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I ask for so little. Just let me rule you, and you can have everything that you want.
Labyrinth (1986) dir. Jim Henson
Everything! Everything that you wanted, I have done! You asked that the child be taken - I took him. You cowered before me - I was frightening. I have reordered time, I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you! I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me. Isn't that generous?
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neegan loves your bush , neegan smith blurb , age gap mentions , old man wants ur bush back , dad banter. cunt smacks. ownership mentions , sex implied , short work.
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"it's not a big deal , why are you pouting over this? didn't know you where my dad and going to tell me i was too young too shave" you couldn't help but laugh a bit at his face, the span of his hand examining your now very bare mound under where he had peeled back your towel. he was mourning and you were laughing at him! "there was something here baby." tapping soflty at where the trimmed patch of hair used to be. "use to be something here just for me, and now?" kneeling to inspect you a bit better, a huff leaving you at how dramatic he was being "and now she's smooth, and pretty and-"
"She's mine." his voice cutting you off as he pressed a kiss to where his beloved patch was now gone. looking up at you before a harsh smack to your cunt. a yelp leaving your being, your need to banter and giggle completely gone the second his hand was on the back of your neck, your face met the sheets of his bed. "gonna teach you to stop touching what's not yours." fucking brute.
pov. after your group failed to take over the saviors, negan kidnaps your whole group, lines them up, forces them to stay on their knees, then tells you to decide who lives and who doesn’t. you swallow, and say take you instead of killing your group…which he does. but he doesn’t kill you, he just makes you suffer.
notes. i have not reached negan yet in twd so forgive me if i don’t make him very accurate! i only have a concept of him inside my head, so let me know how i do!
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, gore, sadist negan, manhandling, cussing, fear, no proof read, murder, death, psychological manipulation, torture, violence
the plan was so simple, so easy to do, if your group fucking listened. so many errors, so many mistakes that were made. you built the plan on realistic expectations, and trained your group for months…where did that all go when it came to breaking in?
“boss, what’re we gonna do?” your member asked, his brows furrowed and breath shaken from the overwhelming feeling of fear. you could smell the scent of your fate, death. your eyes drop to the ground as your breath hitched, you had no idea what to tell him, you had no plan. everything went to shit.
you swallow when the doors shut behind behind you all, your luck had run out and you knew it. the walls had stories on display, the smell of dead bodies still lingered in the dark room.
the door opening and slamming echoed. your stomach churned, your eyelids low as if the lack of hope wasn’t the only thing that drained from you, but so did your life. the sound of slow and steady boots echoed across the concrete floor, your neck hairs stick up as you acknowledge the feeling of you having eyes on you.
the footsteps sounded like someone who wasn’t worried because they knew how this would end.
your eyes stayed glued to the concrete until a shadow stretched across the floor in front of you, then another, then the unmistakable scrape of wood dragging against the concrete. it was the sound of a bat.
“well, holy shit” the voice started, sounded as if he was excited and cheerful. you grit your teeth so hard, it was like you were trying to sink your teeth back into it’s gums. you look up and there was the man in charge of your fate.
wearing a leather jacket, red scarf, had a barbed wire bat resting on his shoulder like he didn’t have a care in the world.
a grin spread across his face as he looked over the room. “i gotta tell ya, this is not how i pictured tonight goin.” he states as he pointed his bat toward the group. “i expected a little more from the folks who thought they were gonna stroll in here and take my place.” he comments, his tone sounding as if he was being friendly despite his taunting words.
a few people laughed behind him and negan’s eyes landed on you. the grin didn’t disappear, somehow your glare made made it worse. “and you.” he starts, his bat lowered until it pointed directly at your chest.
“i’m guessin’ you’re the genius behind this little operation.” he says, not expecting an answer, he already knows the answer. you don’t answer, and negan tilted his head. “see, here’s the thing. i love confidence. hell, i practically built a career outta confidence.” he said, as he crouched in front of you.
your glare doesn’t harden, doesn’t move, just sits on him through your brows. “but confidence without a backup plan?” he comments, he clicked his tongue. “that’ll get ya killed.” he states, his eyes boring into yours.
nobody spoke, nobody moved, which caused him to look around the room. he laughed, “oh, come on. don’t all get shy on me now.” he taunted, as he spread his arms.
“you folks came all this way to take my home, kill my people, and suddenly everybody’s got nothin’ to say?” he asked, but the room remained silent. your jaw clenched because you knew what he was doing.
he wanted somebody to crack, somebody always cracked. his eyes found yours again. “yeah. definitely the leader.” he says.
he got closer to you and your group shifted behind you. they were scared, exhausted, and defeated. every single one of them looking to you for answers you didn’t have.
negan noticed, of course he did.
“that right there?” he said, gesturing toward them, but you didn’t look at them. “that’s the look.” he comments.
he smiles. “the ‘please save us’ look.” he mocked, while a few people chuckled. negan’s smile widened. “see, here’s what fascinates me.” he starts, he tapped the side of his head. “you spent months planning this little adventure. i can tell.” he said, leaving you no room to even deny it.
“months trainin’. months preparing. months tellin’ everybody exactly how this was gonna go.” he continues, watching your expression but your glare never softened or shifted. “and then the second bullets started flyin’…” he continues, voice lowered.
he snapped his fingers. “poof.” he said, as he stood back up. “gone.” he adds. his gaze swept over the rest of your group, nobody dared meet his eyes except you. he liked that secretly, the feeling of wanting to break you in flowed through his body.
“so now we’re in a bit of a pickle.” he said, sounding as if he was trying to care. he then dragged the bat across the floor, the scraping sound made your skin crawl. “because i got a whole bunch of people kneelin’ in front of me…” he starts but then he stopped. “and i gotta decide what to do with ’em.” he smiled, and your breath caught.
negan looked almost thoughtful, then his eyes landed on you again, and suddenly you realized something. he wasn’t looking at the others. he was looking at you, waiting, and studying.
he was trying to figure out exactly how much pressure it’d take before you broke.
but you said nothing, not because you weren’t afraid, not because you had some grand plan hidden away, but because there was nothing left to say.
the plan had failed, your people were alive..for now, and every word felt like another chance to make things worse.
negan waited, for a couple seconds. one seconds then he let out a low whistle. “damn.” he says, then he shifted the bat onto his shoulder. “either you’re the bravest son of a bitch i’ve met in a long time…” he starts then his head tilted. “or you’re scared so shitless you forgot how to talk.” he chuckled with the few laughs that echoed from behind him.
you kept your eyes forward, your face blank and negan stared, watching you, testing you, looking for any reaction he could get. when none came, his smile faded slightly. not entirely but just enough for it to show.
