cripcross

[cripcross]

LATE PAYMENT.

🔞 this post contains mature themes. mature audiences only, minors do not interact. ageless/anonymous accounts that interact with my account will be blocked.

pairing: dark!post-outbreak!joel miller, afab!reader 😇 warnings: DARK THEMES: DUBCON! (straight porn), p in v sex, creampie, unprotected sex, joel is manipulative and mean, gunplay, slight predator/prey dynamic, reader is described to be shorter than joel, unspecified age gap, pure filth. summary: you're late with a payment and joel isn't too happy.

Everything seemed to be graying.

Losing life, losing potential. It was a continuous cycle. The streaks of dried blood on the cracked pavement, the run-down buildings, the cries of people in need, the dead bodies dumped into fires. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Endless amounts of fear coursed through your veins. Eyes wide, meekly gazing up at the towering figure above you. Stronger, calloused hands grasped at your sides, digging the cold metal of a gun barrel deeper into the side of your head. He cornered you into the back of an alley, with ease, behind one of the many deserted buildings in the QZ.

Joel Miller. His presence, alone, was intimidating. The man you admired from afar. Seeing him work around the QZ, never taking a moment to waste his time. He was a smuggler who didn't fuck around. Joel―the same man was who holding a fucking gun to your head, right now.

"You're seven short. I gave you a week. The fuck 're the rest of the cards?" He snapped, in an unforgiving tone. Joel's inky, rage-ridden eyes stared down at you, with an almost predatorial gaze.

Fuck.

The ration cards.

After making the poor decision to purchase pills from Joel and be late with your payment, the unmistakable feeling of regret began to pitch in. The pills weren't even for you. It was for your neighbor junkie who took advantage of your kindness.

Did Joel give a fuck? No.

His anger was a ticking time bomb. He was getting fed up with your antics. "You know how to fuckin' speak? I asked you a question. Stop fuckin' about and answer." Joel spat. The metal pressed harder against your skull, making you let out a small whimper of pain.

Glancing up with a blank stare, your first instinct was to plead with stumbles and stutters. "Please... p-please, Joel. I'm sorry."

Still pressing the cold, metal barrel of his pistol against your skull, Joel used his free hand to roughly grab your jaw. "How fuckin' pathetic. Think you can beg ya' way outta this? Jesus, you really are a dumb slut." His words cut deep, deep down to the crevice between your legs.

Thousands of possible options to free yourself flowed through your mind. Kick him. Punch him. Scream. Yell. With the smallest amount of hope, you pitifully attempted to move. Joel's grip on your jaw tightens and he presses your head back against the chipped, alleyway wall. "'m serious. 'm this close to blowin' a fuckin' hole in your head." Joel warned in a low tone.

One more potential option that rids all self-respect―take Joel by surprise and kiss him. A silent plea for a second chance. A second chance for your life and for the wet spot in your panties. Sex is majority of what men want as a payment. What makes him different?

Without thinking of repercussions or consequences, you lean up as much as he possibly allows you and press a soft kiss to Joel's lips. A fucking fantasy in your head makes you believe that Joel kissed you back, for the most imperceptible second, even though he ripped away from you in a heartbeat.

You could've sworn that your unexpected actions caused a look of surprise on Joel's face, for a brief moment, before his steeled expression took over, once again. "Fuck is wrong with you?" Joel had a grim look in his eyes. His fingers dug into your cheeks, physically forcing your head upward.

Awaiting your response, a specific thought clicked, deep inside of Joel's mind. "Should fuckin' shoot you, but that ain't what you want, huh, sweet girl?" He murmured huskily, before taking your silence as a chance to speak again. "You want me to take you right here, in this fuckin' alley? Use your words and speak to me properly." Joel said.

"Yes, I want it... I want you." You find yourself nodding, almost in a desperate manner. Joel has a deranged, half-smile plastered on his face. He removes his hand from your face and aimlessly tosses his pistol to the cracked, concrete ground, not faraway from one of the nearby dumpsters. "'Course you do. Seen me around the QZ, practically needin' your pussy to be filled by me, hm?"

As Joel rambles, he undoes his belt, lets his boxers and jeans pool at his boots, and allows his crown jewel to spring free. His cock is girthy and long, with a vein running from his shaft to his throbbing, leaky tip. You blink, admiring his cock, in all its glory. Fuck, he was big. With an uninterested expression, Joel nods toward the pants you were still wearing. "Hurry up and take your fuckin' pants off." He orders.

