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softpascalito · 6 months

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Pedro Pascal Kinktober Day Fifteen

Massaging - Joel Miller/F!Reader

Summary: When Joel comes home after a long day of work, you crave nothing more than him. Until you're both reminded of his age.

Relationships: Joel Miller x F!Reader

WC: 2200

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Jackson Era, Joel needs a hug, Soft Joel, Age Difference, Massage, Protective Joel, Kissing, Neck kissing, Making Out, Healthy Relationships, Giving Joel Miller all the forehead kisses he deserves

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notes: pedro pascal if youre reading this, i can cure your back.

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The first thing you heard were his heavy boots making their way through the snow. Then the key in the lock- both locks in fact. He insisted on keeping them locked at all times despite there being no reason to, living in a safe community like Jackson. You both knew it was more for his peace of mind than actual protection but you stuck to it regardless, always locking the door after he left in the morning.

You were in the kitchen, humming to yourself as you scrubbed the coffee mugs the two of you had used earlier today, when you heard his steps crossing the room behind you. As you put the dishcloth down, two large arms wrapped around you from the back.

“Howdy,” Joel muttered as he pressed himself against you, trapping you between his body and the kitchen counter. He hadn't even stopped to take off his boots and his weathered leather jacket was still wet with snow that was now starting to melt and drop onto your shirt, eliciting a small giggle from you. Playfully, you tried to escape his grip but you already knew it was to no avail, ”Joel, you're all wet.”

“Thought that was my line.” You couldn't suppress another small giggle as you turned around, finally able to see his face and you instantly relaxed a bit, despite your clothes getting more soaked by the second.

“How did it go today?” You asked softly as he lifted you up and set you onto the counter in front of him, keeping his hands on your hips. A small wince escaped him at the movement but you didn't pay too much attention to it, instead curious to hear his answer. A storm had hit Jackson a few weeks ago and a few of the older houses had taken damage, giving Joel and Tommy a chance to show off their rusty building skills from before the outbreak.

“We're making good progress. Reckon the house 'll be done by next week,” Joel informed you as he brought one hand up to play with your hair, gently tucking it back behind your ear.

By now, a small puddle had formed where he was standing and you tutted softly, ”Are you trying to flood our kitchen?”

A small smile played around Joel's lips at the question as he ran his thumb over your hip, playing with the hem of your jeans, ”If the wet clothes bother you, we can always take them off.”

So that's what he was doing.

You put on a scandalized look, ”Oh, so this was a planned attack? I see how it is.”

Any further complaint from you was cut off by Joel pulling you closer and bringing his lips to your ear, nuzzling right below the earlobe. It sent waves of electricity through your body and the low noise that accompanied his actions went straight to your core. He smelled like dirt and snow and sweat and that damned leather jacket. A smell that had become so equal to the feeling of home, of safety for you. It was intoxicating.

“Been waiting for you all day,” you muttered under your breath as you wrapped your legs around his hips, your body eagerly searching for his, like it had already memorized the motions it had to follow when Joel was around.

“You have, hm? Always so eager for me,” he mumbled as he continued his assault on your neck for a few more moments before pulling back, his hands wandering under your ass as he lifted you off the counter again.

The kitchen window had a perfect view of the garage- the garage that Ellie had turned into her small apartment. Before you had moved in with Joel, the two of you had used the kitchen counter in a more non-traditional way more frequently- until Ellie had walked in on you. She had loudly announced both of your grossness and Joel, suddenly looking smaller and more shy than you could have ever imagined, had not touched you for days after. No party was keen on repeating the encounter.

You noticed that Joel seemed a little stiff as he picked you up so you adjusted your legs slightly to support yourself better on him. Still, you couldn't resist bringing your mouth to his neck, planting soft kisses all the way up and down it. As he made his way up the stairs with you in his arms, he grunted slightly and you hummed against his skin, ''Seems I'm not the only one who's eager.” Another grunt was all the reply you got but once he reached the landing, he did speed up, taking you both past the threshold of the bedroom door before closing it with his foot and leaning down to place you onto the bed.

