserting himself again. He fucked into you harshly, the only sounds were his wet thrusts slapping into you.

You wined, rewarding you with a firm grasp of his hand against the sides of your throat. His breath heaved in the delicate eardrum of your ears. You gasped for air, you knees buckling as you came to your finish.

Shaking around him. He felt you go floppy, moving his hand down and watching you fall onto the leaves below. He moved behind you, angling your hips up so you were now on your hand and knees.

He braced your hips as he connected with you again, brutal thrusts into you from behind til you could tell he was close. Within an instant you felt him pull out, hot wet spurts on your ass as he came.

He admired the view, swiping off his ejaculate with his hand and handing it to you. You watched him innocently. He moved his fingers to your mouth and you sucked off the juice that was there. You pulled off and he twisted his hand, motioning you to clean it off. You waited patiently as he checked to see if there was anymore, finding some leaking between his thumb and pointer.

You swiped it off, the feeling sticky and salty on your tongue, swallowing all the residue down. He pulled his jeans back up, doing up his belt before fetching his gun he'd left on the floor. You followed pulling up your leggings.

"Go sleep." He ordered.

"You know I could keep watch for a while."

"No. Go to sleep, I'm not gonna ask again."

You wondered back, slumping to the floor and curling up under the blanket. You slept well after that.

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"Are you ever gonna look at me again?" You scoffed, half joking, half annoyed. He didn't reply. "Hey, what's your fucking problem?"

"I'm just tryna get me and Ellie to Wyoming, I don't know what your so goddam pressed about."

"We had sex okay, it happened. You don't have to keep in a 10 mile radius from me."

"You asked me to fuck you and I did. Stop acting like it's anythin' more than that."

"Seriously, Joel I'm a fucking person! Or has it not occurred to you that I have feelings?"

"Not my problem."

"God Joel, your such a cunt."

He huffed.

"You were just somethin' to put my dick in. Nothing more than that." He cursed out, cruely.

Goddamit Joel, that was harsh. Where the hell did that come from?

He thought to himself.

You eyebrows raised, hurt but not surprised. Joel was cruel, Joel was cold. Your eyes then shut, a bigger smile crossing your lips as you stormed into another room, tossing down your jacket and curling up. Allowing the tears to roll down soothing yourself with them.

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Ellie woke to the sun, shining through the newspaper clad windows, as she rose from her bed for the night. She went to wake up Joel who was already sat up, sorting through his things.

"Good morning!" She said cheerily, scanning the room quickly before asking. "Where's she gone?" Joel signalled his head to one side as Ellie wondered round and knocked on the door.

"Hey, you up yet?" There was no reply as she entered finding a bare room. She traipsed out poking her head into the other before returning to Joel. "Which one she in?"

"Next door."

"By next door do you mean in another motel, cos she sure as hell ain't there."

"What?" He growled, jumping from where he was sat and storming into the other room before booting into the next and the next. Your name rang through the halls, echoing across the bare property.

Joel ran, poking his head out to the distance. Then running to the opposite side, seeing your grey clad frame, wondering off. "Wait there!" You turned noticing the man before you began running, bolting across the field to the safety of the trees.

"God I'm too old for this." He huffed, catching his breath. You stopped running once he caught up, no reason to keep up the chase whilst he'd definitely gain on you and practically tackle you to the floor if it was what it takes.

"Fuck off Joel!" You spat, avoiding eye contact as you kept your head firmly ahead, not too certain where you were really going.

"No, about what I said."

"Oh you mean the part where you told me I wasn't even a person to you? Just a hole to put your dick in." If I remember correctly. In fact you did remember clearly, very clearly, too clearly.

"I mean" "I mean, I didn't mean it." "I didn't know what to say to you." "Fuck I'm no good at this."

"No your really not." You grumbled continuing to walk on.

"I'm tryna tell you I'm sorry."

"Oh, it was nothing. We're even, See ya!" You mocked.

"Please stay, if not just for me, for Ellie. Your the only one that gets through to her." "She loves you."

"She does not love me."

"She does, I'm old. I know that stuff when I see it. She always wakes you up first, she never picks arguments and she never walks on without you. She trusts you. "You know she'll never believe it wasn't her fault you left."

Fuck how could you do that to her, everyone she's ever loved has left her one way or another. She at least deserves a goodbye. And here wasn't the time.

"Please, don't fuckin' leave," His gruff voice broke.

"Okay, one more night." You started. "So I can say goodbye."

"Hey where the fuck were you running?" Ellie called, jointing you were you were in the clearing.

"Just tryna get a head start, your still pretty hungry aren't you?" You teased.

"Oh man, I could eat a whole horse." She laughed. You joined in letting her catch up to you as all three of you went off into the woods. The plan was to head west, go round the next town over and carry on til you found somewhere to sleep for the night.

You walked for what felt like days, taking frequents rests to put up your feet before you kept going. You were almost through the last step of your journey for the day. You'd hiked round the small town of Arlington, coming up to a country house just a couple miles out the city. The place you were coming up to was perfect, a large white farmhouse, black windows and a porch. Now you think about it it kinda reminded you of bill and franks although more secluded. The tall grass was wetter here than it was back in Boston, slightly muddying and green and almost reached you knees as you wading through, watching dusk fall over the hills.

"Woah! This is perfect!" Ellie beamed, a wide grin ear to ear in excitement. Moss had grown up the walls almost completely covering the once lavish family abode.

As you got close enough to make out the colour of the window frames, a dark brown beige, you felt a burning feeling flush over your thigh. You all ducked, hands shielding your body and chest loosly as you looked around.

At first you felt as although you had wet yourself. God this was embarrassing, until a loud echo followed. Finally registering in your brain. Your legs buckled under your weight, falling into the long grass.

You looked down to your leg, almost as if it were in slow motion. You saw your leggings dampen and a small amount of skin shown through the rip of the fabric. And it was red. So red. A gushing pool coating you as you heard more shots go off.

"Stay down!" Joel yelled, the deep gargle emitting from his chest in desperation. Almost on cue, agonising whimpers leaving your mouth as you held you hands to it.

Need to put pressure on it.

Was the only thought running through your rampant psyche. Ellie had crawled off in front, perching behind a shrub as Joel pulled out his gun, lying on his front as he angled it up to the house, towards the fence he saw the shots come over. "Fuck!" You cried out, attempting to crawl.

Joel bounded over to you, one arm under you knees and the other under your arms as he pulled you into him with haste. "Hold on tight." He demanded, leaving no room for debate.

"Joel get behind that car, you can get a better shot."

"No, I gotta to get you somewhere safe first." He snarled, as he ran as fast as he could, you hands gripping tighter to him as you bounced in his arms. He darted to the short stone wall leaped over it and dropping you to the floor behind, catching his breath and he got his largest gun into a better hold. "Don't fucking move." There was a small softness around his stern words. Those earnest iris' bleeding into your own.

You lay your head back against the bricks. Panting as you held on tightly to your leg.

Goddam this fucking hurts

There was shot after shot, echoing across the fields and into the distance.

"C'mon, let's get you inside." He picked you up again, pacing quickly towards the house. He must've took care of the shooter. Ellie ran ahead. Joel kicked down the back door heaving you inside and bringing you to the nearest seat.

You flopped down, one hand tightly griping into your hair. Joel found a cloth and placed it harshly onto the wound, your own arms folding up as you seethed in pain, muscles tensing and contracting.

He lifted the fabric, inspecting the would quickly before covering it again. He was knelt to your side both hands down as he held them straight in place.

"Ellie, you find anything?" He called. You felt dizzy and sick, agony washing over you again and again, each wave stronger than the last. Tears were welling in Joel's eyes unable to hold them back his shell shocked look terrifying you even more.

You couldn't make out her response. You turned your head to the side, a heave of vomit coming out as Joel held you there with his shoulder. You were too weak to do it yourself. "Ok, keep looking!" You felt the dizzying again.

Please don't throw up again.

Joel watched your eyes lull back and go floppy, he tapped on your face trying to bring you back.

"Hey, hey." He said, following with your name. "C'mon, stay awake for me." He moved, opting to lift your injured leg into the air, hoping to help some of the blood flow.

Ellie handed something reluctantly to Joel, he looked down at it briefly, chewing on his jaw before getting to work Joel ripped the fabric of your leggings with one harsh rip, the one leg of the fabric now it two for ease of access.

You eyes woke again.

What was going on?

Where the hell where you?

The whole place was rotten and mouldy, broken concrete everywhere. The wallpaper had been ripped at as if some had tried to scale it.

He threaded the needle, you saw white as he began. Curling the needle through your flesh. You screamed begging him to stop, crying in pain.

You fell out of consciousness, giving Joel a few seconds to carry on before you woke again, screaming the strength for him to stop. Blood had coated his whole hands, dripping onto the carpet.

"I know, I know, I know it hurts." He gritted, eyes fixed on your mutilated form. Soon he finished up, pulling the thread tight as it weaved through you flesh.

He pulled the needle off .

"It's over now." Joel sighed in relief, grateful he managed to finish it off. You head lulled back, hitting the sofa arm as a bittersweet bliss engulfed you for a short while, the excruciating pain of being sewn up finally completed.

You stayed conscious for a few minutes longer, moans and groans through you til you found some solace in sleep. "Hey soldier." He said, your eyes fluttering before looking over to him. You looked down to see a thick heavy cloth strap tightly around your wound. "Did your nap help?"

"A little, still fucking hurts like a bitch though." you croaked.

"Well, there's a decent looking bed upstairs, do wanna sleep up there?" You nodded, letting the man pick you up how he did earlier and slowly take you up the stairs. You dug your nails into his shoulders as your leg grazed him, pain sizzling through your nerves. A soft whimper fell into the air.

"Where's Ellie?"

"She's sleeping, theres a little kids room. Countless comic books she's rummaging through." The floorboards creaked as you reached the top floor, Joel carrying through the door way with care.

He gently placed you down, shaking off a dusty quilt before slowly draping it over you. He disappeared.

"Here." He said handing you an open can of spaghetti hoops. Your stomach growled at the view.

"Thanks."

You gobbled it quickly, the Texan moving to the space next to you to sit down. He pulled you carefully to lie on his chest. You were far too tired to put up a fight. Plus he was much comfier than the flat lumpy pillows. "We need to find more food."

"Your injured, need to rest."

"No, we need to find food." You said firmly.

"I'll take care of that."

"What by yourself?" You mocked, rudely. He didn't laugh. "Joel I'm still leaving, once my leg is good and I got some food, we're going our separate ways."

"Downstairs got a fireplace," He began, hesitantly. "Probably some good soil out back and it's not far from the city to find supplies." He muttered, shyly. "Plus I think I could fix the stove, maybe."

"Joel it's not gonna work. I'm-."

"Wait," You shook your head, having none of it. "Fuck, woman." He groaned. His hands had grabbed your face, pining it to the headboard in a rigid grip.

"Joel-"

"I-I need, you." He spilled, the words leaving his mouth like a broken dam.

He gravitated in.

Desperation overcoming him as he pressed his small plump lips to your dry ones, moistening them softly with his own. The grimace on his face was too intense to miss.

His dark eyes begging, pleading with you. This was killing him truly, get himself open to show you his insides.

But there was something there you hadn't seen on him before, a softness.

His rigidness blunted at the corners. "Okay? I fucking need you, I've almost lost you before, I'm not risking it again."

"What?"

He played with your lips, grazing them carefully so they only just touched as he spoke against you still.

"Don't you dare fucking leave me in this world alone." Both of your eyes were sealed shut. conveying so much love and passion as his hands held you in place.

He broke off, looking you fervently in the eyes as you looked back into chocolate ones, seeing so much vulnerability and tenderness. "Don't you dare."

He searched your face, his brows tightly embroidered together and little downwards frown on his lips.

"Okay, okay I won-"

He slowly went down you neck, kissing the skin softly. He lay small warm kisses to the collum of your neck. Something has possessed this man.

"God I need you so bad right now." He grumbled in a mild undertone.

"Do it then." He shook his head firmly, objecting.

"No, your leg."

"Don't worry, plus it might help with the pain." Joel pondered, his brown eyes wandering off into the distance.

"I have an idea." He crawled down the bed, gently tearing your other legging up you thigh, laying soft kisses as he did so. Soon he reached the top leaving you in just your underwear and you pr t shirt on top.

He slowly moved you good leg up, bending it at the knee as he pressed on the exposed part of your thigh, easing his access.

He lay a kiss too your wetness, your heart pounding in your ears. Joel started helping you take your shirt off.

"What happened to always being prepared?" You quizzed.

"It's safe here. Plus I can't resist."

"What if someone gets in."

"They won't." He growled. He laid back down, gentle kisses.

You inhaled sharply through your teeth. Jaw clenching since you'd tensed your limb trying to chase the high. "Try stay still, gorgeous." He said, his eyelashes fluttering down so he didn't see your response.

The word fell from his mouth like it was the easiest thing it the world. Like he called you that all the time, like it was made for you.

You heart fluttered, your hand moving to his hair to comb through it, gently scratching at his scalp to encourage him on. Shorts pants left your lips, your release nearby.

Your couldn't control your pelvis tilting at the motion your hole clenching, begging for something to fill it. As if on cue, Joel's thick finger poked at where you wanted him.

The action earning him your body's praise.

"J-Joel." You moaned, he softly hushed you, affectionately.

Your eyes squeezing shut as you came.

"Joel, that was the best." He pulled off his shirt and jeans, climbing in beside you before tucking you both into the blanket as you cosied tightly into him.

His hand pushing all your hair of your shoulder so he could grip your face.

He pulled you tightly into his chest, one hand gripping your neck with so much force you thought it would fracture.

"Good, get some sleep. You need your strength back." He kissed your forehead, the warmth flushing across your face.

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astrid-sorensen · 10 months

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Like it was | Joel Miller x f!reader - Part I

A/N: Hi! I wrote this like a million years ago and it was just sitting in my drafts so I thought I might aswell post it. Please please please give me ideas for an ending as I have most of the story done but just not the ending! Next parts up in a day or two <33

Warnings: Mentions of sex, grief, death, pretty angsty

Word count: 2,527

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Life in Jackson isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, when a familiar face joins the community will it stir up the life you’ve built for yourself?

Austin, Texas - March 2003

In Austin everything was perfect. Down to every miniscule detail. Large brazen hands hooked round your abdomen, the familiar woody cinnamon scent of your boyfriend encompassing your nostrils as he cosied into your neck. His dark brown locks brushing against the flesh of your skin.

You softened into him letting him cradle around you in the loving afternoon sun. A soft, content moan filled your throat earning you a sweet kiss to the column of your neck, begging you for attention. "Hey baby." You chimed, continuing to stir the pasta you had made, adding in the crisp, diced red onions.

"Mmmsmells delicious darlin'." He grumbled into you. His tanned fingers clutched tighter, the athletic build of his form pressing into your back, making the kitchen feel hotter and steamier than it already was.

"You better be hungry." You teased, adding dried oregano. Not paying too much attention as he swayed you both, light pecks peppering over you.

"Oh trust me, I am. Been thinking about you all day, almost got cheated 2k for some maintenance work cos of it." A warm chuckled erupted from your lips as he smiled against you. The sound making Joel believe he had fallen in love all over again.

"And what were you daydreaming about that almost made you broke then?" You flirted, shuffling out of his grasp to pull out the dinner plates from the cupboard next to the stove.

"Mm, just my beautiful girlfriend." A blush filled you cheeks as he moved to rest against the sink, muscly forearms crossing across the plane of his broad chest. His t shirt tightening at the stretch. "And her fucking sexy ass."

He then landed a firm strike to your behind, the force causing your hips to jolt forward and almost slam into the counter. You swung a hand to his arm, the male swerving it with ease as you scolded him.

"Stop! Sarah will be back soon!" His smile didn't falter as he chewed his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Don't act like we can't have a quick one now, here." He teased, his arms curling across your lower back as you faced him, your smaller hands placed to his sternum. His cheeky smile, enamoured you, a sensual bubble consuming you whole.

"What? Fucking me against the counter?" You joked, laughing at his straightforwardness.

"I was thinking more bent over the kitchen sink, giving Mr Adler a wave." He chuckled, you threw your head back in a cackle. An embarrassed smile washing over you as you were interrupted by the front door opening.

"Hey! I'm home!" The young girl called through the house, backpack slumped to the floor as she kicked the door shut behind her, joining you in the kitchen. Joel's hands didn't move as you put some space between you.

"Perfect timing, dinners just ready." You said happily as you began spooning it out onto each plate.

"Hey baby, how was school?" The brunette man asked, taking two full plates and bringing them over to the table.

