#Bambi Miller

[elliewlums]

"im sorry i yelled at you" + Joel Miller pls baby🫶congrats btw!

content warnings: fem!reader, argument prior to the scene, apologies, joel is soft on r

you don’t know when the tears started. not definitively, anyway. you remember what started as a disagreement escalating beyond either of your control; you remember a scrambling attempt to reel your feelings in, a tugging in your chest telling you that this is going too far. joel was yelling in a way he doesn’t very often, loud and sharp, cutting through your quieter voice like a knife.

he knows he’s fucked up the second you turn away. you stifle a hiccuping sob with the back of your hand, eyes squeezed shut and back rounding like an armadillo as you scold yourself for being so sensitive. you wouldn’t be under different circumstances, but it’s been a hard week and you’re tired.

you think maybe he’d be better off without you. you almost say it.

almost.

joel’s voice is suddenly closer; his hand scrubs a huge circle across the expanse of your back and your heart ticks, loud and booming in your own ears.

“i’m sorry i yelled at you.”

“it’s okay. i deserved it,” you say— quiet, voice congested where another bout of tears is stuck in your throat.

“no- no, you didn’t.”

you shrug and swipe a cruel palm across your stuffy nose. you’re moving against your better judgement, shoulders tilting until you’re facing joel again. he looks sorry in a sort of frustrated way, brows pinched above his deep set eyes, lips pursed, partially obscured by his scruff, peppered with grey.

“i didn’t mean for it to go as far as it did,” you mumble, lip trembling.

his hand cups the back of your neck and you let him draw you up until your noses are almost touching. his thumb rubs your cheek, just beneath your ear.

“i never meant to yell. i never want to raise my voice at you.” sweetheart, he wants to say; he thinks the pet name is maybe too much. “i’ll never do it again.”

you close your eyes and sag against his firm hold on your top half.

“come here,” he murmurs. you do as he says without thinking, though you’re not sure you can get much closer. his palm is cool against your hot cheeks. “get some rest, okay?”

you sigh and push yourself up towards your sleeping bag, a ways away from ellie’s sleeping figure. to your delight, joel follows.

“you comin’ with me?” you ask. you try not to sound too excited.

he rolls his eyes but settles next to you on the woodland floor anyway. branches crunch beneath your body as you try to get comfortable. once you’re manoeuvred into joel’s lap, your head against his thigh, you’re already half asleep.

you’re not sure why he’s so soft on you, but you’re not going to protest.

#bambi’s 4k blurb night! #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller drabble #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller fluff #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #tlou fanfiction #joel miller #joel x y/n #joel x you #joel x reader #joel miller angst

[lovesclinic]

ྀི ۪  ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪  ׂ. ꒰ 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 !! ꒱

꒱ pre! breakout joel x feminine reader

꒱ in which joel finds that he loves skincare as long as it’s with you

thinking about joel walking into your bathroom and seeing you rubbing all sorts of creams and serums on your face,

scoffing and strolling past you to retrieve his toothbrush, mumbling something like, “m’silly girl,”

he’s not sure how he went from brushing his teeth to being sat upon the toilet seat, feet atop the pink bathroom mat you only had to flutter your eyelashes for.

a fluffy white headband adorned joel’s head, working to keep his flopping brown hair away from his face, two bunny ears stick out of the headband you somehow convinced him to wear.

“now darlin-“ he stuck up a hand to pause you in your ministrations of trying, and failing, to open the bottle.

he was just about to request, as kindly as possible, that selfcare sunday be over, despite it being a tuesday.

but instead he simply sighed and spoke softly to you, “do y’need some help with that, bambi?”

the nickname never failed to leave you speechless, so you simply poured and nodded you head dumbly as he wrapped his warm arms around your own, taking the bottle and unclasping the lid for you, still keeping you snuggled in his body heat.

seeing your face light up, eyes sparkling at the sight of his face covered in some aqua green goo, made the uncomfortable tightening feeling in his face worth it.

he loved you. and he loved skincare sundays (on any day).

your skincare routine was quickly established as a regular in your relationship with joel. doing skincare had never even crossed joel’s mind, and even when sarah asked for products he was always left sort of.. confused to the appeal of the ritual. but when he did it by chance, it then it had become a regular part of your shared day.

he likes to walk through the steps with you in the morning and the evening, standing next to you and gazing into the bathroom mirror.

he finds it amusing how serious you act when applying the mask to his face - brows furrowed, nose twisted, lips pouting ; the scolding, slightly whine in your voice as he purposely forces you to adjust it once again.

“god! lean down, joel, you’re too tall,”

joel knows that you usually are quite shy and hesitant to speak your mind, so he appreciates moments like this.

and he loves that you’re comfortable enough around him to be bossy.

#x feminine reader #hyper feminine #coquette #cute girly #girly reader #joel miller #joel miller fluff #joel miller x reader #pink reader #grumpy x sunshine #bambi #innocent reader #x innocent reader #joel tlou #tlou fanfiction #tloudaily #tlou ellie #tlou sarah

[sweetlilbambi]

the marauders to stranger things to avatar to the last of us pipeline is so real

#still obsessed w them all at the same time tho hehe #a james potter fic on a monday and a joel miller on friday #bambi’s shitposts #marauders x reader #marauders #james potter x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #avatar #jake sully #jake sully x reader #the last of us #joel miller x reader

[inkbybambi]

dbf!joel miller when the fallout arrives —

words: 1k rating: there are allusions to smut but nothing explicit. however, my blog is 18+ so minors please dni. warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, no happy ending, brief mentions of smut, picking cuticles and biting nails. if i miss anything, please let me know! notes: sorry in advance.

the fallout had been nothing less than catastrophic.

your father — you've never seen him so blind with rage, before. spewing vitriol and venom, mainly towards joel. it's unfair, you want to cry, you were part of it too. joel tried to be reasonable and rational at the beginning and you — you kissed him anyway.

you can't blame him, not really. some part of you knew it was always going to end like this.

it's been weeks since you've spoken with either of them. maybe a month, maybe a little more. you don't want to know, and you're not keeping track. time blurs together when you're barely making it one moment to the next.

joel hasn't reached out. you can’t blame him, either, but you can't deny that it hurts.

you thought that he might’ve fought back, stood his ground about your relationship. telling your father how much the relationship meant to him, how much you meant to him. anything that made it seem like he was doing something, anything he could to keep you.

you thought wrong, apparently.

the truth fucking hurts.

it's hard to eat, hard to sleep. you keep worrying about him. is he able to sleep okay? is he reading over your messages, wanting to type an olive branch out, remembering everything he said to you? is it eating him up at fucking all?

did it even mean anything to him?

"hey."

your father, surprisingly, was the one to reach out first. far too long after the entire ordeal happened. it makes your heart ache at the thought that it's been that long. that he's been able to — somewhat — come to terms with it and he's willing to talk. he offered to have you over one evening after work. not for dinner or anything, just to talk.

you should take what you can get, you suppose.

there isn't anything left for you to lose.

his voice is rough as you sit across from him at the table. you can't find the courage to say anything back.

the silence stretches.

you pick at your cuticles, blood seeping into the open wounds when you pull back your skin too far.

"he hasn't talked to me," you offer, chancing a look at him, after a few moments of silence that hang too heavy, a weight ready to drop and crush whatever is beneath it. "since..." you trail off, swallowing hard as you beg yourself to not cry. "i haven't... haven't tried, either."

your father nods, fingers tapping on the wood. if he's even a little bit happy about that, he doesn't show.

"it's better this way," you continue, voice weaker, unsure who you're trying to convince.

you bite at your nail. it's a nasty habit you've never been able to break.

"he'll find someone — " you inhale hard, let it out shaky. you don't want to think of him with someone else, someone who's not you. you don't want to think of him kissing someone else, holding them at night like he'll protect them from everything, whisper the sweetest promises in their ear while he takes them apart piece by piece with his mouth and fingers and —

"someone better," you manage to finish, if not a little pained.

you should've kissed him more. lingered in his arms a little longer in the mornings, in the evenings after he cleaned you up from the mess between your legs. you wish you had burned the memory of his smile into your veins — into your blood, into the smallest pieces of yourself that mattered — the one reserved for you, lighting you up like fire, keeping you warm in the unbearable moments you weren't with him.

all that's left is ash.

your father still says nothing. still won't look at you.

"it wasn't him." your father needs to understand. when you thought of the fallout — and you thought it inevitable, as it was — you never thought joel would lose everything too.

you don't know why you didn't think that. your father is understanding, but not that understanding.

you don't know why you're trying to defend joel, either. he doesn't seem to have tried the same, and he sure as shit didn't try when everything was being doused in kerosene and left to ignite.

"do you want him to find someone else?" you don't know why he asks, and you don't want to answer.

a bit of your nail came loose when you were biting it, and now you pick at it, tearing it off. destroying yourself in these small manners so there's less of you left to drag home when it's all over. glass lines your throat, making it hard to swallow, harder to breathe.

"it doesn't matter," you answer, and now he is looking at you, eyes dark and unforgiving. your heart shatters at the thought, but you never were particularly good at letting things go, letting them leave.

"no," he agrees, and it grates like broken steel, palm flat on the table as he leans back, monitoring your every movement. "it doesn't."