“alright.” he sighs, as he nodded once. “we’re gonna do it this way.” he begins, then he began pacing in front of the line slowly. it was on purpose to make sure nobody could feel safe…and it worked since every person he passed seemed to shrink further into themselves.
but not you.
“see, your people?” he asked, pointing toward the group. you don’t look at them, you’re smart enough not to give the man satisfaction. “they’re terrified.” he comments, his eyes drifted back to you. “and that’s interesting.”
he suddenly stops.
“because every single one of ‘em keeps lookin’ at you.” he noted. your chest tightened, you could feel it, even without turning your head. they were looking, waiting, and hoping.
negan laughed softly. “that’s a hell of a burden, ain’t it?” he challenged but he received nothing but silence from you. “knowin’ their lives are tied to yours.” he continued as he stepped closer, close enough that you could smell leather, sweat, and dust.
“knowin’ that if i get bored…” his voice rasped as he glanced at the line. “…things get ugly real quick.”
your jaw tightened, nothing to you but everything to him. because it was finally a reaction. he caught it instantly and his grin returned. “there it is.” he teased as he pointed at you with the bat. “see, i knew there was a pulse in there somewhere.” he chuckled.
“you don’t care what happens to you.” he comments, his gaze moved to the others. “but them?” a paused, eyes scanning your face. “that’s different.” he read you so easily that the room suddenly felt smaller.
negan looked down the line then back at you, and for the first time, his expression became difficult to read, like he was calculating something in his head.
“tell you what.” he starts. he spread his arms. “i got a proposition.” he continues, the tension brewing in your chest. every person in the room seemed to stop breathing but negan’s eyes never left yours. “and whether your friends walk outta here…” he starts, his smile sharpened. “depends entirely on you.”
the silence stretched, you didn’t answer, didn’t move, didn’t even look away. but somewhere around you, somebody broke.
“please—” their voice cracked. “please don’t kill us.” another joined in. “we’ll leave. we’ll go. we won’t come back.” the voice continued, negan’s eyes flicked past you toward the group.
immediately, the room filled with desperate voices, begging, pleading, promising, anything and everything. one person was crying, another was shaking so hard their words barely came out.
negan listened then sighed loudly and dramatically. “jesus christ.” he said, as he rubbed a hand over his face. “y’know, this is exactly why i keep tellin’ people not to panic.” he said. he pointed the bat toward the group. “all this cryin’, beggin’, snot flyin’ everywhere…” he grimaced. “it’s bad for morale.” he told you, a few people that was with him laughed but nobody in your group did.
negan’s attention drifted back to you and there it stayed. “meanwhile…” he starts, as he tilted his head. “sweetheart over here hasn’t said a damn word.” he acknowledged. your expression remained unchanged.
“not one.” he said while he chuckled. “that’s honestly kinda impressive.” he then took a step closer. “your people are practically writin’ their last wills and testaments.” and another step closer. “and you’re still sittin’ there like a statue.” he added, his words purposefully trying to make you feel bad. but it was for their own good to stay silent. for you to stay silent.
the room felt suffocating, and you could hear your own heartbeat, hear the quiet sobs behind you, hear negan’s boots stop right in front of you.
“look at me, honey.” he sweetly asked. his voice wasn’t loud and somehow that made it worse. “i know you care.” he said, but you didn’t say anything. “because if you didn’t…” he badgered as he glanced at the group.
“…you wouldn’t have spent months trainin’ these people.” he says. his eyes returned to yours. “you wouldn’t have led ’em here.” he continued and let a pause play into this. “and you sure as hell wouldn’t be sittin’ there carryin’ the weight of every single one of ’em on your shoulders.” his grin softened into something almost curious, well almost.
“so now i’m wonderin’ somethin’.” he says, he crouched in front of you again, elbows resting on his knees. “how long can you keep this up?” he pried as another plea sounded from behind you.
“please…” the voice begged. negan didn’t even turn around, eyes never left yours. “because eventually, honey…” he says. he tapped the bat against the floor once. thunk.
“somebody back there is gonna pay for your silence.” he said and the room went still, completely still. his reaction to the silence was his grin that was slowly returning to his face, it showed he had just found exactly where to apply pressure.
while the grin slowly returned to negan’s face, and that was when he moved, fastly, before anybody could react, he stepped past you and seized one of your people by the collar. a startled shout tore from their throat.
“no—!”
they stumbled as negan hauled them out of the line, “well, if nobody wants to talk,” negan said casually, dragging them across the floor, “i figure i’ll start makin’ examples.” he shrugged. panic erupted behind you.
people pleaded, begged, shouted your name. he ignored every word. he released the terrified member with a rough shove, and they fell to their knees.
they were frozen. shaking.
he rested the bat against his shoulder and looked down at them then back at you, waiting and watching, giving you one last chance.
your chest tightened. but still, you said nothing. negan sighed dramatically. “that’s a damn shame.” he comments, as he adjusted his grip on the bat. “i was startin’ to like you, sweetheart.” he coos. the member’s breathing turned frantic, someone behind you started crying.
and suddenly— “take me.” you demand. your own voice echoed through the room, every head turned, including negan’s.
it was silence, complete silence. you slowly stood. “take me instead.” you growl. he stared, and for the first time all night, he looked genuinely surprised but only for a second. he laughed, loudly and genuinely.
“there she is.” he says, before you could react, his hand shot forward, fingers twisting into the collar of your leather jacket and he yanked you toward him. so hard you nearly lost your footing. the room spun as he dragged you away from your group with almost effortless strength.
your people immediately erupted into protests, shouting your name, begging him to stop. but he ignored them.
“see?” he called over his shoulder. “i knew she cared.” be noted sweetly. he finally released you near the center of the room, then turned toward his people. his grin widened. “alright.” he starts. he spread his arms. “new plan.” he adds and confusion flickered across the room.
he pointed toward the crowd of people. “every woman fighter i got.” he details, his voice carried easily. “front and center.” he continues and murmurs immediately broke out, boots shuffled across the floor, one by one, women stepped forward from the crowd, armed, experienced, loyal.
they formed a line exactly where negan indicated, he watched them with approval then looked back at you.