Again, your bodies seemed to understand what they were supposed to do and you distantly wondered if there was such a thing as muscle memory for love, if the way his fingers and lips always found the exact spot you needed them on or your head fitting perfectly under his chin was as internalized as it felt: Like it had always been there, like he had always been there, like your bodies had been molded together only to be born in different places in different years and had just by pure chance been reunited so far down the road, your atoms remembering how they had been formed.

When you returned to the present, Joel was still leaning over you, your tongues dancing in unison, his clenched fists resting on the sheets on either side of you to support himself, his back bent and- Oh .

It hit you then and you slowly stilled, pulling back to look up at him from where you were laying, ”Joel?”

His hand, which had just been about to slip into your pants, slowed down too as he glanced down at you. You could already see the gears in his head turning, trying to figure out what was happening.

Your expression softened as you kept your eyes on him, ” Your back hurts again, doesn't it ?”

Joel opened his mouth to, no doubt, play it off, but you weren't having it, ”Don't you dare lie to me, Miller.”

The man let out a small sigh, grumbling a bit as he slowly stood up, bringing one hand to his back to support himself as he did. He hid it well, always had, but after so much time with him, you could see the small signs of pain in his expression: The way his eyebrows went up a little higher than usual, his lips pressed together harder, his eyes turning softer- and suddenly, you're reminded of his age. He's not old, by any means. If anything, the amount of stamina he has shown, both on patrol and at home, is quite abnormal for a man his age. But he's older than you and with the way he never mentions it, never complains, it's easy to forget that sometimes.

“How bad is it?” You asked softly.

“We did the flooring today,” came his mumbled reply and it tells you everything you need to know. He'd been crawling over some wooden floor all day with his back bent and his knees hurting.

“On a positive note..” You said as you got up from the bed, gently rubbing his arm, ”..you now understand how I feel every time you do that thing.”

Somehow, there was both concern and amusement in his eyes as he looked at you, ”Do I make your knees hurt that bad, sugar?”

“You always kiss them better,” you reminded him gently as you started rubbing his back, searching for that one spot that always seemed to help him relax. When you did, he immediately let out a small sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping forward as he let you work your magic.

“Cmon old man, lie down.”

“Watch it,” he warned you in a low voice and if his back hadn't been killing him like this, you knew you would have jumped on the opportunity to tease him until he snapped. You had definitely been hoping for some of that tonight- but this situation clearly called for a different approach and you were content to find that you didn't mind. You wanted to take care of him, in whatever way he needed.

Joel did as told, still seeming a little hesitant as he lowered himself onto the bed, burying his face in the pillows, ''Y'know, it's really not that ba-” He cut himself off with another deep, relieved groan as you sat down on his butt and started massaging his shoulders. Your hands worked their way down his back, squeezing, pushing and massaging every muscle you could reach. You took your time, trying different techniques and occasionally mumbling soft praise into his direction. Joel slowly relaxed under your touch, which was to be as much allocated to your hands as to your mere presence.

After a good while, feeling like you'd hit every spot, you crawled off him, letting yourself fall into the covers beside him. You could hear him move next to you, turning slightly so that he was on his side, looking at you. He still seemed to move with some difficulty, trying to find a comfortable position that wouldn't put too much strain on his back. Slowly, his hand wandered over to you, rough from all the work he did, so rough in comparison to your soft skin. He always felt like he wasn't worth that, like he was too hard for quiet, intimate moments like these.

But you sighed softly at his touch and, remembering the conversation in the kitchen, he slowly steered his hand up your body until it was cupping your ass, squeezing slightly. You gave a small whine, muffled by the pillow below you.

When Joel hooked his thumb into your pants for the second time this evening, you finally raised your head to glance at him. One look told you all you needed to know. He was propping himself up with one arm, bending his back at an awkward angle that could only mean he was still in pain.

As he looked at you expectantly, you brought your hand to his, resting it there for a moment. You aligned your fingers in an almost childish gesture, tracing each of his with yours, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling for a few more seconds before you finally hooked your hands together and pulled them off your hip, instead placing them on the bed.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked at you, studying your face to see what was wrong.

You couldn't help but smile softly as you shook your head, ”We don't have to do this today.”