"Same old, what were you guys talking about?" You shot Joel an innocent look as your eyes met for a brief second. He continued, placing the fresh food to the table with a smile.

"Oh nothing."

Jackson, Wyoming - February 2024

You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw him. It felt as though your retinas and your brain had teamed up to play a trick on you.

"Joel! Is that really you?" You asked walking over.

"And Sarah? Where is she?" You beamed excitedly. Joel went into himself. "Did she not come to Jackson with you?" You asked slightly more concerned.

"No she didn't, she didn't make it." The expression on his face said it all. Your hands rise to your face, covering your mouth that was agape. In that moment you lost faith in humanity, Joel the most caring and doting father in the whole world, had lost the only thing he was sacrifice himself for over and over. God the world was merciless.

"Oh Joel," tears bubbled in the depths of your irises. "I can't tell you how sorry I am." He nodded avoiding gaze. You waited patiently to see if he wanted to go on, he didn't. "You must be hungry."

You could see the pain in his eyes, he was not the same man you fell in love with. There was something dark, lost, frozen. The remaining carcass of once a carefree happy man. You closed the gap between you. Raising your arms over his shoulders to pull him in your clutches, much like you would do all those years ago.

Although he didn't snake his hands round your waist like he used to, peppering kisses to your cheek as he chuckled and swung you both side to side. He smelt nothing like he did from your memory. His gentle musk, warm and woody now replaced with the faint hint of dried blood and metal.

You lead him to the dining hall with a few others but only you, Joel and the girl sat down.

"It's been a little while, hasn't it." You smiled tentatively, hoping your tone could ease his suffering even just a little. The light sound of your voice was contrast against the gravely utterance of his own.

"They told me you were dead."

"Huh?"

"The QZ's. Went to every one in the south, Tucson said you'd been there, caught the infection and thrown in the pits." He shot, staring at his plate. A dirty, blackened hand gripping to his fork, you wondered if would break beneath his hold.

"You went looking for me?"

"For years." You face wilted with grief, all those years he'd risked his life trying to find you. It hung in the air and over your head. "Tommys out here too."

"Tommy?" You asked lost.

"My brother."

"Ohh yeah I think I remember. Is he here? In the community?"

"Yeah, by the looks of it, had been for quite a while. His wife's on the committee."

"Who's his wife?" You asked.

"Um Maria, I think maybe."

"Oh really? That Tommy? I fed the horses with him a few times I can't believe I never noticed." The male didn’t respond. “I feel like such an idiot now."

"It's alrigh' I know he probably doesn't talk about me much anyway." He grumbled.

"No he does, he just never mentioned your name." You smiled. A glimmer shone through his chocolate orbs. "Hows the food?"

"Amazing, I haven't had something hot in weeks."

"Well, help yourself, there's enough to go around." You chuckled. "I gotta head back to the greenhouse, Jane wants me to help with dinner. Toby should be over soon to show you where you'll be staying, I hope it suffices."

"Anywhere there ain't raiders or cordycepts is good for me."

"Well it's a start." You joked, lightening the mood. "Hey, I'll see you later." You graced him with your smile, one he thought he would never see again and got up from your seat, going off into a room towards the back.

—

The memories haunted him. Where you lived in his memories, so did Sarah. Marbles of green, gold and white, swirling the vignette of his souvenirs. Blissful glimpses of a utopia, his utopia. But you were still here, still on this earth. Joel felt the small hope that something of what he had once lost within him, something small but significant might return one day. Just not yet.

Joel lay in the sheets, fresh and clean, almost as if they'd never been used. He'd never felt luxury like this, at least not recalled it. His body tense, the final stretch of his journey over. Completed. He thought all his worries would alleviate here, but he was spitefully wrong, the feeling left a sour after taste on his tongue.

His thoughts beckoned you back, your features lighting a lust in him and he felt the tip of his penis twitch against the fabric of his newly acquired sweatpants. You still looked as beautiful as the night he fell in love with you, your warm round eyes watching him in admiration, a sweet coy smile dancing on the curve of your lips. His manhood hardened as he summoned your long gone intimate encounters.

Back in the the QZ, he did it as often as he could, bringing himself to a bittersweet climax always followed by heartbroken cries into his sheets. His body ached to go out there into the icy commune and find you, haul you over his shoulder and drag you back here, dropping you onto the mattress as he made up for lost time.

Surprisingly, time hadn't aged you as much as it did Joel. You hair was grown out and now natural, not the honey blonde of your past.

You were bare faced, although he imagined you would of been since the outbreak, only a few creases scattered around your eyes and by the corners of your mouth.

He wondered if it had been laugher that caused them to imprint themselves there, laughter you hadn't shared together in the comfort of his sheets. Much like the scores left in the centre of Joel's brown bone from his constant scowl.

The Brown eyed man palmed himself under the fabric, leaking into his hand as he moistened his length. Joel continued to binge on the echoes of your love.

He dreamed of his throbbing appendage, filling you to the hilt, gawping up at you as you rode his strong thighs. He'd pull down on your thighs, trapping you onto him as he glazed the inside of your cervical walls with his orgasm.

Your goddess moans filling his suburban Texan home. It brought him over the edge, his seed emptying in his boxers. After those tender and vulnerable moments, you'd fall into him, the layer of sticky sweat sealing you together as he pulled your hair out from where it was trapped between you.

He pull you in, staying there as he softened, needing to be as close to you as possible til finally slipping out. Passion and love falling over you like a bucket off ice. Breaths huffing back into rhythm.

You'd crawl into the crevice of his neck, exhaustion overcoming you both. "You did so good, sweetheart." He'd grumble, praising you.

You'd hum into his warmth softly, your laboured breaths slowing until you melted into unconsciousness, laced in the safety of Joel's arms.

Joel heard the wrap of someone's knuckles on the door, barely loud enough for him to hear if he wasn't still in fight or flight mode.

"Hey, just thought I'd see how your settling in?" She smiled, the corners of her mouth curled up with glee. "Bathroom all working?"

"Uh yes, thank you." Joel replied, blushing under her gaze, adjusting his weight from one side to the other. It's the first time he'd been alone with her, just the mere sight awakening something deep inside him.

Joel was still finding it tough to relax here, to fully let his guard down, but seeing that welcoming glint in your eyes put all his worries to rest, now he just needed his body to do the same.

"You look tense, dya want me to ask if someone could take a look at you?" You'd let the words come out but they didn't compute Joel, just a slurred jumble of sounds.

"You know, I think about before often." He confessed, a softness draping across his voice. The thought, comforting to his darkened mind.

"I do too." You smiled hopelessly. Joel deep eyes burnt into your own, his aura still enticing after all this time apart. His hair was different than before, his warm chocolate brown replaced with a charcoal and black, all the golden hue drained from his complexion.

I guess that's what grief does to you, you thought. The deep canyons of his skin were hollower than before, his creases now permanent. I wonder what he's been through these last 20 years.

"I miss touching you." The words fell from his lips like venom, sickly and wrong but you couldn't move your body to get away. They were drenched in a hopeless sorrow.

His calloused hand grazed your cheek, he lowered til his lips pressed to your own. His lips connected to yours, gracing upon the skin untouched by him in two decades.

It felt as though nothing had changed, They were soft and passionate, just how you remembered him, as though this was a kiss hello after picking you up from work.

Sat in his old truck, the Austin sun beaming down below. he stepped closer, the kiss deepening as an affect. But it stopped as quickly as it began. You broke away.

"Joel, stop." He studied you not moving his hand from the warmth of your cheek. Eyes wide as he did so. "I'm seeing someone." You finished delicately. Joel's heart sunk to his stomach.

"Your what?" The question bounced from the walls, his sudden stand off demeanour alarming you. "Who?" He asked astounded.

"His uh, his names Toby, he brought you here yesterday?" You quizzed, pondering if he recalled the encounter.

"Him?" He asked taken aback. His tone was insulting. "That redhead?" The Texans sparse brows were knitted, one deep frown crossing his lips.

His mind racing to pick up on every detail of the man that he originally thought irrelevant.

"Yes Joel." You shot back, chin raised. Arms crossing across your chest as if to show him he didn't intimidate you.

"Seriously?" He chest was puffed up, angry and upset. It reminded you of the small arguments you had back then, so serious at the time but now so trivial.

"Yeah, and?" You argued. Your expression now matching his.

Last time I checked you still loved me, thought the male. But he sucked in his words. He had no right to be angry.

"Nothing. Just a lot to get used to, being here." He started, sighing as he relaxed. He needed to accept things were different now. You weren't his, not anymore. "Sorry." Lips muttered, deflated.

"I get it. It's a lot different to out there isn't it?" The brunette didn't reply, he just stared off to an abandoned family photo hung wonky on the wall. "Come join us for dinner later, yeah?" You offered, tilting your head to the side to catch his attention. Joel replied softly, swallowing a lump in his throat.

"Okay."

You turned to leave, your hair spinning as you turned on your heel towards the front door, preparing yourself for the harsh snowy breeze.

He watched your form turn away from him. Imagining himself running up behind you and hosting you up, spinning you round in a twirl as you giggled, clutching onto him tightly to not be dropped.

But things were different now. You were there, alive and not just alive caged up in Joel psyche.

Joel felt selfish for wanting you all to himself, it made him sad to think someone else had you the same way as he once did. Curled up in another man's arms. As he cradled you into his chest, not Joel's.

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Haven | Francisco “Catfish” Morales x f!reader

Word Count - 1,201

Genre - Fluff, Thriller

Warnings - Break ins, weapons, injury, mention of smut, no use of y/n

MASTERLIST

"Hmmm, what's wrong cariño?" His low voice grumbled out, deep eyes opening. He could hear the terror in your voice.

"I heard something, I think someone's here."

You'd be staying in Frankies house for a few months now, still not establishing what was exactly between you two. Any time you'd spend out with him and the boys you'd always go back home to Frankies, it was like a second home by now.

Delicate snores reverberated across the skin of your neck, Frankies dark course facial hair brushed up against your flesh. His head tucked neatly into your neck from behind. His brazen arms were trapped you firmly against him, his form heavy, signally he was fast asleep.

You loved when he was like this, so soft and loving, it was beginning to become less rare. After a few mojitos with Santi, Benny and will you'd gone back to Fish's. Barely being able to get through the door before his toned arms had curled around you waist and up to the bedroom. The brunette was amazing in bed, that's for sure.

But his lovemaking was also like nothing else you've had before. Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. Sometimes sloppy, sometimes purposeful and accurate. But it was always doting, his feverish kisses and romance there from the very first time.

Now you lay in his sheets, your bare forms curled up together. You'd woken in the night, a deep feeling weighing in the bottom of your stomach.

Thump

Your heart jumped in your chest, eyes opening and fully awake. You felt your heart pulsating in your breast bone, painful pendulum crashing forward and back.

"Frankie! Frankie!" You whispered sitting up out of his grasp and shaking him firmly with the hand closest to you. His chocolate curls loose from the confines of his hat.

"Hmmm, what's wrong cariño?" His low voice grumbled out, deep eyes opening. He could hear the terror in your voice.

"I heard something, I think someone's here."

He cut your eye contact as he listened harder waiting for a noise. It was deathly silent, until another clunk was heard. Frankie shot up from the bed, ripping away the covers and shoving his arm underneath the bed to find his gun safe. He smashed in the code, finding the weapon and loading it before holding it down at his side. Your eyebrows sewed together as you watched him move over to your side, pulling on a pair of boxers.

Tears brimmed sorely at your corners, threatening to spill. His eyes were strong, adrenaline pumping through his arteries.

"Stay right fuckin' here." He said firmly in a low voice. Your pulled the sheets over your bare form, shielding you from the breeze that flowed through the winter air.

He bent down to kiss your forehead with a hand gently layed to your cheek. He stepped quietly out the door, closing it til it was almost completely shut but not letting the handle move to make any more noise. The whole house was silent til you heard another crash, then Frankie voice raised in anger.

"Motherfucker!" More crashes. "What the fuck you doin in my house!" You heard the stranger moan out, Frankie must've hit him.

There were more loud noises and you couldn't hear his voice anymore.

What was going on?

Is he hurt?

You couldn't sit still and longer and pulled on one of Frankies skirts, going to investigate. You tiptoed down the steps before nearly coming to the bottom and seeing Frankie straddling the man. Dressed all in black, a single knitted ski mask on the floor beside them.

The man beneath him was beaten badly, his right eye beginning to swell as the blood rushed to it. Frankies head turned 90 degrees when he saw you. You stood onlooking the scene, unable to see a weapon at hand other than Frankies. He must have it under control.

He face flushed with annoyance before he turned back to the intruder.

"Baby, pass me the phone."

111 what's your emergency?

Frankie ordered you upstairs, whilst officers came in escorting the intruder out, hands in cuffs. The mans heavy feet crunched along the floorboards, reaching his bedroom.

"What did he want?" You asked nervously, the breeze scanning over your bare legs.

"Why the fuck you come down here!" He shot back angrily. Anger burning through his widened veins.

“W-What?" You asked nervously.

“I told you to stay there!" He was exasperated and stressed. You only now noticing a small cut along his brow bone, it would stop bleeding soon.

“I thought something happened to you." You mumbled, hands twisting together in an awkward knot.

"It doesn't matter if somin happened to me, if I tell you to stay there, you stay there! Got it?” He seethed out into the air, locking up his weapon before turning to stand in front of you.

"I'm sorry, I was scared." Frankie sighed exasperated, he settled down into calmness.

"I shouldn't have shouted." You still stood there defeated and lost, looking for reconciliation. Frankie noticed straight away. He was good like that.

"C'mere." He said holding his muscles limbs out and you gratefully walked into them, squeezing his middle.

"Don't worry, nothings gonna happen to you baby." You breathed in his scent, your face crushed into his bare shoulder. "Or me." He added at the end. You exhaled out as you stood there in the middle of the room, swaying ever so slightly.

"Who was he?" You quizzed.

"Don't worry about him."

"Tell me, Frankie."

"He was some drug lords sicario, from a raid a few jobs back." You stared back, mouth falling open in shock. Reality of what the guy was after setting in.

You instantly nuzzled into the warmth of his neck, the sparse trimmed hairs of the thinned skin pinned against you. Your arms clutched around his neck, pulling him down into you. Tears dropping from your cheeks. His heavy hands grabbed your ass pulling you as close as possible as you cried into his skin.

"Shhhhh, It's alright." Frankie pulled at your thighs, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his tanned waist. He rocked you both side to side, his nose tickling at your ear. "I love you mi amor, don't be scared."

You treasured the second. The loving words spilling from his lips and into the brisk atmosphere. You lifted up your head, slightly looking down upon the male from where you had him in his clutches. Thick branches like a wild oak trapping you around him.

“You do?” You asked, watching as his large cocoa orbs fell to your lips. His dark lashes hitting against his cheeks. His sparkling pupils met yours again, a tiny smile blooming on his lips. He nods firmly.

“Love you too.” You offered, eyebrows raised with the confession.

He laughs softly, like a deep giggle and then folds in. His small pink lips pressing against yours with passion. You let him take the lead, which he always does, moulding your lips to match his before coming back for more. There softer than you first thought before you’d kissed him, a spiced caramel taste laced them.

His tongue swiped your lip, massaging the spot with his tongue, over and over.

Before too long he’d pulled back, pecking you a few times to soothe the chafe.

“Let’s get back into bed.”

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Desirous | Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: short and sweet 0.8k

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, cum play? Pregnancy

A/N: sorry this isn’t great, wrote it on a whim and couldn’t be fucked to fully proof read it so I thought I’d just post it anyway! Thank you for all my love on my last post, ideas for part 2s welcome!

MASTERLIST

For as long as you had known Joel, he would always say the same thing.

“I’m sorry darlin, I can’t.”

No matter how many times you’d plead and beg, it would always be the same stinging answer. No.

After a lovely evening spent with Joel, celebrating your one year anniversary of being together. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling as he dropped to your side, his thick white load dripping slowly down your back and onto the clean sheets.

You squashed your face into the pillow, the Texans thick huffs slowing as he regained his breath.

“Darlin, whats wrong?” His softness met the curve of your ear. “Hmmm?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You grumbled, lowly. Your stuffed nose making the words come out harsher than expected.

“Of course it matters baby, you’re crying.” He coos. “Was I too rough?”

“No that’s not it.” You answer speedily.

“What is it then?” Joel recollects the other times he’s seen your face like this after sex. It takes him a minutes but then it’s there.” Oh, Is it because I pulled out again?”

Bingo

You nod a handful of times, unable to make eye contact. “C’mere.”

He pulled you onto his lap, your back flush against his broad bare chest. His arms wrapped around your middle his chin tucking into your shoulder.