“well, honey.” he said. he gestured toward the line. “you wanted to take their place.” he said and his smile sharpened. “let’s see how serious you are.” he taunts. behind you, your group fell silent, nobody knew what he was planning and judging by the look in his eyes…
he was enjoying every second of it.
the grin on his face grew wider. “here’s what we’re gonna do.” he starts, as he slowly turned, gesturing toward the line of women. “every one of these ladies can fight.”
a few smirked, a few looked confused, one crossed her arms while she waited.
“and our fearless leader here…” he said, snatching you up to make you stand and patting your shoulder once. “has volunteered herself.” he smiled and your jaw clenched, he noticed, of course he did.
“now, i could just kill your people.” he said. the room instantly tensed. “but where’s the fun in that?” he questioned while he began pacing. “so instead, we’re gonna make this interesting.” he rasped and your stomach dropped.
“every round you win…” he starts, painting a picture for you all. he pointed toward your kneeling group. “one life gets spared.” he details, and the room fell silent. even the people of his looked surprised.
his eyes drifted back to you. “you beat one fighter?” he held up a finger. “one person lives.” then lifts up another finger. “beat two?” then he lifts up a third. “another one walks.” he finished.
your people stared at you, hope and terror mixing together. “and if i lose?” you finally asked, your voice sounded rough from disuse. he immediately pointed at you. “there she is.” he yelled while he laughed. “i knew she’d talk eventually.” he coos sweetly, mocking you.
but then his smile faded, not completely, but just enough. “if you lose, sweetheart…” he purred while he shrugged. “then i start making decisions.”
nobody liked the sound of that, not even a little. he clapped his hands together once. “simple.” he exclaimed, while stepping backward. “every victory saves somebody.” he smiles as he looked between you and the fighters.
“and the best part?” he quizzed, his grin returned. “you can’t save yourself.” he said and your heart sank. he pointed at your group. “this isn’t about you.” his voice lowered, getting into your head in purpose. “this is about them.” he said.
his attention lingered on your expression, studying it, waiting for the realization to settle in, because no matter how many rounds you won…no matter how many people you saved…you were still standing in the middle of his floor, completely at his mercy.
“alright!” negan called. “first fighter!” he said excitedly, and one of the women stepped forward from the line.
her demeanor oozed confidence, calmness, experience..but you stayed composed. he spread his arms dramatically. “let’s see what our hero can do.” he said.
the heat of whats on the line burned at your neck. your chest ached knowing who you could lose. your opponent, a wiry scarred woman, circled you with a sneer.
you watch her, and square up with her.
“you’re the bitch fighting for your little group?” she taunted, lunging with a wild punch. you ducked and slammed into her ribs. she laughed, elbow cracking your jaw. “my girls are gonna carve up every last one of yours. we’ve been watching. your people are already dead—they just don’t know it yet.” she teased.
the words fueled you. she charged again, landing a hit to your gut. you staggered but caught her next swing, twisting her arm. she headbutted you, still bragging. your vision blurred, head becoming the feeling of a brain freeze from too much ice cream. “when i’m done, i’ll make them scream. starting with the kids. we like it slow.” she laughs.
that was her mistake.
rage surged. you exploded forward, punching her nose with a crunch. she doubled as your knee drove into her. uppercut, elbow to the spine. you followed her down, landing precise strikes until she went limp beneath you, breathing ragged.
you stood over the beaten woman, chest heaving, blood dripping from your lip. you spat it near her feet, then stared down the line of remaining fighters. “i’m going to kill every single one of you,” you said. “…one way or another. for my people.” you barked the last words like a vow, the hatred coating your voice.
silence sat between everyone. your group, his people, complete silence. nobody laughed, nobody had anything smart to say. the fighter remained on the floor, beaten and unable to continue, while you stood over her, breathing hard, staring down the rest of the line.
then a slow claps echoed around the room. every head turned, it was him. he stood there grinning, shaking his head.
“well, holy shit.” he laughed as he clapped again. “now that…” he comments as he pointed at you. “…is how you make a damn speech.” he said. a few people chuckled nervously but negan ignored them. his eyes never left your angry eyes.
“did everybody hear that?” he interviewed, he looked around the room. “because i wanna make sure nobody missed it.” he said as he gestured toward you.
“‘for my people.’” he quotes as he pressed a hand dramatically against his chest. “i mean, hell. that’s good.” he mocked, the grin on his face widened, but there was something else there now. interest, genuine interest, the kind he got whenever someone surprised him. “see, most folks?”
he began pacing. “they get dragged in here, they cry.” he pointed toward one side of the room. “they beg.” then another side. “they piss themselves.” he detailed and some laughter followed. “but you?” he stopped.
“you get your ass kicked, beat my fighter, threaten everybody in the room…” he laughed. “and somehow you’re still standin’.” he mentions. your jaw tightened, and he noticed immediately.
“oh, don’t gimme that look, sweetheart.” he said sweetly and all friendly. he held up both hands, as if he was surrendering. “i ain’t insultin’ you.” he continued, his smile sharpened. “i’m complimentin’ you.”
he turned toward the line of waiting women. “which brings me to my next point.” he said, and suddenly his expression hardened, not angry, but disappointed.
“the hell was that?” every fighter straightened, and nobody answered. “seriously.” he said. he pointed at the woman on the floor. “you all spent weeks tellin’ me how tough you are.” he says and he looked back at them. “and she just dropped your first volunteer.” he continues and nobody moved.
