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“Wanna know what I was thinkin’ ‘bout today?” Joel asked after joining your walk. Uninvited. Again.

“Not really,” you answered .

“Ouch,” he laughed. “Alright, I won't tell ya then.”

“Okay,” you shrugged.

“But I’ll tell ya I got hard as fuck thinkin’ ‘bout it.”

“Doesn’t seem to take much,” you replied.

“That's all you, baby,” he said at a lower, hornier pitch. “You’re somethin’ else.”

Your cheeks warmed, and as you passed the next few houses, the only sound was your sneakers and Joel’s leather flip flops on the asphalt.

As the two of you neared Joel’s house, you couldn’t help but glance at him. Your gaze lingered on his face. At first, it was just to keep your eyes from falling to the inevitable bulge in his gray pj pants. But then, your eyes got caught in the silver bits of his scruff, and when the corner of his mouth twitched into that lethal, little smirk of his, a bolt of desire zapped you right between the thighs.

Right where you wanted him.

Right where he wanted to be.

In one swift move, he stepped ahead, then turned around to face you, blocking your path.

You didn’t try to step around him. You stopped.

His eyes sparkled as he admired your face. He lifted your chin, and his thumb gently brushed your bottom lip.

Your tummy fluttered, and blood rushed to your core.

He let go of your face, and slowly stepped away, inching toward his house without taking his eyes off yours. He nodded toward his basement door as he slid his hands into his pockets.

“C’mon, let's have a drink or somethin’. Lady's choice.”

“I kinda wanna go to sleep,” you replied, fighting the urge to fold instantly.

He offered in a low, sing-song tease, “I can make ya sleep better.”

You smiled, and he murmured, “Ain't that right.”

“I should get home,” you mumbled.

He bent his knees in exaggerated disappointment, then recovered. “At least lemme walk ya there.”

-

The sizzle of the heat between you felt loud as you approached your house in silence. He was going to walk you all the way to the door, and neither of you could stand in that doorframe without thinking about what had happened there.

As you both slowed down in your side yard, he lightly stroked your inner elbow, then trailed his fingers down to your wrist. It was dangerously close to holding hands. Instead, his hand found your ass, and he pivoted to face you.

“Mm,” he grunted and pulled you into a hug with a slow grid of his hips. “Sure ya don’t wanna know what I was thinkin’ bout earlier?”

A quiet sigh slipped from your lips. His breath was heavy above your ear. Your arms wrapped loosely around his broad trunk, and your fingers spread across his massive back muscles as he hugged you with all his filth and charm.

“You know you want this,” he breathed.

No lies detected.

“Good night, Joel.” You insisted, and it might have been convincing if you weren’t melting into his arms at the same time.

“That don’t sound like a ‘no’ to me,” he murmured with a forward push of his hips.

You didn’t reply. Your nostrils flared with a deep breath. That special mix of weed, deodorant, and man… it intoxicated you.

His package had hardened from vague arousal into that perfect, inviting shape that he could just spear you on, if he wanted.

He could just shove himself right in. Your pussy twitched for it.

He pulled his head back to search your eyes and was satisfied to see your pupils wide and your lips parted. His face closed in on yours, and his hand cupped the back of your head. His lips brushed against your mouth, and he stole a bit of your breath. Your lips reached for his, but he wouldn’t seal the kiss. He brushed the tip of his tongue against your lower lip ever so briefly, followed by his teeth. Then he stopped with the side of his mouth against yours.

“Night, pumpkin,” he whispered, and his breath filled your lungs with filthy memories that tingled all over. The hand on your ass relaxed into an affectionate palm. His hips pulled away, and he looked at you deadpan.

“I’m gonna keep walkin’,” he said, then took a deep breath as he adjusted the crotch of his pj pants. “I’ll be around,” he added with a wink.

Really?

He took no for an answer?

Your heart sank a little, and you brushed it off as how badly you needed to get off. He had you all wound up, but you’d finish the job yourself.

—

After getting ready for bed, in a big tshirt with nothing else, you took your vibrator under the covers.

No smut, no audio, no gifs of your go-to actors in sleazy roles.

Nothing could do it for you but Joel after all that heat.

What was he thinking about earlier?

You knew what you were thinking about.

