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sweetenerobert · 9 months ago

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1.3k | joel miller x plus size gender neutral reader

summary: you haven’t gone out on a date ever since you broke up with your toxic ex boyfriend — a year ago, a new opportunity rises when you meet joel miller.

warnings: toxic relationship (guiltrip, body shaming, gaslighting), self-conscious reader, awkward!joel, mention of an age gap (it's your choice, but reader is of age) teeth rotting fluff, first date in a cafe

a/n: doing this for @beskarandblasters for their Taylor Swift Drabble Challenge ;), i’m happy to participate!, if you would like to participate, read this post

a/n 2: as a plus size author myself, i wanted to try something different (keep out for more plus size reader in the mere future, but i still write male reader with no descriptions to let your imaginations go wild <333.

I loved how CUUUUUTE this idea is, i might write a longer version of this ;p also reminder, i went overboard with the word count :0

dividers by @saradika-graphics

“You’re seriously gonna wear that?” Trevor said.

Glancing down at your stomach and then back at your boyfriend, you were confused about what Trevor meant. “What do you mean?” Shrugging your shoulders.

“That,” Trevor pointed at you, and you were still baffled at what he was pointing at. “Your hoodie.”

Your eyes trailing back down to your comfort hoodie. You’ve had it ever since the start of your senior year of high school into now being a twenty-one-year-old college student. It had some tiny holes, but you didn't care; you loved the material, the color, and how it made you feel comfortable.

“Well, yeah.” You shrugged.

Trevor sat up from lying on his bed and walked towards you, a look of disgust on his face. But you couldn’t tell what that look on his face was. He was always good at hiding it.

“Babe, you know I love that hoodie,” Trevor started blatantly lying to your face. “But I want you to make a good impression on my friends, so do you think you could wear something different?”

That indescribable feeling in your stomach rose to your throat, feeling as if someone were choking you. The stale taste of bile stayed in your throat as your stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. You disregarded it to be nerves about meeting Trevor’s friends.

In the back of your brain, you knew that meeting them would’ve been a piece of cake if the front of your brain made you constantly nervous. Trevor knew they liked you, but he made you think they didn't. To make you feel small.

“But I have nothing else to wear that makes me comfortable.”

Trevor holds both his pointer fingers to signal you to wait with a smirk on his face, walking towards his closet quickly. Pulling out a trendy denim jacket he owned, you liked it, but it wasn't your style — or size.

“This,” Trevor smiled.

“But, it doesn't fit. I can barely get one button to close, and it's going to be cold tonight,” You complained.

Trevor groaned where chills ran down your spine; it made you not want to say another word. “C’mon baby, we don't want to be late, just put on the fucking jacket so we can hurry up.”

The attitude sent your way wasn't new, but you always felt like it was your fault, and this felt like your fault. He was trying to make you feel good; who’s to say he’s wrong?

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay; I didn't mean to get loud.”

That same meaningless apology you’ve heard before that always managed to calm you down. You zip down your hoodie, throwing it on Trevor’s bed, landing on the end of the bed frame, the hood between the mattress and the wooden frame. Taking the jacket and slipping your arms into it made you feel uncomfortable with how tight the denim felt against your back. You felt your shirt picked up — exposing your skin and making goosebumps occupy that area.

Looking at the mirror, you hated what you saw, but the smile on Trevor’s made you feel slightly better.

“I hate this,” You frowned.

“You look great,” Trever emphasized, draping his arm around your neck enthusiastically, which made you feel better. Right?

“Well, you finally look like you actually like my friends.”

“But, I’ve always liked your—”

“Okay, let's get going, baby.” Trevor kissed your cheek and left you alone in his room. The mirror catches your vulnerability in ways you couldn't see, and it makes you feel uneasy; it was bothering you that you couldn't figure out that word.

Disgust.

Disgust was the word that Trevor made you feel.

Judging you, making you feel like you're losing your mind, making you feel like you weren't enough. Disgust.

You were quickly slapping your face to erase any trace of Trevor. You stood outside the coffee shop where you agreed to meet up with the guy you matched up with on Bumble, Joel Miller.

It had been six months before you had gone back on dating apps, grieving the loss of your relationship in the past. Joel was one of the first few people you matched with. He was older, but he could hold down a conversation, making you feel like you could talk to him for hours. He was okay with meeting up with you, but he wanted to ensure you were comfortable with the timing; he was okay with waiting.

It had been five months until you agreed to see him; nervous to the brim, you didn't know what to wear; spending countless minutes in your underwear, you quickly put together an outfit and grabbed a hoodie.

When you first walked in and Joel noticed you, his smile beamed at you, making butterflies appear in your stomach. He had wired headphones in his ear as he stood up quickly, shoving them in his jacket. Wrapping his arms around you in a hug, he made you feel protected in his arms; he smelt of old spice and mint, and in your mind, it was adorable that you chuckled in your head.

As Joel backed up from the hug, he smiled at you again. “Hi.”

“Hi,” You smiled back. “Did I keep you waiting?”

“Uh, no. Not really, just listenin’ to the playlist you made me.”

“Oh god,” you buried your head in your hand. “You still listen to that?”

“Of course, it's the thing that helps me get out of bed.”

You chuckle and can't help but smile from ear to ear as Joel smiles at you lovingly. “Well, if you ever get bored with that one, I would gladly make you another one.”

Joel chuckles through his smile; he quickly rubs the back of his neck, looking back towards his seat. “Uh, do you wanna sit down?”

“I would love that.”

Joel directs you to your seat; you cannot help but feel heat rise to your face; as you sit in your chair, Joel sits in front of you. As you wiped your hands on your hoodie, you looked up at Joel; you noticed him resting his head on his fist, looking at you. That feeling of Joel critiquing little things about you rose back to when Trevor would do it.

“Trevor isn’t here; you're fine,” You thought.

“Is there something on my face?” Your quick to cover your mouth with your hand.

Joel shakes his head and smiles at you. “Just admirin’ you, you're s’ perfect.”

The heat in your face was reaching a dangerous level, where you could feel your face explode. “Stop, you're pulling my tail.”

“I’m serious, your amazin’.”

You can't help but look down at the table in despair as you rarely received compliments from Trevor; it's hard to believe what Joel was saying to be the truth. “M’sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No!” You shake your head. Taking a deep breath, you place your hands on the table. “It's just I’ve never received compliments, and it's only when my ex would make me forget how much of an ass he is.”

That padding of Joel’s palm rested against your knuckles; you look at your hands together, and you look at Joel’s welcoming smile. “I promise, whenever I compliment you, it's comin’ from the depths of my soul, sweetheart.”

The warmth of Joel’s hand made you feel comfortable, a feeling you craved with— nobody. You felt good in this moment. “Now, how about I get you a cup of coffee? I promise it's the best.”

You chuckle. “Come on, I had to meet you here; let me buy it.”

As Joel gets up, he slides his hands down in an ‘X’ motion. “Nope, as the gentleman my momma raised me, it’ll be my pleasure.”

“Okay, but the next time we go out on a date, I’m buying.”

“I’ll hold you to it, sweetheart.” Joel walks away, and you can't help but smile at him as he walks away.

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delusionalwritingsofagay · 3 months ago

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Hi Hiiiii! Again the same anon who asked for a bottom Joel x top reader! I was thinking about this scenario: the reader was a lonely man who had escaped QZ trying to find a better community to live in, but he accidentally finds Ellie trying to hunt something her "injured friend". He helps them cause he was alone for a long time and is happy to have some friends. They stick together for some time when he notices Joel is getting softer with him and looks at him differently. when he asks him about it he tries to dodge the question but the reader insists and teases him about it so much that he confesses to him. ( I don't know anymore actually :"))

p.s: if you enjoy making it smut I would enjoy it too so yeah, please forgive if it's weird or anything, and thank you for being patient with me!

Bonds in Ruins

Pairing : Joel Miller x Male reader Tags : Getting together, fluff, men in love, found family Word count : 919

Author note : I am so sorry for the wait, I've had really bad writers block anyway I hope you enjoy it at least :)

In the remnants of a world ravaged by a mind-numbing infection, Y/N had found himself a solitary wanderer. He had escaped the confines of a QZ, leaving behind the walls that once felt like a prison. Outside, the world was a grim playground of danger, but it was also teeming with possibility. He sought refuge from loneliness, a longing for camaraderie that whispered incessantly in his heart.

Days turned into weeks as he navigated through the ruins of what once was a bustling city. The echo of his footsteps was accompanied only by the distant calls of the infected. Y/N had learned to blend into the shadows, to be a ghost wandering through the remnants of civilization. But despite all the self-reliance he had cultivated, he still felt the gnawing void of companionship.

One late afternoon, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the debris-littered streets, Y/N heard muffled sounds nearby. Curious and cautious, he had crept toward the source of the noise.

There, amid the broken concrete and overgrown weeds, crouched a girl with a bow in hand, her expression focused and fierce. As Y/N watched from a safe distance, he noticed her target—a small, scuttling rabbit.

The girl turned, bowstring taut, eyes trained on him with a mix of wariness and defiance.

“Easy there,” Y/N raised his hands in a gesture of peace. “I’m not here to cause trouble.”

The girl relaxed her stance, albeit slightly. “Who are you?” she demanded, her voice firm despite her age.

“Just a guy trying to survive. I thought you might need help ” Y/N said

“Fine,” she relented. “But you help him, and then you leave. I don’t trust you.”

Y/N nodded, grateful for any chance at connection. He introduced himself and quickly got to work, assessing the injury. While the girl, Ellie, kept an eye on their surroundings, Y/N focused on bandaging the wound, murmuring gentle reassurances to the injured man. Despite the circumstances, he felt a warmth in his chest—he was no longer alone.

As the days passed, Y/N found himself travelling with Ellie and her injured friend, Joel. The bond between them deepened as they faced threats together, shared meals, and exchanged stories under star-studded skies. For Y/N, the feeling of belonging was intoxicating, and he felt happier than he had in a long time.

Over time, he began to notice a shift in Joel’s demeanour. The gruff man who had initially seemed distant became more approachable, his eyes softening as he looked at Y/N. Their banter grew lighter, and Joel’s rare smiles lit up the dark corners of their world. It confused Y/N; he had never experienced such shifts in a relationship during these desperate times.

One night, as they sat around a small fire, Y/N couldn’t help but tease him. “You know, for a guy who looks like he’s been through hell, you seem to enjoy my company a bit too much.”

Joel chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re just a distraction. Nothing more.”

“Sure,” Y/N replied, arching an eyebrow, “but you’ve been smiling more these days. Is it the company, or are you just losing your touch at being a grumpy old man?”

Joel’s brow furrowed, and he glanced at Ellie, who was pretending not to listen. “You’re reading too much into it.”

“Oh, come on, Joel. Just admit it. You like me. You’re growing fond of me,” Y/N teased, leaning closer, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Joel’s expression faltered, the weight of unsaid words hanging heavy between them. Finally, he sighed heavily, the kind of resignation that comes before a confession. “Alright, fine. Maybe I do care about you a little more than I should.”

Y/N’s heart raced at the admission, and he pressed further, “A little more? Is that all? Seems to me like you’re starting to like me, Joel.”

“Damn it,” Joel muttered, running a hand over his face in frustration. “You’re relentless. You got no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“Try me,” Y/N smiled, feeling emboldened. “Tell me how you really feel.”

Joel looked at him then, eyes unreadable, but something more tender flickered within them. “You’ve seen the world for what it is. So have I. All I ever wanted is to protect what’s left of it. But you... you make that harder.”

Y/N’s breath caught in his throat, the vulnerability in Joel’s confession igniting something inside him. “So, you like me because I make it harder? That’s quite the confession, Joel. You said it yourself—things are complicated.”

“Complicated doesn’t mean it ain’t real,” Joel replied, his voice low.

With a rush of adrenaline, Y/N teased, “Maybe you’re just falling for me, old man.”

Served with a mixture of surprise and something deeper, Joel’s eyes widened, and the moment felt electric. Y/N could see the conflict in Joel’s expression, his defences wavering. Y/N dared to hope.

And then, almost shyly, Joel leaned in, capturing Y/N’s lips with his own, a hesitant sigh escaping him as their mouths met. It was a soft collision, molten warmth blooming between them, pure and fragile amidst their harsh reality.

In the silence that followed, Y/N felt a warmth spread through him, one that had been missing for far too long. When they finally pulled apart a fained cough interrupted them

“ Don’t mind me or anything” Ellie said teasingly causing Joel to groan and roll his eyes “ Dammit Ellie”

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xmalereader · 2 years ago

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Joel Miller X Male Reader

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Authors Note: I caved in….anyways, here is a Joel miller shot that takes place before the apocalypse, more of a Modern AU type and less of clickers and death. Prepare yourselves because this one is a sad one. Also, I officially have a schedule for shots every Monday and Friday so be prepared to have another shot tomorrow! You can find Joel miller Masterlist under the Javier Peña/agent whiskey tab.

Summary: Sarah takes notice of her dads changed behavior along with finding a strange picture at her neighbors house that’ll explain everything as to why her dads actions had changed.

Warnings: Angst, slight fluff, mentions of family, pre-apocalypse, break-ups, fear of rejection, slight mentions of homophobia, takes place in 2003, doubts, guilt, Joel is trying, acceptance.

Word count: 3.1k

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Sarah knew that something was wrong when she arrived home after school. The first thing that she noticed was that the house was clean. She always did the cleaning after coming back home since her dad was rarely home and always working and used the extra time to organize the place. The next thing she noticed was the clean kitchen, not only was it clean but there was a meal ready too, showing that the meal had been eaten and some leftovers were left.

She can’t help but raise a brow in questioning, taking in everything before heading upstairs to her room and leaving her back pack by her desk and stepping back out into the hallway where she finds her dad exiting the bathroom. He was looks up startled at his daughters presence and softly sighs in relief. “Scared the hell out of me.” He huffs out before tussling her hair as he passed by her and asks. “How was school?”

Sarah follows him downstairs. “It was fine—boring like always.” She’s quick to add, jumping down the last step and giving the kitchen another glance. “You cooked and cleaned today.” She points out, getting her dads attention as his eyes roam around the room before clearing his throat. “Yeah, finished work early today and took the time to make some dinner.” His response is quick, walking over to the living room and looking out the window, giving him a nice view of the neighborhood.

His daughter stands behind him, still suspicious by his strange actions. She shakes it off and sighs to herself, ignoring the weird feeling she was getting and joining her dad on the couch as they search for a movie to watch and to keep themselves distracted. She told herself not to worry to much about the strange feeling only for it to return again after two days. Except it’s the weekend and she’s returning from her friends house, stepping inside her house only to see her dad wearing some decent clothes. He’s usually wearing plain shirts and his work pants throughout the day either too lazy to change or perhaps it was his style.

Seeing him dressed differently raised questions. “Going somewhere?” Sarah asks, getting her fathers attention who looks over his shoulder and gives her a soft smile. “Just gonna head out with some folks.”

“Dressed like that?”

Joel frowns, looking down at his own outfit and then back at his daughter. “What? Is it that bad?” He asks while she eyes him up and down, shaking her head. “No—just new…have fun though.” She encouraged with a smile on her face while Joel chuckled. “Your uncle Tommy is coming by to babysit you tonight, I’ll be back at nine.” He promises, kissing her on the forehead and rushing out the door with keys in hand. ��Don’t open the door unless—“

“It’s uncle Tommy, I know.” Sarah finished and waved him off. “Go.” She added while Joel gives her another smile and leaves her alone until her uncle arrived. Sarah had spent the night in her room while her uncle lied in the living room couch watching Tv. She taps her fingers against her book and began to think about her fathers strange actions.

It wasn’t until the next day that Joel tells Sarah that he and Tommy would be working late and wouldn’t be home. He had advised her to stay at their neighbors house until he returned so that she wouldn’t be alone. The millers had grown to like their friendly neighbor. He was three years younger than Joel, living by himself and he worked in architect. Y/n always welcomed Sarah into his home on days that Joel would be working late, he’d make her some dinner and also bake her some cookies.

Sarah liked her neighbor and knew that he could probably help her with her situation. It wasn’t until after school that she’s inside Y/n’s house, sitting on dining table and finishing up her homework while Y/n sat across from her, his own work spread out on the table as he worked on the new blueprints for his project.

“Can I ask you something?” Sarah finally speaks up. Setting her pencil down and watched as Y/n hums in response, focused on his measurements and drawing out a few lines.

“I think my dads seeing someone.”

Y/n’s pencil snaps, startling the two as he chuckled nervously. “Oops, must’ve gone a little hard on that one.” He laughs softly and sets the pencil aside before clearing his throat. “What makes you think that?” He finally asks.

“I don’t know—he’s just…” Sarah groans. “He’s doing things that he normally doesn’t do and it’s freaking me out.” She whines out.

“Like…?” Y/n raises a brow, urging her to continue.

“He usually doesn’t clean the house, I do that whenever I can. He had a cooked meal ready and he’s going out with friends—which I know he doesn’t really like to socialize and he’s starting to come home early. He’s always late.” Sarah grumbled, crossing her arms on the table and placing her head on top.

Y/n watched the young child sulk as he sighs to himself, moving his work to the side as he sits up straight. “People react in strange ways when they start going out with someone new. These things that he’s doing are examples of change; perhaps this person is making him react differently. I mean, like you said, he’s cooking meals which is something he rarely does along with cleaning and socializing and coming home early. I mean—“ he chuckled. “What if he isn’t seeing someone and just wants to change the way he does thing? A clean home along with a nice meal for his daughter, trying to know new people and extend his friendships, wanting to come back home early to be with his family.” He points out.

