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SWEET LIKE CHERRY COLA

Summary: Inspired by Cola by Lana Del Rey. The countryside had always been home to Y/N and Joel. Joel became her neighbor a couple of years ago, catching her attention. One day, when the fair came to town, Joel decided to take Y/N out on a date to the town fair and out for a refreshing drink.

Pairing: Joel Miller x OC (3rd POV)

Warnings: 18+, smut, smoking weed!, southern Joel!, cursing!, mentions of oral sex!, rough sex!, reader had a southern accent!, age gap relationship (reader age is not mentioned, Joel is in his 40s), reader is a graduate from college!, major summer vibes!- I know it's March, fluff!, smoking!, drinking!, reader wears dresses!, sharing drinks!, country vibes!, cute date!, mentions of divorce, mentions of Sarah death!- not mentioned how!, neighborjoel x reader!, thigh riding!, Joel calls reader a slut- a few times!, girlyreader!, praise kink!, cursing!, shower sex!, dom! Joel, jealous tendencies!, choking!, pet names!, dirty talk!, sub reader!, fluff!, and not fully edited.

A/N: I have been writing a lot of summer inspired stories, I'm honestly ready for it. Here something I threw together, I hope you enjoy💕 -they are so cute in this I swear! Please let me know if I missed any warnings!

“I got a taste for men who are older, it's Always been, so it's no surprise.” - Lana del rey

She honestly couldn't believe it. She honestly couldn't fucking believe anything right now.

Joel Miller asked her out on a date.

Joel fucking Miller. Her neighbor of all people, her father’s buddy.

She understood somethings have happened between them yes.. But a date?

Y/N and her family have lived in the same house for as long as she can remember. The family home is located in a quiet little town in the heart of Texas. The house is situated down a long gravel driveway, which stretches for about 5 to 8 miles and by two other farmhouses. The houses were once all part of the same property, but were eventually sold off by the town. Y/N's parents purchased the main house, which is located at the very end of the driveway. Her father, a skilled handyman, took on the task of renovating the house from top to bottom to make it a comfortable and welcoming home for his family.

Y/N had a deep attachment to her southern roots and cherished every moment spent in her home. However, when she left for college, everything changed. The swarming city life was a stark contrast to what she was used to, and Y/N found herself struggling with homesickness. As Y/N returned home for the first time after starting college, she couldn't help but notice a new neighbor who immediately caught her attention. Her eyes were drawn to this mysterious man, and she found herself intrigued by him.

Joel Miller.

Throughout her entire life, Y/N's neighbors were Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, who lived in a charming farmhouse two miles down. The Johnsons had maintained the property well over the years, but as they grew older, it began to fall into disrepair. Y/N had fond memories of her father frequently lending a hand to Mr. Johnson with yard and house work. However, when both Mr. and Mrs. Johnson passed away, the house was eventually sold when Y/N turned 20 years old. One summer day, Y/N's mother, a sociable and kind-hearted person, made a casserole to welcome the new neighbors, and Y/N decided to join her in making the introduction to Joel, whom she was meeting for the very first time.

As soon as Y/N's father met the older mechanic, he knew they would get along. The two men bonded over their shared love of cars, and before long, the mechanic - Joel - became a regular visitor to their home. Y/N, who was attending college at the time, would sometimes be home when Joel visited. She found herself enjoying their conversations, and Joel had a way of making her laugh and smile.

As she got to know him better, Y/N discovered Joel's southern charm and gentle demeanor. She had always been drawn to older men, although she couldn't quite explain why. Despite the fact that her relationship with her father was not particularly close, she knew that he was a good man who loved his family.

Joel, a charming young man, had moved to the town a couple of years ago and had quickly become friends with Y/N. Over time, Y/N's initial crush had grown into a deep bond that she found herself craving more and more. Whenever Joel was around, she felt a palpable tension that made her heart race. He would often come to help her father around the farm, and every moment spent with him felt like an opportunity to get closer.

One night just a few months ago before spring break was over, Y/N and Joel had their first hook up. The tension finally broke, Y/N knew she would have guilt so did Joel- this was his friends daughter. But she was so irresistible. He had to have her, not just that one time after her father invited him over for a basebball game that weekend. But many time after that Joel kept crawling back to her. He never imagined falling for her though.

Y/N had just returned home from college, having graduated recently, and was now trying to start a life for herself. Despite her ambitions, she was thrilled to be back home with her parents, who welcomed their only child with open arms. She had taken up a job at a boutique that her mother's friend owned, which was a perfect fit for her as she was also trying to start a business of her own.

Y/N had spent the entire morning in the barn, surrounded by the sweet scent of hay and the gentle neighs of the horses. She was dressed in comfortable clothes, a pair of faded jeans and an old t-shirt, and was helping her father with the daily chores. Her parents were both at work, leaving her alone at the family home. It was a peaceful summer day, with the sun shining bright and the sky a clear blue.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar truck pull up outside the barn. It was Joel's truck, the one he had been fixing up for months. She could see that the vehicle was still half-painted with a reddish color, and it looked like he had put a lot of effort into it. As Joel stepped out of the truck, she couldn't help but notice how rough he looked. His clothes were dirty and sweaty, and he seemed nervous, though he tried to hide it by casually talking to her and helping her with the hay. Despite his appearance, Y/N still found him attatrive and still happy to see him and welcomed his company.

When Joel took his shirt off that had Y/N's throat tightened. Her eyes couldn’t help but shift to his bare chest. His jeans hung loosely around his waist, and the belt hugging them wasn’t working much with him moving around. Y/N shouldn’t think about this man this way; it had been too long though. She had not seen him since the couple weeks she had been home from school. Y/N had no idea if Joel was here to start something up again, maybe throw her on the tractor and fuck her.

Oh she shouldn't think that..

Just when she thought that, that’s when Joel asked her. Both were resting, sitting on the tractor parked inside the barn. Y/N could have fucked him on that tractor and not think twice about it.

“How’d ya feel bout going to the fair this weekend?”

Y/N was taken aback momentarily when Joel asked her out on a date - she had not even considered the possibility of him asking. They seemed to keep their relationship a Secert. She struggled to recall how she reacted at that moment, but she could feel her face getting warm. She felt like a silly middle schooler, stumbling over her words and thoughts. "Wait, like a real date with you?" Y/N blurted out, laughing nervously. Joel chuckled at her reaction, finding it endearing as he watched her cheeks turn rosy and her attempt to conceal her smile.

Joel's smile widened as he shrugged his shoulders. "Yes honey, like a date with me," he said, half-jokingly. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, but she quickly agreed, excited at the prospect of spending time alone with Joel. However, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension at her father finding out. They both decided to keep it a secret since Y/N's parents would be out of town for the weekend and didn't want to risk getting caught.

Joel gave her a deep kiss, and before Y/N could carry it on more than she wanted to, Joel pulled back. “I have to be at work, suga’,” Joel could tell she was pouting, poking her bottom lip out, and sitting on his lap. "Just a minute, Joel, please." Y/N pleaded against his lips, biting her own and looking up at him between her lashes. His smirk was dark, and his eyes even grew darker. She was grinding against him a little, causing a little friction on her clit. Y/N whimpered a little on his thigh as Joel balanced them on the tractor.

"You're just a little slut aren't ya, baby?" Joel teased her, chuckling in her ear that sent goosebumps down her neck, "Grinding on daddy's thigh, naughty girl." Y/N giggled, moaning as her hips moved against his thigh quickly. Joel chuckled at her; she was a mess already, even with her jean shorts still on.

"You're something else, baby; I want you to come in your little shorts," Joel told her, gripping her thighs tighter. She could barely form words, holding onto his sweaty bare shoulders. "I'm gonna come, daddy." She whimpered, her head throwing back, placing kisses on her neck.

Y/N felt herself cum in her underwear through her shorts, moaning out, feeling Joel's fingers through her hair. "I have to go to work, baby." Y/N whined as Joel laughed at her reaction, “I promise, baby, I'll make it up to you.” Joel placed multiple kisses on her lips that made her giggle and squeal. Her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands resting on her bare thighs. His kiss deepened before breaking away, helping her up from the tractor.

Y/N was still shocked, watching Joel’s truck drive from the barn. She squealed, running out of the barn, jumping up and down, giggling like a schoolgirl to herself. She had this adrenaline, this rush that washed over her and made her feel good. Maybe a sort of type of confidence.

But he had just asked her on a date, But she had known him for years now.. they had been hooking up for months now.. maybe that helped her guilty conscience. What did not help her guilty conscience was the cum still sitting in her underwear.

Y/N felt like she changed a thousand times.

She finally picked out a dress that was flattering for the fair. The State Fair was usually filled with rides and games, and the food was the best part. A bunch of Southerners getting together cooking food and fair foods- it was honestly heaven.

Y/N had fond memories of visiting the fair with her friends and family when she was younger. However, this time was different. She was going on a date and knew people in her small, quiet town would talk about her. She couldn't help but feel self-conscious and anxious about the attention they would receive. Y/N hoped she could speak to her parents before the gossip got to her mother and created unnecessary drama.

Despite the potential consequences of their actions, the pair appeared unfazed and unconcerned about the possibility of being caught and facing judgment.

Y/N's ears perked up as she heard the familiar sound of Joel's truck approaching from outside. She grabbed her small purse and headed out to the driveway, where she saw that his car was now fully painted and looking as good as new. It had only been a couple of days since he had asked her out, and already he had taken the time to get his vehicle fixed up for their date. Joel quickly jumped out of the truck when he parked, rushing over to open the door for her like a true gentleman.

As Joel helped Y/N into his two-seated truck for their date, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. It had been a while since he had been on a date, and he wanted everything to go smoothly. Y/N giggled at his nervousness, finding it endearing that he was the one feeling anxious.

“You’ve never been this nervous around me,” Y/N giggled, Joel blushing at her comment, shrugging, “It's been a while since I dated, sweetheart. I don't wanna fuck this up.” His hand rested on her thigh, giving her a sympathetic smile. “I know been distant this past week; congrats on graduation, by the way, darlin’.” Y/N smiled, placing a hand where he rested.

“I want things to work out with you, sweetheart; I have just been nervous with my past relationships and the loss of Sarah,” Joel started to trail off; Y/N had heard it before she knew Joel's story. She wasn't going to make him have to say anything else. “Joel, I understand. I think it's cute you tryin’ to be slow.” Joel chuckled at her comment.

But as they drove to their destination, Y/N's curiosity got the best of her. She wondered how Joel felt about introducing him to her parents as a dating couple. After all, he was younger than her parents, but only by a few years. Would her parents approve of their relationship? Y/N couldn't help but wonder.

Y/N's lips curled with a hint of nervousness as she spoke, "You're not worried at all ‘bout my parents?" Her parents had always been rather strict, with her father being more strict than her mother. Y/N and her mother had a few secrets from her father, especially the time her mother caught her smoking with a boy down in the fields.

And the time drinking with Becca down at the school.

And the time she got caught with a boy home.

And the time.. Y/N might have gone through a phase of rebellion, where she engaged in activities that were perhaps not in line with her usual behavior.

However, she was fortunate enough that her mother was the one to catch her during the times she was caught.

Also fortunate her mother never caught her with Joel- that might have made her have a heart attack. Seeing Joel fucking her. There were many times she and Joel could have gotten caught, the time he snuck into her window and ate her pussy out with her parents just down stairs.

There was also a time back at Joel's house she slept over, and her father came looking for her; she never ran so fast across the fields back home. But in a way, it was fun; the adrenaline was exciting. Y/N, however, knew the truth of their relationship was about to surface.

Y/N seemed fully aware of how this town worked and knew that people would start talking about her and Joel, whom she was perhaps involved with. As her parents returned home on Sunday and prepared to return to work on Monday, they were sure to hear about the rumors and gossip surrounding their daughter.

Y/N just hoped it all could work out for now. She just was happy to be going on a date with Joel Miller.

Joel turned to Y/N with a look of concern etched on his face, his eyes softening as he gazed at her. "I think it might be best to focus on the present moment, honey," he sounded in a gentle voice, his hand reassuringly resting on her thigh giving it a gentle squeeze as he continued to drive. "We can talk to them when they come back. I wouldn't make you do it by yourself." He added, his finger gently massaging her thigh to provide solace. The atmosphere inside the truck was serene and calm, save for the soft, soothing tunes of 80s country music playing in the background. The music seemed to fill the air, creating a peaceful ambiance as they drove down the road.

Y/N felt a sort of comfort, she felt safe. She always did with Joel.

Y/N was feeling anxious and nervously fidgeting with the ends of her nails. She whispered, "They are gonna freak out, aren't they?" Joel noticed her anxiety and placed his hand on top of hers, stopping her from playing with her nails and squeezing them tightly to reassure her. He leaned in and whispered, "I told you not to worry, baby." His voice was soothing and comforting to her. He then took one of her hands into his and gently kissed her knuckles, trying to alleviate her worries.

“Now sweetheart, what's your favorite fair food?”

"And we have a winner!”

Y/N's eyes lit up with excitement as Joel aimed and popped the final balloon, winning her the grand prize. It was a massive stuffed bear, and Y/N had never been so thrilled for a teddy bear before. "Thank you so much, Joel," Y/N exclaimed with a beaming smile, as they walked through the bustling crowd of the fair.

The sun had finally set, and the day's oppressive heat had given way to a refreshing coolness. Joel had them an old-fashioned bottle of cherry cola. The fair always shared them. Many people even collected the bottles. Both passed it forth, sharing it as they made their way through the colorful carnival booths and rides; Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for this unforgettable moment.

“It's so much sweeter in the bottle,” Y/N sipped the fizzed cold drink, handing the glass bottle to Joel, the bear still in her other hand. “Not as sweet as you, darlin’.” Y/N playfully rolled her eyes at him.

Joel had gone out of his way to make the day memorable for his Y/N. He had purchased tickets for a few rides, treated her to a delicious funnel cake, and now had her engaged in some fun games. As she basked in the moment, Joel tenderly kissed her and held her face in his hands. "I'll do anything to make you happy, my love," he whispered. "Would you like to ride the Ferris wheel before we leave?"

Y/N and Joel stood in line for the Ferris wheel, her arm holding a bear and her other arm locked with Joel's. She said, "As long as you promise to kiss me at the top," with a happy expression. They had been at the fair for a while, and Y/N had noticed a few eyes on them. Some stares were curious, but the ones that struck Y/N the most were the disgusting stares. She felt a sting of discomfort when she saw people whispering about them. However, Joel seemed oblivious to all this, keeping his eyes on his woman, not noticing anyone else around them.

