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othersidedd · 15 days ago

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Let me take care of you

Joel Miller x f!reader

🤎 You're sick and Joel wants to take care of you.

🤎 tags: no outbreak or maybe were in jackson however you wanna imagine it, sickness, soft dom joel, caring joel, kissing, joel talking you through it kinda, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, praise, joel cums in his pants from just eating you out

🤎 wc 2.5k

🤎 a little bit self-indulgent short thing cuz im sick again for the third time this month and im honestly so tired of it (and i wish joel miller would take care of me)

🤎 reader has hair she can braid, pink lips and is smaller than joel

You had been feeling under the weather for a few days now, waking up with a dry throat, guessing it'll probably pass when you get a glass of water, but instead it stuck with you, then it was your nose next, midday suddenly realizing you cant get any air through your nose.

A day after that it all really hit you. You woke up to an aching all over your body, getting up from the bed, rubbing at your forehead, attempting to ease some of the pain. You tried to breathe with your nose, but still nothing. You groaned in annoyance and pain, waking up Joel, who was still peacefully sleeping next to you. He slowly blinked, adjusting his eyes to the bright sun beaming from the window, making you glow in the light as Joel watched you, but you definitely didn’t feel all that shining and glowing right now.

"Is somethin' wrong, baby?" his voice called, still rough and slow with sleep. His eyebrows furrowed with worry, a hand reaching for your cheek. He softly traced your cheek with his thumb. "Jesus, you're burnin' up." He brought his hand up to your forehead, laying the back of his hand flat on your hot skin.

"Everything hurts, I just wanna sleep for a bit more," you told him, looking at his sweet, dark brown eyes filled with concern about you.

"Ya' stay right here, I'll go get the thermometer." His hands left your body and you laid your weak body back on the white sheets, sighing with the acceptance of it all, you really weren’t feeling well, and you would have to stay in bed for at least today.

As he came back and sat next to you on the mattress, checking your temperate, you both figured out you really were burning up. In Joel’s words, you had a dangerously high fever. He told you to relax and stay in bed, while he ran to the pharmacy to get all kinds of medicine to help get you back on your feet.

Only back then you didn't know that you would still be staying in bed after a week, feeling like an eternity with your body locked up in one place. This sickness was hitting you hard. You mostly slept through your days, and even when you could rarely stay awake for a few hours, you couldn't do anything. Your body was so weak, even standing up made your head spin.

Thank god Joel was there for you. You tried to tell him you could take care of yourself, however he insisted on helping, and there was no use trying to argue with him, he was a persistent man, and you were also lying, there was no way you could have taken care of yourself when you were like this. He made food for you, he read your favorite book for you, the pink cover of it looking silly in his big, rough hands. He even helped you get to the bathroom, the fever still making your legs wobbly. He carried you to the couch on the days you wanted to watch a movie to pass the time. He laid with you when you fell asleep, his comforting hands around your waist, and his hot breath in your hair.

And of course, he gave you all those medicines he bought. He would feed you a strange tasting liquid with a spoon, demanding you to open your mouth afterwards to make sure you actually took it all, then spray something up your nose, and then, your favorite, he would rub those creams on your chest and back, running his calloused hands on your soft skin. It felt comforting, his touch so gentle and knowing, soothing away some of the aching in your body. But his hands on your chest, only inches away from your breasts, also had your stomach twisting with want. You'd stare at his face with pleading eyes, as he focused his gaze on his hands spreading the cream on you. But either he didn't notice the glint in your eyes, or he just didn't want you like this, all stuffy and messy, because day after day, his hand left your body, fixed your shirt and kissed your cheek, wishing you a good night.

"Open up, baby. Stick your tongue out." You rolled your eyes, but still obeyed, sticking your tongue out at Joel sitting in front of you on the bed, soft mattress dipping under his weight. You still tasted the metallic taste of the medicine faintly on your tongue.

"Good girl," he cooed, smiling at you. You laughed softly, the praise slightly stirring something in you, reminding you of all the times you've been on your knees before him, hearing those same words, but in a darker tone.

"Gotta' make sure you take everything I give ya'." You gave him a look, a mad one, maybe, but you didn't actually want him to stop. He was teasing you, and whatever he was trying, was working, your face flushed, and your touch deprived body tensing up at his filthy words.

"Stop talking like that." You slightly pushed his shoulder, only earning a soft laugh from him. "I'm all messy and sick," you said, more to yourself, trying to stop the arousal twisting in you. You hadn't even looked into a mirror that day, but you could only guess what a mess you were, sitting on bed in your worn sleep clothes, hair falling out of your now loose braid, holding an used tissue in your hand.

He reached for the small container of cream on the bedside table, twisting the top open with ease. You were only wearing a small pink tank top, giving Joel all the access he needed for this. He dipped two fingers, his index and middle, into the soft cream, your eyes closely following their every move, causing you to feel a familiar heat between your thighs. He brought the fingers to your neck, softly starting to work the cream onto your skin, starting at the neck.

"You're still burnin' up,” he stated matter-of-factly as his hands worked on your skin. They were slowly starting to make their way down, now massaging the cream into your upper chest. You felt your nipples harden at his touch, the action clearly visible to him too, the hardness of them poking right through your thin shirt. His eyes flickered to yours, lips now forming into a small smirk. His hands inching lower, you could sense this wasn't about the cream anymore. Your breath hitched in your throat, lips slightly parted.

"You look beautiful," he whispered as he slowly brought his lips to yours, giving you a gentle kiss. His hands sat right above the soft flesh of your breasts. You huffed and opened your mouth to protest, how could he find you beautiful in this state? But he quickly stopped your attempts, "Shh, don't say anythin'." To make sure you got the message, he closed his lips on yours again.

You breathed out his name, hands tugging at his old gray t-shirt, trying to ground yourself, but also wanting to pull him closer, get more from him. He softly brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear, his sweet eyes looking at you with so much love and gentleness. "I know, sunshine, you've been feelin' so bad." His hand still resting at your chest finally moved lower, gently massaging over your clothed breast.

"Let me make you feel better." Your head dizzy with the sickness, and now also arousal, all you could do was nod, hoping that would be enough for him, enough to not stop, enough to give you more.

He slowly tugged your shirt over your head, leaving you in only your panties. His gaze moved over your chest, always savoring the sight of your pretty flushed nipples and soft skin, as if every time was his first time seeing you like this. He kissed your jaw, neck, collarbones, making his way down, feeling the feverish heat of your skin on his lips, sucking gently, tasting the sweetness of you on his tongue. As his mouth finally found your breast, you leaned your head back, a slow exhale escaping your parted mouth. He knew just the way to touch you, and tonight it was all about you.