Sarah listens to his words and gives a few nods. Understanding why her dad would make changes and perhaps did take notice of current things that needed to change in order to improve his life a little. She kept thinking about her dad that the silence between her and Y/n is cut when Y/n silently asks.

“How would you feel about your dad dating someone?” His eyes focus on his work again, taking his pencil and sharpening it while focusing on the lines. He waits for her response which takes a few seconds for her to speak up. “I don’t know…I’d want him to meet a nice girl who’d make him happy. Someone that I could also get along with too and maybe have a mom again.” She giggled a little at the idea of having a family again. She was focused on the idea of her dad being happy again that she doesn’t notice the sad smile on Y/n’s face.

“That’s—that would be nice for you and Joel.” He said.

The rest of the day is spent with the two finishing up their own work and baking some cookies that Sarah later packs up to take back home. Once the sunset and the neighborhood grew quiet was when Joel finally returned back home from work, knocking on his door to pick up Sarah.

Y/n unlocks his door and gives Joel a smile. “She’s getting her things.” He let’s Joel know and offers him to wait inside while Sarah shoved her things inside her backpack. “Hey dad!” She calls out, zipping up her bag and holding up a ziplock stuffed with cookies. “Y/n made chocolate chip cookies, saved you a few.”

Joel chuckles at Sarah, pulling her close into a hug and kissing her head. “They look delicious.” He snatched the bag from her hands, causing the twelve her old to pout. “Hey!” She tries to take them back from home but he holds the bag away from her reach as she groans, gripping his forearm and trying to pull him down but Joel didn’t pudge.

Y/n laughs at the sight and shakes his head. “Alright, that’s enough you two.” He easily takes the cookies from Joel’s hand and hands them back to Sarah, earning a glare from Joel which he ignores. “Here.” He hands her the ziplock bag and clears his throat. “Uh, Sarah why don’t you head back home? I need to speak to your dad real quick.”

Sarah gives her dad a glance who nods. “Go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute.” She gives him a nod and bids Y/n a goodnight before leaving the house. The two adults standing alone in the living room.

“I spoke to Sarah.”

Joel looks up. “About us?” He swallows nervously.

Y/n shakes his head. “No, not really.” He sighs out. “She was worried about you and thought that you’d been going out with someone. I asked her on what her opinion was on you dating.” His back is against the wall, leaning against it.

“What did she say?” Joel takes a small step forward.

“She said that she wanted you to find someone that made you happy along with starting a family again.”

Joel smiles. He didn’t know how Sarah would feel about him dating again after years of being on his own. His daughters happiness always came first and he didn’t want to mess things up. “That’s—“ He looks over at him only to see a hint of sadness in his eyes, causing his own smile to falter.

“Joel, she wants a Mother.”

Joel quickly understand what he was saying. The two had been dating for six months, keeping their relationship a low profile and not letting anyone know. Joel knew how people frowned upon couples who were the same sex, he wasn’t afraid of letting the public know but he was afraid of his own daughters thoughts and what she would say and think about him. He didn’t know if she’d accept the relationship or if she’ll feel comfortable around them. He didn’t know if their bond will be the same if someone else came into their life.

“Your daughter comes first and you know I can’t give her what she wants.” Y/n whispered, pushing himself off the wall and approaching Joel. He watched him carefully as the older man shakes his head, already knowing where this conversation was leading too. “We could tell her.” Joel blurts out.

“I don’t know, Joel.” Y/n sighs, looking down. “I don’t want to be the one who ruins a family. We both already knew how this would end if things didn’t go the way we wanted.” His tone is soft but full of pain. “Joel—“

“Please, don’t say it.” Joel is shaking his head, stepping forward and pulling him close. “We can’t end things like this not after I finally found someone to love again. I won’t just throw everything away and pretend like what we head meant nothing.”

Y/n didn’t want this either but had no choice. He blamed himself for falling in love with a man, less alone with a child he cared deeply about. He too cared for Sarah and sometimes saw her as his own daughter whenever they spent time together but after what she said he couldn’t bare to be the one to change her life. Joel’s daughter came first and knew that wouldn’t change.

He gentle nudged Joel, taking a step back and looking up to him. “We both know what happens after this.” He whispered, giving him a sad smile, holding back tears. “Goodbye, Joel.”

Joel stands frozen, looking into Y/n’s eyes as the other looks away, hiding the pain that lord behind his eyes. Joel wanted to reach out and hold him close in his arms and tell him that he loves him but knew that wouldn’t change things. Instead he gives him one last look and leaves the house, closing the door behind him quietly and making his way back to his own house where Sarah waits sitting in the living room, watching Tv and eating her cookies.

When Joel returned she looked over to him and frowns. “Dad, are you okay?” She stands from her spot and approached him.

“Yeah I’m alright, baby girl.” His response is faint.

“Then why are you crying?”

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It’s been two weeks since their last conversation. Sarah still stayed at Y/n’s place after school and was picked up by Joel each time he came back home. The first few days of seeing each other again they fake their smiles and feelings from each other. Ignoring the headache that the two have and forcing themselves to continue on. Joel stopped picking up Sarah after the fourth day.

Every night, Y/n would hear the familiar truck engine arrive next door. Signaling Joel’s return from work and letting Y/n know that Sarah is to get back home. He’d help her pack up and would stand outside watching her leave his place and entering safely into her own house. There were only a few times that he caught glimpses of Joel leaving his house early in the morning, getting ready for work. He tried his best to avoid any interactions with Joel, rushing inside his own house whenever he saw the familiar truck approaching. As childish as it sounded he couldn’t face joel.

During the second week he was helping Sarah with a school project, making a board and helping her with gluing different printed out imagines while she did the writing. When Y/n hears the engine he glanced up at the clock, taking notice that Joel always came back home at eight thirty. He sighs to himself and sits up from his spot on the floor. “Alright, kiddo. Time to go home.”

“Awe, we were almost done.”

Y/n chuckled, gathering up her things and placing them inside her folder. “You can finish back at your place, you just have to glue these last few pictures and you’ll be done.” He hands her the folder which contained all of her homework. “Fine.” Sarah puts her things away and smiles widely. “Can I borrow your Walkman while I do homework?”

“You do know that no one uses those anymore?”

“I know but you have good music.”

Y/n rolls his eyes and nods. “Fine, why don’t you go get it in my room while I finish cleaning. It should be on the nightstand next to my bed or in the drawer.” He calls out to her as she rushed upstairs to his bedroom where he kept his Walkman.

Sarah stalks inside the room, still not used to entering places that didn’t belong to her. She approached the nightstand and pulls the drawer open to find the Walkman with no headset. She sets it on his bed and digs around his drawer until she finds the headphones, smiling in triumph as she held them in her hands. She goes back to close the drawer only to take notice of a picture of her dad sticking out from underneath a book.

Her curiosity gets the best of her and slides the photo out. Holding it between her fingers as she looks at the picture to see her dad giving the camera a smile while Y/n stared at her father, recognizing his expression. She quickly tucks the photo away and collects her things while rushing downstairs.

“Did you find it?” Y/n asks, startling Sarah a little while she nods. “Yeah, I found it.” She shows him the Walkman and gets her bag and poster. “Let me walk you out—“

“I’m fine! I gotta finish this quick, goodnight!” She rambled out while slamming the door behind her, leaving a stunned Y/n while she ran back home.

“You alright?” Joel suddenly asks upon seeing his daughter running inside the house frantically, rushing to her room and putting her things away while walking back downstairs to find her dad with raised brows. “You okay?” He asks again, worried about his own daughter.

“I think so.” She opens and closes her mouth. Hesitate to speak as she glanced at her dad who focused on making himself a sandwich. His old habits had come back after two weeks. He was back to his old self which didn’t surprise Sarah. “I asked Y/n if I could borrow his Walkman so, that I could listen to some music while finishing my homework.” She began to say. “I was in his room and found a picture…it was you and him together.”

Joel grows tense, his appetite gone as he pushed the finished sandwich to the side and cleared his throat. “Yeah?”

Sarah nervously approached her dad. “I didn’t think much about it until I saw Y/n’s expression and the way he looked at you. It’s the same look that you used to give mom whenever she smiled or when she’d do something that you liked.” She picked at her nails, looking at her dad every once an awhile. “Did something happen between you two?” Her voice is small.

Joel takes notice and leans against the counter. He didn’t think that she’d find out about them, instead he thought that he’d continue on with life and pretend like his relationship with Y/n meant nothing and that the two never did anything. Now, here he stood in front of his daughter who’s asking about their relationship. He felt guilty from hiding his relationship from his own daughter but had his reasons as to why he was hiding it, afraid of losing his own daughter and ruining the loving bond that he had with her.

“Dad.”

Joel is pulled out of his thoughts, putting his attention on his daughter. “No.”

Sarah frowns at her own dad.

“Then why are you crying?”

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secondaxispoint · 2 years ago

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Can we get a Joel x male reader where Joel is freezing cold so you spoon him so feels warmer??

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Fluff!

This was an adorable concept so I hope I did it justice. Thanks for the request!! I absolutely love your writing/blog. 💙

Your Little Spoon

Ellie had been complaining for an hour before you convinced Joel to take a break for the night. What really sucked was that it was freezing and the three of you had no shelter. Joel was still weary about starting a fire so you'd just have to just have to make do for a few hours. You had lended the kid your outer jacket so you were ready for a break yourself.

After setting up in a clear patch off the path, you all burrowed yourselves into the depths of your bedrolls. You had only just started to fall asleep when you heard Joel shifting behind you. You thought he was just moving so you ignored it and buried yourself deeper into your sleeping bag.

Another 20 minutes and Joel was still moving around behind you. You turned to look over your shoulder to make sure he was alright. You saw Joel was dozing lightly but he was shivering pretty badly. You didn’t want to wake him or invade his personal space so you kept to yourself. You felt Joel shuffle closer, not quite touching, but you could hear him breathing.

A few minutes after that, you and Joel were touching back to back. You could feel him shivering now. You were fully awake and extremely conscious of your own movements. You could feel your heartbeat thudding against your ribcage. Your face was aflame and your ears were burning. You've only been this close to Joel a handful of times.

You closed your eyes and tried your very best to get back to sleep but you just couldn't focus on anything other than Joel shuddering against your back. You’ve had enough. You slowly flipped onto your back and faced his direction without disturbing him too much. You curled an arm around his waist and pulled his back flush against your chest. He started whimpering and muttering quietly in his sleep.

“Shh, shh. You're okay Joel. I got you. You're alright.”

You soothe him with gentle words, running your hand up and down his chest. You pull him closer against you and rest your chin on top of his head, feeling his soft hair against your jaw. Once he finally stopped trembling, you thought it was okay to pull away before he woke up. But you were stopped by Joel turning himself over in your arms, nuzzling his nose into your jacket.

You looked down at him to see that he was still asleep. You felt yourself overheating. How could he possibly be cold, the man was a human furnace. You kept one arm wrapped around him and the other moved to the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair. Joel groaned and nudged closer into your jacket. Your eyelids started to droop and your mind felt foggy. You finally fell into a dreamless sleep.

You awoke only when you felt Joel wrap his arms around you. You partially cracked open one eye to look down at him. He was awake and tracing patterns into your side. He wasn't pulling away or trying to wake you up. He was simply entertaining himself until you got up.

You saw the sun was coming up but you didn’t want to move yet. You wanted to stay here with Joel in your arms. You didn’t know when the next time, if there was a next time, you would get to do this again. So you closed your eyes and tightened your grip on the back of his jacket.

“I know you're awake darlin.”

Joel spoke up.

“Mmmh.”

You didn’t say anything or make any type of attempt to withdraw away from him. He didn’t move either. So the two of you laid there and waited for Ellie to wake up or the sun to fully rise.

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second-axis-point · 2 years ago

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Joel loves acting all tough to go on lookout and not sleep, but the second he's in your arms he's asleep and snoring the night away

Your least favourite and least reliable DILF loving writer is back! I am so sorry I keep taking long breaks but hopefully I’ll find some motivation and start writing again. I absolutely love soft Joel requests. I will NEVER stop loving this man, I swear. Thanks for the request! 💙

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Soft!Joel, Comfort, Established Relationship

Your Arms

As usual, you and Joel were sent out on patrol with two others. It was two younger people. Louie and Patrick. They were a lot quicker on their feet than you and Joel but the two of you were smarter and more experienced. That made the four of you a lethal team. Joel had his usual scowl on his face as you slowly walked the perimeter of Jackson.

“Alright, Joel?”

You asked your partner.

“I’m fine, keep walkin’.”

Joel grumbled. Louie jogged up to walk beside you.

“Is he always like this?”

She asked. You think back to all the sweet moments you shared with Joel. None of them had that scowl in them. You shook your head with a smile.

“Nah, he’s just grumpy.”

You said. She looked sceptical but slowed down to drop back behind you to walk with Patrick again. You tore your eyes away from the trail ahead to look over at Joel again. He still had that scowl on his face. You suppress a laugh and turn back to the front, continuing your patrol.

Things went smoothly and you all made your way back into town. Tommy had met you and Joel at the gates. Joel groaned as soon as he saw his brother.

“I know, I know. I need you two to go back to that little town that you found a few miles out. A storm is headed our way and we’re not quite prepared. Patrick said that you guys found a lot of MREs that the Fireflies left down that way.”

Tommy said. Joel rolled his eyes and nodded silently.

“When do you want us to go?”

You ask the other Miller brother.

“I want you to grab your horses and go now.”

Tommy replied. You groaned as well. The two of you had just gotten back from a two hour patrol and know this.

“Come on Joel.”

You adjusted your rifle on your shoulder and pulled your coat tighter around your torso. Joel nodded, pushing his nose further into his coat collar. It was a small thing that you always noticed that Joel would do when he’s annoyed or upset, especially when it was cold outside. The two of you head to the stables and get your horses. You trot back to the gates. Tommy waves and you flip him off before following behind Joel.

It was about two hours to the little town on horseback. You hummed as your horse trotted behind Joel’s. Joel listened quietly as he led. After an hour and a half, you saw the town come into view and trotted up beside Joel. Another half hour goes by and you're finally walking the main street of the small town. You look over the town and pull your rifle off your back. You slowed your horse down. Joel noticed and did the same.

You heard something in one of the buildings so you hopped off your horse and walked to it, rifle aimed and loaded. It was a tense few seconds before a clicker shuffled out of the dark hallway, twitching and ticking. You aimed the rifle and took a breath, listening for other infected. When you didn’t hear any, you took the shot and put the clicker down easy. You stood still for a moment and looked around. You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to shove it off and point your rifle.

“Easy, sweetheart. It’s me.”

Joel stepped back and held his hands up. You immediately lowered the rifle.

“Sorry. Just a little jumpy. I hate this stupid town.”

You grumbled. You and Joel searched through all the buildings on the main street and gathered what you could. It was quite the load when you finished. The sun was starting to go down as you strapped all the supplies you found to Joel’s horse. He was going to ride with you on the way back since there was too much to split between the two horses. You secured the supplies and fed Joel’s horse. He had named it Shower. You thought it was a goofy name but you never told him.

“Good girl, Shower.”

You said as you pet down the horse’s nose. She huffed and pushed into you. Joel smiled at the back of your head and made his way over to you.

“We should find a place to settle down for the night.”

You nodded, knowing that Joel hates travelling in the dark. He got nervous and jumpy at night so it was easier to just hunker down and not argue. You looked around and found a partially secure building. You pointed out to Joel and he nodded. You hitched the horses outside and went in. You cleared it and made sure there were no infected nearby.

“You want me to take first shift?”

You asked as you turned to face him. Obviously, he shook his head and held his rifle tighter.

“No, you rest up. I'll take the night watch.”

You shook your head.

“Joel, you can’t just always stay up all night when we’re out. I know you’re tired. Why not let me take first shift?”

You ask, knowing it was a pointless fight. He shook his head and sat down on a crate that faced the door. There was no arguing with this brick wall of a man. You grumbled something and walked over to him. You pressed a soft kiss to the scar on his temple and laid down. You didn’t notice the flush that spread across his cheeks as you laid your head down. You set an alarm on your watch, making sure that you could relive Joel in an hour and a half. You were determined to get him to sleep tonight.

Joel sat there and watched the door, occasionally looking over at you. You were facing the wall and were using your arms as a pillow. Joel followed the line of your back down to your boots and back up. He looked back at the door with a small smile as he remembered the happy moments he has shared with you. A while later, Joel heard your watch beeping and saw you shift. You sat up and cracked your back.

“Alright Miller, my turn.”

You shooed him off the crate and onto your bed roll. He complained and argued but you just ignored him and turned your attention to the door. A minute later, Joel gives up and lays down. Joel’s watch goes off an hour later and the two of you switch again. You forget to set your timer so you sleep through the rest of the night while Joel takes watch. You wake up with the sun in your face.

“Damn it Joel. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

You grumble as you roll over and rub your eyes. He shrugs.

“You need sleep.”

You stand and pack up your bedroll.

“So do you.”

The two of you get back out to your horses and get ready to start back to Jackson. You hop up on your horse and Joel shuffles up behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses his cheek against your back. You lead Joel’s horse back to the trail and slowly make your way back to Jackson with Joel leaning up behind you. It took a lot longer for you to get back to Jackson because you had your horse walk a lot slower so Joel could rest.

You finally make your way back and get through the gates. Tommy greets you with a smile when he sees how much you found and brought back.

“Hey! The old married couple is back and they brought a shit ton of supplies!”