Your body was re-experiencing little flickers of that time he broke in while you were doing yoga. How he put his hand over your mouth. How dominant he was. How forceful, but careful. He indulged in you like a sin and wouldn’t let you deny yourself.

You felt it in your chest. God, it was hot.

HE was hot.

God damn it.

You were thinking about his big cock, about it shoving into you from the back, about him pushing you down on the floor.

With A Good One one building in your depths, you turned the vibe up to max. Your thighs trembled as that memory ripped through your body.

You should’ve been coming on his cock.

—

After you drifted to sleep, your covers were slowly pulled down, just a little at first. Your nipples hardened through your thin t-shirt.

Then, the covers slid down a little more, then further, and the air hit the slick between your thighs. A chill settled over your exposed body, then your heart jumped as you woke up.

Someone was in your bed.

The thought of someone being in your bed took a few seconds process, and by then, he had pinned you with his weight and his hand clamped over your mouth. His cock throbbed against you like it owned your body, like you were it’s personal sheath to fuck and fill.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he whispered, glancing at the toy on your night stand. Then his gaze returned to your face.

Just as you made eye contact, he took his hand off your mouth so he could put it between your legs. “Bet ya were thinkin’ ‘bout that time over there… that little yoga workout I….ugh,” he groaned softly as his skilled fingers found the mess you’d made of yourself.

He slid his digits up and down your slit just twice before shoving two of them into you, just to see the look on your face and hear your breath change.

He cooed, “Oh, you're gonna sleep so good, baby” as his fingers fucked you better than any other man’s cock. His hand moved in powerful thrusts, not too fast. “Ain’t gonna make ya beg for it,” he breathed, massive arm flexing.

His smooth digits made an obscene wet smack with each thrust of his hand. Then he stopped with his fingers fully inside you and palmed your mound, holding your cunt with a possessive grab.

“Don’t even gotta ask,” he whispered with a squeeze, then pulled his soaked fingers out. “I’m just gonna give it to ya….real good.”

He grunted as he got his cock out and into position.

Hot and smooth, his arousal hit your thigh, making your insides throb with greed. “Here we go, baby. Nice n hard, just how ya like it.”

His tip teased your clit, and you teased him back, “How do you know how I-“

“Oh fuck yeah, baby, put up a fight,” he encouraged under his breath, with his eyes coming to life.

You tried to get up on your elbows, and he let you struggle for a few seconds, with his tip nudging between your folds.

“Gonna make me make you? Fuck yeah”

Then his forearm pinned you down, just as his stiff cock pushed into you, spreading your insides with ease.

“God damn, you can take a dick,” he chuckled.

With his cock seated fully inside your warmth, he paused to read your face, then urgently pulled your T-shirt up over your tits, and his mouth fell open as his hips began to move.

He became more aggressive, bottoming out with each punch of his hips, like he'd finally broken into somewhere he needed to be.

Through two slams of his hips, he panted, “You’re so fuckin’ hot, pumpkin.”

“Oh, God,” you closed your eyes and caught yourself tensing as you got close. You took a deep breath and relaxed with a vocal sigh. Your pussy fluttered.

“Attagirl,” he growled, keeping the rhythm steady, snapping his hips a little harder.

You let out a whimper, so close to the edge, not feeling quite safe enough to tumble over it.

“Look at me,” he demanded, and your breath hitched.

You opened your eyes.

“I got you,” he said, eyes darting between yours as he buried himself in you. “Let go, baby. Let go.” He nodded.

You nodded back.

“Yeah,” he breathed. His face darkened with desire. He looked down and palmed a breast as he watched his length slam into you. “Love the way you take this cock.

He lowered himself, and the damp gray tee stretched across his chest grazed your nipples. He brought his face to yours.

Breathing each other’s heavy breaths, you were so close.

You spasmed, then he grabbed your jaw, and his lips captured yours. His tongue plunged into your mouth as he held your jaw like you might pull away. He thrust deeper, stayed deep, and rocked his hips like he couldn’t get deep enough inside. And that did it for you, the tension burst. He let your mouth break away to moan, and he watched you unravel before capturing your lips again, softer, for just a moment.

