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first glimpse of love.

synopsis: after a close call with death, joel refuses to let you go.

pairing: joel miller x female reader

warnings: established relationship, age gap (sorry i can’t help myself), reader is attacked by a clicker, mentions of death, soft!joel, shower sex, unprotected sex, slight cockwarming, tess does not exist in this fic!

“joel, it’s ok. it’s just a shower,” you reassure, his hand wrapped around your wrist as you attempted to make your way into the bathroom. “i’m fine, i promise.” you add, he nods his head. letting go of you so you were able to retrieve the shower you were desperate to succumb to.

you were truthful when you said you were fine. you’d been attacked by clickers before, even a bloater once. but this was the first time since joel came into your life. in his head, he almost lost you. another person he loved dearly. he shouldn’t have let you go off on your own. he should’ve kept his eye on you. but for a moment, he didn’t. which was when it happened. before either of you could process it, a large clicker was on top of you, causing you to scream. you were able to grab your pistol in time and shoot the infected monster in the head as joel nervously ran to you, pulling the carcus off of you once he got there.

he spent at least 10 minutes panicking and inspecting you for a bite mark, which luckily, you managed to avoid. he was very protective, which made you feel extremely safe. he knew everything about you. that you were an orphan, only a few years old when the virus had destroyed the world he knew. both parents perished not even a year into the pandemic. he was the first glimpse of love you’d ever known. he and ellie were your purpose.

joel decided to stay at bill and franks that night, allowing the battery to fully charge before heading to wyoming. meaning there was access to hot water. you stripped your dirty, bloody clothes onto the floor and stepped into the steamy shower. hissing as the hot water trickled onto your skin. you used a bar of soap to cleanse your body, then washed your hair with the half empty bottles of foreign-scented shampoo and conditioner. joel said bill was resourceful, but you didn’t expect this extent of resourcefulness. you admired it. after reading the letter bill had left for joel, you couldn’t help but wish you could’ve met him and frank before they passed. joel said frank would’ve loved you.

you didn’t know how long you’d been standing there as you lost your train of thought, staring blankly at the tiled wall. you were pulled out of your daze as joel stepped into the shower, immediately wrapping his hand around your torso as he stood behind you.

“i’m not made of glass y'know?” you smiled, placing your hands on top of his. “sorry for wasting so much of the water,” joel just shook his head, placing a kiss on top of your own.

“that’s not why i’m here,” you turned yourself around so you were facing him, his hands pulling you firmly against him as you did. “almost lost you today,” he says quietly, holding you tightly in his arms. he was being dramatic, but his reaction is valid. considering how many people he’s lost along the way. you didn’t say anything, just let him hold you in his arms.

“i love you, joel,” you break the silence, head resting against his damp chest. he traced his fingers along your spine, the sensation of that and the hot water hitting your back was almost orgasmic.

“i love you,” he responds, hooking his finger under your chin and lifting your head. as your eyes locked, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. your hands lifted to his face, holding his stubbled cheeks as your lips collided. he deepened the kiss, tongue swiping along your bottom lip.

“want you as close as possible,” you say against his lips, he nods his head. knowing exactly what you meant. you felt his big hands travel down your body, resting at the back of your knees before lifting you into his arms. your arms wrap around his neck, his lips not leaving yours for a single second.

“never gonna let anything happen to you,” he says, turning you both so your back was resting against the tiled shower wall.

“i know, baby,” you say, gently biting at his bottom lip. “make me feel so safe,”

he moved one of his hands between your bodies, aligning his hard cock against your entrance. his lips leave yours for a second, examining your face closely as he slowly thrusts his hips forward. pushing himself inside you. your eyes roll back, mouth falling agape as he eventually bottoms out.

he sets a steady pace, indulging in your pretty moans and whimpers as he takes you against the wall. this was your favorite type of sex. slow, passionate, and loving. sure, you loved when joel got rough. calling you a filthy whore as he threw you around like a worthless sex toy. but this reminded you of love, and how much joel truly loved you. it was pure and special.

your nails dug into his shoulder as he quickened his thrusts, head falling back against the cold tiles which led to joel attacking your neck with gentle bites and sloppy kisses.

“g-god, feels so good, joel. please don’t stop,” you whine, legs wrapped tightly around him as you let yourself get completely lost in the pleasure.

“so good for me, baby. always do so good for me,” he spoke against your neck, the vibrations causing your back to arch. warm torsos pressed against each other. “never letting you go again,”

it didn’t take long for your orgasm to begin approaching, feeling all of the indicators that you were on the edge. but you tried your best to hold it off, not wanting this to end. ever.

“j-joel… slow down, don’t wanna cum yet. can’t c-cum yet…” you stutter, but joel didn’t halt his movements.