“M’sorry d’ya remember what we talked about? If I fill you with my sperm, you could get pregnant. It’s not safe for you.”

“I know, but- but it feels like you don’t want me.”

“Baby, if it were up to me I’d fuck this beautiful cunt with my cum all day long.” He said, one huge hand going down towards your pelvis and rubbing at the bone. “I promise baby, once it’s safer, I’ll fill you all you want.”

Two days later

“Joel don’t pull out please, please.” Your wonton pleas, echoing throughout the room. Your sweaty forms moulding against one another in the confines of his Jackson bedroom.

“Baby you know I can’t.” His voice is gruff, low. But there’s a desperation behind it.

“Please, stay in me please. Just this once. I need to feel you.” The words spill out your swollen lips, your legs wrapping around his back to pull him in closer. To show him just how bad you needed it. He didn’t say a word, and your words turned into tears. Hot wet droplets falling down the side of your cheeks and pooling in your ears from how you were lead down on the bed.

“Shhh baby don’t cry, don’t cry.” He coos, kissing at where the tears run.

“Joel, please, Joel.” Your hands wrap around his neck, curling through his wavy grey strands and tugging him close. A deep gravely sigh leaves the males chest.

“Okay darlin, just this once alright?”

A smile ripples across your complexion, teeth baring as you nod with glee.

“Okay baby, you ready for it? Ready to fuck all my cum into your needy little pussy? Want me to fuck it so deep for you?”

“Yes! Joel please! Fill me up so good.”

“Fuck arghh!”

With a loud groan, Joel slammed his hips to the hilt, your walls bruising around the depth he’d never reached before. His white hot spend was flooding into your fertile womb, his seed revenging through your tubes to find the egg.

He stilled as he came, before shallowing pumping in and out, making sure his semen was as deep as possible.

He did it for a few minutes before he began to soften, slipping out with ease as a white ocean pooled out of your abused hole and down your legs. Christ, you’ve never seen so much of it.

Joel smeared a thumb through the overstimulated folds, sliding the sticky white substance around as your knees shot together.

“Thank you Joel! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome baby, was it as good as you imagined?”

“Better! So much better!”

“I could feel your hot come filling me up, it felt so good!”

“For me too baby.”

After that, Joel was spellbound. It was slow at first, as few weeks after you first experimented with Joel filling you with his cum he wanted to do it again. Denying himself of orgasm for a few days up until he had you all alone, so he could fuck ropes of his load into you. Joel figured after you didn’t get pregnant the first time, it should be fine to do it on occasion.

But before long, he couldn’t stop his urges.

He couldn’t stop the feeling of your tight silky walls clamping around his thick cock, milking him for all he’s worth. You just feel too good. And after feeling that sweet burning ecstasy there was no going back.

By the time Joel was pounding you twice a week full of him, you’d started to come down with some sort of flu.

You’d decided to go the the commune infirmary, to see if there was anything there that would help you, til Maria begged the last question on your mind.

Is there a chance you could be pregnant?

Fuck

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If wanting was enough | Joel Miller x f!reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Warnings: general smut, unrequited love, abandonment, no use of y/n

Word count: 1,653

MASTERLIST

Waking up to find Joel’s cock pressed into your leg, will he finally stop pushing down his aching desires?

･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ⋆｡°✩･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･

Something hardened nudged the back of your cold thigh, you felt it twitch slightly. You mind foggy with sleep as you came back to your senses.

You tugged the itchy fabric covering your body higher, shielding you from the frosty winter air. Boston was never too kind in the winter. The flattened pillow beneath your head became firmer, pulling you out of your somnolent haze.

You'd been sleeping here for a few months now, your ex partner using you as collateral for a trade of Joel's best firearm. What he didn't know was your lover would not be returning.

Your heartbreak had all but fully healed over now, Joel allowing you to stay with him as long as you helped him trade outside the QZ. Convincing himself a couple extra hands wouldn’t hurt.

A itchy hot feeling festered in his bones that someone could betray you like that. Leaving you to a man like Joel, a man people knew had very little mercy. Joel's cruelty knew no bounds.

You remembered Joel's presence behind you before you realised —that must be Joel's cock.

You spread careful fingertips to his crotch, stroking ever so softly at where you could feel him pressing against you. Like magic his hips slightly jerked, his erection crowding against you from behind. Yours hips melted like putty in his hand, rolling back against him, pleading for friction.

His breathing quickened.

His name slipped from your tongue with a breath.

Joel body freezes, clearly awakened from the spell he was under.

"M' sorry." His deep voice blurts out in a hushed tone. His scent of pine wood and whiskey floating over you. You want to drag him to you by the head pull him onto your body, tell him over and over he never needs to apologise to you. But you don't. Instead, you carry on rolling your pelvis back into his, your inhales becoming stronger. He's straining against the fabric of his threadbare jeans. Your body is riling up with warmth and thrill. It's been so long you think you might even be close, but like that, he's gone. You feel the blanket tug as he turns over, the flesh of his bum grazing yours.

Your heart falls into the deep well of your stomach. You twist til his green flannel clad back is facing you. Your body sandwiches the back of his, cold palms twisting around his middle and rubbing stripes up his front with a light hand. The feeling tickles him. Inching your cheeks almost into the crook of his neck you whisper. "Joel, Lemme take care of you."

"I don't need taking care of." He grumbles sleepily.

"I know, but I need it too." Intimacy you mean, though you would never elaborate. Your not sure Joel is capable of intimacy. Sometimes you get jealous thinking about Sarah's mom. She must've had him in a way no other woman has. You watch as his dark eyes fall shut, you hand trailing down. Rubbing small circles into his lower abdomen where the hair begins to darken and thicken.

Joel wants to fuck you senseless, bury his cock into you from behind. Your pleas and cries for him to slow down, falling on deaf ears.

But he couldn't.

Not to you.

Not to the only person who's stayed by his side for this long, whose seen him all. Not in a sexual way but something else. Tending to his wounds, showering with your backs together to save what was left of your water, fighting anything that came your way.

Instead, he lets you palm him softly through his jeans, working him up until he couldn't deny you anymore. Joel felt his pink swollen tip leak into his underwear. He bid his dirty thoughts away, pleading for sleep to overcome him so he didn't give into his desire for you.

A large hand swallowed your wrist, freezing your hand from moving any further. Joel moved onto his back. His large hand was heavy on your thigh, dragging you over onto his lap. Your legs were strained over his big hips, his thickened length pushing against your wetted seam. You held in an anguished moan.

Your body rocked on him, desperation crawling in your depths. Hunger scraping at your insides, begging for a release. Your sweaty hands feel onto his shoulders for balance, his hips bucking and pulling out a moan from your chest.

"Joel, it's been so long. I need you now."

His frown was etched onto his face, looking at your through heavy lashes. Joel's lower lip pulled between his teeth as conflict-ion crossed his features. Your lips pressed to his shoulder blade.

The coil tightening as your hole clenched around nothing, begging to be filled by the Texan.

His skin was hit beneath your mouth, his hands grazed onto your thighs, holding you in place.

"Ar'ya sure 'bout this?" He grumbled lowly.

You nodded feverishly into his hot skin. "Please Joel, I need you." The elder let out a deep huff, leaning forward to pull his shirt off from behind his head and tossing it off to the side. You followed suit, pulling off your top and bra til you were bare before him. You nipples hardened in the cool Boston apartment, the only thing covering your top half was a thin silver pendant necklace.

Joel's hands clutched at the blanket, watching as you sat back between his knees and struggled to pull of your pants and underwear. Before the outbreak, you would've been coy. Cheeks rosy and eyes alert even looking at the man before you. Let alone being completely bare on top of him. I guess that's what the end of the world does to you.

You clambered back onto his strong thighs, this time his fingers dipping into the flesh of your bare hips. The feeling was orgasmic, sending electric shocks through the pads of his fingers and straight to your feverish core.

You tried ignoring his stares as you worked yourself on him, growing more conscious of the fact you had a lot more scars than he did. You hoped he didn't mind.

Before long, Joel had freed himself from the confines of his clothes.

"Don't come in me, I'm not on anything."

"Yeah, yeah. I know." He replied hastily, his voice thick with arousal. He eased his weeping head to your hole. You heaved as you tried relaxing, tried to let him in. Let him have all of you. He thrust shallowly, opening you up for him.

It was hard to have him fully inside, although you were practically coming undone, it had still be a very long time since you had had something close to this. It was harder than anticipated. Your breath quickened as Joel stilled, his right hand bracing on your hip tighter. "Breathe for me." He said, followed by your name. You emptied your lungs, eyes squeezing shut before Joel slipped in. Forcing his hips till he was at the hilt. His small whimper met your moan in the air.

It was like nothing you'd ever felt before. Was it because it was Joel? Or because his cock was just that good. He hit every place inside you perfectly. His foreskin sliding against your walls and creating the most toe curling friction. His tip plunged against your cervix, deeply massaging into your core.

He wasn't slow, nor fast. But purposeful, giving you exactly what you wanted but drawing out the pleasure for as long as possible.

"There you go." He muttered, his hips quickening to an unbearable rythm. Your body pulling him in tighter and tighter. You gazed down onto him. Pressing your lips to his jaw, cheek and then ghosting near his pink lips. His thick moustache tickling your top lip.

He took a sharp breath, his form stilling. You pulled back before you could kiss him properly. Studying his blissed out face, his brows tightly knitted together. Hair slightly damp and sticking to his forehead. And a flush across the tops of his cheeks. He must be close too. He watched you, his jaw slightly going slack as he pondered what was running through your head.

"I-I'm sorry." You stuttered. Joel shook his head dismissing you. He breathed once before pushing his head between your breasts and fucking you into both of your orgasms.

"Joel— ahhhhh! Oh my god, fuck. I'm coming." He fucked you through it, only being able to pull out at the very last minute till he was spurting white hot cum onto your front. You watched his milky seed as it pooled across your stomach and down your thighs, you mind spun with the thought of him blessing you with it at the back of your mouth. You'd swallow every thick load. If it were his that is.

He turned his back to you, pulling the blanket tight to his broad, moistened chest. He could feel your eyes still open. Blissfully fucked out.

"Go to sleep." The male murmured.

"I can't. Talk to me." You whispered meekly. Joel tried ignoring you, but he knew it would only come up later.

"I can't give you want you want." He said, tagging your name on the end. Sorrow was laced across his tone, something only you would pick up.

"How do you know what I want?" Your words don't earn a response. His silence was enough. You didn't realise your longing for him was so noticeable. The silence was unbearable, you lay down back into your original position.

"And anyway, like this-" You started, staring at the back of his messy dark hair. "Is enough." You finished with. You curled up in the blanket, your bodies still tucked like sardines in the small bed. Lashes hit cheeks as you calmed yourself down from your high, wishing you wouldn't be too tired working tomorrow.

"It is?" His words cutting through the air, interested.

"Yeah, for now."

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Did I hurt you? Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 1,115

Genre: Hurt + comfort, angst, some smut

Warnings: sex, injury detail caused by a human, no use of y/n, rushed ending

MASTERLIST

When you and Joel spend the night secluded on patrol, Joel is in for a surprise when he finds out just how rough he can be.

･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ⋆｡°✩･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･

Snow littered across the hillside, you and Joel were saddled at the ready as you left the lookout. An vacation cabin now old and forlorn. Brisk dawn had cracked along the clouds, your journey back to the commune just beginning after a short stay there on patrol.

You and Joel had been partnered up for a year or so now, exchanges growing more and more, little by little. Companionship cultivated naturally until you both began to feel something more between the lines. Something tender. Something innocent. It was measured initially, quick 'how are yous?' And 'don't walk too far.'s.

But soon enough it evolved, lengthy nights camping up in the former main lounge. Talking about anything and everything. Secrets you'd never even admit to yourself, coming to the surface and pooling into the cold idle air.

Your body would be wrapped tightly in your sleeping bag as rum you'd shared earlier, the embers still crackling at your insides.

Except, last night was unlike anything you've done before. Lust overpowered your sweet conversation. A quick run in to some desolate clickers, made you see Joel unlike anything else before.

Quick, get behind me now.

The words still echoed through your mind. His muscular limbs shoving you behind him whilst he aimed and fired. Two swift bullets in each.

Joel had a protective nature, not just in his size and strength, but in his biology too. Although he had never been this demanding, never this assertive when it came to keeping you safe. You were conscious something had metamorphosed.

After setting up for the night and shotting a few gulps of the harsh, firey liquor, Joel was on you. His frame trapped you beneath him his fingertips holding your hips still as he grinded passionately against you. He was needy, desperate and completely love-drunk. His cold lips dragging across your own, to your jaw, neck and then breasts. There was no question in what he was after. Frantic, wet thrusts of his hips down into you, the only thing separating you from the icy cold air that filled the room all the way to the high ceilings was Joel's searing body. Your hands locked into the messy ash strands that covered his head, begging for more.

After your long trek back to base, you and Joel rolled in for the night. Choosing to go back to his for some hot food and a quick shower. Ellie now fast asleep in her room across the hall. Your routine was always the same, you washed first then Joel. You now lay spread across Joel's chest, with the body Joel had grew to know the past few weeks. Joel's hand washed over your side, a sharp intake of air shot through the gaps in your teeth as you winced. Joel's face hardened, his lines deepening. Before you could say anything else, he lifted your old cotton shirt to expose the flesh.

Blotches of purple and blue littered the wounded skin of your hips. A few stray ones covered your arms and waist. Handles for Joel last night as he ploughed his hips into yours. Not leaving room to breathe as his wet trusts became sloppier. The clap of your flesh on each other echoing out through the Jackson lookout.

Joel eyes stopped at the scores and impressions he had left.

"Fuck,"

You shook you head with a smile smile, no. His hands still pulled off you, as if he had touched something boiling hot.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He searched you face for something, anything. But you just looked back indifferent, offering a small curl on the corner of your lips.

"No, no, it was amazing. I mean for my first time, I can't imagine it being any better."

"Y-Your?" Joel got up, pulling on his jacket that he'd thrown across the floor after coming in the warm Jackson home. Silence graced the house, nothing except the short huffs of the 50 year old.

"Where are you going?"

"For a walk."

"Okay lemme come with you." You interjected but the sentiment was not returned.

"No." Joel shot back. “I wanna go alone."

"Are you mad at me?"

"It's not you." His footsteps didn’t halt, sifting through the garments left on the floor for the ones he had on earlier.

"Joel, c'mon."

"Are you serious right now?" His icy stare froze you to your core, you’d seen him furious before, but never directed towards you. His southern accent laced with malice.

"Joel," you tried, tone soft as if it would somehow calm him down. His deep scowl not wavering.

"Why didn't you tell me?” He quizzed, gingerly.

"I just, "

"You told me we didn't have any secrets." His deep chocolate irises looking at you delicately as they bore into your own, leaden ones.

“I was embarrassed. Joel, I'm sorry. Please don’t go.”

His head tipped back, a deep sigh leaving his nostrils. You knew his was just building the courage to leave. He hated when you would beg him. Almost never able to not comply to your request.

"Settle down, Baby." Joel shifted to face you.

“I'll sleep on the couch. I'll give you space. Anything." The words tumbled off your tongue like a spell.

"I'm not go gonna go anywhere. M'sorry I woulda never let it happen like that if I knew it was your first time." Joel sat beside you on the bed, pulling your bare legs over his lap. The rough pads of his fingers, slid back and forth along your leg.

“I shoulda taken my time, got you really comfortable. Woulda been on a bed for a start, not on some fucking floor in the middle of nowhere." Joel turned his head, shaking it in disbelief.

"Joel, it's okay. It's what I wanted."

"You don't know what you wanted. You ain't never done it before then.” His words sharp and annoyed.

"I know. But I know I wanted you." Your hand moved to hold his bicep, the muscle naturally flexing beneath you light grip.

“No more goddamn secrets. Got it?" He appearance was stern, but his big loving eyes were otherwise. There was alway warmth in those golden orbs.

"Yes Joel."

You grabbed a pillow hopping off the bed.

"Mmm, mmm." The male hummed, grabbing you by your wrist and halting your movements. You turned back eyes wide with surprise. "You think I'm gonna take a girls virginity and then make her sleep on the couch?" He inquired, amazed. “What kinda man do you take me for?" He smiled out softly. He moved you over to the bed, turning off the bedside lamp before getting under the covers, the other side.

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Healing you - Joel Miller x reader

Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hurt + Comfort my favourite.

Word count : 2,040

Warnings : Established relationship, nightmares, injury, child death yk the drill. Tell me if I missed any and feedback welcome!