Spending a moment to clumsily strip your bottoms off, Joel has a stern gaze on you, the entire time. Once done, Joel takes a single step towards you. "Jesus, you're fuckin' soaked." He mumbles. His stronger hands grasp on to your waist, lifting you with ease and pressing you against the wall. Now, Joel has you sandwiched between him and the cracked, alleyway wall.

In this new position, you have an unspeakable urge to kiss Joel, but you know that he'd fucking hate that. He runs the tip of his cock along the sopping, puffy slit of your cunt, mixing his pre-cum with your juices. He softly slaps the tip of his cock against your clit and without wasting another second, Joel pushes his member in, in, and in. The soft sound of your wet pussy squelching around his cock is enough to drive Joel mad. He's stretching your cunt and, fuck, it burns. "So tight..." Joel grunts.

One hand of his is placed firmly on one side of your waist, and the other on your ass. He's slowly kneading the skin without thinking. You let out a small whimper, feeling his leaky tip gently brush against the sensitive spot, deep inside of you. It doesn't take much for Joel to initiate his frantic thrusts. His hips lightly slam against the inner pads of your thighs, mimicking the same, soft slaps of his balls against your leaking slit.

"This what you wanted, hm?" Joel says lowly, burying his head in your neck. Your response of a wordless, frenzied nod, accompanied with pornographic 'ugh, ugh, ugh's, was enough for Joel. You could feel every fucking inch of his cock and, fuck, did it feel good. Small tears formed in the corners of your eyes. Mouth slightly agape and mind too fucked-out, only uttering whines and moans. "Shit... shit, shit..." Letting out a soft gasp, your hips involuntarily started moving back on his, in small movements. Wanting more. Needing more.

The hand that was on your ass, was now pressed firmly on your mouth. "Shut up. Curfew's―fuck―gonna start soon. Don't need FEDRA findin' us." Joel grunted into the hot skin of your neck. Only the muffled whines and soft, lewd noise of his heavy balls slapping against your cunt were faintly heard in the alleyway. Every squelch, every squeeze, every time Joel bottomed out, more liquid leaked out of your sopping slit. "You gonna be good for me?" His voice was soft, a brief, surprising change in his hardened personality.

Not leaving a second for Joel to ponder, your head nodded in a frantic, longing manner. If the words didn't come out muffled, due to Joel's stronger, calloused hand pressed firmly on your mouth, you would've chanted a firm 'yes, yes, yes'.

Joel removed his hand from your mouth to place it back under the fat of your ass. His hips snapped against yours, with his thrusts quickly transitioning from precise to sloppy. The way your pussy clenched and swallowed him, Joel's cock had a ring of your white, sweetness smeared around his hard shaft. He couldn't last long with your cunt, no way in hell. A long spill of curse words from Joel was muttered in the shell of your ear.

Both sensing each other's urgent need to release, every movement heightened. "Fuck, need... please... cum inside me..." Panting softly, your hands instinctively found a soft grip in Joel's graying, curly hair. Usually, he would've hated any form of physical touch besides fucking, but Joel did the unexpected, this time around. His dominant hand gripped your throat, pressing a sloppy kiss to your mouth. With a suppressed moan and hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the slightest, you came on Joel's cock.

That milky, white consistency of yours spurted on Joel's cock, dripping out of your slit and between your thighs. Joel's face found its way back into the crook of your neck, with the tip of his cock bulging, just right, against your g-spot. "Fuck, fuck..." Joel growled. Clenching tightly around his cock, your mouth fell agape, once again, feeling a sudden fervor in the pit of your stomach. His semen squirted out of his tip, spurting a similar consistency against your cervix.

Not even minutes later, Joel returned to his brooding, persisting self. He pulled out of your cunt, placing you on the ground on slightly trembling legs. Not uttering a single word or sharing a glance in your direction, he properly dressed himself again before picking up his pistol from the cracked ground and turning to leave the wretched alleyway. His actions were leaving you in a whirlwind of confusion and hurt.

"Don't be late on your next payment." Joel called out, turning the corner and leaving your sight.

What the fuck?

🚀 authors note: whew, apologies for not posting in a while. it's gonna be a little bit till my next post, since it's exam week 😔 writers block got me down bad lately, shit's crazyy. always gotta give n pull thru for daddy joel, tho !!

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[cripcross]

PLAN B.

