#last of us au

[businessbadger]

had to repost because of issues with links. please check out my pinned post and prevent me from putting part two behind a paywall <3 C:<

#dinluke #dinluke zombie au #dinluke fan comic #lukedin #skydalorian #clan of three #dinluke art #zombie au #last of us au #dinluke fanart #art from the badger den

[ktwritesstuff]

First Comes Love (a Last of Us fanfic)

Title: First Comes Love Fandom: The Last of Us (no-pocalypse AU) Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Joel Miller x plus size!Reader Word Count: ~1,600 Summary: A rare night alone with Joel. Beta-read by the incomparable @bs-fangirl. Additional content notes below the cut.

Part 2 posted 9/1

A/N: At last I have returned to my roots: all your faves want to fuck fat girls. It is, sadly, the early 2000s (no shroompocalypse) so the reader character having history of experiencing anti-fatness seemed unavoidable, so TW for a brief mention. Other than some light breeding kink we have mostly fluffy cuteness. Enjoy!

Austin, TX. 2004

Joel wanted to go out for dinner, but you convinced him to stay in.  It was rare for you to have a night alone--Sarah was at a sleepover--and you didn't want to waste a minute.  Some folks might have considered Sarah a complication.  Dating a single father of a teenaged, mixed-race daughter wasn’t without its challenges (not the least of which was bending over backwards to arrange date night) but the truth was, Sarah was the only reason you had given him a chance.

Joel was a good looking guy–a real man’s man–so much so that at first you hadn’t trusted his interest in you. You thought, perhaps, he learned to set his sights a little lower as a single dad.  That the caliber of women he was used to–women like Sarah’s mother, no doubt–wouldn’t give him a second look once they found out he was raising his little girl alone.  You had spent a lifetime being told that you were undesirable because of your size, but Joel never made you feel undesired. 

Joel picked you up after work.  You grabbed burgers and shakes at the Creamery and ate in the truck on the way back to Joel’s.  He kissed you playfully as you came through the front door, blowing raspberries on your throat and behind your ear until you screamed with laughter as you fell into bed together.  

Joel unbuttoned your blouse slowly, one loop at a time, kissing his way down your breasts.  Working his way down your body, he lingered longer to adore the rolls and folds of your stomach with his mouth and fingertips.  It used to make you self-conscious, but you had since come to enjoy the loving attention he gave the largest part of your body.  He opened your jeans and slipped one hand into your panties.  Two fingers slid through your folds, stroking up and down against your clit.

“So good.”  His breath felt warm against your skin.  “So wet for me.”

You leaned back, pressing your head into his pillow with a content sigh.  It smelled like Tide and Irish Spring and the clean sweat that was unmistakably Joel.   

You whined a little as he paused his ministrations and rested his head on the soft pouch below your navel, his beard tickling the delicate skin.     

“Watcha doing?” You grinned, running your fingers through his curls.

“Thinking,” Joel sighed as his fingers traced spirals on the lowest part of your belly.

“About what?”

“Putting a baby in here,” Joel’s chocolate-brown eyes glanced up at you.  “Is that okay?”

“Yes.”  

The answer spilled out of you before you even had time to think.  You had assumed Joel didn’t want any more kids, he was so devoted to Sarah.  It was one of the things you loved most about him.  You never felt like you needed a child of your own to be a family.  But the idea of Joel wanting another baby was so delightfully surprising; you relished the idea of raising little chunky-thighed peanuts with huge brown eyes and dark curls. 

“Really?” Joel grinned.

You nodded.

“Good,” Joel said, snaking his way back up your body to kiss your throat.  “Because I can’t wait to fuck my babies into you.”

You pulled the back of Joel’s t-shirt up over his head and he shucked it off in a hurry to slide his hand back down your pants, fingers stroking through your increasingly damp folds.  He kissed you like he was swimming through your mouth, coming up for sips of air between long, confident strokes.  You reached down to grope him through his pants.

“Gonna love watching your belly grow,” he whispered, low and husky with desire.  “Knowing it’s my baby in there, warm and safe, enjoying that nice squishy water bed.”

You felt giddy at his sudden confession.  Joel was far from an inattentive lover, but he wasn’t usually this talkative.  You could tell he was enjoying the fantasy and frankly, so were you, spreading your legs a little wider as he stroked you lazily.