Tommy says loudly with a smile, waking Joel behind you. You trotted through town, dropping Joel off at your shared cabin and brough the two horses back to the stables. You helped Tommy and the other Jackson residents unload the horse and sort out all the supplies. It was around midday when you made it back to the cabin you shared with Joel. You walked in and saw him on the couch with his head tilted back. He wasn’t asleep, just finding a way to pass the time. He got up and took your jacket off for you and pulled you back to the bedroom.

“Easy cowboy, I just got back.”

You joked. He glared at you and pushed you back onto the bed. He laid down almost on top of you, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You shifted and got comfortable before moving a hand up to run through his salt and pepper hair.The smell of you, your touch, your warmth, your presence. All of it comforted Joel beyond belief. He took a deep breath and was asleep within seconds. You closed your eyes and slipped into a comforting sleep as well.

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holobandit · 2 months ago

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I'm So Lonesome

Rating: Explicit

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Pairing: Joel Miller/Male!Reader

Warnings: Injuries, Injury Recovery, Food Mention & Consumption, Past Relationship, Bathing/Washing, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Legal Age Gap, Smut, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Spit as Lube, Daddy Kink, Edging

Summary: Injured while traveling, Joel and Tommy find you on one of their patrols and bring you back to Jackson.

Shit, you thought to yourself. When you fell off that small ledge, you thought you were going to be able to land it safely. Fate had a different change in plan. As you held your legs, trying not to bawl your eyes out from the pain, you heard hooves behind you. You tried to stand up, but fell right back down, now in more pain. You began to drag yourself to a nearby bush for cover, but the visitors came up behind you too quickly.

“Hey Joel,” You hear behind you, “Look like we got a straggler from the QZ.”

You turn to see the two men on horseback, the two men obviously brothers from how similar they look. The one that you assume spoke had to be the younger one on the left, the older, more grizzled man on the right had his eyes trained on you. Joel, a fitting name for an old man.

Joel watched your heavy breaths and a tear roll down your cheek. He looked around you, sawing the chunks of dirt from the ledge you were once standing on. He flung his rifle to his back and hopped off his horse. The man on the left got his rifle from the back and aimed it at you.

“Tommy, he ain’t no threat.” Joel huffed, “He fell from that dam cliff I’ve been warning people ‘bout.” He approached you, got down on your level, “Kid, count yourself lucky that we came and not anything worse.”

You nod to him, still trying to keep yourself calm enough to take Joel’s hand to try to stand up. You yelp, the pain too much to put onto your legs. Joel quickly picked you up bridal style and came over to his horse. He helped you get up on the horse’s back.

Joel hopped onto the horse and turned to Tommy, “Let’s cut this patrol short, Tommy, this kid needs help.” He grabbed your arms and pulled them around his stomach, making you lean up against his back. “Keep your hands around me. Don’t wanna pick you up from another fall.”

All you could do was nod as the two started to trace their tracks back. You were feeling tired, but kept yourself awake by lightly squeezing Joel’s stomach. Joel would make a soft exhale every time you did this. He was obviously flustered, but whatever it was, kept you awake.

You came upon a huge wooden gate and heard yelling. You couldn’t tell what was said, you were in the middle of almost passing out. As the gate opened, your body finally gave up and you felt your body weight fall on the back of Joel as he yelled for the infirmary.

You wake up to bright lights, and you thought you were back in a QZ. You shot yourself awake, turning side to side, trying to figure out where you were. That’s when you saw Joel, reading a book, slowly put it down on the table next to him.

“Hey, calm down there, kid.” Joel put your hand on your shoulder and lightly pushed you back down to the bed. “Don’t need yourself stressin’ out with your broken ankle.”

“Oh,” You spoke, mouth dry, “Water?”

“Yeah, let me prop you up,” Joel helped position the pillows to lean against the bedframe and then handed you a cup of water.

You downed that thing, not realizing how thirsty you were. You set the cup next to you, and sat there in silence for a little before Joel broke it.

“How long have you been away from the QZ?” Joel asked, “You must have had a group at one point.”

“I’ve lost track,” You admitted, “The days seem to all blend together. It was just me for the longest time, till you and your brother found me.”

“Tommy was about to shoot ya’,” Joel shook his head, “You’re pretty smart to figure out we’re brothers. We need people like that round here. I promised Tommy I’d look after you since it was my idea to bring you here to Jackson.” Joel picks up the cup from your bed, “Oh, I’m Joel, should probably introduce your ‘savior’.” Joel rolled his eyes.

You said your name, and Joel cracked a small smile, “Fits ya’ well.”

Your eyes got heavy, and Joel patted you on the shoulder, letting you fall back asleep.

When you woke back up, you were in a home. A small room, with just a bed, a dresser, a chair, and a window behind you. You can tell it was at least taken care of in the end days. You notice someone coming into your room with a bucket of water with a towel flung on its side. You try to say something but your mouth was too dry.

The girl then yelled behind her to the door, “He’s awake, Joel!”

You heard heavy footsteps as he rounded the corner and there was Joel. He was just wearing a T shirt, some jeans, and socks. The shirt was a little too tight, showing off that he had a chest along with a soft belly. He came in and gave you the cup of water, and you downed it.

“Thanks, Joel.” You wiped your mouth, “I guess that this is your place and,” You look at the girl. She doesn’t look like she is Joel’s daughter, not a single thing remotely same in the face.

“I’m Ellie, a thorn in this old man’s side.” She winked.

You let out a small laugh, “Oh, I can tell.”

Joel just shook his head, “Give me the bucket, I’ll wash him down.”

Ellie handed Joel the water bucket and headed out. Joel then pulled the chair with his leg to the edge of the bed. He pulled off the covers, revealing you in just boxers and makeshift casts for your ankle.

“Somethin’ tells me you haven’t had a decent bath in a while, correct?” Joel dipped the cloth in the water.

“Y-Yeah,” You mumbled.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just be doin’ your back and legs. The rest you can do.” Joel wrung out the excess water and began on your legs.

The amount of dirt and grime was so bad, you almost forgot what it was like to feel clean. Joel was gentle around the cast, making sure just to get the exposed part as to not cause infections. You can tell that his hands were rough from the life he lived, but his touch was soft and caring. There was a stillness in the air. You were afraid to break it, the way Joel was caring for you. He then sat you up and began work on your back. It hits you then, this man was the one that probably undressed and dressed you. You felt your face get hot and you wondered if Joel found you attractive like you did. Your cock twitched underneath the boxers. His hooked nose would feel great against your-

Joel called your name again, this time a little louder, “Everything alright?”

Your voice shook, “Yeah, yeah. Just thinking about some stuff.”

A soft smile appeared on Joel’s face, “Okay,” He dipped the towel back in the bucket and wrung it out, “It’s your turn. Let me go get a dry towel.”

Joel handed you the wet towel and walked outside the room. You slowly began to wash the parts that you could get. It felt amazing. It’s the little things like this that keep you sane in a world like this. Your mind quickly drifted to Joel. You saw the looks he’d give you, and you wonder, if he plays on the same side as you. You wanted to show how much this tenderness he’s showing you has helped you. You’ll have to wait until you’re a little more healed. You put the towel back in the bucket. You couldn’t help but run your hand above your bulge to relieve some of the twitching.

Joel came in with a towel and closed the door behind him. You quickly put your hands to the side as he came closer to the bed. You felt like a teenager that just been caught.

“Uh, thanks for the towels.” You shake.

“It’s nothin’.” Joel smiled, eyes trailing down to your crotch.

That’s when you realize, a tent has appeared on your boxers. You thought you could get it down by the time Joel came back, but obviously him being here just made it worse. Joel sat down and set a one of the towels on the bed. He began to dry your back off, he is completely ignoring your hard on. You feel your face get red hot, no, it’s on fire now. He slowly went from your back, to your chest, then to your legs, being very careful around your boxers so not to touch the tent. Him just being gentle made it so much worse. Now there was a small wet spot to appear at the very top of the boxer’s tent.

Finally, after what seemed like hours. He got up, and took the bucket with him. He did get a quick glance. He conveniently left the towel on the chair, just enough for you to reach it. That was kind of him. After he closed the door, you pulled your cock out, smeared the precum around your head, and began to stroke your cock, quickly. You’ve never been this hard so quickly, and so ready to cum. Heavy breaths before you put your other hand over your mouth to stifle a moan. Ropes shoot up your stomach and making a mess of your cock.

You quickly get the towel and clean yourself up, stuff yourself back in your boxers, and lay back down on the bed. You’re exhausted, not just from the jerk session you had, but the edging that Joel was somehow apart of. Right before you drift back to sleep, you finally hear footsteps walk away from your door.

When Joel closed the door behind him, he was turned on, something that hasn’t been in his mind for a while. He set the bucket next to the door and pressed his ear to the door. He shouldn’t be doing this, hell, especially to someone as young as you. Your breathy sounds echoed in his head. Then the stifled moan was now a permanent fixture in his brain. He palmed his crotch, elevating some of the pressure. He quickly left the bucket behind and went into his room.

As soon as he closed the door and locked it behind him, Joel ripped off his pants, including his boxers. The fact that he put you in his boxers, that they would smell like you now, drove Joel up the wall. He spat on his hand and began to chase that high. He replayed those sighs and stifled moan over, and over again. He was fucking his hand at this point, imagining your ass up, and your hole filled with him, and marking you as his.

With that last image in his mind, he cums. Grunting with every rope of cum that shoots out and onto the floor. He couldn’t even bother to do it in the master bathroom, he needed relief now. When he finally came to his senses, his face got hot. He never had this type of attraction since he was in his early 20’s, since…Wayne.

As he cleaned up, the memories flood back to him. Young love between two men trying to figure out themselves and the world. They were two men really using each other for release, if Joel was being honest with himself, but he looked back at his time with Wayne fondly. Something about you, reminded him of Wayne. Maybe it was the shyness that Wayne had before they done anything sexual, or that you had the same innocent looking eyes. Either way, he knew you were going to be hard to get off his mind now.

The next couple of weeks were a blur, the constant trying to get your independence, just for Joel to stop you, saying, “You need to rest.” and “Your body ain’t ready just yet.”

You wonder at all if you were going to heal properly, but you listen to Joel. He had this commanding stature about him. It was intoxicating to be around, and you were surprised no women had scooped him up from that. Which even gave you more hope that he leaned your way. You saw Ellie and this other girl, Dina, start to hang out. Even from the interaction between those two girls, you knew Ellie was head over heels for this girl. Just from the way Ellie held herself around Dina, you knew it was a crush.

That just reinforced your crush on Joel. He was a strong man, always doing patrols making sure there was no infected around Jackson, but he had a softer side he only showed you. You wanted just to go away with all the bullshit, pull him down by his shirt, and kiss him, but there was that fear. Last memory of the QZ you had was a group of men chasing you down for flirting with one of them. Luckly, you escaped, but that was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. You had to leave the QZ for your own survival.

You were deep in thought when Joel came in with a meal. You could care less of what it was, but it was tasty. You notice Joel also had a plate for himself too. You and Joel ate in the stillness of this room, until you broke the silence between bites.

“I left my QZ, not because I was stir crazy, but for my own safety.” You look down at your plate, letting the words flow through you, “I flirted with the wrong guy and ended up being chased by a bunch of assholes, throwing whatever they can at me.”

Joel just continues to eat his food, letting you get those thoughts out of your head.

“It was the breaking point for me, I couldn’t just live my life in the shadow of the QZ, risking my life to go after curfew to get some relief.” You set your fork down, “Sorry if I’m just ranting, just haven’t been anyone to tell…until you, Joel.”

Joel nodded, “I’m glad you were able to get that out.”

After you two finished your meals, Joel grabbed your plate, brushing your hand, and lingering there for a little longer. Then he left you, again. You curse yourself, you wanted to kiss that man, give him everything he needed. You were in no state to do anything, so you wait.

Finally, after a month of bed rest, you are given makeshift crutches. They’re not the most comfortable thing in the world, but it’s better than nothing. You started walking, really hobbling, around Jackson. The people were kind, but they seemed to notice how Joel would hover, making sure you’re safe. He’d always walk with you if he didn’t have something important to do.

Once, you lost your footing and fell, but Joel was right there before you could hit the ground. He held you there for a minute, almost if asking if he could get closer, but he quickly stood you back up and gave you back the crutches. There would be more instances of Joel seeming to ask for permission, but he’d quickly backpedal, almost too afraid. That was until one night.

Joel was sitting on the porch, strumming his guitar, but this time, you knew the song he was playing. It was I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry by Hank Williams. You come out of the door as Joel sung this verse;

The silence of a falling star Lights up a purple sky And as I wonder where you are I'm so lonesome, I could cry

You startle Joel, “Love that song.”

“Damn it, kid,” Joel set the guitar besides him, “Don’t startle me like that. How’d you know this song? Knowing you’re…” Joel gestures towards you, “Young.”

You smile, with a happy memory flooding your senses, “My mom would sing this to me. I know it’s a sad song, but there is something behind it that strikes me as…vulnerable.” You sat down next to Joel on the bench.

You two sat in silence as the two of you stared at the stars. Your mind races around the man next to you. Your mind was trying to come up with ways of saying anything to the man you admire, as a friend and a savior. Joel, on the other hand, was battling with the idea of just skipping all this bullshit, bringing you up to his bedroom, and showing you how much he was obsessed with you. He kept stealing glances at your face looking up at the stars. The light glow on your face made your eyes shine. Your hand slowly began to drift to Joel’s, and you lightly grasp his hand. You expected him to pull it away, but he squeezed it back.

“So, the feeling is mutual.” You tell Joel, looking down at his lips.

“I ain’t very good at tellin’ people my feelings,” Joel leaned in, hovering above your lips.

“Then show me.” You pleaded.

With that, Joel closed the gap between the two. He was rough, and hungry with his kisses. Joel was afraid you might pull away, but once he heard that moan, he knows you’re puddy in his hands now. His tongue slid against your bottom lip, begging for entry. You leaned back but Joel grabbed your arm and shoved his tongue in. You couldn’t help but let yourself moan. Every move from Joel was intoxicating. He dragged you up and gently pulled you inside, still giving you help so your weight wasn’t on your bad ankle.

Once inside, both of you made it to his room. It wasn’t anything special, but it smelled just like him, uniquely him. He guided you to his bed, and pulled down your pants along with the boxers. Your cock sprung out, leaking pre cum already. Joel had a light chuckled to himself before he took his hand and ran it down your cock. It was a soft touch, but his rough hands made it even more sensitive.

You moan out of pleasure, “More, daddy.”

Your body stiffens, you should have asked before he touched you, but everything was happening so fast, it passed your mind. Joel hovers right above your balls before lightly grasping them and leaning, pressing his lips against your ear.

“Tell Daddy what you want.” Joel growls.

“Your cock,” You pleaded, “Your cock in my mouth.”

Joel flipped you over to where your head was dangling off the bed. You quickly work on taking off your shirt as Joel strips. Once you got the shirt off, you see Joel kick off his boots and pull his pants and boxers down in one pull. His cock was hard, uncut, and perfectly curved up. He came up and sat his balls in your mouth, and you were eager to lick them. He slowly stroked his cock as you worship his sack. He then pulled himself off of you, and lined his cock against your mouth.

“If you need a breather, tap my thighs.” Joel tells you.

Before you could even nod your head in agreement, Joel pushed passed your lips, and was in your mouth. He let out a sigh and slowly began to thrust in and out. You hollow out your cheeks and another moan came from Joel’s lips. His trusts became faster and you felt his balls slap against your face. Spit began to spill out the corners of your mouth. You were intoxicated by his scent and wanted to keep going, but your lungs burned. You tapped his thighs and pulled his cock out of your mouth. You gasped, drool covering your face, your eyes felt blown out from the lust you were feeling.

“Ain’t you a beauty.” Joel exhaled, slowly pumping his cock with your spit.

You quickly turn yourself on your stomach and flip yourself to show off your ass to Joel. He grabbed fistful of your ass, making sure to pull your cheeks apart and tease your hole. Joel then slapped his cock against your hole, and you gasp at the sudden feeling.

“Tell me ya want this.” Joel pleaded.

“Please,” You gasp out, “Please Daddy, fill me up.”

Joel spat on your hole and pushed the head of his cock in. It was tight and burned, but damn, did it feel like heaven. He slowly began to push forward. Your breathing got more sporadic as he stretched you out. Joel grabbed your hips as he became flush to your ass. One hand then drifted up your back, helping you calm down.

“Atta Boy,” Joel cooed, “You’re doin’ just fine.”

Joel then slowly began to pull back out, then push in. His finger tips dug into your hips. He cursed to himself; you were tight. Every slow thrust wasn’t doing anything for you. You wanted Joel to destroy you, make you ache in the morning. He needed something to get him started.

“Daddy,” You moan out, “Faster, I can take it.”

Joel thrusts began to speed up, so you began to beg. It snapped something in Joel. The breathy moans, calling him ‘Daddy’, arching your back to press your ass against him, drove Joel up the wall. He pulled himself out and flipped you on your back, wanting to see your face as he destroyed your hole.

Joel spat on his dick one last time before shoving himself into your hole again. He was relentless, never breaking pace, and the moans. The moans that came from this man was heavenly. Every pant, every grunt, was music to your ears. Your cock was hard and leaking precum. Joel took it in his hand. He let a large spit droplet fall down on it, and began to stroke. He loved the way your cock felt against his hand. Your hands shot up and pulled him down by the neck to kiss him. Tongues fought against each other, but Joel’s won over. It shoved into your mouth, and he tasted himself mixed with a taste that was uniquely you.

Joel pulled away, “Need ya to cum.” He put his forehead against yours, “I need ya to cum”

With a few more pumps and Joel’s encouragement, you shot ropes up your stomach and onto Joel’s hand. Joel’s thrusts became erratic and within seconds, he moaned out. He filled your hole with rope after rope of his seed. When he was finally done, he stopped, lifted his cum drenched hand and licked it all up.