"Lay down for me." His big hands guided your back to find the soft sheets, making sure your head was resting on the pillows. Joel hummed in satisfaction, moving himself towards your feet. His thumbs tenderly teased circles on your hips, "Let's get these off," fingers finding the waistband of your white panties. He slowly tugged them down, taking his time, letting you relax and feel every moment. He tossed the damped underwear aside, rough hands gently guiding your legs open.

You loved when he was like this, Joel Miller, the big, rough, mean man, touching you like a sacred thing, like you could break at any moment. His touch so full of care and love.

His breath tickled your skin as he kissed along your thighs. You suck in a long breath as he softly held your legs, thumbs circling the skin, and kissed right next to the wetness between your legs. You felt yourself struggle for breath, your nose still stuffy.

"Breathe through your mouth, baby," he guided you, other hand reaching for your lips, other still staying at your thigh, holding you open for him. His index finger pushing against your pink, soft lips, your body responding to him, parting your lips. The digit gently pressed at your lower lip, holding your mouth open. You took long inhales through your mouth, Joel feeling the hot air on his finger.

A soft whimper escaped your mouth as he licked your folds, dragging his tongue along your wetness. The sweet pleads from your mouth as he worked you with his own, went straight to his cock, feeling the hardness in his boxers. He looked up at you, as he slowly dipped his tongue into you, your parted mouth, slight string of saliva running down your chin, wetting the finger still in your mouth, gently, but firmly holding it open, your face flushed the most gorgeous shade of red. You moaned his name, hips bucking up, grinding into him. Joel savored the taste of you, even if this was for you, that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to enjoy himself.

"This what you needed?" His lips found your clit, sucking gently, causing you to throw your head back, body shivering from the sensation. "Needed me to make you feel good?" You couldn't answer, only frantically nod, barely even registering the words in your hazy mind. His digit left your mouth, trusting you to keep it open with all your moans and whimpers. The hand traveled down your body, touching your neck, chest, stomach and thighs. He rubbed your thigh, trying to ground you before speaking again, "Tell me, beautiful."

Your voice came out hoarse and dry, more like a broken cry, "Yes, fuck-. Joel, yes, please, I need you." He smiled at you, a soft, comforting smile.

"That's my good girl," he cooed, a calloused finger finally finding your opening, slowly pushing inside of you. Your back arched at his digit working its way inside of you, your breath fast and unsteady. "Easy, let's take it slow," he didn't want you to overwork yourself, already feeling weak due to your fever. He slowly dragged his finger in and out, feeling the way you were soaking it.

"Look at me." You opened your eyes, hadn't even realized they were closed, lost in all the pleasure. You gazed at him with heavy eyelids, meeting his eyes, glimmering beautifully in the dim light.

"Keep your eyes on me, okay?" You tried to respond, half the word disappearing into a moan as he pushed his finger deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside of you. You fought to keep your eyes open, soft whines filling the silence of the night. His mouth returned on you, gaze still connected to yours as he licked your clit. The sight of him like this, between your legs, mouth working on you, lips and jaw glistening with your wetness, eyes full of eagerness to please, was enough to almost bring you to the edge.

Joel loved this too, his precum dampening his underwear, cock twitching with arousal. The way you looked, so messy and ruined under his touch, your whimpers and begs in the thick air, how you let him take care of you. He saw the way you were struggling to keep the eye contact, brief moments of eyes closing, moans getting shorter and louder, signaling to him that you were getting closer. And he was too, he felt that familiar tug at his stomach, causing him to groan against you.

"My sweet girl," he mumbled in between sloppy sucks and licks. "You're doing so good for me."

His words went straight to your cunt, hips bucking up into him, his finger curling inside of your soft walls. He stared at you with hunger and fire in his eyes, like he never wanted to stop, like he was enjoying this just as much as you.

"Joel-," your words cut short by another flick of tongue against your red, aching bud, "Ah- I'm gonna-". You reached your peak, back arching from the mattress, crying out his name.

He felt you come undone on his finger, your walls squeezing around his digit. He watched you writhe under his touch, listening to your cries of pleasure, hearing his name on your lips over and over again, pushing him over the edge too, grunting as he felt his release paint a wet spot in his boxers.

You both watched each other come undone, his finger still softly moving inside of you, letting you ride out your pleasure. Breathy moans and groans traveled in the air as you collected yourself.

Joel slipped his finger out, bringing it to his mouth, licking the flesh clean. He leaned over you, hands on either side of your head, closing you in, bringing his lips to yours. You tasted yourself on his lips, gaze traveling around his still clothed body, surely he needed the release too, you were ready to help him, even if your body was aching and screaming at you to go to sleep, but then, you noticed it, the wet spot on his pants.

"Did you...," you whispered between the soft kisses, staring at his crotch with slightly widened eyes. He looked down at himself, then back to you, and nodded, eyelids heavy and breath still uneven. You laughed softly, running your hand in his dark curls. "Joel Miller, the man you are," you smiled at him, eyes bright with amusement, earning a low chuckle from him.

"C'mon now, lets get you to sleep, baby." He laid his bigger body next to you, hands resting on your bare waist, holding you close to him. Planting soft kisses on your neck and shoulder, you drifted off to sleep with Joel holding you, taking care of you, like he always does.

🤎 im so sorry if theres any errors im sick and tired :( please tell me your thoughts if you have any !!

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel the last of us #the last of us #tlou #tlou fic #soft joel miller #joel miller smut

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othersidedd · 16 days ago

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Joel making you change at the beach without wrapping a towel around yourself because his body is broad enough to cover yours completely. I need to be shot

#stop im drooling #this is everything

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othersidedd · 17 days ago

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Hey lovely!🥰

I’ve just had an idea and I was wondering if could write something among the lines of it. So basically, reader and Joel were together before the outbreak, but when the outbreak happened they didn’t found each other and neither of them knows if the other is alive (in the case of reader, she doesn’t know that Sarah is dead, btw I was thinking that the two of them had a very close relationship and that she cared about Sarah as if she was her mother). Somehow reader ends up in Jackson and she and Joel reunite when he and Ellie arrive at Jackson. At first it was a shock but then everything was super cute and etc…

I don’t really care how you write it, just whatever vision you have about it. Basically I think that it’s cute if they were dating before everything happened and then they reunite again.