“Keep going.”

“I’ll read to the baby and sing to them, so they get to know daddy’s voice. Gonna take such good care of you, too.” Joel dipped two fingers inside you, curling them up around the curve of your pelvis.  “Rub your feet when you’re tired and get you ice cream in the middle of the night.”

You ran your hands over Joel’s chest and back, feeling the hard muscles under a thin layer of padding.  Not vanity muscles, Joel had the body of a man who worked with his hands–strong, useful.

“What else?”

“Your tits are gonna be fucking huge.”  Joel drew both hands up to knead your breasts.  “Getting ready to feed our baby.  I’d suck them for you…If you wanted.”  

You almost laughed out loud, but you would hate to embarrass him after he had opened up to you.  

“You can,” you assured him.

Joel shifted his weight back, bowing his head to your breasts, sealing his mouth over one nipple, pressing down with the flat of his tongue.  

You knew you had a good one, but hearing Joel’s secret fantasies spilling was so endearing, that what he wanted most were all the things he hadn’t gotten to experience with Sarah.  You had never been desperate for children of your own, but now anything else was unthinkable. 

“I want to have your babies, Joel.”  

“Yeah?”  Joel looked up at you, bright eyed and flushed.

“A whole gaggle of them,” you said, taking his face in your hands.  

“Shit, that’s hot,” Joel chuckled, dipping his head to work the beginnings of a hickey into the crook of your neck.  “You’re so fucking sexy right now.”

“Careful,” you warned.  “We’re not teenagers anymore.”

You suspected Sarah was well-aware her father was no celebate monk, but there was no need to publicly embarrass the poor girl.  You wanted desperately to stay on her good side–she and Joel had a special relationship.

“If we had met when we were teenagers, we’d have a whole damn baseball team by now,” Joel said.

You rolled your eyes at his attempt at flattery.  You knew damn well the high school version of Joel would never have given your bespectacled and brace-faced younger self a second glance.

“Thank God for small mercies,” you teased. 

“You ready for me?” Joel asked, sitting up to retrieve a condom and lube from the bedside table.  You had barely touched him, and he was rock-hard, straining through his blue jeans.

You nodded, shimmying your pants down and kicking them off from around your ankles.  

Joel rolled on the condom and moved over you, lining the tip of his cock up at your entrance before pressing in slow and careful, stretching you open a little at a time.  

“How’s that?” he asked, bottoming out inside you.

“Feels good.”  You hitched your knees up around his waist, letting him press in deeper as you traced the triangles of muscle in his shoulders.

Joel kept most of his weight in his hips as he rocked into you.  A few short, quick thrusts followed by long, slow strokes.  He reached one hand between your bodies to massage your clit, sending sparkles of pleasure through your belly.

“Shit, that’s good.”  Your toes curled, muscles clenching and releasing as Joel fucked you through the climax. You tugged his hair and pressed your mouth over the exposed vein pulsing in his throat to keep from crying out.  

“Don’t stop.” You grabbed his ass with your other hand, your nails leaving crescent-moon indents in the plump flesh.

“I’m fucking close,” Joel laughed, brushing one hand over your sweat-damp hair.  

“Want you to come for me,” you panted between strokes.  “Come inside me.”

“Fuck!” Joel shuddered, collapsing onto you. 

You chuckled, still enjoying the ripples of your orgasm.  

“Shit,” Joel rallied.  “You need anything?”

“I’m golden,” you said with a smile as he kissed you.  

Joel held the base of the condom as he withdrew from you.  He rose from the bed and went to the bathroom to dispose of it.  You almost felt sorry for the unlucky little swimmers—they must have been so confused. No egg today, but hopefully one day soon…

“You know,” you called to him, adjusting your pillows.  “If you really want a baby, there’s only one thing you have to do.”

As Joel emerged from the bathroom, you held your left hand out to him, wiggling your fingers.           

Joel chuckled, crossing the room.  He opened his dresser drawer and returned to the bed with a small velvet box.  You gasped, hand flying to your mouth.

You had suspected Joel was thinking about proposing for some time now, when Sarah had not so subtly asked to “borrow” one of your rings for her Spring Fling dance. You had dropped your fair share of hints as well, browsing bridal magazines in the grocery checkout line and remarking which of Country Radio’s Top 10 would make a good first dance.   