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A long 12 years after Sarah’s death, Joel can’t seem to open up to you again. But you’re never gonna stop trying.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You woke to him pivoting your leg off to his side, leaving him just enough room to shuffle his large mass in between your legs, easing his weight down on top of you. His fingertips dug into the plane of your lower back, his skull pressed in between the bare flesh of your breasts. You began to straighten on the bed, awaiting his next move. His wavy hair a messy mop on his head as you began to lovingly comb through the ashy strands.

The dark hollow glow of your Boston apartment echoed with the eventual quiet sobs of Joel, your Joel. Agonising nights like this weren't uncommon, Joel always struggled with rest without the help of pills and brown malt liquor. And when the nightmares rolled in, he turned to you for comfort as his fatigued cries lulled himself back to sleep.

You clutched across his broad shoulders, attempting to soothe him with your words. "Shhh, I've got you. I'm here." Hot drops of his pain pooled on your skin, if you weren't so pained you'd had wiped them away. Joel wouldn't have minded, but you couldn't bring yourself to disturb him. He pressed harder into your sternum, the rhythmic thump of your beating heart grounding him. Eyes watching down as his face scrunched up tightly before softening.

The eventual soft snores of his blocked nostrils signally he had finally drifted off again. You let out a soft breath you didn't realise you were holding. God, he was in so much pain, it stunned you every time. Even though his blank stares and loss of affection had become a sort of ritual by now. Love and tenderness were an abandoned cause.

—

"Ready?" The southerner asked from where he was stood, packed and ready to go. Joel's words were few and far between, so unlike the cheery funny man you once knew back in sunny Austin. You shot him a sharp nod, tucking your trusty dagger in a leather case and into your side pocket.

You followed him out the QZ, cold benevolent rain drops pattering down on the stark city streets. You only had to skip past two soldiers before crouching through the busted wire fence, it were only a matter of time before the tear would be sealed up again. You crossed short planes of long grass and rubble terrain before entering the safety of the nearest borough, no one from the QZ would be after you now. Watching your step not to trip or slip on the muddy ground.

You trekked along, Joel's large hand falling to his side, his fingers loosing hanging. Envisioning your palms closing around each others, the heartwarming feeling of companionship. But you didn't dare establish it. You had tried many times, the forbidding shake of his arm to get you off, too painful to bare singly once more.

"Hey, Joel?"

"Yes."

"I wanna talk to you abo-"

The grooved soles of you feet were no match against the sloped grass, your boot making a sharp decline behind your front one. Pulling you down to the concrete ground you'd started from.

A burning pain shot through your knee, a squeal and grunt leaking from your lips as you moved to steady yourself on the floor. You eyes squeezed shut as you straightened your leg, the pain only intensifying. Joel had quickly jumped back down to join you sitting on the cobbles.

"We're going home now." He stated bluntly. You interjected. "It's not safe. You’re unable to walk properly."

"No, it's ok-"

Brawn branches heaved you up from your standpoint. In another life you could picture this same position, grins ear to ear as the church bells rang. Lily white petals fluttering and spinning through the air as they fell to the chapel floor. 'Just married' drawn on the back of the vehicle as you left for your honeymoon. Bliss. A utopian yet impossible bliss.

Your wrists curled around the thick trunk of his neck, the grisly hairs scratching across you skin. Tucking into his neck for better weight distribution you noticed how close you were. The deepened frown lines of his face and the golden glow of his beautiful tanned skin. The sight made you hands clammy, you don't remember the last time you gazed upon him this close. A heat spilled into the depths of your rib cage.

Back at the flat, Joel kicked open the fragile wooden door, then slammed it shut behind him. He strode into the living area, ever so compassionately plopping you upon the torn up couch. The back of your head touched the cushion, a controlled breath leaving your cracked lips at the pain.

"Still bad?" His eyebrow cocked towards you inquisitively. Your eyes shut briefly with a nod of your neck, the larger male crouching down to the floor as he decided what to do next. "Pants off." The Texan told you. Your began to shuffle out of the worn out denim, filled with thinned patches and threadbare.

He noticed your difficultly and you leaned your weight with your upper back against the furniture, his hands grabbing simultaneously at the waistband to tug down the fabric. Once you got to your knees he eased out your good leg, before doing the same to the other mercifully.

"Shit." He gruffly leaked under his breath. The swollen cup of your knee cap, red and beginning to bruise. His hands moved to the wounded limb, one pressed on the side of your thigh as the other lay on the light hair of your shin. It was worse than you had both expected. "You need'a rest."

Later, your rested your leg outstretched on the worn out mattress. “I’ve gotta finish this run. Should be back tomorrow if I’m lucky.”

“Joel?” He turned facing you. “I love you.” His nodded, eyes gazing off in a line as the words registered in his head and like that he was gone. The worst part was that night, it didn’t feel too different to normal. Empty and cold.

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The next evening you woke to the door shutting. Quickly you turned to the bedside draw, shaky hands gripping at the handle to pull it out and fetch your dagger. The tall dark male entered, your heart pounding once more before started to go back into rhythm. “Fuck.” You heaved in shock. Joel sent you an apologetic look, emptying his pockets of his weapons and supplies before standing over the bed.

“You hungry? Cold?" Joel was curious, he had deep purple bags under his eyes and a shallow cut on his jaw. You would ask him about it later.

"No, I'm okay."

"Ok, I'll just-"

"Can you come here?" He meandered closer standing to the side of the bed as he sat into his hip. You sat up moving across so he could perch on the side, your foreheads touching as you placed a hand to his toughened cheek. You leant in, millimetres away from your lips touching — his head turned, facing away from you.

Your hand fell in rejection, the familiar crushing weight of loss cascading through you. "You won't even kiss me anymore," You let the words hang, his head tilted in what looked like guilt. Your heart ached for his love again his longing and desire. You used to be like rabbits never able to keep your mitts off of each other.

"And we haven't had sex in years." Your tears bubbled as the statements festered in the grooves of your brain. “Joel, please stop pushing me away."

"She wasn't even your daughter." You hunched away from him, the stinging sharp torture of your knee paling in comparison to the sentence just uttered. You lower lip dropped in shock, unable to fathom how he could muster such a thing.

"You knew how close I was to her. I spent years getting to know her and looking after her! How dare you!" His jaw tightened, still not daring to look at your furious expression. "I know your mourning her! I am too! But you don't know how it feels to mourn someone whose hasn't even died!" The words stung the brunette like an angry wasp.

"Baby-"

"No, Joel. Don't.” Mumbled words slipped through your teeth. “I can't take this anymore, I miss you so much. I just wish I could make you happy."

"You do make me happy." Joel commented. His eyes scanned down to see a small silver chain hung around the supple skin of your throat. A small diamond heart pendant hung from the jewellery.

Joel gifted it to you for your birthday one year after a lovely romantic dinner at your favourite restaurant of course. He’d paid Tommy to look after Sarah that night, leaving you enough time to have a long hot bubble bath with some red wine. Joel was joint at your hip that day, always a hand on you whether it be holding your hand, around your waist or shoulders or resting softly on your thigh.

You were like a drug to him, he was hooked. Smothering you in kisses and heartfelt confession of his love. Making your next sentence a torturing wake up call.

"You can't even look at me anymore.”

"No, no." His body spun from where he was sat, leaping over you til your frame was trapped inside his larger one. His hand cocooned the back of you head, keeping you pressed into him. He squeezed you tightly before pulling back his hands drilling into the sides of your face to look at him. "I love you. I love you so much.”

There was a deep desperation in his face his eyes hollowing out your soul and pleading with your heart. You lip wobbled, the loving man of your past shining through with the exception of his pitiful distress. Eyes falling down to his small chapped lips, he knew what you were after. Hesitantly, he gave in.

Flesh on flesh, his warm mouth joined your own, a searing kiss coveting everything he was trying to say. It was forceful, not enough for you to pull back, but just enough for you to place a hand on the puffed up plane of his chest. He moved his lips against your a few more times before pulling back.

“I just feel like I’ve lost everything. We were so happy, you me and Sarah.”

"I'm sorry,” Joel began, “I'm so selfish. I didn't even realise I was neglectin' you." You swallowed hard, savouring the dark honey taste of him on your lips. "I can't begin to make it up to you, but I'll promise I'll try." Offered the male. “Don't you cry now, you'll set me off." A small smile cracked onto your face. “You need’a get some sleep, you look tired.”

“I am.” You agreed. Joel walked around the bed, pulling back the blankets and getting in beside you. You snuggled up into his side, his arm protectively cuddling around you. Pulling you into closer to his flannel clad skin. His other hand clutched your head, tender stroking his hand over your dirty tangled hair.

Joel watched your eyelids close, your long lashes resting on your plush cheeks. It brought him back to the days back when. Back when you’d cuddle up on his living room couch, Sarah sat on the floor doing her homework with the TV on.

He’d knew in that moment you were it for him. He’d never leave your side. He wanted you in every way another person could have someone. Loved and cherished. Devoted and loyal.

“Your still just as beautiful as the day we met.” Words whispered into the cold air. Clouded with red light shooting through the bed sheet covered windows.

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not. You’re the only woman I’ll ever love.” There was wretched plea coating his tongue. “I miss touching you.”

“You have me.”

That night you both slept like a baby. The tall brunette crushing you back into his chest as his limbs glued your skin together. He lay the shyest of kisses to the back of your neck, shoulder and head. One hand brushed along the skin of your hip. Whispering sweet nothings as he pacified you to sleep. "Shhh, I've got you sweetheart. I'm here.”

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Hurt Like This - Joel Miller x reader

Genre - Angst, fluff

Warnings - mentions of sex, unestablished relationship, reader is described as being a lot smaller than Joel

MASTERLIST

You and Joel had spent years together in the QZ but will he ever let you through his hard exterior? When your bloodied and bruised, who will be there?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You and Joel had been partners for many years now, your relationship always up in the air much like everything else in life. You never knew where you’d next end up, or what you would be finding yourself doing to survive this misery. But when you’d come home, bloodied and bruised, you’d be lying if the way Joel’s neurotic look did make your heart skip a pump. “Who the fuck did this?” He roared enraged, a forbearing hand coming up, wide fingertips considerately holding at your chin to get a better scan.

“I was making a trade with Jude and outta nowhere he got some dude to rob our shit.” You moped, flinching when his hand grazed a tender spot. Joel watched your face as you carried on. “And I wasn’t gonna not put up a fight.” You halfheartedly joked. Like the answer was blatantly obvious.

“What have I told you about tryna take people like him on!” The Texan shot back, a rumble in his chest reverberating out through his gritted teeth.

“Joel, I wasn’t gonna let him take our shit. You know how hard we worked for that stuff.” Defensive replies leaked from your mouth, bargaining with the elder man. Joel was having none of it.

“It don’t matter! You coulda got yourself killed!” The brunettes glare could freeze hell over and you felt it in the depths of your soul. “Have you got the stuff then?” He quizzed knowingly.

“Well, no.” You began shortly before being cut short. Joel stood with haste, his athletic mountainous body imposing from up above.

“So what was the goddam point then? Fucking look atchu, nose all bloodied, black eye.” He embarked on listing.

“Oh c’mon! Like you don’t get yourself a little banged up now and then!” Your argued words didn’t get through to him, but Joel didn’t want to containing bickering with you.

Joel heaved, frustrated. He brown irises studied you, brow bone stitched in an extensive scowl. He looked upset, genuinely, sincerely upset. “I’m okay, I promise.” You offered to him sympathetically.

Joel advanced to the cupboard, acquiring a bottle of malt whiskey and a rag to sanitise the wounds. Pain seared in your cheek, the dusty blue cloth sweeping against the apple of your cheek as he cleaned you up, not quite affectionately. You memorised the imprints on his complexion, the sun spots that had appeared over time, the deep creases implanted in his forehead and around his mouth. The coarse unshaven ashy hairs on his face and neck.

Though he never showed it, times like this you would see the softness peek through his demeanour. His glare loosening and he focused on the task at hand, a slim gap between each lip, that he breathed through to concentrate. You’d not once witnessed him like this with any other person. As he finished up he went to boil the teapot, brewing a hot drink for you to aid the heeling and pain. His heavy footfalls made the wood creak beneath them as he joined you again.

“Go lie down, you need to rest it off.” As you raised you winced, agony shooting through your foot as you remembered rolling your ankle from running away. Brazen arms swung from behind, clutching one bicep under your knees as you were forced to hold around his thick neck. His stoic face was focussed on his actions, afraid to look down at you as you were in his arms. Joel was certain the view would send him into some kind of mania, your beautiful body so small in his upper limbs, holding onto him for safety just how he thought it should be. The idea made his testosterone peak.

He settled you on the bed, in the perfect space you didn’t need to adjust and pulled up an old blanket over you. Yours and Joel’s relationship was complicated. Very complicated.

You’d met a long 8 years ago, teaming up on a run, eyes meeting in the middle of the stranded library. Both on your way out to make a hunt. A clicker had launched round the corner, your small pistol firing off, over and over from where you were splayed on the dusty floor. Knees bent to gain some leverage. Joel had advanced from behind, grabbing onto the monsters shoulders and swinging it into a substantial glass cabinet, glass fragments spilling onto the ground, before shooting it twice in the head.

Making the decision to stick together all the way on the run and back, and so forth for the future. Joel didn’t approve having another person around at first, his mind proclaiming to him it would just be another person to look after. But he couldn’t deny that you did bring some advantages to the table, you had saved Joel’s life on more than one occasion and the company as you slept in deserted buildings was something he grew to desire. Quickly your connection grew and you moved into his apartment, rationing his bed as you spooned. You both began to feel sheltered in each others company.

You had never kissed, as much as you dreamt of of it. Nor had you either ever expressed any feelings, except a fondness of your friendship. You’d shared bodies a few times, Joel harshly fucking you into your release and then his, but there was no tenderness shared. Just a brute passion for orgasm. He held you tightly thereafter, crushing you into his broad chest as his hands snaked around your middle, but once you woke, normal interactions resumed.

You rolled onto your side, getting comfy in the bed as Joel shuffled off your brown boots for you, taking extra care with your injured side. He then wriggled in behind you, thick fingers tentatively sliding across your waist as he silently asked for permission to cuddle. Nothing was said, granting him the pleasure of cradling you tightly in his grasp, his head leaning cautiously on the flat pillow behind yours, you could just about feel his deep breaths on the back of your neck.

“Promise you won’t play that shit again.” A gritty drawl echoed through the barren room. “If someone threatens you, you drop it and come straight here.”

“Okay, Joel.” You responded, softly. His thumb rubbed tiny patterns gently on your front.

“I hate seeing you hurt like this.” Words whispered into your sheets, but they definitely weren’t missed.

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Immaturity - Joel Miller x reader

AN - This one is about reader begging and Joel denying her hehe ;) feedback welcome!

Words - 2,443

Genre - Smut, Angst

Warnings - Age gap

MASTERLIST

Joel lowered his gun, stretching out a hand to haul you into his apartment. You stumbled forward, practically tripping over your own feet as Joel projected his head outside, checking to see that no one had followed you. He knew how diligent he had to be, especially since he knew you weren't. It was dusk, A very soft grey glow leaked through the windows, the old broken curtains failing to obstruct the privacy of his apartment. Although since the outbreak there had been an abundance of empty living spaces, so there was no one around to gape in anyway. He slammed the door behind him, walking to the table, he pulled the strap of his gun over his skull and stationed his weapon onto it. "Did you get that knife I wanted?" He asked, shifting to your direction.

You meandered in, the place identical to how it was the last time you were here. When the male had urged you to let him clean the gash on your forehead, from some idiot clipping you whilst tasked with the job of cleaning up the destroyed building rubble.

“Yeah, here you are." You removed your backpack, digging a hand in the canvas bag to pull out the blade you stashed at the bottom. You reached out to hand it to him, who put it next his gun. He then reached into his denim pockets, pulling out the ration cars he promised you in return for the knife. Joel said nothing after he handed you the payment, mixtures of blue, green and pink in the stack.

"Thanks." You smiled, there was an awkward pause as you thought about what to say next. "I should probably get-"

"Actually, there was one more thing I was going to ask you to help me with." He cut through the silence with his deep southern accent. Joel never failed to make you nervous, you weren't sure if it was his demeanour, his seriousness or the fact that everyone in the QZ was petrified of him. You were only just beginning to see what was under the surface of his stone cold exterior.

To be honest, the age gap was on his mind often. He constantly felt wrong for admiring a woman around the same age as his daughter would be, but he knew he'd never use it to his advantage.

