#joel last of us

[tightjeansjavi]

Mornin’ Sunshine

A/N: this is a result of my post horny thots so you’re welcome! ♡ ♡ definitely in the realm of self indulgent hehe.

~word count: 1.5k~

Summary: early morning slow sensual fucking with Joel Miller

Pairing | Joel Miller x f! Reader

Warnings: smut with no plot, consent, unprotected piv (please wrap it b4 u stick it) slow sex, mutual pleasure, handjob, pussy play, creampie, Joel is such a passionate lover, nipple play, edging, praise kink, pet names, hella chemistry between Joel and the reader, he’s in love love, domestic Joel, soft! Joel, caring! Joel!, he just wants to make sure you cum first! Joel, no age gap, reader has no physical descriptions, mood board is just used to set the vibe, NSFW (+18) minors dni!

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If there’s one thing that Joel Miller loves to indulge in as he adjusts to living a domestic life again, it’s you. More specifically; early mornings with you tangled in his sheets, thighs still sticky with yours and his cum from the night before simply because you were too worn out to clean up properly. That’s how he likes it, filthy. Raw. Sensual. He likes being able to dip his hand down between your thighs and gather up your pooling arousal between his calloused fingers. The scent of sex still lingers in the hazy early morning air as his arm drapes around your waist, and tugs you firmly against his chest.

You can feel his wiry patchy beard lightly scraping against the thin skin against your neck as he presses soft open mouth kisses, humming as he breathes out through his nose. Your legs are tangled together under the thick quilt, and he knows you’re beginning to awake from your deep slumber when he feels you reach for his hand, threading your fingers over the top of his.

He’s grinning against your skin, nibbling playfully on the shell of your ear with his teeth. You can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your lower back. You love it when he wakes up immediately desiring you. Although, how could he not? Your beauty shone both on the inside and within.

He slowly rolls his hips forward, letting out a soft pathetic grunt when you gently push your ass back against him. “Mmm. Good morning to you too..” your voice is sticky with sleep, raspy, yet softer than his.

“G’mornin’ sunshine.” He croons. His voice dips down an octave sending a flush of arousal between your thighs. You’ll never get tired of his thick Texas twang. It’s buttery smooth with a hint of smoke and spice. It drips like sticky sweet caramel, and sets a fire deep within your belly like a splash of whiskey does.

The covers begin to rustle and bend as his hand curves around your hip, he gently squeezes as his hips roll forward once more. “D’ya want me sweetheart?” His question sends your thighs clenching together tightly as you suppress a moan from slipping out.

“Always.”

Pleased with your response, and mutual eagerness, his hand slowly slips from your hip, and down to the cleft of your ass. You're wearing nothing but a pair of thin cotton panties as the rough pads of his fingertips gently stroke you through the thin fabric. His eyes are blissfully closed as he feels the dampness pooling. It brings him a sense of pride knowing that he’s gotten you this wet, and he’s barely touched you.

“S’wet.” He hums sweetly into the spot just below your ear, leaving more open mouth feather light kisses. “S’all f’me?” He knows it is, he just likes it when you boost his ego.

“All for you Joel.” You let out a soft-sweet sigh as a smile graces your features. Your arm slowly reaches behind you, fingers finding their way into his soft bed head. He loves it when you play with his hair, especially when your nails scratch against his scalp. He doesn’t even have to ask; your nails are already gently scratching his scalp. He loves it. He lets you know with a soft grunt. It rumbled from deep within his chest before passing through his parted lips.

He scoots his hips back slightly as his hand that was presently toying with you, was now slowly pushing his boxers down over his hips. He sighs as his heavy cock springs free. The bulbous head is weeping with a bead of precum leaking from the tip. He’s heavy in your hand as your fingers slowly wrap around the veiny shaft.

Another grunt, followed by a pathetic whimper as you swipe your thumb across the tip, collecting his arousal as you slowly pump your hand around him. He only seems to grow harder from your gentle touch as his hand brushes across yours, finding your covered slit with ease as he slowly drags his fingers against it, applying just a tad bit of pressure. Your thighs instinctively fall open so that he has easier access to where you drip for him most.

You toy with each other awhile longer, wanting to get yourselves worked up as much as you can. You know exactly what he needs, and he knows exactly what you need. It’s a partnership based on balance after all. Mutual pleasure is something you both deeply relish indulging in.

You’re both a whimpering chorus of sensual sounds. Maestros to your own tunes as you play one another like strings on a violin. He grunts praisingly, you whimper his name.

He’s gently tugging your panties down in a slow movement. He can’t help but chuckle when they stick to your puddle of arousal that has built up between your thighs. He gently peels the fabric down past your calves and ankles.

The sheets rustle as the mourning dove coos just outside the open window. A warm summer breeze kisses your skin as you let out a breathy sigh. He drags the tip of his cock through your sticky wet folds. When he finally begins to sink into your warmth, you both release a shuddered breath as his arms reach up to encase you. His broad size is overwhelming, yet comforting at the same time. He fills you up to the brim, stretching you out as you accommodate his thick size.

You're perfect for him. The perfect partner. The perfect cunt. He knows how much you love when he talks to you in an unbridled, filthy manner. He loves it too. “Perfect fuckin’ cunt.” He murmurs against your skin as he slowly thrusts his hips forward into your ass.

“Always perfect f’me.” He grunts low into your neck. His teeth are scraping your delicate skin while one hand is firmly grasping around one of your breasts with his pointer finger and thumb gently toying with your pebbled nipple.

You mewl out his name, eyes shut in pure ecstasy as he slowly fucks into you. You can feel every inch of his cock move inside of you. God, you love it when he fucks you like this. You love the feeling of him buried so deep inside you, it’s hard to grasp just where he begins, and where he ends.

“Good girl.” He lets out a hot puff of air as he holds you as close as he physically can to his chest. His hips grind against your ass in a circular motion.

Soft giggles are exchanged as he accidentally slips out after pulling his hips back too far.

“Too wet?” You teasingly muse.

He chuckles deeply while gently releasing your breast from his grasp. His hand dips down to where your bodies were previously connected as he grabs ahold of his length and eases it back inside of you. He playfully nips at your shoulder blade, “ain’t ever such a thing of bein’ too wet f’me darlin.”

True.

Instead of grasping your breast once more, his hand gently curves around the crook of your thigh as he coaxes it to rest around his hip with your toes planted firmly on the mattress. He has full access to your pussy, more importantly, your clit as he wastes no time to gently play with you once more.

Your moans increase as his fingers rub your sensitive nub of nerves in quick motions, faster than the rhythm of his hips are fucking into you. It’s a tantalizing combination that has been concocted just for you.

Your moans intensify from the growing sensation in the pit of your stomach. His name falls from your lips like a prayer that is shared just for the two of you. Your sweet little sounds urge him forward. He knows you're close when you try to get away from the intense pleasure surging through your veins. He doesn’t let you. He pulls you right back against his chest, tsking softly under his breath.

“Shh.” He coos. “You’re alright baby. I gotcha. She’s sensitive this mornin’ hmm?” You can feel him smirking against your skin that is beginning to bead up with perspiration. He licks the salty dew like a man starved as he buries his face further into the crook of your neck.

“Jus’ wanna make sure you cum.” He reassures you with one heavy jut of his hips that has you seeing stars between closed eyelids.

“Jus’ wanna love on ya.”

“My baby.”

“My honey.”

“My everythin.’”

Praises fall against your sweat stained skin as he buries himself inside of your warm pussy as deeply as he can reach. Deep enough that his tip is brushing against your cervix. You cry out his name as your nails sink into his forearm. A choked sob, an I love you, a post orgasm laugh as he stays buried inside of you, not wanting to part from your warmth just yet.

He’s kissing you all over as you softly giggle. Your noises that he loves so dearly are cut off when his lips finally find yours. It’s a searing slow kiss. You can taste the passion on his tongue as he breathes out deeply through his nose.

“How d’ya want your eggs? Scrambled, or over easy?” He asks, a boyish grin plastered on his face as he kisses you sweetly.

“Scrambled.” You softly responded, fingers tangling through his hair as you pulled him in close.

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[crisisreading]

Something very unique about the Last of Us is the way it handles character death and extreme tragedy in a remarkably respectful way.

Pop culture in this current moment is all about who can explore the darkest topics and depict violence in the most provocative way. (I am specifically looking at you, Game of Thrones and Euphoria!)

Even though the Last of Us is an HBO show, the people behind the series grant their characters a level of respect that most don’t.

Bill and Frank avoid the all-too-common “Bury Your Gays” trope and live sixteen beautiful years together. When the time is right, they go out on their own terms and the camera grants them dignity in death by not panning to their dead bodies at the end of episode 3.

We also never see Sam after he is shot by his own brother; we only need the blood splatter to let us know what happened. And instead of portraying a gratuitous suicide scene, we instead focus on Ellie and Joel’s reactions when Henry takes his own life.

The best example is probably the ultimate fate of Riley being kept offscreen in the latest episode. The last time we see Riley and Ellie together, they believe they are both going to die and pledge to do it together, on their own terms. Of course, the viewer knows Ellie is immune and had to defend herself from an infected Riley SOMEHOW, but guess what? We don’t have to know. Did they ever get another kiss? What were their last words to each other? We don’t know. The girls get to have privacy in their final moments together, and it’s perfect.

In summary, I really love that the camera respects the characters of this show and allows us to linger on their best moments instead.

[strawberry-queen-66]

Pedro Pascal: “I’m failing in my sleep. It’s all I do. It’s all I’ve ever done. Is fail her”

Me:

[a-things32]

I know it’s 4 in the morning rn but that smile tho

[cherryheartssblog]

THE BOOGEYMAN

Summary: Y/N is a junior in college looking for some extra money while she is home during her breaks from school. Y/N's mother recommends their new and single father of two next door neighbor Joel Miller to look into babysitting for. Halloween Night, Y/N is babysitting the girls once again, hoping her dreams about the older man may come true.

Warnings: SMUT, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of sex, age gap (reader is early 20s and Joel is in his 40s), Joel! father!, daddy kink, girly! reader, cursing, dirty talk, mentions of different kinks, ellie and sarah! younger (seven and eight year olds), mentions of masturbation, babysitter! reader x joel miller, single father Joel!, pre-apocalyptic joel!, and sexual tension.

A/N:This is my first Joel ever, I wanted to make it kind of short most of my kinktober ones will be ! At the end of this, I will have a vote to which one I should inspire for a upcoming series!!