Evidently Joel had reached the limit of his endurance. 

"Sarah found it while she was snooping," he explained.  "I was going to take you out for a nice dinner, get down on one knee–”

You opened the box, to find a perfect, tiny diamond on a simple gold band.  

Joel cleared his throat as he sat down beside you in bed.  “I know it’s small–”

“Shut up,” you snapped, slipping the ring on your finger.  “It’s beautiful!”

You laid back in bed, holding out your hand to admire the ring, glittering in the sunset light.  Joel draped his arm around you and you curled into his side.  

“I’m assuming because you put it on, that’s a yes,” he joked. 

“It’s a yes,” you agreed, kissing him.  

“We can tell Sarah tomorrow,” he said.  “I’ll pick her up before breakfast.”

“I’ll make pancakes,” you agreed.

“I don’t like pancakes,” Joel said.

You rubbed your nose against his playfully.  “Sarah does.”  

#the last of us fanfiction #last of us au #joel miller x reader #joel miller x plus size reader #tlou fanfiction #joel miller #pedro pascal #troy baker adjacent #tlou smut #joel miller smut

[kana7o]

kofi sketch comm for @lapauguillen !!

Obikin Last of Us AU hhhHHHHHHHHHHHH

#obikin #commission #last of us au #sw

[damniteggs]

continuation of my Last of Us AU brainworm that won’t leave me alone. Also, just an excuse to try my hand at a snowish background from the show’s screencap. I will ramble uncontrollably about this whole AU if asked.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #damniteggs art #my art #rottmnt leo #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #last of us au #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise Leo #rottmnt casey jr #rottmnt casey jones

[capypub]

Do you have a master list for "without warning"? I try to click the link but it doesn't work and it sends me to safari and I can't like it. I was wondering if you could post one?

Without Warning Masterlist - Mafia!Joel Miller x OFC

Scene 1

Scene 2

Scene 3

Scene 4 (smut)

Scene 5

Scene 6.1 (Smut) / Scene 6.2 ( Alt. Version: Daddy Kink Smut)

Scene 7

Scene 8

Scene 9

Scene 10

Scene 11

Scene 12

Scene 13

Scene 14 (smut)

Epilogue

Extended Scenes (Non-Chronological Order)

Alaska's Nice This Time of Year, Right?

Don't Be Late (smut)

Touch (pt. 2) (smut)

Extra

Bed Rock (smut)

The Sister Act

Taking the High Road

Nightmares

The Ex

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller smut #joel miller fluff #joel miller au #mafia!joel miller #joel miller x ofc #joel miller on shot #joel miller #last of us au

[wyomwyom]

I want other people to suffer like I did.

Last of Us!Call of Duty au

But Price and Nikolai are Bill and Frank.

#call of duty #last of us au #nikprice #pricenik #😭😭😭

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Trying to think of Last of Us/zombie apocalypse supercorp au.

Like, maybe Lena is a scientist who is summoned by the Fireflies because they think they have a potential cure and only she is smart enough to make it work.

She and Kara meet while hunting the same buck, with a fluke of probability when their shots seem to hit at the exact same time. After squabbling for a little bit, Kara announces that the only thing to do is share it, and hey, we're both traveling solo, so let's share a meal.

They do, and eventually agree to travel west together-- Lena to the Firefly base and Kara to meet up with her sister, who she knows was somewhere in Wyoming before going off grid. They go from tolerating each other, to becoming friends, to lovers and partners.

Along the way, they are also trying to avoid the search parties/hunters who were sent by Lena's brother Lex, who is the leader of Fedra in the biggest and strongest and cruelest QZ. He *likes* the world the way it is now, he likes the ability to rule through fear and the power the apocalypse has given him. So he will stop at nothing to keep his sister from reaching the Fireflies and healing the world.

#supercorp #last of us au #zombies #roughing it #supercorp as capable survivors? sign me tf up

[paz-djarin]

Alone

Last Of Us AU - After losing everything to the virus, Paz and Din never leave each other’s side.

Rating: 14+

Warnings: death, violence, language, suicide attempt (mentioned), light flirting

Authors Note: Sorry for misspelling.