"Really?" You asked intrigued and slightly excited to have another excuse to see the Texan. He traipsed towards you, a hand coming up to rest his thumb to the curve of your jaw. You breath hitched in your windpipe. He leaned in, his dark lashes descending as you did the same. He connected your lips strongly, almost tipping you over as you made small step after small step back til you were pinned against the brick wall.

Soon the desperation had over come him, his feverish kisses sloppy as he covered your jaw and throat with his needy lips. His coarse hands run up and down your sides with force, the friction causing your fitted black jersey t shirt to lift up. Crinkling till it was folded up under the fullness of your breasts. His calloused fingers pulled it off in one swift motion, the firm flesh bouncing back into its natural position.

His big hands grabbed at your waist in seconds, blanketing most of the skin. Your wrists fell on his broad shoulders, fingers laced in the curly black and grey hair on the back of his head. His unkempt hair trickled at your arms as you rubbed against him. The older man sucked lightly on your silky long neck before moving his hands to the waistband of your shorts.

He toyed with the fabric, the tips of his fingers dipping down to get to the skin. "Get these off now." He ordered, returning to the warmth of your neck. You obeyed him, fingers fumbling as you undid the button with struggle. He then stepped back, opting to undo a few more buttons of his denim shirt before slipping it off over his large toned body.

As long as you have known Joel, his form has stayed the same, always looking as if he worked in the trade. You could picture him in a hard hat and a reflective jacket, before the outbreak. His veiny hands then grasped at his belt with haste, eyes turning up to watch you rip of your shorts along with your leggings.

Without a second to spare, Joel was on you again, hoisting you up against the wall as he pressed himself between your legs. His lips were parted and this close you were able to see each individual dark hair and line in his skin.

You were above him now, arms clutched tightly to his shoulders and head, his face buried in between you chest, kissing and sucking on the skin. Joel paused, his chocolate brown eyes boring up at you, a soft and calm look on his face. His hair was going in all directions. "You sure you want this?" He asked in his deep rough voice, the sound echoing slightly through his apartment.

He had his head tilted slightly up, his cheeks ever so slightly pink under the soft glow of the apartment. You bit your lip softly, emotions flooding you. Mainly just pure arousal. You nodded eagerly but short and his head fell back onto the skin of your chest. His tip nudging at where you needed him most. This wasn't the first time you and Joel had had sex, it wasn't even the third but it was still early days for you to know exactly how he likes it. He's usually hard and quick, just enough time for both of you to get off.

You silently pray your not just a way to get him off so he can go back to his chores as little more relaxed. Your wetness coated his tip, just enough for him to begin stretching you slowly, moulding your body to fit his. The feeling sent your body into a frenzy, screaming at you to let him in deeper, trying to let him in all the way. He kept grinding, each time more of him eased into you.

His breaths grew heavy as he stuffed your pussy full. God he could never give this up. You whined in his ear, not yet comfortable to be screaming his name like so desperately needed to. Soon he was one with you, filling you up to your max, muscles stretching around his large girth. You wailed slightly as he got there.

"Ahh!" You cried, pain burning in your deepest areas. Eyes squeezing tightly shut for mercy, your neck stretching out so your head could hit the back of the wall.

"Shhh, You know you can take it." He growled quietly, his fingers denting into the meat of your hips. Although this was by far not the first time you had been intimate with Joel, it still didn't stop the fact each time with him you had more and more progress with how quickly you could fit all of him. Soon he was bottoming out, hips slamming into you with force, his hair slick with sweat and mouth wet with loose kisses.

"Please uhh Joel." You moaned into the air, the ripped wallpaper slightly scratching against the skin of your back. You didn't mind though. Joel held you up with ease, his hands squeezing tightly on your thighs and ass. He continued to grunt, biting his lower lip. "Uhh please I want your cum."

"No. Shut the fuck up." He demanded, his fingers moving from your hips to cover your mouth, your wet lips flush to his hand. You moaned into his palm unable to hold on, the coil in your stomach curling up. The feeling was addictive, you never wanted it to end, feeling this close to him. Like you were the only thing that mattered in the whole world.

"Don't pull out."

"No. What the fuck did I just tell you!" He shouted this time. Your heart stopped for a moment, his eyes were burning into you with anger but that only made you thirst for him more. Each thrust sent you into oblivion, the base of his unshaven manhood brushing against your clit. You were beginning to tip over the edge.

"Please cum inside me joel." You leaked out, unable to hold back your profanity. He pumped twice more inside you, the elastic band in your stomach almost about to snap when you felt him slide out. He dropped you carefully and quickly back down, turning on his heel over to where his jeans were spread out on the floor.

A breeze flushed over your whole body, now unsheilded from Joel's large, tanned and hot frame. His leather belt clinked on the hardwood floor, still laced through the loops of his dark wash jeans.

"Joel?" The brown eyes man didn't respond as he continued to pull on his underwear. Shyly you began to walk over to him, he was bent over in two obtaining his shirt off the ground. You set a shy hand on his shoulder blade and he whipped up, turning to face you as he towered over you.

The look on his face was one you were familiar with, his fluffy brows knotted together and a deep frown on his lips as he chewed on his jaw. You took a little step back, suddenly intimidated by the cold, dark look in his orbs. "Why'd you stop?" You questioned.

Joel blinked down at you once before bringing his eyes up to the wall behind you and pacing off into his bedroom, but you were quick on his tail. "Joel please, tell me what's wrong! Did I do something?" You pleaded.

"Did you do something?" He roared, amazed, turning around to see you eye to eye. Tears were brimming in your corners. "You're so fucking immature, Can you just get the fuck out my apartment!" He shouted, standing facing his bed as he put the rest of his clothes there. Hot tears run down your full cheeks.

"No Joel, I'm sorry." You bawled hands covering your blubbering face. "Joel" you begged, defeated and distraught. The male ran a hand to his creased forehead and sighed, then let it fall back down to his side. Joel drifted into space, observing his unmade bed. Sprawled across it was a deep red blanket.

He thought it was so scratchy when he first acquired it, but soon grew to appreciate it when the cold Boston winters would roll in. He listened to your whimpers for a few seconds longer before you felt his tall presence in front of your again.

You felt the large heavy weight of his arm wrapped around your shoulder and pushing your head into the crook of his warm neck. His other hand grasped around your bare back as tears fell onto his hot flesh. Joel's eyes shut as he held you tightly in his arms, it was the only time he truly felt you were safe, and yet here he was causing you this pain. He dammed himself for it.

"Don't you cry." He said softly. You began to relax, melting into his arms. The scowl never left his face, but then again it rarely ever did. He rocked you back and forth for a short moment longer before pulling away.

His hand dragged your chin up to look at him. Asserting his dominance on you as always, you could never intimidate him. "Don't ever say that shit to me again." He lectured, firmly.

"W-What shit?"

"Wanting me to finish inside you," He started. "You don't know what the fuck your talking about." He shook his head annoyed. "It's not something to joke about. Got it?" You were confused and hurt but listened to the older man regardless.

"Okay." You replied softly. Joel stared down at you, making a small glance at your lips then back up. The Texans face finally softening as he placed a hand to your pink cheek, he rubbed at the skin softly. Almost affectionately.

"Get your clothes back on, I'll see you tomorrow." His hand dropped and you watched his large back as he disappeared into the bathroom. You walked back to the living room, still distressed but holding back more tears. You pulled on your black leggings followed by your shorts and lastly your tee, swinging your beige backpack onto one arm. You left his place, speeding down the maroon hallway as light shone through the bare and unoccupied apartments.

Meanwhile Joel had stripped off his boxers, stepping under the cold downpour of his shower, the water spurting out in short intervals, just enough for him to feel somewhat clean. His mind wondered off, dancing on the memories of just a few minutes earlier. Your silky soft hair, your warm skin, young full chest and that tight gripping pussy. Just the thought was enough alone to make him hard again.

He was annoyed with what he had to do, but he needed you to understand. Saying those things would never end well, and Joel knew he wouldn't of been able to deny you if you pleaded one last time. He knew you had no clue what you were talking about, what if he did get you knocked up? What would you even do with it? Raise it in this place? That would be beyond cruel. Plus the poor thing would probably die of starvation, or malnutrition, or even just a common cold by the age of 1.

He wished things could be different, he wished you were back in the old world, where he would be able to comply to you wants, your needs. He'd have started off slow, kissing down the whole of your body, savouring your taste. In no rush or fear that you'd vanish from beneath him.

He would bury himself into your warmth, pushing down with all his force as he came, coating the inside of your pussy with his creamy white ribbons of pleasure. Just as you'd begged him to.

Then he'd stay there, holding you as close as possible, unafraid that would leave his side, unafraid to love you fully. The way you deserved to be. But that would never be the case, not in the world you lived in now, not how things were.

Joel turned off the shower dial and stepped out, his toes hitting the grubby tiles below. He left the damp room, opting to lay on his bed he made out of an old mattress he found on the side of the road and some grey cinderblocks.

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A Favour ✧ Fezco x Reader

AN - So this is about reader asking Fez to take her virginity. enjoy!

word count - 2,187

warnings - General smut stuff, 18+

genre - Smut, Angst

You sat down at the oak table, next to the tall ginger as he counted his fresh money, placing it neatly in to piles.

"So what brings you here, kid?" He asked slowly as ever, eyes flicking up to you briefly before back down to the bills in his hands. His chair was aligned with the table but he sat on it turned, his legs open in a manly spread like always.

"I came to ask a favour." You said nervously, your head staring straight, over the amount of time you have imagined this conversation playing out in your head.

"Shoot." He said simply, continuing the organisation.

"I know this sounds super weird," you started. "But I want you to have sex with me." You let out, well more blurted. Your head swung to the floor in embarrassment as you fumbled with your fingers.

"Excuse me?" He said, stopping what he was doing, his eyes feeling like they were burning holes into you.

"I-I want you to take my virginity." You confirmed, your eyes ever so slightly glancing up to his shocked appearance and you wished the world would swallow you whole. Of course he wouldn't be okay with that.

"Are you for real right now?" He inquired, a slight laugh in his tone that stopped when you nodded your head. The room fell silent.

"No..." He began as your cheeks flushed from extreme embarrassment. "Don't just have sex for the sake of it." He said softly shaking his head, his eyes now looking at you with a caring gaze.

"I'm not." You defended, he felt his heart pumping blood through his veins faster than ever before. "I want to lose it and i'm sick of waiting." You carried on. "Who better than my best friend." You asked sensitively. "Otherwise i'll just go to a bar and let the first guy who approaches me have it." You admitted, slightly ashamed. Fezco let out a long sigh. Your name fell from his lips.

"I don't know... I don't think it's a good idea." He began, his voice full of uncertainty.

"Why?" you doubted, watching his face struggle to reply, before realising he had no answer. "I want it to be you, Fez. I trust you." He leant back into the chair, completely disregarding the money as he brought a hand up to his beard to rub the skin against it. A battle in his mind. You looked back with innocent hope and he realised your heart was set on it. He stared back for a few moments before standing, you watched as he took a few steps to walk away and you worried things would never be the same again. But like magic he turned, his strong, large hand stretched out for you to take. He stood, strong and tall, his broad shoulders and biceps tense through his t shirt. There was a kind smile over his lips and you returned with a gleaming one, taking the hand without thought as he walked you down the hallway. Truth is, yes he was your closet boy friend, but you’d honestly had a crush on him since you could remember. He was kind, loyal and above all he protected those he loved. He was independent and brave and you admired him greatly for that. You just hoped he felt the same. He walked at a slow pace, you slowly being pulled behind him as you clutched onto his big fingers, coated softly with hair. He looked behind once, an expression on his face you've never seen before as he opened his bedroom door, leading your hand inside before letting go as he turned to shut the door.

Now you were both alone, in his room. The only light was coming from his table lamp, the blinds shut with some tiny pieces broken off as the streetlight flooded through them. You felt the ginger loom behind you, he brushed your hair gently over your shoulder, allowing access to your neck where he laid a soft kiss to the skin. You held your breath, so anxious to move as his hands went to your hips, rubbing the skin ever so slightly.

"Are you sure you want this?" He whispered delicately in your ear, your ears pricking to the sound. You felt his beard tickle your collarbone slightly as you nodded, a hum leaking from your mouth. After your confirmation, he continued to press open mouth kisses to your neck, slightly sucking and nibbling at the skin. You couldn't help the quietest of moans come out but you were hopeful he didn't hear it. His hands explored up your body, the palms of his firm hands grabbing onto your delicate breasts and squeezing ever so slightly before he removed them, running them under your top this time. You were skin to skin. Then he spun you around without warning, your head spinning from the movement and thrill. One hand moved to the back of your head as the other stayed on your waist, grabbing onto the skin. He pulled you close, dipping his head down to eye level so he could see you. "This doesn't mean anything okay?" He said, looking at you with hooded eyes, his pupils blown. "I'm just doing what you asked." The words stung but soon he leant in to kiss you. You kept up with his slow pace, his lips were soft and supple, his tongue was warm and wet as it swiped across your lower lip. You were in love with the feeling. This feeling. This moment. You thought. His hands brushed under your top, pulling it over your head as your breasts bounced back down to position. The male bit his lip in response.

"Damn.." He cursed under his breath as your hands moved to your face to cover your cheeks and mouth. "No, don't." He stated moving your arms away as he grabbed one breast in his hand massaging it gently as he kissed you again. His finger stroked over your nipple and you whined into his mouth, he loved the feeling. He pulled back, ripping off his grey printed t shirt and chucking it to the side in a hurry, his gold chain bouncing back down onto his chest. He returned to you now with neediness, his lips wet and kisses passionate. You felt him take your bottom lip in his teeth, giving it a small nibble before he let it go swiping it with his tongue to ease the pain. Both his hands were on your hips, your bodies pressed so close that your chest was against his. Your hands moved over to his broad shoulders, you held onto them tightly, pulling him into your with the strength you had. He broke the kiss, his neck moving to your collarbone as his hands travelled to your mini skirt. He undid the button with haste before doing the fly, shuffling the small piece of denim down your thighs as it dropped to the floor. Your arms didn't leave round his neck as you stepped out. His hands then went to your back, sliding down til he had cupped both cheeks in his hands, giving them a firm squeeze. You felt his voice rumble as an almost inaudible grunt came from his mouth, rippling to the skin of your neck. From where his hands were on your ass he moved them down ever so slightly to the back of your thighs were he pulled you up with such force you had no choice but to follow and wrap your legs over his middle.

He carried you closer to the bed then laid you down, opening your legs for him to sit between. He leant over you which you were grateful for as you were too shy of his gaze over your vulnerable body. His hand grazed down in between your legs as he moved a finger slowly to the area. "Fuck- You're so wet." He moaned as he trailed it downwards before slowly pushing it in without haste. His finger glided against your walls perfectly as your head swung back, pleasure washing over you.

"Fuck! Fez that feels so good!" You moaned out as he continued, his thumb moving to rub against your swollen clit.

"Just you wait." He laughed boyishly with a crooked smile plastered on his face. He continued a bit longer, edging you near to your orgasm until he grinded to a halt. Pulling his finger out of you he moved his hands down to his belt and undid the leather and gold accessory. He pulled it off with haste and then jumped to roll his jeans and boxers to the floor. He returned, fully nude as you marvelled at his large size. He must've noticed your worry as he then spoke again. "i'll start off gentle okay?" You nodded back nervously, swallowing the lump on your throat as he mounted you. Arms rubbing your soft thighs as you felt his tip nudge at where you wanted him most. He looked between you, placing a hand to your hip and holding you down as he guided himself to your entrance. "Take a deep breath." You nodded, looking up at him as he looked back through he lashes, his eyes full of lust and hunger and a pink tint across his cheeks. As you breathed out, he entered you, ever so slightly but you felt the stretch of your muscles.

"F-Fuck!" You let out in a shaky voice placing a hand to his chest that was hot to the touch. He leant slowly in more, your eyes squeezing shut from the stretch as he leant down to your ear.

"Shhh, it's okay. Try and relax." He said in a sultry tone, placing a kiss behind your ear before moving to your lips as they joined. You focussed on the kiss as he pushed further, breaking down all your barriers and eventually slipping entirely in. You moaned in pleasure, the feeling new and exciting to you as he slightly giggled to your lips. He carried on the kiss, moving his hips back ever so slightly before pushing back in again, one with you again. Your walls were tense around him as you felt every millimetre of his movement. "That's it. Good girl." he said, your body burning from desire with those two words. "I knew you could take it." You felt yourself become wetter and wetter as he began to move with more freedom his cock now sliding in and out of you with surprising ease. Moans filled your lungs, spilling out profanities as the coil in your stomach began to tighten, squeezing Fez til he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Uhh Fez!" You cried out, arms flailing to grab whatever you could, so you settled for his neck, holding him firmly with two hands before clawing at his back.

