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One last time…(No outbreak!Joel Miller x reader) ANGST
Summary: Even many months after your breakup, Jol can't stop thinking about you.
The bar was loud and full of strange faces, which was exactly the point. Distraction. Forgetfulness. He raised a hand to the bartender, who approached him.
"Same," he muttered moodily.
The bartender nodded and refilled his glass. He looked at him for a moment, used to people wanting to confess to him. But Joel didn't want to confess, he wasn't that kind of person. He just wanted to suppress it, that longing.
"Problems at work?" the bartender asked.
"No," Joel grumbled and turned around on his stool, making it clear that the bartender should piss off.
He looked around the room full of people. Suddenly, a girl who looked like you walked past him and he felt a pang in his heart.
"Fuck…" he muttered under his breath and took a large sip of whiskey, feeling a burning sensation in his throat.
He turned back to the bar and rested his elbows on the wooden counter. Months had passed and you still haunted his thoughts. And the worst part was that it was his fault. He was the one who pushed you away. He was the one who told you to go away. And he hurt you on purpose. He was the one who said all those bitter and unfair words because he was afraid of commitment.
Instead of admitting he was insecure because he was older, he told you that you were immature. Instead of telling you that he was afraid that you would realize you were making a mistake, he accused you of taking advantage of him. They were lies. He knew it, and now he couldn't stop thinking about you and how good you made him feel.
He sighed quietly and took another sip of whiskey. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a woman in her forties sitting down next to him and giving him a look he knew well. He was aware of the effect he had on women, although he never fully understood it. He would never call himself handsome, yet something about his rugged appearance and broad shoulders made it easy for him to find a woman for a one-night stand… Or a quick fuck in the bathroom. The woman who was now staring at him and playing with the straw from her drink was the type of woman he knew well. Women who, because of their maturity, were looking for MEN, not boys. And at the same time, they weren't looking for long-term relationships either.
Joel could already imagine it. They would start talking. She would laugh at his bad jokes. At some point, she would unceremoniously put her hand on his thigh and offer him a drink at her place. He would take her to his pickup. By the time they got to her place, he would be half-hard from her caresses. They would leave a trail of clothes in her apartment, and Joel would fuck her on every flat surface he could find. Then morning would come. If she offered him breakfast, Joel would decline immediately, so as not to give her any false hopes… Then maybe they would meet up by chance once or twice.
So it will be completely different than it was with you. Joel sighed and looked at his empty glass. He had a choice between asking for another drink, talking to the woman, or…
He threw a 20$ bill on the counter and without even sparing the woman a passing glance, he stood up and headed for the exit. With a slight disappointment, he realized that he didn't feel like having sex. He wanted closeness, tenderness… He wanted you.
When he stepped out of the bar, the cold air hit his face and he remembered how you always snuggled up to his side because you stubbornly refused to put on warmer clothes, so he gave you his jacket. He always grumbled about it, but deep down he knew he loved it.
He walked heavily towards the car, still unable to shake the thought of you. He knew from the morning that this was going to be a hard day, as soon as he saw the date on the calendar and the red circle he had drawn many months earlier. Your birthday.
The whole way home he couldn't stop wondering what was going on with you. After broke up he never texted or called you. He also swore he wouldn't look at your Instagram.
When he entered the dark and empty apartment, he felt an even greater burden. With a sigh, he sat down on the couch and took his phone out of his pocket. Maybe it was the influence of alcohol, or maybe longing, but with a trembling hand, he selected the WhatsApp icon. His heart clenched when he saw the last message from you: 'Buy milk and I'll make you cookies ;)' It was so painfully domestic and sweet. And so cruel… He never bought that milk, never ate the cookies you didn't make because you were too busy crying after he broke your heart.
His hand began to shake as his clumsy fingers selected the letters. Finally, he managed to write: 'Hey, how are you?' Before he thought twice, he sent you a message, and his heart sped up. When he saw that you had read the message after a moment, he held his breath. When he saw the bubble signaling that you were writing something, he couldn't help but feel happy, and suddenly… Nothing. As if you had changed your mind.
"Please…" He whispered into the void.
He waited five minutes, ten… After fifteen, he was going crazy with uncertainty. And then, in desperation, he turned on Instagram to see if you had posted anything. And the first few photos were like an icy spike piercing his heart. He saw you against the backdrop of exotic trees, sitting on a picnic blanket, smiling and hugging a large teddy bear. The next photo showed you and a smiling guy, with brown curls, and tanned skin, wearing a yellow shirt. This man was hugging you tightly, and under the photo was the caption: 'Best birthday ever. Thanks to you, Javi, every day is like my birthday.' Joel took a shaky breath and looked at the next photo, which showed your hand intertwined with Javi's in front of the TV with the caption: 'Best green flag in a relationship? When he says he loves watching Paddington 2.'
Joel took a shuddering breath. He knew this was the moment to put the phone down, but he couldn't. He couldn't blame you. He was the one who rejected you. With glassy eyes, he looked at another photo you'd posted three months earlier. It showed a stack of boxes in front of an opulent-looking villa, and the caption: 'Time for a new life in Spain.'
Joel felt as if all the air had been forced out of his lungs. Spain?! Did that mean you were no longer in the US? That he no longer had a chance to meet you by chance?
He threw the phone aside and buried his face in his hands, feeling the weight of this information. He had lost you. He had really lost you, and he couldn't blame you for that. You had the right to be happy. And maybe this Javi was a good guy, with whom you could watch funny movies, but… Despite this, he couldn't stop himself from feeling the pain and the desire to hold you in his arms one last time. He wanted to feel your weight on his chest once more. He wanted to hear your laughter once more.
He lay down on the couch and looked up at the ceiling, ignoring the single tear that rolled down his cheek. He knew he would get through this, just like any other loss. But that didn't change the fact that it hurt like hell. *
You stared at your phone screen in disbelief and finally with a sigh you threw it on the nightstand and turned over on your side, snuggling into Javi's body.
"Mi amor… Is it time to get up already?" He murmured sleepily and pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head.
"No… You can sleep in for a while. Do you want pancakes for breakfast?"
Javi stretched and opened his eyes, looking at you with sleepy, sweet brown eyes.
"No, I'm making breakfast. It's your birthday…"
You frowned and smiled.