How did this all start? Will it ever end? How many are they going to lose? They lost to much already. Seen to much death. Lost so many friends along the way. Tears shed, so much blood spilled. Is there anyone left? Their not sure, so unsure if the virus spread across the galaxy. Most likely though.

Most of buildings are destroyed or fallen over. Vines took over the city’s and practically everywhere. The sky is gray and lifeless, the wind gently blows, the streets are full of speedors and ships. The streets are lifeless.

Two figures walk along the road, walking silently. They are Mandalorian’s, Paz and Din to be exact. Paz and Din are alone together. No Ragnar or Grogu by their sides.

At first they where by their sides…until…

Ragnar…Poor boy. The boy got sick on the road, thinking that he just has a cold. Paz would do his best to take care of Ragnar. Until one day Ragnar started to twitch violently and started to make strange noises. Paz went to see what was going on, Ragnar attacked him. Causing Paz, just to throw the boy and lock him in the room.

Paz let out a silent scream, crying. Din would just hold him. Grogu would do his best to comfort the man. He couldn’t kill him. That creature was his boy. His baby boy.

Paz was never the same after that. The taller man just shut down for awhile. Din thought he was going to lose him, because how far Paz had fallen.

Now…Grogu…

Poor baby. This kid stay behind, he protected Din and Paz from a whole herd of them. Using the forcing, forcing the two back. The baby’s turns to the two. The strange infected people running after them. Grogu’s final words were “I love you.” Before the building collapsed between Grogu and them. Din and Paz. Din screamed and desperately tried to get to Grogu.

Paz had to pull him away, crying “Din..he’s gone!” Dragging Din away, Din crying…

During the years Paz and Din had ditch some of their armor. So they can move quicker and quieter. The lost of their children still haunts them to this day. But in some strange way it brought the two closer.

“Paz…” Din starts.

Paz turns his head to Din, “Yeah?”

Din sighs heavily, “Um…I’m hungry…”

“Don’t worry, cyar'ika. I am too.” Paz mutters he holds Din’s hand.

As the two swiftly move throughout the city, they made sure to keep up their guard. Just a few mouths ago their was a group, scavengers. They attacked and killed another group. Men, women, children and elders were all killed. No one was spared. Din and Paz manage to sneak away. They regretted leaving them…but…what else could they have done…?

In this world it’s either: live, survive or die.

Paz and Din went into a store, Paz checks to see if there is any infect. The taller man scans the room, there is no infected. He quietly motions Din. Din follows Paz. The two enter the store, quickly checking the shelves. There is few can foods surprisingly. Paz puts them into his bag. Din found some other items he quickly shoved them into his bag.

“I found some food.” Paz mutters, “let’s gets outta here…it’s getting dark.”

“Agreed.” Din said.

They left the store and went to go hide somewhere for the night.

Going into another building, this time Din scouted to see of there is any infected. When he saw nothing. He brought Paz inside. They didn’t make a fire, they used the moonlight’s light for their light. Eating the canned food, sitting closes by each other.

Finishing their meal, Din leans against Paz. Paz wraps his arm around Din holding him. Paz let’s his head lean against Din’s.

“Hey…Din…” Paz said softly.

“Yeah, Paz?” Din replies.

“What did you find in the store?” He asked.

Din smiles, “Well…” Din moves up and lifting up his helmet up a bit. Then he takes off Paz’s helmet to whisper in his ear on what he found.

Paz’s face went red, “D-Din.”

Din chuckles, “That’s is for when we can find a place to be loud.”

Paz puts one hand over his face, blushing. The smaller man can tell Paz is beyond embarrassed. He just imagine Paz’s reaction. Din chuckles more after seeing Paz’s reaction.

“Ne'johaa…” Paz mutters.

Din kisses his cheek, chuckling.

The sun rose Paz stayed awake during the whole night. He watched over Din and made sure that no infected came near. Luckily there was none. Din woke up yawning.

“Did you sleep well?” Paz asked.

“I would have if you stayed asleep to.” Din said.

Paz sighed, “I just wanted to keep you safe.”

“…That doesn’t mean you can’t keep yourself safe either.” Din points out.

Paz nods, “That is true…” his mind goes to the two kids they lost, he couldn’t lose Din. They only had each other. “…I’m sorry…”

Din gets up and walks over to Paz, “I just need you to stay safe and be healthy.”