🔞 this post contains mature themes. mature audiences only, minors do not interact. ageless/anonymous accounts that interact with my account will be blocked.

pairings: pre-outbreak!joel miller, afab!reader

😇 warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink if you squint, creampie, masturbation, slight voyeurism, overstimulation, p in v sex, joel has a big dick, pure filth.

summary: being neighbors with the miller's gives you the privilege of going over to their house frequently. as usual, you spend time with sarah and flick through magazines, but what you don't expect to see is joel jerking off in his bedroom.

As the familiar neighbor of the Miller's, you frequently visited the small family. More specifically, just to comply with Sarah's constant requests of listening to Destiny's Child and gossiping about Christina Aguilera and Eminem.

Stacking the countless Teen Vogue magazines in a neat pile on Sarah's desk, you realized that the young girl had fallen asleep on her bed. Her golden-brown curls laid messily on her pillow, her eyes closed and she breathed softly.

The house was quiet as the night air swept throughout the hallways and rooms. Moonlight seeped through the curtains of her bedroom, illuminating parts of her bed and nightstand.

Taking in your surroundings, you silently admired the decorations Sarah had in her room. The pink-painted walls, posters of music bands, numerous polaroids pictures and first-place ribbons pinned on the cork board above her desk. Your eyes glanced towards the clock on Sarah's nightstand.

After seeing the late time, you draped a blanket over Sarah and quietly tip-toed out of her bedroom, attempting to leave silently, despite the floorboards creaking underneath your every step. Making it out into the dim hallway, you slowly passed Joel's bedroom that was left ajar. About to take the first step down the stairs, you abruptly stopped after hearing a noise from Joel's bedroom.

A groan.

Maybe he's working out?

He might be watching a movie?

Your curiosity got the better of you. Before you knew it, you were standing right outside his bedroom door, hearing his quiet groans and grunts. Your eyes focused, looking into the slight crack between the ajar door and doorway. Waves of shock ran through your body as your eyes widened.

Joel sat on his bed, shirtless and leaning against the headboard. His pillows were scattered everywhere, his sheets and blankets messy. The real gem was in between his legs. Joel sat there, chest heaving and jaw slack, stroking his cock.

His hand was wrapped in a fist, gripping his cock, his hand running up and down in fast strokes. Watching him, an arousal pooled in between your thighs. His messy curls, veiny arms, and his fucking happy trail. You bit your bottom lip slightly, not able to force your eyes away from Joel's actions.

"Fuck, I... I can't cum." Joel mumbled to himself, eyebrows knitted together and eyes clenched closed. He sounded irritated and frustrated. He let go of his cock, letting it stand rock-hard and glistening with pre-cum between his thighs.

Too focused on looking at his girthy cock and body as a whole, you completely dismissed the idea of his bedroom door being slightly open. Leaning against the door a little too much, you stumbled into his bedroom and stood there dumbfounded.

Joel's eyes flickered to yours. He didn't bother covering a single thing of his. The words came out of his mouth before he could even process it. "Help me, cupcake. Will ya' do that for me? Help me get rid of this, baby." His voice was hoarse and quiet, his deep, brown eyes big and full of desperation.

After staring at him blankly for a moment, you took a deep, quiet breath and closed the bedroom door behind you, taking a few hesitant steps towards his bed. Just seeing you comply, Joel groaned quietly and began stroking his cock lazily.

Swiftly stripping off your pants and shirt, you heard Joel's grunts. "Oh, fuck, so beautiful, baby. Gonna come and look pretty, sittin' on my cock." More pre-cum leaked out from the slit on the thick tip of his cock, the more he stroked. Joel groaned, smearing more of the white liquid with his thumb, watching you intently.

You were completely naked, crawling on his bed. Joel immediately reached over, his large, calloused hands grabbing your waist and placing you on your knees, right above his cock. Joel's eyes practically rolled back at the sight of your juices leaking out of your pussy.

His fingers dipped down, gently rubbing and feeling your soaked slit. You let out a small whine as his fingers found your clit, rubbing it in small circles. Your breasts were in his face, with the position that you were in. Joel took the opportunity to lick and toy with your breasts, before sucking hungrily on one of your nipples, letting his teeth gently graze against the sensitive nub.

You moaned, still on your knees, with his leaking cock pressed against your outer labia. Joel seemed utterly distracted with your breasts. He pulled his fingers away from your clit and put both of his large hands on your breasts, gently pinching both of your nipples in between his thumbs and index fingers. He left kisses on your sternum area, between your breasts. "So fuckin' gorgeous, cupcake."

Reaching down, you grabbed his girthy cock and rubbed the thick tip of it up and down your slit. His pre-cum smeared all over your labia and vulva, mixing with your own juices. "C'mon, ride me, baby. You're fuckin' soaked. Show me how much of a good girl you can be, yeah?" Joel spoke in a hoarse voice, leaving soft kisses on your collarbone and neck.