"Yesterday was my birthday."
Javi shook his head and wrapped his strong arms around you.
"Oh, mi amor. I wasn't kidding when I said we'd be celebrating your birthday for a week. And that means for a week, I'll be making breakfast and bringing it to you in bed."
You couldn't help the feeling of warmth spreading through your chest. Your heart was still aching from Joel's sudden message, but Javi and his love soothed everything.
You giggled and kissed his chest.
"Okay… Then I'll order waffles with fruit, but… I want to cuddle some more."
Javi smiled and hugged you tighter, whispering into your hair, "With pleasure", completely unaware of the sadness that appeared in your heart.
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#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#joel miler#angst#joel miller fanfiction#joel the last of us#joel miller fic#joel miller x you#javier gutierrez#I miss Javi#the last of us#the last of us fanfiction
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it shouldn’t be glossed over just how empathetic Joel is. he expressed empathy towards Ellie given her dire case of being a child within the confines of a cruel, unforgiving-apocalyptic world that supplants what should have been a habitual childhood for her. he offered an apology for scolding Henry and calling him a rat without initially reconciling the benign intentions behind his actions. he pleaded for the elderly sniper on the outskirts of kansas city to put down the rifle so he didn’t have to kill him. it all accentuates just how against his nature he must be to survive in this world. he can’t always spare people, he can’t always shed sympathy. but he wishes he could, and even on occasion tries. it’s the very context he once stooped to the level of the hunters in his past that makes this point pang all the more. he isn’t apathetic. he isn’t exclusively selfish. he isn’t rigid. he is open-ended. Joel is more than a hammer that sees all problems as a nail to be forcefully struck without finesse. He values compassion and preserving life, and any ultimatum that cements the opposite only elicits a last resort of violence and numbness. the silver lining is more desirable than conforming to cruelty
#thinking about this makes me realize how much the firefly hospital is going to mess me up#joel isn’t sadistic there’s no sick pleasure in killing or demeaning people#he cares so so very much#he wants life to thrive and he is willing to accept when he’s wrong#god this iteration of joel makes me wanna chug down wet cement#drives me stir crazy he really does#the last of us hbo#the last of us#the last of us hbo spoilers#tlou spoilers#joel miler#pedro pascal#ellie williams#bella ramsey
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papa joel miller <3
#the last of us#joel#joel miler#joel tlou#joel the last of us#the last of us joel#joel miller fanart#my art#artwork#fanart#art#artists on tumblr#portrait#game joel miller#drawing
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Happy 43rd birthday, Joel Miller.
#joel miler#the last of us day#tlou day 2024#naughty dog#the last of us#game joel miller#happy birthday joel#i love this group of pixels so much#i took these in photo mode
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buzz
Pairing: DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader
Summary: You get high with Joel and some things are discussed.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, alcohol consumption, smoking (weed), praise kink-ish, hair pulling, dry humping, cum in pants(?) (lmk if I forgot anything)
WC: 3.5k
A/N: I definitely have a thing for guys cumming in their pants.
You speed the whole way to Joel’s house. You were supposed to be there at 12:30 pm but after some time management and fashion complications you were arriving at 2:45 pm. You knew your father was going to murder you, he had been planning this barbeque for weeks, and he had gotten the whole neighborhood involved as well. You knock frantically until Joel answers the door.
Your spine straightens as you watch a smile spread over his face. “Look who decided to drop by!” You grunt at him and let yourself in. “I know Joel! Where is he? I brought pumpkin pie..?” You offer as an apology.
You whirl around the kitchen, looking for somewhere to put it. Joel watches you run around his kitchen, your little pink skirt twirling around with you. “How ‘bout you give me that pie and just go see your old man?” You stop your search and look at him like he’s saved your life. “Perfect! So perfect Joel! You’re lovely.” You kiss him on the cheek quickly and run off to find your dad. Joel is left standing in the middle of his kitchen with your pie in his hands and the ghost of your kiss on his cheek. He chuckles before setting it down, pretending like a blush isn’t rising to his cheeks and spreading over his face.
“Dad?!” You finally find your father in Joel's backyard and wrap your arms around him tightly. “I’m so sorry! I couldn’t find an outfit and then I had to go to like three whole different stores to find the stupid pumpkin pie that no one even asked for and then by the time I started heading over here I was like an hour away and-” He cuts off your rambling with a deep laugh.
“Don’t worry about it honeybee!” He comes a bit closer to whisper in your ear. “Got all the neighborhood women here with Joel answering the door,” He tells you. You assume he's been drinking as laughter escapes him with every word. “Ugh! Stop it, Dad.”
You cover your face with a laugh, shaking your head because you know exactly what he’s talking about. You and Joel talk about it all the time. It had come up during one of your many late-night talks, and he denied it to no end, he had no clue that the women in the neighborhood wanted him. You had to start pointing out their behaviors to him. The way some wives would offer to make him a plate while their husbands were empty-handed, how there was always at least one lady asking to fix him a drink, and there was even a lady who offered to fan him on a hot day. Joel accepted that you were right and now basked in the attention. He openly entertains their flirting now, offering to do husbandly tasks around the house from time to time.
You almost wish you hadn’t made him aware of it. Now you have to watch them flirt with him while knowing that he knows they want him. You’re aware of the way his chest slightly puffs out when they compliment him, something he used to only do for you. When you used to bathe in the way he reacted to your compliments, your innuendos, but now they’re commonplace for him. You liked to see the way he craved them, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
He’d do little things for you, fix you a plate, offer to drive you anywhere you wanted to go, just to hear it. Now though, he doesn’t need it. If he ever needs a confidence boost, Joel can just put it in your dad’s head that he needs to throw a barbecue. Joel always hosts because he has the best backyard so your dad never has any reason to say no, plus he loves grilling for the neighborhood.
You imagine that's how this cookout came to be as you’re standing with your dad and his friends. You aren’t listening to the conversation, you’re watching Joel. He has a beer in his hand and looks a little uncomfortable in his shirt, fiddling with his collar as he’s swarmed by the wives. You can see that the tips of his ears are red, presumably from the attention of the whores the wives. Anger bubbles in your chest as watch his dimple appear on his cheek when they talk to him, no doubt praising every aspect of him. You have no right to feel this way, he isn't yours. You decide to ignore the feeling and get another drink.