"i'm sorry," you offer, weak. tears burn your eyes, and you dig your fingers into your palms, biting at the skin, trying to focus the pain on anything other than your heart.

it beats, uncomfortable and heavy like lead, as it has for the past few weeks, as you fear it will until you die.

"you wouldn't have done it in the first place if you were," he bites out.

you bite the inside of your cheek, eyes closing as the tears begin to fall. he pushes back from the table — you hear the scrape of his chair. you sniffle, trying to hold back the sob that wants to break free.

you should say something — cry, beg, something to make him understand. you can't. your voice is locked, stuck in your throat as you fight to keep breathing.

your father wants to say something too, you can feel it.

but he never does, and he leaves you in the kitchen with a single light on, leaving you to the silence of blood thrumming uncomfortably in your veins and your heart beating like it's going to stop.

#ink by bambi #joel miller/reader #joel miller/you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #dbf!joel miller #joel miller imagine #joel miller angst #the last of us imagine #the last of us angst

[stylishgods]

hey. anyways

#dave and bambi #vs dave and bambi #dsaf #dayshift at freddys #dave miller #they/it for dave dsaf here pleas #dave algebra class

[angeldored]

i love waking up n scrolling thru my dash like it’s the morning paper. kisses to u all and ur hcs

#going to HELL (work) n I have a commission to finish so if i’m on it’ll be on the millers n tati. who u guys should talk to me abt #♡ — bambi speaking / ooc.

[malejandrotruther]

Doodles we did on whiteboard fox, the first one is just two sillies who did each others makeup (horribly) -Dave

#dave and bambi #dnb expunged #fnf expunged #dnb bandu #fnf bandu #dnb #fnf #friday night funkin #dsaf dave #dave miller #dsaf #dsaf art #fnf art #my art #system #system alters

[knowledgevariabledarcy]

#dave strider #dave gahan #dave and bambi #dave miller #dave mustaine #Youtube

[justagalwhowrites]

Yearling - Ch. 29: Together

You and Joel find your way back to each other. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-28 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut. Smutty smutty smut smut smut. They missed each other so they fuck. In several positions. PIV sex and just a lot of it, OK? Also, there's a cliffhanger. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only 

Length: 7.5k

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You didn’t wait for the front door to close before you were touching him again. You couldn’t resist him, the feel of him warm and strong and all encompassing. It was hard to remember why you’d been afraid of him now that you were here beside him. The way your mind had melded Joel with the worst things that had ever happened to you felt so far away now. It had for a few weeks now. 

It was so easy to fall back into trusting him once you had to. He was looking out for Savvy. It scared you, at first, but you couldn’t force her to come home without risking her leaving Jackson entirely. You didn’t have another choice, you had to trust him to take care of her. 

But seeing how he cared for her just made you fully realize how he cared for you even as you’d pushed him away. Being close to him every day, the deep comfort of his drawl, his soft warmth, his gentle reassurance was almost intoxicating. You started looking forward to your daily visits to his house not just because you were closer to Savvy and hearing about her life but because it meant you got to be close to Joel and bask in the inherent safety of his presence. Once your body adjusted to the fear of Savvy being away from you again - and then the panic of Cody being close - the feelings for Joel flowed into those parts of you, filling the gaps and pathways in ways that were comfortable and familiar. 

It had grown into this now, a needy and demanding pull that led you to his front door. 

You pressed yourself firmly against him, his hands almost chastely holding your waist as your arms tightened around his neck. Every line of him was there, solidly against you, and there was too much between you. Your hands twisted in his hair for a moment, clutching him close, before sliding down to his chest and fumbling with the buttons there while you kissed him. Joel’s touch grazed up the curve of you, up and over your arms to find your wrists. He took them gently in his hands and pulled them from his shirt, holding them between your bodies as he pulled his lips, breathless, from your own. You frowned a little, looking into his eyes. His pupils were blown, his gaze desperate as his thumbs lightly traced your thudding pulse at the inside of your wrists. 

“Bambi,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “What do you want?” 

“You,” you whispered back, moving to kiss him again, but he pulled back, just far enough that your lips never met. You frowned, opening your mouth to protest, but he cut you off. 

“Know I said you can do what you want with me, but…” he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, an almost pained expression on his face before he looked at you again. “We do this…I need to know you’re not going to leave again…”

“Joel…” 

“I don’t think I can survive that, baby,” he said softly, shaking his head a little. “Not right now and… look, if it were just me I was lookin’ after, it wouldn’t matter. But I got the girls to take care of and they need me. Much as I want this, I can’t risk it if you’re not gonna stay, not right now.” 

You slowly raised a hand, gently cupping his cheek, his head so large in your palm, and your finger softly traced the scar at his temple. He closed his eyes, pressing his skin into yours there as you held onto him. His grip on your wrist tightened to hold it still, your fingertips tracing the scar as he turned to press his lips to your pulse. 

“Want you, sweetheart,” he said, nuzzling into your touch. “Want you so bad it hurts. Do damn near anything for you. But I can’t risk losin’ myself right now, not when I need to keep it together for them.” 

You nodded and pressed yourself as close to him as you could manage, the hand that had remained almost stubbornly at your other wrist slipping around to the small of your back, cradling you against him. 

“Not leaving,” you said softly. He gripped you a little harder, his fingertips sinking into your skin. “I’m not saying I might not need time now and then, I don’t know yet, but I’m not leaving. I’m sorry I did…” 

“Don’t be,” his thumb gently traced the inside of your wrist before he kissed you there again, mouth wet and soft and lush on your skin. “What you said… it was all true. All of it. There’s a lot of shit I did that I’m not proud of in my life but the shit I turned a blind eye to then… more ashamed of that than anything I ever did myself.” 

“But it’s different now,” you trailed your fingers through his graying curls before cradling the back of his head. “That was a long time ago, I know that, and I should have been able to understand that things were different then and…” 

“Sweetheart…” 

“I can’t lose you again either,” you said quietly, tugging his forehead gently to your own and closing your eyes for a moment when you connected there, too. You took a moment and just breathed him in, his skin smelling woodsy and masculine and like home. You opened your eyes again and found his,  “I was so afraid and in so much pain but I missed you, I missed you so much, I missed you the whole time and I…” Your voice broke and a stray tear slipped down your cheek. “It was so hard to find a reason to keep going without you and I…I don’t want to have to try to find a reason ever again. I can’t lose you again, Joel, I can’t…” 

His hand slipped over your arm and he gently took your chin in his large hand, tilting your head to press his lips to yours. His kiss was almost hesitant, delicate. The way his fingers clutched at your back or gripped your chin were the only indication that he wanted more. You pressed yourself tighter to him and he groaned, holding you against his body, his hand slipping from your chin to hold your nape, his lips growing more insistent. Eventually, he pulled back from you, breath heavy on your skin, his eyes searching yours. 

“Can’t lose me,” he said, breathless. “I’m yours, always belonged to you…” 

You nodded and kissed him again, hungry and desperate. Your hold on him shifted without even really thinking about it, clutching onto him, the burn of need flaring in your stomach. You weren’t sure who started moving your bodies toward the stairs, you or him, but you were there before too long, your lips only pulling away from his long enough to make it to the landing on the second floor. 

By the time you were in his bedroom, his shirt was unbuttoned and you were shoving it down his arms, needy fingers sinking into his flesh as soon as they could reach it. He was so big, his chest and shoulders and arms thick and firm and sculpted but his stomach warm and soft and you remembered, suddenly, curling up with him in bed before. How your head would rest there, how his palm would rhythmically smooth your hair back from your face, how warm and safe and comfortable he was. 

Joel pulled away from you just enough to pull your shirt - really, his shirt - up and over your head before tugging your bared skin flush to his own with a needy moan. He closed his eyes for a moment before he took your face in his hand, his gaze raw and open. 

“This what you want?” He asked. His voice trembled. You just nodded, already trying to bring his mouth back to yours as quickly as you could. “Thank fuck,” he said, barely getting the words out before you were kissing him again. 

You tugged almost frantically at his pants as he moved you back toward the bed, unclasping your bra as he went. It didn’t seem to matter how quickly you were undressing each other or how close he already was to you, it wasn’t enough. The fire in you that had started downstairs was an inferno now, licking up through your skin to reach your throat, out to your limbs, the only thing that seemed to quench it was the knowledge that he’d be inside you soon, that you’d be even closer soon. 

Joel’s jeans and underwear were on the floor when you reached the bed, your jeans open before you fell back onto the mattress, crawling back to the middle of it as he almost ripped your body free of your remaining clothes. You reached for him, fingers stretching and groping to pull him closer and you had the fleeting thought that you should feel vulnerable and exposed here like this. If it was anyone else, you would. But with Joel, all you wanted was more. More of him on you and around you and inside you, more of yourself laid bare for him and there for the taking.

He climbed over you, thick cock dripping in his hand as he looked down at you, a desperate look on his face. 

“Much as I want to take this slow…” he began, panting, but you cut him off. 

“I don’t. Just… please, Joel. I need…” 

“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, lining his cock head up with your entrance, his forehead against yours. You nodded against him and he kissed you, deep and familiar. He pressed into you, moaning against your mouth as his length opened you to him. You arched into the delicious, stinging stretch as he filled you to the root of him, all of him inside the whole of you. 