"Be quiet, Ash is next door." He interrupted, laughing softly into your ear. Your nails dug into his back leaving red crescents at the skin. "Fuck, you feel amazing." He groaned into you, his pace quickening.

"I-I think i'm close." You confessed shyly, your hands moving back to his neck. He peppered kisses all over your neck.

"Oh yeah?" He questioned before carrying on. "Cum for me." He whispered, his thrusts heavier and he reached new depths, your bodies bouncing against the bed as the head board slammed into the wall repetitively. Your body convulsed as you felt your walls clamp down on him but he didn't stop his thrusts. He continued to fuck you stupid. You pressed a hand to his chest, a slight layer of sweat covering the skin as you came rubbling from your high. That didn't stop him though, your orgasm then brought him to the edge as he continued his fucking on and on before stilling, pulling out as his cum shot ribbons all over your stomach. The moan that left his mouth was ungodly and you prayed you would hear it again. He rolled off to the side for a moment before grabbing a clean towel and wiping his milky white seed from your skin.

"That was- that.." You started, trying to catch your breath as you lay there next to each other naked.

"That was fucking hot." He finished for you. You rolled slightly to your side and rested a head carefully on his shoulder. You lay there for a couple moments, the sheets hot beneath you before he spoke up. “I don't mean to be rude, but I got some guys coming over in a bit and I don't want you to be here." He said, the words cutting like knives. Your heart stopped in your chest. You nodded going to get up to grab your clothes, moving to leave the house, before the flood of tears. "You know, maybe we can come to an arrangement?" The dealer said, hopping off the bed to put on his boxers. "Maybe a friends with benefits type thing?" He asked, lightheartedly as you pulled on your skirt. friends, yeah. that was exactly what you are, friends.

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His girl ✧ Fezco x reader

AN - Please give me a follow if you like, my page is only fezco fic and i don’t have any plan of stopping soon haha.

✎ Word count - 4,857

✩ Genre - Angst, Fluff

❀ Warnings - drug use, guns, sexual assault

The dealer pulled up to the apartment complex, driving past the gates and pulled down a small side road, turning the engine off. It was New years and you were excited. Mostly to have a fresh start but also because you looked sexy as fuck and were staying round Fezcos for the first time tonight. Earlier in the night you had noticed his eyes dancing across your bare skin, essentially undressing you with his eyes already. "Aight, me and ash gotta handle some serious business right now you know." He said turning in his seat to you and Rue in the back, before jumping out his drivers seat. "Who the fuck is this bitch?" You heard him ask as he approached Custer, coming out of earshot. They exchanged a few words in the December drizzle as the blonde was ordered over to the car. As she approached you got out, hopping into the passengers side to give everyone some more room. The freckled man came over to your side of the window and leant in.

"Ten, twenty minutes tops. Y'all just please stay in the car. no fucking funny buisness." He glanced your direction a coy smile on his lips. "cmon let's go." he said motioning to Ash who was already waiting by the car.

"Pease don't be long." you pleaded and he brushed your check with his hand for a very brief second that no one else saw.

"Promise." he said sweetly, soon turning round to enter the apartment.

"Hi i'm faye." The pale girl introduced herself, her voice coming out in a low pitch whine.

"Yo I'm Rue." She replied back, friendly. Then introduced you for you. You didn't join the conversation, watching in the wing mirror as you saw the male walk off, ash in tow behind him. You tapped the glass on the window, watching the raindrops dance on the pane the other side. "So uh how's your New Years going?" You heard Rue speak up out of seemingly nowhere.

"It's fucking New Years?" The blonde asked, shocked.

"i believe so." Rue responded, a lightness to her voice.

"I swear my boyfriend doesn't tell me anything." She complained, playing with something in her sock. You felt a twang of sorrow for the girl. Before long you heard the tap on an old mint tin against her acrylic nails.

"Uh I don't think you should be doing that." Rue blurted, uncomfortable. Rue mumbled out your name and you instantly knew she needed help. You whipped your head round to see her flicking a needle with her nails, watching it spout as the air bubbles came out.

"Oh my god." you said astounded. Rue immediately stiffened up and clung to you the back of your seat trying to get as physically far away as possible.

"Shut the fuck up you junkie bitch, you probably eat that gingers ass for oxys, or whatever the fuck your into." You felt your temperature rise and fists clench.

"Don't fucking talk about him like that!" You said going to grab the needle she was beginning to stick into her upper leg to throw out the window. In all the commotion you all failed to notice the figures coming towards the vehicle. In synchronicity you let out a piercing screech as you saw Faye, yanked backwards through the car window. Rue looked over to her with the same amount of fear but before you could process what was happening it happened to you too. The large hands dragged you to the neighbouring apartment, arms strapped to your body so the only thing you could move were your feeble legs. You battled and battled trying to trying to push him off but it was no use. You sandbagged, like a dropped weight in the ocean but it was no match to the mans muscle and he still managed to carry you to the stairway door. He pulled you inside, the cold concrete floors and walls felt clinical but there was nothing clean about that place. Mysterious marks and spills littered the area and you cringed at the thought. You were then tugged through the fire door, your terrified legs struggling to keep up with the mans purposeful strides. 'Please god let me be safe.' You wished as he unlocked the door and kicked you to the floor. Your hands whipped in front of you to brace the fall but it was no use, you had already come crashing onto the tiles, your head making a hard appearance. You moved quickly to sit up, taking in your surroundings as you noticed a familiar pair of sneakers in front of you. Your eyes darted up to see him, eyes soft but jaw clenched. He was angry. He let a hand fall towards you and once you had come round from your injury, you lifted a meek hand to grab it, letting him tug you up and quickly behind his large mass. Protecting you. You hurriedly brought your hands to his jumper clad arm and held onto it closely, nails digging ever so slightly from your anxiousness. You waited nervously, Fez shifted his weight to each foot as he on-looked the whole scene. The gangster then moved toward the stereo, lifting a large tattooed hand so simply press one button. Music quickly flooded your ear drums. Then you noticed Rue off to one side, eyes sunken and pale. She was fucked up but you could tell this whole ordeal was snapping her into reality, a small singular sweat drop ran down her creased forehead. "Right everybody, time to get naked. Cmon let's go." The thug uttered, walking back and forth throughout the kitchen. His glock was pointed to the floor but soon it was raised and looking each one of us between the eyes. Scanning us over. I winced at the thought.

"Obviously we're not wearing a fucking wire, you paranoid-" before Faye could finish, her head was slammed into the thin wall behind, instantly leaving a hole in the plasterboard. She sunk to the floor, defeated, her hair sloppily surrounding her face as she winced in pain. Your knees began to tremble.

"Hey!" Custer began before the same happened to him, smashing his head into the back

of the wall right where Ash had hit him before. Custer hastily began to remove his shoes. Fezco turned to his left to look down at you, your eyes merged together and you looked back, scared stiff as you gripped onto his navy blue knitted jumper tighter. He rested his hand flat to your thigh, to somehow offer some comfort but also to be able to push you behind him fully if anything were to happen. His eyes then swung back up to look straight. Custer swiftly started peeling his clothes off, first his t shirt and then his hands ran to unbuckle his belt. You looked down to the young boy next to you, he started with his hoodie before he was interrupted.

"Not you, no one wants to see a fucking 12 year old undress." You felt the ginger move from where you were behind him. "Put him in the closet." Ash began to put up a fight as he was dragged away, Fezco moving to interject.

"Woah hol' up-" He said angrily.

"Shut it!" The shouted as all the men rapidly lifted their guns to him, one aimed straight at your forehead. He took a deep breath then the ginger moved back the guns lowering as he went to pull his jumper and shirt off in one swift motion, dropping them to the floor. Your arms fell off his bicep as he did so, but quickly rejoined once he was done. You sent Rue a worried look who just looked back at you defensive, neither of you beginning to strip. The man continued dancing through the kitchen, like some old dude you'd see at a deadbeat bar. His weapon flailing around like it couldn't blow your brains apart. The freckled mans fingers moved down to his belt, unbuckling the brown leather accessory before he did his button and eventually his fly. He shuffled the denim at his hips a few times before they went to the floor and he stepped out the leg holes.

Then felt the circular barrel of the gun pressed to your temple.

"Hurry up you fucking slut! Get them off!" He exclaimed. Your lip trembled as your heart began palpitating, you were worried you might faint then and there if it wasn't for all the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Bruh, she's not part of this. Leave my girl out of it." You heart raced at those two words, my girl.

"Your girl? She looks like a fucking prossy to me." He laughed, his accent sounding twisted. "If you don't strip here, we're take her to the fucking back room, got it?" A shiver went down your spine at the thought.

Your bottom lip quivered and once again you lifted your eyes up to merge with Fezco's. His lips were slightly parted and there was a slight crease on his forehead. A shaky sigh left your mouth and he turned to fully face you. "Pretend it's just me, okay?" He whispered carefully in your ear as you buried into his warm neck, his large hands moving to the sides of your top to lift it up carefully. You nodded into him, shaky sighs leaving you lips as the tears began to fall, dripping onto his exposed chest. He soon succeeded letting the top fall before running his hands up your back to your bra strap. You closed your eyes tightly as his hands played with the clasp before it shot open and he slid it off your arms to the floor. Your hands were already at your chest, covering your vulnerable body as he moved down and unbuttoned your jeans. But before he could help them off, a strong hand seized you by the arm. You were torn from Fez's grasp and thrown into the room opposite, your hip slamming into the oak wood table as the gunman with long scraggly hair watched. "Taking too fucking long!" The leader screamed, stepping over to join where you had just been thrown.

"Yo yo yo!" The ginger interjected, before being met with a caliber stuffed under his tense jaw. He tried swallowing the lump in his throat but the gun was in the way.

"Get yo ass back down or I will fold yo shit!" You heard a man shout, pushing the gun harder into Fez's skin. "I will fold yo shit!" Fez swallowed his words, stepping back as his eyes followed onto you. You stood there clutching your chest with both hands and eyes closed before they shot open with a harsh slap the the face. You winced in pain. Tears now falling at a rapid speed. He jolted your body to turn over before forcing you down onto the table your ass now in the air. You feared the worst but lacked the ability to fend him off. He pulled down your jeans in one clean motion as you were defenceless to the whole apartment. Your red lace thong was displayed to the room, the one you chose for only Fez to see as you knew he loves red on you, but now you wished you had worn anything else. Tormented bellows leaked from your mouth that you tried to stifle, laying there, too ashamed to move as you prayed Fez didn't see the whole scene. He did.

"There, that wasn't so hard was it!" The thug squawked before landing a hard strike to your ass cheek. Your body froze at the movement as the sting rung though the layers of your skin to the muscle below. He walked back to the kitchen and it took a second or two to collect yourself, before dashing one hand down to pull your jeans up, whilst the other somewhat tried to cover your breasts. Once the jeans were up most the way you paced over to Fezco, standing in his white boxers with pain and guilt cursing his features. He pulled you tightly into him, covering your exposed body from the world as he swayed you gently back and forth to somehow soothe the suffering.

"It's over now." He whispered into your ear before placing a kiss at your hairline and going to pull your top over you again. You didn't bother with the bra, you couldn't stand one more second in that place, let alone naked to them. "let's do business." The dealer said as he shot you a caring look, walking into the living room in still just his boxers. Rue had now returned, her hair soaked and clothes wet too. You wondered what had happened to make her that way. Fezco spoke in the other room as you and Rue sat on the counter.

"Are they addicts?" The long haired lady asked, lounging in her recliner.

"They might fuck around but nah." He said, as slow as ever. You continued to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"So you trust them?" She countered.

"With my life." He replied, arms hung over his bare knees.

"Is the short one your girlfriend?"

"Yeah. nah. She's like my family." He said monotone as your eyes drifted over to join his. his head turned your direction. They met for a moment before you turned quickly away. Your cheeks heated up, upset with his choice of words. Why would he call you that? He's just called you his girl for gods sake. They continued on their conversation before you saw laurie get up.

"Sorry about all the hubbub guys, just being careful." she said monotone, no emotion behind her voice so you couldn't even tell if she was being genuine. She strode past you carrying a large suitcase before dropping it onto the table you had earlier been stripped on. Fezco kept up behind her, watching the ordeal whilst he was handed a stack off cash from the backpack Ash was holding. She unzipped the whole thing, the zipper cutting through the silent apartment like a knife as you realised the stereo had been turned down so far it was practically off. Must've been to lost in your own thoughts. He threw the cash over to the lady before resting his large bicep against the archway. She promptly zipped up the case as Ash moved over to carry it to the floor. Rue hopped off the counter, turning to egg you on to do the same, and you did. The ginger walked over to the floor, pulling on his trousers and doing up the belt. He turned to face you, his jumper and t shirt still in hand.

"Time to go." He stated, unravelling his clothes so he could put them on again, away from the new years icy breeze. Ash began hauling the suitcase down out the door as you chased after him, excited fo finally leave the apartment. Fezco exchanged a few more words before following behind with Rue. Your skin stung at the breeze, a complete polar opposite to the steamy apartment, or maybe it was just your heart rate that made the place feel so hot. Fezco was behind you in seconds, a gentle hand grazed across the small of your back, you flinched at the touch. He quickly removed it.

"Please don't touch me." You whispered sorrowful as you tapped down the stairs before out the door and nearing the car, Ash tossing the suitcase in the trunk. Fez spoke no words but a-

"Ash you're in the back."

"What the fuck? We're supposed to be partners!" He exclaimed angrily.

"Shut the fuck up and get yo ass in the back." Fez said not compromising. Ash groaned annoyed but followed his big brothers actions. Fez was annoyed at Ash's lack of understanding, but knew he had no clue what happened whilst he was locked in the closet, Fez felt grateful for that. Ash would've been too, if he knew what really went on. You didn't really know what was going on, far too fazed out, but Fezco had opened the passenger door and waited patiently for you to sit in. You hesitated before getting in, clutching your body so hard as if it was separate from you now. Fezco started the engine and sped off and soon you were on the highway once again. Your eyes glazed over as you watched out the window. Raindrops splashing sideways at your window from the acceleration. The music played quietly through the speakers.

"That was crazy!" Rue said happily in an excited tone from the backseat.

"Aye, why you acting like that shit was fun Rue. For real you pissin' me off!" He exclaimed. "Acting dumb as fuck right now. Goddamn, all similin' and laughin' and shit. You know half of that shit was your fault, too. Fucking around and shit too." Tears began descending down your cheeks and tapping onto your thighs. Fez glanced over his eyes shutting for a brief second as if when he opened them again this would all have been just a nightmare. Soon Fez pulled up to the party, rue jumped out instinctively.

"C'mon guys, let's go!" She said excitedly leaving the door open and running into the party. Fez glanced at you briefly before turning to Ash.

"Yo we'll come in a sec, don't wait up."

"Okay." he replied, content, then got out next before slamming the door behind this time.

"Do you want to go in?" He asked tentatively, his head cocked to the side as he turned the engine off, keys and phone in his lap. You brushed away your tears taking a deep breath before nodding.

"Yeah, just give me a sec." You answered. You looked up and wiped a hand under your bottom lashes to rid the withered black mascara.

"Take your time, baby." Fez responded, tapping his pockets to make sure he had everything. The word cut like a knife, baby, but you weren't his baby. You were his family, like he said. He leant over you, pulling out a blunt from the glovebox,

popping it behind his ear and then opening the car door, hopping out. He shut the door quietly before coming round the other side. You opened the door as the frame met his hand, he held it open, easing your access out the red vehicle. He latched his hand into yours as you walked into the party, music so loud it must've been heard 3 blocks away. The drug dealer walked you through the crowd, going the least busiest way possible and grabbed you both a drink on the way. He made you a vodka lemonade before grabbing a beer for himself then took you to his usual spot, on the outside furniture and sat down, lifting his leg furthest to you onto the table in front. You joined him, taking a sip from the perfectly made drink and slightly leaning into his presence. He wrapped his hand around your waist stroking it softly, before it brushed up your shirt, his cold rings stinging against your hot skin. You moved away, alerted as he shot you a concerned look. His heart ached at the feeling. 'what if you didn't trust him?' he thought. 'what if you never trusted him again.'

"I'm sorry." You blurted, eyes looking away as you placed your red cup on the table.

"Nuttin' to be sorry bout." He took his blunt from behind his ear, sparking in before putting his lighter away. He offered a couple drags and you accepted, taking the blunt with two fingers and bringing it to your lips, breathing in two tokes before exhaling. You did so a couple more times before handing it back. You stayed there for a while with him, he sold to a couple clients. Couple pills, couples grams and a 3.5 of weed. He was satisfied with that. Maddy came over soon after, gracing you with a hug and a kiss to the cheek. You were dying to spill all your worries onto her, but the business of the party and the fear it would damper her high, stopped you.