Y/N couldn't help it, though. She knew that others might judge her for what she was about to do. Joel, who was standing beside her, would probably tell her that those people were just jealous. After all, jealousy was usually the answer to such situations. The line moved quickly, and soon, they were both seated in a cart with Joel's hands wrapped around her waist. As the wheel moved slowly, they were lifted to the top, anticipation building up. Finally, the wheel stopped, leaving them to enjoy the breathtaking view from the top.

The lights were an awe to her, so many colored lights. The night sky was filled with stars; the air was just right not to be cold. Y/N felt like nothing could make this more perfect. Joel just let the younger woman be in awe for a moment, being in awe himself.

The way the dress was hugging her waist, the way her smile was lighting up her whole face. She was beautiful in every way. Joel placed his fingers on her chin to turn him towards his direction, placing a kiss on her lips. She still tasted the cherry from the coke on her lips mixed with even the cherry lipstick she had on. Their lips moved in sync, both hands cupping her cheeks, squeezing them tightly. The wheel started moving again, startling her a little, grabbing onto Jeol, who laughed at her. “It ain't funny.” Y/N slapped his chest playfully.

“Don't worry, I'll keep my girl safe.”

Joel got Y/N out of the pickup truck once pulling into his home. His house was always so cozy and calming when Y/N was over. The floor creaked when his boots hit the wooden floor; taking off his flannel and hanging it by the door.

"You need anythin' to drink, baby?" Joel asked her, his eyes scanning over her. She looked so cute in that dress; she always looked good no matter what she was in. "Beer would be fine," Y/N suggested, following him to his kitchen. His kitchen was bare. She noticed a few photos on his fridge of him and a little girl. She'd never been in his kitchen before, yet she had not seen many pictures of Sarah, only older ones. Y/N smiled, glancing over the photos, handing her a beer and having one for himself.

"I have some smoke if you want to head to the back porch with me?" Joel suggested, pulling out a silver box underneath his drawer. Y/N gave him a smug smirk, sipping her fizzed beer. "Lead the way, Miller." Y/N watched his lips curl, gesturing him to follow out back.

Popping his screen door open, crickets filled her ears. The night was getting later; the air was still warm and cozy outside. Joel recently fixed the porch swing, offering her a seat. Joel had a blunt in his hand, lighting the end of the blunt, pulling the first hit. The sizzling sound of the blunt filled their ears, and Joel puffed out smoke, handing it over to Y/N. "You smoked 'fore, doll?" The older male wondered, watching her bring the blunt to her lips.

"Few times, mostly out of bongs in college." Y/N coughed, passing it by to Joel, "Can't believe an old man like you smokes." Joel laughed, letting out a puff of smoke, keeping the blunt in rotation. "What makes you wanna be with an old man like me, huh?" Joel wondered, holding in the smoke for a moment.

"All boys at my college wanted one thing; some were nice. But.." Y/N paused momentarily, taking a hit and letting out a dry cough. Joel chuckled at her momentarily, listening to her, waiting for her response. "I like you, Joel. You're different; you treat me better than anyone I'd ever been with." Joel loved that; he wanted her to treat her like a queen.

Both finished the blunt, and Joel ashed it out, leaving the 'roach' in the smoking tray. "Do you wanna go shower now, sweetheart?" Joel held his hand out, hips lips curled in a smirk. "I know what your showers consist of, Miller." Y/N pointed her finger at him playfully, taking his hand. "And you love a good Joel Miller pamper shower." He winked at her playfully, grabbing her sides and picking her up, which made her sequel. Joel's hands trailed up her dress, tightening her thighs.

Joel took Y/N upstairs to shower, getting it started. It took a minute to get warm. He turned to the younger woman, watching her remove her dress; she did not have a bra on, which made his breath drawl in, watching the dress fall to the ground. Her panties fit her like a glove, which made him want her more. The color fits her so well. His hands touched her bare sides, his eyes closed, breathing in her scent.

His touch sent chills down her spine, laying her head on his bare chest. "The water should be a warm doll." Joel let Y/N in the shower first; through the glass, she could see Joel's figure remove his jeans. Her head underneath the water, she kept her eyes on him, watching his every move. She could hear his belt hit the floor, her eyes closed, letting her head hit the water behind her.

The shower door was pulled open; she could feel Joel's presence enter, wrapping his arms around her and placing small kisses on her neck. Y/N felt like she was in her safe zone; the water and Joel's touch were relaxing. She quickly turned around on her feet, pulling him close to her lips. The kiss was hungry, and she ached for him. Her nails dug into the back of his neck, that made him growl.

Joel had her against the wall, one leg held up; she could feel his hardened cock against her. His lips kept moving with his; she was entirely making out with Joel against the cold shower wall. “God, you're so fuckin’ hot, babe, ain't ya?” Joel moaned into their kiss, his tongue moving with hers, “Moan for daddy, baby.”

Y/N had her neck fully access to him placing rougher kisses down her neck. He growled in her ear turning over having her against the wall her back arching. With a whimper, she felt Joel grab a hold of her hips to pull them where he needed them before she felt the warmth of him moving in behind her. Joel grabbed her hips in his and led her back toward him. When she rubbed up against the solidness of his flesh, moaning out. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the way that Joel teased her.

The way he traced the tip of his hard cock through her folds made her want everything all the more. It made her ache and want him more than he could ever imagine. When the tip pushed at her entrance, she bit onto her bottom lip whimpering out, her head rested on the shower wall.

Joel’s had his hand wrapped in her wet hair. With ease, he thrust into her filling her completely that made her gasp. The pleased sound he made showed her that was loving this.

“Your dad would be throwing a fit right now seeing his little girl like this” Joel growled against the back of her ear making her jaw clench. The warmth of his breath drew chills down her spine and she tried to keep it together.

“Can we not talk about my dad while you’re balls deep inside of me?” she begged, panting clearly out of breath. Whichmade Joel laugh out, his thrust making her ass jiggle. The water was starting to get cold not even bothering the two.

An occasional heavy breath or moan escaped the both of them while he took his time with her. Joel’s palm slid from her hips so he could caress at her cilt. She threw her head back moaning out, the water still trailing down their skin getting colder by the minute.

With Joel’s kissing over the side of her neck, she knew that everything inside of her wanted to cry out. She was a whimpering and moaning hog mess. Even with him, he was grunting and moaning against the side of her neck. “I’m going to come.”

“Me too, just hold tight baby,” Joel commanded, she heard his deep winces filling the air and she rocked her hips against his thrusts making a wet smacking sound fill the shower. Falling forward, she could feel her body shaking against his and Joel quickened the thrusts his dick made inside of her chasing that orgasm himself.

“Stay the night, baby,” Joel kissed her shoulders riding out the orgasm. He had the shower turned off wrapping a towel around her body before wraoping one around his waist. Joel even carried Y/N to the bed placing her down in his room, giving his a kiss on the cheek.

“You're the sweetest, Joel.” Y/N told him giving him a warm smile. His eyebrows rose, teasing the younger woman. “Sweet like cherry cola?” Y/N snorted at his comment relating to earlier that night.

“Sweeter baby.”

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JOEL MILLER X READER - THE SIREN.

WORD COUNT - 3,465.

RATING - 18 [SUPERNATURAL THEMES, SEXUAL FRUSTRATION, FOREPLAY, HAND JOB, ORAL SEX, FACE-SITTING, TONGUE-FUCKING AND ROUGH INTERCOURSE.]

SUMMARY - joel and ellie stumble upon a woman singing in the ocean who is adamant about their stay in the beach.

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Joel and Ellie had successfully escaped from a crowd of infected within their travel to the Fireflies, the light blue sky that had once stalked above them had turned into a dark opaque vault and the two were ready to rest, exhausted by their trip, they had stumbled upon a beach, barely occupied, beautiful but lifeless.

The body of sand that crunched beneath their footwear that had spread towards the frame of the dark ocean, the Sun close to the wet shape, waited to be overtaken by its counterpart the Moon, had reflected its physique contra the sea.

As alluring the surroundings had looked, the sweet melody that had appealed both Ellie and Joel had caught their attention, the tone echoed, and each time the sound recited in their minds it had caused them to hesitatingly guide themselves towards the noise. The palatable smell of food had hit their noses and the sound of fire cracking had begun.

It seemed as if every time they took a step closer, the volume of the singing had increased in a way that seemed magical, as if the singing was playing in their mind instead of it coming from an outer source. Finally aware by the figure that had swam in the body of the ocean, you had seemed too engrossed with your voice to notice that there had been people who had stumbled upon your safe area that were also tied-up and curious in relations to your spectral singing.

“Should we steal from her?” Ellie quietly suggested, her body was still and motionless as if you would straight up attack the both of them if Ellie had moved a single muscle.

By some means, Joel must’ve had the same thought-process as Ellie, not to loot, but uncertain to walk any further in case it triggered a violent reaction. “No,” he quickly responded, reticent to depart, “we should leave,” his voice averse, without question, Ellie had followed Joel and turned her back towards the water, prepared to emigrate with the man and to continue to search for a safe property for them to take a breather.

“Leaving already?”

The two had jumped, dazed and startled by your swiftness, the duo had curved their body to face you, both unaware that you held the vocal instrument to a halt, the two had briefly wondered how you had caught up to them so quickly when you had previously been in the sea less than two seconds ago, in which they had thought.

Quick to apologise, protectively, Joel slightly stood in front of Ellie, his face full with excuse and plea, “sorry for bothering you, we’ll be on our way.”

“Don’t, stay here,” your voice light and supportive to their stay. “Stay here for the night and tomorrow you guys can continue on whatever trip you’re on.”

“We don’t wanna take any space,” he awkwardly chuckled, silently, you had become miffed that he continuously denied your bid. Normally, all it took was a look for people to already submit to any of your ideas, but you had observed that this man was stubborn.

You had turned around, comically examined the area around you and them in relations to display that they had much space because you guys were at the beach, “I insist, I have comfortable tents you can sleep in and take for your trip, and maybe I’ll give you some of the stuff you were planning to steal,” you had winked towards Ellie who had stood there flustered and ashamed that you, such a cryptic woman was somehow able to hear what the auburn haired girl had previously suggested not too long ago.

“Well, she’s cooking food,” Ellie positively commented, she had looked up at Joel, her eyes persuasive and conclusive, Joel then proceeded to share a glance with the younger woman ere he had silently agreed with the plan.

“Do you live here?” Ellie curiously questioned, her mouth quite full of the salmon you had fished hours before their arrival, the trio had sat around a fire pit, content with the fish and peach juice you had crafted, it had been a long time since both Ellie and Joel had warm food, or anything cooked or created well.

You had found it quite funny; the way Ellie had eaten was mannerless, but you didn’t complain, in this world setting, it was almost impossible for people who were not a part of communities to stuff themselves with moderately hot fare.

“I like to be anywhere that’s near the ocean,” you had replied, sentimental with your natural surroundings, you had finished your food quicker than Joel and Ellie, you had eaten your salmon like how a natural beast of prey would gobble their target.

Joel laughed at your emotional response, entertained by your elusive nature. “So, would you say you’re like some…child of the ocean?”

You had lightly giggled as you light-heartedly agreed to his approach. “Yes,” you had easily replied, “something like that.”

“You haven’t even told us your name,” Ellie vigorously noted, “you know our names, but we don’t know yours.”

You had attentively smiled at the young girl’s lively manner, there had been a couple of times where Joel would sneak in an apology for her blunt behaviour, but you had liked it, she was a breath of fresh air for you. “Y/N,” you had eventually genially introduced yourself.

“Well, Y/N, do you ever get scared?” Ellie curiously questioned, her inquiry genuine and absolute. Even if Ellie has been with Joel for such a long time, she has still been scared due to the number of close calls they had gone through, so the Williams girl couldn’t even imagine how you had felt being and surviving all alone.

“I can protect myself; I normally see Shamblers because of the water, but they’re easy to kill,” you had comfortably explained, confident with your skills, you had hunted and killed Shamblers as if they were your prey, you had found their cries humorous actually, killing those stages of the infected was actually a hobby for you.

“Where are you from?” Ellie had expressly questioned just as she reached for another salmon to gobble down on.

As you sat on the sand, you had dragged your legs to your chest and wrapped your arms around them to engage with your body’s warmth, chin against your knees you had thought about your origin place, nostalgic you had smiled at Ellie’s inquiry, “I come from somewhere very far,” you replied as you abruptly had the idea to become the questionnaire, you examined the two guests, their attire, body-language and how worn their clothes appeared, you had considered of leaving them clothes before they left the next day.

“What are you guys doing here?” You curiously questioned, with their accents and how different they seemed from the people who normally lived from the state you all were currently in, you had no choice but to speculate what they were doing.

“We’re travellers,” Joel briskly answered fore the man shared a hasty look with the young girl who pressed her mouth into a thin line, you had quickly arched your eyebrow but didn’t conjecture even more, you three had resumed on speaking to each other and Ellie hadn’t stopped her inquisitive questions about time before the Apocalypse which the two adults happily answered to.

As time passed, Ellie had apprized the two adults that she had the urge to go to sleep which had commenced you to retrieve a spacious tent for the young girl to comfortably sleep in, along with appliances to aid boost the adequate sleeping experience, ere you had attempted to open the tent for the young woman, Joel had pressed you to sit down so he could take your place and open the canvas for Ellie to take trance in.

Joel had found a good place to set the tepee up, it wasn’t too far from where they previously sat but distant enough for Ellie to not wake up from the conversation you and Joel would share, a moment later, the buff man had returned to his spot and amply sat against the cold sand.

“Aren’t you going to go sleep as well?” You had asked, curious to why he had not set up a tent right after he completed Ellie’s.

“S’just going to stay up for a bit,” he briskly replied.

You had sent him a look, you had recognised the strong stare he appointed towards you, you in ease of the evident draw and appeal he had for you. It was normal for men to feel strongly for you, you owned the appeal of a seductress and drew men in like an enchantress.

“Don’t you have to walk for a long time tomorrow, you should sleep.”

“I don’t have to for now,” he denied, successfully fell into the charmer trap you had effortlessly powered, it’s not like you had the strong intentions to lure Joel into the sea and devour him, it would’ve been too unfortunate as he had a child to take care of. Though, you had the motives to devour him in ways that would please the both of you. “I’ll just stay up for a bit.”