“so.” he starts, he spread his arms. “which one of you lovely ladies wants to prove that was a fluke?” he interrogated, the challenge hung in the air. your group watched from their knees. for the first time all night, there was something in their eyes that hadn’t been there before.
hope.
he saw that, too and his grin returned. “that’s right.” he announced as he pointed toward them. “one down.” he says, then he looked at you. “which means one of your people gets to live.”
he nodded slowly. “a deal’s a deal.” he adds. his eyes narrowed with amusement. “but if you’re planning on saving all of ’em…” he starts slowly, he glanced at the remaining fighters. “you’ve got a hell of a long night ahead of you, honey.” he teased.
the group blurred as you hit the floor hard, the final blows leaving you sprawled and broken. you lost. your body refused to move, chest rising in shallow breaths while the world felt distant, muffled.
his boots crunched across the ground. he let out a low whistle, his bat swinging lazily at his side. “well, shit. looks like your luck just ran out, sweetheart.” he coos.
he grabbed one of your men, jason, the quiet mechanic who always fixed everything, dragging him forward by the collar. jason struggled weakly, eyes wide with terror. “time to pay up,” negan grinned.
the first swing came down with a sickening wet crack. jason’s skull caved in instantly, bone shattering like glass under the barbed wire. blood sprayed in a wide arc, chunks of scalp and hair sticking to the bat as he pulled it back. the second swing was harder.
he laughed through it, smashing what was left of the forehead. brains spilled out in thick, gray pink ropes mixed with shards of bone, splattering across the dusty floor in a glistening mess.
a third brutal hit sent more gore flying, the wet squelch echoing as the body jerked and twitched before going still, a ruined puddle leaking from the shattered remains of his head.
you lay there silent on the cold concrete, eyes open but unfocused. the sounds felt far away. the metallic smell of blood flooded everything, but you didn’t flinch, didn’t scream, didn’t cry. just stared through it all, the horror sinking somewhere deep where you couldn’t reach anymore. dissociated. empty. your people’s screams faded into static as the trauma wrapped around you like fog.
your hearing starts to ring, your body felt as if it was leaving earth. while you zone out, the setting is changing and it’s to the outside.
the sun beat down as negan’s men herded your group outside, shoving them roughly against the tall chain link fence. your people lined up in a shaky row, faces pale, eyes darting between negan’s people’s guns and the horror still fresh in inside’s dust.
you were on your feet but barely, dragged along like a ghost. your mind floated somewhere above it all, trauma wrapping tight, sounds distant, vision tunneled. jason’s ruined head kept flashing behind your eyes. yet deep down, something stubborn refused to die. you wouldn’t break.
negan stepped close, towering over your petite frame, his bat propped on his shoulder. his grin was all teeth as he leaned in, voice low and mocking.
“look at you. still standing there like you’ve got any fight left. your boy’s brains are painting the floor inside and you’re just… staring. cute. but here’s the thing, sweetheart—you lose, they lose. all of ‘em.” he said. you met his eyes, silent, jaw tight. no tears, no flinch, nothing. his smile faltered for a split second, then sharpened. “oh, you don’t wanna listen? that’s adorable.”
his hand shot out, grabbing the collar of your leather jacket in a iron grip. he yanked hard, dragging you forward through the dirt like a ragdoll. your boots scraped uselessly as he hauled you in a slow, humiliating circle in front of everyone, your people, his people, all watching.
dust kicked up in thick clouds around you, coating your hair, stinging your eyes and mouth. he kept talking the whole time, voice loud and theatrical for the audience.
“see this, folks? this is what happens when you test me. little fighter here thinks she’s tough. thinks she can save her precious group by spitting blood and making big promises.” he jerked you harder, your body bouncing across the rough ground, jacket straining against your neck. “but look at her now. still breathing, still pretending. how long you gonna keep this up, huh?” he asks loudly.
he dragged you another loop, boots crunching, more dust swirling like smoke. your arms hung limp but your eyes stayed locked ahead, unfocused yet unbroken. the trauma screamed inside, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a sound. not a whimper. not a plea.
“you’re gonna watch every single one of them die if you keep this shit up,” he growled, finally stopping and crouching down to your level while still gripping your collar. “starting right fucking now. unless you wanna play nice.” he demands.
you said nothing. just breathed through the dirt and the pain, staring past him.
he finally released your collar with a sharp shove, slinging you hard across the dirt. you tumbled a few feet and landed in a heap near the fence, dust coating your face and jacket, body aching but mind still half gone.
he straightened up, twirling his bat as he paced in front of your lined up people. “alright, enough of this foreplay. time to thin the herd.” his eyes scanned the terrified faces. “eenie… meenie… miney… mo…” he counts.
he stopped in front of a young man near the end, one of your scouts—raising his bat high with that signature grin. “looks like you’re up, buddy.” he sweetly says, his smile spreading. the bat started its downward swing.
“stop,” you rasped, voice cutting through the silence for the first time. you pushed yourself up onto your knees, dirt streaked and trembling but eyes finally sharp. “do your worst to me. not them.” you finally plead.
he paused mid swing, turning slowly with a raised eyebrow. you swallowed hard, trauma still clawing at your chest, but the words came steady. “you’ll never break me, negan. but i’ll break if you let them go. all of them. just take me. i’m yours. do whatever the fuck you want with me. just… let my people walk.” you beg once more.
the offer hung heavy in the air as everyone stared. your group frozen in shock, his men waiting for his reaction. you stayed on your knees in the dirt, unbroken, offering yourself in exchange once again.
the barbed wire still glistening with dried blood from jason. he tilted his head, that wicked grin spreading across his face as he stepped closer to you, crouching down so you were eye level.
“well fuck me,” he chuckled, voice dripping with mock surprise. “you’re offering yourself up like a goddamn martyr? how noble. how fucking stupid.” he barked. he grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. your eyes were still haunted, trauma swirling behind them, but they didn’t waver. you meant every word.
“you think i can’t break you?” he whispered, breath hot against your face. “baby, i break everyone. but this little deal… shit, it’s tempting. you, all to myself, and your sad little group gets to crawl away with their tails between their legs.” he cracked out a chuckle as he stood up, gesturing to his men with lucille. “hold ‘em steady. nobody moves.”
turning back to you, still kneeling in the dust, he smirked wider. “alright, sweetheart. you’ve got yourself a deal—for now. your people walk. but you? you belong to me. every fucking inch. and i’m gonna enjoy testing exactly how much you can take before that unbreakable spirit of yours shatters.”
he snapped his fingers. his saviors started pulling your group away from the fence, marching them toward the gate. your people hesitated, looking back at you with guilt and fear, but you gave them a small, silent nod.
he hauled you up by your jacket again, this time keeping you close, his grip possessive. “welcome home, doll. let’s see how long you last.” he said to you.
dust still clung to your skin as the weight of your choice settled heavy in your chest, trauma and resolve twisting together. your people were safe. for now. that was enough for you.
Damn I can't wait for the next part!
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The Scott Anthony gimmick is entertaining, cute, and sexy as hell.
Also, just noticed this lovely little detail about him- hopefully everyone can see it in these images- but his hair is lightened on the ends! I'm shocked to learn he did any kind of hair highlights or lightening before Raven. It looks so pretty...👑✨.