Ignore this if you don’t like the idea, that’s completely fine.

Kisses 🫶🏻🩵

hii !!!! i swear ive read a fic with this kind of same plot and i loved it omg it was so good, i loved the idea its so sweet and emotional, and definitely something i could consider writing too 💘 maybe after i work on a part two for cigarettes i could work on something like this, thank you so much for the idea and request lovely !!🤍🎀

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othersidedd · 20 days ago

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I'm here

Joel Miller x f!reader

🤍 Ever since Abby almost killed Joel on that snowy day, you've had nightmares every night. Thankfully Joel is always there to comfort you and remind you that he's still here.

🤍 here's a little pain medicine for you all after episode 2 <3 joel is alive and well !!! (i say as they drag me into the asylum)

🤍 wc. 1.5k

🤍 Tags: oneshot, fluff omg so much fluff, angst, soft and caring joel, very anxious and protective reader, comfort

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You remember that day so vividly, you and Ellie rushing in the freezing wind to find Joel and Dina. You seeing Joel's blood and scar covered face, causing you to freeze on your tracks. Ellie shooting dead the woman standing over him, who you later learned was named Abby, and her father had been killed by Joel. But you thought that gave her no right to find and try to kill Joel, the dearest person in your life.

That specific day had been haunting your mind. The first weeks after it were rough for both you and Joel. Joel's scars and bruises still healing, and you being terrified everyday, anxiously thinking of who else could be after him. Who else's father, or mother or child had he killed? Who would come to get their revenge next? Would they come during a night, you deep in sleep and not being there to protect Joel? You sobbed in Joel's comforting arms way too many times, him holding you tight, brushing his fingers through your hair. You had begged him not to go on patrols anymore, you had pretty much begged him to not even leave the house anymore, scared of someone getting to him if he were to leave your line of sight. Joel agreed in a soft whisper, that he would stay with you at home, at least for few weeks, until your mind calmed.

But the issue was that your mind didn't calm down, there was this constant anxiety flooding in your thoughts. No matter what kind of calming exercise you tried, nothing eased your mind, the images of his bloody, beaten up body returning to your mind over and over again. Every day you would sit and wait for Joel to come back home, you would sit for hours on the couch, anxiously staring at the front door. And when the door moved open, revealing the familiar figure of the man you loved, you would run up to him, tears immediately falling from your eyes. Joel would always dry your wet cheeks with his thumbs, gently stroking your face.

"Shh, it's okay." He would softly breath out. "I'm here."

And then there were the nightmares, you felt like those were the worst part. In these dreams, you could see him so clearly, everything feeling so real. You'd hear his screams, just like how they sounded on that day. Sometimes it would be Abby above him, sometimes other people, the way they were killing him also changed some nights, but the situation would always be just as horrifying to see. You would always wake up to Joel's fingers softly stroking up and down your arm. You'd feel the tears on your cheeks, you'd felt your mouth drying from the screaming you did, it always causing Joel to wake up. You would shake and shiver, entire body filled with fear. Your vision would be blurry from the tears spilling from your eyes, feeling the warmth of them on your cheeks. That day was like a ghost, always following you around. You didn't even want to imagine what your life would be like if you hadn't found him. Or if you'd have found him only a few minutes too late, only finding his dead body laying limp on the floor.

It was one of those evenings again, Joel said he would only be out for a few hours, needing some fresh air and wanting to go talk to Tommy about some patrol stuff. You had begged him to take you with him, but he had softly stroked your face and kissed your forehead, telling you to stay here, make something to eat and go rest, saying something about how all your worrying was surely making you tired. You had quietly accepted your fate, knowing he was right, and you couldn't always follow him around everywhere, so you waved him goodbye, closed the door and made your way to your usual spot on the couch. You didn't make food, and you most certainly couldn't rest with him being gone. You'd check the clock every five minutes, almost counting down the minutes to when he should return . And when he had been gone for two hours and 15 minutes, you got up and started pacing around the living room, fidgeting with your hands anxiously.

Then you heard it, the faint sound of footsteps on the porch and the click of the keys. Basically running to the door you were greeted by Joel's comforting arms around you. Hugging you gently, as if he was afraid to break you. "You were late." You stated, your voice slightly muffled into his shirt. He softly chuckled. "Yeah, for like what, 10 minutes?" He held your chin and placed a soft kiss on your lips. "Actually, 15." You muttered between gentle kisses, causing Joel to let out a low laugh. "Alright, sunshine, we should get you to bed." He stripped his jacket away and stepped out of his worn boots. You made your way to the living room, sinking into the sofa. Rubbing your eyes that were filled with sleepiness. It was late, and you were exhausted from the hours of worrying and replaying memories in your head.

"Did you eat?" Joel asked, standing in the kitchen, turning his head to you. You shook your head, to which he clicked his tongue and gave you a look. "I told you to eat something." He soon made his way to you with two plates in his hands, setting the other one on the table in front of you. As you two ate, he told you about what him and Tommy talked about it, half of it sounding like nonsense to you, but you still gladly listened, Joel's voice always being so soothing to you, it being active proof that he was actually here, he was alive and with you.

"C'mon, let's get you to bed." You let his strong arm lead you towards the bedroom. He gave you a shirt of his to wear to bed, an old simple black t-shirt, that was way too big on you. You took your place on the bed, smelling Joel on the sheets. He got himself ready for bed and filled the other side of the mattress. You turned yourself to him, his soft, dark brown eyes already gazing at you, a sweet smile on his lips. He kissed you, ever so gently, reminding you with the action that he's here, you're not alone. You wrapped your arms around him, sighing softly. He whispered you a good night and held your body close to his, as you drifted off to sleep.

Joel's screams, his voice low filled with agony. You ran and ran, but felt like you weren't fast enough, legs burning from the movement. Ripping open the door, seeing Joel's face on the ground, dark red blood dripping to the ground. The woman with the braid, beating him over and over again. You screamed, his name, please, stop, anything would come out of your mouth, throat feeling dry and voice coming out strained.. You felt like you couldn't move, feet glued to the wooden floor. You felt cold sweat on your skin, and hot tears on your cheeks.