He stayed deep, rocking his hips, only pulling back every few seconds. He shuddered, and you found yourself craving the feeling of his seed throbbing into you, until the moment it started. Coming to your senses, you squirmed with a half-hearted effort to get him to pull out. “Joel,” you complained, and his hand moved to your hip, firmly holding you in place to shoot his load as deep as he could get.

After the first warm burst, it was a lost cause, you reasoned. You relaxed, and your hips rocked into his as he finished.

The post-nut clarity was unforgiving this time. There was a creep in your bed. In your bed. Your sheets were going to smell like him. And these encounters were becoming regular. You tapped his hip, signaling him to pull out. He grumbled and you said you had to pee.

When you returned, he was still in your bed.

“You should go,” you told him.

“God damn,,” he chuckled. “Still catchin’ my breath here. Give an old man a break.”

“Sorry,” you muttered. “Ten minutes, max.”

-

You fell asleep faster than that.

He left, eventually, but not in ten minutes. Watching you sleep felt too good. And no, he didn’t pick your lock. He didn’t have to.

-

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There are a lot, and they’re brutal with their prey.  They’re not just rough, they’re mean, degrading.  They know they aren’t supposed to look at you, but they still steal a hungry glance when Joel’s not watching.  From what you’ve overheard them doing to their victims, your greatest fear is that Joel will die or get overthrown and you’ll be at their mercy. The day Joel first claimed you, he warned you about those men and how much worse they'd be. At this point, you've seen and heard enough to know it's true.

But even that prospect doesn't sound bad right now compared to what you just went through.  You never should have run.

- - - - -

You stumbled through the woods and when you were almost to the other side, you spotted three armed men in uniform - FEDRA.  You called, “Help!” You were relieved.  They could get you somewhere safe. But when they turned around, it was only a couple of seconds before they aimed their rifles at you.  You fell to your knees begging for help.  

They laughed and talked to each other like you weren’t there.  

“I dunno, she looks infected to me,” the tallest one said.  

“Sure are seein’ a lot of infected this week,” another said and elbowed the tall guy in the ribs.  

The apparent leader of the pack ordered the men to take your clothes off.  They stripped you of everything, even your underwear, and felt you up while they were at it.  One of them stuck a finger in you.   Then, the leader put a single bullet in a revolver, spun the cylinder,  handed it to the tall one, and said “your turn.”  

 "Already? C'mon, I don't wanna fuck another dead girl."  

“At least they can’t scratch you up kickin’ and screamin’,” the leader said.

“Yeah, so what’s the point?” the third one said.  “That’s half the fun.”  

"Better say a prayer then," the leader said. "Go on," he urged. 

The man put the muzzle to your temple and your life flashed before your eyes.  He pulled the trigger and the click made you wince.  You kept your eyes pinched shut and when you slowly opened them, you could hardly believe you were alive. 

Leaves crunched behind you in the woods.  "ANIMALS, all of you," Joel boomed, and you turned around to see him with his rifle aimed at the men.  

"Get down and cover your ears, baby." Joel didn’t even look at you. 

Without so much as blinking, he shot the leader right in the forehead, then kept walking toward them.  Shot another one like it was the easiest thing he had ever done. Not even a flinch. 

Meanwhile, the tall one, the one with the revolver, charged straight at him but Joel still didn’t flinch.  He calmly used the butt of his rifle to strike him square in the face. When the man fell to the ground, Joel straddled him and pummeled his face.  

Still straddling the man, Joel asked you what they did to you.  You told him about the revolver first. Joel took it from the man, spun the cylinder, then held it out for you, but you didn't take it. You were cowering naked on the ground.  “Go ahead,” Joel said.  The man pleaded for his life.  You hesitated, and Joel said “Now,” firmly.  You crawled closer, took the revolver, aimed, and pulled the trigger.  The man screamed and winced, but the gun only clicked.  Joel took it back, spun it again, and handed it back to you.  “Again.”  That time, you shot the man in the chest and the recoil sent you back on your ass.  It wasn’t a kill shot.  The man tried to speak but could only gurgle.  Blood spilled out of his mouth. Your face went cold and you were shaking. 

Joel made sure the man was disarmed, then came over and started putting your shirt back on you. 