“Love the way you taste.” He panted out.

As Joel slowly pulled out, you whimpered at the loss, but another wave of pleasure washed over you as you felt his cum leak out of your hole. Joel spread your cheeks and with a finger, gathered up the leaking cum and pushed it back in.

You hummed, “Like making sure I’m filled up with you, Daddy?”

Joel chuckled, and leaned in for a kiss, “You’re gonna be the end of me.”

You smiled, kissing him back, “I’d be happy with that.”

The two of you then laid on Joel’s bed together. Joel had you in his arms, as the two of you drifted away to a deep sleep.

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whiskeypascals · 2 years ago

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Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy

(not my gif)

pre-outbreak and happy Joel :)

Summary: It’s nearing Halloween and Y/N invited Joel over to hand out candy and have a few drinks after helping him put out decorations, Sarah was out trick or treating with some of her friends and wouldn’t be home until morning and things end up getting spicy between Joel and Y/N wink wink

Warnings: smut, bottom Y/N , alcohol, dirty talk, biting, multiple orgasms, teasing, praise.

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It was the Monday before Halloween, 2002 and Joel was excited to say the least, he loved the holiday and he loved seeing the subdivision full of life. He had got an early start on setting out decorations when he noticed that his neighbor, Y/N, was also starting early.

Y/N was chaotically putting out stringy fake cobweb decorations and it looked like he was struggling quite a bit.

Joel laughed to himself, noticing how Y/N kept getting his fingers caught in the fake webs and started to walk over to ask if he needed help.

“Hey! One second I’m almost…Fuck.” Y/N said before getting the decoration caught up by his shoulder somehow.

“Must’ve caught a thread, here, let me get it.” Joel offered up, reaching up to Y/N’s shoulder to grab the string. He pulled it off of his shoulder and handed it to him.

“Thanks, I can’t believe I’ve lived here for almost three months and never got your name, I’m Y/N.” He reached out his empty hand.

“Joel,” He smiled and went to shake Y/N’s hand, “Hey uh, I’m almost done over at my place if you need a hand.” he offered up.

“Oh, that would be really nice” Y/N smiled back at Joel.

The pair finished right as it was getting dark and after Y/N reached down to plug in the purple and orange lights, the two simply marveled at the decorating job they completed.

“Thanks Joel, I appreciate it.” Y/N rolled up his sleeves and looked over to the man next to him before speaking again.

“Hey, would you like to come have a couple drinks on Halloween and hand out candy? I mean it’s only fair because you helped me do all of this.” He motioned to the decorations.

Joel looked over at Y/N and thought for a second before replying with a simple, “Yeah that’d be nice”.

Flash forward to that Thursday and Y/N was sitting out in his driveway in a lawn chair watching Joel say goodbye to Sarah.

“If you need anything you tell Veronica’s mom to call me alright baby?” He said going to hug his daughter.

“Okay dad, love you!” She said turning to run towards her group of friends huddled on the street.

“Love you too baby! Have fun!” He yelled as she crossed to greet her friends.

Y/N noticed Joel run back inside his house and for a split second thought Joel had forgotten about their plans but then a group of trick or treaters started walking up his driveway and the thought slipped his mind.

Inside, Joel was running around his house finding all of the pieces for his costume, he dressed up every year and since Y/N had just moved in in July, he’d never known about Joel being one of the only adults on the street dressing up. He found all the pieces of the set as quickly as he could and looked in the mirror after he put all of it on. He smiled to himself and grabbed his cell and went outside.

Y/N was still sitting out in the lawn chair set up in his driveway when Joel walked over, “Hey Y/N sorry if I’m late at all, had to change real fast.” He smiled.

Y/N was absolutely awe struck. Joel was dressed up in full cowboy attire, decked out with a bandana around his neck and a leather hat on.

“No it’s all good Joel, there wasn’t any rush or anything. It’s still pretty early.” He said standing up to go grab a second chair so Joel could sit.

Joel found two cans of beer, one unopened and he assumed it was for him, but didn’t want to make himself too much at home and waited to wait til Y/N got back to ask to drink it.

Y/N came back with Joel’s chair in his arms and unfolded it so he could sit down.

“So, I’m guessing you dress up every year?” Y/N asked as he sat.

“No these are my normal clothes, is there something wrong with them?” Joel asked looking down at his clothes, looking up at, Y/N and laughing.

“You look nice Joel.” Y/N smiled.

“Oh, I almost forgot, here’s the drink I promised, we could always go inside and get more later if you want.” Y/N said, grabbing the can next to his own and handing it over to Joel.

“Thanks.” Joel grabbed the beer, opened it, and took a drink.

More kids came and went and then came and went again before Joel’s phone started ringing. He answered and talked for a few minutes before hanging up. Y/N glanced over at him while he was putting his phone back in his pocket, Joel looked over at him and started explaining the call.

“Sarah’s staying at her friends house tonight, so if your offer from earlier is still up we can go on inside.”

Y/N nodded and smiled “Yeah, we can go”

The pair stood up and Y/N got the chairs while Joel got the nearing empty cans and the candy bowl with about a handful left of candy to the front door and they went inside.

Joel was met with a pleasant smell as he walked in, Y/N’s house was beautifully decorated and incredibly clean. Joel thought back when he remembered that he has never seen a kid or another adult come in or enter and it hit him that Y/N lived alone.

“It’s uh, nothing special.” Y/N said noticing Joel looking around like he’s never been in a house before.

“you have a nice house, Y/N.” Joel said following the other man into the kitchen area.

“Are you a whiskey and coke man?” Y/N asked

“Take a look at me.” Joel said sitting down at the bar.

Y/N chuckled and grabbed two whiskey glasses and opening up the fridge to grab a two liter of coke. he brought the glasses and soda to the bar where the bottle of whiskey was sitting.

Joel was still sat in his costume, he took off his hat when he sat down but kept everything else on. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as he poured the drinks, Joel took a notice and smirked at the man in front of him.

Y/N finished pouring and scooted one of the glasses to Joel and watched as he took a swig. He swallowed thickly and felt the burn he’d grown to love go down his throat. He set the glass back on the table and raised both of his eyebrows

“Goes down smooth.” He said as Y/N finally took a drink, who nodded after putting his glass down next to Joel’s.

A few drinks later, almost half of the whiskey bottle was empty and Y/N and Joel were sitting on the couch watching a movie that Joel insisted was ‘the best thing to come out’. The first two buttons on Joel’s shirt had come unbuttoned and the bandana he had around his neck had disappeared. The two men had a very pleasant glow inside of them from the drinks.

Out of seemingly nowhere, Y/N had gotten hungry and remembered that he had bought cereal the day before and got the best idea on the planet.

“I’m gonna get some cereal, you want a bowl?” he got up to go to the kitchen.

“I’m good.” Joel replied from the couch.

Y/N saw out of the corner of his eye that Joel stood up and started walking over to him.

“You need something Joel?”

“mm-mm”

Joel sat down at the bar again and just watched as Y/N made his cereal.

“You sobering up?” Y/N asked, he was himself so he was curious about Joel’s state.

“Yeah.” he said.

His voice was deep and it sounded like he was tired, Y/N found it incredibly attractive.

Y/N sat his bowl down on the bar in front of Joel.

“Your costume looked really good tonight Joel.” he said not trying to hide that he was eyeing the man across the bar up and down.

Joel was taken aback by the sudden change in Y/N’s demeanor, he went from an awkward dude who kept getting stuck in fake cobwebs, and now he was talking him up.

It wasn’t a bad thing to Joel though.

“I bet you’d like it better if it was off, huh?”

Joel smirked and stood up

Y/N was suddenly speechless.

“Can’t be all quiet now, Y/N.”

Joel walked his way around the bar and stood in front of Y/N, who swallowed just as thick as Joel when he took the first drink of whiskey a few hours prior.

“Saw you eyeing me up all night pretty boy.”

Y/N said nothing again.

It was his turn to be shocked, he had never thought that Joel could get like this, but he could honestly get used to it.

“Joel are you completely sober.” it was less of a question and more like a demand to know.

“Yes Y/N, swear.” Joel replied.

“So you won’t regret kissing me?”

“Will you regret letting me kiss you?”

Y/N shook his head no and Joel leaned in to kiss him. As he deepened the kiss, Joel pushed him back to lean against the counter top. His arm snaked around Y/N’s waist and he took a sharp breath in through his nose.

Y/N was the first to pull away, but he took one look at Joel’s lust filled face and went right back in for another kiss. This one felt different from the other, there was a hunger in it. Both men knew that this wouldn’t be a kiss that lead to nothing.

Joel pulled away first this time.

“You tell me now if you don’t want this to go any further.” He said, he could one hundred percent tell that Y/N wanted to go further but he just wanted to make sure.

“I want to Joel, please.” Y/N whispered.

Joel moved off of Y/N and let him lead the way to the couch.

Y/N sat down and took off his thermal shirt and Joel un-buckled his belt and pulled it off before sitting down next to Y/N.

“How do you want to do this?” Joel asked looking over at Y/N.

“Can I sit on your lap?”

Joel nodded slowly and smirked once again as Y/N threw his legs over his own thighs. Y/N put his hands on Joel’s shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss.

Almost immediately Joel’s tongue prodded ad Y/N’s lips, he turned his head to the side a little bit to get a better angle to be able to let Joel into his mouth.

After the kiss, both were left breathless.

“If you keep smirking like that I’ll explode.” Y/N said as he panted slightly. Joel chuckled in response. He said nothing as he shrugged Y/N’s hands off his shoulders and leaned forward. He put his arms on Y/N’s hips to hold him in place and went straight for his neck. He kissed lightly at the space where Y/N’s shoulder and neck met. Y/N gasped as Joel bit down, it wasn’t hard enough to draw blood, but it was hard enough to make Y/N buck his hips up towards Joel.

Between Joel’s mouth and the friction in Y/N’s jeans, he let out multiple small whines and pleas. Joel pulled off of Y/N and looked at his neck, admiring the red blotches and bite marks on it.

“Joel please do something!” Y/N begged, grinding his hips down onto Joel’s, feeling everything in the process. Joel groaned at the friction that he caused between them.

“Fuck.” is all he said in response.

Joel reached down to un-button Y/N’s jeans as fast as he could. When he got them undone, he pulled the band of his boxers down and let his dick spring free. he spit in his palm and finally gave Y/N what he wanted the most.

Y/N’s head flew back as he let out a groan, his eyes screwed shut and he furrowed his brows.

“Look at me, Y/N.” Joel demanded, stopping his hand right at Y/N’s base.

Y/N pulled his head back up and opened his eyes, “Joel, please. Please don’t stop.” he whined.

“I don’t want you cummin’ yet baby,” Joel took his hand off of Y/N, “I want you comin’ completely undone with me inside you.”

Y/N was speechless for the second time tonight.

Joel leaned in to whisper to him, “Get up and take off your pants.”

“I know you’ve got lube and condoms around here somewhere, go get ‘em.” Joel said.

Y/N nodded and Joel watched him turn away and almost sprint to his room. He got everything and went back into the living room and saw that Joel had rid himself of his tight jeans and was slowly stroking himself with his head leaned back. Y/N tossed the lube and condom onto the couch cushion and finally got a good look at Joel’s dick. He for sure thought he would start drooling if Joel didn’t snap his head up when he heard the items hit the couch.

Y/N got back into Joel’s lap and went in for another kiss, after they pulled apart, Joel grabbed the lube from the cushion beside them and opened it up one handed. He squeezed a little bit onto his fingers and rubbed them against his thumb to warm up the gel. He decided he wanted to start slow and reached around to prod at Y/N’s entrance, maintaining eye contact with Y/N the whole time.

“Joel please stop teasing me.” Y/N’s hands ended up on Joel’s shoulders again and he dug his nails into the skin there.

Joel fit his middle finger next to his index and started scissoring them to stretch Y/N out. He writhed as Joel kept his movements at a steady pace.

“Joel ‘m gonna cum.” Y/N said as white hot pleasure took over his body.

He came with a long stretched out moan and Joel pulled his fingers out.

“D’ya think you could give me one more babe?”

Y/N nodded and looked down to see Joel’s dick leaking pre-cum onto his stomach and reached to wrap his hand around it. and Joel hummed in satisfaction.

“You’re being so good for me.” He said as Y/N picked up his speed.

Y/N stopped his hand and reached over for the condom. He opened it and started to roll it out onto Joel. The condom itself was pre-lubricated and there was still lube on Y/N’s hole so after it was rolled all the way on, Y/N lifted himself to give Joel room to reposition himself.

Joel held his dick in place as Y/N sat himself on it. The both of them groaned as Joel bottomed out.

“You’ve done this before, huh?” Joel asked moving Y/N’s hair off of his sweaty forehead.

“Mhm.” he nodded.

“So ya know how to ride?”

“Yeah.” Y/N breathed out heavily.

He put his hands back on Joel’s shoulders and used his arms to help himself lift halfway off of Joel and pushed himself back down with a whine, he kept us this rhythm for a couple minutes before Joel took his hand down to wrap around Y/N and stroke him in the same rhythm as his bouncing.

Y/N was squeezing around Joel’s cock and his jaw dropped to make an ‘o’ face.

“‘S so good keep goin’ baby” Joel’s hand had moved to Y/N’s waist and his jaw had tightened.

He thought for a second before slamming Y/N down onto himself and fucking up into him.

Y/N let out a stream of curses and Joel’s grip only got harder as he relentlessly slammed into him. Y/N brought a hand to his dick and started stroking with Joel’s thrusts. He let out one final ‘fuck’ as he came into his fist.

Joel didn’t stop though, “I’m almost there baby, c’mon.”

He let out a grunt when Y/N started grinding down on his dick. Small chants of ‘ah’ left his mouth as the man on top of him kept going. As Joels thrusts got sloppier and his grip on Y/N’s waist got tighter, Y/N knew he was close.

Joel came into the condom mere seconds later, “Fuck Y/N.” He panted.

Y/N got up off of Joel with minimal struggle, both of them were sensitive and neither wanted to hurt the other, and Joel pulled off the condom, tying it off and going to the bathroom to throw it away.

“Do you want to stay the night? It would be rude of me to tell you to go home.” Y/N said, grabbing his pants and boxers to throw them in the dirty laundry bin.

“Yeah, if it’s not too much trouble, can I shower though?”

Y/N nodded and brought him to his bedroom to shower in the en suite. He got into his dresser and got out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt for Joel to put on after he got out and laid it on the bathroom counter.

About ten minutes later, Joel left the bathroom in the pajamas Y/N had put out for him and saw that he was already in bed.

Joel got into the bed on the side that Y/N wasn’t on and got under the blanket. Just as he went to close his eyes, he remembered.

I have work tomorrow.

“I’ll call in sick.” he said to himself, seemingly forgetting he wasn’t alone.

“Hm?” Y/N asked, his voice filled with sleep.

“Nothin’,” Joel scooted closer to Y/N and closed his eyes “Goodnight.”

“Night Joel, thank you for staying.”

“‘Course.”

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blank-slate-jay · 2 years ago

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Joel/m reader, where Ellie is jokingly “disgusted” by how gay they act, kissing, holding hands in front of her, just being sappy etc etc ❤️

'Enough You Two'

Joel Miller X Male!Reader

Tags: Fluff, lots of fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Thanks for the submission! I won't even lie, I was smiling the whole time writing this. Hope you enjoy!

You, Joel and Ellie decided to call it for the day. After driving for most of the day, switching between you and Joel as the driver, tiredness was starting to set in. In addition, dusk was just upon them, there was no need to go any further.

Joel pulled the car off the road, driving them through a plain field until they were in the thick of the woods.

"Should be a good spot," Joel exclaims, stopping them with a heavy sigh under his breath. Stepping out the vehicle, he stretches, the cracks in his joints ringing out from being cooped up for hours. He groans in retaliation.

Ellie exits as well, followed by you out the passenger side. She excitedly huffs, as she steps away from the vehicle. "God, about time we stopped." She looks around at the trees, spread far apart from each other only to see more emptiness ahead. To her, it looked like Joel picked a good spot.

You wipe at your eyes, yawning as you place your bag onto the grass. You knelt down and started unpacking your stuff, pulling out the essentials needed for your camp spot. Flicking the sleeping bag until it was flat on the ground you look over to Ellie who looked to be trailing off. “Hey…” you call out.

She turns around.

“No wandering off. Get your sleeping bag out, okay?”

She obliged. If Joel had ordered her to do so, she’d probably retort, but you were at least nice to her so she does so. The girl places her resting spot a couple of feet away from yours, she felt the spacing was enough; giving her some room to feel the comforting aura you provided

Joel, was placing all their other needs just off to the side of the truck. Their lantern and of course his coffee maker. He couldn’t live without it. Afterward, he comes over to you with his sleeping bag, stretching it out next to yours. You were still rummaging through your bag, that is until Joel’s hand graced the back of your neck.

“I’ll keep watch," he says, "Sleep.”

You turn to him, “You sure? I can watch for a bit.” The man had to be just as exhausted as you were, if not more.

He shook his head, “m’sure. Rest, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart, Ellie repeats in her head. Interesting. It came out of left field for her and was so unexpected that she furrowed her brows unconsciously.

Joel continues, now glancing over at Ellie, "And you too," his demeanor switching from softly to a demanding tone. She doesn't argue still caught off guard by the sight of intimacy, so she just nods, watching as the older man walks away from you.

Ellie brings herself back to you, staring, in an almost judgmental manner. She waited until you took notice of her eyes piercing through you.

