#song!ask

You were more nervous than you would have admitted to Joel. It had nothing to do with his ability to protect you–of course, you knew he would. It was your prey instinct being activated. It was only natural, sleeping in a room full of predators, with even greater threats outside. The only thing between you and infected might have been cruel men who saw you as a possession of Joel’s. It had your heart thrumming and your eyes wide and your thoughts racing. There were many thoughts you didn’t want to say out loud, and that made you quiet.

“Hey,” Joel murmured into your hair, just above a whisper. “I ain't lettin’ nothin’ happen to ya. You know that, Sweet Pea.” He tightened his arms with a squeeze of reassurance.

“I know,” you said. “I trust you... I'm not scared. I'm just nervous.”

“Whatcha gotta be nervous about?” he asked.

*Really?*, you thought, and asked, “Do I have to explain?”

“No, baby,” he said. He caressed your arm, and then his hand slid under your arm to your chest. With his body curved around yours, he took a deep breath, then pushed his hips forward, letting you feel the heat and strength of his loins through his boxers. He offered, “How ‘bout I show ya the only thing ya gotta be nervous about.” He slid his hand into your nightie and fiddled with your nipple, quickly bringing it to a taut peak.

“Mm?” You asked sleepily.

“Only thing ya gotta be nervous about is how you're gonna stay quiet when ya cum in a minute or two.” His hips pushed against you harder, and he went on, “Because you *will* stay quiet, so help me.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Stay quiet or what, you wondered silently.

Joel answered the unasked question. “Or we'll give’em the full show. Spankings and all.”

Your cunt twitched and your butt pushed back on Joel. He added, just above a whisper, “Then eat breakfast with’em in the mornin’..... That's the part i know ya don’t want.”

Joel's cock was hard against your ass. “Here's the part I know ya *do*.” His hand slid between your legs and pried your thighs apart. Initially not finding you wet, he slid his finger along your slit, ghoating up and down a few times before settling at your pretty little hole. It was just beginning to drip. “There she is,” he murmured.

Thank you for reading ❤️❤️❤️

You thought about Bill and Frank's attempt at "the Talk" – how precious you were and that you could love anyone, but needed to protect yourself. Especially from men. Joel seemed like the protector. Not someone you'd need protection from.

I kept thinking, I could've sworn there was a song, but I couldn't find it. Then, days after posting the the first chapter, the song This Protector randomly got stuck in my head after not hearing it for years. It was never one of my favorites of theirs, but when I listened to the full song, it gave me chills how perfect it was, and not just the title.

You thought you heard a sound, there's no one else around, Looking at the door, it's coming through the floor

I ret-conned the pt. 1 title, changing "the" to "this," and decided to make the rest of the chapters White Stripes songs because they have enough songs with the right atmosphere and creepiness. Even certain motifs like apples, which were already in the story. Even the age gap factor, I mean look at Passive Manipulation, which of course was way too on the nose to use as a title lol:

Take a step back, take a look at one another You need to know the difference between a father and a lover

And In the Cold, Cold Night (sung by Meg)

You make me feel a little older, like a full grown woman might.

Anyway, there's a lot of good stuff. Screwdriver even has a Tommy in it as Milla mentioned.

Before this one, I had never made a story playlist before. I kinda lucked out on this. I overplayed the White Stripes so much in my formative years that I still know all the words to an alarming number of songs two decades later, for some of them.

As for the theories, I wouldn't feel right about killing reader or Joel in this story even though either of those could totally be realistic outcomes in different genres like straight horror or even true crime.