Both men sneak out of the building, walking down the road. Their destination…well…their going somewhere…just anywhere… Somewhere far away from the infected.

Din realized they need to go through a museum. Paz hated going anywhere near that place. The place is covered in old vines and the place is wore down. Paz peaks his head in, nothing. Still he kept quiet. Din follows in silence.

Paz felt his heart beat in his ears. There is a feeling he just can’t rid of. This feeling is dark and scary, like that feeling he use to have when was a kid and it was dark. They needed go back. Before Paz could say or do anything.

Suddenly there was a loud crashing noise. Startling the two, Din whipped his around towards the sound. There is a loud clicking sound and screeching. Paz’s heart dropped.

Great…just what we needed.

The two men practically went sneaking through the place. Turning a corner, Paz hesitantly moves his head to check up ahead. Their was a infected. Clicking and dragging itself around. It was getting closer and they move around it. Din accidentally steps on glass.

“Shit…” he mutters.

The infected instantly looks up and runs towards them. Paz opened fired on it.

“Run!” Paz yells.

With that more infected appears, Paz starts shooting them. They instantly fall back and to the ground. Paz and Din start to back up. Din helps Paz shoot the infected. He turns his head to late to see one jump on him. Out of nowhere one of them tackles Din.

Paz turns his head to see Din fighting one off of him. He shoots it. Finally no more infected coming at them. Paz picks up Din and heads out a window. The taller man’s heart pounding in his ears still.

“Din are you okay?” Paz asked him.

Din replies, “I’m—I’m alright. Just the damn thing scared me.”

Paz gulps him in a hug holding him tight, he mutters something to him. Din hugs him back. Paz carries Din they cross over a wood board. Standing on roof tops.

“Paz. Please set me down.” Din said “I’m fine now.”

Paz looks to him, “Are you sure?”

Din nods “I am.”

Paz gently places him down, Din stands and walks along side him. Deep down Paz felt like their was something off about Din. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. The two men head down to some old house. Paz checks to see if their is any infected. Luckily their isn’t. Din follows along. Entering the building.

There is a couple people laying on the ground, Paz check on them to see if they got bit. Two of them were bit. He couldn’t tell what the whole story was. But this story that unfolded here. Didn’t end so well. For any of the people laying here.

“Damn…” Paz mutters.

Din wasn’t paying attention, his foot accidentally hit a vine. He froze, his heart instantly fell. Paz looked up in horror. His heart beats fast and he stands up.

Oh great…we need to run…

He runs to Din instantly taking Din’s hand and tried to make a run for it. Din didn’t move. Paz looks to him.

“We need to go now.” Paz said.

“There isn’t much time…but…” Din reveals he was bitten.

“No. No. No. You’ll be okay. Everything will be okay.” He said quickly and still tried to drag Din out.

Din refused to go along, “No. You go. Please…just please…run…find that place we always dreamed about.”

Paz starts crying, “N-No not without you.”

“Paz…please…” the infected are almost here… Din pleas with Paz.

Paz cries and gently places his forehead onto Din’s, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

“I do too.” Din said half smiling under his helmet.

Paz let’s go of Din’s hand and turns away running. Din watches as Paz ran away, he quickly knocks over some barrels of gas. He sits on one of the knock over barrels. The infected come flooding into the room. Din watches as the all look around, growling, hissing and clicking. He closed his eyes and activated his flamethrower on his wrist.

Paz looks back, no it’s not right. I have to go back. Paz instantly starts running back, to only be launched back by the explosion. The building is on fire and the infected are scream in pain as they are burned alive.

Paz weakly sits up, staring at the building and then starts to cry silently.

How long has it been? Exactly today it’s been 6 mouths since Din died.

How much blood was spilled? Paz killed most of the raiders that attack his old ‘home’. With the help of the infected. Luckily Paz got away.

Few failed suicide attempts. He tried to end his life by getting infect or jumping from a tall height. But his body wouldn’t let him do any of that.

How many days alone? To long…Paz hasn’t seen anyone alive since Din and the raiders.

Paz hasn’t really able to sleep. Only when he collapsed from exhaustion. He doesn’t really eat that much, only when he really wants to.