He is so gorgeous!
Threads of Desire - Chapter 19
Summary: Negan and Y/N try to celebrate their engagement, attempting to escape their past and look forward to the future, but a surprise visit from Maggie has other plans for them.
Characters: Negan Smith, the reader (OC), Maggie, etc.
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61111030/chapters/228177541
Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Smut, Choke Play, Unprotected P in V, Blindfold, Overstimulation, Praising Kink, Daddy Kink, etc.
Notes: I'm really just trying to get this done. I'm sorry for how long things take, but real life is really busy this time of the year for me. Hopefully I can put the rest of the chapters up soon and get them edited. If you want to read the other chapters be sure to check them out here.

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The Secrets We Keep
Pairings: dbf!joel miller x reader
Summary: You avoided Joel Miller like the plague for four months. So you came home for Thanksgiving break, he taught you a lesson while your dad and his guests watched football.
Warning: 18+(MDNI), smut, heavy makeout session, slight footjob, praise, degradation, mock sympathy,tongue fucking, age gap (JOEL IS IN EARLY 40’S, READER IS IN LATE 20’S), improper use of beer bottle (for a small second) ,oral (f!receiving), semi-public sex, power imbalance, use of pet names (bunny), overstimulation, dad bestfriend’s trope, dubcon, fingering, finger sucking.
Author’s note: English is not my first language so please forgive errors. I hope you enjoy this blog because it was my favorite one to write. It’s about to get steamy!
Word count: 5.4k
Part One
You dreaded going back home for Thanksgiving break. Your stomach curled with pure anxiety the moment you pulled into your dad’s driveway and saw Joel working with your dad on his square-body Chevy truck.
Seeing the truck made a clot form into your throat as your dad brought his attention to you with a humongous smile on his lips. On the other hand, Joel proceeded with working on the truck as if you were a ghost.
When you got out of the car, your dad greeted you and embraced you in a hug. Your eyes flicked over to Joel, his back was turned to you, working on the truck’s engine. He seemed more muscular and his hair was longer.
You eyed as he grunted while twisting off a tight screw from something in the truck’s engine. His back flexed after every motion, resulting in his sweaty grey shirt hugging him in the proper regions. The veins in Joel’s wide, sun-tanned forearms were popping out due to the force he was using to twist off the screw without any tools.
This was going to be a long break.
You had to say a prayer to yourself because he was looking better than ever.
Your dad finally let go of you and brought his attention to Joel, questioning if he was going to say hi to you. He provided you with a short greeting under his breath; Joel didn't even bother to turn his head and look at you.
You assumed that he was trying to avoid you too.
You took that as a good sign.
Ever since the hot summer night, he fucked you like you were his to keep, the tension between you two developed further. You felt so foolish for permitting the heat of the desirable moment to come between you; allowing him to fill you up with his cum was a major mistake because you ended up having a pregnancy scare.
You recalled waiting in the bathroom of your workplace as low old country hits played through the intercom. You anxiously tapped your legs against the cracked tiles, sitting on the toilet as your trembling hands gripped on the plastic strip of the pregnancy test.
The weeks after Joel fucked you, you overlooked your period. A sensation of doom washed over you when you realized it was late. But when the crimson lines of the plastic began revealing only one line, your shoulders lowered in instant relief. You took that as a warning sign from the universe to leave Joel Miller alone.
The rest of the summer you left Joel alone like the plague. You worked extended hours and even notified your dad that Joel didn't have to pick you up from work. Instead, you got rides from your coworkers.
When your dad asked why you didn't want Joel picking you up, you gave him a half-assed excuse. You told your dad you didn't want Joel to go out of his way to pick you up at a 2 a.m. closing shift.
You made an effort at avoiding him so extensively that you cut your summer break short and went back to your college town early. The attempt to erase Joel from your brain like how you effortlessly avoided him physically was tough.
Some nights when you sat alone in your undisturbed college apartment, you found yourself creeping your hands down your cotton underwear. You took attempts flicking your aching clit like how Joek’s skillful tongue did.
His name would roll off your tongue like he was there and your mind reminisced about how clearly he talked you through everything. After you released the piled-up desire, you realized it never was enough because it wasn’t Joel.
The entire Thanksgiving week, Joel was always at your dad’s house. You started to question if Joel Miller even had a home. Thanksgiving break was so different from summer break because you didn't work the diner job you'd usually work during summer break. Not working forced you to see him often.
Joel being in your presence was a very bittersweet moment.
During the one day out of the break, your dad had a movie night. Of course Joel was invited and he showed up. You were forced to sit next to him because your dad worshipped his Lazy-Boy recliner too much to share it with you.
On the couch you sat at, Joel manspreaded so wide that your bare thigh and knee pressed against his. You didn't know if he was doing it on purpose or not to you but the heat of him made you buzz with a burning sensation. Months of avoidance gone in that exact second because you wanted nothing more than for him to touch you.
You couldn't focus on the movie at all.
Eventually, during the movie, Joel stretched his arms behind the couch and over to your side, almost like his hands were going to wrap around your exposed shoulder. Instead his calloused fingers softly traced shapes on your back. The touch sent a shock through your body, straightening your posture instantly. You went to look at him as his eyes stayed focused on the movie; his expression seemed like he was focused on you and he lightly tilted his head to the side.
Your eyes then shot to your dad who was falling asleep in the recliner. Joel didn't say a word or even glance in your direction. As the movie played out for another hour, he proceeded with his delicate touch on your shoulder.
Finally, he gradually started to toy with the spaghetti strap of your shirt. He brought it under the pads of his fingers and nearly pulled it off your shoulder.
You were trying so hard to stay focused on the movie as a soft pant escaped from your lips. Joel's breathing was uneven too as he brought the thin strap back to your shoulder then removed his large hand from your skin. The loss of his touch caused you to send a perplexing glare his way.
Your dad was shifting in his seat and waking up from falling asleep. Joel clenched his jaw very forcefully as he took his hand from behind the couch and crossed it over his broad chest, jerked his hips slightly up in the process.
After that moment, you never saw Joel until the day before Thanksgiving because your dad was hosting his annual pre-Thanksgiving party.