"Hey babes, how's the baddest bitch doing tonight." She greeted you, happily.

"Hey sexy, i'm so chill. How are you?" You lied, chewing tour lip to stop your emotional baggage from spilling.

"I'm fucking fuming right now, Nate just walked off to go chat to some bitch. Straight after he was saying how sorry he was." She complained, her hands coming up to point towards the crowd with her long acrylic nails.

"Fuck, babe. That's so not cool." You agreed, your eyes glancing at the people all crammed inside.

"Trust me, i'm gonna fucking kill him when he's done." You nodded in reply before she spoke again. "I gotta go find Cassie, i'll see you in a bit." She smiled, giving you a hug before walking away, strutting in her heels. Why would Nate ever treat a girl so beautiful, so shit. You thought before sitting back down.

"Fez.." You said in a soft voice, turning to face the gingers bright blue eyes. "Can we go now?" You asked meekly, fingers playing together.

"Sure." He said almost happily, giving you a comforting smile as he got up. He adjusted his navy jumper before taking your hand in his again. He took you through the house, leaving your mostly drunken drinks on the table outside as he took you back the direction you had previously come from. He walked past Ash on the way. "Yo bruh, we off, you coming?" He asked not letting his hand fall from yours.

"Nah, imma stay Mickeys tonight. He just got a reload of cali." He smiled, childishly.

"Aight, have fun." Fez nodded, placing one had to the kids shaved head before playfully pushing him away. You smiled at the action, seeing how much it annoyed Ash. Before you got the front door though, you were both interrupted. Your name fell out his mouth in a slimy tone, his footsteps lurking behind you both, like a snake hunting his prey.

"Where's my favourite little slut going?" He asked mockingly, a slur to his voice signalling he was intoxicated. Fez shot daggers to the tall boy as he began stepping closer.

"Watch it." Fez warned. Nate just laughed in return.

"Shut the fuck up Fez." He began. "I know you think you own her tight little pussy, but it was always mine first." He coaxed, continuing. "It was always my name she was moaning first." The words shocked and offended you and you were sure the ginger felt the same. Fez dropped your hand in a heart beat, peeling off his jumper to the floor and snatching a half empty bottle from the side and swinging it across Nate's head. He practically passed out from the impact. It didn't matter either way though as Fez was on top of him in second. Punching his face over and over with such force you were sure Nate skull was caving under the pressure. Your heart was palpitating as you watched the scene play out, the dealer continuing to smash his firsts into the football players face as soon onlookers turned to watch, screaming as the sight of blood pooling over his face was making him almost unrecognisable. Once you noticed he wasn't gonna stop you began to pull on Fez's arm. Yanking on his tense muscles as they continued to mutilate the boy.

"Fez! Fez! Stop!" You shouted, tugging on him to get off. He ignored your first couple of screams before slowing at the second. Jumping to his feet, he spat onto Nates lifeless and bloody body then grasps your fingers and began storming out, jumper in hand. As much as you hated Nate you really hoped he wasn't dead, with all those witnesses there, there was no way Fez would get away with murder, especially since his dad owned the whole town.

"Get in." He almost demanded in a calm tone, opening your door before dashing to the other side to hop in. He started the car promptly, then pulling out of the pebbled driveway. His car sped down the highway, the rain still not faltering as he drove with such aggression. Your words were lodged in your throat, you had so many questions but they just stayed in as you watched his bloodied hands on the wheel. His jaw was tense, eyes straight on the road which you were grateful for as you knew his mind was definitely running rampant. The car ride was completely silent, only the sound of rain shattering on the roof above. Soon you arrived back to his and he put the car in park, turning the keys to turn the engine off. His hands ran to his shaved head as he dropped his neck back to the headrest. "Fuck." He uttered out, a deep sigh leaving his chest as you watched it raise up and down. Remnants of Nates blood still across the t shirt, now starting to oxidise and brown. You watched him, slightly fearfully as the scene replayed in your mind, the look of hostility and malevolence on his face as he carried out the bloodshed. The smell made you sick to your stomach. He moved a freckled hand up to the handle, opening it before moving round to your side. letting the door shut by itself. He opened the door gentlemanly and held it open for you. You stepped into the rain that pattered down as he locked the car, guiding you ever so slightly to his front door. He unlocked the black metal gate, holding it open with his shoulder before opening the second door, walking in first as you followed behind. The door swung close as he began to lock them as you stopped walking, staring off into the abyss, far to deep into your thoughts. Once he was done locking up he walked towards you. "Wacha thinkin' 'bout?" He asked walking into the kitchen to the right and up to the sink. Your head sunk down.

"Nothing." You responded, untruthfully. Fez stripped of his stained t shirt, scrubbing his hands under the kitchen tap. The aid of dish soap to wash away all the fluid. The ginger looked up for his eyes to welder to yours.

"Miss, I don' believe that for a second." He let out in a softer tone, seemingly less angry. You felt yourself slightly ease at the sound. You followed into the kitchen and watched him finish, his eyes watching you a couple moments longer, waiting for an answer before going back to what he was doing. Knowing you weren't going to reply. A soft exhale left your full lips as he finished, going to dry his hands with a spare tea-towel. The back of his hip rested on the counter by the sink as he rubbed the material between his fingers. He was practically completely unscathed, only a small cut on his cheek which you presume was from a glass fragment that spun in the fallout, slashing his skin. He dropped the towel to the side, treading towards you, his chest bare. He lifted a hand steadily to your cheek, you could feel the presence but no contact was made. He was scared to touch you. Your brows were still furrowed together as you chewed your lip prior to leaning into his hold, letting his warm hand caress your icy, flushed cheek. "Tell me." He egged on, not letting anywhere else touch you but his thumb slowly brush your face. His pinky ring met your earlobe where it froze for a second before brushing past. You let out a unsteady breath before talking.

"I'm thinking about what you said at Laurie's, or whatever her name is." You said defeated, eyes glancing down at his freckled covered, hairy chest. His pecks in particular catching your attention.

"What you mean?" He asked, genuinely perplexed.

"You called me your family." You responded, somewhat deflated at the thought.

"Oh baby, that's because I can't have Laurie knowing what you are to me. What you mean. She'll use you to get to me. Like my weak spot." He said softly, his neck angling downward to be eye level with you. His Blue spheres melting into you with compassion and care, through his thick lashes.

"Really?" You inquired in a little voice. Looking back at him, eyes dotting back and forth between his, looking for uncertainty.

"Yes." He nodded, short and sweet before pressing a kiss to your forehead, his body closer than it was before. You took the opportunity to snake a hand under his lifted arm and hold onto his back, ever so slightly tugging him closer. The soft hairy skin hot under your touch. He moved at the embrace, the hand on your face moving to your back as the other tucked your head tightly into his neck. "C'mere." He cooed, as you became undone under his touch. "I won't let anyone hurt you again."

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Confessions ✧ Fezco x Reader

A/N - Can someone pls tell me how to add a keep reading lol i’ve forgotten and i can find it online, on mobile btw thank you!!!

✎ Word count - 3,413

✩ Genre - Fluff, gets a little steamy lol

❀ Warnings - Mentions of sex

Fez was never good with words. He always struggled to put how he was feeling in his heart exactly in the right vocabulary. He always spoke with purpose, never saying anything he didn't completely believe or not mean. He was completely impeccable with his word. As your relationship developed though, he struggled to settle with just hugs and kisses, he yearned to tell you more. To tell you the truth. To tell you he thought you made his world rotate and the sun come up every morning. To tell you he trusted you with his life and loved you more than it. To tell you he wanted you forever and even after that. But for him, it was just so hard. Since he was born he always lacked physical touch, he lacked being told he was loved even more. So once he had grown up, all these things were a struggle to him. All the more when you entered his life, giving him new meaning and experiences every second you were around. Though tonight he decided it would have to change. You knew it was difficult for him, giving him plenty of time to say what he needed, unfortunately he didn't know that though. The knock on his door shook him out of his affectionate thoughts and he knew the sound off by heart. He rushed over to the door, opening it with ease to see you there, sheltering yourself with your hoodie from the Californian downpour.

"hey!" you greeted cheerfully, a paper bag of takeout in your dripping hand. He smiled, shyly as he let you inside, you immediately stripping off the damp clothes. He watched you as you dropped the bag onto the couch before going over to him to give him a hug. He almost accepted at first before pulling away quickly.

"Nah get off you're soaked!" He laughed, pulling away with out hesitation, a huge smile now growing on his freckled face.

"What do you mean? i'm dry as a desert." You replied back, laughing. Then shaking your head side to side like a kanine making all the raindrops run down your hair to the ends, splashing him.

"yo, hold up a minute! stop!" He raised his voice, lunging to the side to get away from the fallout. He began pacing away from you but you weren't gonna let him get away that easy. A mischievous look on your face as you strode after him again, trying to wrap your soaked through body around his. You made a lap or two around the 70s decor room before he had a enough. "Right that's it!" He decided, crouching down in front of you and before you realised, picking you straight up in a fireman's lift and throwing you over his broad shoulder. You waist was tickled by his firey beard as your whole weight was taken by him.

"Fez! Put me down!" You giggled, punching light fists into his back. Grabbing onto his white tee.

"No chance." He treaded through the house making a b line for the bathroom. He plonked you delicately on the tiles, a playful smile littering his lips and he leant past you for the shower head. A gasp left your throat but before you could say anything he'd turned the dial and you were now being coated in threads of ice cold water.

"No!" You shouted a grin plaster on your face as you tried to wrestle the shower head of him. He just laughed back at you, with a firm grip on the weapon.

"Do you submit?" He interrogated, the curl on his lips not faltering for a second.

"Yes! Yes! Please stop!" You pleaded, hands in front of your face to somewhat stop it from drenching you more than you were before. He let out a chuckle as he turned the dial back to zero and swung back round to see the damage. There you stood, head to toe with hair that had grown a good length and see through clothes that clung to your body in crescents. He looked you up and down, noticing he could slightly see your areoles through your saturated tee and he'd be lying if he said he didn't take a mental picture. A small wash of guilt washed over him as he saw your shoulders tense up, arms crossed over your body as your teeth began to chatter away. "Let's get you in some warm clothes." He smiled, handing you a towel before leaving the room briefly. you quickly covered yourself with the old, slightly grey cloth. The fibres quickly sending a chill down your spine before beginning to feel warmer. He returned with some boxers and a tee, placing them down on the only part of the counter that was dry and then turning to you. He rubbed his large freckled hands up and down your sides to help warm you up slightly before you both stop. He takes the towel from your grasp and you go to strip your t shirt off. The material is heavy and adheres to your curves but you shortly win the battle. He watches over you, not blinking as he watches you remove the shirt. His eyes nervously watching as your breasts bounce at the motion. "Shit.." He curses quietly under his breath, his eyes lay low and you watch his curled eyelashes blink once, his face full of admiration and desire. You just shake you head as you take the towel from him again, rubbing over your body before he takes it back without words. You grab the spare grey tee, pulling it over your head now you were dry and pulling your damp hair out the back. His eyes burn holes, making sure to watch your chest for as long as possible before it was covered up again.

"My eyes are up here!" You joke, afterwards you take off your jeans and pants, him sheepishly spinning around to give you somewhat privacy. He was afraid he crossed a line. "It was a joke Fez." You laugh, putting on his clean, white boxers as he turned back around, you now fully dressed. A smile adorns your lips and he mirrors you perfectly. "Let's eat that food before it gets cold." You say, moving towards the door as you notice his tongue peeping through his teeth. He follows behind you quickly as you jump on the couch. ripping open the bag on your lap as he sits next to you politely. You share the food equally, lying your heads back with hands on your stomach at the indulgence. The dealer turns on the remote, selecting some random action film on a channel as you cosy up. He instinctively places an arm around your shoulder and you hold his large hand. He presses a kiss to your temple, then check and you flush at the touch, his lips transferring a fuchsia glow to you. You were drawn closer, folding into his lap so you could lay your head on his warm thigh, covered in his sweatpants.

"You warmer now?" He asks briefly, rubbing small circles in your palm as his other hand was gently resting in your hair.

"Not thanks to you." You laugh lowly, thankful you were in dry clothes again.

"Stop playin." He adds before you go back to silence, the only sounds playing from the tv. He held you close, treasuring the feeling of your head resting on him, your small, soft hand held by his large warm ones. He traces your hands down to brush along your exposed thigh. He couldn't focus on the film, but only you and how much he adored you. He couldn't keep his hands off. Afterwards he bring your hand up to his mouth, where he takes your hand in both of his. Your elbow bent for ease of position. Lightly, he pulls it up to his lip where he lays a few light kisses along your knuckles before he keeps it there, his breath streaming down though your knuckles and down the back of your hand like veins.

"Fez baby, are you okay?" You ask sensitively but tired in a velvety calm voice. A voice like music to his ears.

"Uh yeah." He replies, confused as to why you'd pick up on anything.

"It's just you're being so clingy tonight." You laugh softly, not hating the feeling.

"Oh shit was I? Do you want me to stop?" He asks a slightly sad flicker in his voice. His body tensing up as he moves your hand away from his lips.

"Not at all." You reply quickly pulling both your arms into your chest to keep him close as his spare one dropped down again. You lay some kisses to his hand this time. lightly over every auburn freckle you could see. He relaxed into the movement, a sigh leaving his chest.

"There's sommin I wanna tell you." He admits gingerly, tagging your name onto the end. He sits there, heart pounding in his chest as he deepens his breaths, trying to calm his heart rate.

"Sure baby." You return, in a tranquil tone. You could feel his nervousness but didn't want to push him.

"It's just I-I.." He stuttered, trailing off. The words seemingly caught in his throat. He cursed himself for not making a plan before hand. He sighed again as you began to rub him soothingly to calm his nerves.

"Don't worry baby, you can take your time." You eased his worry as he let out another sigh frustrated with himself. Now annoyed, in a pleasantly subdued manner he lifts you up so your now sat next to each other again. He waste no time in pulling your legs over his and leaning into your lips. You were surprised at the action but quickly melted in to him. His speckled hand came up to your face, holding you firmly as you kissed tenderly and slow. His cold, gold rings stinging your inflamed cheeks. He passionately moved his lips and swiped your bottom lip a few times. He then moved his hand to your waist pulling you so you were straddling on his lap as he tugged you into his hold, your bodies aligned as one. You could tell what he was trying to say. You always knew how his mind worked about this thing, he could show his love but struggled to say it. Struggled to say all the deep and emotional things he felt inside him as he never learnt how. You tried to put his mind at ease with a "Fez it's okay, I know." You cooed. You knew he cared for you, you knew he loved you. Yes you would love to hear it, but if it was too painful for him to say, you didn't mind his lack of words. He looked back, his brows knotted together and a pained look on his beautiful face. His lips were pink and swollen in a small frown. You looked back with a sad and worried smile, watching him closely. His eyes drew glossy as he shook his head, unsatisfied. He moved in again, pressing his forehead to your own and kissing harder this time, with more aggression. His hand grabbed on to your upper back as the length of his forearm ran down your spine, trying to hold you as closely as possible. He soon carried you into the bedroom, Your legs wrapped around his middle as he lovingly put you in his sheets. Your contact not breaking for a second. You'd never seen him like this, so tender and unravelled. You feared what was running through his mind, was he safe? You kissed him back, matching his passion and longing. He then lay down, pulling you on top of him as he went to your neck smothering you in kisses.

"Baby I-" He breathed for a second, his head still tucked into your neck. He let out a disheartened groan so you pulled a hand up to stroke his shaved head. The groan rumbled through his chest into your neck, you could feel his frustration. You knew how much this meant to him but also the torment it put him through. He continued to intensely kiss you all over, his arms holding you so tight like some how you'd drift away. You pulled away and he looked up at you, a perturbed look across his face. His big blue eyes looking at you through his thick long lashes, full of concern. Your heart ruptured at the view.

"Shhh.. my love." You whispered. His eyebrows slightly dropped from there agitated state and he relaxed, defeated. His head then almost dropped before you lifted it again with one hand. You kissed him with care one last time before shuffling across the bed and pulling his head onto your chest. His weight was heavy but you didn't mind, you ached for the feel of him trusting you and having all his walls pulled down. He melted into the embrace his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you securely as you cradled his head with both arms, slowly stroking him to ease his worry. "Shhh, baby. I got you." you hushed. He demeaner was sorrowful and you could almost hear his heart snapping. It took years off your life to hear the sound. He lay in your warmth his tears welling up in his eyes but he didn't let them descend. He praised you for what you did to him, how far you had got through his hard exterior. Soon you both fell asleep as you lulled him sincerely to rest.