You had cocked your eyebrow, your façade comical and provoking as you read beneath the words he spoke, you untightened the grasp you had around your legs and relaxed your lower limbs, “is it me that’s keeping you up?” You had asked with an entertained note; he had remained silent, but gifted you the answer you comfortably sought out.

“When was the last time you had sex, Joel?” You snugly questioned while you adequately caught the glimmer that danced in his eyes as he was taken aback by your inquest.

“It’s been a long time,” he openly replied, you had played with your tongue, intrigued by his confidence, you had now understood why it didn’t take him too long for him to fall into your graces.

In the beginning of the event, he had attempted to resist you but he flattened into your allure soon enough. You were content either way, your eyes inviting and sensual, the only thing that had separated the both of you was the fire pit that had grew into its height, the both of you knew what was coming, he couldn’t fight it anymore, he was a man, sexually-frustrated and there opposite him sat a beautiful woman who implied for physical intimacy.

“Do you want to have sex with me, Joel?”

And there it was, the question you two had both anticipated for, Joel, assured, gazed at you, you had lightly moved your arms away from your body to expose your physique, he’d be stupid to deny it, he wanted it, and he didn’t realise how much he craved to fuck you until your question had dawned onto him.

“Yes.”

“Then come to me.”

Moreover, he did, he was quick, desperate for your embrace and warmth, you were quick to be on his lap, straddled him, both of your slender hands enveloped his bearded face as your lips swift to cuddle his, both impatient and keen to taste each other, you had felt his strong hands cup your buttocks as he caressed and groped your ass, his rough hands caressed the base of your skin, stroked the mass ere he smacked your husk, hastily pushed a pleasured yelp from your lips. Your lips had stretched against his and he echoed the gesture while the tip of his fingers had pinched the base of your short beach skirt.

You had stroked your clothed cunt against his still cock that had been covered by the denim fabric, desperate to have his length inside of you, you had slithered your hand down to his crotch to untighten the button that had closed the lower clothing around his waist, once you had completed your small task you had wrapped your dainty hand around his thick cock, the girth and balminess of his member sensual enough to make you moan.

He had helped you pull down his trousers whilst you had tightly gripped his staff and eagerly stroked his cock, both of your lips and separated from each other, both orbs concentrated by the speedy and abrupt hand motions you erotically displayed, his deep moans warm and lewd, forehead pressed against each other as he easily came to a release, his white load spilt against the cave of your hands which had caused you to confidently move your mouth against his once again.

You had quickly bit the bottom of his lips; bawdy and vulgar you had stared into his eyes. A lustful and foul-mouthed idea had sprung into your mind. You had trailed your wet kisses against the tip of his jaw to his ear, his heavy erotic breathing had inspired you to continue petting the tip of his cock with the pad of your thumb, “have you 69’d before?”

“Of course,” he comically breathed fore he aided you to take off the rest of your clothing ere the two of you ardently moved into position, the warmth and sultriness of your cunt stalked above his face, keen for your taste, he had forced your pussy against his face, the width of his tongue stroked the midst of your cunt while you had softly licked the top of his staff. Your jaw stretched to take the entirety of his cock; his large limb thawed in the warmth of her opening.

Your head movements slow but heavy, your pleasured moans fluttered against his limb, pushed him to buck his hips up to thrust the largeness of his cock down your throat as you rabidly rubbed your cunt against his face, your clit witlessly and slowly lapped by his tongue and sucked on, you had begun to bob your head faster, the both of your hands had hollowed his sac, fondled and kneaded them while you sucked on the head of his dick.

His tongue had slipped up, sternly licked against your upper dent whilst two of his fingers fucked your cunt, the tip of his tongue swirled against your anus, his arbitrary movement pulling you into a shocked trance, you moved your hips, in sync with the motion he brushed the lump of your pussy with, you had whimpered, your sucking sloppy and shiftless. The both of your hands had moved from his sac to the base of his cock, your saliva applied as lube, to aid you in the hand job you cordially offered the man, his hot seed, soaked in your mouth you intently swallowed, his orgasm extremely gratifying that it pained him to think that he would have to leave your mouth soon.

Dogged and adamant to keep it there, he resumed to move his hips against your face, choked you with his girthy cock as his tongue returned to your cunt, your swollen clit eager to be pleasured, you cried out in bliss, his fingers dug into your ass cheeks as a warning to keep your volume lower, you had pulled your hollowed lips away from his shaft and sat up on his frame, your body ached in warning of its release, desperate and intense, you fucked his face as if he were a hopeless hump doll.

Your motion determined and frantic, you breathed heavily, dire and fierce to cum, your mouth trembled as tears began to coat your eyes, “fuck, yeah,” you had whined severely, your cum coated his bearded face as he fucked you with his tongue, your eyes had rolled to the back of your head as he smacked the base of your ass with his harsh hand while he finished you off, you had dragged your body away from his frame and positioned yourself to look at him.

Joel had pulled your figure back to him, returned to the position you were both in the beginning, your legs had been wrapped around his waist and your arms had cloaked around his shoulders, his hairy chest pressed against your clothed breast he had currently accompanied you to take off, he then wrapped his large hands around your breast and massaged your nipples with his thumbs during the moment you had bolstered and sustained your lips with his.

With your bare skin, you had rubbed your privates against each other during the time Joel had sat up on his knees and moved to press down your bare back against the cold sand, the atmosphere quiet aside from the passionate and intense embrace the both of you drowned each other in.

Joel had moved his right hand down to his shaft, aided himself to position his cock against your cunt, wet kisses surrounded your face and your neck as he pushed himself in, he had loudly groaned against your neck, his face buried in the crook of your collar, his ass tight as he pushed the entirety of his cock deep inside you, his strong arms wrapped around your upper figure as he began to  rock his hips against yours, his solid movement creaking a struggled moan from you as you attempted to keep your voice down.

His build heavy but comforting, his lips moved to your ear as he whispered vulgar and lewd language into them, his hips began to pick up the pace, the curve of his cock continuously stroked the soft bump in your pussy, his sack slapping against your skin as your nails dug into his back, “Joel,” you had continuously moaned his name, your legs tight around his waist, secured his position as he continued to drill himself inside of you.

Your skin wet and glowed with sweat, you had closed your eyes, out of touch with your senses aside from the profligate and bawdy sex Joel had immersed you with, his curved cock ardent and avid to use your cunt as a fuck-toy, he animalistically thrusted his strong hips against yours, convulsed and jerked himself into pleasure and had used your body as a sex object. “Fuck,” he had grunted against your cheek, his seed had poured and lost itself inside you but determined and balky to stop, he had continued to flick and lurch his body inside you, your feet tight and your toes curled, you had cried out, the definite and distinct sexual feeling flopped plainly into your body.

He had hastily covered your mouth with his left hand, his strokes fast and rough as your excess had spattered and spat out from your cunt hole, you had whimpered at the loss of contact when he pulled himself out of your used body but out of amenity, he had kissed you again, the embrace sloppy and tired but quick.

Subsequently, they were silent, the noiseless atmosphere was comforting, while they had arrayed themselves in their attire, you had curved your body to face Joel who had tasked himself to button up his shirt. “Well, I can tell you didn’t lie about not fucking for a long time.”

“S’that supposed to be a compliment?” Joel tiredly smiled, he had intentionally left the two buttons opened, exposed the chest hairs that were fixed into his skin that you had found provocative.

You had beamed, content of his humour. “Of course, you fucked me hard,” you truthfully joked as you gently patted your hand against his chest, “you should set up your tent, you need to sleep for tomorrow.”

Joel had quietly beckoned his head, in accord of your words he had followed you to fetch another tent and had set it up close to Ellie’s before he had assigned himself to sleep.

“Uh, Joel?”

In response, Joel had clambered outside the tent he had slept in and searched for where Ellie’s voice arose from. “What is it, Ellie?” He had asked once he noticed she had stood further from where her tent was, Ellie had turned to look at Joel, her mouth slightly open, mixed up and stumped which had pushed Joel to speculate what was wrong.

“She’s gone.”

Joel hummed, bewildered before he began to search for you to make sure what Ellie had said was precise, nevertheless, the auburn-haired girl was correct, there was no averment left of you but the deposition of all the supplies they had needed for their trip you had left for them.

“She is gone, aint she…” Joel daintily echoed before he went to help Ellie collect the items you had provided for them.

Ellie softly snickered at her thought as they prepared themselves to leave the beach. “Maybe she’s in the ocean.”

Joel curved his head to face back at the wide atmosphere you had abandoned them both of them on, the idea silly but he did wonder that maybe the ocean was where you had disappeared to.

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A Slice of Orange

chp. 2

*FKA The Orange Slice*

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: The most dangerous man in town has been staring at you nonstop, but keeps his distance until the night he walks you home...

tags: smut, medium burn, sexy stuff starts in chp.3, age difference, M/F, a lot of goddamn eye contact that turns into porn, porn w plot, zaddy joel, hand/finger kink, praise kink, mild blood in later chps, TLOU pt.II, NO Y/N

notes: Set at the beginning of The Last of Us Part II when Joel and Ellie live in the Jackson, Wyoming community, a few years after TLOU part I. Deviates from canon apart from that. Characterizations based mostly on the first game.

AO3 link: 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45087460/chapters/113424397#workskin

CHAPTER TWO

Ever since you arrived in Jackson five months ago, music nights have been your favorite. Once a month, the town gathers in the meeting hall, the biggest building in town, to play music and drink and dance. It’s become the highlight of your time here, and if you’re being honest, maybe the highlight of your entire life since outbreak day. Which, it’s not like you remember much from that time prior. You were only four when it happened, but the memories of your family before are happy, albeit hazy and brief.

You smile as you walk in from the brisk cold of a March night, hanging your coat on the hooks lining the entrance, already full to the brim with jackets and scarves. The hall is lit as it usually is, with a spiderweb of hanging twinkly lights, making the room warm and golden. You hate to admit it but you search the room for him, quickly scanning the faces around you without trying to seem too obvious. But, to your extreme disappointment, you don’t see him. You kick yourself for the forming frown as you head towards the bar.

It’s ridiculous, you don’t even know him, but ever since your interaction with him a few days ago, your mind has been a non-stop storm of Joel. It’s laughable that you thought you used to think about him constantly because the last few days had bordered onto obsession. You woke up thinking about his eyes when he looked at you with that curiosity, that hunger. Walked to the stables with the image of his broad shoulders behind you, dwarfing your frame. Went to bed imagining his rough hands trailing over your soft skin, drawing lazy circles on your stomach, lower and lower, painting in your wetness, raising those dripping fingers to his open mouth… You stop yourself short when you almost slam into a woman standing before the bar, nearly making her spill her drink.

You apologize profusely and side step away.

Ok, let’s stop fantasizing and just have a nice time, shall we? It doesn’t matter if he’s not here, maybe you’ll never even see him again!

This thought makes the frown deepen on your face. You don’t want to admit just how much that possibility disappoints you.

While you wait for the bartender to pour you a glass you turn to survey the room. There aren’t many beautiful things in this world anymore, so whenever you see one, you make sure to note it. This hall is filled with amber light and laughter and touch and freedom. A band plays in the corner, guitars and fiddles and violins, cheery and upbeat. It’s truly dazzling. Your frown is slowly replaced by a genuine smile. And the longer you look at the people swaying and laughing, you can’t help it, you giggle. At the sight of the spirit of human resistance. That people will always make room for beauty even when survival isn’t guaranteed. You’re standing there, laughing like an idiot when your eyes sweep directly into Joel’s, who is already looking straight at you. You stop short, making an audible noise of surprise. He is sitting in the far-right corner partially obscured by a pillar, which is how you missed him on your first sweep, you realize. He sits with his brother Tommy, and Tommy’s wife Maria. The married couple talk animatedly while Joel sits to their left side, a beer in his hand, and his eyes on you.

His gaze is intense…so intense you aren’t sure if he’s mad at you. Which you truly can’t fathom why he would be. Is he mad that he gave you so many cards? Maybe he feels like he was forced into showing you kindness since you were on the brink of being thrown out and he took pity on you. And now he’s annoyed that he made less than he would have. Maybe he wants them back, you realize with horror. That would tricky; you already spent them on food and a new hat. His expression is stiff, a wild light dancing in his eyes as he just looks at you. Maybe he’s just uncomfortable that you are so obviously interested in him, and he wishes a girl like you would stop mooning over him in public. But you hadn’t even seen him in days! Maybe he was avoiding you, you think with despair.

All of this races through your mind while he spears you with his gaze. His face is still, but his stare is full of molten heat as he slowly takes his eyes off yours and rakes them over your body, down…up…and back to your frozen face.  You become extremely aware of the clothes on your skin, what is exposed and what isn’t. You think perhaps you are trembling and your heart thuds in your chest, the world starting to spin, and his eyes still continue their strange burning.

Finally, someone taps you on your shoulder and the curse is broken. You realize you haven’t been breathing and suck in a shaking breath as a young man comes into view, probably around your age, plain-faced and smiling. He points to your unattended beer at the bar.

“This is yours, ain’t it?”

You don’t know how long your drink was sitting there after it was called out, how long you stood there, consumed by Joel’s attention.

“Oh, yeah thanks. Forgot about that.” you mutter.

“I don’t think I could ever forget about a beer once I’ve laid eyes on it.” he says, looking to be expecting a laugh for that.

Fully ignoring him, you pick up your beer, realizing your hand is shaking as you bring it to your lips. You sneak a look back towards Joel and he is talking to Tommy, seeming perfectly calm, normal. There doesn’t seem to be any trace of the bizarre fervor from before, except for perhaps a lingering tightness to his jaw. You can’t be sure though and look away, down into your glass. Did you just make all of that up??? You feel like you’re slowly losing your mind.

“I’m Adam.” the boy says, sticking out a hand. You don’t look up.

“You don’t have a name?” he asks.

He’s fucking annoying, you think.

“Not interested.” you reply, dryly.

He barks a laugh and shrugs.

“Suit yourself, not interested. I don’t need to know your name, we don’t even have to talk. Just give me one dance.”

His hand is still extended and he pushes it closer, indicating he is wanting to pull you onto the floor. You don’t usually dance when you come to these things, you know some people in town, but not anyone you’d come to these nights with. Not anyone you’d dance with. There’s only one person you fantasized about pressing your body up against while swaying to music. But the thought of that is so ridiculous, stony Joel leading you on a dance floor, that you beat the image back every time it enters your head.

