âHey, sweet girl,â Joel murmured as he stepped through the door, his voice low and warm, wrapping around you like a soft blanket. His work boots scuffed lightly against the floor as he made his way toward you. You didnât even notice him at first, too busy glaring at your laptop screen, your brows knit tight in frustration. Youâd been sitting at the dining table all day, your shoulders tense, and the sight made his heart ache a little.
He crouched down beside you, resting a hand on your thigh. âDarlinâ, youâve been at this all day, huh?â he asked softly, his thumb brushing soothing circles over your leg. You hummed distractedly in response, your focus still glued to the screen, trying to figure out whatever had you so stressed.
Joel tilted his head, studying your furrowed brows, the way your lips were pressed into a thin line. His hand slid up to gently cradle your face, coaxing you to look at him. âCâmon, baby, give me those pretty eyes,â he teased, his voice full of tenderness. When your gaze finally met his, the corners of his mouth quirked up in a small smile.
âYouâre gonna fry that pretty little brain of yours if you keep this up,â he said, leaning in to press the softest kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to let you feel the warmth of him. âHow âbout you take a break for me, sweetheart? Let me take care of my girl for a bit.â
Your chest fluttered at the way he looked at you, his deep brown eyes filled with nothing but love and concern. âI justâthis thingâs been giving me so much trouble all day, Joel,â you murmured, your voice a little defeated.
He shook his head gently, his hands sliding down to take yours, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles. âHoney, youâre the smartest, most determined little thing Iâve ever known. Youâll figure it out, I know you will. But not if youâre running on fumes,â he said, his voice so soft it made your heart ache in the best way. âNow, how âbout you let me fix you somethinâ to eat? Weâll sit down, and you can tell me all about it after, alright?â
The way he said itâlow and steady, full of loveâmade the knot in your chest loosen just a bit. You nodded, letting him pull you out of your chair and into his arms. He kissed the top of your head, his scruff tickling your temple as he held you close. âThatâs my girl,â he murmured, his voice a little gruff now but still so full of affection.
Wrapped in his arms, the world seemed a little softer, your worries melting away as you let yourself breathe him in. Joel Miller always knew how to make you feel like the most cherished thing in his world.
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Bit of a Meany!Joel, some baby girl praising, sex is painful once for reader slightly but consensual.
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His hand is knuckle deep in your mouth, âswirl that tongue, baby suck on those fingers. Fuckin suck, slut.â He rammed four fingers into your mouth, making you gag.
You moan, pained, heâs gripping your shoulder with his other hand and thrusting violently up, bruising your ass no doubt, âtake it my baby girl, you take me so fuckin good.â âItâs hurting so bad, Joel fuckâ. âShhh I know it hurts but the endings fuckin beautiful, I want you wrecked.â
To ease some tension you start to bounce on his dick, âah-fuckbaby-yeah just like that-my good girl. He removes his hand from your mouth, with a trail of spit following, âmy. Good. Fucking. Girl.â Deep thrusts on every word. âAah-ah-ah, Joel please it hurts please I wann-â. Heâs covered your mouth with his big calloused hand.
âShh shh, easy darlinâ, he starts to roll your hips against his, nice and slow now, âhowâs that my baby girl, your poor ass is gonna be bruised tomorrw.â No sound of remorse, just a fact. He slides his hand down to your pussy, âyou ready to let go, baby?â
âYes, yeah-yeah Joel please feels so goodâ
âThen ride me baby.â
Spreading your legs wider over his thighs, you grip them and starting grinding your pussy down hard onto his dick. He canât help but grip your waist, definitely gonna leave marks there. âFuuuck baby, yeah yeah just like that, fuck, meâ gritting through his teeth, âso fucking good, baby. Ah fuck baby im close ah-fuuckâ.
With your back now resting against his chest, hes circling, teasing your pink swollen bud. âGonna need you to come for me, baby. Amma close and i aint waiting.â
âIm close, so close-dont-stop-imgonn- fuck iâmcom-â
He grunts deep but loud, âfuuck-best pussy-so fuckin good-gonna take it all, slutâ
With the strength he can muster, adrenaline from his peak, he pounds into you, making sure you take every last drop. âTaking it all atta girl, gonna make sure it sticks so you swell up with my seedâ
Youâre barely listening to him, deaf from the pulse in your ears, heart and pussy. You cum, jerking on his lap, now riding him slowly, âfuck, Joel, tha-â
â-that was fucking beautiful, darlin. What a lucky guy I am.â
Itâs back, babyyyyy đŞ´â¨
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Summary: You follow Joel and Tess through the QZ, drawn to their unyielding strength and survival instincts. When you're caught by Joel during a tense exchange, you find yourself unexpectedly pulled into a dangerous mission, questioning what you've just gotten yourself into while trying to prove your worth.