It was very nearly too much. You could feel him so clearly within yourself, how he fit you the way nothing else ever had, how his whole body overwhelmed yours in a way that was a comfort and not a threat. You brought your palm to press against his chest, over his heart to touch the life of him there. You could feel the desperate pant of his breaths, the heavy thrumming of his pulse below your touch, how vital he was. He pulled his lips from you and dropped his head to your chest, breathless for a moment. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, rocking your hips up against him, needing the friction so badly it made your head spin. His hand fisted in the sheets near your head as he gasped, pushing deeper into you, the weighty press of his hips forcing yours to settle. 

“Need you to be still, need you to gimme a minute,” he groaned. You could feel his heartbeat in the base of his cock where you were stretched taut around him. “Fuck… You feel… Jesus, need to make you come and I’ll finish too fast if you keep doin’ that, baby, please…” 

“I don’t care,” you wrapped your arms around him, clutching onto him. “Don’t care if you come too quick, as long as you’re inside me I don’t care, please, Joel, please, I need to feel you, please.” You tilted your hips below him as best you could below his weight and your channel closed around him, so much of you going molten and drawing tight into yourself. “Do whatever you want with me, I need you, Joel. I need you.” 

He lifted his head from your chest and looked down at you, smoothing your hair back, his large palm coming to rest at the crown of your head. 

“I’m yours,” he said softly. “Always have been.” 

He started to move then, drawing back as you whimpered below him only to thrust back in and fill you again. He tried to go slow at first, you could feel him holding back. But you met him thrust for thrust, hand slipping up his back to tangle in his curls. His gaze held yours as he moved in you harder, faster, the ache in you drawing sharp and tight around him, heat spreading from the core of you into everything you were. 

“Fuck, I missed you,” his breaths grew ragged, thrusts stuttering inside of you. “Missed you so fucking much.” 

He kissed you before you had a chance to respond, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. You met him there, too, every inch of you clawing to be close to every inch of him as he fucked into you, your orgasm building hot and full inside you. Your nails sank into his skin as the band of pleasure inside you drew as tight as it could go and you pulled back from him enough to take a gasping breath as it snapped, your channel throbbing and pulsing around him. 

“Oh fuck,” he panted, keeping up his sharp, heady strokes. “Fuck, there you go, coming so good for me, fuck, you’re gonna milk me dry like that baby, not gonna last…” 

“Good,” you managed, back arched so your stomach was flush with his. “Want to feel you, please Joel, fuck, please, need you to come in me please, please, please…” 

You kept begging like a mantra, pleading the only thing you seemed to know how to do, until he thrust deep one last time.

“Fuck!” He came apart inside you, his head pressed against the soft back of your core. His cock throbbed thick and heavy and deep, so hard that you could feel the contractions of his orgasm in his hips as they were flush to yours, the pulsing against your clit drawing your own climax out as you pulled his come deep into you. 

He all but collapsed on you as he finished, his body going nearly limp on yours as you held him in the cradle of your hips, gently stroking his hair and back as he panted for breath. After a few minutes, he kissed you softly and slipped his softening cock from your dripping core, laying at your side. You rolled to be against him, your head on his chest as his arm slipped around your shoulders, holding you close. You just felt him exist beside you for a moment, basking in the smell of his skin and the warmth of his body and the rise and fall of his chest. His fingers trailed softly up and down your arm, tracing a delicate pattern there. 

“You’re here,” he said quietly, eventually. 

“I’m here,” you said back, adjusting your head to look at his face. But his head wasn’t angled like it would be on a pillow, instead just flat and staring up at the ceiling. You frowned and adjusted so you could actually see him and he smiled a little as you propped yourself up on your elbow, his fingers slipping to your back and brushing over your spine. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“No idea how much I missed you,” he reached up and traced along your hairline to your ear, down your jaw, your throat. “Fuck, not sure how I made it this long without you…” 

“I missed you, too,” you said, your hand resting over his heart again, feeling his pulse in his chest. The two of you just looked at each other for a moment before you glanced around the head of the bed and frowned. 

“What?” He asked, still sounding blissed out, as he pressed his thumb lightly to where your eyebrows drew together. 

“Where are your pillows?” You asked. “That can’t be comfortable.” 

He laughed a little. 

“I’m not that old, baby,” he said. “I’m doin’ fine. Great, actually.” 

“But where are they?” You asked again, frown deepening. He flinched a bit. “OK, now you really have to tell me.” 

“Well,” he said, hesitant, his hand stilling on your back, fingers spread wide on your bare skin. “See, pillows are a bit of a finite resource around here, don’t have a ton…” 

“OK…” You said, eyes narrowing slightly. 

“And…” he took a deeper breath. “Well… Didn’t really feel right, sleepin’ in here without you. Bed seemed real big without you in it…” 

“Joel,” you gaped at him. “Where have you been sleeping?” 

“Couch,” he shrugged. “So I moved the pillows down there and…”

“You’ve been sleeping on your couch?” You asked, incredulous. “For how long?” 

“Haven’t…” he paused. “Haven’t slept in here without you.” 

“Joel!” 

“It’s a comfortable couch,” he said, smiling a little. “It wasn’t bad. Better than being in here without you.” 

You lay back down with a groan, burying your face in his neck, nuzzling into his skin. 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” you said quietly. 

He shrugged.

“I’m sorry,” you said, lips brushing the soft skin at the base of his throat. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you…” 

“I know,” he whispered, his fingertips finding new paths over your skin. “And it wasn’t you that hurt me, it was myself. Had to come to terms with a lot of shit I just… hadn’t dealt with. It was easier to pretend that part of my life didn’t happen. Never tried to pretend like I was a good man. Hell, never tried to pretend like I was even an innocent one. But knowing I hurt you… that was hard to live with. I did what I could to live without you and live with knowin’ that.” 

You adjusted so your head was level with his and he turned to look at you, his brown eyes so warm and soft and deep. You reached out, trailing your fingers through his curls, tracing over his skin before you gently cupped his cheek, your forefinger coming to rest at the scar on his temple. You leaned in and kissed him softly, delicately, your lips more ghosting over the plushness of his than pressing fully against him. 

“I think you’re a good man,” you whispered. 

He laughed softly, once. 

“M’not,” he said. “And I’m definitely not good enough for you. But I promise you, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be. Don’t think I can make up for what I did before but I’m gonna do my damndest.” 

“You’re good,” you said, thumb gently brushing against his cheekbone. “What you did then… it doesn’t matter, not anymore. You’re the best man I’ve known. You’re good. As much as those other men took from me, don’t let them take that, too. You’re a good man, Joel Miller. You’re a good man and I… I love you.” 

His eyes searched yours for a moment before he slowly, cautiously, kissed you. His large hand slipped over your jaw, your cheek, tangled in your hair as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was slow and gentle at first, almost hesitant, but it didn’t stay that way for long. It shifted to deep and desperate, his tongue dipping into you as he rolled fully onto his side to line his body up with yours. 

The almost overwhelming ache that had eased when he’d pressed deep inside you before flared back to life and you whimpered against his mouth as his hand moved from your face, down your body to grip your thigh. He hitched your leg over his hip, his fingertips sinking into the meat of you there as his thick cock hardened and brushed against your grasping hole that still leaked his spend and your own. 

“Joel,” you breathed as he rocked his length against you, the head of him just barely catching at your entrance before sliding over your slit to your clit and back down again. 

“Not too sore?” He asked softly, want seeping into his voice. 

“Not too sore,” you whispered back. “Want you, please…” 

He didn’t need to be told twice, pressing his head into you with a low, needy moan. 

It was different this time. He moved slower, pushing in an inch at a time as your body held his. You could feel everything about him like this, the precise way he made room for himself inside of you, the way the soft of his belly pressed against yours, the way his breathing stuttered when your channel fluttered a little in pleasure as he reached somewhere deeper. His hand skimmed over your skin from your thigh to your breast, cupping and gently squeezing the tender, plush fullness of you there as he kissed from your lips to your cheek, over your jaw down your throat as he reached the end of you. He kissed back up your neck to your forehead and you pulled back from him just enough to look down between your bodies to see where you were joined. 

Something at the back of your mind pulled at you, an inkling that the sight of the two of you together should be obscene or dirty or, at the very least, indulgent. But you couldn’t bring yourself to think of it that way. Seeing him in your body that way, the combination of your release rimming the base of his cock and dampening his coarse hair, your slit spread wide to take him into yourself, lower lips swollen with your need for him like this? All you could see was the rightness of him inside of you, the beauty of your bodies joining the way you felt like they’d always been made to do. 

You looked back to him and he tugged you closer so there was no space between you at all, the hand that was holding your breast slipping around your back to press you tighter to him. He pulled you so close that your cheek came to rest atop his, his hips completely flush with yours, his cock so deep inside of you that it bordered on pain. You looped your arm around his shoulder to keep yourself close and he pressed a kiss to your collarbone. 

“Joel,” you breathed. “M’so full…” 

“I know,” he whispered back, flexing his hips just enough to pull a small whimper from you. “Need to be this close to you though, baby…” 

You nodded down into his shoulder and took a deep breath, pulling the warm scent of him deep into your lungs. 

“I love you,” your lips brushed his skin when you spoke. “I love you so, so much, Joel.” 