DAY THREE OF KINKTOBER

"Thanks again darlin' for watching the girls on Halloween night," Joel thanked the younger woman standing in front of him, he tossed the thicker flannel for the cooler weather outside. Joel had to take a night shift at work for a couple of hours to fill in some hours, Y/N was quick to help once he saw his caller ID a couple of hours ago.

Ellie and Sarah were his two pride and joys. Joel Miller moved in with his two daughters at the beginning of the summer. Y/N watched the older male moving in, the two girls running around playfully. The crisp summer air still had him in tighter jeans, but a tighter plain shirt. Y/N was instantly drawn into him even far away from her window. She needed extra money that summer especially after her cheer practices, so Y/N got to become his babysitter before that summer ended.

Joel loved how she was with his girls, even though she was quite younger than him she was mature for her age. Joel remembered answering the knock that early summer morning, she smiled in her shorter black skirt. Her top was shorter but did cover her stomach. Her legs were long and tan, they looked so smooth. Ever since his wife left, he had not had another woman touch him. He was craving a touch, it was a itch he would get.

Joel did not even have to think twice about her offer to babysit the kids when needed, he was struggling at his job with two children, especially during summer. The girls fell in love with her instantly, always doing makeovers and fashion shows. Joel never really understood the girl stuff, he was glad the girls had someone to look up to. Towards the end of summer, Y/N was heading back to college, Joel remembered watching her night from that room. He did not know if she ever meant to leave her curtains open, but he always hated to watch her. He felt so stalkerish, especially when she was changing. Joel always got to see the curves her body had, her bare thighs, always hiding like she knew she was being watched.

Joel can not tell how many times he had to take care of himself, keeping his eyes on her; dreaming about the younger woman. He wanted to please her and give in to her every need, he knew that Y/N deserved it. Joel wanted to ride those skirts she wore, eat that pussy out like it was his favorite meal.

Y/N zoned back in watching, the older male slip his work boots on resting beside the door. His southern accent still rang through her ears like music. She played with the ends of her white skirt nervously, watching Joel closely. "You're welcome, I did not have plans anyway," Y/N responded, most of her friends partying back at the college. She did not care, she wanted to be around Joel even if he was not going to fuck her. Joel barely was going to see her this entire time, she saw the girls more. Sometimes they would have a drink or two before walking her back to her door at night across the street. Sharing conversations she never shared with anyone before, Y/N felt like she could trust him.

The girls ran through the house playfully both dressed up in their Halloween costumes. "They are really excited about you taking them trick-or-treating." Joel laughed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. Now closer to the woman, who kept her eyes upon him. His eyes could not help but wander to her revealing blouse complimenting her perky tits. Joel cleared his throat, shaking his head calling the two girls names. Ellie and Sarah came pattering with their small feet giving their dad a hug. "You listen to Y/N now, get in bed you two at 9 PM." Joel kissed the two girls' foreheads, giving them both a tight squeeze. Y/N smiled at the family in front of her, Joel was such a good father to the girls.

Y/N did not know too much about his late wife, just knew that she left when the girls were a little younger. Joel gave them a good life though, the girls absolutely adored their father. "We will Daddy, we will even share candy with Ms. Y/N." Ellie giggled along with her younger sister. Joel and Y/N shared a look, standing up tall on his feet. "Go get your bags girls we will head out soon." Y/N sweetly commanded the two girls, patting their backs and watching them take of stairs to their room.

"They love you, y'know." Joel smiled, watching his two girls run up to the room they shared, "I-uh-I am glad you are a part of their-our lives." Y/N could feel her face heat up, looking down at the floor trying to cover her face. "Me too, Joel." Y/N looked back up at the man, his eyes slowly moved to her plump lips. She shot him a nervous smile hearing the girl's small voice grow, coming down the stairs. "I better head to work, I should be home by 11," Joel turned his back, grabbing his things besides the door he needed, "Call me if you need anything Y/N."

"Love you girls!"

"Love you daddy!"

Y/N gave him a shy wave watching him close the door, hearing him lock it behind him. Even though they were going right behind him out to trick-or-treat, he wanted to make sure his girls were safe.

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"I don't think I have ever had this much candy in my life!" Sarah squealed, the girls running back up the stairs of their house. Y/N smiled at the young girls running quickly to the kitchen, dumping their bags of candy. "Remember we have to share with Ms. Y/N." Ellie started sorting through all their candy. Y/N locked the door behind them, she was quite exhausted after the couple hours they had been walking the neighborhood streets. Y/N glanced at her watch, seeing the time was about 8:30. She knew Joel wanted the girls in bed by 9.

"All right girls, let's clean up and get you in your pjs for bed." Y/N started to help them clean up the candy, hearing the girls start to whine. "But Ms. Y/N you need to pick out some candy!" Sarah cried out, and Y/N giggled at the girl's pouts. "Fine leave me some sour candies and one chocolate bar," Y/N gave in, "I'll turn Disney on even while you guys try and sleep." The girls seemed happier feeling their bags up, leaving their favorite babysitter goodies of her own.

Y/N helped the girls wash up, getting their teeth brushed and tucked in their bunk beds. Y/N got their TV turned on with one of her favorite childhood Halloween movies, Halloweentown. "I will be downstairs girls." Y/N reassured them, "Save your tummies for the candy tomorrow." Y/N got the lights turned off, about to shut the bedroom door behind her.

"Good night Ms. Y/N, we love you." Y/N froze in her spot hearing Ellie's small voice say, as Sarah agreed right behind her. "I-I love you girls too, sleep tight." She winked, clicking the door shut and heading downstairs. Y/N cared for the two girls very much and spent a lot of time with them ever since the summer. She did love the girls but she did not know how to feel about the whole situation.

Y/N breathed out, falling down on the couch. Her hands fell to the remote wanting to watch some Halloween movies and have her own time. Joel said she was always welcome to anything in his kitchen even his hidden stash of beer. Popping herself a bag of popcorn, and popping herself open a beer she picked herself John Carpenter’s Halloween. Y/N's attention stayed on her movie, letting herself relax with a cozy blanket in the dark-lit living room.

The movie was getting where the younger teens were babysitting taking a commercial break. Y/N was half way through her beer basically all the popcorn was gone, so she decided to check on the girls. Her feet crept up slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible. Their bedroom door creaked as her eyes landed on the sleeping girls in their beds. Y/N's heart warmed up, seeing their shorter movie about to be over. The younger woman left the quiet TV on, slowly closing the door back and letting the girls rest. Y/N headed back down the stairs hearing the movie back on, grabbing the CRUNCH chocolate bar the girls left her.

Her attention goes back to the movie, the movie getting deeper into the creepier scenes. Y/N slowly took small bites of her bar, her mind not even on the time it was. The younger woman slightly jumped hearing a thud behind her. She looked over her shoulder, not seeing any of the girls. She thought maybe the girls were trying to scare her, Y/N could not help but have a fear grow in her. Y/N brought the thick blanket close to her, trying to keep focus on the movie, but she was feeling very anxious.

Y/N did not even notice even with the anxious feeling of herself falling asleep, feeling hands touch her she jumped up almost letting out a scream before seeing Joel. The movie credits were playing, his hands still resting on her covered thigh. "Y/N, darlin'." Y/N's eyes started to focus back, and his thick southern accent drew out, "You okay?" His face furrowed with concern, she looked around seeing she made a little of a mess; maybe making herself too much at home.

"Yeah-Joel-I am sorry it's such a mess," She quickly got up trying to grab everything to clean up, Joel grabbed her stopping her from holding the trash. "It's okay Y/N, here let me help." Y/N did not argue back, she was still half asleep. The two headed to the kitchen, to get everything cleaned up.

"I did not mean to scare you doll, I figured you girls be tired." Joel laughed, washing the popcorn bowl she had, Y/N laughed knowing she did it to herself watching that movie. "It's okay, I was watching a scary movie anyway." Y/N playfully commented, Joel pivoting his head over to her. His arms crossed over, leaning on the counter behind him. His flannel rolled up, showing his arms. Man, how could arms be this attractive?

Y/N tried to keep herself from biting her lip, keeping her eyes locked on the older male feet away from her. "What Halloween?" Joel heard the music from the credits, "Did you think the boogeyman was going to get you?" Y/N's eyebrow raised, her lips curling into a playful smirk. "Y'know there no such thing as the boogeyman." Y/N giggled, stepping closer to the man. His eyes followed her every move, eyeing her body up and down like s starved man. "You know what happened to the kids that say that in those movies right?" Joel joked, Y/N 's lips twisted trying to hold her smile back at the man's jokes.

"What else do you have to do Mr. Miller to survive a horror movie?" Y/N wondered out loud playfully, Joel loved the way she said his name. He could not help but wonder how much daddy would sound better rolling off her tongue.

"Don't have sex." He bluntly said, her face falling at his comment. There was a tension that started to grow in the air, nerves growing in the pit of her stomach. Y/N could not really think of what to say to the comment. "I-uh, yeah most of those people do die." Y/N tried to laugh it off, her voice cracking as her face started turning red from embarrassment. "You saying you do not wanna have sex with me, Y/N?" Joel asked, his head tilted in curiosity; he knew his answer already he just loved the way she was squirming. The younger woman becoming stuck in place watching Joel move closer to her from his postion against the counter, she shifted back and forth. "Uh-no," Y/N stuttered, trying to gather her words up, "What's happening?" Y/N seemed confused by the sudden change in everything going on, feeling his confidence radiate off his body.

"Whatever you want, Y/N." Now inches away from her, "We just need to keep it quiet." Y/N's mouth parted, and no words came out though, Joel could not help himself anymore slamming his lips onto hers quickly, her stomach filled with butterflies. He pushed her to the nearest counter, Joel's rougher hands on her bare thighs picking her up and placing her on the cold countertop. Y/N's skirt rode up, revealing the lace panties she had underneath. His long fingers playfully rubbing against her clit. Y/N moaned quietly against his lips, Joel could not believe a dream of his was coming true.

"Ssh, you do not want to wake the girls." Joel mumbered out, unbuttoning her top slowly. Y/N loved the comment, even though she was younger she loved to be a mom. It was stupid for her to dream she could have that with Joel, she thought he would just use her this one time. Y/N did not care though she wanted him so bad.