Moving from kneeling to a squatting position over his cock, you pressed the tip at your entrance and slid down with ease, putting your hands on Joel's broad shoulders to help balance yourself. "Oh, fuck, cupcake... so fuckin' good." Joel groaned, feeling the way your wet cunt engulfed his cock.

He was so fucking thick.

You whimpered loudly, working your way down his cock slowly. Joel placed his large hands on either side of your waist. "Doin' so good for me, princess." He kissed your temple, running a hand up and down your back. You inhaled deeply, holding your breath. You exhaled, knowing you reached the bottom of his thick shaft, feeling the thin layer of his pubic hair against your slit.

Joel allowed you to adjust for a moment, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. He was impatient and all he wanted to do was start fucking you relentlessly, but he didn't rush you. You bit your bottom lip slightly, in concentration, beginning to go up his cock, clenching around him tightly as you moved. It felt euphoric to you.

"Fuck, yeah, just like that, baby. Keep ridin' daddy's cock like that." Joel groaned, feeling the way you clenched around him. Going up and down on his girthy length at a normal pace, Joel's hands tightened on either side of your waist. He grunted and buried his face in your neck.

He didn't care anymore.

Joel held your hips down as he bucked and thrusted his hips upward frantically, hearing your pussy squelch everytime his cock went in and back out again. Your eyes rolled back and all you could possibly utter were pornographic moans, feeling the tip of his cock continuously hit your sensitive g-spot.

Quietly panting in your ear, Joel's libido was up to the ceiling. "Fuck, fuck, I can't stop, baby." His thrusts were deep and fast. His large hands clenched in the sheets, sweat dripping down the back of his neck, hips bucking wildly into yours. "Ungh, ungh, Joel!" You were seeing stars. Skin softly clapped against each other and his balls smacked against your slit continuously.

A big coil was building, deep inside of your stomach. You were gonna cum soon. Too fucking quick. "C'mon, princess, nearly there. You can do it." Joel groaned into your neck. "I'm gonna cum... daddy, I'm gonna cum..." You sobbed, your pussy clenching tightly around his cock, almost as if it was trying to keep him inside forever.

"Oh, fuck─if you keep clenchin' around me like that, I'm gonna fuck around and knock you up." Joel mumbled, not stopping his animalistic thrusts for nothing. You practically mewled at his words, eyes rolling back and drool slightly dribbling down your chin. "Need... need your cum... want it inside." You whined, barely able to form sentences.

Joel had the slightest smirk on his face. "Yeah? Fuck, you want it that bad, princess?" You nodded frantically, trying to bounce your hips up and down to meet his thrusts. Joel's grip on your waist tightened, seeing your response.

That was all he needed.

Burying his face into your neck, Joel groaned and his thrusts went back to the same, furious pace. He was fucking you like there was no tomorrow. "Gonna fuckin' fill you up. Gonna go home with your sweet pussy filled with my cum... bet you'd want that, huh, princess?" Joel grunted, pushing his cock deeper into your sopping cunt, with each thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes, please... please, cum..." You whimpered, throwing your head back as he bottomed out continuously, followed by the sounds of your wet pussy. Feeling the tip of his cock prod your sensitive spot one last time, your back arched and your eyes rolled back. "Oh─oh, fuck, Joel!" You sobbed.

Your sweet, white consistency squirted and leaked out onto Joel's cock. Down your thighs, down his balls, and staining his bedsheets. Joel's thrusts didn't conclude. He wasn't done. "Fuck, yes, c'mon... c'mon." Joel growled into your neck, his strokes turning sloppy, but the desperation was still evident. At this point, you were seeing more than stars. You were overstimulating and your mouth stayed agape as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own.

Within seconds, Joel groaned loudly, pulling out and swiftly pushing his cock deep inside of your pussy, once more, to the brim. He stayed still, not moving an inch, as thick, white ropes of his semen squirted inside of your cunt. You felt the sudden hotness inside of you, but all you could do was go limp and relax on his lap, with his cock still bured inside of you.

Joel brought his hands up to your head and ran his fingers through your hair, kissing your flushed cheek as he chuckled, slightly out of breath.

"'m gonna need to get ya' a plan B, aren't I?"

🚀 authors note: ffs, this took way longer than anticipated, but this is js another one of my horny thots, so i hope this was somewhat satisfying.

(i need joel miller asap) 🫠

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