He moaned and pulled back in a way that would be almost imperceptible if your bodies weren’t so closely tied, just enough to find a bit of friction as he pushed back in, not even pulling back a full inch of himself like he couldn’t bear to be any further from you than that. 

“I love you,” he nuzzled into your skin. “More than anything, I love you.” 

He pulled back ever so slightly again, the drag of his head inside you catching on the most tender part of the depths of you, the press of his hips finding your clit with every stroke. 

Joel build your next orgasm slowly, keeping the slow and gentle and easy rhythm inside of you as he held you close and tight, allowing his hands and lips to explore you while you just clutched onto him, drawing tighter and tighter within yourself as he worked you expertly. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, so close to the edge, clutching onto him desperately. “Please, I… I need…” 

You couldn’t seem to find the words, the steady rocking of him keeping you hovering there, body taut and tense and ready. 

“So tight on me, baby,” he grazed your earlobe with his teeth and you whimpered again, tears stinging the edges of your eyes, your pussy drawing in even tighter. “Oh you’re so close, so close aren’t you?” You nodded frantically against him, your lips pressing into his shoulder wet and heavy. “Need just a little more? Just a little more to come for me?” 

Before you had a chance to even nod, the hand that had been spread wide across the middle of your back sank lower, splaying over the small of your back and holding you tight, tilting you just how he wanted as he thrust in just a little harder, just a little deeper, each motion punctuated by little grunts as he took you. 

“Come for me,” his voice was so desperate at your ear. “Know you can baby, know you need to, just let yourself go. I’ve got you, take such good care of you, make you feel so good, just let go for me. All you have to do is let go for me, c’mon baby…” 

Your fingers clutched onto him and you came with a small, strangled cry and you felt his hips stutter for a stroke before he picked up the pace again, your tightness fluttering over him. 

“Fuck, there you go,” his voice was tense as you felt. “Chokin’ my cock, fuck baby, fuck I’m gonna…” he pressed deep and hard and you felt the heavy throb of him coming inside you, two pulses spilling into you before he started pumping into you again. You whimpered, the aftershocks of your orgasm taking you as you went limp in his arms. “Doin’ so good, take it all baby, know you can…” 

You just nodded weakly against him, not able to move any further than that as he thrust two more times before leaving himself deep inside of you as he finished, his hold on you relaxed just a little. You just stroked his back, brushing your lips along his shoulder before you pulled back enough to properly look at him again. He smiled softly at you and you smiled a little back before moving to kiss him lightly. But when he went to pull himself from you, your leg tightened around him, holding him deep. 

“Can you stay inside me?” You whispered. “Please? Not ready for you to be away from me yet…” 

“Course baby,” he said, his hold on you tightening a bit as he rolled onto his back, taking you with him, leaving you splayed on his chest. “Give you whatever you want.” 

His large palm skated up and down your spine, your head suddenly light and fuzzy. You took a deep breath and let yourself relax against him, the feeling of him warm and full as he softened inside you. 

“Love you, Joel,” you said softly, exhaustion catching up with you quickly. You barely heard him say it back as you fell asleep. 

***

“Should tell Tommy we can’t go,” Joel said quietly, his fingers in your hair as you lay on top of him. You were so warm and soft against him. He felt you smile into his chest. 

“Can’t do that,” you said. “C’mon, you know this is the last big sweep for infected before winter really sets in…” 

“Fine,” he said. “Tell Tommy he can go with Julie so you can come with me.” 

You laughed once against him before raising your head just enough to look at him. 

“You do realize we can’t just fuck the whole time we’re on patrol, right?” You asked, brows raised. 

“I do understand this, yes,” he smiled a little. “But you’re a far better view than Tommy…” You scoffed and buried your face in his chest again. “What? You are.” You kissed the middle of his chest and his heart rate picked up. 

“We should go,” you said, kissing him over his pounding heart this time. “Especially if you want time to try to talk your brother into changing patrol partners…” 

He sighed, giving you a final squeeze, memorizing how your skin felt on his own. You were so damn soft, seemed impossible that something as soft as you could exist in this fucked up world but you did and you were here, with him, in his bed, in his arms. 

You’d fallen asleep before him and he lay there below you, feeling your heartbeat through your skin and the rise and fall of your chest, your whole body relaxed on him. 

He wasn’t sure he’d ever get this with you again. Not just the sex - though he’d have killed to have that with you, too - but the closeness. He’d have done anything to feel you, pliant and trusting, against him again. More than anything else, he needed you to feel safe with him again. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to get through the rest of his life without that. He needed to be able to take care of you and protect you and make sure that you were happy and he couldn’t do that if you didn’t trust him enough to be beside him. 

But then you were asleep on him, no tension anywhere in you, close enough to him that he could feel all of you. 

It was still dark when he woke up. You’d adjusted in the night, his cock slipping out of you and you winding around the side of him, your arm draped over his chest, head on his shoulder. He lifted his head just enough to look down at you and smiled a little before he kissed your forehead. You pressed closer, a needy little moan slipping from your lips, a rock of your slick pussy against his hip. He trailed his fingers down from your shoulder, your arm, to graze your breast before gently cupping you there, your skin soft and full against his callused hand. He felt you stir against him, your body seeking out more and more of his, his cock getting hard at the feeling of your skin gliding over his. Then, the wet press of your mouth at his chest and a deliberate grind of your clit against him. 

“Morning,” he said softly. 

“Hi,” you whispered before kissing his chest again, pressing closer. “How late is it?” 

“Not sure,” his thumb brushed the stiff peak of your nipple and you shuddered against him. “Think we got some time, though…” 

You straddled him, giving his cock just a few gentle strokes, spreading his precome over his thick shaft before lowering yourself onto him, head thrown back as you moaned. He held your hands as your fingers laced with his, supporting your weight as you sank down on him and he watched himself disappear into the swollen heat of you.

“Fuck,” he groaned. You were so wet, so tight, so soft and you were you. It didn’t matter that he’d come twice just a few hours earlier, he was already ready to spill into you again, had to actively try to not fill you now, just the feel of you around him enough to send him over the edge. You settled over him, his cock full seated inside of you, your walls stretched and holding him so damn close. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, your hands moving from his own to spread wide on his chest, fingertips pressing down into his skin.

“I know,” he whispered, his hands going to your waist. “I know, baby, I know…” 

You nodded and started to ride him then, slow and needy at first, always pressing him so deep and grinding your clit down against him on every stroke. He just watched you, the glow of the moon catching on your skin, your hair. He wasn’t entirely sure you weren’t a dream, that maybe he’d lost his mind somewhere along the way and had just fallen into this place within himself where you let him love you again, where you took him into yourself and held him there, clutching onto him the way he did to you. But he could feel you so clearly, the way your pussy would tighten and pulse once around him as your climax built, the way your fingers would press and try to curl into his chest, the way your breath shuddered below his hands as you got closer to coming, he knew you were real. You had to be real. But he could feel some part of you holding back as you rose and fell on him, body drawn so tight around him. 

“It’s OK baby,” his hold on your waist tightened. “You can come, just come, just take what you need, it’s OK. I’ve got you, you’re OK, I’ll take care of you…” 

You nodded, riding him harder for a few strokes before thrusting down deep, his cock notched against the very back of you and you cried out almost painfully as your pussy fluttered around him. You collapsed on top of him, your head in his chest, panting for breath as you came and came around him, the throbbing of your walls not weakening or slowing and he was going to lose himself to you again, he could feel it, as he thrust up against your pulsing core, one of his hands going to the small of your back to hold you still as he fucked up into you, thrusting deep as he came again, spilling himself inside of you. 

It took both of you some time to come down from that, you still on top of him, his hands cradling your body to his as the first hints of daylight came in through the window. 

He’d have been happy to just stay here like this forever. But you were right. The patrol had to happen.

“C’mon then,” he said, nudging you ever so slightly. “Let’s go, better believe I’m gonna try to talk Tommy into going out with you instead of him…” 

You laughed a little and stretched up to kiss his lips as you slipped him out of you and got up, looking out to the sky as you did. 

“I still have go run past my place,” you sighed, finding your clothes on the floor. 

“You packed yet?” He asked, getting up, too. 

“Last night,” you said. “Didn’t want to push it this morning…” 

“I’ll get it,” he said, taking the shirt you were about to put on from you. You frowned but he replaced it with the shirt you’d taken off of him the night before and you smiled a little, shrugging into it. “You can get to the stables, not rush so much…” 

“Already taking care of me, hm?” You teased a little, buttoning the shirt up. 

“All I want to do, sweetheart,” he smiled, giving you a quick kiss. 

It felt good, getting ready alongside you. He knew he probably should have showered but he couldn’t bring himself to wash you off of him yet, he wanted to go on patrol with you lingering on his skin, wanted to smell like you, taste like you. 

As the two of you made it down stairs, he frowned at the window. It had snowed overnight, the ground covered in at least an inch of the stuff, more thick clouds on the horizon to the west. 

“Shit,” you said, tugging your boots on. “I left my coat at home…” 

“Got a solution to that,” he said, going to his closet and pulling out the coat you’d taken from him on your first day in Jackson. You hesitated for a moment before taking it, fingers tracing over the soft fleece of the collar. 

“Where’d you get this?” You asked softly. 