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A few hours later your eyes fluttered open, you shifted an inch or two before noticing the bed was too spacious. You were alone. You flipped your body to find the sheet unaccompanied. A frown dropped onto your face and you thought for a moment. Your body flashed back to the night before, his desperate kisses and hungered touch. Dread set in and you rushed to get up before you noticed a slip of paper on the bed beside you. You sat up noticing the paper had your name with a small heart next to it in Fezco's sharpie handwriting. You picked it up quickly opening the note to find a page long letter. Your eyes sprinted to read it.

"To my love,

There's no minute that passes where you’re not in my mind. No second where I don't want you in my arms and no lifetime where I'm not meant to be with you. You mean the world to me and I hope one day your able to see yourself through my eyes. You're kind, smart, humble, funny and a better person than anyone I know, me included. I know I struggle to find the words what to say but I just need you to know you have my entire heart. Every single cell of it. I will always be yours in this life and the next. I love you tremendously now and forever,

Fezco.”

Your heart began running marathons, racing like it's life depended on it and you brought a hand up to your chest. You felt so overwhelmed you could faint and so filled with love you could cry. Your eyes had already began dotting droplets that shot to the page like knives and you quickly moved the paper from causing anymore damage to the sheet. You processed the letter for a moment before knowing you needed to find him. You needed to tell him the same. You shot up from the bed, still dressed in his boxers and tee and dashed down the hardwood floor to the kitchen. The room was quiet, undisturbed. The streetlights flooded through the blinds, lighting it up enough for you to see Ash lounging on the floral couch.

"Yo Ash where is he?" You asked hurriedly. A hand unconsciously going to your mouth to bite your nails, to somehow relieve your worry.

"He's uh... out doing business." Ash said, not seemingly matching your anxiousness.

"What do you mean? He didn't tell me about any of that." You pried, walking closer to the child. His eyes moved up from his phone, the brown circles looking innocently into your own.

"It's just some hand over or somin’, nothing to worry about." Ash lied, his eyes dotting back down to allow himself to say those untruthful words. You nodded, eyebrows still merged together as you sat on the sofa opposite him, body tense and your nails corroded.

"When's he back?" You asked. He swiped his iPhone screen to see the time before replying.

"Not long, maybe 20." The minutes felt like hours, sat here watching the clock tick, some stupid tv show playing on the TV that you tried to focus on but couldn't. You heard a shuffle behind the door, your body jolted to stand up as you gave it your whole attention. Ash did the same. You heard the gate clatter and open before the handle to the door dipped and moved towards you. You saw his foot first, a black trainer step into the house. Your eyes moved upward to where he was as you ran to him quickly.

"Fez!" You cried, jumping onto him before he had time to shut the door behind him. He quickly made eyes with his brother before throwing him the black knitted balaclava that was behind his back. Now hidden from you. He then softened into your embrace his eyes closing as he moved his hand you comfort you. "Baby i love you." leaked out of your mouth. "Where were you? You had me so worried." You whined into him, his skin slightly flush from the outside.

"I had to take care o' somin, it's okay now." He sighed. "Let's go back to sleep." Ash got up from behind you as you continued to embrace, Fezco sending him a nod to go back to his room. You pulled slightly away as you heard the click of Ash's door and soon noticed the crimson liquid, dried over the back of his hands.

"Baby.." You trailed off, looking up at the ginger in front of you. He looked down to see what you were referring to before one hand went to the back of his nape to scratch it nervously.

"Nah It's cool." He said, then knowing you weren't satisfied with his answer as a concerned look danced over your appearance again. "It's not mine." He watched as you chewed your lip to the side, taking a deep breath before nodding ever so slightly. "Now cmon, you go to bed i'll get washed up and come join you." You swallowed the lump in your throat before turning slowly, lazily walking back into his room and lying on the now icy sheets. You spread out unenthusiastically, thinking. 'what was he up to?' 'where had he gone?' 'why didn't he tell you?' Your contemplating thoughts were interrupted by a click off the door and him gently moving a hand to your legs so he could get in. You wasted no time in clinging to him, wrapping both arms around his neck as he practically yanked you to lie on him. His warm weight beneath you.

"I missed you, please don't do that again." You pleaded, kissing into his neck as the curtains now slowly started to lighten with the morning sun rising.

"Sorry ma, it won't happen again." He smiled softly, graciously having you in his arms again as he wished he never had to leave. His mind wondered for a moment. "Did you find the uh.." You interrupted, going straight to the point.

"Yes." You said caressing your lips across the male again, arms running over his body with care. "It was so, so beautiful baby, i feel the same way.” You whispered delicately in his ear before placing a kiss behind it.

"For real?" He asked, almost mockingly with his voice above a whisper.

"Of course, but let me show you." You smiled, moving to lay a lustful kiss on his small sweet lips. Deepening it til you could go no further. You showed him all the love he needed that night. You showed him how he should be respected, praised and adored. Just how he had treated you the whole time. He felt closer than he ever has before, with you that night, now knowing one day he had to make you his wife.

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I missed this ✧ Fezco x Reader

AN- Hiii this is my first Fezco oneshot any feedback is appreciated. Hope you like! シ

✎ Word count - 2,611

✩ Genre - Angst, Fluff

❀ Warnings - None i believe, let me know if you think I should add some

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"yo don't touch nothing. Don't talk to y/n or ash and don't go in my fucking room" Fezco announced.

"okay." The blonde replied, sitting on the step. Fez made a glance towards you as you on-looked the whole scene, arms crossed over your chest. Fez sat at the table, holding his food in both hands before turning his attention away from you to Faye.

"Do you want some of my sandwich?" You processed the situation in a beat then huffed, getting up from your stance and storming out the house. Your mind was filled with a burning rage, you don't know at who or what but couldn't help blame Fez a little. You see since he had randomly walked through the front door with Faye following behind him, her quickly lounging across the entire sofa like she owned the place, your blood had been boiling. The situation between you and Fez rising and rising, you didn't know how much further it could go.

“Who the fuck is that?”

"Hey i'm Faye." she moaned out in a slow voice, her shorts so short you could see the lace of her underwear.

"No i mean what the fuck is she doing here, Fez?" You said in a more angered tone. Ash wondered out his room and down to the living room, he grabbed himself a bowl of cereal, before pulling out a wooden chair and dropping down onto his. His brows were angled as he overheard the conversation. Faye looked around, clueless but unapologetic. The bearded ginger said nothing but titled his head to the side, gesturing to his room. He paced pass you, no eye contact as your eyes followed his movement. Once you saw him entirely submerged into the room you fully turned to walk after him. Straightening yourself out so you wouldn't submit to his arguing. He sat there on the side of the bed, knees spread as always and his elbows resting on his large thighs as his freckled hands grazed together. You walked in firmly, stopping a second before turning the door to set it shut. Once the door clicked Fez opened his mouth.

"Custer asked to pick her up, the cops are after her." He blurted, eyes moving up to meet yours as he stayed sitting.

"But why didn't you tell me and Ash?" You asked firmly, your hands coming up to express your confusion. "Why didn't you ask how we'd feel about it." you added. "Did you not think how it would make me feel to see you bringing home some random half naked girl, walking around with her ass out!" You argued, more annoyed by the second.

"Baby, i don't have no fucking choice." He said raising his voice as he stood up from where he was sitting, a good metre between your bodies. You heart ached as he pleaded but what hurt more was his lack of consideration.

"You could have let me know!" You tried keeping your voice low but it was no use, you were too hostile.

"Baby i'm telling you, i had no choice!" He countered and you sighed starting to go back out into the living room. The man brought a hand up to stop you but only grazed your arm with his hand as he let out a "cmon ma." You shrugged him off as you went to sit with ash for a moment.

"You and Fez alright?" He asked innocently, continuing to spoon the sugary pieces into his mouth.

"Yeah kid, don't worry about it." You said scruffing his short brown hair and going onto your phone for a moment. You instinctively went to text Maddy what had happened, you thought about texting Rue but she had a lot on her plate right now and you knew Maddy would instantly side with you, no matter the situation.

♠

That brings you back to now. You stormed out the house and contemplated the last two weeks since Faye came to stay. They went by painfully slow, you've never felt such a strain on yours and

Fezco's relationship before. You hardly spoke except for when he left for work to the gas station or when he needed to do some drops. His face stayed monotone as always, almost like when you first met him. It wasn't exactly sadness, just a fatigued and bored spirit. It hurt to see and you knew it pained him to not be cuddling each night, kissing you all over and of course feeling himself inside you. You moved a hand down to your pocket, pulling out a fresh pack of straights and popping up the top. You struggled to pull the first out with your freshly manicured nails but soon succeeded and hunted to get a lighter out your back pocket. You flicked the wheel a couple times before the flame shot up and set the cigarette alight. You jumped at the sound as you heard someone step out the house and shut the gate behind them. "Ash i'm fine, kid." You said a somewhat relaxed voice, taking another drag from your cig before exhaling, not bothering to turn around.

"It's not Ash." He said, voice as deep as ever and you shot round to see him standing out the door gingerly. You sighed out a puff of smoke as you watched him slowly inch closer. Your body ached for his touch and you know he was still jealous of the other night he saw you getting hit on by some guy. let's set the scene.

♠

It was a usual Saturday night party. Fezco had dragged you and ash to the party to terminate all possibility of a fight breaking out between you and Faye. He knew it would not be a fun atmosphere to live in, although it wasn't like the one that was currently going on was anything less than awful. Fezco sat in his usual place, outside on the garden furniture as you went inside to socialise. I mean you didn't get dressed up for nothing right. The drive over was painful and slow, all you could focus on was how Fez hadn't said anything about the way you looked, which was unlike him as even before he was a romantic interest, he would compliment you. Even if it was your hair, your dress, your shoes or even your makeup. As soon as you entered the party you veered away from the two boys to do your own thing and that was exactly what you did. You danced to the loud booming music for a while, getting lost in the feeling of letting your hair down for once as you made invisible glances over to the male sat down. You just wanted to check if he was watching you or if he'd walked off or something. You made a couple more looks before seeing him distracted with a female client. You practically stopped what you were doing as you watched, she slightly bent down, leaning to whisper something in his ear. You couldn't see his reaction, her curves covering your view but your attention was soon withdrawn from the dealer. A young man had shuffled into your personal space, placing a hand on your waist as you continued dancing. He greeted you kindly with your name and a warm hello before hand.

"Oh hi, sorry do i know you?" You asked, beginning to slow your dancing at the contact of his hand against your dress.

"Uh yeah, i'm Jack. We used to have biology together?" He said shyly moving closer so you could hear him over the sound waves.

"Oh of course!" You laughed, lying to him. If Fezco was gonna make you jealous you were gonna do the same.

"You look really beautiful tonight, i'd love to get you a drink." He smiled. You thought for a moment.

"Oh thank you." you smiled continuing, little did you know Fezco was now weaving up towards you. "Yeah a drink would be lovely." Jack nodded turning to lead you into the kitchen before you felt a firm hand on your forearm.

"We're going." He stated, no softness in his voice or expression.

"But.." you began before the freckled man intervened.

"I said, we're going." You knew he was angry, he doesn't ever cut you off unless he was about to blow up and an argument in the middle of a party everyone your school was at, did not seem like the right time. He pulled you through the whole crowd, never loosening his grip on your arm til you were out the front door and onto the grey driveway pebbles. Meanwhile Jack had finally reached the kitchen.

"You should try this it's my favourite-" He drifted off as he turned around, you not there behind him. A few people turned, curious as to the boy who seemingly was just talking to himself.

"Get in the car." He demanded, opening the passenger side of the backseat with Ashtray already sitting in the front. You gave him an annoyed stare, bending down to hop in his red vehicle. Once your legs were tucked in, he slammed the door violently, your ears shuddered at the sound. His music played quietly in the background as he sped back home. You hated seeing him like this but what did you expect? He was always very easy to wind up when it came to this sort of thing. Soon he pulled up to his house, putting the car in park as he handed Ash his leftover pills and money to go count inside. You got out next, pulling your skirt down as it rode up on the way home and beginning to walk down the path that lead to his front door. Ash was two steps ahead opening the door for you to follow in. Once inside he walked off to his bedroom. When Fezco came in behind you, he didn't stop the door from swinging shut, the metal frame slamming so hard it probably woke up all the neighbours. "What the fuck was that about?" He raised his voice, exasperated.

"What do you mean?" You asked, playing dumb.

"You and that fucking guy! He was all over you! Why the fuck you doing this to me!" He argued back.

"You know if it's the guy you're worried about, he's probably just trying to get in her pants." Faye rudely added, voice slowly dragging out and she lay, sprawled out over the couch as always. Joint in between her overfilled lips as she took a long drag. Your lips slightly parted as you and Fez, looked over to Faye before back at each other again. A slight glimpse of annoyance on both of your faces.

"Bedroom, now." He ordered, striding past you with one of his arms slightly jolted your shoulder in his swift movement. The barge splashing an expression of annoyance over you and you followed straight after him. After you stepped in he shut the door behind, a small distance between the both of you. "Why you acting like you don't know what you fucking did?" He pressed, his bright blue circles burning into yours. "It's not fucking cool."

"He's a fucking friend Fez, he offered me a drink. that's all!" You interjected tired of the arguing, arms crossed.

"I don't fucking care, you meant to be my fucking girl and you entertaining him and shit!" You sighed, unable to give a proper answer and did not want to bring up all the Faye problems again. "Fine, i'll sleep on the couch tonight." He uttered, moving over to the wardrobe to pull out a spare blanket and pillow.

"Oh hell fucking nah! You ain't sleeping in there with her across the fucking room, are you crazy!" You shouted back, burning up again. "I'll fucking sleep there." Your brows sewed together, looking back to the tall man who stopped what he was doing.

"Nah, you sleep here. I'll sleep in ashes room." He stated in an angry tone, still grabbing the spare items before moving to the front door. You stood by it for a few seconds longer, not allowing him to go before he raised an arm to the handle. He made no eye contact as he did so, so you obediently moved out the way for him to leave. He didn't mutter a good night as he left although you prayed he would, as even after all your other arguments he still wouldn't fail to wish you good night, i guess this time was different. You got fully undressed and took all your makeup off, not bothering to brush your teeth as you had too much on your mind right now and couldn't bare to see Fez's face. It took you far to long to sleep that night, cuddled up in Fez's sheets alone, although the past two weeks you hadn't been intimate, not even cuddling in bed, you still found comfort of his warm presence, next to you and the dip in the mattress every time he got in. You soon drifted into your slumber which brings you to present day, just as Fezco came to join you for your cigarette.

♠

"I think we need to talk." the male claimed, eyes not leaving yours for a second as they slightly squinted from the Californian sun.

"What about?" You questioned sheepishly, continuing to smoke as you again broke the eye contact.

"Last night." He responded, matter of fact.

"Go on." You continued.

"I'm gonna be honest wit you. It really hurt me seeing you with that guy." You sighed, guilt washing over you. "I didn't mean to get angry, I was just jealous." He admitted, his head moving off to look at the scenery before turning to you for a reply. You paused for a moment before responding, throwing the butt of your cigarette to the floor.

"Yeah, I thought that would happen to be honest. I'm sorry for doing that." You sucked in your lips with shame before letting them pop out again. "i was just still so angry about Faye, I hate what she did to our relationship. I just want it to be the way it used to." You moped, voice now softening. The ginger stepped closer moving your shoulder so you were now one on one.

"Baby, Faye has nothing to do wit us. We let her affect our relationship. Plus before we know it she'll be back with Custer and it'll be just you me and Ash again." He smiled softly, a sympathetic look on his face.

"Yeah i guess you're right." you replied, defeated as you leant into him for a hug which he gladly excepted, burying your head into his neck as his gold chain stung cold against your cheek.

"You kno i'm right." He said proudly tipping his neck down to see your face better. His beard tickled you slightly as you slid one hand toward the nape of his neck, just where the hair began to thicken. You tiptoed upwards finding his lips against your own and pressing a soft kiss to them. He followed suit, affectionately following your actions as he brought his large freckled right hand you to your cheek to hold you still. You carried on for a few tender moments before pulling away. "Fuck did I miss this." He sighed, his eyes bore lovingly back into your own.

"Well there's no way your not sleeping in a different bed to me again." You declared softly scratching the back of his neck as he swayed carefully.

"good by me, ma." a asymmetric smile crossing his lips, his pink tongue making a shy appearance.

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