Locking gazes with her, you quickly look over your shoulders and then back to her. You thought she might be looking at something off to your side, but nope, she was staring right at you; into your soul.

"Didn't know he was your type," she starts, patting her blanket to flatten it out.

You tilted your head, confused, "Excuse me?"

She doesn't respond, only leaving you with the same look on her face, the one that voiced all she wanted to say passively.

She tucked herself into her bag, snuggling up inside the fabric. Still with nothing left to say, she closes her eyes, feeling your glare still burning into hers. She got comfortable, leaving you with her comment was something she wanted to have you chew on.

Sometime later, Ellie awoke from her slumber, feeling light as she didn't sleep for very long. The woods around her were dark, enough to frighten her if she'd forgotten that she had two guardians nearby.

Her eyes came into focus, seeing the lantern Joel had set up far out of reach, enough space to where the light couldn't touch her. Including you, who looked to be preoccupied with Joel's coffee maker. It looked as so, the small trail of steam was the dead give away.

She watches as you stabilize the maker, the high chimes finally low enough to where it was barely audible. You stood up then and walked off until you were out of sight for her. Ellie was too lazy to turn and follow where you'd went. It was likely your turn to keep watch anyway, hence the need for coffee.

She expected to hear one pair of footsteps, Joel to be exact, coming over to rest finally for the night. He needed it, more than anyone in the trio. Driving most the day and then getting on watch out duty, the man needed a break.

Instead it was two pairs of footsteps, both you and Joel walking over to the lightly lit area. You were pulling the man over, untangling your hands with his until you both were sat comfortably near the light.

Ellie watched as you poured the man some coffee into his canteen before handing it to him. With both of your backs to Ellie and your voices close to a whisper, it was difficult for her to listen in on the conversation.

No matter, it was probably something awfully uninteresting, she thought. Closing her eyes, she wanted nothing to do with you two much that night. If you two were going to be an intimate with each other she didn't wanna see. After all with you being shoulder to shoulder with Joel, she was sure things were headed that way.

She shuts her eyes, trying to get in as much sleep as she could. This didn't happen, not for long, as she heard a unrecognizable chuckle.

Her eyes fluttered open, gaze back on the pair. Sure enough Joel's back was heaving up and down, with his thick voice breaking through his laugh. The guy could actually crack up. That was surprising to Ellie. She almost smiled hearing him, but had no time to, cause next thing she knew both you and Joel were kissing.

To say that was expected, was about on par. Ellie expected this, but she wouldn't want them getting away with it scot free.

She gagged, high enough to catch the pair's notice. They turn back toward her, both with different expressions.

Joel made his feelings apparent by his annoyed sigh, "Shouldn't you be sleeping"?

"I was," she retorts, "But you two ruined it, being all up on each other."

You could feel Joel's irritation rise as he continued looking at the girl, menacingly. Interrupting the moment only served to make him more frustrated. Not so much for you since you adapted well to her bratty persona. She was just fucking with you two.

You grip onto Joel's shoulder to pull his focus back on you. "Don't worry about her. I'm gonna go keep watch."

Joel hesitated, but ultimately felt he needed the rest. He hands the rifle over to you. Before you could stand the man grabs your arm, preventing you from getting up. "Wake me up if you need anything."

You nodded, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss.

Ellie intervened, "Eww, gross."

Joel scoffs while you get to your feet, "Shut up," he orders.

Ellie could've continued her tiresome quips, she in turn, giggles and pulls her covers over half her face. You turn on your heels and walk off, smiling, finding the girl's attitude to be quite funny. She could be quite the pain in the ass, but couldn't deny her sense of humor was contagious.

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magnoliabutters · 2 years ago

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• THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T CARE •

pairing: joel miller x (18+, she/her) reader

summary: joel and ellie are tasked to move a package from jackson to san diego. little did they know you were the "cargo..."

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language, cordycep apocalypse related violence & weapons, canon divergence, tlou part 1 & 2 spoilers; angst, medium to slow burn, pet names, voyuerism, sub!joel and dom!reader, age gap in pairing, masturbation, etc.

word count: ~6.3k

support your writer: reblogs for daddy joel ✨🌿

request: by @yourmomsmilfmistress; katrina babes, i have another idea!!! i was thinking something along the lines of (whatever male character you want/ im not picky) is OBSESSED with reader and one day after a torturous hangout he starts to 🍆💦 ( ya know) after she leaves and for some reason it's not working and it's like he's just edging himself but (of course) reader comes and walks in on it and it's like sub!male and dom!reader smut!!!

note: um… most definitely. the way i thought of joel freaking miller instantly. sub male? common now 😈 we are set in a post-tlou part 2 world where no one died, abby who?, and ellie lives happily on the farm (aka 20+ age). also, loosely following the plot of part 1. for visuals of characters, i am moving forward with what we’ve seen so far of hbo’s part one and game’s part two casting. although as it’s older ellie, i went with video game looks. hopefully that makes sense. enjoy my fellow hoes ⚡️

Don't tell them your name. Just tell them you're there to see Maria.

His words keep running through your head as you gallop atop your trusted steed, Horse. He told you, repeatedly, that they will find you - not the other way around. All you needed to do was get to the vicinity of Jackson County. Well, you are about a mile into said county and you haven't come across a single person. Let alone, a single runner.

The two things cannot co-exist this far from the cities. If there are no runners or clickers, then there must be people. If there are infected, there are no people. But emptiness? That is something unheard of. It puts you on edge. You swear you want to just yell, yell to draw something out. But that would be stupid. You don't know how many are out here ... people or infected.

You hop over a razor wired fence in the middle of the road. Its height hits a the top of your knee. Perfect stop runners. Your first sign that people have been in this neck of the woods. The deeper you get into Jackson County, you wonder why all you need to say is "I'm here to see Maria." Would these people attack you and saying those words would be the only thing to stop them? Or are they dumb enough to bring just about anyone back into their town? You have absolutely no clue what he has signed you up for.

Fear stands your hairs on end. It fuels your adrenaline and heart as Horse guides you into an opened field. On the main road, you read a sign that displays "surface may be icy." You're thankful you were assigned this job in the middle of July. In front of you, you note green ivory glued to the brick walls of an old music store. The roads were shit, as usual. Cracks and bumps from overgrowth and lack of maintenance. You hope they are not too rough on Horse's shoes. She had them switched out in Colorado, back when you saw your people last.

Horse abruptly stops. Harsh enough for your full body to push up against her back. "Fuck," you grumble with a hand to your head. "What the hell?" You slowly open your eyes to note the clicker before you. With widening eyes, you swiftly reach to unhook your knife from the saddle. As quiet as a mouse, you hop off of the pillion and carefully land your feet on the grass below. You side step as you make your way closer. its clicks grow louder as it uses its echolocation in the opposite direction.

Your eyes are constantly moving, wondering if there are any other infected around. There is luckily no movement. Just one single clicker. The fungi sporadically growing throughout its body. The cordyceps on full display on its face - if you can even call it a face. In your last two steps, you rush up to it. You hook your arm over its chest. Your fingers curve over its shoulder as you grip tightly against the rough flesh. With your other hand, you stab your knife into the crook of its neck. It quickly became limp in your arms. You let slide off your body and ultimately onto the road.

"Drop the knife," you hear behind you. The voice is rough and booming. You gradually put your hands up. You drop the knife, careful to have it fall upon its hilt and not its blade. "On your knees," it bellows. You laugh, tilting your head to the side. "No can do," you scoff. "I only get on my knees when I want to." The man behind you laughs as he slowly walks up to you. His boots crunching against the dirt and gravel.

"On your knees," another voice appears. Despite its higher tone, it is just as rough. A smile grows upon your face as you carefully drop to your knees. "Oh for you, of course," you mutter to the woman. She quickly grabs hold of your wrist and places it behind your back. Her grip harsh and tight. You release a laugh as you lean back into your captor. "I'm here for Maria," you mutter.

Abruptly, the movements behind you stop. The grasp remains tight. "Maria?" the exasperated man's voice pushes through the air. His boots' steps become faster as he rushes behind you. "Why?" the woman asks. You feel the cool head of a gun at the back of your neck. "Hey, hey, hey," you furiously mumble. "I-I'm a smuggler. I'm with a group of people who told me Maria owes them one. I just got sent here for her to pay the debt."

The gun is pressed harder against your neck. "What debt?" the man's voice asks. You move your head to the side, attempting to pull yourself away from the gun's focused point. The gun holder makes sure it stays against your skin despite your movements. "I don't even know, man. I was just sent here. They told me to say 'I'm here for Maria' and that she would know what to do," you spit out.

You hear the man pace behind you. He sighs heavily. His voice hushed as he speaks towards the woman. "I don't feel good about this, El," he whispers. "Does she have any people in her past?" the woman asks. "Not that I know of," he says as those steps draw closer once more. You are suddenly pushed to the ground. You cut up your chin as you couldn't catch yourself in time. "Fuck," you mutter into the ground. "Your name," he mumbles. "I don't have time for games." You yell as your palms lay flat against the surface. "Rita," you quickly lie.

"Alright, Rita," the man's voice bustles behind you. "Let's go." Next thing you knew, a bag was pulled over your head. Your head was then banged against the hard rubber bedding of a truck.

They grip against the bag over your head so hard that it pulls on some of your hair as it uncovers your face. Your eyes slowly blink to adjust to the light. "Shit," you grumble as you relax your arms, only to realize that you were tied to a chair. Rope. Fuck, you think. Rope hurts the most.

"Now, Rita, I'm not going to ask again. Why are you here for Maria?" The familiar voice asks. You squint to look in his direction. A latino man with slicked black hair crouches before you. You look behind him to recognize that you were in a stable - a wooden stable. There is hay all over the floor, but no horses. What kind of stable doesn't have horses? As your eyes trail back towards your feet, you note red splotches staining the wooden floor below you. "Damn it," you whisper the elongated swear under your breath. You know exactly what kind of place this is.

"I told you already, man," you whine. "My people didn't tell me shit. Just that I was assigned a job and Maria owed a ride." You look into the brown eyes staring holes into your face. "I'm here to collect on that ride," you whisper. "To where?" the man asks. "I'll tell Maria ... once I get my ride," you answer with a smirk. The man raises his fist as his upper lip tenses. You wince at the sight.

“Tommy!” You recognize the woman’s voice as he holds back his fist. She walks out from the darkness of one of the stables. You smile at the sight. She looks younger than you. Her reddish brown hair gave you goosebumps. Her eyes a greenish blueish grey. Something you would have envied as a child. She some how looks sweet, but also has clearly endured so much in her short time.

“So, we have Tommy,” you share as you nod towards the man. “And El,” you murmur as you look up to her. You smile - a smile that El winces at. “I’m not here to cause trouble,” you sigh as you attempt to shrug against the chair. “I don’t want to give anyone grief. I just need to talk to-” Suddenly, a remarkable woman bursts through the doors. Another man at her side. Her eyes serious and hellbent. Her skin a deep and beautiful brown. She is undeniably gorgeous, and surprisingly pregnant. She definitely had the glow, complete with her large firmed bump. “Tommy, what the hell is this?” she asks sternly.

Maria, you think. They never gave you a picture, but you knew from the second she commanded that room. The second both Tommy and El backed away from you. Their hands either up or open at their sides. She was in charge. And she was headed right for you. “Maria,” you say with a sing songy voice. Her head shoots your way. “I need a ride.”

Maria stares down at your smile. Her upper lip pulls, just like Tommy’s. “Where?” she asks calmly. “San Diego,” you answer. “San Diego?” she scoffs. “I don’t owe them that much.” You tilt your head, smiling to yourself. “Well, someone thinks you do,” you smirk. Tommy grunts as he steps towards you. Maria quickly puts out an arm across his chest.

With a sigh, she returns her gaze to you. Her arm still across his chest. You are curious about those two. “I obviously can’t take you myself,” she mutters. “Obviously,” you affirm as you nod towards her stomach. “I’ll find you someone. You’ll leave in the morning,” she says carelessly. She turns around and speaks to her people. “Untie her,” she says under her breath.

The man who walked in with her quickly follows through with her demand. You rub your wrists and forearms where the rope’s red rings pressed into your skin. You stand with the devil’s smile across your face. El is the first to walk up to you, while Tommy’s eyes are still daggers. “Hey, sorry,” she says as she rubs the back of her neck. “Things didn’t go so well the last time a new person asked about one of our people.” You hum as you nod. “Make sense,” you say under your breath as you return your gaze to Tommy.

“Maria’s his wife,” El adds as she follows your eyes. “He’s been extra sensitive, given the baby and all.” You smile at her words. She pulls your attention. “It’s also Ellie by the way,” she mumbles. She gestures goodbye and walks out. “Rita?” the man asks. You look at him with confusion. “My name’s Jesse. Come on, follow me.” With hesitation, you follow the tall man out into the dark night.

Your eyes quickly fall upon the string lights crossing from building to building. It is so beautiful your mouth gapes open. “We have a small bed and breakfast for travelers,” he shares as he points to a building at the end of the street. “Shit - a bed and breakfast?” you scoff under your breath. As you walk, you note the happy and clean people randomly walking about. They are loud - comfortably loud. It must be nice.

“Where you from?” Jesse asks. His gaze stuck on you. “I don’t do small talk,” you say with a weak smile. “I don’t mean to be rude.” He laughs, raising his hands. “No, I get it. Just trying to make conversation,” he answers. “Oh, well if we’re making conversation, tell me what your favorite color is,” you teasingly laugh. He chuckles, shooting you a sweet smile. “Orange,” he scoffs. “You?” You nod, smiling as you step onto the front deck of this apparent bed and breakfast. “Green.”

With quick goodbyes, you go inside and easily secure your room. The room is on the first floor. Inside the small space, you have a worn down desk, chair, and bed. Your pack is already resting against the foot of the bed frame. You grab the back of the chair and hook it underneath the door’s knob. You turn the lock and deadbolt the door. When you finally lay back to rest, you reflect on your day. It didn’t go as well as you had hoped - as you had been told. But at least you are alive. At least you are on your way to San Diego.

After the best sleep of your life, Jesse led you to a building across the way. Maria, Tommy, Ellie, Jesse, another woman and a man sit alongside a long dinner table. The woman appears sweet. She sits closely to Ellie. The man is something else. His demeanor laid back, like he had no care in the world. His face kind, but also worn thin after years of this shit world. You can immediately see through the facade and know he is good. But damn does he give off such a strong guard dog vibe. He has random patches of grey amongst his black hair and beard. His eyes dark, but youthful. You struggle to keep your eyes off of him. He watches you, though. He sized you up as soon as you walked through the door.

“Rita,” Maria calls out. You are too busy attempting to watch him through your eye lashes. “Rita,” she says louder. You quickly turn your attention to her. Only now remembering that Rita was the name you gave them. “Yes,” you answer with high energy. “These are my best people,” she shares. “I want Joel and Ellie on this.” Ellie sits up straight, shocked as she exchanges looks with the girl beside her. The two begin to discuss in hushed tones. The man abruptly turns towards Maria, disingenuously laughing under his breath. “No, Maria,” he scoffs. “That ain’t happening.” The man stands, his hands firm against the table. He must be Joel. Rarely have you met someone who’s name perfectly fits them. It makes you smile.

Maria sighs as though she saw this coming. “I would go myself-” she starts. “So let me go,” Tommy interjects. Joel and Maria quickly respond “no” in unison. Maria takes a breath as she slowly looks to her partner. “I’m about to pop. You can’t go,” she whispers. “I need you.” Tommy solemnly nods as he looks back towards the rest of the group. Maria turns back to Ellie with patient eyes. “Ellie, Dina - are y’all okay with this?” she asks. Dina nods, looking at Ellie. "J.J. will be fine. You should go," she whispers. Ellie then turns to Maria and nods.

Joel's scoff could be heard from two buildings down. "This is bullshit, Maria and you know it," he yells as he slams his hand against the table. Tommy stands, pointing towards him. "Watch it, Joel," he warns through gritted teeth. Maria takes a breath as she looks between Ellie and Joel. "You two have gone across state lines more times than any of us. This should be easy as pie," she says softly. He rolls his eyes as a deep, unenthused chuckle falls from his lips. "What's the cargo?" he asks with furrowed brows as he looks off in the distance.

Maria turns towards you. She rakes over you with slight confusion and hesitation. Within a second, there was a moment where her face smoothed out. She took a breath and returned to Joel. "She is," she states with finality. Your face remains looking down the table, but your eyes travel to Joel's seat. He gradually turns to look at the group. With a guttural growl, he says, "Absolutely not." Maria throws her hands up. "Joel, they will come to collect. I will not put anyone else's life in danger," she yells.

"If they come to collect, they can take her dead body," Joel booms as he pulls a gun from his holster and points it towards your head. You remain still. Your breathing intensified as the remainder of the group stands to their feet. "Joel," Maria says softly. "We need her - whether you like it or not. We need her in San Diego." Joel exhales through his flared nostrils. His mouth tight as he looks down at you through the sights of his pistol.

"What's so important about her?" he asks as he lowers the gun. Maria sighs in relief. "I don't know," she shakes her head. "All I know is these people helped us in a pinch back when me and dad started up. They said they'd come to collect and all they needed was a team to get something to San Diego." Tommy watches her intently. It must have been the first time she shared this with him. "I've seen what these people have done when groups don't pay up, Joel," she mutters. "We will not win that fight without losing everything."

Joel sucks his tongue against the back of his teeth. He holsters his gun and walks towards the front door. He hooks a backpack over his shoulder and turns back towards the group. "Ellie?" he asks as he slowly opens the door. You turn to watch Ellie kiss Dina. She presses her head against hers and whispers things you cannot make out. They separate with a strong embrace. Ellie walks towards Joel. "You coming, Rita?" she calls out behind her. You stand immediately. Your shocked eyes fall upon Maria and Tommy as you attempt to process everything that has happened in the past few minutes. You grab your pack and walk out to meet the pair in the street.