“Maria gave it to me,” he said. “Day you left. I haven’t been wearin’ it, didn’t feel right, but… Wanted to keep it. In case you ever wanted it again.” 

In case you ever wanted me again. He didn’t say that part. 

“Thank you,” you said, slipping your arms into the coat and pressing your nose to the collar with a soft smile on your face. 

“Course,” he smiled a little back. It felt right, seeing you in his shirt and his coat. Like you belonged inside of what was his, surrounded and protected by him. This was how it was supposed to be, you with him, safe and happy. 

He kissed you goodbye at the end of his walk and you gave him the key to your place. The light was on in the window and he let himself inside for the first time in months. Your house was the same as he remembered, books on end tables and a stack of CD cases on top of the stereo, the guitar he’d made you lying on the couch like you’d been playing it just before deciding to come over. That made him smile.

He found your bag in your bedroom, the deer he’d carved you on your nightstand and that made him smile, too. Like it was some sign that you’d never stopped loving him, never stopped wanting him close, not really. You’d just needed some time. He understood it. You’d come back to him when you were ready. That was all that mattered, all that he cared about. You were his and he was yours, always had been. 

Tommy beat him to the stables and you’d already saddled a horse when Joel got there. His brother was talking with Jesse and Joel pulled Tommy aside, you catching his eye as he did, a little smile on your lips. 

��Got a favor to ask,” Joel said once they were out of earshot of the others. 

“Sure,” Tommy frowned. “What’s goin’ on?” 

“Wonderin’ if you wouldn’t mind headin’ out with Julie,” he said, voice low. “Hoping I could go with Bambi…” 

Tommy’s brows knitted together for a second before he barked a laugh, clapping his hand down on Joel’s shoulder. 

“You son of a bitch,” he laughed. 

“Will you keep it down?” Joel hissed. “C’mon…” 

“Knew you two would work it out eventually,” he said. “Took you idiots long enough…” 

“Can you just…” 

“Sorry, sorry,” Tommy said, hands up in surrender. “Good for you, man, happy for you. But… shit, Joel, not the best time to be mixin’ up the patrol.” 

Joel frowned. 

“What…” 

“Well,” Tommy sighed. “Hadn’t mentioned this to you yet but… got us takin’ a route that I think is gonna be a bit rougher. Now, Bambi’s a damn good shot and lord knows she can outride either of us but I’ll be honest, don’t think I trust you out with her on a route like this. Think you’d be so busy worryin’ about her, you’d get hurt. And Julie’s decent but she’s not you, don’t want her on a route like this one. If it were any other time, brother, you know I’d say yes - fuck knows you need to get laid more…” 

“Jesus, Tommy.” 

“And I’d be all for sending you two lovesick fools out together,” he ignored him. “Just not this time. Besides, don’t imagine that you want her that close to a mess of infected, anyway…” 

“No, you’re right,” Joel sighed. “If it’s gonna be a rougher one then it’s better if it’s you and me. Just… shit timing is all.” 

“Sorry man,” Tommy said. “But it’s just two days. Promise I’ll stick the two of you together next time.” 

Joel nodded, looking back toward you as you worked on saddling up Ares. He could see you talking to the horse, the soft look you got on your face when you spoke to your animals as you worked. Fuck, he loved you. 

Ellie showed up a bit late and grabbed your wrist when she got there, dragging you outside with an almost stern look on her face. You just shrugged at Joel as you passed him, looking like you were fighting the urge to laugh. 

He didn’t get a chance to properly talk to you again before the patrol left, just half a moment in the corner of the stable once the horses were saddled and the last of the patrol members trickled in, Olivia handing horses off to people. 

“Can’t trade out,” Joel said quietly, hands in his pockets. “Just ain’t the patrol for it.”

“Starting to think you were right,” you sighed. “Should have just said we can’t go, too damn bad…” 

He smiled a little, eyes tracing your face as you looked out into the stable, arms crossed over your chest. 

“Be careful out there,” he said softly. 

You looked back at him. 

“I will if you will,” you said. “You’d better come back in one piece, Joel, or I swear to God…” 

He smiled and took your chin gently in his fingers, tilting your face toward his own before kissing you gently. 

“Not a damn thing that’s keepin’ me from coming home to you,” he said. “See you soon, baby.” 

You kissed him again before pulling back from him. 

“See you soon.”  

Tommy, to his credit, was nice enough to not give Joel shit about you the first day of patrol. He’d half expected to have to put up with his brother’s shit, his damn near merciless teasing, but Tommy didn’t say a damn thing. He just glanced in Joel’s direction every now and then, a small half smile on his face when he did. 

When more snow moved in that evening, quickly going from gentle drifting to a near blizzard, they took shelter for the night short of where they’d been hoping to get after tracking what looked like a large group of infected for most of the day. 

“So,” Joel asked as they sat around the fireplace of a long-abandoned cabin. “Just how bad was I that you’re not even giving me shit now that we’ve figured it out?” 

Tommy considered him for a moment before squaring his jaw and nodding a little. 

“Pretty fuckin’ bad,” he said eventually. “I’ve seen you in some bad ways, Joel. When Ellie took off, when you first came to Jackson and you started to really deal with some of what happened, when… when Sarah…” 

Joel just nodded, his throat feeling thick. 

“This was bad,” he continued. “I was worried, for a while, that I might not get my brother back. Thanked God every damn day that at least you had Ellie again. Not sure what you might’ve done without that girl but… I kept hoping you and Bambi would work it out. Know you didn’t want to say much about it and I’m not about to press you on it now but I kept hoping. You with her and Ellie? Happiest I’ve seen you in more than 20 years and you deserve that happiness, Joel. May not believe me when I say it but you do. And I’m glad you’re gettin’ back to it.” 

“Don’t know that I deserve a damn thing when it comes to either of them,” Joel shook his head a little but smiled all the same. “But fuck if I don’t feel lucky that I have ‘em.” 

The next day, Joel was starting to think the infected had pushed through to the south and that they’d missed taking out the group this season. It had been strange enough, seeing signs of that many this far north this time of year but it would have been a good opportunity to take them out when hopefully they were weaker, the humanity of them frostbitten and disabled by the cold. But he wasn’t about to argue with dodging a fight, either. 

It was late morning when he realized they were wrong, he and Tommy stumbling on the whole hoard of them as they tried to force their way into some storage at the old ski resort. 

“Jesus fuck,” Tommy said from the ridge, looking down at them. “How are there that fuckin’ many?” 

“They’re after something,” Joel muttered, binoculars up as he tried to figure out what. 

“We should go back,” Tommy said. “Get some back up, this is too damn many…” 

“My girls are out here, Tommy,” Joel said, looking over at his brother for a moment. 

“Shouldn’t be them in there right now,” Tommy said. Joel could tell he was trying to comfort him but he just sounded uncertain. “Their routes didn’t pass near here.” 

“But they’re out here,” Joel said, looking through the binoculars again. “I can’t risk them gettin’ killed because they’re overrun…” 

He found what the infected were after then. A girl, she couldn’t have been much older than Ellie, taking cover behind a fence, her dirty blonde hair in a long braid down her back. 

“Shit,” Joel said, stashing the binoculars and already starting to guide Ares down the ridge. 

“You’ve gotta be joking,” Tommy said, already following. “Joel, it’s a fucking suicide mission…” 

“There’s some kid in there,” he snapped back over his shoulder. “You really want to leave her to get killed? Would you want someone to leave William or Ellie or Savvy to get bit?” 

Tommy sighed. 

“This better not be a fuckin’ mistake Joel,” he said. 

Joel pressed Ares faster, thinking about you as he did. 

“Sure hope it’s not.” 

Next Chapter

A/N: Yeah, that's who you think it is.

I WARNED YOU ABOUT A CLIFFHANGER OK? REMEMBER HOW I DID A POLL AND WAS LIKE "DO YOU GUYS WANT THE SMUT NOW WITH MORE POSSIBLE TIME BETWEEN CHAPTERS?" AND Y'ALL WERE LIKE "GIVE US THE SMUT KIT, WE WANT IT" AND I WAS LIKE "OK BUT REMEMBER THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR" so this is what you're getting I'M SORRY.

I'm begging you to please trust me with this story. Also, I will spoil it if you ask, just DM me if you don't want to wait to see how it turns out next chapter.

My asks are also open if you want to just yell at me. I get it.

...Please trust me? Please? Also, remember that I love you? And Joel? And Bambi?

OK I'm going to go hide.

...Love you.

OK bye.

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꒱ pre! breakout joel x feminine reader

꒱ in which joel tries to get along with your cat, as he can never say no to you, you’re undeniable!

one spring spring morning, pink petals littered every sourrounding tree, it was beautiful.

but joel miller didn’t bother sparing a glance at the scenery, not when you were hand in hand with him, tugging him along with wide eyes, babbling incomprehensible nonsense.

“oh my gosh joel, look!” the tall, gruff man felt the warmth of your fingers leaving him, glancing downward he found you on your knees, back facing him,

even facing away from him, joel could still hear your giggles, he couldn’t help but somehow fall even further in love with you.

so of course when you turn around with wide eyes and a small, black cat curled up in your arms, he knew you were obsessed with the little fur ball.

no way was joel going to compete for your attention, at least not anymore than he already is.

you and sarah always have your ‘girl talks’ that seem to take forever,

but joel could see the love hearts in your wide eyes currently staring up at him in an attempt to guilt trip him into agreeing.

not that you really needed his permission anyway, joel always said yes to you eventually.