The night moves on and you can hear people gathering their things to head home. You migrated inside halfway through the night to “recharge your social battery” when you’re really just smoking in Joel’s garage/workshop. You’re sitting on a small office couch, through the walls you listen to people thank Joel and your father before leaving. You wait for a few more minutes, finishing off your joint before spraying yourself down and coming out.
You make your way over to the living room to find your dad and Joel sitting on opposite ends of the sectional, drinking and watching TV. Joel looks more comfortable now that he’s changed out of his jeans and button-up and into a t-shirt and sweatpants.
“Hey, honeybee! C’mere make yourself comfortable!” You smile at your dad’s invitation and sit in the corner seat, between him and Joel.
“Where’d you run off to? Mrs. Thompson was asking for you.” You can hear a bit of sadness in his voice.
“I’m sorry, Dad. She was harassing me all night! Asking about why I was late, how it wasn’t fair to you, that I need to get my act together and I couldn’t deal.” You state, outwardly upset. “I mean I already know these things and I feel bad enough y’know? I just don’t need to hear it from a lady who takes her dogs to brunch.” Joel bursts out laughing at your remark causing a smile to spread on your face.
“The kid’s got a point, man. That lady will talk you into a coma if you let her.” He mutters as he takes another swig of his beer. You feel smugness settle in your chest at the fact that Joel is siding with you. Your dad nods his head and mumbles out in agreement and you all focus on the TV. You’re not paying attention to whatever it is that they’re watching due to the light buzz you’ve got going.
Instead, you’re thinking about Joel. The gray strands in his hair, the patches in his beard, his hands, his arms... your mind swarms with everything that is him. Until you feel a light push against your arm, you turn to see Joel pointing at your dad, an amused smile on his face. You’re head whirls around to see your dad, passed out on the couch. You laugh gently at him and shake your head before walking over to wake him up. You shake his arm gently, “C’mon pop, you should head on home.” You say with a light giggle as he groans, pushing himself up from the seat to give you a tight hug. “Alright honeybee, you got me.” You laugh into his shoulder as he squeezes you and let's go. You see his face scrunch up before sniffing lightly, “You smell that?”
You tense for a short moment before answering, “Yeah I know! I was in Joel’s workshop and it smells funky in there!” Your dad is shaking his head in disapproval at Joel as you hold in laughter. “Joel, you really gotta clean up in there, man okay?” He laughs as he pulls Joel in for a brief hug before leaving.
Joel immediately turns around and gives you a look. “If you’re gonna be smokin’ in my garage you can’t start blamin' your stink on me, darlin’. ” He has a soft smirk on his face as he says this, changing the channel from what looks like football to an episode of Rick & Morty, and walking to his kitchen.
“Oh, whatever! I don’t wanna hear complaining as long as I’m sharing with you, for free, might I add!” You shout back at him.
Joel walks out of the kitchen and towards you with snacks and drinks. He sits back down on the couch, a bit closer to you than he was before, and sets them down. You quickly grab a drink, your favorite, and open it up, “Joel, I didn’t know you had these!” You announce while happily sipping. He kicks his feet up on the table as he starts another beer, focused on the screen in front of him. “No, you jus' mentioned them the last time you were here,” He points at the TV, “same with this shit.”
You’re frozen as you process what he’s told you, that he listens, it makes you feel warm and happy as you sink into the couch. You guys sit there, drinking and laughing at the show for a while. Your cans are both empty by the time you remember you have a blunt in your bag.
You interrupt the show with a dramatic gasp and run over to his workshop.
“What?! What?” Joel shouts at you as you run, worried until he hears your giggles and sees you return with a blunt and a pink lighter.
“Jesus, honey.” He places a hand on his chest and huffs out a laugh before continuing, “nearly gave me a damn heart attack, thought you were sick or something.”
His care for you makes your stomach tingle, in a wholesome and not so wholesome way.
“Aww Joel, you’re gonna make me burn up.” You say while fanning your face jokingly, despite it being completely true. You walk up to where Joel is sitting and light the blunt before handing it to him and walking over to the kitchen, taking his empty can with you to the trash. You think you can feel Joel’s eyes on your hips as you walk away but ultimately chalk it up to your delusions.
Joel watches the way your ass moves as you walk away, taking a long hit from the blunt in an attempt to calm himself. You walk back into the room with some apple juice and the biggest smile on your face, “I fucking love apple juice” you giggle out at him, a little tipsy.
He chuckles before taking another hit, “S’why I buy ‘em, sweetheart.” His voice is strained from the puff he’s holding in and looks over at you as he exhales. You’re looking at him in a way he hasn’t seen before, with something in your eye that he doesn’t recognize. “What's wrong?” He sounds concerned, his tone snapping you out of your trance and you begin to make your way over to him.
“Nothing is wrong.” You take the blunt from him and sit back down, closer to him than you were before. “I’m thinking about how much the neighborhood wives would pay to be in my position.” This gets a loud, booming laugh out of Joel that makes your heart race. You giggle quietly as you take a hit, trying not to choke on the smoke while laughing.
“You are too damn funny, kid. The wives should keep their money, and spend it on something nice.” He chuckles and sinks further into the couch, feeling his high start to hit when you pass the blunt back to him.
“Aww stop it, Joel. You’re definitely something nice.” You push him gently, he exaggerates it and throws himself across the couch, making you laugh. “Stop, I’m serious!” You raise your voice over his fake groans of pain as pass the blunt.
“Yeah yeah I know, I just- honestly?” He pauses to take a large drag before continuing, “I just wouldn’t know what to do with ‘em.” He shrugs and passes the blunt back to you. “I don’t even know what ladies like nowadays” He finishes with a sad chuckle and shrugs.
“Really? I always assumed you were some crazy bachelor by night.” You say with a serious look before taking another puff.
“Ha. Ha. No, I’m serious. If I had all this attention when I was 19- hell even 18, I would’ve been all over these women,” He laughs softly. “but Sarah was born and I uh-” He turns to you and reaches for the blunt delicately, which you had over with a fond smile. He takes a hit before he continues, “Yeah so Sarah was born and I was so just busy raising her that I never really had time?”