You’re ready to tell Adam you’d rather snort an ant pile then dance with him when your eyes flit back to Joel and you pause. His daughter Ellie and her friend that works at the daycare, you can’t remember her name, are standing by him now. The girls talk energetically and Joel looks up at them, smiling. He’s a different Joel now, his eyes are soft and warm, echoing the light in this room. Tommy chimes in now and Ellie responds by picking up a couple peanuts from the table and tossing them at him. Everyone at the table laughs, including Joel. It’s a laugh you can only see, not hear from where you stand, but it seems genuine and deep.

You’ve only ever seen Joel laugh like that, with abandon, one other time. It was when you originally arrived in Jackson and the first time you ever saw him. You were at the stables looking for work when he and Ellie arrived back from a patrol. They were putting their horses in their stalls, chatting, and they didn’t see you waiting by the back door. Ellie told him a joke, something you can’t remember now, and Joel threw his head back roaring with laughter, his whole frame shaking with it. She giggled, pleased with herself as he ruffled her hair and stared at her with the most love and adoration you had seen in years, maybe ever. The late afternoon sun pierced through the wooden barn roof like swords, and a shaft of light fell on Joel’s beaming face, his tan skin glowing, his eyes soft and shining. He was more than just handsome. He was wearing the proof of love and family and belonging all over his face. He was beautiful. You couldn’t help but stare. That’s when he looked up and noticed you.

You froze as his eyes, quick and perceptive and still warm from laughing, roved over you. They darted over your face before looking your entire body up and down. You don’t know what he beheld when he looked at you, only that his face held first surprise, then relief at not detecting a threat, and finally, a slow intensity that you had come to recognize from him. Something deepened in his regard and you didn’t move a muscle until Ellie noticed where Joel’s attention had gone. She turned towards you.

“Hey! You new? I don’t think I’ve seen you around.” she asked, smiling.

You turned to the girl before you, maybe in her late teens, a happy, pretty face.

“Y-yeah, got here just last week.”

The short conversation you had with his daughter had been the first time you socialized since arriving, and you were grateful for her kindness and openness. But for the entire quick introduction you got of them both, before she excused themselves to go home, Joel didn’t say a single word and his eyes didn’t leave your face. And you had no idea why.

You are brought back to the moment before you, to Joel and Ellie and their family. To the indisputable togetherness they exuded, and you suddenly feel so, sickeningly lonely. You are tired of being alone, of having no one to talk to, to laugh with, to touch. You want to belong and to feel someone want you. Hold you. You miss people.

All of this these thoughts pass through you in the span of only a couple seconds, and before you can think about it took long you are taking Adam’s hand and leading him to the middle of the floor. You don’t think about how he smells like sweat and beer, or how his hands go a little too low on your back, but mostly that someone is witnessing you right now. You are a part of someone else’s story in this moment. For the first time in a long time, you no longer feel like you are disappearing along with everything else in your life that has already evaporated. You spin in Adam’s arms for the rest of the song, the band’s music rising to a roaring crescendo. You don’t pay attention to anything besides how good the pressure of human hands feel on your body, even if they aren’t quite as big as the ones you’ve been fantasizing about. Around and around you twirl, the lights blurring, the other couples swinging near. You’re not focusing on anything until you spot Joel over Adam’s shoulder. He sits alone at the table now, and his face is completely unreadable. His eyes aren’t focused on yours, but rather Adam’s hands grabbing at your waist. You’re not sure what thoughts are behind that strange expression but you notice his hand is squeezing the arm of his chair so tightly that his knuckles are white. Before you can ponder this too long, Ellie and her friend dance past you, smiling at each other. They gaze at each other with shyness and excitement, and you wonder if perhaps they are more than only friends. The thought makes you smile. You are equally happy for their joy as you are jealous of it. You mean to turn back to Joel, to decipher his mood, when Adam suddenly yanks you towards the edge of the dance floor.

“Hey!” you half yell. You weren’t done having fun yet.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks you, smirking and stepping close. He slides a hand south on your side and squeezes at the flesh on your hip.

Fury flares as you are suddenly very uncomfortable with every place he put his hands on your body, feeling like they left a hot, oily mark on your skin.

“I am not your baby, Asshole.” you say, shoving away and trying to pull your hand back, but he has it grasped tightly.

“Come with me to my place, and we can keep the party going.”

“Get your grimy little hands off me, imbecile.” you respond and this time you yank your arm hard enough to free it.

Adams’ face shifts into something more sinister as he takes a step towards you. You are suddenly very aware of how few people you know in this dance hall, how no one might pay much attention if you were pulled out of here by this idiot. You start to retreat, the hairs on the back of your neck raising as Adam stalks another step. Tensing up, you suck in a breath, ready to yell or punch if need be. You don’t know how to fight but this guy seems drunk and isn’t that large, so you figure you have a pretty good shot of getting past him. But before you can do any of these things, Adam freezes his advance and his gaze slides up off your face onto something much taller, right behind you. You still as you feel the heat of a body standing very close, the lights above you slightly shadowed now.

“I’d suggest listening to a woman when she tells you no.” Joel says from behind you, his voice low and even. Something deadly is present behind his words.

Adam just raises his hands and puts on a sheepish, false grin, the serpent back behind the mask.

“Hey man, we were just having fun.”

“I’m gunna give you two seconds walk away before I bring you outside, Adam.” Joel says icily, somehow the quiet of it sounding so much more dangerous. He enunciates Adam’s name, a threat of knowing who he was.

Adam stiffens and doesn’t so much as throw you a glance as he whips around, disappearing into the crowd. Joel rounds your shoulder then, coming to face you. His eyes are hard, but there seems to be real concern there too.

You look up at the face of the man you’ve been thinking about nonstop, suddenly so close to you. Without warning, you feel a crack snap through the steady hold you’ve been keeping on your emotions for the past five months. It hits hard and deep and the sudden imbalance makes you start giggling; it bubbles forth without your consent. You feel delirious, the entire weight of everything falling on you at once. Your desperate loneliness. Your constant fear and hunger and stupid desires. The fact that you let loose for one moment and some clown tried to pull you out of here. Your anger masked the true, debilitating fear you felt about men. And your biggest nightmare almost just came true. And then your devastating obsession with someone you don’t even know. The fact that Joel, Joel, came to your rescue tonight. When a moment ago it seemed like he wanted to evaporate you with his gaze. Why did he help you just now? Why did he give you ration cards and then stare at you like he couldn’t stand you? And why did he share that stupid fucking orange with you just to take it all back!!??? It doesn’t make any sense. It doesn’t make any sense. You’re laughing for real now, unable to stop the mania that had begun.

“What’s so funny?" he asks warily, his expression creased with far more worry now. You probably seem like you’ve lost your mind.

You can’t figure out how to explain the weight of everything you feel, so you take a second to let the laugh die down and take a calming breath. You decide to settle on a small truth.

“I wish I could scare men off as easily as you do.”

Joel considers this for a moment, searching your face, seeming to try and pick what path to go down. After a beat he slides his hands in his pockets and gives you a smile.

“Oh, trust me, there are plenty of men here that are terrified of you.”

You’re not too sure what he means by that. You’ve never felt like anyone in town even noticed you much, save for the plenty arguments you found yourself in, especially when you first got here. But you didn’t want to fight, you were pretty tired of it, actually. So, you mainly tried to keep to yourself now. Emphasis on the word try. Except for Tate. That guy can go fuck himself. “I don’t think I scare the men I argue with very much.” you respond.

Joel furrows his brow at that, seemingly genuinely dismayed at your interpretation of his words.

“You must notice how they all look at you.” he finally says.

You weren’t expecting him to say that at all. You don’t think you ever particularly noticed anyone looking at you for very long, except for him. Joel searches your eyes and finally nods subtly to the bar. Following his line of sight, you see a gaunt man standing with a mostly empty glass. He is looking at you, which you figured might be due to your proximity to Joel, but the man isn’t looking at him, just you. He notices your attention and smiles, timid. You focus on his expression, and it reminds you of how you must look when you stand in front of the bakery’s window, unable to afford the golden pastries. How you maybe look when you see Joel. He seems actually…interested. In you. He even seems intimidated. You stand there, shock coloring your face no doubt. Joel chuckles slightly and turns his head now to also face him. When the man meets his gaze he quickly ducks his heads and turns back to the bar.

“Is that really the first time you’ve noticed that?” he asks.

“But… I’ve never had anyone…say anything...” you trail off.

“Might be due to the fact that you seem to bite any man’s head off who gets near you.” he responds teasingly.

“All men want is trouble.” you respond.

“You’re not wrong about that.” he says to you, smirking, a double meaning seeming to swim under those words.

Instead of focusing on that though, you instead swivel around the room and sure enough, you meet about three, now four, different men eyeing you up and down. Each one seems perhaps timid, mostly curious, the desire clearer to you now. Joel follows your sweep, looking at the men a second behind you and one by one they drop their gazes, shy intimidation replaced by genuine anxiety when he locks eyes with them.

“You’re scaring off my admirers.” you say, awe tinging your voice.

“I can leave you to ‘em if you want.” he says watching you.

You realize, to them, you appear spoken for. The fear is clear. You’ve seen it when Joel walked through town, or claimed a seat somewhere, or reached for something. A quality you’ve always been envious of. People moving out of his way, careful not to touch what he had his eye on. Real terror. Of what would happen if they got in the way of his intent. It’s a prehistoric way of thinking, that you could be owned like a gun, that you could be something that Joel had. This thought would normally bother you, but the concept of you belonging to Joel sends a ragged thrill to your core, sharp and electric. The crack in your veneer lets a little of that thrill out and you can’t stop what you say next.

"I prefer being claimed by you, I think." you say, staring up at him.

His gaze on you transforms into something dark and starving, something predatory. And as opposed to Adam’s snake-ish look, this one kindles a heat inside you, pooling low in your belly and wrapping down around your knees, threatening to knock your legs out from underneath you. You’re breathless and your skin feels feverish as he advances towards you slowly. So slowly, like he wasn’t even conscious of doing so. He takes steps towards you, until there are only a few inches between your bodies and you’re having to crane your head upwards to look at him. His face is so close and fully in focus for the first time. You can see a scar sloping off the bridge of his nose and you wonder how he got it, wishing you could trail your finger over the short dash. You can also, finally, see his eyes clearly. They’re not brown but…hazel. A mix of jade and warm brown, like staring up at the trees on a summer’s day. They gleam with such illumination, you take his face in now, and in the glow of the gold light he looks…resplendent.

Dear God, you want to touch him so badly; you feel like your skin will light on fire from the desire. You want to hold his face between your hands and stare into those hazel eyes, you want to crush your mouth against his and swallow his every breath. You want to feel his hands explore your skin, greedy. You want him to slam your body to his, you want to feel yourself melt into him until it would be impossible to ever be alone again. You want him, you want him, you want him. With the high of your desire mixed with that new crack in your chest, you feel yourself unravel more and more and you make a decision that has now become unavoidable.

You hope your face reflects your endless craving, so he understands, and you blink up at him, slowly biting your lip.

You can’t be sure over the din of the hall, but you swear you hear a low groan escape his throat.

The sound erases everything else in the room and you can’t help yourself as you reach for his broad chest, your fingers just brushing the tan fabric of his jacket when, quicker than you’d expect, his hand grabs yours, stilling it. The disappointment of not reaching his body is replaced by the sharp low thrum you feel from having his hands around yours. It’s so much larger than yours, the skin warm and calloused and rough. You feel fucking feral. Joel says your name softly and you snap up to meet his eyes, equally crazed to how you feel in this moment. He indicates to the other side of the room though and, with much effort, you tear your gaze away to look. Ellie stands with Maria and Tommy, the latter looking right back, inspecting your hand clutched in his. Tommy raises a brow at Joel questioningly, playfully. Joel drops your hand at this and it falls limply at your side, the absence of his grip suddenly icy and painful. Like hopping out of hot water into icy snow. It feels permanent.

Right. Get a hold of yourself. His family is right there. What were you going to do anyway? Jump his bones in public? In front of his daughter? Does he even think of you in that way?

Doubt fills you, making you feel sick. The noise of the hall is suddenly too loud, the people dancing too hot and close. You’re not sure what your face has twisted into but Joel reaches a hand up to your cheek, stopping before he makes contact. He shoots another glance to the side and Tommy is whispering something to Maria, a smile dancing on both their lips. Next to them, Ellie notices their pointed attention and turns to you both. Joel drops his hand, lightning fast again.

“Can I walk you home?” he asks, sounding almost desperate.

You’re not sure what anything means anymore, but you nod weakly.

[spacecowgirl237]

I think I love Joel more in Jackson. I made this because I love the banter between him and Ellie and all the environment in the place. The snow, the lights, horses, etc...

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[josephquinnswhore]

Girl Dad

Pairing: Ex Joel Miller x female reader.

Summary: Joel makes a series of mistakes that cause you to leave the QZ with Tommy, finding a community to settle down with. Joel reunites with you to find he had daughters he never knew about.

Word Count: 2.8k

Content Warning: pregnancy, failed abortion, birth, failed abortion, death of a twin, typical tlou violence.

18 years, you and Joel had been together, never married but you both decided early on; it was something that could wait until you were ready, you were convinced you really would last forever, regardless of marriage. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly where things went wrong, when Sarah died Joel didn’t shut you out, he leaned into you more, depended on you as if you were his lifeline. You felt the loss as hard as Joel did, you officially adopted Sarah the day she died, your heart felt so bitter to this day at the way she was taken from you, it would be your first loss as a mother, the first daughter you would lose. The loss had you both closer than you ever had been, a trio travelling across the country accompanied by Tommy, the three of you stuck together like superglue.

At the time, finding the Boston QZ felt like a blessing, paradise within the giant walls and safety of order and authority. It felt like things were almost normal, everyone worked and earned credits, currency used like money to buy everything you needed to survive. 

The closest instance you could pinpoint the beginning of Joel’s hostility was when you had worked 10 hours a day, teaching children basic education, because was still important, even at the end of the world. A sickness had been bothering you for days-okay, a week, you’d experienced nausea and stomach cramps, with no blood to indicate it was your period behind the symptoms. You used 4 credits on an out of date pregnancy strip that showed a positive result. Turns out even out of date pregnancy strips can detect pregnancy, you were hesitant to tell Joel, he was a fantastic dad to Sarah, but he wasn’t the same, he was a broken man and you didn’t know how he would react to you having a baby.