“joel miller, i do not condone your bully behaviour towards our child.” joel could not serious believe you were defending the devil he apparently fathered.

you were so certain that your boyfriend would adore the cat you brought home, but he didn't behave exactly how you expected. But nonetheless, you're committed to making them be buddies.

one day you returned from work to see sarah and joel curled up on the couch, some reality show playing on the tv, with the cat curled not just on them, but in joel’s arms,

snuggling.

joel had done tried for you, that afternoon your little cat climbing on his lap, turning as it lays down on him, leaning its head in his hands, urging him to pet it and he did. he thinks it was not so bad spending a whole weekend with your child in his hands.

besides, sarah’s always wanted a cat.

#joel miller #sarah miller #joel miller x little!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #grumpy x sunshine #black cat gf #tlou joel #tlou x reader #the last of us #bimbo reader #catlover #bambi #lovewritescutestuff

[elsweetheart]

kitties masterlist 🎀

minors do not interact, ellie + abby luvrs please interact <3

ellie williams

୨୧ my ellie headcanons (nsfw)

୨୧ my ellie headcanons part 2 (nsfw)

୨୧ ellie x shy!gf hcs (nsfw)

୨୧ sensitive girl — short drabble

୨୧ beginners luck — dealer!ellie

୨୧ console yourself — clingy!reader

୨୧ mad at eachother headcanons (nsfw)

୨୧ good view — drabble

୨୧ ellie x daddy kink (nsfw)

୨୧ ellie x casual dominance hcs

୨୧ herbal therapy — dealer!ellie (nsfw)

୨୧ dating dealer!ellie hcs

୨୧ have to have you — dealer!ellie prequel

୨୧ you, me and the strap make three. (nsfw)

୨୧ tear you apart. (nsfw-ish)

୨୧ belong to you. (nsfw)

୨୧ bad batch. — dealer!ellie

୨୧ pretty little lady. (nsfw-ish)

୨୧ three’s a crowd. (nsfw)

୨୧ party fever. — dealer!ellie

୨୧ dealer! ellie x sanrio obsessed gf hcs

୨୧ bff!dina helps ellie help you fluff

୨୧ “i feel safe with you.” ellie drabble (short)

୨୧ ellie x crybaby!reader lazy hcs

୨୧ bambi. — short drabble

୨୧ slow burn. (nsfw)

୨୧ sleepy, crybaby cuddles - short drabble

୨୧ being a menace 2 dealer!ellie - short drabble

୨୧ barnyard beauty — slow burn prequel (nsfw-ish)

୨୧ house of balloons — short drabble

୨୧ countin’ up — dealer!ellie

୨୧ flora. — short drabble

୨୧ lovebite. — dealer!ellie short drabble

୨୧ high tide— ellie x reader x abby (nsfw)

୨୧ shotgun champion. — dealer!ellie

୨୧ i’ll be your honey, if you’ll be sweet- dealer!ellie

୨୧ mean!bff!ellie short drabble

୨୧ texts with dealer!ellie

୨୧ all circuits are busy, goodbye -dealer!ellie (nsfw)

୨୧ texts with dealer!ellie part 2

୨୧ ellie brings home a kitten drabble

୨୧ mean!bff!ellie embarrasses you (nsfw)

୨୧ short prompt - ellie fucking from behind (nsfw)

୨୧ texts with dealer!ellie part 3

୨୧ groupchat with dealer!ellie, dina, and jesse

୨୧ what you heard — part one — dealer!ellie

୨୧ texts with dealer!ellie part 4

୨୧ ellie’s journal entries about reader

୨୧ coworker!ellie hcs

୨୧ mean!bff!ellie — back for more. (nsfw)

୨୧ ellie calms crybaby!reader (nsfw)

୨୧ what you heard — part two (nsfw)

୨୧ groupchat with ellie, dina, and jesse part two

୨୧ being a menace to dealer!ellie in the night pt2

୨୧ texts with mean!bff!ellie

୨୧ cats cradle — hybridkitty!reader+ bff!ellie (nsfw)

୨୧ ellie and the popsicle tiny drabble (nsfw)

abby anderson

୨୧ my abby headcanons (nsfw)

୨୧ only you. — shy!reader (nsfw)

୨୧ distraction. (nsfw)

୨୧ mad at eachother headcanons (nsfw)

୨୧ burning desire. — daddy!abby (nsfw)

୨୧ what friends are for. (nsfw)

୨୧ abby being a tease short drabble

୨୧ three’s a crowd. (nsfw)

୨୧ in 2 deep. (nsfw)

୨୧ feathers. (nsfw)

୨୧ college!abby hcs

୨୧ abby anderson x casual dominance hcs

୨୧ abby anderson x ball of energy gf

୨୧ cockwarming abby drabble (nsfw)

୨୧ abby x clumsy!reader hcs

୨୧ mouthful. (nsfw)

୨୧ abby helping reader with curly hair short blurb

୨୧ breathe.— (nsfw)

୨୧ college!abby watches you play a scary game

୨୧ high tide. — abby x reader x ellie (nsfw)

୨୧ abby’s nose — short drabble (nsfw)

୨୧ bratty!reader pushes abby’s buttons (nsfw)

୨୧ feelin’ hot to the touch (nsfw)

୨୧ and i shouldn’t cry, but i love it (nsfw)

୨୧ college!abby helps stressed gf (nsfw)

୨୧ basketball!abby deals with jealous reader (nsfw)

୨୧ basketball!abby and her big hands

୨୧ possessive!college!abby picks you up

୨୧ jealous girl — basketball!abby (nsfw)

୨୧ slutty!roommate!abby (nsfw)

fatherfigure!joel miller

୨୧ what’s the worst that could happen to a girl that’s already hurt?

୨୧ maybe tomorrow you’ll know

♡

#masterlist 🎀 #tlou2 masterlist

[cherubispunk]

NEPHILIM - Jackson-era!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

summary: the disturbing comforts the disturbed.

a note from Lucy: I swear there is fluff! I swear, I swear, I swear! You just have to squint *reeeeaaaalllly* hard. Yes, I read the book of genesis and the book numbers along with some extensive Wikipedia deep diving for like…a paragraph of lore. But is it really ever enough?

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wc: 2498

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)

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Genesis 6:4 The Nephilim were in the earth in those days, and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bore children to them; the same were the mighty men that were of old, the men of renown.

The reality of it was, you and Joel were two people who lived in the same small town. Who’s paths crossed once to save your life, and the others when coincidence would grant you that small pleasure. He carried you to the care of an old man with blue eyes now milky in cataracts. Jude. Who nursed you to health in a metal framed bed of an old family home— now the town clinic. The knife that sliced open your side had been dirty, and sepsis soon spread in the bloody gash. Only with Joel finding you in the snow, and Jude delivering you antibiotics, did you recover back to health.

He wouldn’t visit you directly. He would visit Jude and glance at you through the doorway as he passed the hall to the elderly Man’s office. To distract from the man you read stories when bedridden. Parts of biblical scripture; Read the book of Genesis; Read the book of Numbers. Jude being a religious man who had the fortune of holding God in his heart, kept them among his medical journals and books. And the former was far more interesting than the later in your opinion. For in them were mentions of anthropomorphic creatures born of flesh, blood and divinity. Towering tall over common trees and temples built in the name of Lord God. You were no religious woman, but you found comfort in the fables of the Old Testament. And likened Joel to the Nephilim in all ways.

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. If he was all that bad…why did he save you? You saw his need to care, protect, understand. Not be understood. But just understand. You would let yourself dream of taking his rough edges to the smooth plane of a whetstone. People claimed you cannot buff brass into gold. That it will only be as such in your head. That it was a fools game, but the fool is rich in content, and poor in sorrow. For the fool has little to worry about while they live in ignorant bliss.

What wasn’t written in any of the books of the holy scripture was this; ‘The disturbing comforts the disturbed.’ But it might as well have been. It was practically the way god intended life to be. You are shaken, and you are weaned on being shaken, until stillness is a discomfort and your body begs to be rattled again. But harder.

—

You took a while to find your feet. Joel took it upon himself to wordlessly help you with any medial or manual task. You were given a house on the edge of town, up a hill in some remote street that was always quiet. It seemed the less social souls resided there. Not that you minded. It was jarring to say the least. Being cast out into the hostile wild. And then brought back into the warmth. Here you had clothes, food, a roof over your head, and community. It stung in the same way it does to run your hands under a scalding tap after labouring out in the cold. It made your fingers numb before they regained feeling. Stiff. And a trouble to flex them back and forth, closed fist, open palm; Closed fist, open palm.

It’s how you earned ‘Bambi’. A name only Joel would ever call you. Dear doe on her wobbly, spindly legs. He’d keep you upright. Despite being a good thirty year sicker than you. Dirty old man. Ditsy little girl.