You scoot closer to him take the blunt and drop some ashes in your empty apple juice bottle. You’re sitting on your legs as you listen to him, close enough that your knees are now touching his thigh and you’re blowing smoke into his cheek.
“I guess but she’s 19 now, Joel. She doesn’t really need you to raise her anymore.” You take another hit as you hear him softly gasp and put a hand over his chest.
“You’re gonna break my old heart, darlin’. You can’t say that to me.” He turns to you with a fake crying expression and you can tell he’s high, his eyes are dropping, a little unfocused, and almost bloodshot. It makes you giggle.
“She still needs you as a parent of course but you can get back out there. You’d be such a hit.” You laugh as you take another hit and Joel repositions himself so he’s a little more turned towards you, his arm comes up to rest on the couch behind you and one leg gets pulled up on the couch so your knees are now touching his shin.
“Would I?” He questions with his eyebrows furrowed and you’re about to answer him but the words die on your tongue. You watch his hand grab your wrist, twist so your palm is facing him, and pull the blunt to his mouth from between your fingers, holding you in place as he takes a hit. The action and contact have you throbbing between your legs, worsening when he releases you and you watch him close his eyes and exhale, his head falling slightly back before looking over at you. “In the dating pool, I mean. Do you really think I’d be a-” His hands come up for air quotes. “Hit?”
You have to gather your thoughts a bit before answering him. “Oh yeah, Joel. You’re exactly what women want.” You take another hit as Joel chuckles and stretches his neck before letting his head fall back on the couch, he places his foot back on the floor and adjusts his hips, spreading his legs a bit more. “What do ‘ya mean?” He grunts out.
You’re too busy staring at his hips to notice his question. You think you see something twitch against his thigh, your eyes dart up and make contact with his the moment you do. Joel reaches over and takes the blunt, you admire him as he takes a few hits before speaking again. “I asked you to explain, sweetheart.”
“Oh- uh, you’re just a specimen, Joel.” Your tongue is looser, your filter is off: you’re high. “You’re big and broad and you care. You’re nice to people and really mean to others and you’re so.. strong.” Joel takes another hit with a soft groan as you ramble deliriously. You notice something starting to press against his sweatpants and become fixated on it. “You’re protective and shy and you’re always trying. Your hair is salt and peppery and so fluffy-” You cut yourself off with a dramatic groan to emphasize your point. “You have a beard and warm brown eyes.” You’re watching his hips as they start to gently thrust into the air. He’s still holding the blunt but it’s been forgotten, the little orange bud having gone out. You can watch him fill up in his sweatpants, unconstricted, just pressing right up against the fabric. “You look scary but you’re actually not, girls- ladies um, they love that.”
Your heart is racing and you’re leaking between your legs, to the point where you’re worried you’ve soaked your panties through and started staining Joel’s couch. Your hips begin to subconsciously grind clit against your heel in time with Joel’s thrusts. “Uhm-” Your breathing is getting heavy but you can’t help it. “You’re voice is so good, s-smooth and deep an-and you have that southern accent.” Your eyes are hooded as you move your eyes up to see him, watching his furrowed expression as best you can with his face to the ceiling. "You're big, you're broad and all muscle.." You can see his chest beginning to heave as his eyelids flutter gently, still closed as his hips grind into the air. “And you’re such a gentleman Joel.”
Your voice has pitched up into a whine and it forces his eyes open, they meet your instantly. A groan comes from his throat as he registers your slowing hips, embarrassment creeping up inside you. He holds his eye contact with you as his hips stutter, his irises consumed by his pupil. Your eyes wander down from his to his lips and his tongue runs over them reflexively. When they meet him again they’re more desperate, his breaths coming faster. “So you wanna c’mere an’ kiss me or what?” He says with an uncharacteristically nervous tone, a hot red blush rising on his cheeks as you watch him twitch in his pants.
You swing one leg over him as soon as he offers, placing yourself directly over his bulge and his hands are gripping you instantly. “HOLY-” Joel shouts quickly and breathlessly the moment your pussy presses against him. “Fuck- I’m sorry- forgot we smoked. Fuck my body is fuckin’ vibratin’- I’m sorry.”
You huff out a soft laugh and put the rest of your weight down on him, earning a groan from him. “I know-” I moan slips out of you as you slowly start moving your hips. “I feel it too, Joel”
You whisper gently in his ear before grinding yourself against him fully, the fabric of his sweatpants feeling perfect when pressed into you. His hands are gripping his hips and his head is still thrown back over the couch. He has his eyes pressed shut and rugged groans slip out of him as he begins to buck up into you, finally bringing his head up.
“Fuuuck, sweetie. Are all girls as soft as you now? Huh? Or are you special?” He moans against your ear, his breath tingling as it runs over the back of your neck. You’ve buried your face in the crook of his neck as your hips hump into him, one is gripping the fabric on his lower back, trying to push him against you harder and the other is behind his neck, sliding its way up into his hair. Once it reaches its destination you get a shocked moan from Joel as he pushes his head back into your hand. You moan and speed your hips up, rubbing your clit against him perfectly.
“I’m special.” You moan into his ear in response, feeling pleasure pool in your stomach and begin to spill over as Joel thrusts up into you. Your hands pull his hair earning a beautiful whine from him and begin to shake as your hips stutter. "All guys moan like this or are you special?“ You manage to get out in between moans, taunting him with his words. He moans even louder at your words, his hips speeding up in an impossible pace. You're almost overwhelmed with all the pleasure assaulting your senses. "N-Never felt this good before- shit, Joel.” His name comes out as a whine before you moan out and start cumming in his lap.
Your back is arched and your hips are grinding frantically into his cock as you moan in his ear, yanking on his hair in the process. You feel his huge arms wrap around you and hug you tightly to his chest before his hips smash up into you. He has his face turned into your neck and is whimpering into it every time his cock makes contact with your soft pussy.
"Thank you, baby. Thank you, honey- fuck, feels so fuckin' good." His voice devolves into a whine as he freezes and you can feel his cock pulse against you. You feel him twitch several times as a wet patch spreads under your pussy. You can feel his lips open in a silent moan against your neck. He sounds winded when he starts breathing again, moans sliding out alongside his exhales.