"Is that what you want? Shared and slaughtered by those pigs?” He motioned to the three men on the ground.  You started crying, still sprawled on the dirt

- - - - -

Joel puts his rifle around his back, squats down, grabs you by both elbows, and violently forces you to your feet.

"Breakin' my goddamn heart, sweet pea."  He seethes with disappointment.

"I'm sorry," you repeat through your tears, still begging his eyes to meet yours.  Finally, he puts his rifle around his back and looks at you. You must look so pathetic.  Crying, knees covered in dirt, still naked from the waist down.  The dying man stops gurgling.  You whimper yet again, "I'm sorry."

He looks you up and down and seems to soften a little as he responds, "I know, baby.”  But notably, he doesn't say it's okay. He doesn't say he forgives you. You collapse into his chest and sob. He pulls you closer and you're startled when his arousal swells into you.

"How'd they touch you?" Joel asks, then clenches his jaw as though bracing himself for impact.  At least he knows they didn't fuck you since they were all still dressed, to his great relief. 

Joel has your pants in his hands waiting for your answer. You tell him.  

He sighs and squats down.  He wedges his hand between your thighs and you're wet with arousal from feeling his wood.  "Was it like this?" He asks, sliding his fingers against your folds.  You don't know what to say.  It wasn’t like this because it didn’t feel good. He plunges two fingers into you and asks, "like this?" He digs the heel of his palm into his arousal.

“Kind of”

His face tenses into a snarl as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. What does 'kind of' mean?” 

“It hurt.”

“Too many fingers?” 

“No, just one, but too rough.  And too dry.” Your cheeks burn.  

His eyes light up in grim satisfaction.  “Ok, baby.”  He takes his fingers out and wraps his arms around you again.  You start crying again. 

“I’m sorry,” you say for the millionth time.

“I know you are, sweet pea."  He brushes the tears off your cheeks.   “Wanna be sorry here or in the house?” You can only assume what he means.  You just hope it won’t be too brutal, given your betrayal. 

His breath deepens, and he’s slowly stroking a larger bulge in his skin-tight pants now.  You have to think about it for a moment.  You’re anxious to get away from the dead FEDRA bodies, but the other raiders and victims are still in the house. 

Joel adds, “Or in the van?”    

“In the van."

He brushes the dirt off you and helps you step into your pants.

-

When you get back to the house they’ve been raiding, Joel doesn’t take you straight to the van.  There are a few bodies strewn about.  The hostages are all in one room.  Joel takes you to a bathroom away from them.  

He locks the door, hangs his rifle on the towel hook, then turns on the shower.  He strips you and gets behind you, both of you facing the mirror.  He asks, “They do anything else to you? Touch you anywhere else?” You tell him they touched your breasts.   He inhales deeply and clenches his jaw, then cups both your breasts from behind, slowly massaging them.  "Like this?" His hardness presses into you.  

"Kind of, but it didn’t feel good." 

Half his mouth smiles, and in the mirror you notice him scanning your body head to toe. Then he turns you around to face him.

His hands engulf your ass cheeks, pulling you into his pants.  The feeling of his arousal against your front makes you weak.

A massive hand drifts to the center of your ass, and his middle finger lightly glides up and down your crack.   “They touch you in here?”

“No.” 

"Good. They're all gone now, okay baby?” 

-

The water is ice cold as usual and your nipples are painfully hard as Joel lathers them.  He washes your whole body, looking at you like a juicy leg of lamb. When he goes between your legs, you sense his intentions and warn him, “Um, you can’t put soap in there.”

He pauses, bemused.  “Why’s that , sweet pea?”

“It’s bad for you, you can get an infection.”

He looks at the soap contemplatively and says “okay, baby.”  

He rinses you off and tells you to sit on the toilet seat.  Then he sits on the ground, his legs to each side of the toilet, knees up.  He gets you to spread your legs, come to the edge of the seat, and lean back.  The way he’s breathing as he eyes your pussy gives you butterflies.  

He puts your knees over his shoulders.  He drags two knuckles down your slippery folds, then extends and inserts his fingers and curls them, dragging his thick digits against your walls, trying to scrape off any trace of FEDRA. The smallest skin particle would be too much.  It's extreme, but you don’t mind how it feels – physically, at least.  It’s also not a bad view.  His neck veins  bulge, his eyes are dark.