In those months he found a quiet place. In the place he found a radio and tried to make it work again. He made this his base…his home… You couldn’t spot a infected for miles. Which hurts Paz’s so much. If Din hadn’t gotten bitten and this terrible thing happened. Din could be alive and well. Ragnar and Grogu would have loved it here.

Paz sighed, “No one is ever gonna call…this damn thing will never work.” He was so frustrated at this point. “Din…I wish you were here…” He mutters crying.

How much times has he cried over his death? To much, he lost count. He wonders if it’s possible to die from a broken heart… He gets up, almost collapsing right there and then. He caught himself with the wall, and made his way to the bed room. Paz was finally going to go to sleep after countless days of not resting.

Paz cries himself to sleep thinking about Din, Grogu and Ragnar. That night seemed so peaceful. Like it was back in the old days, when none of this ever happened.

He dreamt of seeing Din, Grogu and Ragnar.

They ran through a field and just laughed. Though they were talking, nothing of their conversation was ever heard. He followed Din and the rest of them into a bright light.

The sun shined on his face through the window. Paz didn’t even flinch when the sunlight hit his face. Paz did nothing. The taller man lays on the bed so still.

Suddenly the radio starts going off. “Hello? Hello. Anyone there please. We are searching for survivors. Please. Hello? Anyone.”

———

Authors Note: cyar'ika - sweetheart, ne'johaa - shut up, Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you

#star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #paz vizsla #paz x din #pazdin #fanfic #last of us AU #mr pazzie writing #writing #writblr #ragnar vizsla #grogu

[hobiebrownismygod]

A fic/headcanon with the prowler miles zombie apocalypse au u talked about?? I thought it was a cool concept

I'd write this but idk where to go with it ngl

Would I make it like Last of Us or the Walking Dead? I'd rather make it last of us themed tbh

Also what would his character be like? Just some random survivor or is he still somehow the Prowler? Is his uncle with him or is he alone?

I mean I guess I could make him and a version of Ganke be traveling together or something before they meet the reader. Or he could be flying solo.

Either way, I'll think about it but writer's block is hitting hard for this prompt so if you or any others have any ideas for how it should go, I'd love to hear them!! <3

#help #writers block is a bitch #atsv #across the spiderverse #miles morales #across the spider verse #last of us au #last of us #prowler miles #miles g morales #[silvia's asks] #prowler miles morales #ganke lee

[soulsquigg]

AU proposal for all the hermit and Last of Us fans out there:

Last of Us but Grian as the mother spore controls all the zombies.

Scar could also like lead a group of survivors.

Just think about it…

#hermitcraft #hc s7 #hermitcraft s7 #au idea #hermitcraft au #hc au #mother spore #hc grian #mother spore grian #gtwscar #gtws #last of us #last of us au

[shutupkayle]

war of hearts / scarian

summary: Grian is NOT immune to the goodtimes

wordcount: 1.5k

warnings: none really…guns, regular apocalypse sorta stuff, painfully awkward flirting

a/n: I barely know how to use tumblr but I have the last of us + scarian brain rot and it won’t let me rest

Grian had been preparing for the end of the world for as long as he could remember. He had been born into a family that believed the end was inevitable, had believed that it was better to be prepared just in case.

And for the longest time, he resented his family for it. Everyone in his neighborhood was aware of their beliefs, and it was safe to say that he was branded as the weird kid very early in life. Jokes on them, though, he thought as he watched buildings burn and people panic before the world had even truly ended around them.

His house...and the bunker under his house, were stocked enough to keep him alive, healthy and protected for at least ten years. For the first time in two and a half decades, Grian found himself thankful for his fathers paranoia and his mothers obsessive purchases and hoarding. The only thing he really needed to do was build up the outside defenses of his house to keep the people out just as much as the infected. Desperation was an ugly thing that he wasn't too eager to deal with just quite yet.

And yeah, maybe he was pretty qualified to live in the newly established wasteland that used to be his home. Maybe he was trained early in his life to be able to keep himself alive and maybe he had the resources to do just that for a long time, but there were quite a few things he wasn't qualified to handle. Specifically, there were three things he absolutely did not know how to deal with.

The first thing being that, despite knowing the basics, Grian was a terrible cook. He could keep himself alive and make food that tasted like...well, usually his meals ended up tasting like nothing, but that was besides the point. He could cook, he just couldn't do it very well.