Your time together was silent. And while he never said he cared, he showed it. By waiting for you each time you were in the stables. And he would walk through town with you a safe distance from his side, up to the top of the hill your house was on. The snow would crunch under his heavy boots and he wished he was lighter on his feet like you. Not a large bulk of a man with heavy feet and even heavier hand. Maybe Joel wasn't large by the world's standards, but he was still a giant to you- muscular, and broad shoulders. With hands that could engulf yours, or cradle the entire crown of your head with a single palm. His arms were strong, and large from manual labour, and tightly knotted with tendons and grizzly muscle like thick twisted ropes that held up sails. What you liked most, however, was his softer belly. Perhaps the only soft thing about him from what little you had seen, or heard, or assumed. You felt an intrinsic satisfaction in knowing he was well fed. And Joel didn't mind it either. It was a reminder to himself what he was in fact as safe as he could be. Anything to not go hungry again. He still kept his brawns either way. Kept his hands and mind busy with patrols and the odd job around town. Fixing roofs, garden sheds, building tables with spare lumber from the woodhouse, and chopping firewood for the colder months. At the beginning of winter he would spend most of his free time ensuring you had enough. He spent hours out in his backyard, swinging that axe down on log, after log of wood. Then carry it up the hill in a wheelbarrow to your front door. He did it for nothing. Nothing but the peace of mind that grew from the seed of knowing you were warm. But he was greeted with something you had baked, or sewn, or knitted, or grown in your empty hours alone. Apple and rhubarb pie, thick woollen gloves, sourdough bread with crunchy, thick crusts that crunched when he broke his bread.

“It’s nothin’.” He would say, and shrug, hands on his hips while he looked back at the finished product of whatever work he’d slaved over that entire afternoon. Be it a pile of firewood, raised garden beds, or a fixed gutter. “Just…do me a favour?” He asked.

“Yeah?”

“Keep that smile on y’face, Bambi. Don’t let anyone take it away from ya.” His face was stern. As if he was telling you, not asking you. But if you were to ever stop smiling he thought he’d keel over and die a little bit inside. Or part of him would anyway. The part of him you now had in your chest unwittingly.

You watched the mountain of a man, Big Bad Joel Miller, warm up. Day by slow day. He was on the threshold of it. Right there. But the toe of his thick winter boots never ventured onto floorboards. He stayed out in the cold. After a while you dared Joel to touch you. Tired of him only meeting halfway. He was a man of few words, but a man of so much action. And when you challenged him with your tongue, he countered with his touch. That night was hell under the guise of heaven for his restraint.

“Y’so bad for me, Bambi.” Joel grunted, his entire weight smothering you against the mattress of his bed. His cock dragging in and out of you slowly. “Old sinner like me ain’t made for you.” So slowly the anticipation ached in the joints of your toes that curled. His grip on your hips casting his handprint in a watercolour bloom. “That’s it, fuck– takin’ me so well.”

You whimpered, eyes fluttering shut, back arching in a deep curve off the bed while his hips altered their pace. Just a tad quicker as you bucked up into him. The two of you climbing in tandem to the high. “That's it,” He repeated in a hiss, followed by a growl into your neck, “Keep archin’ that back for me.” You did just that, holding onto his forearms for leverage as you curled your spine a little deeper. A word came to mind. One you’d heard once before. Only once. But I held such a comfort to be able to label it. Hiraeth. He was that. And what you felt was that. A longing for a home. He treated you like you wouldn't break. But spoke as if words would lacerate you. One punctuated thrust, aided by your own slick was all it took, a moan for him deeper. A tear slipped from your eye and you let gravity do its work, pulling it from you. It slipped from the corner of your eye, and down your temple. “Good girl, Bambi.” He crooned, splaying both of his palms over your hairline and sweeping the hair that stuck to your forehead in the sheen of sweat atop your skin. His large hands dragged over the top of your skull to the crown of your head, down the back of your neck, and gripped. That soft fleshy part at the base of your skull and the top of your still curved spine.

It hurt. It deeply hurt. His calloused fingers, textured by the trigger of a gun, or the handle of an axe, pressing into your malleable skin. But you’d let Joel drag you to hell if it meant he would hold your hand. You didn't care how he touched you– how he was inside you. He could be buried to hilt in your cunt, or knuckle deep in an open wound. As long as he was there. You'd give the heavens, and the earth, and rot in hell if it meant he stayed. Joel swore you had the space for his heart next to yours. But you didn't have the stomach.

You gripped the skin of Joel’s back. Searching for a part of him to hold that would turn off the cynic in him. Or at least try. You gave up on that idea. Because the man that fucked you— the man that loved you in action and not words— was not kind. He was not gentle. He was bold, and sharp as broken glass, and blunt all in the same being. You knew the crease of his brow. You had it memorised.

He hooked a leg over his shoulder, opened you up to his greedy eyes. They misted into dark hickory at the sight of you taking him so well inside of you. Messy little cunt for him to play with whenever he pleased. His nostrils flared as he pressed deeper. And your reaction was as he planned. A cry of his name. Your sex drenched and accommodating every inch. “A cunt made for me.” He gritted through his teeth, leaning forward to sink his teeth into your bottom lip and lick into the wet cavern of your mouth; Take the taste of you back with him when he retreated again; Righting his hips and the angle he fucked you in.

“Made for you.” You agreed in a garble and a slur. As if drunk off the last dregs of his kindness that lay at the bottom of the bottle. Licking it dry for all it was still worth.

“Say it again.” Joel grunted, demanded.

“Made for you.” You repeated.

“Good little Bambi.”

From there it was the crescendo. And it came broken in two halves of two separate waves. The first wave was one of numbing pleasure. The one that fizzled through your legs until you were nothing but a mere speck for a second. And the second was the one that broke you. Had you shattering. It tightened in your womb, behind the mouth of your cervix, and then released in slow flutter; Your walls relaxing and then contracting. And he came after with a groan and spilled inside of you.

He was no gentle lover. In fact, he wasn’t a lover at all. When he fucked you that night…it felt like he was trying to love you— but couldn’t. He was too conditioned to violence. It showed the ache he left behind. Nevertheless, you would take more than he was willing to offer. But what he dropped in your palm you stored away and hoarded like a greedy magpie with shiny little trinkets. He was warm. But not warm like a campfire. He was warm like hellflame. And you were okay with that. You would take your time with him, and slowly pry open a gap in his ribs to slip past. To love him to the marrow. Even the mangled parts. Find him at his very worst — The part humanity suffocated in. And love him there. Silently.

Joel ran a hand over the flank of your ribs and then curled around your navel to pull your back to his chest. Then kissed the crook of your neck in a silent apology to your skin for each mark or tender bruise he may have left. One that wasn't really needed, but you accepted it by reaching behind you and running your fingers through his thick greying curls. In times like these after it all, in the clot and space in between, you came to realise loving him was like loving being hungry. It felt good to want things. To feed yourself you swallowed your fear instead. You lay there, exhaustion heavy in your bones, a hand of his slipping between your legs to feel the evidence of him being there inside you. His spend sticky and thick and warm between your legs. You couldn't fight the impulsive twitch that jolted your spine when he pressed on your swollen, slick clit and drew lazy circles. “Mine now, Bambi.” He murmured into the skin of your shoulder. He didn't kiss the skin there, but rather trailed his chapped lips over your flesh in such a light touch it felt like it was hardly there. More a trick of the sex hazed, lust crazed mind. “Understand that?” And you nodded in silence with a small smile, watching out the frosted up window pane as the dawn stained the sky a burnt orange and angry red. It refracted and smeared in the crystallised ice. A thin sheet that obscured the image of the sycamore tree outside his bedroom window. The bare branches looked far more like the bones of skeletal fingers than a tree bare of leaves. Its bleach white bark only emphasised your image of it. Your vision. Nevertheless; The blackbird would sing, once again on its branch, a morning song you knew by heart.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfic #joel miller tlou #joel miller imagine #nephilim

[djarinxore]

my fav fics/fic recs

Joel Miller

Seams by @fuckyeahdindjarin

I’m Starving, Darlin’ by @me-and-my-bullet-journal

Cowboy Take Me Away by @alt-verara

Elementary by @guess-i-have-to-go-model-now

Joel masterlist by @toxicanonymity(TW)

Joel masterlist by @chaotic-mystery

Breaking the Girl by @cinematicgf

how to treat a girl by @whrsmym1nd

Jealousy, Jealousy by @atinylittlepain

frisk-y by @bits-and-babs

birthday gift by @adelliet

one day ill feel alright by @joelscruff

one bed by @frannyzooey

friendly neighborhood handyman by @juletheghoul

youre my sunshine by littlelou22

My haven could be you pt1 and 2 by @pascalisbaby

this series by @pascalisbaby

Javier Peña

Perfectly Intoxicating by @gracieispunk

Es Tarde Y Te Nesecito by @gar6agef1r3

Bambi by @mendessi

swipe his nose like a credit card by @tightjeansjavi

say my name by @palioom

all work no play by @loquaciousferret

mi luz series by @pedrostylez

separation by @lokischocolatefountain

just a little game by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Din Djarin

I Only See Daylight by @millersdjarin

A Fresh Start by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Nightmare by @sofasoap

Unexpected Visitor by @livyjh

Javi Gutierrez

we reached the moon by @jazzelsaur

beautiful boy by @psychedelic-ink

not bored by @radiowallet

villa with a view by @starlightmornings

on the right flight by @prolix-yuy

Frankie Morales

homecoming series by @astroboots (when i tell you i am OBSESSED with this whole series. i have literally themed my whole phone around this series and even made a Pinterest board dedicated to it.. im another level of delusional rn and its all this series fault. thank you.)