His friends from work and neighbors gathered around the outdoor table, consuming the food your dad spent all day prepping and cooking on the grill. Your dad’s guests only wanted to talk about construction, old motorcycles and building things so they didn't really interact with you unless your dad mentioned building something for you or fixing something in your room. Your dad would go into tremendous detail on how he used to carve wooden animal shapes to put on your wall or when he built your crib himself.
You went on with eating as the conversations and laughter around you evolved into another.
To make matters worse, Joel was sitting in front of you. His gaze had burned into your skin since the moment he chose to sit in front of you. His eyes were so passionate that you struggled to eat in peace. Every time you brought your cola bottle to your lips, he flickered his stare at you.
Challenging him, you kept your eyes on him as you wrapped your lips around the glass bottle. To make things more intriguing, you pushed the bottle further into your mouth until you reached the bottle’s neck then slid it out of your mouth. You then shortly licked the mouth part a couple of times, tasting the cherry carbonation as you kept your attention on Joel.
His captivating stares grew darker as he shifted in his seat. You acted like you didn't do anything and brought your attention to your dad and his co-workers, making an effort to actually listen to their repetitive conversation about construction. You avoided Joel’s eyes burning into the skin of your face.
The conversations and laughter went on until the sun was completely down. Finally, the chat shifted to another topic.
You brought your attention back to Joel, he was taking a sip of his beer as his attention was on your dad and the guests.
You slipped one of your feet from your sandals and bumped your foot against Joel’s from across the table. His eyes were back on yours as his tongue poked against his cheek. You softly bit down on your lip in anticipation as your foot started to trail up his leg. You observed as his hold on the beer bottle became tighter and tenser.
The conversation's topic switched to romantic partners. You resumed following your foot against his leg until it stopped at his jacked thigh. He let out an unsteady breath as you stopped at his crotch. Your dad turned to Joel and began talking to him but you didn't pull your foot away.
You maintained your eyes on him as Joel paid awareness to your dad. The attention of your dad’s guests was now brought to Joel.
“Joel, what happened to that new girl you were seeing at your job?” Your dad raised a question, entirely clueless about what was happening under the table, right under his nose.
You took the chance and shoved your foot right against Joel’s cock. The stiff, girthy length of his base jerked underneath your smooth feet.
“Joel’s finally got a girlfriend?” You added to your dad’s inquiry with a pretender smile on your lips. You stroked Joel’s clothed cock with your toes as his shoulders grew unrelaxed.
“She’s nobody,” He answered back to your dad, briefer than necessary. You could hear his Southern drawl becoming uneven. “She keeps bringing herself onto me.”
Your expression was loaded with a taunting enjoyment as stroke his cock again with your toes.
“Joel, you need to loosen up,” One of your dad’s neighbors delivered his input with a laugh. “When was the last time you felt the warmth of a woman?”
You halted with massaging his cock as he choked from the neighbor's inquiry.
“Leave him alone.” Your dad interrupted in a humorous tone while flicking his wrist at the neighbor. “That beer got your lips loose.”
Your dad’s neighbor brought his attention to you, pointing the beer bottle in his hand to your direction as he squinted his eyes. Your heart almost dropped as you felt Joel’s calloused hand grip your foot and press it harder against his stiff length. Joel was becoming harder by the second and his self-control slowly began to shatter.
“How about you sweetheart?” The neighbor raised a question, his words narrowly slurring. “Are you seeing anyone?”
Your eyes unintentionally pulled to Joel as your stroke on his cock matured to a wildly fierce pace. Joel appeared completely dazed because he was too focused on your toes stroking against his sensitive tip through his denim jeans.
“I was,” You revealed.
“Why didn't you tell me you were seeing a boy,darling?” Your dad was quick to cut in, not seeming too delighted by your confession.
“I don’t know…” You spoke. “It didn't last long and it was really stupid.” You admitted through a breath. You felt Joel jerk underneath you as wonder planted onto his sharp features.
“If you knew it was stupid why did you go for it?” Joel made an effort to sound harsh but he was falling apart from your touch.
“Wasn’t thinking straight, that's all.”You fired back at his question, shrugging your shoulders casually.
Joel knew that it was about him.
Joel didn't reply but he maintained his eyes on yours. The tension rising between you was getting superheated because you figured out Joel was getting close to his release. His shoulders were heaving up and down more often as he stroked his hands against his greying beard in an attempt to hide a groan from escaping his lips.
“That's totally understandable, if it ain't right it ain't right.” Your dad butts in. “Joel also has every right to not feel the same way about that woman.”
“Exactly,” Joel grumbled to the best of his ability. He refused to speak any louder because he feared how noticeable his unsteady voice would be. “So take it easy on me.” He attempted to add, in a feisty defensive manner.
You comprehended that his sentence was dedicated to you.
The conversations drifted back to your dad’s coworkers while Joel kept observing you. You decided to bring your foot away from his cock and back to the ground. Acting as if nothing had just happened.
⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰
The party died down. Many guests departed because it was starting to hit midnight. There were only three guests left and they were in the living room with your dad cursing and screaming over a football playing on the television.
You were across the living room eating a small bowl of vanilla ice cream you thawed out earlier. Since your small stunt you played with Joel around the outdoor table , he hadn't looked at you once. For some reason you couldn't stop glancing over at him as you placed a spoon full of the sweet cream into your mouth.
After finishing your bowl, you strolled to the kitchen to put your bowl in the sink and chose to get a glass of water too. You took a glass cup from out of one of the cabinets and brought it to the sink.
You heard Joel deep southern drawl from the living room before he got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. His towering height allowed him to get to the kitchen in just a few steps. Your heart pounded against your ribcage as your body unintentionally tensed from his presence.
You turned on the sink’s faucet to fill your glass. You glanced at Joel’s broad back as he opened the fridge, looking for something. He was in a green and black flannel that suited him so well, the sleeves were folded up revealing his big forearms.
“No more beer!” Joel declared openly across the kitchen to your dad. Your dad was too focused on the game to give his full attention to Joel so once he saw you in the kitchen your dad asked you for a favor.
“Sweetheart, be a darling and show Joel the beers in the garage.” Your dad quickly requested, his eyes glued onto the TV like he was in a trance.
You swallowed as Joel turned to you, a small smirk was threatening to pull against his lips.
Oh no.
You turned off the pipe and placed your cup full of water down on the counter. You briskly walked past Joel without a word. Part of you hoped he didn't follow behind you and allowed you to get the beer yourself but another part of you prayed he followed behind you.