He looked up at you through his brows before his gaze returned to her breasts. Y/N leaned forward, feeling his lip brush over lightly, he instantly took it into his mouth and groaned, sucking it gently. After a few moments, he switched to the other one, flicking his tongue against it. Y/N's head fell back while her fingers intertwined in his slick curls.

"Joel." Y/N breathed out, and he finally pulled away, finding the urge to call him daddy. Y/N had quite a daddy kink, she was not sure of Joel's. Like clockwork, just like Joel read her mind, he gave her what she wanted. "Call me daddy, baby girl." He growled.

"Daddy." Joel felt like a wild animal hearing her moan.

"I will take those panties off and eat that pretty pink pussy." He demanded, laying flat on his back.

Y/N eagerly obeyed him, quickly removing her panties, and feeling small pecks up her thighs. Y/N whimpered trying to push his head closer, feeling so eager like she had been waiting her whole life for this moment. He hovered over her pussy lightly, not wanting to start just yet. He gently blew air right on her clit. Y/N's hands covered her mouth, moaning feeling him lick a strip all the way up. She felt his hands dig into her thighs, Joel's face disappearing underneath her skirt.

The tip of his nose pressed against her clit as his tongue devoured Y/N’s dripping hole and he moaned with approval. Y/N lifted slightly off the counter being too sensitive to his touch. Joel loved watching her fall apart on top of the counter, he knew the girls hardly got up that this was his chance. A swipe of guilt did try to wash over him needing reassurance she was okay with all this, but her moans and whimpers should be enough.

"Are you okay baby girl?" He asked, Y/N could not help but crack up at his question. Sweat forming on both of their foreheads, she pushed his head back leaning forward feeling him take her clit between his lips and sucking. "Yes Daddy, do not stop." She begged quietly. Joel’s tongue kept lapping the tip of her clit, feeling her legs shake knowing she had to be close.

"I am going to make you feel so good, darlin'." His voice sent chills down her spine, going back down her eating her out. She cried out letting her orgasm instantly rush through her body and soaking his face. Y/N came hard and fast, but he didn't mind as he moaned loudly, lapping up your juices.

"I want you to be mine."

Joel’s words made the butterflies somersault in her chest. She hoped he meant it. Y/N tried to catch her breath, letting out a shaky laugh. Her fingers still resting in his curls.

"Take me to your room and make me yours daddy."

And that is exactly what he did.

[space-cowboys-and-aliens]

seeing you in a sundress for the first time

Joel Miller x gn!reader *Reader is described as wearing a dress, with hair that can be swept to the side.

At Bill and Frank’s

Rating: G for general

Word Count: 550

Frank could not contain himself with the excitement of someone new to dressing up. He saved a box or two full of dresses just in case anyone came to claim them and now, was shoving aside space on the bed for them.

A sea of lilacs and rubies, sable, azure, topaz, olive, and chestnut stared back.

“Oh Frank, it’s gorgeous!”

Standing in front of the hall mirror, the dress was the nicest piece of clothing you had worn in a long time, even if relatively simple.

Joel’s gait slowed as he neared the bottom of the stairs, and the sight of you in a sundress, scarlet littered with tiny white flowers danced in front of his vision. With your hair freshly washed and swept over one shoulder, it felt like he was seeing your face for the first time in years. His lungs could not figure out how to draw any more air in. Your body on display felt like a sin in this world. And your smile, blistering his soul. His knees felt weaker. He fought to keep his ass from sinking down to the bottom stair. Never seen you in a dress. God, he’d forgotten they existed.

To you, Joel looked like he almost ran a red light on an empty street.

“Joel?”

you asked again.

He remained immobile at the bottom of the staircase.

If he could just walk away, down the rest of the hall.

But your eyes, and their line of questioning.

Something in him was not going to let him leave if you kept looking at him like that.

He shut his eyes as he nodded. And then opened them back up to your smile reaching the corners of your eyes.

A nervous laugh left you as you brushed past him. He watched the last of your hair disappear behind the door frame. God, you looked so young. His hands stretched at his sides, feeling trapped in their sweaty state.

Was that… lavender? And honey?

Joel rested his head down and quietly inhaled as much sweetness as possible. He could not find it in him to stop himself from imagining how it would smell from the crook of your neck, resting in your hairline, behind your ear. How it would feel beneath his hands. What you would say? Would you make any noise for him?

“Right, Joel?”

His mind froze. He snapped his head back up, eyes finding Frank still standing in front of the mirror.

“I said, dinner will be ready in five. You should start heading outside,” Frank added, failing to hide a smirk. “Would you like something to drink, some water?”

Joel nodded again. Jesus, he needed to stop thinking.

“Yeah, that’d be great. Thank you.”

Some ice water would help.

Frank came up on him slowly and slid an expectant look over at Joel. As he turned the corner, he let a small giggle slip from witnessing the magic he helped create.

Leaning back through the door,

“You know, you’re welcome to spend the night, Joel. Take one of the houses next door. Or down the street. Could be nice to get off your feet for a little while,” daring to sneak a wink at a smoking gun Joel.

more Joel Miller Headcanons

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[thelastofharrington]

the hard with the soft

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A/N: hello! this is my first joel fic that i've ever written! i'm really excited about it and made this whole blog just to post it lol. there is plenty of smut in this so mdni! let me know what you think :)

summary: Falling in love with Joel Miller was something that happened to you little by little, and then all at once. To say the chemistry was immediate would be a complete lie. At first, you couldn’t even tell if he wanted you around, let alone wanted you in his bed. No, when he rescued you that day from one of Bill’s well-laid traps, you were certain he would never see you as anything other than a nuisance. A pest he had to take care of. 

Oh how wrong you were.

tags: praise, porn with context, slow burn, mutual pining, joel is soft on the inside, reader is down bad fr, non-canonical, rip bill and frank, takes place a year/two years after the show starts, love in the midst of an apocalypse is beautiful y'all

word count: 7k

i hope you enjoy!!!

Part 1: The Stumble, 1 Year Ago

You were hungry. Starving, even. You had been left behind from your group of outcasts three days ago (or had it been four? You were too exhausted to keep track of the time) when you twisted your ankle and couldn’t keep up the pace. You weren’t overly friendly with your most recent pack of ragtag survivors, mostly seeing them and each other as a mere means of survival rather than company. You hadn’t known friendliness or love from your packs since your parents got bit five years ago. Your parents couldn’t have known that three years after they brought you into the world it would fall apart, nor did they know they would both die protecting you from that same world they blindly brought you into. It’s been hard, but you’ve made it through and it actually was your birthday this week, the big 24. What a way to celebrate – being abandoned by the only thing keeping you safe and becoming walking bait for any clickers nearby. But still, you had fairly good spirits all things considered. Until you fell into an eight foot hole. 

It was in this hole that you realized a couple of things:

You’ve stumbled upon a domesticated piece of land. Someone somewhere near had the time, safety, and resources to dig an eight foot hole. 

If your ankle wasn’t sprained before, it was definitely sprained now considering how you landed on it.

You might have just fallen into your grave.

It was a series of progressively worse realizations, to say the least. 

Time had already felt like a concept out of your grasp for the last 20 years, but now there was truly no way of knowing if you had been down there 20 minutes or two hours when a shadow was cast on you. A man-shaped shadow. A man-shaped shadow with a gun. 

The gun was pointed right at you, the sun casting a halo around this giant man’s head. He towered over you as he held his stance firm and still. No one said anything as you both stood, unwavering. 

“I come in peace?” You finally choke out, unsure of what you could possibly say to save your own life right now. 

He doesn’t move, just croaks “How’d you find this place?” You notice the fragments of a Southern accent, nearly lost to the wear and tear of an apocalypse. 

You clear your throat and try to muster up the courage to speak with conviction. “My group abandoned me when I twisted my ankle early this week. I’ve just been aimlessly wandering.” You pause, unsure of if the next sentence will be your last, “This ankle of mine really hurts by the way. Your hole here isn’t really helping, considering I landed on it.”

You see him move his head out from behind the gun and look down at you slightly, then he moves back to position. “Are you armed?”

“No, I’m barely legged.”

He does not laugh.

“That’s something we call a joke, you know, since I can barely walk and all.”

His weight shifts again and he finally puts down the gun. “I’m going to help you out, but after that you better see yourself out of here. I don’t want any more of this and I don’t want any of your friends wandering this way either.”

“I don’t have any friends. I don’t have any family. I’m just me.”

He scoffs, “Sure, kid.”

“I’m also not a kid. I’m 24 years old and I’m hungry and my ankle hurts and why do you even have this hole anyway?!” You notice yourself turning hysterical but you don’t even care. You’re unarmed and you’re hungry and you’re all alone for the first time in a very, very long time. This man holds all of the power to help you and you’re not going to give up until he does. 

He doesn’t respond immediately, but when he does it’s in the form of him reaching down into his utility belt and pulling out a rope, and throwing you the other end. “You get one meal.”

You didn’t even know a meal was on the table, so you hobbled your way behind him as fast as you could. You ended up at a white, well-kept house behind an industrial strength gate. “How the hell did you find this place?”

He doesn’t answer right away, making you worried that you said the wrong thing somehow. Finally, when you’ve reached the front door, he huffs “It belonged to a friend.”

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Part 2: The Fall, 6 Months Ago

That one meal turned into two days which turned into a week which turned a month which turned into six. You owe most of your thanks to Joel’s 14-year-old companion (contraband?), Ellie. She was instrumental in convincing Joel to allow for you to stay. If it weren’t for her, the first dinner would have easily been your last. But she was so taken with you and excited to have another girl let alone someone under 30 hanging out with them. Not that she didn’t adore Joel, or him her in his own little ways. But you were just such a breath of fresh air to her that Joel couldn’t help but allow for you to stay. 

Your role in their little group wasn’t quite clear. Joel did all of the hunting and patrolling necessary to keep this little slice of paradise exactly that, paradise. Ellie’s only job was to stay safe, and you decided to pick up the slack wherever you could. Dishes, clothing repairs, cooking dinner. Ellie didn’t need a nanny by any means, but you basically became a live-in housewife. With none of the perks, despite your daydreaming.