Ellie watches Joel with trust and a hint of distaste. You wonder about their story. As you walk up, the two stop talking and turn to look at you. "Hello," you greet awkwardly. "While we're out there, you do exactly what I say - when I say. Understand?" Joel says sternly as he points a finger in your face. How could those sweet eyes simultaneously look so threatening? "Understood," you whisper under your breath as you exchange looks with Ellie.

Joel quickly turns and heads straight to what looks like a mechanic's garage. "Does he always have a stick up his ass?" you ask as you skip to catch up with Ellie. She smiles, nervously biting her lip. "At first," she mutters under her breath as her eyes remain on him. "The Chevy," he asks a man standing behind the desk. He promptly hands him keys without question. You nod, noting how nice it must be to live in Jackson.

"Chevy, huh?" you say, attempting to start a conversation with the man. Joel completely ignores you as he slides the keys into the door handle. "Nice try, but he's not going to crack for a while," Ellie whispers in your ear as she walks to the other side of the truck. You laugh as you open the side door and hop into the backseat. "Seatbelt," he says softly as he points Ellie's way. "Oh," she mutters as she slides it over her body and clips it at her side.

The three of you sat in silence for the first hour of the trip. It was unbearably boring. Wyoming's sights were not as incredible outside of Jackson county. You wish you could sleep, but did not trust the two enough to even try. "Joel," Ellie starts but continues to laugh. "Remember when we cleared this hotel. Remember the tomatoes?" She laughs so hard that she holds her stomach. She leans fully against the passenger seat as she kicks her feet up. You swear you watch Joel crack a smile as he watches the girl burst into a laughing fit. You wish you got a better look.

"What happened with the tomatoes?" you curiously ask Ellie. She turns, struggling to speak between laughs. As she starts, Joel quickly interrupts her. "Don't tell her anything. She's cargo, nothing more," he instructs. Ellie sinks into her chair. Her expression perplexed as she seemed excited to share. "Just cargo, huh?" you taunt. His face remains still as he eyes focus on the road. "Wow, you Jackson people are the sweetest I've ever met," you say sarcastically. "Maybe I should just dip out on this trip. I can probably make it on my own."

Joel quickly slams against the breaks. Your shoulder digs into the back of his seat as you let out a stunned groan. "What the hell?!" you yell. "We are taking you to San Diego, or we are taking your body," he turns to say with stern eyes. You place distance between you two. A sudden rush of alertness and danger bursting through your body. "Let me be clear. I don't care if you're dead or alive by the end of this trip. We are paying off Maria's debt," he seethes. "I'd recommend shutting up if you plan to get there alive."

You suck your tongue against your cheek as you laugh under your breath. You lean back harshly against the back of your seat. "Eyes on the road, asshole," you say as you nonchalantly gesture towards the street. He rolls his eyes as he faces forward behind the wheel. He presses on the gas gradually. Ellie sits in awkward silent with a tight lip. She finds comfort in looking out the window.

Less than a week has gone by and you are barely crossing the border into Utah. In each passing day, you learn something new about Ellie. She loves to draw. She met her partner, Dina, on the first day she got to Jackson. Her son is named after Jesse and Joel. She calls him her "potato" - an incredible nickname you find endearing. The days are starting to blend together, but Ellie remains a highlight of each.

Joel, on the other hand, has remained annoyingly silent. He solely speaks to Ellie. If he does choose to talk to you, it is usually some demand where he forgot how to say "please." He is abundantly cold. It is infuriating. Here and there, you catch him staring your way. His glimpses seem familiar, as opposed to his usual and intentional looks of anger.

He never looks at your eyes, but his gaze tends to fall on your lips and hair. Any time you caught his eye line, he would immediately look away. The way his gaze lingered on you always left you in a ball of confusion. You thought you would have been on edge, being stared at for hours on end. Yet, you loved it. It made you feel seen. It made you feel beautiful. If he wasn't so vocal about his disapproval, you would think he had a "thing" for you. For now, you just enjoy his looks - hoping they are filled with adoration and not hatred.

Luckily for the three of you, communication was not needed as much when taking out the infected. The trio even came across a group of clickers a day ago. Without saying a word, the three put on their gas masks and stepped into the spores. They could all hear the clicking echoing through the old and damaged walls. With only nods and looks, the three separated and silently took down each clicker.

You turned to look at them with excitement. “That was awesome!” you said joyously. “Very SWAT-team.” Ellie was kind enough to crack a smile as she cleaned her blade on the side of her jeans. You turned to Joel, waiting for any reaction. He gave you absolutely nothing. He shook off the blood on his machete and gracefully placed it back onto his backpack. He then immediately moved toward the cabinets in front of him to search for supplies. God, did he really not have a sense of humor?

Tonight, you find yourself resting beside Ellie in a closed off room. The day was once again filled with ambiguous look exchanges with Joel. Your body aches from taking out runners. You wonder if you'll be in pain for the entire trip. The room rests at the end of a long hallway with no other entrances or exits. The only doorway to the outside was located at the end of the hallway and was guarded by the one, Joel Miller. You continued to wrestle with sleep as you lay uncomfortably in your sleeping bag. You have now spent hours staring at the plant infested ceiling. Ellie, luckily, rests peacefully at your side. She felt safe enough to put earbuds in to help her sleep. Another thing of hers to be jealous of.

After a few hours, you decide that it will most likely be impossible for you to sleep tonight. You quietly stand and put your pajama shorts over your undies. You open the door into the hallway. It's long corridor was scarier at night. You pull your flashlight from your pocket. Clicking it on, you remind yourself that the only door is at the very front. You would undeniably see if anyone entered the dark hallway with you.

As you reach the end of the hall, you begin to hear quiet moans coming from the other side of the door. Your mind quickly rushes to the thought of a runner making their way inside. But once you hear slight heavy breathing and groans, you immediately recognize that the sounds were coming from Joel. Excitement bursts through your chest as you press your ear against the door. You could not have imagined a better sound escaping his lips. His groans sound so sweet, so supple. You wish you could be the reason they fall from his lips.

You nervously turn back to see that the door at the other end of the lengthy hallway remained close. There was no way anyone would be able to hear at the other end. Not unless they were right where you were standing. With a smile, you hear his breathing louden. You wish you could see him. See his brows pulling together as his mouth hangs open. You wish you could watch him stroking himself. You would bet on your life that his cock was large and girthy. You have been stealing glances of it beneath his tight jeans.

Your mouth starts to water as you hear his moans grow louder. It takes all your strength and will not to burst through the doorway and beg him to let you help. God, would you absolutely beg for that man - without question. You wonder who's on his mind. Who could possibly be the lucky person whom he is wanking off to? Your legs feel weak. You actually contemplate sitting down and playing with yourself alongside his intoxicating moans.

“Oh, Rita,” you hear fall from his mumbling lips. Your entire body lights up with pleasure. He is thinking about you… Your legs buckle beneath you as you struggle to stay standing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hear escape his lips. He must be close. You swear you can hear the slapping against his skin. All your blood rushes towards your clit. You want him - bad.

Out of no where, Joel stops. You hear a sound of frustration but remain curious. Was he edging himself? Shit. Why is that even hotter? you think to yourself. His moans slowly start again. Your mouth hangs open as you tighten your knees together. The friction feels good but it’s definitely not enough. You wish you could touch him. You wish he would be muttering your name as your hand strokes his dick. You wish his big hands could hold your head down as you take all of him in your mouth.

Almost as though you two were connected, Joel’s moans started to repeat more and more. His breathing heavies as your knees tighten harsher and harsher against themselves. Your clit now pulsating, desperate for stimulation. You cover your mouth, hoping your own gasping breaths were not loud enough to hear in the other room.

His voice strains as he gets closer and closer. He mumbles again, “Yes, Rita.” Shit, why aren’t you already in there? Your entire body is on fire but, oh, so nervous. You hear his skin slapping against each other. His moans growing louder. You hear a bump against the wall. His voice begins to break. God, he’s so fucking close.

“Oh baby just like that,” Joel whines. “Cum for me,” you whisper on repeat. Then silence fills the air. You worry if he might have heard you. You’re sure that him catching you listening in is so much worse than you catching him jacking off. “Damn it,” he yells softly with a grunt. That’s when you realize he isn’t edging on purpose. It seems like he can’t get past that final push. To release all that pent up energy.

You could help him. You know you want to. It’s the right thing to do. He must be in so much pain - all swollen down there, thinking about you. You would be helping him. You are so selfless. With a deep breath for courage, you quickly knock and open the door.

You spot Joel in his jean shirt. His legs are spread wide while he sits, bare, on the couch. His pants wrapped around his ankles as he holds his lengthy cock in one hand. His head rests back onto his other. As he hears the door creak open, he nervously grabs hold of a pillow and covers himself. You have never once seen shock and worry on the man’s face until now.

“Shit,�� he yells as he scrambles to cover himself. You play dumb, covering your gaping mouth with your hand. “I’m so sorry Joel,” you whisper. “I-I thought I heard my name so I came out here,” you slyly taunt as you end with a smirk. Joel’s usual annoyed face returns as he realizes you know the truth. “Why didn’t you just come get me?” you ask innocently as you sit on the arm rest of his couch.

Joel watches you in confusion as he recognizes your advances. “I shouldn’t have done this, I’m-” he starts. You swiftly interrupt, “No need for apologies. I’m just confused is all.” You gracefully fall beside him. Your bare thigh touching his. The tips of your fingers dance atop his thigh. His grip onto the pillow covering his unit grows tighter by the second. “I thought you didn’t care about me,” you whisper as you lean closer to his face. You are now still, a few inches from his face.

"We don't have to do this," Joel mutters. His teeth locked as he watches you. He must think he's in danger. No, its quite the opposite. "Do what, Joel?" you ask as you pull away from him. You note a chair across from him. His backpack is sprawled over it. You carefully carry the backpack and place it closer to him. To show him that you are not something to be scared of. You then turn to sit in the chair. Your legs spread open as you bite your lip. Your eyes rake over the vulnerable man in front of you.

Joel watches you. He takes in shaky breaths. It is almost as though he is more nervous, now that he understands your intent. "Don't stop on my accord," you say as you gesture towards him. You slowly cross your leg over the other, batting him off with your eye lashes. You gently laugh as you watch him sit still, uncomfortable. "Oh, I get it," you murmur with a nod. "You need help." You watch your shoulder as you slowly push your spaghetti strap off it. You do the same with the other side. When you look back at him, a smirk is shown across your face.

His eyes are darker than normal. He still holds the pillow firmly against the skin between his legs. "Don't stop, Miller," you whisper as you slowly pull your shirt up. You expose your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples immediately harden. He involuntarily bites his lip as his eyes grow full of wonder. With that, he gradually pulls the cover off and shows his enormous cock. You start salivating. Fuck, you knew it would be big.

Joel's thumb starts to move slowly up and down his shaft. His eyes now fully on you. No pulling away this time. Pleasure fills your chest as you raise your chin and open your mouth. You lick your lips, hell-bent on tasting him. He starts to smile between soft moans. His rubbing becoming quicker as your hands calmly travel up your stomach and to your tits.

His breathing shakes harder as your fingers circle your nipples. Your tongue resting gently against your bottom lip. He loves it. His moans become louder as he watches you. "Oh baby," escapes his lips as he watches your sensual movements. "The name's y/n," you whisper. You smile at the shock spreading across his face. "I want to make sure you're moaning the right girl's name this time."

"Your name's y/n," Joel mutters under his breath. His movements stop as he watches you gradually open your legs. Your shorts clearly expose your inner thighs. It shows enough to give him the slightest sneak peek. "And your name is Joel," you coo. “Does that change anything?” He scoffs. A smile spreads across his face. First time you’ve seen it and shit is it beautiful. “Not a single thing,” he mutters. “Then rub one out for me, daddy,” you whisper as your hand travels down your stomach and atop your shorts.

Joel presses his tongue against his cheek as his smile grows larger. His hand starts to rub against his hardened cock. His fingers wrapped around his girth. You bite your lip. You wish it was your hand, but you are not giving up control. “Yeah, start slow,” you murmur as you adjust in your seat. His eyes track you. His eye line at your lips, waiting for the words to just flow out.

His breathing intensifies as he drops his jaw in excitement. “Ooo, just like that,” you whisper as you try to maintain deep breaths. Your clit begins to pulsate. Begging you to jump atop of him. “What next, y/n?” he asks with a gaping mouth. He fully enunciates your name with a smirk at the end. You laugh as your brows bounce. “Hm,” you think aloud. Your finger tapping against your chin. “Have your other hand play with your balls.”

Joel’s brow raises as he’s slightly taken aback. “Don’t make me say it twice,” you playfully seethe through your teeth. He sighs with a smile as his other hand moves from atop his thigh. He cups his balls slowly. A thumb rubbing between them. You suck in a deep breath as you adjust again in your sit. You can’t get comfortable. Your body screams that the only seat you want is on his lap.

His lower jaw keeps moving as deep breaths fall from his lips. “Shit,” he breathes. His eyes close ever so slightly. “Mmm’such a good boy,” you whisper. “Let me hear you.” He gasps as the muscles in his legs begin to tighten. He lets out a low moan. One so deep your entire body shakes. You let out a hesitant breath as your hand covers your mouth. You are trying so hard to keep in control, to be the dominant one - but shit did you want him to wreck your pussy so badly.

“I know you can moan louder than that,” you murmur with a grin. Joel softly laughs and quickens his movements. His breath is fast. His eyes closed. He sits up straighter. His hand slaps against his skin. You spot precum falling from his tip. “Shit,” you mumble under your breath. His head starts to fall back. It rests against the wall. He moves faster and faster. You squeeze your thighs together, holding your breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines. You could just about faint. “God, you’re going to make me cum, y/n.” You dig your nails into your thighs. You want nothing more than to see this gorgeous man cum all over himself. “Cum for me, Joel,” you whisper in excitement. Your entire body feels on fire. Goosebumps travel throughout your skin. “I want your big cock deep inside me, Joel. Please cum for me,” you gripe in an innocent voice.

“Oh, fuck,” Joel moans as his brows pull together. He squeezes his eyes shut tighter than before. You hear his voice raise in pitch. Higher and higher as his body moves faster and faster. You note him thrusting into his own hand. He looks so strong. He would feel so good thrusting inside of you. Finally, his breathing fastens and he starts to moan louder than before.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming, y/n,” he whisper yells as his body tenses up. You immediately rush in front of him. You sit on your knees as you watch the show, up close and personal. Beads of cum stream down his elongated cock as he strokes firmly. You place much effort in keeping your hands to your sides. You watch as his breaths begin to slow.

“Fuck, Joel,” you say breathless. His eyes start to open. He lets out a gentle laugh through his smiling face. You crawl between his legs. His smile quickly falling as he curiously watches you. There you sit, his softened unit before you. “Your turn to help me, Miller,” you say as you bite your lips. His smile re-emerges as his hand pushes your shoulder back towards the ground. His body slides over you until his face hovers above yours. “Yes, ma’am,” Joel whispers as he plants a kiss on your lips so hard, yet so soft, that you completely fall head over heels for the man.

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*edit: there shall be & here it is

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bonkwosher · 2 years ago

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Ho could you do a joel x reader where maybe tess is jealous. And maybe that we get close to ellie ?

A/N: I just got caught up on the show for this... Bill & Frank- I need a hug, they are so precious. Anyways, yes, this. I'm not hung up on anything /j /lh

Pairings: Joel Miller x GN!Reader

Contains: Jealous Tess (obviously), Bill & Frank (CRY ABOUT IT), family member death, implied age gap (10ish years), only one bed? lmao, reader gets injured

2009, Six years after the apocalypse started

You were in your late-20s when you wound up lost & alone. Your dad was a conspiracy theorist before the outbreak & he kept you safe. You lived in a bunker in the middle of some random forest. Everything was fine, you were as happy as one could be in a zombie-infested world. Well... you were until your dad didn't come back from hunting. After a week, you went outside. The color assortment that filled your vision had you borderline overwhelmed. While taking in the view, a guttural sound hits your ears. You turned to see your father, infected & staring at you like a starving predator.

"No," you muttered, there was no way he could've been bit, right?

Your denial was ripped from your body when he began to run at you. You screamed & sprinted off, out of the forest. As you ran, a fence slowly came into view. Safety? You beelined towards your possible safe haven, barely taking note of the tripwire on the floor. At the last second, you jumped over it & kept running. You continued running until a gunshot went off. you quickly stopped & raised your hands above your head.

"I'm not infected!" You yelled, gulping & closing your eyes.

The fact that the sounds of your assailant had stopped made you turn your head. Your father, or what was left of him, lay dead on the floor. A bullet hole on either side of his head.

"It's just a stray infected, Frank!" Bill shouted from behind you.

No sudden movements, they'll shoot, "I'm not infected! Please, I need help."

"Turn around!"

You turned slowly to face the man. He was tall, 50s maybe older, the more important detail was the large gun pointed at your head.

"That's a hunting rifle, my father loved to hunt," you tried to find common ground.

"Where is he now?"

You nodded behind you. Bill slowly leaned to the side to look past you & kept a poker face, his boyfriend did not, "You poor thing."

"How are you alive when he's...?" Bill trailed off.

"My father was a prepper, I just got home from college graduation the day that things went to shit. This is my first time seeing a color other than gray in years."

"When did you last eat?" Frank yelled from behind the fence.

"Five days ago."

