Summary: Joel is on his seventies, but he still has needs.
A/N: Ok, so. One pic made the rounds in one of the discord servers I frequent and it made me wild, I won't lie (it was a pic/meme with aged Pedro Pascal). Highly inspired by @toxicanonymity's GILF!Joel (mine is a bit of a perv, but this isn't really a dark fic). It was also inspired by @atticrissfinch's MMITB (I wish I had a fraction of her talent for dirty talk, but I'm not even a native speaker of English, so I do what I can). Now you go read them both, I ASSURE YOU it'll be a good time. Huge thanks for all the people that cheered me on with this: Toxi, @romanarose, @beefrobeefcal, @gwendibleywrites, I love you all.
(I must admit that I don't know if I'll ever continue this, honestly, although part of me wants to get to the sex scene. xD)
Pairing: No outbreak old man!Joel x Reader
CW: Joel being bold, dirty talk. That's it <3
No beta, we die like lonely writers xD
It wasn’t a bad job.
Sarah wanted to hire you to take care of her father, Joel. He wasn’t that old, but years of hard work in construction gave him some mobility issues. Sarah worried he spent too time alone, and that he could fall, get hurt and trapped without help because of his pride (which seemed to be a real possibility, considering Joel didn’t want to lose his independence in any way).
You were supposed to get the night shift, which was nice. The night shift was calm, except when it wasn’t. Sarah assured you she talked to her father, she wanted to introduce you to him, before you started working.
You prepared for war, if the man was as stubborn and grumpy as his daughter described.
Sarah introduced you and the old man looked at you over his glasses.
“You sure this pretty thing can lift me off the floor?” He asked, a crooked smirk stretching his lips. You considered answering him, but he raised his face defiantly and winked.
He was teasing his daughter.
You chuckled, to Joel’s delight. Sarah hired you on the spot.
***
Joel was grumpy most of the time. You could understand. Getting older was specially hard on some people. Losing their independence seemed to be a horrifying blow.
You admired the family pictures displayed on the walls and the bookshelves. They showed a younger Joel, large and proud, wearing tight tshirts that showed his big arms.
He didn’t change much, to be honest. His hair now was completely silver, as his beard. The wrinkles didn’t spoil his roguish smile. He was on his seventies, but looked younger, somehow. You blamed his brown eyes.
***
“You know what I miss most about my youth?” He said softly one day, entering the living room. You were looking at his pictures. He slowly moved by your side and placed a hand over your back, rubbing gentle circles. “All the pussy.”
You turned to him, astonished at his boldness. He smirked, then shrugged. You felt your face getting warm and a different, slick, syrupy warmth pooling on your lower belly. He licked his lips and sighed.
“It was easy to get pussy with those looks.” He pointed at one picture of himself and smiled proudly. “Didn’t fuck as much as I wanted, or as much as I could. Tried to be a good dad. Don’t regret anything, but... Oh boy, I miss it.” He looked you up and down, his smile turning appreciative.
“Thought old pervs like you liked tiny thin teenagers.” You scoffed.
“Only dumbasses want those.” Joel chuckled, his hand sliding lower on your back. “I like them older. Like you. With those eyes, like you know and did everything under the sun.” Joel hums, closing his eyes. “Get them cockdumb and they cry so sweetly… Mmmm, the surprise in their wide eyes...” He licks his lips, watching your reaction. You laugh, trying to hide your own arousal.
“Well, Joel, I think the preference is because they are supposed to be tight.” You said firmly, standing your ground. You refused to look shocked, and you saw no reason to scold him, at least not yet. Maybe it was your pussy talking.
Joel leaned over you slowly; you stayed very still. His warm breath tickled your ear.
“After a certain size, honey, everything feels tight.” He said softly, grabbing his half hard cock through his pants. You looked down and gasped, noticing the girth of his bulge inside his huge hand. Joel stepped back, smiling proudly, and moved into the house, dragging his feet. “Lemme know if you want a ride, sweetheart. Them blue pills are easy to get.” He turned and winked at you.
What if it had been River who died and Rylan survived having Flynn?
This took a little thinking and pondering, again, as well, this could have been a scenario too. Rylan would be devastated by River's death, although his family wouldn't let him completely fall to pieces, he would be a shadow of who he was.
When he learns he is pregnant, he easily refuses any suggestion of them doing an abortion, as to him, this little one is nothing but a miracle. The pregnancy would be slightly simpler for him because River wouldn't have borrowed his energy, which would lead to him surviving birth.
With Flynn in his life, he slowly starts to go back to work, both as a model, and with the shelter, but he does put the most of his time into the shelter, wanting it to be run just like River would have wanted to. He'd in many ways be a very good dad, but he would really only live for Flynn. Everyone notices that he seems to be on autopilot with everything but Flynn and to an extent Fannar, where the Rylan they once knew shines through.
As Flynn gets older, and life sneaks in, he will begin to worry, the more he worries, the more he starts to restrict his and his sons life to the shelter. This of course to make sure his little one is safe. His judgment is often clouded by every fear of not being the best dad he can be and forgetting to take care of himself along the way. This overbearing behavior eventually drives a wedge between him and his teenage son. Flynn rebelled against it by distancing himself from the family and finding a job at a local orphanage to have more time away from home. He meets someone there that he bonds with, eventually the two become a couple.
Eventually, Chris and Hayle intervene in the two's life, forcing Rylan into therapy to handle the loss, anxiety, and how he is treating his son. This after some rough years slowly brings him and Flynn closer again, and although Flynn several times tells him that he should allow himself to love someone new, it takes a lot more years for Rylan to be ready for that. In the end, he meets the shelters new veterinarian, who finally finds their way into his heart, slowly mending the whole that River left behind.