You decided impulsively to drop the bomb over dinner, a half warm-can of pasta, interrupting Joel in the process, “got some extra credits today for those pills-” “I’m pregnant.” Your brain was running a million miles a minute, eyes scanning Joels face for a reaction when he started to frown. oh no. The lines in his forehead deepening, probably causing more stress lines. “I’ll see if I can find some pills that will get rid of it next time me and Tess go out, it’ll be fine we just need to get rid of it. Darlin’?” Joels eyes are watching you as he leans forward in his seat, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, “Joel maybe we don’t need to get rid of the baby.” Joel scoffs and stands up, the chair squealing as it scoots across the floor, “this is no world for any goddamn baby to be raised in y/n. Don’t be stupid.” You bit your lip as you stood, stepping toward Joel your hands in defense, “this could be a good thing Joel, we could even name her Sar-” Joel snaps at you loudly, “don’t finish that sentence, you’re really pushing it.” His body stiffened at the thought of you naming that clump of cells after his deceased real daughter. 

“We’re not doing this, you’re getting rid of it and that final.” Joel tells you sternly, leaving the apartment, slamming the door on the way out. You slump back into the uncomfortable embrace of the steel chair, accepting that Joel wouldn’t accept this baby as his own, it was a hard thought to swallow. You lean forward to rest your head on the dining table, eyes fluttering as you fall asleep in a position that your back would complain about in the morning.

A clink noise woke you up in front of you, the sunshine filtering through the square window by the bed, you had slept through the night on the damn dining room table, your back aching and cracking as you sat up made you groan, eyes met with Joel, who had placed a half a glass of water in front of you and two small pills rolled onto the large side as he threw them in front of you, standing over you as you take them into your hands and rub your eyes. Your eyes can’t meet Joels as he watches you, you drink the water in the glass, relieving some dryness in your throat as you swallowed the pills. You slam the cup on the table standing to turn away from Joel, his hand grabbed your wrist, “open your mouth.” You turn to him with a frown, “are you fucking serious right now Joel?” He didn’t answer just starred at you blankly, you open your mouth and lift your tongue, “Happy asshole?” You spat and walked into the bathroom where you turned on the cold water and held your arms around yourself protectively, “sorry baby i’m so sorry. Mama wanted you so badly.” Joel stood on the other side of the door, forehead pressed against the chipping paint, his heart filled with regret, he just couldn’t do it again, he couldn’t lose Sarah all over again.

Months went by and Joel had never been so distant with you, you had taken a few weeks of grieving to yourself, then slowly started to come back to Joel, the hugs, kisses, but no sex. His rejection weighing deep on your heart and the insecurity eating you alive, he thought you were disgusting, why else wouldn’t he have sex with you? For weeks the question ate you alive. 

The question was answered a few nights later when Joel stumbled in, drunk at 3:30am, you kept your eyes closed as he fell onto the bed next to you, the smell of Lavender and whisky was a scent you would never forget, you started to put the pieces together.

The extra smuggle runs with Tess. Coming home late. Not being intimate with you. Joel wanting you to abort your baby, all because of Tess. Your heart broke, you sobbed silently next to Joel as you mourned 18 years of your love, the loss of your daughter, the man you were meant to spent forever with. You started to emotionally detach yourself, Joel didn’t notice how you pulled away, never noticed how you wouldn’t touch him, would scoot further away when he lie down in the bed, would skip meals with him.

Joel only noticed something was wrong with you when it was too late, weeks too late. Tommy was going on a run far North; he was determined to find humanity outside of the worsening violence that happened daily in the Boston QZ, he always spoke and hoped of a nicer place, somewhere more communal. You begged Tommy to tag along, you would make yourself useful, you wouldn’t be a liability; “please.” You beg Tommy, he sighs deeply, “what about Joel?” You shake your head, “he’s with Tess now.” All Tommy hears is a mumble from you, “oh sweetheart.” He pulled you in for a hug and checked your bag for supplies, making sure you have a suffienct amount of equiptment. 

“Hey! Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Joels booming voice watched you, stopping right in front of Tommy. “She wants to come Joel, that’s her choice.” Joel grabs your wrist, and you shake him off, “isn’t Tess expecting you?” Joels face drops and his eyes soften, “darlin’ no, no. Come inside we can talk about this, okay?” You shake your head, “sorry Joel, it was over the day you made me swallow those pills.” Tommy looks between the two of you, confused. “I regret it, everyday.” You offer him a small smile, not wanting your goodbye to be hostile, “me too Joel. Goodbye.” You leave Joel standing there, heartbroken and truly alone for the first time since Sarah had been born. The ache in his heart begged for you to mend it, for him to chase after you and beg, grovel if he needed to, but his legs were frozen in place and all he could do was watch you leave.

 “Mama, my arm.” You’re met with your daughter sobbing, tears stained her red chubby cheeks as saliva slobbered down her lips as she wailed, pointing to her arm. “Oh Elliarna, let mama kiss it better baby.” You soothed as you cuddled her, the small scrape was red and barely peeled back a layer of skin. “Which bandaid do you want baby, Princess or Horses?” The tears stop momentarily, “hmmm, horsies please mama, can we ride the horsies and go and see sissy Sar?” Tears gathered in your lashline as you applied the bandaid carefully, “sure baby, go and ask Tommy to help get your boots on.” Her footsteps thundered down the hall to meet Tommy, the sore on her arm completely forgotten about. 

She came back speed walking down the hall to you where you wait by the front door, pulling one of Tommy’s warmer jackets over your shoulders, covering the vunerable exposed bump of your pregnant stomach. “Tommy told me stop running in the house mama, so I did.” You smile at Tommy walking towards you, his shy smile making him look so handsome, “good listening Elliarna, let’s go and feed the horses.” She skipped ahead of you out the front door in joy, Tommy holding your hand in his, “she’s going to be a great sister.” You smile at Tommy in agreement, a protective hand over your bump, “I have no doubts Tommy, you’re going to be a great dad, you have been a great dad.” Redness spreads from Tommys cheeks to his ears, you had been together for three years, shortly before you gave birth you found yourselves romantically involved. Tommy was there when you found this community in Wyoming, when you had pregnancy complications and went into pre-mature labour at 36 weeks because you were having twins, Elliarna survived, the smaller baby didn’t. You never thought you would lose two daughters in a lifetime. You had suffered enough. Tommy shared the same anxiety as you carried his own child, 8 months into your pregnancy you were as far along as you were when you gave birth three years ago. Praying to whoever was listening this baby was born alive, healthy.

“Hey, it’ll be okay sweetheart.” Tommys fingers squeezed your own and offered a sweet smile. You bring his hand up to your lips and kiss lovingly, finding the same appraise in your eyes. “Mama, Tommy look, there is new people on the horsies.” 

You look up, a familiar face looking back at you and Tommy, a young girl clinging to him on the back of the horse they shared. Your mind had to be playing tricks on you, a delusion. Joel fucking Miller was jumping off the horse, you pickup Elliarna and rush to your house, tears gathering in your eyes, “what’s wrong mama are you hurt?” You sniffle and nod your head, “yeah baby mama’s hurt.” She rubs your pregnant stomach which makes you weep more, “is the baby ok?” You place your hand over her small one, “the baby is okay Elli.” Your daughter frowns, “then what’s wrong mama.” She reaches up to wipe your tears away and you chuckle, “let’s go outside and see sissy? Mama can explain it better okay?” 

She smiles at you and pulls on your hand leading you outside, “okay mama.” 

“Tommy.” Joel yells rushing to his younger brother, “Joel.” Tommy breathes, embracing each other, seeing each other for the first time in 3 years. “Was that..?” Tommy nods, “yeah, we made it here together.” Joel looks to Tommy, “and the kid?” Tommy huffs, a cloud exiting his lips, “your daughter, Joel.” Joel frowns and shakes his head, “no, that not possible, she took the-” Tommy placed his hand on Joels shoulder, “they didn’t work.” Joel’s breath stutters, choking back a sob, falling into Tommys arms. “There’s something you should see before you meet her, follow me.” Joel follows Tommy towards the house you retreated to, walking to the back of the house to a small garden shed, your body crouched down with you-his daughter. In front of you was a small wooden cross painted white, with black letters Melody Sarah Miller, small pink flowers painted around the name with a date. 07/15/2020. 

You put the small butterfly antique back with the other decorations that the town had donated for your daughter. You wipe your tears as you turn around with your daughter, Joel standing beside Tommy you immediately start shaking your head no, “sweetheart he deserves to know.” Your teary eyes met Tommy’s and your hand instinctively cradled your pump to protect it. Joel watches the interaction between the two of you, sweet, affirmative, loving, you’re pregnant. Joel’s heart sinks, regretting every choice he made to push you into his brother’s arms. 

You turn to Joel with sad eyes, he feels his demeanor crumbling at the sight of you, teary eyed and vunerable, your daughter shying away from him. “The pills didn’t terminate the pregnancy, I was pregnant with twins, I had alot of complications and went into early labour, Elliarna was the larger twin so she survived, Melody didn’t, I had to bury our daughter Joel and you weren’t here.” Your eyes began weeping as your body shook as you sobbed, reliving the feeling of despair, hopelessness and loss as you look at him. “I’m so sor-” You shake your head, “don’t you dare, don’t you fucking dare Joel.” Joel’s body slumps in defeat, you were right, he doesn’t get to cop out and apologise now once all the hardship had been done, alone. He didn’t feel the grief, the void and emptiness losing this baby condemned you with. “You’re right.” Joels admission confuses you, him owning his actions calmed you a fraction, enough for you to take a breath. “Come here Elliarna sweetie, meet your daddy, remember how mama and Tommy told stories of your daddy Joel?” Elliarna steps out front behind you and in front of Joel. Joel’s eyes water, she looked exactly like him, her deep brown eyes mirrored his, her dark brown hair was sat in messy waves, the curve in her nose was a definite trait she inherited from him, the freckles on her cheeks softened the chubby-ness of her face. “Hi daddy.” Joel drops to his knees and holds his daughter, the weight of not missing 3 years of his daughter life weighing heavily on him, “hi baby girl.” Joel sniffles into his daughter shoulder, finding solace in the way she looks so familiar to Sarah. He pulls back and studies her face, afraid she will disappear from his arms. 

“She looks like her.” Joel whimpers, looking up at you, the statement overwhelming you and your lip wobbled. “Yeah, she does.” Elliarna insepcts Joel’s face and giggles, scratching his patchy salt and pepper beard, “you must be old daddy, you are all grey.” Joel chuckles and his chest feels a load of weight lifted off him, “yeah baby, i am getting old, aren’t I?” Elliarna giggles, “how old?” You scold her gently, “that rude Elliarna.” Joel dismisses it, “I’m 56, and you, you’re 3, right?” Joel looks to you for conformation, standing up his knees crack as he lifts up his daughter in his arms, “yeah, she’s 3.” Joel looks between you and Tommy, not displaying any affection in front of him, “and you two are? You’re..” Joel trails off noticing your pregnant belly. “Uh, yeah. We’re 8 months along now.” Tommy replies, testing the water. Joel nods, accepting the fact that you looked happier with Tommy than you ever did with him. “Now,” you start, looking at Joel, “who’s the girl”? Joel walks with his daughter in his arms, you and Tommy following beside him hand in hand, back towards the young girl that was left behind with the horses, standing awkwardly. 

You rush to her and pull her into a bone crushing hug, your swollen bump pressing into her, she hugged you back, welcoming the affection. “Ellie, meet my daughter, Elliarna.” Ellie laughed, “no way, that’s so frigging cool,” she turns towards your daughter, “we have the same name! sort of.” Your daughter giggles at Ellie and you smile between the bond that Joel and Ellie have. “Didn’t know you were such a pimp Joel.” You all laughed; she was going to fit in well with you. “This is y/n, the woman that gave me this beautiful girl, and my brother, Tommy.” Ellie looked between the three of you and you laughed. “Welcome to the family Ellie.” Tommy gives you a sweet smile, “let’s go and have dinner, we can talk more over a hot meal and a warm house to sit in.” Everyone agrees, “thank you for givin’ me a chance, I know I ain’t deserve it.” Joel thanks you sincerely and you smile, “you’re a dad of four Joel, it’s who you were meant to be, who am I to keep you from that?” 

Tommy kisses you sweetly, admiring your strength and kindness, the love of his life, no one in the world would ever compare to you, silently thanking his older brother for his mistakes. Your family was almost complete, waiting on the arrival of your baby, with two watching over you.

[sen-mirjahaal]

Joel Miller listening to wicked games while having sex IS wicked. 😭🥵

[fanfreakinfiction]

Unpopular video game Joel Miller opinion:

Even though I stan the dirty talk Joel Miller - honest to god I swear Jackson Era Joel would be so soft and loving and almost even quiet during sexy time.

Like this man just wants to rut into someone with soft grunts and maybe some intense eye contact but I feel like he would be SO quiet, maybe some soft moans, and lots of caressing your face and body…

[myckicade]

I've been reading your Mayans imagines and I love them! Do you do tlou imagines? Joelxreader?

Well, first, thank you very much! I have more to add to that collection. It's just about finishing the danged things.

As for the Joel/Reader, I'm game to give it a whirl. Let me know what you are thinking, and I will put it together. :) .

[bert2011-blog]

A Helping Hand (Joel x Pregnant Reader) - Chapter 7 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1132629127-a-helping-hand-joel-x-pregnant-reader-chapter-7?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=EnglandRugby&wp_originator=3e%2FQMd7qBV6UL4xCQMcMhDgknvIfa%2BJ7348B7JHbRJ9Mg0sjLxhEqI6e5o4i4r%2FAbC%2BIAS4JaUQF2rvV8O4ZSVd3diuAqt%2Fb%2FHf4ShfhR1%2FATrSuuS5EAieh9%2B6watSM As a woman who is pregnant you are doing anything if it means survival. Even so you found yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, or was it the other way around? Now you are in the community of Jackson and you can't help but attract a certain pair of hazel eyes. Will be posted every Wednesday! I do Not own any of the characters in this story

[lionlena]

Unforgivable mistake (JoelMillerxreader) Part 11

Summary: Reader is much younger than Joel and is in love with  him. One night, after arguing with Tess and getting drunk, Joel spends  the night with a reader, but in the morning he breaks her heart…  She  runs away from Boston hoping that she will never meet this cold bastard  again in her life. But almost six years later, she unexpectedly sees  Joel in Jackson. She decides to hide herself and her little secret from  this asshole.