His muscles stop shaking before he speaks again, a sad groan coming out of him as he opens his mouth. “I used to be better than this, I swear.” His eyes are still closed as he gently presses up into you again with a groan, his cock twitching and spurting more cum into his pants. “Back in my prime, I would’ve rocked your world, would’ve had you shaking for me.”
You giggle into his neck before pulling back and placing a kiss on his nose softly. “I think you are in your prime, Joel.” He looks at you in disbelief.
“I don't see you shakin’, sweetheart.” You shake your head at him softly and grab his face with both of your hands. “I’m willing to give you time to change that.”
You see his eyes darken and his breathing gets shallow again, his hands tightening around you. He leans into your face with a smirk. “Y’know, I never even got that kiss…”
You giggle and pull him to you, kissing him with everything you have and feeling in the depths of your soul, that this was going to become a regular thing for you. You smile against Joel’s lips and your heart races at the thought. You pull away to giggle but he pulls you right back in, muttering out a muffled “Not enough” before smashing his lips to yours.
You kiss him as much as he wants, bathing in his attention, for the rest of the night.
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NEPHILIM (series masterlist) - Jackson-era!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader
summary: Joel Miller was something of a biblical figure to you. A small glimpse into the past of something archaic, untold, and harbouring on the dangerous. You liked to imagine him as one of the Nephilim. A son of god, offspring borne of a fallen angel and man. A giant of misunderstood nature. Who’s soul had been cast down on earth in punishment. His large hands had bloodshed on them, or so people had said. They whispered it quietly in the spaces between. The places he didn’t occupy often. But he was always on your mind…so there was no place for those whispers there.
a note from Lucy: biblical imagry, canibalism as a mataphor, animal imagry, joels stiff upper lip, mutual pining, two grown adults being bloody cowards!!! It's all fucking crack cocaine to me. So...enjoy two iditos in love. All parts are in chronological order.
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NEPHILIM: BAMBI
w/c: 1563 | angst, fluff
summary: when does a human stop being regarded as a human…and, instead, seen as something different entirely?
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! no use of y/n but reader is referred to as ‘Bambi’, no physical description of reader apart from ‘long lashes’, brief descriptions of injury and blood, religious imagery, use of guns/ being taught to shoot, me not remembering how to shoot even though I was taught how to so there may be inaccuracies lolsies, Joel is a little bit of a dick but it’s only because he cares!
NEPHILIM
w/c: 2498 | angst, smut
summary: the disturbing comforts the disturbed.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI DARK CONTENT! no use of y/n, I tried to keep her body type as generic as possible but he might be slightly skinny coded so please let me know and I’ll change it in edits, reader is referred to as ‘Bambi’, verbally constipated Joel Miller, brief gore descriptions, heavy religious imagery and references to the bible, biblical lore, bombastic age gap!!! yahhhhh! (reader is in her 20’s/ Joel is in his late 50’s), smut, p in v sex, creampie, fingering, rough sex, possessive!joel, dom!joel/sub!reader dynamic, you know the drill with my writing, there’s probably some form of cannibalism as a metaphor, or brutal violence as a metaphor, religious imagery as a metaphor, etc. (aka, fancy word vomit)
NEPHILIM: THE FALLEN | POEM
wc: 2755 | angst, fluff?, smut
summary: fallen or damned? who's to tell when it's joel miller
Warnings: 18+ MDNI DARK CONTENT! no use of y/n, reader is referred to as ‘Bambi’, verbally constipated Joel Miller, brief gore descriptions, heavy religious imagery and references to the bible, biblical lore, yearning, idiots in love, angst angst angst!!!!!!, bombastic age gap!!! yahhhhh! (reader is in her 20’s/ Joel is in his late 50’s), smut, oral sex (m! receiving), rough oral sex, possessive!joel, dom!joel/sub!reader dynamic, you know the drill with my writing, there’s probably some form of cannibalism as a metaphor, or brutal violence as a metaphor, religious imagery as a metaphor, etc. (aka, fancy word vomit) - Lucy crying over a bloody google doc :)
#joel miller#pedro pascal#joel miller x reader#joel miller smut#the last of us#joel miller fanfiction#nephilim#joel x reader#joel miller x y/n#joel miller x you#joel tlou#joel miller tlou#joel miler#joel miller fanfic#joel the last of us
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Reconnection
Part 2 of the Mistakes Series
Part 1: Mistakes. Part 3: Healing
Summary: You walked away from Joel after the confrontation at Bill and Frank��s. You thought you’d never see him again. Until you did.
Warnings: angst!!!!! reader is lonely :( Joel and reader are getting better at emotions!!! mentions of canon typical violence, allusion to sexual activities, happy-ish ending
WC: 2025
Notes: soooo here is the sequel to Mistakes!! I had originally planned on only having this series be two parts, and then I thought it would be three or four, but now I’m kind of back to only doing two bc I really liked how this part ended!!! Lmk what you think about that!!
Walking out was simultaneously the best and worst thing you could’ve done for yourself. You didn’t wake up feeling unwanted. You did what you wanted when you wanted because no one was there to hover over you. You lived in the woods, trading with other people like you, dodging Infected, and killing raiders who tried to make your life more of a living hell than living on this earth already was.
But you were lonely. You missed the times you had with Joel and Tess before everything happened. You missed the feeling of having a family, even if they weren’t a great one at the end. They were the only two people you trusted, and not having that safety net was terrifying. But you made your choice and you stuck to it. On April 23rd, 2023, you left the Boston QZ and didn’t look back, not even as Joel pleaded with you to stay. Not even as you saw tears start to fill Tess’s eyes for the first and last time. Not even as you snuck through the gate and slit the FEDRA agent’s throat who tried to stop you.
For a year, you wandered. Slowly, you traveled, going from Boston down to Pennsylvania, then you made your way through the Midwest. You didn’t really have a destination, you just knew that you wanted to be as far away from Boston as you could get.
And on April 23rd, 2024, you found Jackson, Wyoming.
Well to be more specific, the residents found you.