He looks like he has a job to do, and he goes about it quite industriously.  His beard scratches your inner thighs and outer lips. He licks a thick stripe from your taint to your clit, then drags his tongue through every crevice of your folds on each side, making you squirm with tension.  He swirls his tongue around your clit and sucks your hood. Then he plunges his tongue onto you and your whole body feels hollow and light.  His tongue is so thick it's like being fucked.  You shudder and he glances up darkly.  His lips move diligently with the effort and he sucks like he’s trying to cave your walls in on his tongue.  Your thighs quiver and he glances up at you again.  When you're right about to come, he pulls away.  

"Good as new," he says as he wipes his beard.

You were so close to coming and you can hardly bear the tension. 

As though reading your mind, he says, "This ain’t for fun, baby. Not today.  Not after what you did."

He braces his hands on your thighs and stands up with a groan, sporting major wood.  "Stay here," he says coldly.  You squeeze your thighs together.  He takes his rifle off the back of the door and puts it on.  He leaves for a few minutes and takes all your clothes with him including your underwear.  

As soon as he walks out of the bathroom, one hand goes between your legs and the other to your breast, working toward the quickest release possible, biting your lip.  The vision of him between your legs is blinding your mind’s eye from thinking about anything else. You come just in time, covering your own mouth with your inner arm. You feel a wave of shame after you come  - how depraved to get off in this situation. But the tension was too much to take. 

Joel comes back with a duffle bag and a dress. He seems to notice your post-orgasm flush.   He puts the dress on you and it's not a minidress but it's shorter than you're comfortable with, especially if you don't get to wear underwear.  It’s thin, too.  He strokes your inner thighs and gives you an accusatory look. 

"You come when I say." 

Your face burns and you nod. 

"Told you I wasn't gonna let anything happen to you. . . then I did."  He looks guilty, almost anguished. "You're gonna learn to do what I say, understand?"

You nod. 

"For your own good, sweet pea."

"Yeah," you whisper. 

You try to tug the dress down and hesitantly ask, "Can I have, um-" 

"No," Joel says and slings the duffle bag over his shoulder. "Got you some but you're not gonna need it for a while."  

You swallow thickly and remember you chose the van.  

-

Joel manhandles you into the passenger seat, takes some paracord out of the duffle bag, and ties your wrists in a special knot.  Then he ties them behind your head to the headrest.  

He strings rope around the headrest and across your chest in each direction forming an X across your chest with your breasts on either side.  He ties that to the wrist restraints. The rope digs into your neck uncomfortably. 

“Try to get out and it’ll only get tighter.  And I’m gonna know about it.”  

“I won’t.” You’re earnest. 

“Hope not,” he says.  “‘Cause I’ve got a lot more of this.”  He holds up a bunch of paracord, puts it back in the bag, then looks you up and down and wets his lips.  “Looks good on ya, too.”  He shoves the duffle bag behind your seat.  “Real good.”  

He slides his hand between your legs and shoves his middle finger right inside you. His head falls back and his eyelids are heavy.   You’re still wet enough that it doesn’t hurt.  He thumbs your clit while pushing two, then three fingers in and out of you.  Then he stills his fingers inside you.  He strokes the bulge in his pants with the heel of his palm.  His mouth falls open and he studies your face.  Then he flattens his fingers and rubs your whole pussy.  It feels so good, so unbearably good.  Your spine arches.  He takes his time and brings you to the brink again, then cruelly removes his hand.  

“Stay here.” He points at the rope.  “Remember – try to get out, it’ll only get tighter.”

You nod, clenching your thighs together, barely paying attention.

“It’s for your own good.” The tension feels like torture.

-

A few minutes later, Joel comes back out to the van, thank god.  Your hands are getting numb and the rope is chafing your neck and cleavage.    He opens the door and examines the paracord around your wrists.  “Good girl,” he says.  He looks you up and down as though deciding what to do with you.  He exhales with a puff of his cheeks and rubs the big lump in his tight pants.  At this point, nothing would surprise you, and you wonder if you should have made a move in the bathroom to suck him off. 

He swiftly unties the paracord then unbuckles his belt, gazing at you in a dark trance. 

