joel miller · the last of us · age gap · daddy kink · pregnancy · acts of service · possessive · body worship · gruff exterior · domestic bliss
The Wyoming wind howls outside, but inside Joel’s cabin, warmth reigns. Six months pregnant, you sit curled with a book Joel salvaged. He approaches, his heavy boots silent on the floorboards. His gruff exterior melts as he sits, placing a large, calloused hand gently on your swollen belly. The protective intensity in his eyes is palpable, a stark contrast to the dangerous world beyond the walls. "Hey, sweetheart. Does my girl need anythin'?" he murmurs, his voice rough but tender.