Warnings: age gap (reader is about 28 years, Joel 58),  strong language, swearing, past trauma, bullying, attempted rape, memories of sexual abuse, unprotect p in v,  dom!Joel, Joel is asshole, ANGST, hurt, sadness and heartbreaking, sexual harassment, women abuse, violence, injury, sickness, misunderstanding, breakdown

I'm sorry you had to wait for this new chapter for so long. I hope I will write 11 much faster ;) Sorry, I tried 🥺

Part 11

You woke up and felt the cold take over your body. You wrinkled your nose. You were sure Joel had stoked the furnace before you went to bed, but you were too sleepy to worry about that now. You wanted to spend a few more minutes to sleep, so you snuggled into Joel's warm body, hugging his back. You heard him purr softly in contentment. Then you pressed your icy nose into the back of his neck and heard a hiss.

"Brat…" he croaked sleepily and you giggled.

"It's cold," you replied innocently.

You were about to ask him if he had actually put more wood into the furnace when your son ran into your bedroom happily shouting:

"Snow! Snow! There's snow everywhere! Lots of…"

Then you understood everything, it snowed overnight, and winter in Jackson had begun in earnest. You sighed with dissatisfaction and closed your eyes, burying your face in Joel's warm back. For your son, snow meant fun, and for you, it meant more work. You knew you'd have to go to the stables earlier to make sure there wasn't too much snow on the roof and that the horses were well secured.

Teddy jumped on your bed and started laughing happily. Joel pulled him to his chest and ruffled his hair.

"You say it's snowing, bear cub… Will you turn into a polar bear now?"

The little boy squealed happily.

"Yes… Shall we build a snowman, Daddy?"

Even though you weren't happy with the snow and cold, you couldn't help but smile widely. Joel and Teddy's interaction was always so sweet and adorable. And you knew Joel's chest would swell every time he heard the word "daddy."

"Sure! We'll build ten snowmen! But first… We'll eat breakfast and put you into something warm clothes."

Teddy was so happy he didn't even protest.

"I'll wake up Ellie and tell her it's snowing!"

Before you could react, the boy had already run to his adoptive, older sister. Joel chuckled to himself. He was sure that the teenage girl wouldn't be happy with this wake-up call, but at the same time, she would succumb to Teddy's charm and agree to build a snowman with him.

You sighed and hugged Joel even tighter, sliding your hands under his shirt. You felt his body react to your touches and heard his muffled growl. He grabbed your hands gently and moaned:

"Don't tease… Please…"

You felt remorse. You knew that sometimes your touch was unbearable for him. It wasn't that he didn't like the closeness. You just didn't realize sometimes how arousing your innocent caresses were. And at the same time, they were torture because they never led to anything more.

You removed your hands and sighed softly.

"Sorry."

Joel immediately turned to you. He pulled you to his chest and kissed your forehead. You could feel his bulge in his pants and it made you feel even worse.

"I'm sorry…" You said again, almost crying this time.

Joel immediately started caressing your face.

"Hey, hey… We talked about it. Don't apologize. I'm a big boy and… I can handle it."

You sighed and nodded. You didn't want to know the details of how Joel dealt with it. Although you had some idea.

"It's just that sometimes… I wish it were different…" you said with obvious disappointment in your voice.

Joel looked at you gently and kissed your nose.

"But it is what it is, and I love you no matter what."

His words filled you with warmth and you couldn't help but smile a little. You wanted that moment to last forever. The two of you in a warm bed, in your own little bubble of comfort.

"Joel! Your son is hungry and it is your responsibility to feed him and me!"

You both laughed as you heard Ellie scream from the hall. Joel rolled his eyes and you sighed. The peace is over. You groaned and got out of the warm blanket.

"I have to go to the stables early."

Joel nodded and handed you your warm sweater while he started putting on his jeans.

"I'll take care of everything. I don't start patrol until the evening."

You felt a slight twinge in your heart. You didn't like it when Joel had evening patrols. This meant he would come back late at night and you would have to fall asleep without his warmth. This day couldn't get any worse… . After three hours of work at the stables, you decided to go home for lunch and check how your boys were doing. But the closer you got to home, the faster your heart started beating and your brain began to go crazy. Joel stood and watched Teddy play with Rose, and next to him stood Emily, Tess's doppelgänger. You felt how your body instantly heated up and felt dizzy. And Joel seemed so… Happy?

The closer you got, the slower you walked, as if your feet were sinking into the ground. Your son saw you first. He smiled widely and waved at you.

"Hello, Mommy!"

Joel and Emily immediately turned around and you forced a smile and waved back to your little boy. Your baby boy didn't deserve your sour face. However, you couldn't be so relaxed when you stood in front of THIS woman. You murmured a greeting and really tried your hardest not to explode. It was so baseless, but… Emily was taller than you, more graceful, and… That damn face of young Tess.

"Are you having fun?"

Joel raised his eyebrows as if he didn't fully understand your question, so you added:

"With kids…"

Emily didn't seem to sense your baseless hatred because she smiled broadly and said,

"Oh yes, the kids are so happy and Joel builds great snowmen."

You wanted to imitate her: Oh, Joel builds great snowmen… But you bit your tongue.

"He was a builder after all."

God, You felt like the situation was getting more and more awkward by the second. You couldn't have given a better answer. Joel decided to save you because he chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around you.

"Finally, my skills from my previous life are useful for something."

You felt a little better when Joel showed you affection in front of 'Tess', but her next words ruined everything.

"Do you work in the stable?"

"Huh?"

"You have straw on your clothes."

You felt your blood boil. You wanted to strangle her. Maybe her words weren't meant to be malicious.

"Yes…" You muttered, then quickly added. "I just came for a short break. I'll eat something and go back to the horses. Have fun."

You walked away from them and had a hard time keeping yourself from slamming the door.

"You have straw on your clothes…" You said mockingly as you entered the kitchen.

Who was she to tell you that? At least your dirty clothes were proof that you worked, and what was she doing besides praising Joel's snowman-building skills?

"Ugh!"

You threw your jacket on the chair and opened the fridge, even though you had actually lost your appetite. You were about to stand in front of the living room window to watch Joel and Emily when he came back. He immediately gave you a worried look. He took off his jacket, hung it on the door, and walked over to you.

"It's okay, you seem kind of… Annoyed."

You nodded quickly and tried to swallow the bitterness you felt in your throat.

"Where's Teddy?"

"He went with Rose for a while… I'll pick him up in half an hour."

You couldn't help but groan in frustration, and with Joel's questioning look you replied:

"I don't like her. I mean, Emily… Not, Rose."

Joel seemed surprised by your answer.

"Why?"

"She said my clothes were dirty."

He couldn't help but giggle softly, but seeing your glare, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Babe, I think you misunderstood her. Emily is new here and she's curious. She noticed the straw, so… She wanted to confirm her suspicions."

You huffed, still feeling frustrated. Joel began to rock your hips, something he had learned to do when you were pouting. And you had to admit it always worked. Then he kissed your forehead and said in a calm, tender voice:

"I think you're tired. What if we do this? After I pick up Teddy, I'll go with him to the stables and help you with your work…"

You leaned against his strong chest and inhaled his scent. His offer was so tempting. Not to mention you'd be keeping an eye on him then.

"But you have your own duties… And patrol…"

Joel smiled to himself. He knew he already had you.

"It's okay. I can handle everything."

Of course, you felt a little guilty, but the feeling of happiness and contentment prevailed. . But nothing changed the fact that you felt uneasy every time you saw Emily close to Joel. It was like an icy spike was sticking into your stomach. You were afraid. Sometimes you tried to think logically. Joel loved you and did a lot to be with you again. You wanted to believe that he wouldn't break your heart again. But sometimes your obsession won.

And it wasn't like you didn't have the basics. Teddy really liked Rose, so your neighbor had plenty of opportunities to smile at Joel. In addition, Emily and Joel became patrol partners. When you found out about it, you thought you were going crazy, and you even tried to convince Joel that it shouldn't be like this.

"I can go on patrols with you," you said one night as you were going to bed.

"What?" Joel gasped.

"I thought I could go on patrols with you… I've had less work with horses lately and…"

"NO!" Joel interrupted you harshly, and upon seeing your hurt expression, he immediately grabbed your hands. "Honey… What about Teddy? If we're both on patrol, he'll must be under someone's care… Besides… If something happened to you…"

You huffed and rolled your eyes.

"Something can happen to anyone. Emily also has a small child and she goes on patrol."

Joel sighed heavily.

"But Rose, she's not my baby… And although I wouldn't want Rose to lose her mother, my worry for Emily is incomparable to what I would feel if I had you next to me."

You felt like you had already lost. You were obsessed with 'Tess' and he had valid arguments, but you kept going anyway.

"It wouldn't be so bad… I can handle it… I've been coping on my own for so many years."

Joel looked at you with a small smile. He brushed the hair away from your forehead.

"Honey, don't be offended, but last week you were screaming because you found a dead rat in the basement."

You pouted and looked offended. It wasn't fair.

"It surprised me!"

Joel couldn't help but chuckle.

"A dead rat? How could it surprise you if it wasn't moving? Did it speak to you from the afterlife?"

You crossed your arms over your chest and stuck your tongue out at him.

"And yet it surprised me."

Joel shook his head, placed his hands on your hips, and started rocking them. God! You hated him for it. On top of that, his voice became so soft that it wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

"Will you tell me what's really going on? Because I can't believe you suddenly want to freeze your ass off on patrol."

He hit the spot. But you couldn't tell him the truth, certainly not the whole truth.

"I… I just wish I could spend more time with you."

Joel cooed and pulled you to his chest. Then he kissed your head.

"Hey, you know, I'll talk to Tommy. In the spring, I can help build and repair houses. Then I'd be closer and I'd always be home before sunset. What do you think?"

You couldn't deny that you felt a surge of peace. His words and gestures made your anxiety melt away for a moment. You smiled and nodded.

"Sounds good."

Joel hugged you even tighter as if to assure you of his love.

"Then hold on for two more months." . Hold on… Don't go crazy. It was easier said than done. You didn't know if you were oversensitive or if Joel and Emily had really gotten closer… Standing by the window in the living room suddenly became your new passion. Whenever Joel went out on patrol, or simply left the house, you immediately stood by the window and watched to see if he had met Emily. You watched closely how they greeted each other. How far apart were they? What Emily looked like. Is she more, or less like Tess, today?

It became your obsession. You didn't even try to get to know Emily better. You immediately attributed all of Tess's traits to her: conceited, mean, resentful of you, and possessive of Joel. You felt like you moved to Boston.

"Y/N."

You jumped when you heard Ellie's voice. You almost forgot that the teenage girl was still at home.

"Hmm?"

"You're standing at the window again… It's about Emily."

You sighed heavily and nodded. Then you looked at the couch where the teenager's sweatshirt lay, the sweatshirt you were supposed to fix. You gave Ellie an apologetic look.

"I know what you're going to say, that I'm obsessed… And I guess you're right. I'm about to take care of the hole in your sweatshirt."

Ellie bit her lip and looked at you with a look you knew well. Something was bothering her.

"It's not about the sweatshirt, is it?"

The girl shook her head.

"The thing is… I don't want to say something that might ruin everything ."

You walked closer to her and looked at her carefully.

"Ellie, you better tell me. If you think something is wrong, then… It's better to face the truth because it can only get worse."

The teen nodded and you were honestly expecting some sort of teenage problem, but her next words shook you.

"I thought you were obsessed with this Emily because she looks like Tess… But yesterday… Yesterday I saw Joel and her walk into the bar and I heard her say, 'I can't believe I agreed to this date, it's crazy'…" Seeing the look on your face, she quickly added. "But maybe… I guess it's nothing, you know… Y/N… I don't want you to fight with Joel, but… I thought I should tell you…"

You took a deep breath and nodded. You didn't want to fall apart right in front of her. You didn't want her to feel worse. You understood her. She was like a child who wanted to remain loyal to each of her parents, but at the same time had to choose a side.

"It's good that you told me… I'll talk to Joel… Take it easy. I'll find out what it was about…"

Ellie didn't seem entirely convinced, but she nodded and you smiled softly at her.

"Don't worry…"

"Can I do something?" she asked.

"If you could pick up Teddy from the common room and leave him with Claudia before going to Dina…"

Ellie nodded and you breathed a sigh of relief. You didn't want any of the children to witness your confrontation with Joel. . When you were left alone, you began to pace anxiously around the house. You knew there were about two hours, until Joel returned and that in those two hours you would go crazy with all your thoughts.

First, you tried to control yourself and rationalize everything. You had a plan that when Joel showed up, you would just ask him about the situation and that would be it. But with each passing minute, your anxiety began to deepen and all sorts of thoughts filled your head.

You even got to the point where you started blaming yourself. It was finally clear what Joel was missing. It wasn't a secret.

And the truth was, part of you wanted to have sex with Joel. You wanted to get him into bed. Explore his body, feel him inside you, but… You were afraid that sex would awaken the old animal in him. Sometimes You looked at him from the side. You saw how gentle he was with Teddy and Ellie. You felt how gentle he was with you. But what if it all disappeared the moment he saw you naked and defenseless? When he feels he has power again. What if he decides you're not good enough and abandons you in the morning like he used to? You knew it was impossible. He wouldn't do it for his son's sake. And yet these thoughts haunted you. It was easier with Steve. He was a blank page, and the first time you had sex with him, he gave you full power. He knelt in front of you and begged for permission to touch you. Steve just liked it, being obedient. He didn't even cum without your consent. You didn't know if it was just his fetish and he was like that with all women. Or was he just doing it for you? But it worked. Steve was the only man after Joel you had sex with. Of course, you tried dating others a few times, but it ended the moment they touched you. It just seemed like Steve was the exception.

And now you had Joel again, and Joel was a man and he had needs. Your mind started going crazy. Maybe he didn't even like Emily, but she was willing to give him what you couldn't? Maybe he made some sort of deal with her… Something like: friends with benefits. You even started to have absurd thoughts that maybe you should let Joel do this. Before you knew it, you were so absorbed in your own misery that you were curled up on your bed, crying. Suddenly you felt the bed sag under the weight and someone's large, warm hand landed on your side.