The last six months had been tumultuous for you to say the least. The presence of Joel constantly by your side made a lot of things very difficult. Like focusing, or keeping the weakness out of your knees, or the heat out of your dreams. He was hot, there was no denying it. If he hadn’t been waving a gun in your face the moment you met, it probably wouldn’t have taken you until the end of your first dinner to realize this. But not only was he hot, he was stoic. He was still and firm, a guiding light in this uncertain world you and Ellie both came of age in. He had a cold exterior, but judging by the way he treated Ellie, and eventually you, you knew there was some warmth bubbling beneath the surface. You knew he carried immeasurable hurt on his back, Ellie had told you about his daughter, Tess, Bill and Frank, and that was only the things Ellie knew. Who knew what was in the even further past of this sturdy man. The big, beautiful, brooding man who took care of you and Ellie despite his best instincts. 

You had only very recently gotten over your sprained ankle, taking a full 12 weeks to heal from the severe sprain. This was another saving grace for you in the beginning. Joel liked to pretend that he was heartless, but he still didn’t have the heart to send you on your merry way with only ¼ of your appendages working to their full capacity. He tried to kick you out after your first dinner despite Ellie’s whining, only to be able to only stomach three of your hobbling paces out the door. 

“Oh for God’s sake get back in here why don’t ‘ya,” You remember him sighing.

He took such good care of your ankle, at night when you’re all alone you can still feel the way his calloused fingertips massing you so gently. The hard with the soft; the essence of Joel Miller. 

“Does this hurt?” He asked four weeks in, as you sat for your nightly ankle exam. Starting your very first night, after dinner he would take your foot into his lap and exam it and massage it carefully for upwards of 15 minutes. You weren’t a doctor, but you knew enough to know that a nightly exam was excessive and unnecessary. But even at the very beginning you knew this was his way of showing you that he cared, that he wanted you safe. It was around this time that you realized that Joel had a soft spot for stragglers, for the outcasts who just needed somebody. Between you and Ellie, that much was clear, and it just made you fall faster for him than you thought possible. 

This realization and the true weight of it didn’t come to a head until one day where you decided to go out and try and collect some berries from the woods on the other side of the gate for a pie you wanted to make Joel for his birthday. You had seen him do it a million times, you thought you could get away with it. Until you heard that sound. 

Everything was fine, you had collected your blueberries and you were on your way, and then you heard it. You hear it before you see it, but soon enough you see it all the same. You had your gun with you, but your reaction time was nowhere near as fast as Joel’s was. The clicker starts stalking your way when you lose yourself to your impulses and just start running. You know better than to scream, but you get close. You run and you run and you’re looking back to make sure you’re not going to get caught when you smack into something six foot and massive. Joel’s chest. After you make eye contact you look up and make eye contact with him. He’s silently fuming, fists white knuckling around his gun. 

You go to speak when he stops you, “Don’t.” He whispers right before he shoots the clicker dead with no hesitation or struggle. The walk back to the house is silent, and not because he’s afraid of being found by the clickers. 

The slam of the front door is the first sound you’ve heard in minutes. He whips around and you swear you can see smoke coming out of his ears. “What the hell was that?!”

“I-” You start.

“You know what? I don’t want to know. I can’t hear from you right now.”

You say nothing.

“That was so completely careless! Do you not understand how we do things around here? You stay, I go. It’s as simple as that.” He’s pacing at this point, waving his hands wildly as he works through his anger with you. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You pause, “I thought you didn’t want to hear from me.”

He stops pacing and looks at you, “Ha ha ha very funny. You’re a real smartass, you know that? If I hadn’t been there God knows what would have happened. You could have gotten killed!”

You look down at your feet, trying to hold back tears before you look back up. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

He sighs, physically decompressing. “Well you went about it all the wrong way. I don’t need anything nice from you, you do enough around the house and with Ellie anyway,” He pauses, “I don’t know what I would have done with myself if you had gotten hurt.” He says this last part in a whisper under his breath, barely able to look at you.

“But it’s your birthday!” You choke out a sob. You’re so mad at yourself for putting yourself in danger and upsetting the man who saved your life six months ago. 

“What? No it’s not.” He says, confused.

Then, a lightbulb goes off for both of you as your jaws drop and you yell in unison, “ELLIE!”

Turns out, Ellie just wanted some pie.

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Part 3: The Catch, Present Day

A lot can change in six months. But also, a lot can stay the same. You’ve grown very accustomed to the life you live here, in this big beautiful house, with your small makeshift family. Ellie is 17 now and makes Joel take her on test drives in Bill’s old truck around town. Joel has definitely gotten used to having you around, and even converted Frank’s old studio into a bedroom for you a couple of months ago. A real upgrade from living on the couch for the first eight months. 

Life is pretty standard, all things considered. You’ve heard more stories about the men who ran the house before you and you think they’d be happy to have people like you living a life like this in the home they built together. It’s a beautiful thing, to have some normalcy in a world fallen apart. 

You spend a lot of time with Ellie, who has developed a crush on one of the QZ traders. She’s tall and lean and tougher than all hell, you can see what Ellie sees in her even if you’re personally afraid of her. This realization on Ellie’s part has prompted a lot of impromptu sleepovers in your art studio turned bedroom, almost all of which are ended by Joel standing in the doorway going on about keeping quiet out of respect for your elders. You have to remind him every time that you too are an elder.

It’s also the summer time which means there’s lots to do outside. You never really learned how to tend to a garden so Joel’s been teaching you how to take care of the one Frank started all those years ago. You two keep it up with the seeds you get from trading with those select few still at the QZ, and it’s been a really special time between the two of you. It also doesn’t hurt that he prefers to work in the garden shirtless. 

“Hello? Hello? Are you even listening to a word I’m saying?” 

You snap out of the trance you were in from watching him hoe or row or whatever it is he’s doing with that gardening tool that makes his arms and back look like that. “What? Sorry, I zoned out.”

“You’re never going to learn if you keep daydreamin’ like that.” He gruffs before starting his spiel on strawberries all over again. 

You really can’t get a read on him. Sometimes he treats you as an equal, someone who has a shared interest in their work and in the safety of Ellie, but other times he treats you like you’re a toddler that can’t help but knock their head on the corner of a coffee table. He claims it’s because he doesn’t want you hurt, which you admit gives you butterflies, but if anything between you is ever going to transpire (like you desperately need it to), he can’t see you as just some kid. You’re turning 25 next week, dammit. You deserve some respect. But you’re just not sure how to get it, how to make him see you as a true equal. Someone he can rely on, put his faith into, and even care about on a deeper level. 

The opportunity of a lifetime presents itself one day in the form of something actually rather unfortunate. Joel finally gets hurt.

It’s a pretty normal day until then. You and Ellie practice driving, you journal, listen to some old records. It’s too hot to spend too much time outside, but you definitely make sure to check on the strawberries considering the lecture you got from Joel last week. It’s midafternoon when he comes straggling in, clutching his left arm in his hand and seething through the pain.

You immediately jump up from the couch, “Oh my God, what happened?”

He sinks down on the chair next to the piano, not looking at you. “Nothing, just go get the first aid kit.”

That answer is nowhere near good enough, but you go and get it anyway. Ellie is out in the backyard and doesn’t hear the commotion. When you return with the first aid kit you press on, “You have to tell me what happened so I can know how to treat you.”

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat as you kneel in front of him, opening the kit. “It’s nothing, just gonna need a couple stitches.”

You pry his right hand off his arm and see a deep gash on the bottom of his forearm. It’s not too long, but it sure is deep. “Jesus Joel, what the hell happened?”

He shifts and sighs once more, whispering something under his breath that you can barely hear.

“What was that?” You ask earnestly.

He whispers again, slightly louder this time, but he’s talking too fast to make out what he said. 

“Joel, come on. What happened?” You’re tending to his wound now anyway, but you really do need to know. 

He sighs, bringing his free hand up to pinch between his eyes. Avoiding eye contact with you he finally says, “I was walking back from trading when I saw a flower. I wanted to get that flower for you for your birthday. With my shears in one hand, I leaned down to get it, and I lost my balance and I tripped and I fell on top of the shears and they stabbed me.” He pauses, “There,  you happy? Now that I’ve humiliated myself…” He trails off. 

You’re too stunned to speak. You just keep staring at him, unmoving.

“If you’re not going to fix this up, give me the kit so I can do it myself,” He huffs at you.

You swallow and smile at him, trying to find the words. “Joel Miller, you secret softie. You maimed yourself in the pursuit of trying to do something nice for me, the girl you claim not to want around.”

He locks eyes with you for the first time during this conversation, “I never claimed that.”

Silence hangs in the air for a moment until you clear your throat and turn your attention to the wound at hand (or should you say, at arm?). “Let’s get this stitched up, ok?”

“If Ellie asks, tell her I did something super manly and tough to get these stitches, ok?”

You let out a laugh and nod, “Sir, yes sir.”

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It’s been three days since Joel hurt himself trying to do something nice for you and it has not left your mind even for a moment. You’re laying in bed wide awake, tossing and turning wondering what this could mean. I never claimed that he said so earnestly to you. I never claimed that. The four words echo in your brain like a megaphone. It’s been torture being around him as if nothing has changed. As if you haven’t changed on a molecular level after those four words rearranged every fiber of your being. It may be nothing, but it also could be something. It could be the that takes what you’ve been craving for almost a year to leave your daydreams and become a reality. Maybe he meant it in a friendly way, maybe even in reference to your working relationship of raising Ellie and keeping her safe. But if that were the case, why did it feel like all of the air in the room stood still? Why did he look to you like he was a puzzle that only you could solve? 

Cordiality be damned, you had to know the answer. 

You sneak out of bed and up the stairs, careful not to wake Ellie in her room on the first floor. Joel may be modest, but he still took the primary bedroom upstairs when they moved in. You avoid the creaking steps up the stairs artfully and end up at his door. It is only at this point you realize how crazy this is. You’re standing outside his door in the middle of the night with no plan and, frankly, no pants on. This is a recipe for disaster that you’ve quickly talked yourself out of. You go to turn around when the door swings open, Joel looking alert. His body visibly relaxes when he sees that it’s just you, and then tenses once more as his eyes trail down our body to the long length of your bare legs. 

“What are you-” “Sorry I was just-” You say at the same time.

You laugh, trying to break the tension. “Sorry, I was just leaving.”

“What are you doing up here, Y/N?” His body was pressed up against the side of the doorway, blocking it almost entirely with his broad stature. Shoulders resting on the side of the doorway, arms and feet crossed, he looked in no hurry to get you out of there. 

“It doesn’t really matter, I answered my own question. I’ll just head back downstairs,” You go to walk away when he grabs your arm lightly, turning you back to face him.