You'd hear someone calling your name softly, the sound not fitting this scenery. "Hey, I'm here. Sunshine, you're okay." A soft, familiar voice slowly pulling you out of the horrifying vision. "Open your eyes, you're with me." You obeyed and blinked open your eyes, seeing Joel's worried face in the soft glow of the nightlight. "Hey, baby. I'm right here." Slowly returning to this world, returning to your body, you felt his hand in your hair, softly holding the back of your head, and the other tightly wrapped around your fingers. "See? It's all good, we're safe." He placed a soft kiss on your wet cheek, tasting your salty tears on his lips.

"I'm so scared." You whispered, tightening your hand around his, like you were afraid he would disappear if you didn't hold him tight enough. Joel looked at you with sad eyes, and furrowed eyebrows, causing more wrinkles to appear on his face. "Shh, I know." He pulled you closer to him, your head now laying on his chest, feeling it slowly rising up and down, the sound of his heartbeat filling your ears. "It was just a dream. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere, I promise." He gently brushed his fingers through your hair. Your tear stained cheeks were wetting his shirt, but he didn't care. All he cared about right now was you feeling safe.

"Sunshine, can you feel my heartbeat?" You nodded against his chest. "Good, focus on that. I'm alive, and I'm not going anywhere." Your breath slowly evened out, your own heartbeat finally calming down. Joel placed his hand on your back, tracing circles with his fingers, feeling you drift back to sleep under his touch. He softly brushed strands of hair away from your face, allowing himself to see your peaceful face. If only he could, he would take away all those worries and fears from you.

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🤍 i kinda rushed writing this so i apologize if theres any mistakes :( as always hearing your thoughts and opinions would be greatly appreciated !!

#tlou fic #tlou episode 2 #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel tlou #joel miller fluff #joel miller comfort #the last of us #joel the last of us #the last of us fic

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othersidedd · 21 days ago

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take these to maybe heal you a bit after episode two

#tlou episode 2 #tlou #the last of us #the last of us season 2 #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #kaitlyn dever

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othersidedd · 21 days ago

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Cigarettes

Jackson! Joel Miller x f!reader

🖤 Joel smokes for the stress and you want to join him. However Joel thinks you're too sweet for cigarettes, but maybe he can offer you something else for your restless nights.

🖤 (sorry i think smoking is kinda hot) songs that inspired me w this; !!too sweet - hozier!!, a little death - the neighbourhood, art deco - lana del rey and cigarette smoker fiona - arctic monkeys

🖤 wc. 3.5k

🖤 Tags: one shot, (romanticized) smoking, stressed joel, struggle with sleep, opposites attract, kissing, praise, handjob, oral sex (f receiving), joel has hair yum, soft joel but he also mocks you for a bit

(reader is described as having hair she can braid)

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Smoking had became a habit for Joel, with all the stress about Ellie and his past memories that kept him up tossing and turning around bed most nights. Cigarettes were his way to calm down on those hard nights. He'd go to the porch of his house, setting down the cigarettes and a glass of whiskey on the wooden table. He'd reach for the lighter in the pocket of his blue worn jeans. He would sit there in the dark and quietness, sometimes for just a few minutes, sometimes for almost an hour. He enjoyed the way it was just him, he'd take long drags of the cigarette and slowly close his eyes, feeling the cold night breeze on his rough skin. He only allowed himself one cigarette per night, after all cigarettes weren't the easiest thing to obtain during these times.

You knew about Joel's bad habit. You'd seen him multiple times on your late night walks. Sometimes he would see you and quietly nod his head your way, an acknowledgement. Other times he wouldn't see you, his eyes closed and head slightly leaned back. Those times you'd linger around for a bit longer, stopping in your tracks and admiring the rough looking man, his skin highlighted by the dim yellow lights of his porch. But you decided to stop admiring him after a time you got caught by the man himself. You swore you only stood there for a few small seconds, watching Joel exhale the gray smoke of the cigarette resting between his calloused fingers, his eyes closed and face less tense and worried compared to other times you'd see him around the town. But apparently your seconds of eyeing him were too long. Joel slowly opened his eyes, rubbing his forehead with his free hand. His dark brown eyes found you, standing some meters away. Just standing there, completely still, like a deer in headlights, staring right back at him. His intense gaze felt almost primal on you, making your body fill up with nervousness, you wanted to run away.

"You need somethin'?"

You quickly averted your eyes from him, finding anywhere else to look but him. Nervously you fidgeted with your hands in front of you, suddenly you felt too aware of everything, of yourself, you thought about how pathetic you probably looked to him. He probably wanted to laugh at you. You stood frozen in one spot, shaking your head. You hoped that was enough of an response to him as you forced your legs to move you away from the awkward encounter, one step at a time closing the distance to your house.

Joel looked at you, eyebrow slightly cocked and his eyes filled with amusement. You avoided looking at him, turning your back to him and continuing to walk, causing you to not notice the smallest hint of a smirk forming on his lips. Joel had seen you on your walks, but you would always just walk past, barely even admitting his presence in the dark night. He wondered why you took your walks so late, it felt unusual for you. You were always so pretty, put together, as put together you can be in apocalypse, you usually wore old, a little rough looking sundresses, yet they still hugged your body in just the right places and made your sweet smile look brighter in a way. You had found some spare cloth, deciding to turn it into bows, you'd tie your hair with them. Sometimes your hair was in braids with little bows at the ends, that was Joel's favorite one. He always admired the way you looked so soft, like the apocalypse had just never happened to you. And you seemed happy, so why were you out in the middle of night, walking around in your sleeping clothes and messy hair? These were Joel's private moments, but somehow you had made your way into them. Some nights he found himself expecting you. He gazed in the direction of your house, and when he finally saw you coming, he tried to study your face, which the dim lighting made difficult. Did you wear any worries, or sadness on your face? Were you also bothered by old memories and stress? He would blow out smoke and watch you pass by.

You walked to your door quickly, taking a deep breath when your hand fell on your door knob. You promised yourself you would not stare at him again, to save yourself from this embarrassment in the future. Your heart was still beating as you reached your bedroom. You swore to yourself, feeling annoyed knowing that now you were definitely not getting any sleep. You laid your body on the cream white sheets. Sleeping had always been hard for you. You remember that even as a kid you would turn around in your bed for what felt like hours, flipping your soft pillows over multiple times. And now, being in the middle of an apocalypse, falling asleep had just gotten more difficult. That's why you started to go on your little strolls, the fresh air helped ease your mind a little bit. And when you started seeing Joel on his smoking breaks, you started looking forward to the walks even more. You couldn't help it, Joel was like the total opposite of you, big, rough skin filled with old scars and bruises, dark brown eyes surrounded by wrinkles caused by years of worrying and fighting, and that made you all the more interested in him. You felt like the only thing similar between you two were these sleepless nights. He intimated you, but in a way that made your stomach flip. Some days you would see him in town, and you felt like he always looked at you for too long, you could never hold the eye contact as he studied your face, your body, the way your hair was put today. You'd look away, trying your best to look busy. Joel had taken notice to how you avoided his studying gaze every time, as if you were afraid of him.