He aggressively shoves his strong arm under you, then you make space and he wedges himself between you and the seat. You’re in his lap again.  

Initially, he pulls you back into him and your breath hitches when you feel his hard package beneath you.   His hips lift and his arousal swells harder. He breathes heavily and his chest inflates against your back.  Then he extends his legs to make a downward slope and scoots you forward on his thighs.  You hear his zipper come down.  When you chose the van, you didn’t know it would be this.  You’re humiliated, but your body purrs in anticipation.   

You’re startled by the van’s back doors opening.  

“Come on,” Joel whispers flatly, nudging you to hover over him.  When you rise a few inches,  he lifts your dress and guides your naked ass backwards, hovering in his lap. He presses the curve of your spine and you tilt your hips.  He guides you until you feel his firm tip at your dripping entrance.  "You want this?" You nod almost imperceptibly, then he says, "Go ahead." You sink onto him with a soft gasp.  “That's right, take it," he says. He puts his hand over your mouth and pulls you down, breathing, "yes." Then he sighs "Ahh," as his girth parts your insides.  He has to use both arms and a thrust to bury himself entirely, then your body’s flush with his. His noises are quiet but visceral, softer than usual, but just as masculine.

You’re pitiful, like a rag doll in your thin dress, no panties, no bra, sitting on his cock.  Bending to his will like he’s your puppeteer.  And you might as well have an arm shoved all the way up you.  He’s inhabiting every bit of space in your guts. 

Men are loading things into the back of the van.  Joel leans you forward to spread your dress over his lap.  Then he pulls you back and lifts his hips, making his cock move deep inside you.   The main door to the van slides open and men start piling in.  Your seat is always in Joel’s lap, that’s nothing new, so hopefully no one notices you’re impaled on his massive cock.  

But that’s unlikely, considering he’s not sitting still. He rocks his hips, pushing his length up into you at a slow pace. This has the effect of lifting your body each time.  Someone sitting behind you could surely see your head going up and down slowly, smoothly, rhythmically.  Joel's hands cup your breasts through your dress.  Tension is coiling in your core.  With his next upward thrust, Joel softly grunts into your hair.  Quieter than usual.  He isn’t worried about being seen or heard –   That’s not his style at all – It’s just that, in the van, it doesn’t take much to put on a show.  In a way, if he can subject everyone to it in near-silence, that’s even more dominant. 

Joel’s hips continue to lift into you and he slides his hand into the low-cut neckline to grope your naked breast.  The driver, Carter, glances over and does a double-take, then swallows sheepishly and quickly averts his gaze, but reaches for the bandana on the dashboard and hands it to Joel.  They’re going to the stash house so Joel pauses to tie it over your eyes.  

Joel grunts softly into your hair as his cock is hugged tight by your warmth. None of the men talk to him.  They chatter at low volume amongst themselves, and he doesn’t have the best hearing.  You hear his name in a whisper from the back of the van and get self conscious that they’re watching. But of course they are. If Joel hears them, he doesn’t seem to mind.  With each tilt of his hips, his thick cock moves a short but impactful distance, nudging your g-spot.  You’re already so full, but it fills you more each time. The tension tightens, radiating to your whole body.  Begging for release.  The motion is smooth and fluid beneath you.  It’s like you’re riding an ocean wave.  Your breathing gets heavier.  

You squeeze your thighs together, tightening around his cock.  Joel grunts into your neck, then whispers “I don’t think so, sweet pea” and stops moving.  He’s really punishing you. For almost the rest of the ride, he holds you completely still on his cock.  Your heart races and your face is hot.  He’s leaning back against the seat and has you leaning back against him.  You ride in silence, listening to the noise of the road under the tires, pitch black under the blindfold. Joel’s as thick and hard as ever and the swell of his shaft twitches.  Every bump in the road provides welcome friction between his warm rod and your desperate walls.  

You know you're getting close to the stash house when you reach the gravel road, at which point you’re continuously bounced on his cock.  You can feel your arousal leaking out of you and onto him.  Your combined musk fills the van and the driver cracks his window as the terrain effectively makes you ride Joel's cock despite his best efforts to deprive you. He holds you tight, trying to keep you completely still against him. You aren’t sure if you’ll be able to stop yourself from coming.  