“Must’ve been some curiosity if it’s keeping you up at night.” You’ve never heard him talk like this. Not just the words he was saying but how he was saying them, they were smooth and slow and rich like molasses. It instantly made your mouth dry up and your knees weaker.

“I um, I was just wondering-”

“Yes?” He prompted, his hand still on your arm. Had he ever touched you before this? Surely you would have remembered the heat. 

You look him in the eyes and see a glint, even in the darkness. This spark of something gives you the courage to move along. “I was just wondering what you meant by saying you never claimed you didn’t want me around.”

His hand drops from your arm and the heat is replaced by an instant rush of cold in his absence. He looks away from you and doesn’t speak. 

Fearing you said the wrong thing you cower and turn to walk away once more. How could you have been so stupid? This isn’t just a matter of personal politics, this is a matter of survival. You have no one besides Joel and Ellie and if you get kicked out for bringing feelings into what is a basic need for shelter, food, and water, you will never forgive yourself.

You’re almost to the stairs when you hear him rumble, “I just meant that I have always wanted you around.” You whip around and see him looking at you, his gaze trailing down your body and then all the way back up again. “I want you here. Always have.”

Not moving towards him you speak, “Then why do you act like I’m some sort of helpless child? Why do I not have any real responsibilities? I could be out there, with you, trading and gathering intel. But instead I get, what, strawberries?”

“You don’t get it.” He looks down and shakes his head.

You walk back over to him, softly, so as not to spook him again. “Then help me understand.”

He looks at you with a softer gaze this time, “I keep you here, away from all of that, because I can’t risk you getting hurt,” He pauses for a moment before continuing, “It would kill me.”

You’re stunned. “Joel,” You start before he lifts a hand and cuts you off. 

“And I give you things like strawberries because I want you to have a chance at a good life, a simple life. One I can’t promise you forever but can promise you for right now. One I know you don’t even remember having.”

Your heart is beating immeasurably fast inside your chest. You never considered that these menial tasks were actually normal, and good. Cleaning up after dinner, growing strawberries, talking about crushes with Ellie. In the midst of wanting to prove yourself, you completely forgot to take stock of all that Joel had given you already. All the things people dream about in this day and age. 

You reach a hand up to touch his face, “Thank you. Thank you for giving me something good,” You pause, “I wish I could give you something good in return.”

He leans his head into your hand and closes his eyes, letting out a contented sigh. He turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand, “You are my something good,” he says so low you almost miss it. 

But you don’t miss it. You hear it loud and clear. You hear him loud and clear for probably the first time since you’ve met him. He is stoic and strong and brooding and brave, but he is also caring and thoughtful and safe. He is the hard with the soft, and he’s been giving you both all this time right under your nose. 

You decide to do something risky. You lean in for a kiss. You put your hopes for survival at the back of your mind and for the first time in forever you prioritize living.

It doesn’t take more than two seconds for Joel to pick up on what you’re doing and reciprocate. His arms immediately move from crossed over his chest to around your waist, pulling you deeper into the kiss. He pulls you so deep you cross the threshold of his bedroom, kicking the door shut on your way in. 

“Be quiet or you’ll wake Ellie!” You half scold, half giggle as you make your way towards the bed. 

“Sorry!” He giggles back. Joel Miller. The Joel Miller giggled into your lips. You could hardly believe your ears. 

If his words were like molasses, his kiss was just as sweet. Not too pushy, but with enough force to let you know that he was in charge. He guides you to the mattress with his body and his mouth, making you feel like you’re flying. You’re sprawled out with your legs over the edge of the bed when he finally pulls away and stands before you. 

You look up at him with hooded eyes and heavy breaths, “Why’d you stop?”

He runs his hands through his hair, “I just never want to forget this.” And he dives back down to you, not giving you a moment to respond. 

When he comes back his kiss is still sweet, but with a heat you’ve never experienced before. Granted, all of your past experiences were minimal, probably in the back of an abandoned, decaying car, and in the midst of an apocalypse, but you knew enough to know that it didn’t normally feel like this. 

You part your legs so he can insert his body between them, propping his arms on either side of your head as he kisses you deeply. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you, needing as much of him on you as possible. 

“Somebody’s eager, huh?” He asks you between kisses.

Your resolve is officially broken, you’re laying it all out on the table. “You just have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

He pulls back to look at you, “Oh, I think I have an idea. You tend to have a staring problem, darlin’”

Your face flushes instantly. He lowers his lips to your ears and whispers, “I do too, I’m just a little more subtle with it.” He places kisses on your neck and then trails back up to your ear, “Your body drives me crazy, baby.”

Suddenly his hands are everywhere. One is up by your head so he keeps his balance while the other is trailing up and down your chest, your stomach, your neck. He’s everywhere all at once and it still isn’t enough. Your legs are still wrapped around his waist so you buck up to create even more friction than there already was. 

“Easy there, baby, I’ve been waiting an awful long time for this, I want to take it slow with you. Gotta treat you right.” He pins your waist down to the mattress with one hand. “Let me take care of you, baby.” His look is so sincere all you can do is nod. “Good girl.” 

With that, he takes his hand pinning you down and runs the tips of his fingertips along the waistline of your underwear, teasing you. You whine.

“Patience baby,” A kiss on the cheek, “It will be worth it, I promise,” A kiss on the other cheek. Then his fingers are tugging them down inch by inch until you’re completely bare to him from the waist down. “So pretty,” He says, almost to himself. 

Before you have time to acknowledge what he’s said, the same gentle fingertips that were teasing you a moment ago land on your most sensitive spot, creating a feeling of pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever known. Your body somehow tenses and melts into the mattress at once as he works you slowly but surely. 

“How does that feel, baby?” His voice is rough around the edges but soft at its center, he genuinely wants to gauge your reaction, as if your whines and body language weren’t enough. 

“Itfeelssogood” You slur out, hands gripping the sheets on either side of you. 

He kisses your neck, “Good. Now,” He moves his finger to your center and thrusts it in, moving his thumb back to your clit. “How does that feel?”

He’s working you up so good, you feel like you’re floating. His pace is the perfect mix between rough and conscious, never taking his eyes off you for even a second. You can tell he’s loving this as much as you are, and not just because you can feel his erection through his boxers. 

You moan as he works you before answering, “Joel it feels so good.”

“Such a good girl for me, so wet and ready. Is this what you were thinking about when you couldn’t sleep?” He whispers in your ear as he picks up the pace. 

You can feel something building deep inside of you, something you haven’t felt in a long time, and never at this magnitude. It’s coming on strong and fast, you can almost reach it. “Yes, this is what I was thinking about. I was thinking about your hands on me.”

“Mmmm that’s what I like to hear baby, what else were you thinking about?” He grabs one of your hands and brings it to his boxers, “Were you thinking about this?”

You moan and nod your head, he’s continuing to pick up his pace and you’re getting closer and closer. 

“I want you to cum for me, gorgeous. Please cum for me.”

You throw your head back and moan again, “I want to cum for you.”

“Just focus on how good it feels baby, you’re so close I can feel it. Be a good girl for me.”

And just like magic, you’re there. It hits you like a freight train and your whole body is consumed. You’re tensing and writhing and it definitely isn’t normally like this, but you’re just so overcome with emotions for this man and pleasure and all of the things that drive a girl crazy. 

He coaxes you through it with lots of reassurances and hair pets, and then finally you’ve come down. “Thank you,” You say as he brushes some hair out of your face.

“Don’t thank me yet darlin’, I’m not done with you yet.” And with that, he hauls your body up to the head of the bed, making sure your head is all settled on the pillows. He sits back on his knees and takes off his shirt, nodding at you to do  the same. You’re left completely bare and he in his boxers alone. You’re mesmerized by his body. Age normally should have broken him down, but for him he seems to have only been built up. You had seen him in the garden but this, this was something entirely different. He was raw here, with you. 

“This is what I meant by you needing to be more subtle. You don’t need to undress me with your eyes, baby, you just gotta ask.” He stands up and drops his boxers, revealing himself to you fully for the first time. He’s big. Like, real big. And thick. You don’t let yourself dwell on the mechanics for more than a moment, but you do wonder how it’s going to fit.

He gets back in bed and hovers over you once more, “Are you sure about this? We can stop at any time.”

You nod your head, “I’m sure. Never been more sure about anything, actually.”

He gives you one more kiss, a firm one with the promise of a good time. You run your fingers through his hair and tug slightly. He moans into your mouth. “You sure are an eager one, aren’tcha?”

He grabs his member and lines it up with your center, teasing you slightly. You wince at the sensitivity from your previous orgasm. “You ok?” He asks gently.

“Yeah, just a little sensitive. But I’m ready. Please fuck me, Joel.” The words even surprise yourself as you say them. You’re not the best at being direct about what you want, but right now all you can do is rely on pure instinct. 

He chuckles darkly before lining himself up once again, “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

And just like that, he’s fucking you. Long, hard strokes that never feel like too much too fast. Just right. You feel the fullness of him immediately and it’s so divine you can’t help but arch into him and moan. Your fingers fly back into his hair as he thrusts into you with such precision, he hits your G-spot every time.

“Is that good for you, baby? Tell me how it feels.” He grunts as he pounds into you expertly.

“I love it, baby. I love it,” You’re breathless as you try to find the words to describe the way he’s making you feel.

He takes one of your legs and rests your ankle on his shoulder, opening you up even more than you thought possible and deepening the angle of his already deep thrusts. You try not to scream, so you grab a pillow and put it over your face.

He rips it off almost immediately, “Oh no, sweetheart. No hiding from me. I want to see your pretty face when I make you cum on my cock.” 

You’re so incoherent you can’t even respond to his filthy words. You just moan in response and grab the sheets on either side of you.

He changes his pace a couple of times, switching from slow and long to fast and shallow, but it never feels out of place or off rhythm. He is just somehow so in tune with your body that he knows exactly what you need when you need it. 

You’re whining and moaning when he lowers your leg and gets his face up next to yours. His hand moves down to  your clit and he starts massaging it while he continues to thrust into you. “You’ve been such a good girl tonight baby,” He says through his own labored breathing. “Coming up here in your little panties practically begging to get fucked. Such a good girl.” You moan so loud he covers your mouth with his other hand, “I love hearing those moans baby but you gotta keep it quiet if you want me to keep going. And I know you want me to keep going.” 

You nod and he removes his hand from your mouth and sits back again, watching you from above. “Play with your tits while I make you cum.” You do as you're told, loving the feeling of his eyes fixed on you while you do exactly what he says. 