The second thing that he didn't know how to deal with was potentially making friends and allies. Admittedly, he had never been the best at making friends, even before the world had been set on fire and people started eating their neighbors. He had a small group of friends that he refused to think too hard about and his family who were almost certainly gone by now. He thought it was rather ironic, but had decided a while ago that he wouldn't think too hard about them, either.

( Grief was another thing he had never known how to deal with, but he wasn't counting that. He hadn't healthily dealt with grief before the world ended and he certainly wouldn't now that there was nobody there to force him to talk about his feelings ).

The last thing was a pretty new discovery. After nearly a year of surviving on his own in his small safe zone, Grian thought he had seen everything. Friends turning on friends, family betraying each other for a sandwich, and although it was rare, he had also seen strangers from alliances and try and team up to steal everything he had.

Every situation ended the same way. It didn't matter that he had tried to pacify them in the beginning, just like it didn't matter if he resorted to violence first. Every situation ended with Grian digging a six foot deep hole and another tally mark scratched onto his living room wall.

He thought he had seen everything, that is, until a smooth talking pretty boy got stuck in one of his traps. It one of his more obvious ones, a simple rope that has hooked around the guys foot and hung him upside down in a tree. Grian had briefly considered the fact that this guy got himself captured on purpose to try and lure him out, but in the end Grians curiosity had gotten the best of him once again.

Cautiously, Grian walked out towards the tree he knew the man was hanging from. He clicked the safety off of his pistol and watched as the man tried, and failed, to free himself.

"If you'd like to keep your life, i'd suggest you stop moving," Grian finally said after watching the man struggle for a few seconds.

In return, the man shrieked and tried to spin around so he could see Grian. "Goodness, a little warning next time would be nice! Hey would you...oh. Sorry, i'm assuming that if I want to keep my life I stop talking too?"

"Obviously," Grian deadpanned before raising his eyebrows at him. "Are you armed?"

"...yes."

A sigh left his mouth at the obvious lie, making the other man grin at him sheepishly. "Okay, just kidding. I'm not armed and even if I was, I don't think i'd be any real threat...you know, because i'm hanging in the tree like a piñata. And you have a gun which is way faster than me attempting to reach my cane so I can, i don't know, smack you over the head with it?"

Grian blinked at him, "You're unarmed?" When the other man nodded, he continued. "You're unarmed and you've survived this long? I don't know if that's impressive or incredibly stupid."

The man struggled to look back at him, but Grian could clearly see the bright grin on his handsome face. "Why not both? Ah...would you mind cutting me down from here?"

"Are you alone?"

"Oh, how very forward of you!"

Grian huffed, "Just answer the question or i'm going to leave you out here."

"Oh, you're so feisty! I like it. Anyways, yeah i'm alone. I know what you're going to say," he paused before continuing in a high pitched british accent, "How stupid."

Ignoring the absolutely terrible impression, Grian sighed and moved to get him down. "Again, i'm not quite sure how you've managed to survive this long, but consider me mildly impressed."

"Only mildly?" he asked once Grian had successfully got him down from the tree. "Woah, talk about head rush! Hey...would you mind handing me my cane over there?"

Grian carefully looked around before spotting a wooden cane laying not too far away from him. He looked back up at the smiling man before squinting at him, "Don't try anything."

The man held his hands up in surrender before going back to bracing himself on the tree. "I wouldn't dare! My names Scar, by the way. I know, it's a bit ironic but, well...it doesn't matter, I guess. What's your name?"

Grian turned towards him and offered the cane with narrowed eyes, silently daring him to try something. When he didn't, he sighed heavily and said, "My names Grian."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Grian!" Scar said with a dramatic wink before he quickly grabbed Grians hand and pressed a soft kiss against his knuckles. "Is it just you here?"

He awkwardly pulled his hand back from Scar and tucked it into his pocket. "Yes—don't look at me like that. I know what I said and traveling alone and unarmed is stupid. Being alone and well defended is not."

Scar hummed and leaned on his cane, eyeing the houses behind the gate. "This gate really keeps everyone out? It's kind of a big area, you know."

"Yeah, but there's dozens of traps more deadly than the one you found yourself in all around the property and if those don't work then a little zap from my fence usually does."