Uncertainty gathered in you as you heard Joel a few steps behind you. You strolled down the hall snappier, pushing to be more steps ahead than him.
You were trying to not be alone with Joel because you knew you started a game that you were too scared to see how it finished.
You made it into the garage and unlocked the door before heading straight to the white outdated fridge set in the sea of tools.
Just grab the beer and go.
That's all.
You opened the fridge and frantically searched for the beer that just happened to be all the way in the back of the fridge. Your shivering hands snatched the carton of beer through the chaos of other food then shut the fridge’s door.
Before you knew it, Joel was inching closer to you and you flinched a little. His large hands were resting on his hips as he tsked and shook his head in a dissatisfied manner.
You halted in place with your hand gripping the carton of beer tighter than needed.
“You avoided me all summer, and now you want to put your foot on my cock with your daddy around?” Joel greeted, the way he sentenced it made it sound extremely disgraceful. “If only he knew the girl he raised.”
Joel footed a few steps over to you, you slowly began to feel his warmth. “That’s not so ladylike, ain't it?”
You placed the carton down by the fridge and swallowed the lump in your throat. “Yet you're the man that fucked his best friend’s daughter, what kind of person does that?” You taunted, looking up at him through your lashes.
For once, he appeared defeated, providing you with nothing but a small nod in response. He then ran his thick fingers against the side of his beard and parted his lips to say something.
“Sure wasn't a problem when I was in you.” Joel spat, carefully shifting. He got so near you that your chest was able to press against him.
He hooked his fingers underneath one of your sundress straps as an unsteady breath came out of your nose.You allowed him to pull the fabric off your shoulder. He was doing it the same way he did when he was over for movie night.
“Was it a problem, bunny?”Joel tested, his voice low as his dark eyes scanned down your body and back to your stunned face.
You wanted to stop this but you couldn't. Every inch of your body craved his rough touch.
A shiver danced down your spine as he brought this attention to the other strap; toying with it before bringing it off your shoulders.
The loose sundress was easily able to fall off your frame and pool against your feet.
Joel glimpsed at your stripped body in astonishment as he gave you a hum, waiting for your reply. Eventually he brought one of his hands to your breast, his coarse thumb grazing over the sensitive nipple. You stood still in your spot as you blinked at him a couple of times. The pads of his thumb began to circle the sensitive nerve.
“No…”You whimpered, glancing into his eyes as he proceeded with his touch. “‘T never was a problem Joel.”
“That's what I thought, bunny,” Joel ended up smashing his soft lips against yours.
You were the first one to open your mouth, allowing his hot tongue to slip into your mouth. The bitter taste of the beer he’s been drinking all night came across your taste buds. Joel groaned and bit down on your lip, pulling it against his teeth as you took a breath.
He then crashed his lips back onto yours. Your tongue tried to fit for dominance but he beat you to it. As the kiss got sloppier and more fierce, his hands gradually slid down to your bare stomach.
Joel guided you a few steps behind you until your back pressed against the chilly metal of the fridge. He refused to break the kiss; your mouth moved in sync with his, his beard softly scraping against your skin.
A burning desire was building in your lower belly and your clit began to pulse with longing. Joel separated your thighs with his own and brought it closer to your heat. You whimpered in the kiss as you dragged your clothed clit against the denim.
“You are such a bad girl.” He remarked, pulling away from the kiss. Joel gazed at you, chest heaving, as his hands snaked into your damp underwear.
His hands explored your slick folds, purposely avoiding your clit. “Teach me a lesson then, Joel.” You urged in pure affection as your hips greedily buckled against his hands, wanting more. “For being so bad…”
“Yeah?” He mocked while bringing his hands out of your underwear. The loss of his touch caused your shoulder to drop in disappointment.
He brought his fingers up to your face, your pussy clamped around nothing as you looked at his sticky fingers that glistened in your arousal.
“Taste yourself bunny.” He ordered, bringing his two fingers up to your full lips. You didn't hesitate to part your lips and take his fingers into your mouth, sucking on your arousal. He observed every second of your action so you tasted the sweet and citrusy arousal against your tongue.
“Yeah, just like that, sweetheart.” Joel praised.
He then pulled his fingers out of your mouth, it twinkled with your arousal and saliva now. He then drew his fingers to his lips, humming like you were the most appetizing thing he’s ever tasted.
You eyed him in amazement.
He sucked a few more times before a smirk grew on the side of his lips. Joel then took his fingers out of his mouth and snaked his hand back into your underwear, not waiting another second.
He huffed a quiet laugh as you squirmed against him. His fingers glided against your wet velvety folds, your pussy clenching as his fingers neared your entrance. He then brought your arousal up to your swollen clit. It was aching for his precise touch and when he gave it to you, you practically cried out.
He circled it with his rough thumb around the bud, applying more pressure around the area.
“No matter how hard you try to avoid me, this pussy won't ever forget about me,” You looked up at him with your mouth open and brows lightly scrunched. He dragged his fingers down to your clenching cunt.
He was so right.
He filled every inch of your mind.
You desired nobody more than Joel.
He pushed the tip of his middle and ring finger into you, the stretch of his thick fingers drove you to close your eyes and relax the back of your head on the fridge.
“No no, eyes on me bunny.” He ordered, pushing his fingers all the way into your cunt until his knuckles were against your swollen lips. You struggled to stay silent but the stretch of Joel’s thick fingers was quite devastating.
“Come on bunny, you don't want your dad walking in on us now, do you?” He taunted, curling his fingers against your walls and hitting a spot that made your stomach drop. Something about his mocking tone made you twitch against his fingers. The risk of your dad being about to walk into the garage because the door was open heightened the sensation of Joel's finger inside of you.
It was like you both had nothing to lose.
You softly moaned, unable to contain yourself from the pleasure he was giving you. Joel noticed that you couldn't help yourself stop your noises and assisted by placing his rough palm against your lips.
“Look at you bunny,” He glorified as he continued to curl his fingers into your mess of a cunt. You gasped against his enormous palm as he stretched his thumb up to your aching clit. Your legs immediately felt weak as Joel thrusted his fingers deeper into you and worked his way around your pulsing clit.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head while Joel sped the pace of his fingers up. You wanted to cry out because of the pleasure stacking into your lower stomach. The dull ache of your cunt stretching around Joel’s finger provoked you to moan loudly against Joel’s palm.