Once again, you feel something building inside of you. The combination of him inside you, his fingers working their magic, and his eyes on you makes it nearly impossible to resist the feelings as they come on strong. 

“I’m gonna cum,” You whine. 

“Do it baby, cum for me” He picks up his pace and you can tell he’s getting close himself, can tell he’s chasing something. 

It only takes a couple more seconds before you finish in an explosion of pleasure. You’re so out of it as you come down you barely register him pulling out and grabbing a tissue from the side table. What a gentleman. 

You’re both laying there in silence when the gravity of what just happened finally hits you. You just had sex with the one person that stands between you and certain death. This could ruin everything. You move to get up and go back to your room when you feel an arm on you, pulling you back down. 

“Stay,” He pauses, “Please stay with me.”

You smile softly at him and lay back down, but this time he wraps you up in his arms and spoons you. You can feel his breathing on the back of your neck and his calluses on your arms as he holds you. He starts tracing little circles on your skin with his thumb while he hums. 

“That was amazing,” You say, finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah, um, sorry if I came on too strong,” He pauses, “Haven’t done that in awhile.”

You turn around to face him and you rest a palm on his cheek, “It was perfect. You were perfect. I um, I just hope this doesn’t change anything?” You nervously finish.

He looks startled. He quits rubbing circles on your skin and moves back. “Yeah, no. No, it doesn't have to change anything.”

Clearly, you’ve struck a chord and you don’t know why or how. But you do know that you need to fix it. 

“I just, I know we’re in a precarious situation and I don’t want you to feel like our relationship has changed at all.” You begin.

He sits up fully with his back against the headboard, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Joel?” You join him up against the headboard, covering yourself with the blanket.

He sighs but doesn’t look at you, “If I had thought everything would stay the same I wouldn’t have done what I just did. I wouldn’t have opened the door and I certainly wouldn’t have let you in.”

You’re stunned and you’re scared, having no idea what he’s talking about. “What are you saying?”

Finally, he looks at you. “Dammit Y/N what if I want things to change?” He doesn’t raise his voice at all, but his tone is stern enough to send you aback. 

“What?”

Another sigh, “What if I want things to change? What if I want somebody who is going to be there for me at the end of the day in my bed? This world isn’t permanent and I can’t promise you forever but I can promise you for now. For now, I want this. For now, I want you. And I’m gonna keep wanting you until the thing that stands in the way of me and death itself disappears.” He pauses, “So yeah, maybe you don’t want things to change but I do. Sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear.” He looks away from you again. 

“Joel, I-”

“I don’t want your pity. I get it, I’m just some old man with a 17 year old basket case trailing behind me and you’re young and beautiful and just had an itch to scratch. We’ll continue with business as usual in the morning. Good night.” He flips over onto his side away from you. 

You huff. This is ridiculous, you think to yourself. You tap him on the shoulder.

“You should probably go back to your room, Y/N.”

You tap him on the shoulder again. 

He flips around to look at you, “What more could you possibly want from me?”

You cross your arms over your blanket covered chest, “What makes you think I wanted things to stay the same?”

“Gee, I don’t know, probably the part where you said ‘things don’t have to change’?” He says sarcastically as he sits back up to face you. “Wonder where I got that crazy idea.”

“I was just saying that in case you didn’t want anything to change! I’m totally at your mercy with everything, including my survival here, so sorry for being cautious.”

He doesn’t say anything, but his mouth does fall open in shock a little bit. 

“Joel, trust me when I say I’m not taking pity on you when I say I want this too. I can’t promise you forever but I can promise you for now, and for tomorrow, and for the next day and the day after that. I choose you and I choose Ellie and I want this. I want you. I want to be the one that is there for you at the end of the day.” You smile at him and grab his hand, “You’re my good thing too.”

His face softens and he grabs your joined hands with his other one and leans over to kiss you on the cheek. You lean into it and giggle as he begins peppering a bunch of kisses all over your face. The hard with the soft, that’s Joel Miller.

“Let’s go to bed, shall we?” You ask him as he leans over you, caressing your face.

“Yeah, let’s go to bed.” He gives you one last kiss on the cheek and spoons you once more.

That night you dream of strawberries. Just fields and fields of strawberries. 

[phantomram-b00]

So I’m feeling nostalgic for last of us, and just remember replaying the game so many times because of how much I love the game. I love how beautiful it is. I love how tragic it is. I love the characters. I love everything about it. But I think most of all is I love how this story conveys a compelling narrative of the characters but also just how in this apocalypse nothing last forever and the survival and the choices the character make. And how devastating it is, when their own worse fear eventually come true. And how the music can drive the story. Just, as much as I cried at the moments, laugh at their funny scenes, love the character, the story is just a beautiful tragedy and I love it for it

[fjearn]

My partner, who cosplays Ellie, turned to me last night and said the most accurate thing about the scene where Joel tells Ellie to take her gun out:

If it were modern times, Ellie would of said 'Gang Gang'.

So true bestie

[cruciology]

Morals (Part One)

Summary: You have been traveling with Joel and Ellie for some time, but something has been bothering him.

Joel/Reader Insert

You were always getting into trouble. You could be worse than Ellie sometimes, still unsure of yourself with a knife, even less so with a gun. Joel couldn’t blame you, no matter what he said to you out loud. He told you to get a grip, that he wouldn’t always be there to save your ass but he still made sure he was watching you and Ellie at all times. He didn’t want you to know that though, of course. And the one time he let you out of his sight, you’re bleeding. 

This time wasn’t nearly as bad as when he had first met you, at the Lakeside Resort. You had just taken a spill down some steps getting away from a clicker, getting a nasty two inch slash across your thigh. But still, you didn’t cherish the thought of Joel having to rescue you once again. 

You tried to stand, pulling yourself up on the dusty bannister, but Ellie came rushing in, gun in hand. She spotted you on the steps, shouting your name. 

“Joel! I found her,” her eyes went wide as she took in the blossoming of red on your jeans. You held your hand up, assuring her. 

“I’m okay, it’s just a cut,” You said even as the pain burned up your leg. It hurt like hell, of course, but you would live. “I didn’t get bit, I’m fine, just a little banged up.” 

Joel came rushing to the door, his eyes going to the bloodied leg as well. He shoved Ellie behind him quickly. 

“She wasn’t bit,” Ellie said, looking up at him. 

Did you imagine a sigh of relief? If it was, it was because of Ellie, you were sure. It was the same reason he kept you around at all. You had helped Ellie when he couldn’t and Ellie got attached to you. As much as he would like to play a hard ass, you knew he would give Ellie pretty much anything she wanted. He wouldn’t hear the end of it if he let you die. 

“Get the kit, Ellie,” Joel barked, dropping his bag to the floor. He walked over to you, kneeling down in front of you without looking at your face. You wished you could read his expression. Was he annoyed at you for getting hurt yet again? 

“I’m sorry,” you said, a preemptive strike. Ellie ran up behind him, setting the first aid kit beside him. He popped it open, cleaning his hands of blood and dirt before he did anything. 

“You shouldn’ta run off on your own,” he said, gingerly touching the tear. It split across your mid thigh. He stared at it for a long moment before grabbing both sides of the opening, as if he was going to rip it. You held his hands to stop him. 

“Sorry, these are the only pants I have and I’m not about to walk out of here with my ass out,” you said. Ellie tried not to laugh at Joel’s bewildered face. Before he could get annoyed you lifted your hips, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs, careful over the wound, and stopping at your knees. 

Joel paused, not moving or saying anything. His eyes darted to yours for a moment before he went back to what he was doing, now hyper focused cleaning the cut. 

You hadn’t thought it though, but now you looked at yourself, your jeans pulled down and nothing but your panties covering you with his face inches away. You tried not to blush. 

Of course you thought of Joel that way. He saved you on a number of occasions, he was good with Ellie. And god was he good looking, you always had a thing for silver foxes. He was tall and broad and strong. 

But he was older than you by twenty years, you were sure he thought of you like another damsel he had to protect. 

He was gentle for someone with hands that rough. He cleaned your wound and had you bandaged in no time. His pinky finger almost grazed the hem of your panties a few times, each time he flinched away. You wanted to tease him for it, ask him if he was allergic to silk and lace. It’s the one luxury you allowed yourself, especially as it wasn’t hard to find in the wreckage of old malls. No one was really looking for impractical things like that anymore. Which left it all for you to grab when no one was looking. 

You grabbed your jeans, pulling them back up carefully over the fresh bandage. Joel helped you stand, the wrapping tight on your leg. 

“Can you walk?” Joel asked, his hand ready at your waist, just hovering over you enough so you could barely feel it. 

“I’m fine, it didn’t even need stitches,” You said, waving him off.

“I can do stitches,” Ellie offered, her hand raised. 

“She can’t do stitches,” Joel shook his head. 

“Which is fine because I don’t need them, can we take this show on the road?” You asked. Ellie laughed, the kind of laugh that wasn’t necessarily at your joke, but out of relief that you could still make them. 

Joel had told you what she said. She was dead asleep one night, when Joel finally trusted you to be near her when she slept, and he had told you about her fear of being alone, of being abandoned. How he would kill you if you did anything to hurt her. That’s when you had told him about your son, the one David had said he buried after he fell and broke his neck. At only eight years old. Although now you knew that was likely untrue. 

“You look too young to be a mother,” Joel had said. 

“I was,” You had said. He didn’t need you to explain. He had clenched his fists on his legs and you knew exactly what he was thinking. It was what you had thought when you first saw David with Ellie. You saw yourself not much older than Ellie, already with a child and unable to point a finger because he was the only thing keeping you alive.

David hadn’t bothered you in years, you were much too old now. Hadn’t bothered anyone, you thought. Naively, you knew now. That’s why you didn’t think twice about helping Joel get back to her, even if it meant risking your life. You knew he only let you live at first because Ellie begged him. He had slaughtered anyone else in his way. 

He wasn’t all that much nicer to you after you told him that, but he seemed to trust you more. 

If it were up to Ellie, they would stay for weeks. The compound that stretched over five acres was seemingly abandoned, with walls that looked like they used to be maintained, but hadn’t been for quite some time. Probably a town that had enough people willing to stay and fight for themselves, and rich enough to have stockpiled the supplies after 9/11. A lot of the houses had been equipped with security strong enough to qualify as a giant panic room. 