“just let go, baby. we can stay like this for as long as you want. just let yourself go,” and with that, your body succumbed to the pleasure. thighs trembling as you came around his cock. joel wasn’t far behind, the tightness of your walls and moans of pleasure pushing him over the edge. cumming deep inside of you.

neither of you moved for multiple minutes. embracing each other as if it was the last time you’d ever see one another. it felt so lovely. there was so much love radiating off the both of you. such an unlikely pair, but there is no way in hell you weren’t destined for each other. even if the circumstances of the world were different, you would’ve found each other one way or another.

“pretty enduring for an old man aren’t ya?” you say, finally breaking the silence with a cheeky grin on your face. joel lets out a tired chuckle.

“shut up,” he chuckled softly, pressing his lips to yours with pure delicacy. eventually, you helped joel clean himself up before finally leaving the shower. dressing yourselves in the clothes left in the overflowing cardboard boxes.

ellie had fallen asleep on the couch, so the two of you stayed in the spare bedroom upstairs, knowing the circumstances of what lays downstairs in the main bedroom, you can’t see yourself sleeping well. joel on the other hand didn’t seem too phased. he was pretty desensitized to this kind of thing, which was unsurprising.

joel latched onto your body as the two of you got into bed, you let him of course. and you didn’t say anything. you rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes as the sound of his heartbeat hit your ear.

you were almost asleep when joel finally spoke. “i love you so much,” is what he said. assuming you’d already fallen into a deep slumber.

“i love you so much too, joel.” you reply. those were the last words spoken that night. both of you eventually fall asleep in each other's embrace. safe, alive and feeling an immense level of love. that was all that mattered to him. you were safe, and nothing could harm you now.

Emotional Manipulation Starters

Trigger warnings apply. Requested by anon. (Disclaimer: not all of these sentences are manipulative in a different context, and some can be used jokingly as well.)

“If you really cared about me, you’d do what I’m asking.” “Don’t you trust me?” “I wish I never met you, honestly.” “You’re the reason I’m upset.” “It’s all your fault.” “I guess you just don’t love me enough.” “You have to keep it a secret. I’ll find out if you tell anyone.” “Whatever. It’s not like I care.” “I could just leave, you know.” “Do you like them more than me?” “Who have you been talking to?” “I would do anything to make you happy, I just want you to do the same for me.” “You have to tell me. Not telling me is just as bad as lying.” “It would be so easy for me to find someone else.” “If you loved me, you’d tell me.” “It’s like you don’t even care about me.” “One day I’ll be dead and you’ll regret not being there when I needed it.” “Nobody really cares about me, not even you.” “No one will ever love you the way I do.” “If you leave me, I don’t want to even think about what I’ll do.” “I’ll just tell everyone you were abusing me.” “You have to. You owe me.” “I’ve made sacrifices for you, now you have to do the same.” “I’ll never forgive you.” “No, it’s fine. Just do whatever you want, I guess.” “Am I upset? Why, should I be?” “If you don’t come over tonight, I’m going to hurt myself.” “I never said that. You’re trying to confuse me.” “I think you hate me.” “I would do anything for you, so why wouldn’t you do the same?” “If you don’t do this, it’s because you don’t love me.” “You were there for them, but not me?” “Yes, if you love me, you would change for me.” “I’m wasting my time with you.” “Well, I guess I’m just useless, aren’t I?” “I know you didn’t say it, but you were thinking it.” “You hate me. I know you do.” “You can’t convince me I’m not just a burden to you.”

A father warns his daughter about men's intentions, their shallowness and crudeness; a father thereby warns his daughter about himself, his past self, too. I am a man, I know what it is to be a man; I was like them, and now I must warn you about them. I am warning you about myself; be careful.

Katherine Angel, Daddy Issues

Character A is a gentle ray of sunshine. Sweet, comforting, loyal, dependable, and the lover of Character B.

Character A is traditionally the rock, the caregiver in their relationship, always looking after Character B, selflessly devoting their life to Character B out of love.

Unfortunately, Character B has magical abilities and uses their powers to erase the memories of their lover. Whenever Character A does something Character B doesn’t like (or whenever they simply miss Character A’s screams), Character B brutally punishes them.

Every time they’re abused, Character A is confused and afraid, begging Character B to stop, asking Character B why they’re hurting them, apologizing over and over…

Once Character B is satisfied, they heal Character A and wipe their memory, and Character A returns to the happy, doting lover, completely clueless.

Avengers AU - If Tony was Peter’s biological father

Tony is super protective of his son. And Peter, inspired by his dad, becomes Spiderman anyway (his dad and his Uncle Rhodey figure him out in a second though).

My other Avengers AUs