Balling your fist wasn't doing any justice to keep you under control so you wrapped your arms around Joel’s neck, petting your fingers against the hair on the back of his head.
“Too deep for you, bunny?” Joel taunted, his low southern drawl bringing a desire straight to your core.
You looked at him like a lost puppy and nodded in his palm as a response. Your legs were quivering as you felt your orgasm arriving deep in you. Your walls pathetically clamped down on him as you whimpered. Your breathing was absolutely unsteady because you would hold your breath to not moan but that only caused you to breathe heavier.
“But you are doing so good for me sweetheart.”
You brought your eyes over to the garage door, praying no one walks in on Joel’s hands down your underwear. You took your hands from around his neck and brought your grip to the edges of the fridge.
“Be a good girl and take it.” Joel said before bringing his lips to the sweaty skin of your neck. He sucked on the delicate skin in a claimful manner. From the amount of suction he was providing, you knew he was going to leave a visible mark.
You shattered underneath his hold, the tension that was growing in you nearly snapped. The sensation was evolving to something that was too much to handle.
Joel didn't seem to be slowing down anytime soon so you moaned against his palm frequently. “That’s it, you can do it.” He breathed against your neck, encouraging you to release all over his fingers.
A guttural moan left your throat as your chest frantically heaved. Every nerve in your body buzzed as you came around his fingers. Your walls spasmed around him as the aftershocks came in. You twitched against his fingers while your body went limp.
The sound of your wet cunt gushing on his fingers reverberated against the walls of the garage. If your dad didn't have the television playing so loudly, he would have definitely heard everything.
You squirmed against Joel’s hand as he kept going. Your hips attempted to move away from his touch because you were now sensitive to the touch.
Once you brought a hand down to his forearm to stop him from fingering another orgasm out of you, he got up from the crook of your neck and slowed his pace. Your grip of his forearm didn't stop his fingers from staying in you and fucking every last bit of your orgasm out of you.
You didn't have time to process anything because Joel promptly slid his fingers out of your panties and took his palm from against your mouth. The drool sat on his palm and he wiped it all over your face.
“Such a messy girl.”
He then dropped to his knees in front of you, beginning to peck wet kisses on your lower belly.
“I should head back…”You trailed off, watching him as he looked up at you, placing soft kisses against the outside of your thigh. From this angle, Joel appeared so submissive.
“Do you really want to do that, bunny?” He teased while hooking his fingers around the waistband of your pink underwear.
Your hips lifted as he continued to tug the cotton fabric down you.
“I can make you feel so good, sweetheart.”
Your underwear was entirely down to your ankles, joining your sundress. You swallowed the lump of nervousness forming in your throat as Joel placed one of your legs over his buff shoulder.
Being fully bare to Joel Miller was not on your list for Thanksgiving break.
“You are so beautiful.” He complimented, his eyes shooting up at you as his hot breath fanned against your overly sensitive bud.
“Touch me,” You begged, your hips inching to his face. “I’ve missed you so much.”
That was all it took for him to latch his lips around your puffy clit. At that very moment, you knew you weren't going to last too long. He took his rough hands to the skin of your hips and pushed you closer to his face. Joel groaned at the taste of your wetness.
You whimpered at the pleasure then brought both of your hands to your mouth. You repeatedly looked at the door to see if anyone noticed that you and Joel had been gone for longer than expected. You jerked your hips away from him because the knot in your stomach was quickly gathering in you again.
“Nu-uh.” He groaned against your cunt, lightly biting down on your overstimulated clit. You yelped and darted your eyes to him. “Don’t try running, bunny, you chose to act out.”
He brought his tongue down to your entrance and slid it into you. The sensation urged you to curl your toes and clamp down around his tongue.
“God dammit, Joel.” You swore under your breath.
He grunted into your cunt and grasped your hips more roughly. Joel then took his tongue out of you and shoved his mouth closer to your pussy. He shook his head against your pussy while sucking you up.
With that action, Joel fully took your breath away as you tensed against his face.
“Why the fuck are you so good at this?” You took your hands from your mouth and strained the sentence out of your mouth.
He replied by giving your clit some attention and licking on it at a punishing pace.
You were so close that your walls started to spasm again. Joel wrapped his lips around your clit and made a strong suction against the nerve.
“Joel…I…”You stuttered while grinding against his face, his beard pressing against your swollen lips.
“I know.”He groaned between sucks and skimmed the pads of his fingers over your leg on his shoulder. “Cum for me, bunny.”
You let out a sob, unable to contain yourself anymore. You shamelessly came on his tongue, grinding harder against his face as he licked your puffy bud a few more times. The overstimulation got to you and your body twitched mightily.
You’ve never had two back-to-back orgasms so Joel completely pushed you to your limits. The sensation in your lower belly rode out as Joel took his lips from off of your pussy. Your fluids were on his beard and glistening on his plumped lips.
You had no words to say to him as you breathed heavily.
He didn't take your leg off his shoulders, instead, he motioned to the side of you and pulled a beer from out the cardboard carton. You watched him in confusion as he twisted the cap of the beer bottle off in one swift motion.
“You did so good for me, bunny.” Joel praised as he brought the cold beer bottle up to your cunt. The cold condensation of the glass bottle dripped onto your lips, mixing with your wetness and his saliva.
You opened your mouth as you jolted against the bottle.
“Did you learn your lesson?” He then dragged the rounded mouth part of the bottle against your folds, stopping right at your clit as he looked up at you. You were a pouting mess.
He pushed the bottle harder against your clit, the nerve fitting perfectly into the mouth part of the bottle with a pop.
“Joel…”
“Did you?” The mess between your legs rimmed around the mouth part of the bottle.
“Yes.” You barely got the word from out of your mouth before he removed the bottle from your clit.
The wet coldness immediately withdrew from you as Joel took your legs off of his shoulder and stood up in a brisk gesture. He picked up the beer carton into his other hand before towering over you.
“Good job bunny.” He said before pressing the hard, chilly bottle against your jaw. Joel eventually brought the bottle with your arousal all over the mouth part to his lips. He took a sip while keeping his eyes on you.
After he swallowed a sip of the beer, he licked the excess wetness off his lips. Joel stepped away from you and headed out of the garage without speaking another word to you.
You stared blankly at Joel walking away, leaving you completely naked in your dad’s garage.
Joel Miller was going to be the death of you.
i need him