Joel.
That was his nameâthe man who had saved you, though you hadnât known it at the time. His name slipped into your hands like a secret passed through the wind, overheard on the lips of another, whispered by someone in the market. The name lingered in the air like a sharp breath held too long, and now it echoed in your thoughts like a soft, persistent hum, a reminder of the collision of your life with his. You lay on the thin mattress, staring at the cracked ceiling, the faint breeze slipping through the broken window, stirring the heavy air. Who was he? The question gnawed at the edges of your mind, growing sharper with each passing day. Why had he saved you?
From what youâd seen, Joel was a force of natureâmoving through the world with a quiet, unrelenting intensity that made people instinctively step aside. His demeanor was hard, impenetrable, as though he never spared anyone more than a passing glance, like nothing could reach him. He seemed to carry the weight of something heavy, yet refused to let it show. And yet, despite that, he had saved you. As the flickering candlelight cast soft shadows across the room, your thoughts drifted to himâthose deep lines etched into his forehead, the way sweat gathered on his brow after a dayâs labor, and his lips, which you had never once seen curve into a smile.
You told yourself it wasnât disappointment that ate at you after the failure of your deal. You had tried, and you had failed. And it didnât take long to realize that, no matter how much you fought, survival alone was a battle already lost. The world was too vast, too cruel. People like Joel and Tessâthey survived because they didnât hesitate. They moved with purpose, their resolve unshaken. You had been alone for so long, learning to rely on only yourself. It had become second nature. But after that night, after seeing them, you couldnât deny the truth that lingered in the quiet corners of your mind: you needed them. Needing them felt like a betrayal, a weakness exposed after eight years of solitary survival. Yet, it was unavoidable.
So, you followed them.
At first, it was subtle. You kept your distance, always watching from crumbling alleyways or behind half-destroyed walls as they moved through the QZ. Joel and Tess were always together, their steps synchronized in a way that spoke of years of understanding.
Joelâs presence was magnetic, like the calm before a stormâa quiet intensity that drew everything in without needing to make a sound. He moved through the chaos of the QZ with an effortless confidence, each step deliberate, his gaze sharp and unyielding. His arms often folded across his chest, as if guarding something buried deep within, while the silver threads in his hair would catch the light in fleeting moments, softening his hardened edges. There was a gravity to him, an unspoken weight that made people part in his wake, as if they understood he was someone you didnât challenge. Beside him, Tess was his counterbalanceâsharp where he was silent, commanding in the way only someone who had seen the worst of the world could be. Her eyes, always keen, seemed to strip the world bare with a glance, bending it to her will without the need for words. Together, they were an unspoken forceâtwo sides of the same coin, moving in unison as if the world itself couldnât touch them.
You, on the other hand, were a whisperâa silent presence, unnoticed.
They never saw you. Days turned into weeks, and you grew more daring, trailing them deeper into the black market. You watched their every move as though they held the key to your survival. You waited for the moment when you could prove yourself, to step out from the shadows and show that you could be part of their world.
That moment came sooner than you expected.
It was an ordinary evening, the sun sinking low, casting long shadows across the streets as curfew tightened its grip on the QZ. You followed them, close enough to hear the faint murmur of their conversation, yet always far enough to remain unseen. You watched Joel, how his presence seemed to guide Tess through the streets, a protective force that lingered beside her, even in silence.
They led you into an old, abandoned building, the air inside thick with dust and the scent of decay. You moved carefully, your steps light, but the streets outside could not fully mask the faint scuff of your foot against the cracked floor. It was in that instant that you saw themâJoel, Tess, and a small group, huddled in the dim light of the building. Tension clung to the air. This wasnât an ordinary smuggling deal. Something was wrong.
Tessâs voice was low and urgent, speaking to a woman you didnât recognizeâher face pale, skin clammy with sweat as she pressed a trembling hand against a wound, blood seeping through her fingers. Standing nearby was a girl, no more than fourteen, her arms crossed, eyes filled with both fear and defiance.
Your pulse quickened. This wasnât just another smuggling deal. Something was wrong. And you definitely shouldnât be here.
You took a step back, intending to disappear before anyone noticed your presence, but the sound of your shoe scraping against the rough floor echoed like a gunshot in the oppressive quiet. You froze, dread curling around your chest.
Joelâs head snapped toward you, years of survival sharpening his instincts as his eyes narrowed, scanning the darkness with lethal precision.
âCome out,â his voice commanded, low, edged with something dark and unyielding.
Your heart thundered in your chest. You hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, hands trembling by your sides. You felt exposed, like a child caught spying on something forbidden, the weight of embarrassment heavy on your shoulders. When you emerged from the shadows, your breath caught in your throatâJoel was pointing a gun at you, his expression unreadable.