As always, you were wandering on your own. What was snow covered terrain in the winter was now grasslands in the spring as you hiked over prairies and rolling fields, slowly approaching the Rockies to the west. At some point, you crossed a few rivers, but honestly, so much of what you traveled had blurred together at this point. It was nighttime, and you laid down to rest, setting up a small camp as always. You slept for only two hours, which wasn’t abnormal for you. But what wasn’t normal for you was to be surrounded by three people on horseback pointing rifles at you when you woke up. Immediately, you put your hands in the air. You could take three people easily if they were on the ground, but on horseback, you were at a major disadvantage.
“Who’re you?” the one in the center asked.
His accent was familiar. You searched for his face, blinking your eyes open in the dark, slowly adjusting to the low light.
“‘M Y/n. Just passing through.”
“You by yourself?” he asked again.
Your eyes widened once they were finally adjusted from the dark.
It was Tommy, Joel’s brother.
You knew him back in the day, before he ran off to join the Fireflies. He was always a bit friendlier than his older brother, despite everything he’d gone through. And he was handsome, though you had always preferred Joel in that regard.
“Tommy?”
Your voice was much more confused than you would’ve liked, but it made him stop in his tracks. He studied your face, searching for something in it until the light turned on.
“Oh, shit, you’re that Y/n! Sorry I didn’t recognize you at first, it’s been a while.”
But his gun was still pointed at you. And you knew why.
“I’m not Infected. You can check me yourselves if you want.”
You rolled up your sleeves and your pantlegs to prove a point, showing off the lack of bites and claw marks on your body.
The person on the right, a woman with dark hair jumped down from her horse. It was at that point that you noticed a dog beside them, growling at you.
“The dog will know if you’re telling the truth,” she said.
You tensed up. Despite knowing that you were clean, the large creature baring its teeth at you was still unnerving. But you allowed him to approach, and soon his growls faded as he nudged you with his nose. You couldn’t help but smile as you scratched his head, the animal giving you some comfort as you looked up at the people who were now getting off of their horses. Tommy offered you his hand and you took it, allowing him to help you off of the ground. The dark haired woman smiled at you, and the other person, a man with light brown hair and glasses looked you over.
“It’s good to see you again, Y/n. It’s been a long time,” said Tommy with a smile.
“It’s good to see you, too. Always enjoyed your company,” you responded honestly.
His smile grew a little wider, but then dropped as he asked you, “What are you doing out here by yourself? Always thought if I saw you again, it would be with Joel and Tess.”
You tensed up, and he noticed.
“Long story. Don’t have time to tell it,” you offered simply, “what about you? Still with those Fireflies?”
He chuckled, “Not exactly. I’ll show you when we get there. You can share my horse.”
Despite not seeing him in many years, you trusted him. So, ignoring the sleep that wanted to retake you, you gathered your few belongings and got on the horse, along with the two others. During the ride, you learned their names were Maria and Allen.
“Maria’s my wife,” Tommy said, beaming with pride, “we’re parents now, can you believe it?”
You smiled at them both, “Congratulations!”
But why would they want a child in a world like this?
As the sun was rising over the Wyoming mountainside, you arrived at your destination. You couldn’t help but gasp out loud at the wooden gates and stare in shock at the beautiful town sprawled out before you.
“Holy shit, Tommy!” is all you could think to say.
Tommy laughed, his eyes crinkling at the sides, “Welcome to Jackson.”
Maria smiled and said, “We’ll find a place to put you up. I’m sure you’re tired since we interrupted your sleep. We can take you on a tour in the morning.”
Suddenly, your exhaustion hit you, your eyes drooping involuntarily as a yawn escaped your lips.
“That sounds great.”
You honestly didn’t even remember falling asleep, but when you woke up to knocking at the front door of your new house, the sun was high in the sky. You yawned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you trudged through your bedroom and the rest of your house to reach the front door.
“Hey, Y/n! Feel a little better?”
Tommy was on your doorstep with a smile.
You nodded, “Still a little sleepy, but much better, thank you.”
“Good,” he said, “you ready for that tour, now?”
“Sure.”
Tommy led you through town, pointing out the important buildings: the stables, the bar, of course, and the clinic, while explaining how things worked in town.
“Oh, and since you’re capable, we’ll probably put you in the patrol rotation as soon as you’re settled in…”
But you weren’t listening anymore. The two of you approached the school, since Tommy thought maybe you could help teach there, and there you saw something you hoped you’d never see again.
Joel.
He was talking to a teenaged girl with brown hair and a bright smile. He was laughing at something she had said, his eyes twinkling with a brightness you had never seen in them before.
Blood rushed to your ears as your heart pounded in your chest. You couldn’t help the way your hands shook as adrenaline rushed through you.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to see him again.
“Y/n, you okay?” asked Tommy softly.
Joel’s head whipped around upon hearing your name. It couldn’t really be you, could it? Your hair was too long and tangled, your clothes too torn and dirty, your shoes barely staying on your feet.
But those eyes were unmistakable. They carried so much weight, even more than the last time he saw you. They were filled with fear, anger, sadness, but worst of all, loneliness. And it was his fault.
Joel never stopped blaming himself for what happened. He missed you every day, and no one, not even Tess could pull him from his misery. Ellie filled the Sarah-sized hole in his heart, but there was still a you-sized hole from the past year. And now that you were before him, he was determined to get you back.
“Y/n.”
The soft murmur of your name was enough to shake you of your stupor.
“Joel.”
You said nothing more. What else was there to say?
“Hey, Ellie, you want to come to my place? Maria’s baking cookies,” Tommy asked, giving you both a meaningful look.
“Sure! You’d better come around then, too, Joel!” the girl, Ellie, said cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to what was occurring.
“I will, Ellie. You run along now,” Joel replied, smiling softly at the retreating figures of Ellie and his brother.
Then his attention was on you. And quite frankly, you didn’t know what to do.
Joel stepped toward you, closing the gap until you were face to face with the man that had been haunting your dreams for the past year.
“Didn’t expect to see you around here,” he said.
You heard the weight his voice carried. Even if others couldn’t read the stoic man, you could. You knew him too well, even after all of this time.
“Well that makes two of us.”
The bitterness still tinging your voice makes him wince slightly.
“It’s good to see you alive,” he offered, “that you’re okay.”
“No thanks to you.”
The tone was sharp, offered no room for friendliness or forgiveness.
Joel sighed softly, running his fingers through his graying hair, “I know. I’ve thought about it every day.”