It was one of those nights again, for the both of you. Joel had an especially rough day, Ellie giving him attitude for the whole day and his past haunting him again. You felt restless tossing your body around your soft sheets. You had tried everything, drank water, took a warm shower, you even tried counting sheep, but nothing would bring you even an inch closer to drifting to sleep. So, you finally gave up, sat up on the edge of the mattress, sighed loudly and went to grab your jacket. A worn and slightly dirt covered denim jacket. You threw it over your nightdress, grabbed a pair of boots and made your way outside. It was completely quiet outside, everyone surely already long asleep. You went on your usual route, unconsciously making your way towards Joel's house. His porch lights flickered in the distance, and you noticed his familiar figure sitting there, smoke lingering around him.

Joel heard your soft steps against the gravel. He'd started to listen for them, hoping you would pass by. In a way it comforted him, knowing he wasn't alone in his late night worries and habits, you had something bothering you too.

He looked ethereal in the porch lights, his dark eyes glimmering like pearls. His dark curls slightly messy, you'd guess that was caused by rolling around in bed. His eyes followed your every move, as if you would suddenly attack him and he needed to keep watch. But he knew this would go just the same it always does, you walking past, only giving him a few small glances, leaving him alone again.

Something inside of you sparked when you saw him, you turned your head just once more to get a full look at him, his gray t-shirt covered in small wrinkles and his rough looking blue jeans. The cigarette resting between his lips, before his fingers grabbed it again. He was still looking into your eyes as he exhaled the smoke, and you couldn't help but feel something deep in your stomach. You were tired of these hard, lonely nights, you were going to try to change something tonight. It took you every bit of courage to open your mouth, and your question came out as more of a whisper.

"Can I join you?"

You thanked the nightly quietness around you for the fact that Joel heard you. He nodded, his expression softening ever so slightly. As you made your way towards him and the wooden porch, the smell of cigarettes reached your nose. You had never smoked, but it seemed to help Joel with his nights, so maybe it could have benefit to you too. Joel still kept his eyes tightly on you, he was unsure of your motives, he could only read nervousness on your face.

"Did you need something?" Joel finally allowed himself to speak as you sat down on the other chair, placed on the other side of the table that his drink and cigarette pack were resting on. "Can I have one?" You said slowly. Joel looked confused, but you nodded your head towards the pack and earned a low laugh from him.

"Didn't know you were a smoker," Joel said with amusement in his voice. "Ya' sure don't look like one." He eyed your pretty nightdress that peeked from under your jacket.

"Well- I'm not. I've never smoked. But-" You anxiously played with your fingers in your lap. "I have trouble sleeping, I thought, maybe it could help." Joel chuckled at your response and raised his eyebrows.

"That so?" He took a long breath of his cigarette, your eyes following his fingers moving it to his mouth. His rough and dry mouth wrapping around it, making the cigarette look oddly small. "You shouldn't." He added while blowing out the tobacco filled air from his mouth. You looked at his every action, you felt like your stomach was burning. Your mouth hang slightly open. "Why?" You softly said and Joel's eyes returned to you.

"You're too sweet for this stuff," He aimed the cigarette in his hand towards you. "Rather' keep it that way." You almost felt like he was being kind to you, did he really care about you enough to not want you to smoke? But you wanted to try, you were willing to attempt anything if it had any possibility of easing your nights.

"Please Joel," His breath shivered at your pleading, the way your eyes shined. Such a pretty little thing, begging something from him. It made his head flood with thoughts he shouldn't have, that he haven't had in a long while. "Just one?" You whispered into the night air.

"We don't wanna ruin your pretty lungs, darlin'."

Even if he was only calling your lungs pretty, something he couldn't even see, it still made your heart leap in your chest.

"Besides, what's got you so sleepless? Ya' always seem like such a sunshine around these streets."

You shrugged your shoulders, looking up at the starry sky. "Night time has always been a struggle for me." You explained to him, seeing in your side vision how he took a sip of the dark orange liquid, his whiskey.

"If ya' really want these nasty things so bad," he said, a little bit of ash falling from the cigarette between his fingers. "Come here." You slowly rose up from your seat, cold wind hitting your bare legs. You made your way around the table, stopping in front of his chair unsurely. You weren't sure what he wanted from you, where he wanted you, what he was going to do. You'd assumed he would be a gentleman and light you one, hand it to you here, not wanting to reach over the table. But instead, his fingers brought the cigarette up to his own lips. Slowly he took a breath in, rising from his seat to stand in his full height in front of you. The action made you feel small, you had to stretch your neck and look up to maintain the tense eye contact between the two of you. Joel held the smoke in his mouth, and you felt his hand making it's way to your face. His index finger positioned under your chin, and his thumb slightly brushed under your lips. The excitement in your stomach, that was slowly moving to between your thighs was almost unbearable. Joel was like an unsolved mystery to you, his next move, next words were always a surprise to you. He looked at your lips, forcing you to open your mouth by pulling at your lower lip with his thumb. He close the last inches of distance between you two, and brought his lips dangerously close to yours. At this point you had already long forgotten about the cigarettes on the table beside you, those being the last thing you wanted right now, but Joel gently blowing the smoke to your mouth returned your mind to what you had asked from him. You smelled the tobacco, and Joel. Then you tasted the smoke that was traveling to your mouth on your tongue. Joel slowly backed away from your lips, so you could focus on the smoke exploring your mouth, still keeping a hold of your chin. You finally closed your mouth after what felt like hours, and coughed gently. You weren't sure if it was because of the cigarette or because of shock.

"See, it's no good for sweet girls like you." Joel gently smiled at your coughing, rubbing his thumb on your chin, almost as if to soothe you.

"Ya' think you can handle more?" He asked, amusement in his eyes, like he was testing you. You were far too gone in your own delirium to form words, instead nodding your head softly, trying your best not to disturb the fingers still resting on your chin. Joel swore he could see the want glimmering in your eyes, the want, not for cigarettes, but for something more. Something he could give you.