What you all enjoyed was the heat and running water, saved from the solar panels and rainwater. Rich people knew how to live at the end of the world, you decided. You spent a day clearing out a small block around a big, pale blue house. Once Joel triple checked that the house was empty and figured out how to seal it up at night, you finally had your first good night’s sleep in years.

It had been over a week at the compound, spent with you, Ellie, and Joel scavenging for supplies. It seemed like every day you found something useful, which made it easy for Ellie to convince Joel to stay “just one more day.” 

You would spend all day in the tub if you could. You waited until the house was locked up for the night and everyone else had showered so you didn’t care if you used the last of the hot water. Joel and Ellie made fun of you of course but that didn’t stop you. 

That’s where you really wanted to be right now. In the tub with a book, knowing Joel and Ellie were safe downstairs playing Boggle. Instead, you were in the creepy dilapidated grocery store, a gun you barely knew how to use in your hands while Joel stayed exactly two steps ahead of you at all times, gun raised. At least you two knew Ellie was safe at home, locked away. Ellie knew how to open and close up the house you had been staying in and both you and Joel knew she knew enough to stay put until you got home. 

You just hoped you made it back to her in one, uninfected piece. You and Joel had found a wealth of supplies on this little excursion. But you had also found several infected.

You had been young when the change happened. And after, you were taken in at Lakeside. You hadn’t had much contact with the infected. You had been fine with this arrangement. But as the weather was now much warmer, you were seeing more and more. After one had gotten right in your face, nearly biting off your nose before Joel ripped it away from you, you decided you never needed to get that close ever again. 

Joel pulled you through the downpouring rain, to the  big red pick up truck they had driven up in. They had gotten as close to the store as they could, but med tents and army trucks had been parked in front. 

“Fuck,” Joel yelled as you ran up to the car. You didn’t need to ask why, you could see the back tire torn to shreds just as well as he could. “Just get in, get in, we’re safe inside!”

He ripped the back door open for you and you hurried in, crawling to the other side. He jumped in himself before shutting the door. He finally took a breath, ragged and exhausted as you sat in the back seat. Your shoulder touched his bicep, warm and solid.

“I got another tire in the bed,” Joel said, though you weren’t sure to you or himself. 

“You can’t change it in the rain, we just gotta wait it out.”

“Well, who’s fault is that?” He snapped at you. You jumped back at his sudden shift in mood. You couldn’t imagine how stressful it was for him, but it had been a while since he yelled like this. “You should’ve stayed home with Ellie.”

“So you could die out here by yourself?”

“I’m fine if I don’t have to worry about you, you’re a distraction,” he said, his words tumbling out of him. 

“Excuse me?”

“How’s the leg?” He asked, teeth gritted. The cut had almost healed, just a faded pink line now. He had seemed a bit off around you but you had written that off as being annoyed he had to save your ass once again. 

“My leg?” You asked, studying the lines on his face. “Joel, what the fuck are you talking about? Are you mad I got hurt? Because I didn’t get hurt just now. Actually, if we’re keeping score, I think I even got one this time.”

“You think I can’t see you?” Joel said. He sounded as if he had given this a lot of thought, which was odd considering you weren’t quite sure what the hell he was on about. “Walking around in a little towel, getting undressed right in front of me, showing your-,” He shook his head. “Jesus, I know I’m twice your age but I ain’t dead.”

You felt your cheeks burn bright red. Those dreams you had of him throwing you down and taking you weren’t one sided. 

“You’re not twice my age, don’t exaggerate,” you said. His dark eyes were hard on you. “I’m sorry if I…distracted you?”

“Don’t make me sound like a jackass.” You couldn’t tell in this dim light but was he blushing as well?

“I just said what you said, verbatim.”

“You know what I mean,” Joel said, now more annoyed than angry. “You’re running for your life, why are you wearing frilly underwear?”

“My underwear is distracting you?” 

He turned away, looking out the windshield with rain pouring down. He gripped the gun in his hand harder. “You were shoving your pussy in my face, what do you want from me?”

You had to bite your lip. Why did that sound so good from him? He was angry, but not really at you. It had certainly been a while for you. How long had it been for him?

“I mean-,” you started but he shook his head. 

“Stop,” he said. “We can’t. Jesus, we can’t.”

“Why not?” You hoped that didn’t sound like a whine. He turned to you, studying your face. 

“I ain’t gonna fuck you just ‘cause you’re desperate,” he said. 

“What makes you think it’s because I’m desperate?”

Joel laughed, a cold humorless laugh. “You’ve seen what I do. You know what I am. Do I gotta mention that I’m old enough to be your father?”

“I don’t care,” you said truthfully. You touched his thigh. He didn’t pull away. “It’s not because I’m desperate. I mean, obviously I’m horny as all hell, but the thought of you bending me over gets me through many cold nights,” Joel cursed under his breath as you let the word vomit tumble out. You weren’t sure if it was adrenaline or pure stupidity but he had crossed the line first. “I want you.”

You let your hand go up his leg a little further. His reflexes were fast and he grabbed your wrist, throwing it away from him. At first you thought you had pushed him too far but instead he grabbed you, throwing you up over the center console. Your torso leaned over into the front, while your legs and ass hung into the back seat. You could see his hungry eyes in the rear view mirror.

“Joel-,”

“You said you want this,” he said behind you. You felt him move behind you, sliding into the middle seat so he was directly between your bent legs. He smacked your ass sharply. “Do you want this?”

“Fuck,” you hissed out. “Yes, I want this.”

Joel undid your belt, sliding your jeans off your hips, along with another pair of what Joel would call ridiculous panties. 

He spanked you again, this time on your bare ass, surprising a yelp out of you. You felt so exposed, naked in front of him. 

“I want you to fuck me.” You knew how needy you sounded. It had been building since you met him. Every time he grabbed you away, held your hand, touched you at all. Your skin felt like it was on fire now.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. You shuttered as he kissed the back of your thigh, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin. 

You were about to beg him to take his pants off when you felt his tongue touch you. He grabbed your hips, plunging his face into you like he had never tasted anything so good. 

“Joel,” you moaned, only causing his grip on your hips to tighten. “Oh my god, Joel.” 

You reached back, grasping at his hair, his hands, anything to feel closer to him. You wanted him inside you so badly but the way he was devouring you was making your eyes roll back into your head. 

“Come for me, sweetheart,” A name he only reserved when he thought you really needed it. God, did you need it. The string snapped and you came, hard, squeezing his hand against your hip. 

He dragged his tongue lazily up one last time, as if savoring how you tasted. He pulled your jeans back up, making your spirit deflate a little. 

“You don’t-,”

“No,” he said firmly. 

You sat back in the back seat. Your eyes wandered down. His jeans were tented, a noticeable bulge in the front. You bit your lip, noting how big he was. You wanted to climb in his lap and ride him until you made him feel like he had just made you feel. 

“It looks like you want to.”

“Believe me, I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life,” Joel explained, even as he shifted uncomfortably. “But I can’t.” 

You laughed incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“Dead.” 

“After that you’re gonna say you can’t fuck me?” You asked. You were still dripping wet for him, knowing you sounded like you were begging. You kind of were. You had never felt so good in your life, you wanted more. 

“Trust me,” he said, leaning up again the side of truck. “Now go to sleep.”

You didn’t know how you could, when every part of you wanted him inside of you. 

[tightjeansjavi]

as natural as another leg around you in the bed frame

A/N: well..this was supposed to just be a fluffy little piece with a dabble of smut but uhh we took the angsty route! Don’t act so surprised ;)

~word count: 2.0k~

Summary: Joel returns home to you after patrol injured, and hiding it from you.

Pairing | post! outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, minor injuries, mentions of a knife wound, stitches, blood, brief lying, stubborn Joel, soft! Joel, protective! Joel, he turns into a whimpering mess! Joel, comfort, care, unconditional love, tending to Joel’s wounds, intimacy, handjob in the tub, praise, talking him through it, ends with a well deserved nap, reader has no physical descriptions, no age gap, +18 minors dni!

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If there’s one thing that Joel Miller loves most in this cruel, unforsaken carnage of what is left of the world that he knows, it’s the privilege of getting to come home to you. He has someone to protect outside of Ellie, who is well off in her own life with Dina by her side. Joel would still put his life out on the line for her without a second thought. He’d do the same for you because well, you’re his; and he is yours.

He comes home to you, to your arms, to your warmth everyday. He thrives in it the second his arms loop around your waist and he hugs you so tight to his chest you can hardly take in a lungful of air. You let him hug you just like so every time. You love him, and that’s all there is to know.

Your Joel sometimes returns home to you with speckled blood spattered on his cheeks, dusting his eyebrows and salt and pepper hair. Sometimes his flannel is caked in dirt and congealed blood, but it’s never his own. He always reassures you that it’s not his. He kisses the frown that appears between your brows when you’re feeling unconvinced. Maybe it’s due to the way his hands tremble at the slightest, or his breath hitches in his throat, a wheeze slides past his lips as he tries to mask it with a quick clearing of his throat.

You see right through it, and he knows you do.

“Joel,” You softly whisper through the calming domestic air. “Are you hurt?”

He tightly shakes his head, back going rigid and stiff like a plank of wood. He avoids making direct eye contact with you to try and mask the fact that he is lying.

“M’not hurt, sweet girl.” He murmurs as he slowly slides his rifle strap from his shoulder. He winces slightly from the jagged gash on his right bicep as he hangs the strap of the rifle along the rusted hook on the wall.

“Please don’t lie to me. You’re hurt. I can see it written all over your face, Joel.” You pleaded with him as your hand traveled up the expanse of his chest and finally rested along his jaw. You could feel the patches of his wiry beard lightly scratch across the soft underside of your palm.

“S’just a scratch. Ain’t deep or nothin.’ I’m alright. You don’t gotta worry ‘bout me, sweetheart.” His words rumbled like thunder from an oncoming storm. He wasn’t exactly an expert liar.

“Let me see it.” You demanded in an urgent tone, thumb gently brushing across his chapped lips.

His head dips down in defeat as he leans into your soft caress, “Honey,” He starts, almost vying to plead with you, but you don’t let him finish.

“Joel, please. Please just let me take care of you. You’re hurt, and I need to make sure it’s not infected.”

He begrudgingly agrees because he knows this is a battle he cannot win. His hand slowly reaches up towards his face as his fingers find yours and thread them together before dropping them to his side. He lets you lead him up the staircase and to your shared bathroom. He doesn't speak, only grunts as you sit him down on the edge of the closed toilet seat.