There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, brief and fleeting, before they hardened, dark and sharp, pinning you in place as if daring you to make the wrong move. Your heart raced, your breath catching in your throat as the weight of the moment pressed down on you. But even through the fearâthrough the threat of the gun trained on youâyou couldnât help but notice him.
He was a man built of rough edges and unspoken sorrow. The strong line of his jaw and the sharp angles of his face, framed in that fleeting light, left you breathless in a way you couldnât explain. He was handsome in the way of broken thingsâhandsome without softness, without intention, as if the world had shaped him out of its wreckage and forgotten to smooth the edges.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing here?â His voice, thick with a southern drawl, was laced with frustration that bordered on anger. His dark, unblinking eyes weighed you down with suspicion, pulling you abruptly from the trance you hadnât realized youâd fallen into. A flush crept up your cheeks, the warmth of embarrassment mixing with the intensity of his gaze.
Your throat was dry, the words stuck somewhere between your mind and your lips. You tried to speak, but nothing came out. Swallowing hard, you grimaced at your own silence. Great. He probably thinks Iâm mute, you thought, a grim sense of irony creeping in. This was the second time youâd been struck speechless in his presence, as if the weight of his gaze alone had the power to steal your voice.
Before the moment could stretch further, Tessâs voice sliced through the tension like a knife.
âWait,â Tess said, stepping between you and Joel, her sharp gaze flicking between the two of you before recognition dawned in her eyes. âI know her. Sheâs the doctor from the QZ.â
Your heart skipped a beat. How did Tess know you? You had worked in the infirmary for extra rations, but you had kept your head down, trying not to draw attention. Yet, Tess knew. Of course she did. Tess always knew.
Joelâs gun remained raised, though his eyes shifted to Tess, waiting for an explanation. Tessâs expression softened slightly as she gestured toward you.
âShe might be able to help,â Tess said, nodding toward the woman slumped against the wall. âWe need her.â
Need me for what? The question echoed in your mind, but you stayed silent, your heart pounding as the gravity of the situation settled over you.
A scoff echoed from the young girl standing nearby, her eyes rolling with exaggerated annoyance. âAnother one? What is this, âTake Your Random Stranger to Work Dayâ?â
Joel shot her a sharp look, his voice hard. âQuiet.â
The girl huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. âJust trying to lighten the mood.â
Joelâs gaze returned to you, the gun still in his hand, though now lowered. His eyes searched your face, as if weighing how much of a threat you posed, or whether you were worth trusting. The tension in his jaw didnât ease, but after a moment, he nodded. Barely.
âFine,â he muttered, though he spared you only the briefest glance before turning his attention back to the situation at hand. His mind seemed elsewhere, as if, like you, he had found himself in a moment far bigger than he had anticipated.
You exhaled shakily, realizing only now how tightly youâd been holding your breath throughout the entire encounter. Tess gestured for you to come forward.
âThatâs Marlene,â Tess murmured, her voice softer now as she motioned toward the woman slumped against the wall, her breath labored and shallow. âShot by FEDRA.â
Your eyes widened as the severity of the wound hit you. The blood seeped through her fingers like a slow, inevitable surrender, too much for her to survive without immediate care. Every instinct in you flickered to life, pushing aside the fear as you dropped to your knees beside her. Your hands moved swiftly, tearing a strip of cloth to fashion a makeshift bandage. As you pressed it firmly against the wound to stem the bleeding, your mind raced, piecing together the gravity of the situation unraveling before you.
Above you, their conversation continued, a low, urgent hum that seemed to thrum through the airâJoel, Tess, and Marlene whispering in hushed tones about transport, the girl, and something far more dangerous than youâd realized. Plans were forming, intricate and desperate, and you were now in the thick of it.
âWe canât move her like this,â Tess said, her gaze flickering to Marlene with a grim finality. âShe wonât make it.â She paused for a moment before adding, her tone steady, âWe need to get the girl out of here. And we need her,â Tess said, nodding in your direction. âMedical skills might be the only thing that keeps us alive.â
Joelâs eyes shifted to you again, lingering with a skepticism that felt like a blade at your throat. He didnât need to say a word for you to feel the weight of his mistrust; it was written in the hard line of his gaze. The sharpness in his eyes pinned you in place, silently assessing your worth, your potential threat, and whether you were just another burden to carry. But Tessâs word seemed to hold weight with him. He trusted her, and for now, that was enough.
After what felt like an eternity, Joel gave a terse nod, though his expression remained unyielding, and his gaze barely flickered in your direction. His mind seemed elsewhereâperhaps racing just like yours, caught in the sudden tangle of choices and consequences.
Your breath came in shallow bursts as you pressed harder against Marleneâs wound, the tremor in your hands betraying the fear you fought to suppress. The air thickened with the weight of what was unfolding around you, a moment too vast, too unpredictable to fully comprehend.
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