He took another drag of his cigarette, and slowly, almost too slowly, teasingly slowly, his lips made their way to yours again. This time however, he didn't try to open your lips for him. Instead he closed his eyes, you mirroring the action, and you felt his lips touch yours, gently, like he was asking for permission. And of course, you granted it. You opened your lips against his, and quickly, he exhaled, his mouth connected to yours, smoke finding its way to your mouth. You almost felt like the moment would end here, that he would pull away again, maybe send you on your way to go back home, saying that he gave you what you begged for. But, before his lips even fully left yours, he kissed you again. This time it was sloppier, he wasn't on a mission to transfer smoke between your mouths, now his motive was just to kiss you. You softly sighed at the feeling of his mouth on yours, and he took his chance and slid his tongue in your mouth. He was exploring every inch like he was a starved man, and you were his first meal in months. But truly you were, Joel couldn't even remember the last time he felt like this, the last time he felt someone's soft lips on his. You felt your arousal slowly damping your panties, and then, you felt the smoke burning in your throat. You shot open your eyes and Joel felt your discomfort, his lips leaving your mouth, a small string of saliva hang in the air, connecting you two to each other. He let go of your chin to allow you to cough. He smirked as he watched you, your pupils blown wide by the intensity of the moment.

"You alright? Did I give ya' a bit too much?" Joel said, almost in a slightly mocking tone. You laughed softly, and nodded, not sure to which question you were giving an answer to, too caught up in the arousal and tension in your body to think clearly.

"Actually," Joel took a hold of your face again, this time covering your cheek with his calloused fingers. "I think you want somethin' else than this." He looked at the cigarette still hanging in his hand, then returned his dark brown eyes back to you. You brought your hands to his belt, brushing slightly against the growing bulge in his jeans, gently tugging at his brown belt, hoping he would be pleased with that as a response. Joel slowly shook his head, a dark look in his eyes.

"Need you to use your words," He rubbed his thumb over your lips. "Tell me what you want, use that pretty voice of yours." His low voice was enough for you to squeeze your thighs together, feeling the wet spot in your underwear.

"I want you, Joel." You pleaded, a begging look on your face. Your pretty eyes, so filled with need it looked like you could burst into tears if you couldn't get what you wanted, if you couldn't get him. Those eyes caused Joel's breath to shiver.

He broke the almost dangerously too intense contact between you two to put out his cigarette. He stamped it on the table and tossed the remains in the jar with all the other ones from earlier nights. "Good girl." He whispered, voice dark with want. You whined quietly when you felt his hands return to your body, grabbing you by the waist, his touch felt burning on your cold skin. You followed his lead to the front door, leaving the cold night and cigarettes behind you. You could still feel the burn of the smoke in your throat as he lead you to his bedroom inside the dark house. Everything was so still and so quiet.

He gently lead you to his bed, covered in wrinkled up dark sheets and a blanket, a proof of his restlessness from earlier. You sat on the bed, looking up at him with parted lips, your breathing shallow. "Fuck." Joel swore under his breath at the sight of you. You looked like someone worshipping a god, the way your pupils searched his face, the way your lips shined with arousal, the way your hands worked open his belt. You nudged down his pants and boxers with trembling hands. "Take it slow, baby. We have all night." Joel smirked at you and your eager hands working on his pants. His hard cock gently slapped against his stomach and his happy trail, smearing some of his leaking precum onto his dark hairs. You admired the sight, trying to memorize every vein of his cock and every hair trailing down his stomach into your mind. Joel's loud breathing brought you back to the moment. You wrapped a soft hand around the base and earned a low, breathy groan from the man above you. By the way Joel was reacting to even your slightest touches, you'd guess he most likely hadn't been touched in a while, just like you. Sex wasn't really the biggest concern for people during times like these.

"You're doin' so good," Joel praised you between shallow breaths and quiet groans as your hand moved around him. "But, I wanna see you, baby." He looked at you, collecting himself as you removed your hands from his body. You stripped out of your jacket and started tugging at the lace hem of your dress, but Joel took a held of your wrist softly. "Let me." You nodded, Joel not noticing as he was already focused on pulling your nightdress over your head. You felt the air hit your bare chest, causing your nipples to harden, Joel swearing under his breath, he felt like he could almost drool at the sight of you, so pretty and soft everywhere, so different from his rough and scarred skin. He softly massaged your breasts, brushing his thumbs slightly over your nipples, causing you to softly whimper.

"You're so beautiful. A soft, pretty girl like you don't belong to the apocalypse." He said, as if you had a choice. As if you could just be excluded from all of it. "Joel." You whispered his name as he lowered his face to your neck, kissing your skin, your skin feeling like silk on his lips.

"And she also don't belong to my bed, with me," Joel breathed into your neck, the action earning shivers from you. "You're too sweet for me." But in your mind, this was exactly where you belonged. His bed, with him, was where you wanted to belong. "Shhh." You shushed him as you softly pushed his head down. He kneeled before you on the wooden floor, kissing his way down your stomach. You opened your legs for him, and leaned back on your elbows. You watched him leave kisses to your stomach, slowly moving to your thighs. He looked right into your eyes from between your legs, and his gaze alone, was enough for you to shiver and whine his name.

"I'll take care of ya', my sweet girl." He whispered against your thigh, his facial hairs tickling your skin. You felt him as he moved your damp panties to the side, his mouth finally exploring your most sensitive spots, causing you to throw your head back and moan his name into the night over and over again, as he tasted the sweetness of you on his tongue.

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once again, if you have any thoughts or opinions id appreciate to hear them <3

🖤: angel

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller #tlou fic #joel the last of us #joel miller smut

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othersidedd · 22 days ago

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the way Joel acted all cute with his kid nephew made me want to bathe in stem cells and get real fertile.

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othersidedd · 22 days ago

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Come on, baby

(Unhappily) married dbf! Joel Miller x f!reader

💘 Joel Miller, your dad's friend and your neighbour has been unpleased in his marriage for a while now, and you've taken notice to that. You want to help him, you want to be his sunshine.

💘 This fic is inspired by the song Cola by Lana Del Rey. Please listen to it while reading if you'd like. :) (Joel is so Lana coded im literally drooling)

💘 wc. 2.8k

💘 Tags: no outbreak, one shot(?), dads friend joel, neighbour joel, married joel, age gap, soft reader and joel, smoking, cheating, slight size kink, slight angst, "we shouldnt do this", grinding, kissing

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You've always admired Joel, the way his shirts hugged his biceps when he was working outside in the yard with your dad, or, how he would call you out to help them, always ending the sentence with an affectionate "darlin'" or "sugar" in that dark southern drawl, setting a spark in you. You would always skip down the hall and down the stairs, practically flowing through the back door out into the yard.