"Oh my god, Bill, let them in!"

Bill seemed very upset, "Hold your horses. You, stand still & keep your arms in the air."

Bill pulled out a cordyceps scanner & held it to your head. You know you weren't bit but you still were afraid it would show red. The device beeped & Bill gave it a cursory glance before nodding towards the gate. You two walked back & into the gated town.

Frank directed you to the shower & laid you out some of their clothes for the meantime (They totally take you to the boutique later). As much as Bill wants to kick you out immediately, Frank convinces him otherwise. You eat a meal & cannot stop completing Bill's cooking. As soon as you finish, Frank asks you to sit on the couch while he talks to Bill.

"We have to let them stay, they're practically a child!" Frank whispered.

"No, absolutely not. We do not have to do anything to help them."

"Okay, Bill. We don't need to. I- I want to," Frank hesitated with his words, knowing no matter what, he'd upset his boyfriend.

"They could hurt us."

"They don't want to!"

"You don't know that!"

Frank grabbed Bill's arm & led him into the living room. You were curled up in a ball & fast asleep. Bill's eyes softened for a moment, he knew he wouldn't win this argument.

Bill was cold around you initially, but he grew to care for you. Frank, on the other hand, practically babied you. He wanted to do everything for &/or with you. He would style you, go on runs with you, teach you how to garden & paint, whatever made you happy. You quickly became something like his own child. You tried your best to learn from Bill, thinking it would allow you to be closer. Boy, were you right. When you asked him to teach you how to hunt he wanted to sign the adoption papers right there (if there were any). Although you were a full-grown adult, it became an unspoken thing that you were their child. You thought you wouldn't see another human until one day you heard your fathers fighting outside.

"Well, I've been talking to a nice woman on the radio!" Frank yelled (I'm too tired to find the exact lines).

There was a pause, "YOU WHAT?!"

Within a couple days, visitors appeared at your gate. The three of you walked up to the gate, all dressed nicely. The only thing that reminded you that you were in the apocalypse was the fact that a gun rested at your hip & another was pointed by Bill, right at the visitors.

"Please put the gun down, Bill."

"It's me, Tess! I brought my friend Joel like I said!" The woman yelled.

You became distracted by the man for a second. He was tall & dressed in a nice brown jacket & jeans, a gun holstered on his hip as well. He's smart. Frank let the two in & scanned them to keep Bill sane.

"They're healthy, Bill!" Frank turned to you, "Y/N, take Joel to get some vegetables for lunch. It'll make cooking lunch easier for your father. I'm going to show Tess around."

"Alright," you spoke quickly, desperately trying to hide the fact that hanging out with this handsome stranger excited you.

Joel gave you a soft smile as he walked towards you. Unbeknownst to you, Tess saw your cheeks flush as you looked up at her friend. She gave an unseen glare in your direction before Frank whisked her away for a tour. You lead Joel to the main garden, filled with vegetables.

"So... they're your fathers?" Joel tried to start a conversation.

"Well, you know, not biologically. They took me in last year & kind of... adopted me."

"Aren't you an adult?"

"Twenty-nine, yes. I don't care, it's nice to have a family in these times."

"I guess you're right."

You two knelt down next to the garden to pick some carrots.

"Is Tess your...?" You began, seeing if you even had a chance.

"It's complicated, I guess, no."

"Oh, I'm sorry to pry."

You both reached for the same carrot & you grabbed Joel's hand on accident. You jumped & apologized profusely.

"Hey, Y/N, it's okay," hearing his deep, southern voice say your name sent chills down your spine.

"We- We should pick some lettuce or something, I don't know."

"You don't have a list?"

"No."

"Lettuce it is."

The two of you picked vegetables for a while longer & Joel offered to carry everything back for you. Arguably, a good thing for two reasons. One, you didn't have to waste your strength. Two, you ended up falling flat on your face & not one vegetable was harmed. Your leg caught on a root of an overgrown tree & you hit your head on the sidewalk. Your consciousness level was unstable at best, Joel set the vegetables down & picked you up.

"Bill! We need some bandages!"

Joel opened the door & brought you into the dining room, setting you down in a chair. Bill entered the room & saw you hurt.

"What happened?!"

"They fell while we were walking, hit their head on concrete."

Joel lightly pressed a towel to your forehead, "We're lucky, no broken skull. Can you get some bandages?"

Bill left & returned with a first aid kit & pulled out some rubbing alcohol, pouring a little onto your cut. You winced & Joel's hand darted to yours, offering you comfort through reassuring squeezes. The two men wrapped your head in some bandages & brought you random snacks.

"Feeling any better?" Joel was still holding your hand.

"Yes, thank you. I'm such a klutz sometimes."

"Well then, I think I need to come back more often to make sure you don't hurt yourself," Joel gave you a small smile before looking down at your hand.

Tess & Frank walked through the front door talking about possible trades. Tess had picked up the basket of vegetables that you two had left behind.

Frank noticed you in the kitchen & rushed to your side, holding your face with both hands, "Y/N, what happened?"

"I'm fine, I just tripped again. Joel bandaged me up & stopped the bleeding," You spoke softly & gave Joel's hand a squeeze to say 'thank you.'

"Thank you, Joel, you don't even know how much this means to me," Frank stood up & took the vegetables from Tess before heading to the kitchen, "Keep them safe, I'm going to help Bill in the kitchen."

Tess looked down at your & Joel's hands then held eye contact with Joel. She directed a glare at her friend. Joel looked at the floor & quickly pulled his hand from yours. You looked over at Joel only for him to stand up & walk towards the kitchen.

"I'm going to see if they need help in there."

With that, you were left alone with Tess. She seemed nice, but you managed to miss all her looks & just thought something was up with Joel.

"Joel & I are together," Tess finally broke the silence, crossing her arms.

Well, now you didn't want to be a home wrecker, "Good for you two."

"Get the hint, kid. It means back off."

"I'm not a kid."

"Oh shut the fuck up, Joel is at least ten years older than you. You're practically a baby."

You paused to figure out how to word this, "Look... I don't want to cause any problems. Joel told me there was nothing going on between you two. Plus, we met maybe half an hour ago, nothing was happening."

Tess dignified your response with a nod before sitting down. You two sat in silence for a moment. You heard a lot of metal clinking coming from the kitchen.

"Y/N! Come help Joel!" Frank yelled.

You entered the kitchen to see Joel on his knees picking up a pile of utensils. How did he manage this?! You knelt down beside Joel & began picking up all the utensils. Once they were collected, you handed them to Bill & Frank to wash. They, in turn, trusted you two to bring out the plates & glasses.

"Don't drop them this time, Joel," Frank teased.

The two of you walked outside & began setting the table. Tess sat on the porch & watched you.

"How'd you end up dropping everything, that looked like you emptied the whole drawer," you laughed.

"Your father, Frank, stepped away from the sink at just the right time to bump into me as I was heading outside with everything."

"Well, maybe you need me to make sure you don't hurt yourself either," you teased, giving him a light jab to the arm.

Joel looked down & smiled, "Yeah, maybe I do."

"Joel! Come over here, I need to talk to you about the trade deal we're making!" You two finally noticed Tess on the porch.

Joel gave you a soft smile, maybe saying he was sorry to leave again, & ran off toward Tess.

Joel & Tess chatted on the porch while you finished setting the table. Every time Joel would unknowingly turn his attention to you, Tess would do her best to pull his attention back. She was growing annoyed each time you'd walk by, drawing his eyes to you. Still believing the two of them were in a relationship, you resisted the urge to touch his arm or pat his head as you walked by each time, simply to remind him you were there. Not like he needed you to remind him anyways, he was doing pretty good at that by himself.

Lunch was short, Bill kept a gun pointed at Joel for a while, much to your & Frank's chagrin. Frank decided to show Tess something & left you with Joel & Bill. You continued to eat your food as the two of them spoke.

"If my," Joel paused & looked at you, "If I had a partner that did this, I'd be upset too."

You were genuinely confused & hiding it didn't even come to mind. Joel placed his hand on your arm, pulling your focus back to him.

"Something on your mind?" He chuckled.

I shouldn't bring it up, "It's nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Frank had decided it was too late to let your visitors return home, they had to stay the night. After dinner, you took the dishes & began washing them. You could hear the conversation, even with the door closed.

"Alright, Y/N can share their bed with one person, the other can have the couch in the living room."

Joel practically jumped the gun but did his best not to sound excited, "I can share the bed with Y/N."

Tess looked shocked. Frank looked at Bill with a knowing smile.

"I-I mean, I'm too tall for that couch. It would be uncomfortable. Tess would fit, right Tess?"

"Yeah, you're right."

You walked back into the dining room & Frank asked you to show Joel to your room. You avoided eye contact with Tess & walked toward your room, the only thing implying Joel was following you was the sound of heavy footsteps. You arrived & opened the door, allowing Joel to walk in first. He silently admired your room while you hopped onto your bed. It was getting late so you were already on the verge of knocking out.

"Ready for bed?" You asked with a yawn.

"Just about," Joel spoke as he saw you bury yourself in the covers.

"It can get pretty cold in here at night, but maybe with the two of us it'll be tolerable."

Joel took off his shoes & climbed into bed next to you. Your comforters were softer than he'd felt in years.

"Oh my god, this is so much better than the QZ," Joel turned to face you & the reality of the situation hit you like a truck.

Your face was extremely red now. You were sharing a bed with this stranger you just met, who may or may not be in a relationship, & you have a huge crush on him. His face was close enough to the point where you could feel his breath.

"Are you & Tess together?" You felt like a broken record.

"You already asked that," Joel chuckled, pulling more of the blanket on top of him.

"Well, Tess said you were together."

"I guess, together in the sense that we came here together (This himbo lmao), but we aren't dating."

"Oh, she seemed upset when she saw us holding hands."

Joel let out a huff, "Alright, Tess & I... we had a thing. I don't know, but it's over now. It does feel weird trying to flirt with attractive strangers in front of her."

Joel looked up with a small smirk, as if you could become any redder.

"You- Wait, you were flirting with me?"

"Maybe a little," he teased.

"I like you, Joel."

Joel placed wrapped a hand around your waist & pulled you close, "I like you too, Y/N."

Joel looked down at your lips then back to your eyes. You seemed to finally catch on & nodded, bringing another small smile to Joel's face. He closed the gap between you two.

A/N: Not my best work but I'll edit it at some point. I forgot about the Ellie bit but I can make a part two or another one-shot. Tada!

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zomb1e-boy · 2 years ago

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You Are My Purpose

Joel Miller x TransMasc! reader

Fluff and a tiny bit of angst.

Traveling on the road with Joel and Ellie leaves you and Joel to talk. Not something Joel's a fan of. Takes place in early episode 4. (And thank you to @whiskeybeforesunset for the suggestion!)

The blue n’ white truck door slams, and it stirs you awake. Joel is up and ray of sunshine, like always. He’s a grumpy old man, but you don’t really get mad at him for it. This world has changed people and at least he has some heart. Besides, how can you get mad at him when he looks so good. You rub your eyes trying to get motivated to get up. Sliding out of the truck you see Joel crouching by a weird contraption that's bubbling. Then you look to your left and, you see Ellie covered in Frank's old sleeping bag not wanting to get up yet. You can’t blame her, being a teenager in the apocalypse having to be on the go all the time would suck ass.

“Mornin sunshine.” you say playfully to Joel. Teasing each other was a way you showed care for one another. He doesn’t respond, just grumbles. You walk over to him and crouch next to him and ask, “What is that delicious smell?”. You look at his side profile and admire his face waiting for a response. “Coffee.” He says flatly but, he has a light smirk on his face. Joel’s eyes look so tired and worn. You’ve known him for a good amount of time, he never got super personal with you, but you know he lost his daughter and that was enough for a man to go crazy. You never had kids, not much family, and no partner. You didn’t have a lot to lose before but now…with having Ellie it was different. Having a soft spot for kids did not help when Tess wanted you to go on this mission with them. Even though she’s gone, you honor her everyday by making sure you keep Ellie and Joel safe.

“Smells like shit.” Ellie says still covered in the sleeping bag. Chuckling you say “You just don’t know what taste is.” Joel nods in agreement. You share a cup of coffee and eat some food before you head on the road. Road trips always made you think. You thought about how you and Joel even met. About 8 years ago he was your smuggler for testosterone,he didn’t understand why you needed it or what it was and frankly he still doesn’t know. Before the outbreak you were trying to get on testosterone but well…the outbreak happened. For a while you gave up trying to get it and gave up on most things. You had no purpose until you found a little QZ. You became one of the best workers and with that you got perks. Perks that let you smuggle things that they wouldn’t want or look for. That’s where Joel came in. You gave him ration cards and he gave you your medicine. Now being rouge you didn’t get to have it anymore, but most of the changes were permanent anyway so you were content. The memories of when you met him and Tess are sweet and a little sour now.

Ellie and Joel are chit chatting. You are too focused on your thoughts til Ellie pulls out something. “Light on the reading, but it's got some interesting photos.” Your eyes go wide and try your best not to bust out into laughter. “No, no Ellie that ain’t for kids” Joel says slight fear rising in his dark brown eyes. “How the hell can you walk around with that thing!” Ellie exclaims and it makes you lose it. “I wouldn’t know.” you say in and out of laughter not realizing what you said might be confusing. “Get rid of that” Joel demands, holding his hand out to grab it. “Hold your horses I wanna know what all the fuss is about.” she pulls the magazine closer to her, “Why are all these stuck together?” she questions. The fear in Joel's eyes is priceless and you laugh again holding your stomach from how much it hurts. “I’m just fuckin with ya” Ellie says and hits Joel lightly with the magazine.Joel’s faces instantly eases. “Bye bye dude!” she says while throwing the magazine out the window. You calm down and look at yourself in the side mirror and you're all red. “That was a good one Ellie.” you say still slightly chuckling. She looks at you with a snarky smile and nods. You look over at Joel’s flushed and red face. You find it cute of him getting scared he’s gonna have to give Ellie the talk. He was truly an awkward dad at heart and it made you like him, well more than you already did. His curved nose and furrowed brows were hard not to stare at while he was driving. Joel was honestly a good looking guy, and a soft heart despite all the things he did and still does. Joel tells Ellie to get some sleep and she tries to deny it but is out like a light.

“It was funny seeing you lose your stern demeanor to her.” saying as you stare at the long road ahead. He doesn’t respond and just keeps looking at the road. “It’s not easy, kids I mean. They are little humans trying to figure out the world, I can’t imagine how hard it is to be one now.” You say hoping he’d try to talk to you this time. “They are not, when I was a teen I was quite the trouble maker. Tommy and I were horrible all throughout our teens.” He says this with a reminiscing smile. “Did you mean 70 years ago?” you say teasingly. He scoffs, chuckling slightly. “Im only 52 i’m not that old.” he states glancing over at you with soft eyes. “I’ve always wanted kids. I just never thought I would…” you pause trying to figure out how to word it ”that I would be a good dad.” sadness lingers in your voice. “I think you do a fine job with Ellie.” he says with reassurance in his voice. “I thought she was just cargo.” you look at him with a questionable look. “Yea but she’s still just a kid, seems to like having you around.” his tone back to its monotone self. “I think she likes having you around too, you know. Having all of us together on this road trip feels like a little makeshift family. A daughter and her two dads.” you say jokingly but then you see any type of life in his face drain.

“Joel I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you-” he cuts you off. He looks like he is gonna explode but instead he took a deep breath and asked out of the blue, “Are you like how Bill and Frank were?” You know that’s not what he originally wanted to say but you go with it. “Do you mean gay?” you say, quirking an eyebrow at him. “ I don’t mean-not in a bad way no offense, I've just been curious.” he says desperately trying to avoid eye contact. “Why do you wanna know Miller, you fancy me or somethin?” you say teasing and nudging his arm but, he lets out a dry laugh. “But to answer your question I don’t really label myself but I know what and who i’ve liked if that clears it up.” sincerity is in your tone. You look at him with soft eyes. Joel gets very silent…too silent, the truck is filled with a weird tension. “Joel are…you..y’know like Bill and Frank?” you say lightly not trying to upset him. He takes a deep breath sucking the air through his teeth “I don’t know.” That’s all he says and you don’t push him further.

Some eerie silence later and he speaks again. “How did you know?” he says almost whispering. “Well, I feel safe, comforted by someone, like I could spend forever with them and not get tired of them. That’s how I know personally, but it could be different for everyone.” His beautiful mostly grey hair was falling into his face, as he furrows a brow, he pushes the hair back. You think of the note Bill left Joel about what it said. “Bill said that Frank was his purpose. That’s how he knew. Someone that didn’t make him only survive but live. I know my purpose.” you say meekly trying not to just scream at Joel to kiss you. “What’s your purpose?” Joel says genuinely confused. You take a deep breath. After everything you have to come clean, that was another thing Tess wanted you to do before she…

“Joel, you and Ellie are my purpose. You make me want to live. You guys make me scared of dying when I never cared before because I had nothing to lose. I care about you a lot Joel, more than you’re probably comfortable with and I'm so sorr-” before you get to finish your rambling, he interrupts you. “You are my purpose too. Ellie too.” His tone is light but shaky. “So, you did fancy me Miller.” you chuckle as you nudge his arm. He chuckles and shakes his head. You grab the tape ‘Long Long Time' by Linda Ronstadt and pop it into the slot. You lean on Joel’s shoulder and drift off to sleep listening to the song.

….and I think I'm gonna love you for a long, long time

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whiskeybeforesunset · 2 years ago

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Ghosts | Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Synopsis: Reader is with Joel and Ellie as they enter Jackson. Fair warning, this is going to be more of a slow burn. There’s a nice vulnerable moment between reader and Joel, and indications of rising tensions between new and old family.