"Y/N… Baby, what's wrong?"

Joel's voice was clearly concerned, close to panic. You turned around abruptly and simply blurted out:

"It's about sex?! Right?! You don't feel anything for her, but you can fuck her!"

Your voice cracked and Joel looked like someone had thrown him into ice water. He wanted to shout: 'What the hell?!' But he knew better that he must stay completely calm. He had no idea what had happened to you, but you were clearly in a bad emotional state and having a breakdown. He took a deep breath and replied:

"Baby, I have no idea who you're talking about. Who would I be having sex with?"

"With Emily!" You growled.

Joel moved away from you as if you had hit him. Of course, you were in such a state that you considered his reaction as confirmation of your theory.

"So I'm right!"

Joel couldn't stand it anymore and his scream was like thunder.

"NO!"

You started to tremble and he felt remorse, but at least he had a moment to speak to you.

"No, honey…" His voice was calm again. "You're absolutely wrong. I don't know what happened or what made you think that, but I only love you."

Joel tried to pull you into a hug, but you pulled away from him and sobbed.

"So what… that you love me… But… But you can't have sex with me, so you found someone else to do it… It doesn't take love for that…"

Joel couldn't stand your tears and despite your protests, he pulled you closer to him and wiped away the tears with his thumbs.

"Y/N we talked about it and my mind hasn't changed… I understand you and I respect your decision. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life, even if it means no sex. And I will have sex either with you or with nobody."

His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back and you took a shaky breath. You were still in despair, but you wanted to believe his words.

"And Emily?"

Joel raised his eyebrows and looked surprised.

"What about her? I don't have any intimate relationship with her if that's what you're asking."

"But… Apparently, you went to a bar with her, and she… And she said something about going on a date…"

Joel chuckled softly and grunted.

"Okay. I won't ask who your spy was, but… Yes, it's true. I went to a bar with Emily and talked to her about a date… In fact, I even asked her out on a date, but not with me… with Claudia…"

"What?!"

These revelations were so shocking to you that you couldn't find the words.

"But… but… Claudia… Emily…"

Joel gave you a funny look.

"You don't mean to tell me you didn't know your best friend was a lesbian."

You rolled your eyes. Of course, you always knew that.

"I mean Emily… She has a baby and… She got along with you so well and…"

You felt completely lost. On one hand, a wave of relief washed over you that everything was just your imagination. On the other hand, you felt ashamed that you fell apart and let your emotions get the better of you.

But Joel, as usual, tried to be understanding. He smiled as he saw that the crisis was over. He kissed you on the cheek and replied:

"You know very well that a child doesn't always have to be the result of love… I don't know who Rose's father is and I don't want to push Emily… And yes, we get along, but I don't feel anything for her and when she told me that she likes Claudia, but she's very ashamed and afraid that nothing will come out of it, I wanted to help her."

Finally, all your anxiety left you. Joel simply had a good heart, even though he sometimes hid it behind grumpiness and whining.

"Sorry."

He shook his head and waved his hand.

"I'm glad we cleared it up. And tomorrow you'll be able to talk to Claudia about it, because today, after two weeks of my efforts, is their first date."

When you heard this, your eyes widened.

"Oops…"

"What?"

You immediately got out of bed and started dressing. Joel watched you in shock, wondering if he had done something wrong.

"I told Ellie to drop Teddy to Claudia."

Joel immediately jumped off the bed and grabbed your hand.

"Come on, before you ruin my entire elaborate plan!" He groaned miserably and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Aren't you getting into the role of Cupid too much?"

He made another grumpy noise and you smiled widely. This was your Joel. And only yours. .

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Part 10

Part 12

Ok, so I hope it's not that bad after not writing this story for so long. I know Emily turned out to be quite a twist plot. But I couldn't make Joel an asshole again.

Now an important announcement. So far this story has been devoid of any strong NSFW elements, apart from the beginning. So now I would like you to take the survey and decide. Should there be a description of the sex scene in the next chapter, or would you prefer it to be an addition to a chapter that you don't have to read?

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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.

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A Slice of Orange

chp. 1

*FKA The Orange Slice*

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: The most dangerous man in town has been staring at you nonstop, but keeps his distance until the night he walks you home...

tags: smut, medium burn, sexy stuff starts in chp.3, age difference, M/F, a lot of goddamn eye contact that turns into porn, porn w plot, zaddy joel, hand/finger kink, praise kink, mild blood in later chps, TLOU pt.II, NO Y/N

notes: Set at the beginning of The Last of Us Part II when Joel and Ellie live in the Jackson, Wyoming community, a few years after TLOU part I. Deviates from canon apart from that. Characterizations based mostly on the first game.

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45087460/chapters/113423947#workskin

CHAPTER ONE

This guy’s a real fucking asshole, isn’t he?

The thought forms while you take in Tate, the man who runs Jackson’s trading post. He stands there sneering, withered inside and out. He has always been a condescending short-changer and a grade A, absolute-mother-fucking, asshole.

“These boots are worth at least twenty, Tate.” you say with as much venom in your voice as you can muster.

The boots were old, but the leather was still good and you weren’t walking away without fifteen cards at least. Rent was due soon and you’ve been skipping meals more often than you’d like in order to make sure you had enough.

“I figured you were stupid sweetheart, but not that stupid. Those piece of shit boots are barely worth five.” he drawls, leaning over the counter towards you.

Five!? Five was barely anything, five was a handful of buttons at best. He smirked, clearly on an ego high. That smirk, the smirk of men who didn’t think you had a place to fight in this new hardened world, all too familiar, set you off. If you were smart, you’d keep your mouth shut and take what you could, but anger propels you to take a step towards him, to show him you’re not afraid.

“And I figured the most disgusting thing I had ever seen was a bloater with half its brains blown out till I saw you.”

Tate’s face grimaces and you prepare to have your boots thrown in your face when a short laugh comes from the entrance of the cramped shop. You both whip your heads, craning yours to look almost directly behind you. All the anger fades out of you as you see him. Large, broad shoulders, faded flannel shirt pushed up his forearms to show tan skin and corded muscles. You swallow dryly. 

Joel Miller. 

He’s leaning against the open doorjamb, arms folded over his chest. His face is hard, eyes cold as they always are, but there is a small smile on his lips. You didn’t hear him come in, silent, always so silent. It’s happened more times than you can count. You’d be getting a drink, or on a run to the general store, and the air would change. People would get quiet and careful all of a sudden, the only clue you ever got that he was around before you saw him. And then you’d spot him, sidling up at the bar, or filling a pack with supplies. His massive frame in his usual tan outdoorsmen jacket, his salt and pepper beard and thick waves of dark hair, his quick eyes looking at you. Why were they always looking at you? You wondered this constantly. Were you making it up? You didn’t think like you were, you could feel his eyes on you when you were in the same room, never for long, but always impossibly intense. You wondered if you bothered him. If the flame in his regard was because he disliked you, like a lot of men in this town did. You were used to that; you were a loudmouth, known for telling off anyone who got in your way, and here that happened quite a bit. When you’re a girl and you don’t know how to fight, you learn to scare people off with your words. And it usually works, until it doesn’t. Like with Tate. Which brings you back to the moment you’re in.  

You have the satisfaction of seeing Tate stiffen with fear, his face blanching as Joel eases himself off the doorframe and slowly approaches you both. He stops when he reaches your left shoulder, your arms almost brushing as he places three plump, dead pheasants on the counter. Your body has two very strong reactions to this. Firstly, electricity zings on your skin at the lost touch. Secondly, your stomach growls at the sight of the birds and how long they’d keep you fed. You hope he can’t hear the latter.

“I’ll take fifty for these, and twenty-five for the boots.”

Your eyes widen. So do Tate’s.

“Oh, you can’t be serious, Joe-“

Joel cuts Tate a look that stops him dead in his tracks. He stares back at Joel, trying to muster half the intimidation the man besides you holds and fails miserably. He takes too long to move though, so Joel takes one step forward and Tate backs away.

“Fine.” is all Tate says as he grabs the dead birds and your boots and walks to the back of the store.

You’re only aware that you’re gaping at Joel when he slowly steps back and turns to take you in. You snap your mouth shut, realizing it’s been hanging open like a beached fish.

You don’t know what to say so you just stare back at him. Several moments pass.

“You run your mouth to everyone in this town yet got nothing to say to me?” he finally speaks.

If anyone else had said that to you, you would have flipped them off. But Joel’s eyes are different now, not warm, but not ice cold like before either. They seem curious, and that amused smile is tugging at the edge of his mouth again.

“Th-Thank you.” You clear your throat trying to cover the embarrassing stutter that escapes your slightly trembling lips. “But you didn’t have to do that. I can do just fine on my own.”

“I’m sure you can.” is all he replies, eye boring into yours.

You’re pinned there, under his gaze. This is the closest you’ve ever been to him, the most you’ve ever heard him speak. You always wondered what color his eyes were, they looked brown from afar. But there were several times, caught in a slice of sunlight, that something lighter seemed to gleam. Looking at him now, you can make out the shape of them better, surprisingly sweet for such a hardened face. The color remains muddled though, his face backlit and mostly in shadow as you look up at him, a full head taller than you. You haven’t wanted to admit to yourself just how much of a giant crush you have on this handsome man double your age, but standing before him like this, it feels undeniable. You think about him a lot. When you go into town and he’s there, when you go into town and he’s not. When you let yourself write about him in your tattered journal. When you go to sleep, mostly, and whenever you dip your hands below your waistband in your small bed. That, you’ve done an embarrassing amount. You have the same fantasy on loop, of his fingers and what they’d feel like if they worked between your thighs… You don’t want to be thinking of all of this while you stand before him, but you can’t help it and you’re left feeling like he can read it in your thoughts. Like all your hopeless, stupid yearnings are written all over your face and he’s going to see them and laugh out loud. Your cheeks start to burn hot and red and the curiosity in his eyes grows sharper, almost…hungry.

You’re holding your body so rigidly you feel as if you might snap when Tate, thankfully, returns. You are released from Joel’s gaze as he accepts the wad of ration cards that Jackson uses as currency. He turns to leave and gestures at you to follow. You’re surprised at this but you oblige, pausing only briefly to stick out your tongue at Tate. He flips you off as you hasten after Joel into the dim twilight.

The dusty road has a good amount of people on it, and you’re very aware of the fact that you’re now walking alongside the Joel Miller. A few eyes look you up and down as you both pass, no doubt wondering what the likes of you is doing with the scariest man in town.

You follow him wordlessly, not paying any attention to where he is leading you, or why, taking in the wooden buildings around you instead, most streets lined with string bulbs, illuminating the dusk. However, there aren’t as many lights on this side of town, closer to the outskirts, and the indigo outline of snowcapped mountains looms in the distance. Suddenly, Joel pulls something from a side pocket of his pack. In his large hand, he begins peeling a lopsided orange. You can’t help but eye how long his fingers are, working the rind off the fruit. And instead of throwing the peels on the dirt road, like most would, he places each piece into his pocket. You notice this, how gently he handles the fruit, how careful he is not to drop a single scrap of skin. Unusual. His meticulous fingers bring you back to your recurring fantasy. You’re snapped out of it when he then breaks the orange into parts and extends one half out to you. You look at him surprised. He looks back, nonchalant. 

Why is Joel Miller offering you half an orange?

Despite your confusion, you can’t help but want it. Fruit isn’t plenty here in the mountains, and oranges have always been your favorite. So, you reach out and take the half from him. Your fingers brush as you grab it, and you feel like you’ve been electrocuted. He pulls back quickly and looks ahead as he pops a slice into his mouth. Slowly, you do the same, trying to hide the tremble in your hand. It’s pretty fucking good. As far as oranges go, this one’s especially sweet. You can’t help the slight smile that pulls on the edge of your lips, but you drop it before he can notice.

You both walk in the growing dark, eating orange slices, when you realize if you are ever going to speak to this man again this might be your only chance.

“It must be nice to have everyone here afraid shitless of you, to know you can make any trade you want” you say truthfully as you pull a fiber of white off your last slice, and carefully pocket it.

He doesn’t answer you.

For some reason this bothers you, mostly because you don’t want him to think that you’re like everyone else, terrified of him. Because you’ve seen him be gentle, mostly when he was with his daughter Ellie, but also moments like now. The perfectly peeled orange half was proof of that. You knew there was something tender in him, deep down. You speak before you think.

“Well, they might be afraid of you…but I’m n-not.”

It comes out sounding like a lie, because it sort of is. You are terrified of him, but for very different reasons from everyone else. Joel stops now and turns to look at you, arching a dark brow.

“Is that so?”

You don’t know how to say anything that could even remotely intimidate this man, so you just set your jaw and stare back with as much bite as you dare to give someone with a hunting rifle slung over their back.

He smirks at this, eyes dancing, and pulls out a wad of card rations, handing it to you.

“Your cut.”

You completely forgot about those, you realize, having followed him just because he asked you to. Your face burns again with the embarrassment of this, following a grown man you hardly knew down winding, dim streets to who knows where. You can’t believe how stupid you feel around him. You look away so he can’t see you blush twice in one day and in doing so you realize where you both stand. To your right is Mabel’s shop, a kind woman who accepts minimal pay for clothing repair. And above that is a series of tiny rooms in a hallway, rooms she rents out to people without much money or family. The one directly on top of the shop front, facing the street with one small square window, is yours. It takes you a second to register that he has brought you home. That he knows where you live. Your thoughts stop and then sputter into chaos.

How does he know where you live??

You open your mouth to question him when, he pops his last slice into his smirking mouth and saunters off without a word of goodbye, his long legs moving swiftly.

How does he know where you live!!!!!!!!!!??????

You try to figure out whether you should be freaked out or impressed by his knowledge when you look down at your rations, expecting to see twenty-five but counting too high. Your brows furrow and you count again, getting the same number. You look up, taken fully aback at his retreating figure, heading towards the residential part of the city.

You’re not sure what it means, and you’re not sure why, but for some reason that you know isn’t a mistake, Joel Miller gave you fifty cards.

[spacecowgirl237]

JOEL MILLER.