"What do you need, Joel?" You would smile at him kindly, and Joel's eyes would linger on your pink lips covered in a sweet vanilla lip gloss for just a few seconds, but even those few - almost non-existent - seconds were enough for you to notice.

"Jus' need you to hold this wood for me," he'd hold out the wooden blank to you, and you'd make sure to take a hold of it right under Joel's rough fingers, brushing yours and his together for a moment. A moment you'd replay in your head later tonight. "while I hammer it down." You'd nod, following his instructions faithfully. He would always praise you afterwards, "Good job," Joel’s dark brown eyes would travel around your body, like he was examining you, looking for something. You'd always wear something skimpy and covered in pretty white lace when you knew he was going to be around. "thank you darlin'." He'd smile at you sweetly and you'd do the same. Your dad would break the moment by yelling Joel's name, needing his help. You would slowly walk back to your room, lay your body on your white bed sheets and floral pillows, and daydream about Joel’s eyes on your body or his sweet smile.

But of course, deep down in your gut, you know this all really meant nothing, after all Joel had been married for some years now, and besides that, he was much older than you, and your dear fathers friend as well, Joel feeling something towards you was truly against all the odds.

However lately, you've started to notice some things. The first thing was a few months ago, on a chilly March morning. You were sitting next to your open window, smoking a cigarette, letting the cool breeze sway your hair around and carry the cigarette smoke outside, when you heard something unusual. Your neighbourhood was always extremely calm and quiet, no teenagers around to host parties or yell at nights. Really the only sounds you'd hear that would disturb the quietness of the street were someone building themselves a new terrace. This time you didn't hear loud hammering or sawing, you heard... yelling? You peeked your head slightly through the window to hear the odd sounds disturbing your peace better.

"I'm so tired of you! Of this all!"

Your mouth hang slightly open as you listened to the familiar woman's voice spit out all kinds of rude words. That voice belonged to no other than Joel's wife. You'd hang out at their house with your dad enough times to recognize her voice.

"You never do anything right, Joel!"

More mean sentences and arguments would flood out of her mouth one after another. You decided you shouldn't listen anymore, it wasn't your business to peek your nose in. But you also couldn't listen, the words hurt you as if they were being yelled at you, because you could almost imagine how Joel might have looked at that moment, how his brows furrowed and his lips twitched with pain. So you quickly put out the long forgotten cigarette in your hand against the wooden window sill, shut the window and closed the lace curtains over the window. You tried your hardest to forget about the incident, you told yourself that every married couple goes throught that, it was probably just an one time thing and they're most likely okay.

But you swore Joel's eyes looked different later that day when you passed him on the street, you swore to yourself that he looked tired, or worried, or maybe even sad? And he didn't say hi to you with that same sweet smile he always does. That really kept you up at night, you tossed and turned, your cream white nightdress wrinkling under the sheets. You rubbed your tense forehead. Everytime you closed your eyes, you could see Joel's worried and pained face in your mind. It was like he was haunting you, but this time it wasn't because of his smile at you or his fingers on yours. You were worried about him. You knew he was a good man, you'd seen it. Sure he was a little rough around the edges, but deep down he was sweet and caring, towards you, towards dad, towards all the people he cared about.

After that there were a few more incidents that raised your concerns. A few weeks ago, on a pretty and warm sunday evening your dad was going to go visit Miller's house. He knew you enjoyed their company too, so he asked you to come with him. You happily slipped on a pastel yellow sundress with little flowers on it, brushed your hair and coated your lips with your favorite vanilla lip gloss. You hummed as you gazed at yourself in your mirror, pleased with how you looked, all pretty for Joel's eyes, you skipped downstairs. "You ready?" You nodded a response to your dad and began slipping your feet into your sneakers.

"Oh also, Joel texted me earlier, Mrs. Miller won't be with us today, it's gonna be just us and Joel, hope you don't mind that."

"Yeah, I don't mind," you smiled slightly at your dad, hoping he won't take notice to the worry flooding your body. "Is she working today?" You truly hoped that was the reason for her being gone.

"Not sure, he just told me she wouldn't be there. Didn't really give me any reason."

You responded a quick "alright" to your dad. She was never gone for no reason, you knew that. If she was away she was always at work, they spent a lot of time together at home. Late at night you could sometimes see both of their cars parked in front of the old house, and see how the lights were still on in their living room, you thought about how they were probably cooking together or maybe watching a movie. They seemed like such a happy couple. Her being away on a sunday evening for "no reason" was definitely odd to you and had your head full of uneasiness.

"Glad you could both come, made some dinner earlier if ya' want." Joel was greeting you both at the door. Your dad went in first, heading straight to the kitchen for the dinner Joel mentioned. You nodded kindly at Joel and passed him to follow your dad. Joel could smell your vanilla lip gloss and your cherry perfume, but also a faint scent of the cigarettes you smoked. He always wanted to take those away from you, he thought they were no good for you, for such a sweet girl. You were so pretty in your sundress and white frilly socks. You looked so innocent and sweet. He knew he shouldn't think about it, but god how he wanted to taste your skin, lick your neck and bite at your collar bone, he wondered if you would taste as sweet as you smelled. He hadn't felt like this about his wife in a long time, and that made these images about you even more wrong. As he cleared his throat from your sweet scent and his sinful thoughts, he closed the door behind you and followed you both.

As you walked into the kitchen, you eyed their living room and noticed something odd. On their couch, layed a duvet and a few pillows. Like someone was sleeping there. Joel noticed your wondering stare, yet he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He didn't want to admit what you were thinking was indeed true. He wasn't sleeping next to his wife anymore. That's truly how bad the situation had gotten between them in these last weeks. Your wondering thoughts were interrupted by Joel calling your name.

"Ya want somethin' to drink? I've got some cola in the fridge."