Warnings: Panic attack, reference to death of characters (Sarah), I’m pretty sure that’s it.

Author’s note: Joel is probably out of character, it's been a few months since I watched the show. Reader has a dead brother. I’ve tried to keep this one gender neutral so everyone can enjoy it. Time’s a bit wibbly-wobbly and I think I ended up moving some things around to make more sense for this story. I’m planning on doing a part two, not quite sure where I want it to go though. On a more personal note: This is the first time I’ve written a fanfiction in a few months and also the first time I’ve ever done it sober. Who knows whether that will make it better or worse. I did miss writing so hopefully I’m able to keep up with it now that it’s summer. Hope you enjoy it.

Next Chapter

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Your eyes shift around the entryway of the home Joel, Ellie, and you have been boarded for the night. It’s cozy, you think, would make a nice family home.

You notice some patches on the walls of the living room, and walk further into the house to take a closer look. Rectangles, a slightly darker shade of green then the paint surrounding them, spaced out as if… as if they were frames hung on the wall.

You make a somber correction to your previous thought: this was a nice family home.

Before your melancholy can fully settle in, you hear the front door open.

“Ellie?” You call out, thinking she had returned from her time with Maria. Giving a glance through the hall you instead see a frazzled looking Joel.

“What's wrong?” You ask, making your way back to the entryway. His eyes shift from you to the door, like a startled deer determining the best way to avoid danger. Ultimately, he seems to decide he would rather deal with your questions than face whatever he saw outside.

“Nothing.” The word leaves his mouth breathlessly. You watch as his chest quickly rises and falls.

“Joel-” You say calmly.

“I said, I’m fine.” He says more assertively this time, glaring at you through his eyebrows.

“Tell me what’s going on.” You respond, unwilling to let up on the issue.

“It’s nothing.” He turns from you and starts to walk through the house, looking for some other room to escape to.

“If there’s something important, something with Tommy.” You start to follow him.

“Just stop!” He turns around and yells.

You find eyes with tears in them. He looks utterly defeated. You meet his gaze not with pity, but with recognition.

“There was a woman,” he starts, “in the square she… she looked like Sarah. And,” he pauses to take a breath, contracting chest making it difficult for him to speak. His eyes frantically dart, as if the movement will prevent tears from falling. “And she had a kid.” He finishes with a wet sob, ducking his head.

You nod sympathetically. Joel had told you about Sarah. Not all the details, but enough. Enough for you to know what seeing that would mean to him.

You look at the man before you, who so often acts as an unstoppable force of rage, reduced to tears.

Putting a cautious hand on his shoulder, you say “there’s a guy back in the QZ, he uh,” you pause as he takes in a shuddering breath. “He looks just like my brother.”

Joel lifts his head slightly at this. It’s not as if in these times it’s surprising to find out someone has lost someone important to them, but similar to how Joel doesn’t talk about Sarah, you rarely mention your brother.

“I mean he never,” you pause, finding refuge from Joel’s gaze in the wall's patterned discoloration. “He never got as old as this guy, but dammit if he’s not the spitting image of him, ‘specially from behind.” You give a sad laugh, tears beginning to form in your eyes as well.

“Anyways, when I used to see this guy around, I would uh,” you pause, noticing that Joel had begun uniformly breathing again. Good, he was starting to calm down. “I would stand behind him and pretend it was my brother. And that at any moment he was gonna turn around and make some stupid comment about my shoes being beat up, or my hair looking like a rats nest.” You finished, running your other hand through your hair self-consciously.

“Used to?” Joel’s gruff voice pulls you out of your trains of thought.

“Yeah, well,” you look up at him, noticing your proximity for the first time. Your head quickly turned back to the wall before continuing, “a- after a while he started to notice me more. I think he thought I was scoping him out to mug him or something.” You felt your hand, still on Joel’s shoulder, shake as he laughed. “I, uh, I had to stop after he pulled a knife on me.” You say, finishing with a sad grin. You pause, reflecting on the current state of the world, and the degree to which a wariness of those around you is necessary to survive.

“Anyways, what I’m trying to say is, I know what it feels like to have those moments…” You once again return your gaze to Joel. “If you ever want to talk about it- this, or anything else, I’m here for you.”

He nods slowly, looking back at you. His eyes are slightly puffy and glossy from crying, cheeks and lips flushed. Both of you are breathing heavily as you recover from the emotionally heightened moment. Your hand on his shoulder moves down and into a more comfortable position, resting on his chest.

At the movement Joel clears his throat and takes a step back. Your eyes find the floor as he stiffly thanks you and excuses himself. Your hand finally reaching your side as he closes the door.

That was certainly… odd, you think to yourself. Your thumb dances over your fingertips as you consider the events of the last few minutes. In memory, you’ve never seen Joel that vulnerable. Hell, you barely got his last name out of him after knowing him for years, nevertheless had him cry in front of you.

And what was that at the end? It was as if he… no- you had to have imagined it. He was probably just in some kind of shock, too emotionally overloaded to immediately reject the contact. Yes, that explains the way in which he left. Although he did look a bit…

You sigh, shaking your head. There’s no point in entertaining such thoughts. You need to stay focused on Ellie, keeping her safe and getting her where she needs to go.

…

You spend the remainder of the afternoon taking inventory of your supplies, reminding yourself to thank Maria for the new gloves she had left.

Conveniently, you’re able to do so when she comes by with Ellie, inviting you to come to the movie theater with them. Not one to pass up the rare opportunity, you agree.

The walk there is oddly quiet given how vocal Ellie usually is, but you decide not to bring it up now. You’ll have a chance to talk to her about it more privately later.

The makeshift theater is packed. Maria gestures toward the back and tells you that’s where to find Tommy and Joel.

Right. Joel.

You make your way through the crowd and eventually spot them. The somewhat heated discussion they seemed to be having before your arrival quickly dissipates as Tommy greets you by shouting your name and pulling you in for a short hug.

Maria joins you after showing Ellie her seat, though it’s only a few seconds before Tommy asks her to step outside to discuss something with him. You notice Joel gives him a warning glare as he does this.

You join Joel, standing beside him a very intentional distance away. Not far enough that someone might try and squeeze between you, but enough to try and respect the boundaries you feel you crossed earlier.

“Don’t get this back in the QZ, do ya?” You say as two men set up the projector.

Joel responds with a quick exhale.

“Joel Miller, a man of few words and many grunts.” You say, hoping to break the tension with some humor.

It seems to have worked, he replies back: “What’s that thing you’re supposed to do in theaters?” It’s in an annoyed but not necessarily angry tone. You glance over at him, noting that he must not arrive long before you did as his cheeks are still rosy from the winter weather.

“Oh my god! You’re right.” You say with a sarcastic gasp, “I almost forgot to silence my cell phone.”

“I was thinking more the no talking part.” He says rolling his eyes, but struggling to look unamused with your joke.

You allow the silence to fall over you as the light dim and the film starts up.

At some point during the movie your eyes drift over the crowd to find Ellie. You once again open your mouth, much to Joel’s annoyance.

“It’s nice to see her get to be a kid.” You say quietly. He looks at her and then down to you.

“Yeah… it is.” There’s a pause as the two of you listen to the grainy voices coming through the speakers.

“Joel,” you start, “do you ever think we’re doing the wrong thing?” Turning to look at him, you know you don’t have to indicate what the question is in reference to. His eyes are fixed forward as light from the shifting screen dances across his face.

“Yes.” He says quietly after taking a deep breath. It’s not an unexpected answer, but a haunting one nonetheless.

Your eyes turn towards the screen, and you remain quiet for the remainder of the film.

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aliorsboxostuff · 2 years ago

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When I tell you that the Joel miller x trans!reader fic was the best thing I’ve read in a while I mean that. The way you just integrated the character into the already existing storyline without really changing it was absolutely everything. If your up for it I was wondering if you could write a fic about Joel and trans!reader knowing each other in the QZ and what it would look like to have a relationship with him there or before the relationship. Maybe some Tess too? I completely understand if you’re not up for this request but if you are thank you so much. 😊

AGHH this turned out so short but I didn't know what else to put im so sorry anon!! I really love the idea but I think building the whole backstory before Joel and Tess got out of the QZ is a bit hard. As usual, please excuse my writing if there were any mistakes, I do hope you enjoyed it anon!

Hounds

Tags: Joel Miller x ftm!Reader, Tess, Before leaving QZ, Tess being the badass she is, Tender Joel, bind safely everyone!, Tender Lovin’, Mostly Fluff, a bit of smut, just dirty thoughts tho, Established Relationship, Bisexual Joel, Bisexual Tess

Tess and her hounds. They follow as her shadow. Pick a fight with her, you pick a fight with all three of them. Tess has always been seen with those two, even walking into the same apartment where they all live. But behind closed doors, no one knows that Tess lives alone while Joel stays with his boyfriend.

3rd POV

Tess was popular amongst the Boston QZ. Not popular, per se, but known for her strengths and determination. For her headstrong and immovable demeanor. Another thing that boosts her status are her hounds.

Joel Miller was one thing. Stone cold, dead eyes. Picking a fight with him is the same as picking a casket, according to those who have seen his combat with their own eye. His threats are not to be taken lightly, because when that man says he’ll break your jaw, he’d do just that in the next second. People have seen a fair share of his skills with a gun, and it's not to be messed with. Rumour has it that he’s the one burning infected kids, not a shadow of a doubt in throwing a human into the fire pit.

The other guy, he's another thing. Don't underestimate him as Joel's shadow, because he might as well be standing at the same podium Joel does with his strengths. He smiles and waves, acting as the good guy for the two of them, but behind those sweet eyes are thoughts malicious enough to be kicked out of the QZ, plans that would impress even Tess. He might not be a stud but he’s the one doing the slippery parts. Countless times, Joel always ends up with the upper hand in a situation with his help. Body as agile as a deer, he’s the hands of the operation. If anyone dares to mess with him, you can bet Joel is right behind them with a gun cocked.

Tess and her hounds. Her boys, the ones that help her operation. Not that she’d need it, but it makes clean-up easier. No one dares to keep Tess away from them, unless she says so herself. Only the most ballsy illegal sellers are brave enough to negotiate with her, because most of the time they'll give her the thing she wants just like that, out of fear and respect.

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How you first met Joel was through Tess herself.

You were notorious for stealing small but valuable things from FEDRA agents. A stash of guns and bullets, cards and drugs inside your home. Most of the things you don't even use, but due to your ability to pickpocket most if not all of the gullible FEDRA agents, you’ve gained an abundance of them. Your most prized possessions were the firearms you managed to steal or negotiate off of agents. Those are located under your bed, in an inconspicuous box, loaded with extra bullets on the side.

Tess had apparently caught a whiff of your gossip around the QZ, of the ‘Invisible Pick-pocketer’ the agents are having a hard time looking for. As much as she hates to admit it, her strong suit is negotiation, and Joel wasn't exactly the sleekest person for a job like stealing small shit.

So, one Wednesday morning, in one of the food stalls in the QZ, Tess approached you.

“Sorry I don't work with anyone,” You were focused on the bowl of food in front of you, scarfing it down because you missed your dinner.

“You might wanna look up first,” A voice of a woman you didn't recognize. So you placed the bowl down, putting on your stone-cold mask before looking at the source of the voice and you almost shit yourself. The most feared woman is standing in front of you, arms crossed with a brow arched. You gulp, trying to salvage what that hardened demeanor you could.

“I’m- Tess, right?” The edge of her lips raises.

“So you’ve heard,” She leans into the small table, her hair covering one side of her face. Your eyes widen, fear shoots up your spine. “And I’ve heard about you too,”

“Oh- uh- really?” You cough into your hand, avoiding her eyes.

“You’re the pickpocket, right? The ones FEDRA can't seem to find?” Her grin becomes dangerous. “I have a proposition,”

She crosses her hands on top of the table, entwining her fingers. “You know me, I know you, we both know what we can do,”

“Yeah,” You arch a brow, curious.

“How about you join me? We could use a hand like you, literally,” Her eyes fall to where your hands are, old scars from the fire incident still evident on the back of your hands. It took a second for you to consider before you realize—

“Wait, we? You and… Miller?”

“Yeah, who else?” Tess leans back into their chair, her arms crossed again.

“You won't mind? I thought you two worked together, ‘cuz y’know…” You tilted your head, hoping she would take the hint, which she does and immediately cackles, covering her mouth to the side.

“Me and Joel? Fuck no! I don't swing that way,” Then she seems to retract herself. “Well, I do, but he’s not my type,”

“Oh, okay, cool, I'm cool with that…” Tess rolls her eyes at your answer before she stands, mumbling something about ‘youths’ and saying ‘cool’ under her breath. She turns towards you, inclining her head towards the street.

“C’mon, you have to meet Joel.”

—

“Maybe should've taken that break earlier,” You groan, lifting up your shirt as you rubbed at your sides.

“Told you should've taken it but ya’ didn't, now-”

“Look what happens, yeah yeah I know,” You huff, Joel's disappointed stare burning at your back. Feeling the relief of finally taking off your sticky shirt, you stood by the bed as you began to peel off the body tape, taking lungfuls after the busy day. The tape at this point has soaked up most of your sweat, disgusting as it is. When it's at its last loops, calloused hands find its place on your waist, then Joel's comforting weight as he settles behind you.

You feel his coarse beard against your nape as he places a kiss there, his warm breath makes you sigh. Careful, shaking hands replace yours and continues unwrapping the body tape until it falls in a heap next to your leg. Joel places one hand on your stomach, the other rubbing circles on your waist.

“Thank you,” You smile, leaning into his touch as Joel murmurs his answer. He runs a calloused hand up to your shoulder, then between them, pushing slightly until you arch under his touch. He presses another kiss just above where his hand is pushing, before he relents and both of his hands fall to your waist.

“Tess is coming for dinner,” He says, voice ghosting at the shell of your ear. You suppress a shiver, gulping instead.

“Then let me get ready,” You smirk, feeling Joel's hand releasing you as you slip away from his grasp. You turn, placing a short kiss on his cheek before patting it twice. He raises his brow, which makes you grin. “Go wash up,”

Dinner went on as usual. For the past months, Tess, Joel, and you have been planning on escaping the QZ in search of Tommy. He hasn't been replying back Joel’s messages and knowing you and Tess won't be leaving Joel to go out by himself, Tess has been going around looking for information and parts.

“I got a trail. Some guy got the battery we need for the truck. I can track him down this week but I need you to cover my shifts in the afternoon,” Tess points her fork at you, which you instantly nod at. “Joel, keep gathering cards. I have a bad feeling we might need to bribe our way out,”

Joel hums his answer and that's the end of the dinner. While it worked more as a meetup hour for the three of you, the little bits of food are enough to simulate what it would be like if the world wasn't like this.

As you begin to wash the dishes, your mind wanders to a simple, easier life. Tess would come over, maybe bring her partner, to have dinner together. You’d cook something for the group, something you and Joel enjoy. Wine would be involved, sweetening the night, and there wouldn't be talks about truck engines and unresponsive brother. Maybe Tommy would come over too, have dinner with Joel and he can meet his boyfriend. Then once dinner is over, you and Joel can take the leftover wine and bring it to the porch, settling side by side as the night sky flies by. A simpler world, a better world-

“Hey, you okay?” Joel's hand stops you from jolting, a grounding weight on your arm.

“Y-yeah, sorry,” You dry your hands on the dish towel, noticing the slight quiver it holds. You could practically feel Tess’ eyes on your back. You inhale, straightening yourself before you turn. “I got your shifts covered Tess, don't worry,”

“Make sure that trail isn't some bullshit, yeah?”

“Always do,” She nods, gulping down the last of her drink before she stands.

“I’ll take my leave, good night boys,” She smiles, before you walk her to the door and shut it behind her with a last wave. You place the lock in its place, standing there just for a minute. Joel makes his way behind you, a reassuring hand on the small of your back.

“Let's go to bed,” You find yourself nodding.

After washing up and clearing the table, you change into a simple shirt and briefs while Joel changes into his sleep clothes. He usually falls into bed with his day clothes on if he’s too tired and cares far less, but by your request, he changes to a shirt and pants when he can.

As you pull back the thick excuse of a blanket, the bed creaks when Joel lays down and you follow suit, leaving the blanket at your feet knowing how hot the night could get. Joel turns and you instinctively wrap your arms around his middle, the man buries himself deeper into the pillows.

“What were you thinking about?” Knowing your boyfriend, it’ll take a while for him to fall into slumber. He slowly laces his fingers with yours and you feel the brush of his lips against your knuckles. You tighten your arms.

“You ever wanna…” You blink at the small stars above. “You ever thought of living a different life?”

“Have a ranch somewhere, and we can… We have a normal dinner, and we’ll invite Tess and shit…” You feel your lips quirk before a beat of silence, then another kiss pressed on your knuckles.

“Yeah, I do,” Joel turns slightly, looking out the same window into the same night sky. “We can raise sheep,”

You let out a chuckle, nuzzling into Joel's short curls when he only huffs, quietly rolling his eyes. The idea of farmer Joel, tending to his little sheep as they run around him. An image of him wearing nothing but a stetson suddenly flashes across your eyes, quickly killing your laugh, making you hide your red cheeks into Joel's nape.

“What?” He gruffly asks, unable to turn because of your arms.

“Nothin’,” You mumble, still hiding behind your boyfriend at which Joel only huffs before settling back to bed. The blush finally ebbs away and is replaced with a smile instead as you take lungfuls of Joel's scent, lulling you to sleep.

“Good night, Joel,” Joel tightens his hold on your hand.

“Good night, darlin’,”

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