[skateboreds]

A Slice of Orange

chp. 3

*FKA The Orange Slice*

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: The most dangerous man in town has been staring at you nonstop, but keeps his distance until the night he walks you home...

tags: smut, medium burn, sexy stuff starts in chp.3, age difference, M/F, a lot of goddamn eye contact that turns into porn, porn w plot, zaddy joel, hand/finger kink, praise kink, mild blood in later chps, TLOU pt.II, NO Y/N

notes: Set at the beginning of The Last of Us Part II when Joel and Ellie live in the Jackson, Wyoming community, a few years after TLOU part I. Deviates from canon apart from that. Characterizations based mostly on the first game.

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45087460/chapters/113424721#workskin

CHAPTER THREE

Joel leads you from the hall, and you feel the looks from his family following you both to the entry way. 

Are you embarrassing him? A girl half his age coming onto him in front of everyone? Is he walking you home to get it all to stop? So no one thinks he would actually be interested? To let you down easy without a crowd watching?

You feel empty and shaky and grab your coat, fumbling to slide it on. Joel holds the door open and the sudden chill of the night smacks you as you step out onto the road with him. The moon hangs low and oblong in the sky and a soft snow is beginning to fall. The streets are dark now, most of the lights off.

The quiet and cool night helps to clear your head and you hug your arms to yourself as you suck in several breaths, the air sharp and clean.

It doesn’t matter. So, he doesn’t feel the same way. You’ll survive this like you survive everything else. Let him walk you home, let him tell you he isn’t interested. It doesn’t matter. Just enjoy the walk with him before he goes.

You turn to him and see him watching you, waiting for your cue. He seems like he wants to ask you if you’re okay but can’t find the words. The idea of him pitying you makes you want to rip your skin off. You need to get him to stop looking at you like you’re wounded.

“Lead the way” you say, diffusing the moment, “You know where I live, after all.”

To that Joel smiles, slightly abashed, but turns right, heading into the velvety night. You sigh in relief at join in step besides him, walking in silence for a while. The streets wind before you as you flick your eyes to Joel, as subtly as you can. Snow has started to collect on his salt and pepper hair, a few on his eyelashes, framing those unnervingly sweet-shaped eyes. Stoically, he surveys the surroundings, his massive frame graceful as he strides forwards, confidence so clear in how he holds his shoulders. You feel yourself shift to mirror the way he walks, to try and emulate that same presence.

He hasn’t moved his eyes away from the path before you, but you see a smile tug at his lips in response.

You snap your head forward, embarrassed. Wanting to divert the focus away from your heating face you decide to bring up something that might embarrass him for a change.

“Can I ask you something?” you say boldly.

He stays silent as you both near the mouth of an alleyway leading to your side of town, a shortcut, but he finally turns his head towards you, indicating his attention.

“How…do you know where I live?”

He coughs and then laughs awkwardly at this, the hint of bashfulness returning.

“I suppose I should have expected that.”

“Are you stalking me?” you ask teasingly, expecting a quick response. 

A moment passes but Joel is silent. You inspect his face, wary and unsure.

Holy shit.

“Are you??” you ask, halting your walk, stopping just as you both enter the alley.

“No! I-I’m not. I just…have seen you go there before. And I figured, that…” Joel says stopping too.

“You’ve seen me go there.” you say, repeating the information.

“I’m not-I haven’t. I just…” he trails off.

This is the first time you’ve ever heard Joel stutter, stumble over his words. The first time he’s ever seemed uncomfortable in his skin. He puts his hands in his pockets and shifts his weight. His sudden lack in confidence seems to embolden yours.

“You’ve been watching me.” you speak, not a question.

He observes you, flicking his eyes between yours, fast and searching before he utters a single word.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

A long pause.

“I wanted to make sure nothing happened to you.”

“Why?”

Joel just stares at you.

Bits of the night come back to you now. The way Joel pointed out the men looking at you. Their obvious interest that you previously have been blind to. The only person whose attention you had noticed had been Joel’s. For months he had been giving you attention, just like they had tonight. Because they wanted you, your body. Because…he might want that too. 

You’re seeing half a perfectly peeled orange held out to you, when the ground swings up at you at an odd angle, the alleyway suddenly becoming horizontal.

“Shit.”

It sounds far away as the snowy road comes dangerously close to smashing into your face but arms, lightning fast, catch your frame and haul you upright. They stay wrapped around your back as everything levels out.

“Are you ok!?” An edge of hysteria lines Joel’s voice.

Does…does he…?!

You look up at Joel and his face is so close now you can smell him. It’s warm and woodsy, leather and citrus and amber. The smell fills your head and you struggle to stay afloat in the sea of him, your desire pulling at your ankles, wanting to drown you in it. His arms are so secure around you, the muscles hard and steady. You are again unable to avoid staring at the beauty before you. His scarred nose is strong and straight, though it looks like it may have been broken in the past, his bearded jaw sharp and sturdy. His face holds the edge of someone dangerous, capable of death and destruction, but in this light, the person he perhaps used to be seems to shine though. An eager and more exposed person. His hair has fallen in front of his face slightly and he looks younger, the light in his jade and chocolate eyes burning with concern and something else, something primal now as he takes you in.

The moon sheds a soft opalescent light on his features, and combined with the fat flurries sashaying around you, you feel as if you’ve entered a dream. You can’t hold it back any longer.

“Please.” You all but whisper it. Hoping, begging.

Joel’s face is aflame with conflict. You see burning, wild desire there, raging through the forest of his thoughts, consuming every tree. But he also seems incredibly unsure. Of what, you don’t know. All you can do is ask, so again, you do.

“Please.”

This time the word is a prayer, a plea, offered up with abandon. A promise on your knees, a request for salvation. You don’t care how vulnerable you sound.

“Fuck.” Joel whispers it roughly, desperately, and then crushes his mouth to yours.

The wildfire from his gaze catches on every kindling of painful yearning that you have collected over the years, a piled-up mountain of desire, and you burn with it. You burn and burn. His mouth is rough and needy against yours and you open, letting him in. His tongue presses against the inside of your teeth, exploring and claiming every centimeter of you. You snake your arms around his neck as your skin blazes white hot, tangling your hands in his hair, gripping so tightly it probably hurts but all he does is groan with pleasure into your open mouth.

Suddenly, he pushes you up against the brick wall of the alley. His hands leave your back to grab your fists tangled in his hair. He collects both in his left and pins them against the cold wall above you without breaking the kiss. His right grabs your jaw, firm but not painful, his hand so large his thumb and pointer span from earlobe to earlobe. You stand there, fully at his mercy, needing more of him. You curse your clothes, wishing you could feel his skin against yours, his heat surrounding you, his width inside you.

A whine of need slips out of your throat and he groans again, his grip on your jaw tightening for a second before he lets go, breaking the kiss to look at your chest. He trails his hand downwards until it rests flat against your heart.

Low in your belly, a heat tangles through you, snaking around your insides, sinking its teeth into your trembling thighs.

You arch your back, trying to move your heaving breast into his palm but Joel presses your chest back into the wall, pinning you there until you stop wiggling. He levels your gaze with his, his eyes vast pools of inky black in the shadows.

“Don’t rush me.” he commands, his voice dragging on the ground.

You feel fucking psychotic, like if he doesn’t put his skin on yours soon you might actually pass out. But you wait, your arms still pinned above you, as he slowly, maddeningly, unzips your jacket and pushes it open to reveal your button-down shirt. He undoes one button, then two more, and finally flings your shirt open. Your bra is thin and the icy night swirls against it, your nipple hard and poking through the fabric. Joel hooks a finger on the edge of the cotton and slowly slides it down to the edge of your peaked nipple. He eyes your chest, a wolf to a rabbit, starved and lethal. With a quick motion, he yanks the fabric and your breast springs free, your nipple so hard it’s almost painful. He moans in approval and palms your breast, squeezing it hard, moving his fingers until he grabs your nipple between his pointer and thumb and gently rolls it. You release a noise halfway between a sob and a squeak.

The heat deep inside you is infernal now as the place between your legs throbs with aching need. You buck your hips forward, hoping to gain some friction against him, to relieve some of that pressure pounding within.

He senses this and uses his boot to kick your feet wider apart and then presses his thigh between yours, pushing against you. You curse your clothes again.

“Is this what you want pretty girl?” Joel asks, his voice gravelly and low, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear now. He gently flicks your nipple.

You’re whimpering, the noises coming from you less than decent. You grind down onto his thigh, moving on it, wishing he could feel how wet you were, wishing he would slide his fingers inside of you. The thought of that, of what you’ve been imagining for months, drives you mad. His large, capable fingers pumping in and out of you; it feels so close to being real it’s agonizing. You pick up the pace of your grinding, straining your caught wrists against his vice grip above your head.

“Tell me what it is you want, pretty girl. Use that soft pretty mouth to tell me what it is you need.” he says, and leaves your breast to grab the flesh of your hip, moving your body against him harder.

You gasp, no words coming.

“Do you want to feel me against you…inside you? Use your words, I want to hear you say it.”

For such a silent man he sure talks a lot when he’s turned on.

“P-please I-I-”

“You what?”

“I want…I need-”

“What do you need, pretty girl? Hmm? So pretty, she’s so pretty.” he coos.

The words were almost too much to absorb right now, your insides coiling so tightly at all the stimulation.

“I want to feel you-your fingers, i-inside me, p-please. Please.” you choke out, ragged and breathless.

That’s all Joel needs to hear as his right hand quickly unbuttons your jeans in one motion, shoving it under the waist band of your underwear. His fingers just barely graze the edge of your pussy, soaking wet now, when the sudden noise of incoming conversation cuts through.

Joel freezes at the edge of the center of you and you think you might shriek in desperate, crazed need. Your thoughts too scattered to catch up to the significance of the talking growing near.

He quickly pulls his hand out of your pants, releasing your arms, and swings around until his back faces the street and he completely covers you from view.

You are still trying to catch up fully to what is going on, wanting to clutch and claw at him to come back to you when a group of maybe five people walk right by the mouth of the alley. They pass by, laughing and singing, obviously drunk. You peek from behind Joel and see the group stumble by happily. A few of them throw glances to you both in the alley, but from the street it must just look like a man leaning against the wall, perhaps in conversation with someone else. It’s nothing too note-worthy for the intoxicated strangers, and they continue on their way.

Your heart is still beating wildly, the ghost sensation burning where his fingers were, what they were about to do.

The noise from the passerbys fades into the distance and Joel steps away from you, pushing his hair back, breathing unsteadily. He turns to you, his face etched in concern, eyes wild, but he only finds you with your hands on your knees, shaking in laughter.

“You’re laughing?” he asks, incredulous.

“I mean, it’s kind of funny.” you respond, still giggling, fixing your shirt.

Seemingly despite himself, he lets out a single chuckle, but puts his face back in his right hand.

“Jesus Christ.” he mutters to himself.

You want to push off the wall and walk towards him, to erase the distance between you two again. But your legs shake slightly and you’re not sure you can make the distance without tumbling to the ground.

“Come here.” you urge him, extending an arm out.

He looks at you for a moment, something flitting in his eyes, too fast to catch, and walks back to you. You reach up for his face, leaning in again but he grabs your hand, keeping it captive an inch away from his cheek. You search his face and only find a carefully crafted wall.

“You don’t like being snuck up on, do you?” you asked him.

A pause.

“Let me walk you home.” is his only response.

You open your mouth to object; that is the furthest thing that you want right now, but there is a warning in his eyes, not to push him. You can’t help the disappointment that blooms within you. Like ink in water, it spreads out, consuming. You’re sure it’s obvious on your face because Joel turns his head to lightly press his lips to the tips of your fingers.

“You’re freezing.” he says.

You haven’t noticed, feeling like you were on fire this entire time. But as that fades, the chill of the night seeps back in and you realize you’re shivering.

“That jacket ain’t much.” he nods to your thin coat, made for weather probably 15 degrees warmer than this.

“I’m saving up for a new one.” you say, feeling the need to defend yourself.

“Here.” Joel says shrugging off his thick, tan jacket. He holds it out to you.

“Won’t you be cold?” you ask, concerned.

“I’ll be fine.” he says and winks.

You reach for the jacket and slip it on. It’s warm from his body heat, and it smells like him, concentrated and delicious. You can’t help yourself, you turn towards the shoulder and inhale deeply, the scent almost dizzying.

He smiles at this, but his eyes seem almost…sad.

You want so badly to ask him what he’s thinking, what barriers lie in that head of his. You want to know what this meant to him. Was he actually interested in you or was it a crazy, spontaneous event he didn’t wish to repeat? Was he just taken by surprise by those strangers or was he embarrassed at potentially being caught with you.

You have no language to communicate with him about those sorts of things though. Instead, you merely follow him as he leads you through the alleyway towards your apartment.

**********

Later, in your bed, you wonder about your goodbyes. You think about how much you wanted to kiss him, but his guarded eyes kept you where you stood. How you reluctantly slipped off his jacket to hand back to him and how a flurry of emotions passed over his face before he slowly accepted it. How you both stared at each other, how you wanted to say so much, ask so much. How his face showed a million things then that you could not decipher, like looking at an unreadable text, the information falling on blind eyes. You wished you could touch him just one more time, in case it was the last, but he simply nodded his head once and loped off into the dark. How you got home and opened your journal to sketches of oranges and vehemently wrote down everything you could remember about his face up close, lest you ever forgot. As if you ever could. How you lay in your bed, still smelling him on your skin, still could feel the pressure of his lips on yours, and you concentrated on those things as your fingers moved under your waistband. Their shape all wrong compared to his, but finding your release nonetheless, replaying the feeling of him all over you. And you wonder and you wonder and you wonder as you turn and stare out your small square window at the moon hanging low in the night sky, a crescent shy of being full.

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NAVAGATION:

SERIES:

THE YEARLY VACATION

CALIFORNIA SUMMER

ONE SHOTS:

MISTER SCARY KILLER

A FRIENDLY HALLOWEEN PARTY

GUARD MY BODY

A DOLLHOUSE CHRISTMAS

HOME ALONE

DONT BLAME ME

SHE CALLS ME DADDY

SOUTHSIDE GIRL

CAMGIRL PRINCESS

MINI SERIES: (SPECIALS)

SHE!- (COMING SOON!)

SERIES:

“STAY BEING MY COWBOY” -(COMING SOON)

ONE SHOTS:

THE BOOGEYMAN

SECERT ADMIRER

SWEET LIKE CHERRY COLA

MINI SERIES: (SPECIALS)

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DAY TWO

DAY THREE

DAY FOUR

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Joel Miller agreed to take you with him and Ellie, you just have to follow his rules...