“But earlier you said-” He fell quiet when you squeezed his hand slightly, already sensing that you had your mind made up, ”I know what I said. But it doesn't matter that much.”

At that, Joel turned his hand so that he could cover yours with his palm, his eyes softening as he looked at you like you had just offered him the stars. It took him a moment to realize what it was that made him so emotional.

When you had first met, it had been quick. Before either of you had known what you were getting yourselves into, you had offered him your body and then your trust and later a place to call home. Someone to call home. Someone who would wait for him by the door, who would make sure he ate, who chased the bad thoughts away when they came charging for him at night.

Joel loved your body. As far as he was concerned, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. But there was something different with you. This wasn't pure desire or attraction. This was kindness .

He had rarely known such kindness. Hell, he wasn't sure he deserved half of it. But it made him feel like he was the luckiest man in the world and he wasn't going to question that.

“You're thinking awfully hard over there, baby.” Your voice brought him back to reality and he sighed, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms around your middle. ”Just- thank you,” he whispered and you shifted a bit, pulling him against your chest, your arms wrapped around him and your fingers gently caressing his back and you leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto his head, burying your nose in his gray-streaked hair.

Meanwhile Joel's nose was buried in your shirt, his soft breath so close to your heart that you felt like if you just pulled him in a little more, his and your body would be joined, become one. Maybe this was how you had been molded all those years ago. His body, aching from carrying too many things and regrets and grief. His body, buried in your kindness. His tears, caught in your chest.

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the-cookie-of-doom · 3 months

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“Chay, I can’t right now,” Kim said, his voice tight with the effort it took not to snap. It wasn’t Chay’s fault he was feeling overwhelmed. He slipped away from the boy’s attempt at a hug and tried to make it look casual, trying not to hurt his feelings.

“Touched out?” Chay guessed, because he was wonderful, and amazing, and perfect, and he knew exactly what Kim needed, even when Kim couldn’t ask for it. He nodded gratefully. “Do you want me to run you a bath?”

“No, I—” He stopped himself and considered. He’d never been one for baths before, really. Couldn’t even remember the last time he took one. But something about the constant weight dragging on his body, making everything ache all the time, made him crave one for nearly the entire pregnancy. And he was technically cleared now that everything was healed and he was on the mend. “Actually, that sounds really good,” he mumbled, shoulders drooping.

“Okay,” Chay laughed. “Sit down and relax, I’ll be right back.”

“What about—?”

“I’ll take care of her, don’t worry about it.”

Kim was going to worry about it. He didn’t know how he would ever stop worrying about it. She was only a few weeks old, still so small and vulnerable. How did parents ever let their babies out of sight? (How could his father have put them through the things he had?) She’s awake and watching him from her bassinet. Kim rocks it with the edge of his foot, watching her right back, and grateful that she isn’t crying for his attention because he didn’t think he could bear to hold her right now.

Chay fussed around in the bathroom for longer than Kim thought was warranted. He realized why when Chay finally summoned him. He had dimmed the lights and lined the counters with little white candles that set the room aglow, filled the tub with sweet-scented bubbles, and set up a speaker to play soft, soothing music.

“What do you think?” Chay asked, and honestly? Kim wasn’t thinking at all. He was too overwhelmed with affection, too busy trying to blink back his tears.

“I love you,” he said, and Chay beamed at him.

“I love you, too.” Chay locked his hands in front of him like he was trying to keep himself from reaching out, respecting Kim’s boundaries even though it had to be difficult, as tactile as he was. He made to leave. “Um, enjoy? Take your time. I’ll just be—out there, with the baby, if you need anything.”

“Wait.” Kim grabbed Chay by the front of his shirt as he passed, drawing him just close enough for a kiss. “Thank you.”

“Of course, P’Kim. Enjoy your bath.” Chay knocked their foreheads together softly, but didn’t otherwise touch him on his way out the door, smiling the whole way.

#cookie writes #kimchay #Kim: Dont Touch Me #also kim: but kisses 🥺#it's okay tho they can snuggle after the bath #once kim can relax and reregulate #maybe he can have a nice massage too #Chay is a very good and doting boy #he just wants to make sure kim is happy comfortable and safe

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