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #joel miller x reader #din djarin smut #din djarin fluff #javier peña smut #javier peña fluff #javier peña x female reader #joel miller #javi g x reader #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez smut #joel miller smut #joel miller fluff

[snorklingfae]

Shades of Deception- Prologue

Dark!Joel Miller x naive!Fem reader

Synopsis: Amidst the ruins of a broken world, one survivor stands out from the rest - Joel Miller. With his sharp wit and unmatched ability to deceive, Joel has always managed to outmaneuver those around him. But when he meets y/n, an unsuspecting and trusting survivor, Joel sees an opportunity to take his game to the next level. As their relationship progresses, y/n unwittingly becomes entangled in Joel's web of lies and deceit, utterly unaware of the true extent of his cunning and manipulation. Will y/n break free from Joel's grasp before it's too late?

Notes: thinking of instead using the term y/n as it can get tedious to write but use Bambi instead as a nickname Joel uses.

Warnings: none yet more will be added in each chapter

Joel trudged wearily through the overgrown remnants of what was once a thriving city. The air hung heavy with the scent of decay, and the dilapidated buildings echoed his every footstep, reminding him of the world that had crumbled around him.

His senses were on high alert, scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. Survival had become his second nature in this unforgiving landscape.

One day, fate intervened as Joel was patrolling the area, and he saw a movement amidst the rubble of an abandoned storefront.

He slowly approached, weapon at the ready, prepared for any threat. But as he drew closer, he realized it wasn't a runner or clicker. It was a survivor, like himself, but far more vulnerable than he could have imagined.

She looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes, and her face was illuminated by a faint glimmer of hope that still flickered within her.

Despite the grim reality of their world, she radiated an aura of innocence and purity that Joel found both unsettling and strangely captivating.

As Joel observed her, a comparison sprang to mind, one that surprised even him. She reminded him of a character from a storybook, a creature from a world untouched by the darkness that now enveloped them—a fawn, fragile and trusting, with wide eyes that held a spark of curiosity and wonder.

Bambi, he thought to himself, though he doubted she would understand the reference in this harsh new reality.

"Are you bit?" Joel's gruff voice betrayed his concern as he approached cautiously.

"No, I swear," she replied, her voice trembling.

After a few seconds of debating, Joel sighed, "Are you alright?"

She nodded, offering him a tentative smile that tugged at something deep within Joel's hardened heart.

“I'm fine," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... scared."

Joel crouched beside her, his expression unreadable as he studied her carefully. He could see the fear in her eyes, and the uncertainty mirrored his inner turmoil.

Despite the danger that lurked around every corner, there was something about this girl that drew him in, a flicker of humanity amidst the chaos that consumed their world.

Without a word, Joel extended a hand to her, offering her comfort in a world devoid of kindness.

“Come on," he said gruffly, his tone softened by a hint of warmth that surprised even him. "You'll be safer with me."

And with that simple gesture, Joel's solitary journey took an unexpected turn, leading him down a path he never could have anticipated—a path that would intertwine his fate with hers in ways neither of them could have imagined.

As they set out together into the unknown, they would discover that sometimes, in the darkest of times, it was the tiniest glimmer of hope that could light the way forward.

Shades of deception tags

@orcasoul @paanchusblog

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[agent-troi]

scully and mulder's dynamic visibly changes after the onset of the season of secret sex

i've been thinking about how dd and ga deliberately played season 7 like mulder and scully were sleeping together, and i think there's solid evidence of that in the differences in how scully reacts to mulder appearing to show interest in another woman before and after the season of secret sex begins (i'm using millennium as the before/after divider bc i think that's what dd and ga decided, but this is based on my vague memory of a reddit comment about it which is how i first learned that the season of secret sex was a thing)

so overall there's an undercurrent of insecurity, borne of scully's uncertainty regarding precisely how mulder feels about her and what her place is in the hierarchy of things that are important to him in his life, that exists in the pre-millennium incidents and is glaringly absent post-millennium:

before millennium:

(i'm not gonna include phoebe/fire here bc i don't think scully's awareness of her feelings had yet risen to the point where she'd be truly jealous, i'd characterize her in that ep as largely protective of mulder and unwilling to let him deal with phoebe's games alone. it also helps that he's clearly not happy phoebe is back in his life again, unlike his much more positive reaction to diana)

war of the coprophages- the second scully finds out about bambi, she immediately hops in her car and drives up to miller's grove to join mulder, bc letting him investigate cockroaches alone was fine but god forbid he spend quality time investigating an x-file with an attractive female scientist who isn't herself- that's their thing!!

syzygy- to be fair the planetary alignment situation was exacerbating her- and mulder's- behavior here, but her jealousy of and hostility to detective white were still real, even if she would've been able to rein in her emotions better under normal circumstances.

diana fowley arc- i think this speaks for itself, lol

alpha- this is an interesting period in their relationship: after most of the diana shit is over, but before the tension between them is fully resolved (a process which to me begins with milagro/the unnatural and ends with amor fati, but that would be its own post lol).

other than introducing himself to karin as "fox" (maybe as a way to appeal to her preference for canids lol) and thus implicitly giving her permission to call him by his first name (which she proceeds to do throughout the episode), mulder doesn't seem to show much in the way of attraction to her.

even when he touches her hand to move the mouse, he's more interested in what's on the screen than in paying attention to her:

karin, however, is visibly affected by the contact, a fact which scully immediately notices:

later in the car, they have this convo, the last line of which is so heavily laden with diana subtext it's not even funny:

scully's reaction to karin is similar to her reaction to phoebe in that she's motivated mainly by wanting to protect mulder from his own naive, trusting nature, and from someone she believes is seeking to take advantage of it, rather than being motivated primarily by jealousy and defensiveness. she doesn't really believe that karin is a genuine threat to her relationship with mulder, but with diana still fresh in her memory she can't afford to not be vigilant. hence why she confronts karin alone later:

here scully demonstrates that she somewhat empathizes with karin (mulder is also someone who challenges her, makes her feel fulfilled and happy and alive). karin's response indicates that she has correctly deduced the basis of scully's dislike/distrust of her, and also acknowledges scully is the dominant one as it relates to the territory (mulder) that they are sparring over.

scully looks away at karin's "feminine wiles" comment, revealing the nagging insecurity about her place in mulder's life that diana's arrival exacerbated and that will continue to plague her until amor fati.

after millennium:

rush- when mulder looks back at chastity in the hallway, scully's reaction is to possessively grab mulder's sleeve and pull him away into the interrogation room:

and his response is to laugh and say "what?" like he doesn't know he belongs to her and only her.

keep in mind this happens just before they interrogate tony reed, and right after they finish interrogating him this shit happens:

i already made a post last week about how insanely flirty they are in this episode, but this scene!!

she's pouting and giving him big doe eyes and playing with his tie!! at work!! in public!! she feels comfortable staking her territory in such an obvious way (also playful rather than hostile) bc she's not longer insecure about her place in his life!! i can never be normal about this i'm sorry ssdfgksdgsjdkfhkjsdf

first person shooter- when mulder checks out jade blue afterglow as she's leaving, he leans so far over in such an obvious, exaggerated way, almost as if he's deliberately trying to get a rise out of scully, but all she does is raise her eyebrows at him and lean over to block his view (while smirking):

and then he says he's "feeling the great need to blast the crap out of something", an almost direct quote of scully's line from their convo in the autopsy room right before they went down to the station:

and her response is to SMILE at him!!

pre-millennium scully would absolutely not have reacted this way in this situation. just like in rush, the insecurity that previously haunted scully whenever mulder seemed to be close to or interested in another woman is utterly absent here. they're joking and teasing and enjoying each other's company like they've always done, but there's a different dimension to it now. pre-millennium mulder would never have made a show of checking out another woman like that right in front of scully (unless a planetary alignment is affecting his behavior ofc lol), and pre-millennium scully would never have found it amusing.

(side note: people were debating on twitter a while back about whether this scene was ooc for mulder, and tbh i'm not sure what my own opinion is bc to me the whole episode has an air of... unreality? idk but it gives me similar vibes to post-modern prometheus, like maybe it's real or maybe it's just someone telling a story or it's somewhere in between, and it's also got that same unserious feel idk how else to describe it)

anyway, back to my main point, which is: dd and ga are damn good actors in the way they were able to subtly telegraph this shift in mulder and scully's dynamic. one might be able to argue that the insane flirting throughout season 7 isn't by itself evidence of the season of secret sex bc on some level they've always been like that, but to me these specific interactions provide important clues that the nature of their relationship has changed.

#if anyone can think of any more examples where mulder expresses interest in someone who isn't scully pls let me know #i feel like neither of them do that very often lol #they're just too obsessed with each other #txf meta #long post #i spent the afternoon writing this instead of working on my wip #mad respect for kae and trish and tiger and anyone who regularly writes super long meta posts bc damn this was surprisingly time consuming #season of secret sex #x files #fox mulder #dana scully #mulder x scully #msr #david duchovny #gillian anderson #war of the coprophages #syzygy #diana fowley #alpha #rush #first person shooter #txf s3 #txf s6 #txf s7