“You were bad today,” he whispers lowly into your neck, and you feel a wave of shame. “In the worst way," he adds coldly.  

You turn your cheek as though trying to meet his eyes through the blindfold, but his hand strongly grips your jaw and forces your face straight ahead again.  

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as you bounce there, filled to the brim with his girth. 

“Gonna be a good girl from now on?”

“Yes.” 

“Come when I do, then,” his low voice murmurs into your ear, sending a rush through your body.  He better come really soon. 

He inhales deeply through his nose and puts his arm flat on your back with his strong forearm resting along your spine and his hand firmly gripping the nape of your neck.  He forces you down, and you fold forward with your head near your knees.  Then he covers your mouth tight with his other hand.  His arm presses down on your back as his hips lift up into you.  He grunts as he erupts inside you.  His thick cock powerfully pulses and sends you clenching and fluttering around him, softly moaning into his hand as you find your own waves of release. It feels like it lasts forever.  

“Maniac,” someone says under their breath as Joel lets you sit back up.  

"You did good," he whispers flatly into your hair. To your shame, your heart can't help but swell at his approval, even though the coldness in his tone stings. He's obviously preoccupied by what you did.

You can't discern most of the hushed murmurs until another voice ominously whispers from the back of the van, “He can’t watch her 24/7 forever.” Joel must not hear it or else you imagine the man wouldn’t be breathing for long.  

-

The van parks at the stash house and Joel takes off your blindfold.  He helps lift you off his lap and his length slides out, bringing with it a dripping mess of both of you.  Your insides slowly pull themselves back together as your combined juices trickle down your thigh. You step down out of the van while he zips up his pants and you dab yourself as best you can with the dress, face burning along with your neck, shoulders, and hands.  With Joel facing away from the men, you can feel them staring at you, but as soon as he steps out of the van, they look away and go about unloading. 

Joel retrieves the duffle bag from behind the seat, but he doesn't bring it into the stash house with you.  He takes out a blanket and wraps it around you, making you decent. You shouldn't feel like it's sweet, but there's a passing moment before you remind yourself the gesture is for him, not you. He doesn't want anyone else to see you. He said as much the first time you were there. Joel takes out some rope from the bag, and before he brings you into the house, he makes sure his switchblade is in his pocket. Then he firmly grabs you by the elbow and takes you inside.

"You're gonna have to be brave for me in a minute, baby."

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we'll pick up from here next time & a couple more asks will become relevant. It gets dark.

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Rescue (1.9k) Your bf tries to save you.

Stash House (850)- Joel shows off

Wash Bin 🖤 (1k)

Shooting Practice Drabble (1.6k)

Roulette (4k) - You try your luck and run.

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Home (1.3k) - Joel takes care of you 🖤

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Extra Scene - angst.

Yoga (1k)

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Close 🔒 (Jul 3, 2.7k) - A close call 🖤

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Hunger (7k) - a lot 🖤

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face sitting on sofa 🔥

Van ride drabble (800) 🖤 angst/fluff

Quiet Time 🔥

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Trying to use him (800) (riding) 🔥

You touch his scar

quickie (daddy kink scenario) 🔥

If Joel was sick 🖤

Sweet pea overhears Joel 🔥

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if you got your period 🖤

if you weren't wet 🔥

if you bit his arm drabble 🔥

If you snapped (emotional spice) 🖤

magazine and makeup 🖤

If you were annoying

graveyard blurb (spice)

Choking on his dick (600) 🔥

his birthday 🥺

being bad, looking good (2.8k, smut) 🔥

Roly poly - comfort 🖤

headcanons, Q&A

Joel POV of when you met (Oct 3, 1k)

If another man had his way (Q&A)

if you had scars or tattoos (Q&A)

sweet pea by herself

If you sketched Joel and Jack

Apple picking 🖤

Responding to a Nightmare 🖤

cutting his hair 🖤

accidentally hurting her 🖤

analysis (#raider!analysis)

why does he keep her

why did he snap (in Company extra scene)

his eye contact

his affection / feelings, trajectory 🖤

falling for sweet pea

his self hate and her feelings

the dog and joel's concern for you

awareness of growth / why keep her

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Birds of prey (2.6k)

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