That made you pause, the anger simmering below the surface beginning to give way.
“Me too.”
You wouldn’t say that you missed him. That you dreamed about a world where the three of you were still a team. That when you felt really lonely, your fingers would slip below your waistband, still thinking of him. That you often wished desperately that you never left. But you felt like he knew.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
His smile was tight lipped and his eyes swam with the ghosts of your shared past.
“No Tess?”
Her absence was noticeable to you. In the time the three of you had worked together, you didn’t go anywhere without the others.
Joel shook his head, “Dead.”
“Raiders?”
“Infected.”
“Oh,” you gasped, “I’m sorry.”
And you were. Tess was a good friend and a strong ally. Her death was unexpected to you, and you knew Joel had to have been there to see it. You wouldn’t wish that upon your worst enemy.
He looked at the ground, breaking eye contact with you for the first time, “Losing her was hard. I had already lost you, and then I lost her. Just like Sarah.”
Joel was never one to talk about his emotions, but you had broken down that wall during your partnership. And though you didn’t let your guard down to him, here he was using a wrecking ball.
“Joel, I-” this time you ran your fingers through the tangled mess that was your hair, trying to search for something to say.
But he continued, “I know what I did to you was wrong. Shutting you out wasn’t the answer, and I’m sorry.”
“It wasn’t. But maybe leaving wasn’t the best answer for me, either.”
That was the first time you had really admitted that to yourself.
“I should’ve talked to you, like this, before making a choice so rash. I’m so-”
“You don’t have to apologize. You did what you had to. You have to do what’s best for you in this world,” Joel interrupted, returning his gaze to you.
You nodded, “Well, maybe this is a chance for us to start fresh. Maybe it was meant to happen.”
The ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, “Maybe it was. Let me walk you home.”
And you did, with the feeling that you’d let him do it again and again.
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This scene is so much more emotional in the Remake. Joel really is a good dad.
#virtual photography#the last of us#tlou#tlou part 1#tlou part I#ellie williams#joel miler#the tipsy bison#tlou photomode#tlou photo mode#tlou remake#tlou remake photomode
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and so what if i wrote a joel miller reader insert based on the song silent earth by josephine illingworth. what then
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Hi Arien! Surprise self-rec time!🌷Pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics 💖
(if you've already gotten this from someone else, just link the post you answer in so I can check it out, please 🙏🏼)
(P.S. I think you and I share similar feelings about choosing favorites so feel free to substitute that with "3 fics you've written that have been on your mind lately)
Thank you for giving me an out, haha. I can't dabble playing favourites! 💕
The Knight of Cups
Set during selected important moments in Drifter's Dawn but through Tommy's eyes: mainly during the years Tess, Tommy and Joel travelled together in the early days of the apocalypse. I had so much fun with this - stepping out of Tess's POV, exploring stuff from a new (and maybe sometimes more honest, or unobstructed) perspective, and adding new scenes with details Tess wasn't privy to. It was my first time writing Tommy.
Spite
Tess and Joel learned to walk in Indianapolis so they could run in Boston. These are their Hunter/Raider years where they struggled most as a couple but began to really see each other, and forged the bond we later know. I still wish more of this had been in Dawn because it's so important, but I can't just add it in because of the POV changes. Anyway I am proud of the structure of this one and what it accomplished in a limited number of words.
Cordyceps: A Visual History
I hadn't written crackfic in about two decades and this came out of nowhere. A film crew documents life in Lincoln when two smugglers visit. Frank is a natural. His guests? Not so much. It's dumb, but I am proud of this one because it's just something different, silly and out of the box.
#asks#fic recs#tlou#the last of us#tommy miller#joel miler#tess servopoulos#bill x frank#tlou fanfic#the last of us fanfic
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Yes, Pedro made the list
#pedro pascal#jose pedro balmaceda pascal#the mandalorian#din djarin#dyn jarren#joel miler#the last of us series#the last of us hbo#the last of us
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Aaaaah… I can't stop looking at this photo and I want to make another Joel AI bot….
Joel and you on your honeymoon traveling through Europe!!!💖🥰💖
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I KNOW THAT I HAVEN’T POSTED THE JAKE SULLY X DAUGHTER! READER FIC BUT I KINDA GOT DISTRACTED BY THIS OTHER FIC THAT CAME UP. . . . . IT’S A JOEL MILLER X PLATONIC!READER/DAUGHTER!READER. AND IT’S ANGSTY. MAYBE. I DON’T REALLY KNOW.
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x platonic!reader#joel miller x daughter!reader#the last of us#the last of us hbo#joel miler#ellie williams
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❛Earshot❜
pairings: post outbreak! Joel x fem!oc
summary: when being made partners shortly after the departure of Jess, Joel decides to confess the feelings he’s kept cooped up after Ellie spurs him on, however, she quickly lives to regret it.
warnings: implied smut, age gap, language
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“Fuck!” Ellie yelled, loosing yet another round of rock, paper, scissors to the girl sat in the passenger seat. “You seriously suck at this.” Thea laughed, preparing for a new game.
Joel suspected that this was one of the only times that Thea had actually interacted with someone closer to her age. I mean yeah, she was still 6 years older than Ellie but it was certainly a rare occurrence to see adolescence since the rise of the cordyceps infection.
“Hey! Eyes on the map please!” Joel snapped.
Thea quickly turned around and flattened the paper map onto her lap, following previous lines in order to find their current location.
The girl stole a quick glance at Joel, one hand on the steering wheel and one resting by the window. His eyebrows furrowed and that permanent sheen of dirt across his forehead that could not be shifted despite the shower he had taken earlier at Frank and Bill’s house.
“Alright, that’s enough for today.” Joel huffed, before pulling off the side of the road, through a field, and then into a small patch of trees.
Thea opened the door almost immediately, glad to finally stretch her legs after hours of driving. Joel’s eyes wandered to the girls ass as she stepped out of the vehicle, taking a sharp inhale before doing the same.
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“You should just make your move already, macho man.” Ellie smiled, poking her stick around in the mud.
Joel quickly shifted his sight line from Thea, who was checking the area for any signs of other life form a few acres away, back to the pot of ravioli that he was cooking.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said in a dismissive tone, knowing exactly what Ellie was referring to.
“Mhm sure, I saw you checking her out earlier.”