You can feel his eyes drifting across your back as you grab the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet.

You’re too good to him, he silently thinks to himself as he begins to undo the buttons of his flannel. His shoulders ache as he peels the fabric from his skin and discards it onto the faded tile floor. He’s got a makeshift bandage wrapped around the wound as you use the empty trash cash as a makeshift stool. “Just a scratch?” you question as he unties the fabric. The gash is at least an inch or so deep. Just enough that he’ll need stitches.

“S’nothin.’ Stopped bleedin’ hours ago.” He mumbled under his breath.

“Why did you want to hide this from me, Joel?” The firstaid kit is resting along your lap when he finally makes eye contact with you.

“Cus’ I don’t like seein’ you upset when I get hurt. S’my fault. M’gettin’ slower out there. Can’t keep up like I used to.” He sounded defeated as his shoulders slumped forward.

“Joel, I'm not upset, okay? I just don’t like it when you hide these things for me. I’m sure the guy that knifed you is in far worse condition than you are.” You responded softly as you pulled out what probably was 20+ year old disinfectant, but it still did the trick.

“Let’s jus’ say he’s gonna have a real long sleep. Bugs n’the critters will make good use outta his body.” Joel was never shy when it came to his duty on patrol, and what it sometimes turned out to be. He knew you were not frightened by this knowledge, and he knew you held no moral judgment over his head for it.

“This is going to sting a little.” You briefly warned him as you held the spray bottle a few inches above his wound before administering a few spritzes.

“M’favorite part.” He teased with barely a wince given.

When his wound was clean, and the needle was sterilized, Joel pressed a tender kiss to your temple in reassurance. “G’nna patch me up nice n’good now, baby?”

“Mhm.” You murmured softly.

“‘Atta girl.” He relaxed his posture, and his arm so you would have an easier time stitching his skin back together. He knew this part always made you a little apprehensive, but humming soothingly under his breath did the trick.

Once you had successfully sutured his wound, you wrapped it firmly in a bit of gauze before tilting your head in the direction of the tub. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

He didn’t argue this time, but before you could stand up, he was reaching for your face with both hands as he pressed his lips to yours in a gentle embrace. It was tender, sweet, ignited by his devotion for you. The kiss lasted all of a few seconds before he was reluctantly pulling away. You heard the familiar crack of his knees as he slowly stood up.

You silently started the water for the tub. Checking the temperature every few seconds to make sure it was adequately warm enough for the two of you.

You listened to the faint clink of his belt, followed by the denim of his jeans sliding down his strong thighs. You watched from your peripheral as his broad form slowly sunk down into the soothing water. He made sure to keep his bandaged arm resting along the rim of the tub so that it wouldn’t accidentally get wet.

“S’nice.” He softly grunted as he stretched his legs out. “Y’gnna join me?” He tilted his chin to the side, watching you with a soft expression etched across his weathered face.

“Of course I am, baby.” You saw a hint of a smirk tug on his lips. He couldn’t help but indulge himself in watching you undress. You were beautiful, and he was a man after all.

Much to his surprise, you didn’t make yourself comfortable between the expanse of his thighs. Instead, you sank down behind him, with your arms wrapping around his middle, breasts pressed firmly to his back as you hugged him tightly.

“What’re y’doin’ back there, honey?” He asked, words vibrating through your body as he craned his head over his shoulder to try and look at you.

“Just want to hold you.” Was your response as you began to press soft kisses between his shoulder blades.

“You’re a sweetheart, y’know that? M’so lucky to have ya.” He nearly whispered as he settled further back into the warm water, and your gentle grasp around him.

Your hands traveled upwards from the soft swell of his tummy, and up to his shoulders where you gently began to knead the sore muscle tissue with your fingers. You worked your way through a stubborn knot just below his right shoulder blade. He melted into your touch like warm butter on a pan. He didn’t realize just how tense he was until you started working your way through his sore spots.

“Y’don’t gotta be doin’ all of this f’me, sweet girl.” His eyes fluttered shut as he let a breathy sigh escape past his lips.

“I want to, Joel. I want to take care of you. You’re always taking care of me..you deserve the same kind of treatment. You do so much to keep me, Ellie, and the rest of the town safe from harm. Most importantly, I love you. You’re my partner, and you deserve all the care and attention from me right now.”

Fuck.

“I love you too, sweet girl. Love you s’fuckin’ much. You’re always s’good t’me. Luckiest man in town, gettin’ to be loved by you.” He hummed appreciatively.

He could feel you smiling against his damp skin as your hands slowly drifted back down to rest along his tummy as a comfortable silence washed over the two of you. The water had begun to turn a slightly diluted pink color from the dried blood naturally being washed away on his skin. The tub faucet dripped a few droplets that landed on the tub's surface leaving delicate ripples in their wake.

He could stay like this forever; here with you.

When your fingers lightly brushed across the expanse of coarse, dark hair along his pelvic area, words were already tumbling from his lips before you could even ask him.

“Please.” He murmured as he desperately tried to grasp at his rational straws. So many times he had denied himself of his own pleasure, simply because he’d much rather take care of you.

His hand that wasn’t resting along the edge of the tub slipped under the water and guided your hand to where his softened cock laid between his thighs.

“Please,” He asked again, voice nearly cracking from the desperation to feel your touch.

“I’ll take care of you.” You whispered as your fingers slowly wrapped around the base of his shaft, thumb reaching up to paint across his weeping tip.

His head fell back to rest upon your shoulder as he gripped the side of the tub with knuckles turning stark white. A whimper escaped past his lips as you slowly began to twist and pump your wrist. You worked him in expert, slow strokes as he praised you shamelessly.

“S’good.” He uttered with a soft grunt. “S’good to me. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop, sweet girl.” He’d beg you if necessary, but based off the way you were softly shushing him with delicate kisses laid upon his cheekbones, he knew you had all the intentions of taking care of him.

His thighs began to quiver underwater, toes curling, hips bucking upwards against your hand as profanity mixed with praise tumbled from his parted lips like an avalanche along a steep mountain pass. He turned into a whimpering mess just from your hand alone.

“Shh. I got you, Joel. I got you. You’re safe..let go baby, it’s okay.” You whispered against the shell of his ear as he cried out your name. His hips stilled in the now cloudy water from his post release. He felt spent, placid, calm in your grasp as his cock went soft in your palm.

You washed away the remnants of blood that stuck to his hair and face, before you departed from the lukewarm embrace.

He was the one to wrap a fluffy towel around the both of you as he left soft kisses anywhere his lips could reach. You declined his generous offer to go down on you simply for the fact that you could sense his exhaustion from the day. You softly offered him a nap instead. His one request was to feel your skin against his, while he paid no mind to the sheets getting damp from not properly drying off. His legs tangled protectively around yours as you lazily pulled the duvet over your bare skin. His nose nuzzles the spot between your neck and collarbone as his arms wrap around your middle. One hand splays out across the soft swell of your tummy, while the other rests across your hip. You sleep for hours in this domestic intimacy that you have forged tirelessly together.

You’re his; and he is yours, and that’s all there is to know.

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[crisisreading]

In the Left Behind episode, they really are building up Ellie’s attempted r*pe and general creepy encounters with David to be even worse and scarier than the game.

First, we have Ellie’s insistence that Riley turn around while she changes. She does NOT like anyone watching her undress. Riley even says that Ellie has always been “weird” about it.

Then, she tells Riley to get off her after they are done taking pictures in the photo booth. It’s a small moment, but it shows that Ellie is uncomfortable being touched by others, even her crush. The average teenager would probably jump at the chance to be closer to the person they like, but not Ellie.

Finally, the infected person attacking Ellie and tackling her to the ground is meant to mirror the way David attacks Ellie in the game. The infected crawls over her while she screams at him to get off. She is likely going to experience some form of PTSD from this moment.

In summary, I am scared for next week. :(

[strawberry-queen-66]

Joel: *shoots the doctor trying to harvest Ellie’s brain*

Gamers who have played TLoU Part II:

[a-things32]

This manz so fucking hot I can’t

[pedges]

it’s time to talk about pre/no outbreak joel miller x black reader headcanons

because i don’t think enough people think about how sarah is literally a black teenager, with a latino dad, and a mom out of the picture, and how having someone who intrinsically understands her would be so important.

like, you and joel work together, or you’re neighbors, or he frequents the coffee shop you work at, or you’re the stylist at the salon he decides to take sarah to—because he’s kind of at a loss when her mom leaves the picture, he doesn’t know how to deal w hair like hers so he sheepishly asks you for help, or to give some tips, or products, or steps on how to take care of textured hair

which turns into you coming over to meet sarah, which turns into meals at the millers, which turns into spending more time with joel, and bonding with sarah, which turns into a slow, sweet, steady process of falling in love with joel and sarah and tommy.

you guys share bits and pieces of your culture with each other—he’s teaching you some spanish (unless you already know!), you show him the movies and shows and music you grew up on (“living single was the original friends, i’m being so serious right now.”), and you share things with sarah that only you guys would understand, or relate to. one time when you’re over at the miller’s, you’re upstairs with sarah, braiding her hair in front of her vanity and you’ve got minnie ripperton’s “perfect angel” album in sarah’s cd player and you’re both singing, trying to hit that note in lovin’ you—and joel is watching so fondly from the doorway, thinking about two things: 1. how you slid so perfectly into their lives, like they had made room in their hearts just for you and 2. when he fell in love with you

was it when you would cook for him, your mama’s recipe you swore you wouldn’t share, or when you put on your old school steppin’ music mixtape and forced him to dance with you in his living room, or maybe when you told him he’s doing such a great, wonderful, amazing job with sarah despite whatever he may think. and he thanked you, for everything you’re doing for them, for sarah, because he hasn’t been able to feed an important part of her culture into her life and you’ve done it so seamlessly. but you get it, because you’re a black woman in texas, and not everyone can be beyoncé, ha ha. if there’s anything you can do to make sarah feel less alone, you’re going to do it.

either way, joel loves you, and he loves everything about you, the way the sun shines on your skin, how you can pull off any color you want, and the bounce of your hair—the richness of your eyes, the curve of your hips, the way you’re so strong willed, with a soul only you could hold. he’s keeping you around, he thinks, not just for sarah—he’ll be a little selfish this time around, and do it for himself too

(also sorry but joel dedicating ebony eyes by stevie wonder to you…tears and tears and tears)

[final-girl96]

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