"Oh yeah, sure, thank you Joel." You flashed him a quick smile as you gathered your thoughts to this moment, trying to ease your anxiety about Joel's and his wife's situation. Your dad and Joel quickly started a conversation, planning their next building project together, as you took your seat next to Joel at the table. While you were idly listening to their discussion Joel grabbed the bottle opener from the table. He took your cola into his hands. "Let me help ya' with this." Your eyes wandered from his face to his hands, his knuckles, his rough, much bigger fingers than yours flexing around the bottle and the opener. With a soft pop the cap loosened and you reminded your eyes to return to the man's face. Joel passed the glass bottle back to you, he watched you closely as you brought the bottle to your lips, his eyes focusing on the way your pretty lips wrapped around it. You put the cola back down on the wood and smiled the most innocent smile to Joel, but you swore you could see him slightly smirk at you. He returned to the conversation that your dad had been continuing alone as you sat, staring at Joel's hands, thighs, shoulders, jaw, fidgetting with your hands in your lap.

After that evening, Mrs. Miller has been home less and less. Joel comes and spends more time at your house, building or making dinner with your dad. Expect tonight your dad is working a night shift. He rarely has those, but you're always pleased when he does, since you get the whole house to yourself. You can freely steal one of his beers from the fridge and smoke a cigarette on the couch, which he never would allow you to do if he knew.

You've almost sipped the last bit of your beer when you hear a confident knock on the door. You don't even have time to wonder who could be there, before you're already opening the door wide to see Joel infront of you. Joel's eyes widen just a bit before softening again at the sight of your pretty face.

"Oh, hi, thought ya' father would come to open, is he home?"

"No, he's working a night shift today, sorry Joel. Did you have plans with him?"

"No need for ya' to apologize darlin, is' all good. I was just checkin' if your fathers at home, was thinkin' of grabbing a beer or two with him."

Joel was about to start saying his goodbyes, but you didn't want him to leave.

"Well- don't tell him... but we could steal a few beers from him. I mean he has way too many stocked up in the fridge anyway," You quickly say, giggling softly. "I mean if you want to, I know my company's really not the same as my dads." You feel like you can't look at him in the eyes, instead staring at your own hands.

"That would be nice, sugar. You're always so sweet, aren't ya'?" Joel flashes the sweetest smile to you, and you feel like melting into a puddle. You tell him to go sit down as you head to the fridge, grabbing two beers.

"I see ya' already got a head start, huh?" Joel says as you return, eyeing the almost empty beer can on the table. You wink at him and laugh softly as you sit on the couch next to him. You've never been alone with him like this. Just the two of you. Now you feel like you can freely eye him up and down. You can shift just a few inches closer and faintly smell his scent, so masculine and earthy. It feels like right now, you're the only ones who exist. You both quietly sip on the drinks, an odd tension lingering in the air between you two.

"How have ya' been?" The question from him breaking the tension a bit.

"Good, all that same old stuff," You smile at him. "Been quite busy with my job and everything. You know, trying to save up some money to get a place of my own some day soon." He nods at you, taking a long sip of his beer. You take notice to how small the can looks in his hands.

"Any lucky boys in ya' life?" The question catches you off guard, portion of the beer going down the wrong way, causing you to cough a bit. Joel looks at you with his dark brown eyes, patiently waiting for your response. You quickly shake your head, still trying to clear your throat from the beer.

"I'm not really interested in the boys around me." You try to sound as casual as you can, but a small smirk still forms at your lips.

"That so? Why?" Joel looks at your beautiful eyes, your fluttering eyelashes as you try to think of an answer. You're wearing one of your pretty dresses again, it's as if you knew he would be here with you tonight. The hem is covered in pink lace and right at your cleavage it graces a little pink bow.

"I think- I just," You know what you're trying to say to him, you know exactly what you want him to know, but you're struggling to find the right words. "I prefer them a bit older." Joel looks amused, he cocks an eyebrow, wanting to hear more, but you stay quiet, averting your eyes from his. "Is that right, darlin'?" You look up at him, and theres a look in his eyes that wasn't there before. Like he wants something. His stare and the alcohol in your system gives you just enough encouragement to continue.

"Yeah, I've always had a sweet taste for men that are older."

Joel chuckles at that, but he knows you're serious. He has noticed the way you look at him, like you're hungry for something you can't have. You giggle and slowly move your hand closer to where he's sitting. His gaze never leaves your eyes, but he can feel the way your hand inches closer. You know this is wrong, he is still a married man, but you just want to make him happy. You care about him, you want to show him that you care. So you slide your hand onto his thigh, and notice how his breath gets caught in his throat.

"We really shouldn't do this darlin'." He says, but he also does nothing to stop you. You feel it in your stomach, in your hands, how much you want him, and you see it in his eyes, how much he needs you. You carefully slip onto his lap, swinging your other leg over his both.

"I know you're not happy with her, Joel." You state matter-of-factly. He sighs deeply, feeling your weight on him, your pretty dress flooding in his lap. "And I know your wife, she wouldn't mind. She would want you to be happy," You touch his cheek gently, a touch he hasn't felt in months. "I want you to be happy. Please, Joel. Let me do this," You slowly rock your hips against him, feeling the bulge in his pants. He groans, throwing his head back against the couch. "Let me make you happy." Another rock of your hips against his jeans.

"Oh, sunshine, you're beautiful." Joel's eyes are back on you. He's watching you move, eyelids droopy with arousal and need. You smile at the compliment, taking it as a yes. You place both of your hands on his face, bringing his face forward and closing the distance between you two. He can faintly taste the cigarette on your lips. You both taste the beer on each others mouths. The kiss is gentle almost like you're both scared of breaking something, of breaking this moment now that you're finally here. He grabs your waist with both hands, guides you to grind your hips in a pace he likes. You earn breathy groans from him.

"We can escape, together," A soft moan escapes your lips when Joel's clothed bulge hits your sensitive spot through your panties, breaking your sentence. "Please- We can leave, go to the other side, you can forget about her." He doesn't say anything, instead he kisses your jaw gently, kissing his way down to your neck, your collarbones, where you can feel his teeth nipping at your skin. You whisper his name softly, like its a prayer to you.

"You've always been so beautiful darlin'. Always in your dresses filled with those white laces, those glossy lips, your soft skin and your sweet scent lingering around you. You shine a light everywhere you go." Joel whispers into your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin, causing you to shiver. "I've thought about you many times." He whispers in a way like he's confessing his sins to god, while he slides your dress over your head. "Come on, baby, make me forget."

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note: hi so this is my first fic ever !! ^_^ (the joel brainrot was too much i needed to do this) so idk if its any good or if this will even reach anyone, but please if you do read it i would love to hear your thoughts..?

💘: angel

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #tlou #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #dbf!joel #married!joel #tlou fic #idk im bad at this

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