Not wanting to dig himself further into a hole, Joel stayed quiet. Knowing there was no excuse that he could make up that would seem plausible.
“She likes you, ya know.”
“No she doesn’t. She’s young enough to be my … daughter.”
“Have you seen the way she looks at you!? Seriously just fuck her already!”
Joel simply grunted in response, tapping a spoon against the side of the pot to indicate the food was ready.
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“How long are we actually staying out here?” Ellie asked.
“Me ‘nd Thea take turns on watch tonight, then drive tomorrow all day, all night. Get us to Wyoming by next mornin’.”
“Can we start a fire, I’m freezing.” Ellie asked.
“Now why am I going to tell you no?” Joel replied in a slightly passive tone.
“Because infected will see the smoke?”
“No. Fungus isn’t that smart. This is too remote for infected anyway.”
“People?” Ellie said, raising her eyebrows as she spoke. “So what’re they gunna do, rob us?”
“Oh, they’ll have way more in mind that that.” Thea spoke, causing Ellie to fall quiet.
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“Thea. Thea! Wake up!” Joel hissed into the girls ear.
She groaned before rubbing her eyes and sitting upwards.
“Time for you to take watch.” He whispered.
She could barely make his face out in the dark but she could tell he was tired. Joel grabbed both of the girls hands before pulling her up and handing her the gun.
A couple of hours had passed since Joel had woken Thea up. The girl had began to feel drowsy but she knew she had to push through the feeling. Something she couldn’t quite shake however was the extremely low temperature.
She opened one of the car doors and rifled through the unorganised supplies before coming across one of Joel’s spare jackets.
However, before she was able to put it on, a twig snapped behind the girl. She quickly turned, holding her gun and a torch up to be met by a slightly terrified Joel.
“Woah!” He said, putting up his hands. Thea lowered the gun and let out a sigh of relief.
“Jesus christ.”
“You alright?” Joel asked, softening his gaze once the girl had let her guard down.
“Yeah yeah, just … freezing.” She explained.
Joel took the gun off the girl, placing it on the floor, before he took his jacket out of the girls tight clutch and draped it around her shoulders.
“Better?” Joel asked with a smile. the girl only chuckled in return, using her hands to tug the jacket closer around her body.
“Uhm, I know something else that could warm you up…” He stated in a meek tone, taking a step closer to the girl.
“What are you implying Joel Miller?” Thea giggles.
Joel closed the car door before pushing the girl up against the vehicle. He wasted no time getting into a heated make out session with Thea, both of their jackets discarded onto the floor and their bodies tangled.
“You know I’ve liked you for a while. You are gorgeous” He whispered, disconnecting their lips for a momentary breather.
Thea couldn’t take another second without his tongue roaming her mouth, she wrapped her forearms around his neck tightly and continued the kiss. Joel immediately reciprocates, released his firm grip around the girls ass and beginning to un-button his shirt.
“Hold on, are you sure? Ellie is sleeping just over there.” She asked, worry overcoming her other emotions.
“She’s out cold, just make sure not to make too much noise.” He smirked.
They didn’t exactly stick to that pact. A few small moans and a few ‘fuck’s had escaped Thea’s mouth but other than that, they both assumed they’d gone unheard.
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“Nice jacket.” Ellie remarked. “Things get a little heated last night?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Thea scoffed, sitting down next to the girl.
“Oh really? Because those sounds I heard last night say differently. Oh! And how could I forget the vigorous shaking of the truck?” Ellie smiled, knowing she was about to get a reaction.
Thea stayed silent, side eyeing Ellie as she watched the girl happily dissect a dead leaf.
“Oh Joel! Fuck, you’re so big!” Ellie mimicked, turning to watch Thea’s face drain of all colour.
“Look, all I’m saying is, if this is gunna become a regular occurrence, please make sure I am out of earshot!” Ellie said after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, throwing the leaf back into the floor.
“What’re you two yapping about?” Joel asked, eyebrows knitted together and his hands set on his hips.
“Oh! Only the fact that you two wer-” Thea throw a hand over Ellie’s mouth, causing the pair to tumble onto the floor. Joel only scoffed at the sight of the girls wrestling in the dirt.
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|TLOU 2 PARALLELS| gasmasks
#after spending 30 minutes trying to find good game screenshots i gave up and found some from Google#tlou 2#tlou part 2#the last of us part two#lev and abby#tlou abby#abby anderson#abigail anderson#tlou lev#ellie williams#joel miler#joel tlou#ellie the last of us#tlou parallels#joel and ellie
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CLICK HERE BABIES
don’t ask how but this made me think of my old man
no-outbreak!joel would have a set up like this, pride himself on the luxury and take you out here for ur anniversary. he then surprises u, saying that you’ll both be out here for a week. and you try to be happy about it but… camping?? for a WEEK???
but he’s so proud of himself for the set up, he also packed you a bag with camping gear he bought for you. he’d give you a “gourmet” meal. he has a dumb smile on his face the whole weekend.
nsfw i couldn’t help myself
he insists of fucking outside the tent every night, wanting you to be able to watch the stars while he pounds into you (making u see stars hahaha)
he wakes u up w the sunrise while fingering you every morning. you’re almost sore with how much he makes u cum that weekend but he gets so turned on by making u cum that u can’t bring urself to tell him to stop.
you guys bathe in a nearby stream every afternoon. you wash each other, joel sits on a rock and you sit on his cock (HAHAHAHA)
you actually enjoy it a lot more than you expected and it turns into a yearly thing. he up’s his setup every year, impressing you over and over again.
one year for his bday you bring him there with your own little setup. it’s nowhere near as good as his but he can see the effort you put in and it makes him feel like he’s having a heart attack.
you cater to him they way he did to you; you ride him outside the tent, wake him up with a handjob every morning and when cockwarming him in the stream you make sure to keep a slow grinding pace to edge him gently, ultimately working him to a mind shattering orgasm 🤭
#mmmmm i’m motivated but not at the same time#joel miller#joel miller tlou#poor baby joel#tlou joel#joelxreader#joel miller smut#joel tlou#joel the last of us#joel miller fluff#joel miler#joel miller x you#joel miller imagine#joel miller x reader#joel miller blurb#pedro pascal as joel miller
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