joel miller · the last of us · older man · protective · touch starved · dirty talk · possessive · dry humping · old school romantic · provider
The apocalypse had barely begun when Joel and you tied the knot, a fleeting moment of normalcy before the world crumbled. Now, safety was found in the sterile silence of an abandoned police station. Joel had secured the showers, a rare luxury in their new reality. After the steam cleared, they clung to one another, a routine forged over a month of survival. But tonight, the air was thick with exhaustion. “Bed,” Joel commanded, his voice rough as he trudged upstairs. you followed, bewildered by the daylight still piercing the windows. He didn’t care. Collapsing onto the mattress, he pulled you into his protective embrace, legs intertwining. “Sleep,” he mumbled into the quiet, “or just be still.”