The taller man nodded before looking back at Grian, "And do you always personally come and save the people who end up in your traps? I figured I was an infecteds dinner."

Grian hesitated before looking away, "Well, no. Not normally. But to be fair, people don't normally try and sneak into a very obviously defended and trapped area."

"I was curious!"

"Maybe I was too," Grian admitted, earning a delighted laugh from the other man. "I don't normally offer a place to sleep to strangers either, but seeing as it's nearly dark and i'm a mostly decent man, i'll offer it just this once," before Scar could accept his offer, Grian quickly added, "As long as you don't go advertising that I let you stay when you end up leaving. Got it?"

Scar grinned at him before saluting, "You got it, boss. Tell me, was it my pretty face that made you let me stay? Or was it my charisma? Both maybe? I'm dying to know!"

Grian huffed and didn't respond, just gestured for him to follow as he went back to his house. The answer, though he wouldn't admit it out loud, was a bit of both.

The third thing, unfortunately, was that Grian was not immune to silver tongued pretty boys.

#grian #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #scarian #goodtimeswithscar #last of us au #zombie apocolypse au

[businessbadger]

Part 2

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[ktwritesstuff]

Then Comes Marriage (a Last of Us fic)

Title: Then Comes Marriage Fandom: The Last of Us (no-pocalypse AU) Rating: PG Characters & Pairings: Joel Miller x plus size!Reader Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: The rough and ready followup to First Comes Love. Wedding day fluff.

A/N: Apologies for the lack of smuttiness, but I feel that wedding night sex is overrated. Un-beta'd, may God have mercy on my soul.

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In lieu of a bachelor party, Joel and Tommy chartered a fishing boat out of Galveston the week before the wedding.  You hadn’t vetoed strippers–it would hardly be fair after the Cirque du Soleil-level adult performer your sister had hired for the bachelorette weekend you spent with her in New York.  You suspected it was more for Sarah’s sake than yours, but Joel had politely insisted (to Tommy’s great disappointment) he was getting too old for that sort of thing.  

While the Miller boys spent some quality time on the Gulf, you and Sarah got to have your own girls’ weekend.  You went to the mall for mani-pedis and had lunch at the Chinese buffet.  In J.C. Penney, a saleswoman at the makeup counter helped you both pick out new lipstick and eye-shadow for the big day.  Just because it was a simple courthouse affair didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun with it.  After you took Sarah over to the jewelry counter as well.  

“Why don’t you pick something out?” you said.  “I want to get you something for being my bridesmaid.”  

Sarah looked over the display case and ran her fingers over a display of charm bracelets.  Her fingers paused on a gold bracelet bearing the word MOM.

“What should I call you,” she asked.  “After you and my dad get married?”

“You can call me whatever you want,” you said.  “I’d love it if you decide to call me mom one day, but I certainly don’t expect it.” 

Sarah shrugged.  “Do you think you’ll have kids of your own?” 

“We’ve talked about it,” you said.  “We’re going to try, but it doesn’t always work out.”  

Neither you nor Joel were exactly spring chickens and unless you wanted to be mistaken for grandparents in the kindergarten pickup line you’d have to get started.  The truth was you had already thrown protection to the wind the past few months, so far without success and you could already feel the anxiety mounting.  You told yourself that three was enough; three was a family, but there was still a powerful yearning inside you.  

Of course, Sarah didn’t need to hear about that.  You could sympathize with her reservations.  Not many of her friends or classmates had a thirteen year age gap with their siblings.  

“I know it’d probably be weird for you to have a baby brother or sister,” you admitted.  “But I hope you know no matter what, you’ll always be your daddy’s baby girl.”  

Sarah turned the bracelet over in her hands so the lettering formed a different word as she waved it in front of your face.

“Wow,” she teased.  “That was cheesy as hell.”

“You know what I mean,” you said, nudging her arm.

“No wonder you and my dad fell in love,” she said, rolling her eyes.

When the clerk came back around the counter, Sarah chose a teardrop shaped ruby on a gold chain that would compliment the dress that Joel had gotten her to wear for the ceremony.  

“I think you should have a baby,” Sarah said as you walked through the parking lot, content with your purchases.  “I charge $20 an hour for babysitting.”  

You laughed.  “You drive a hard bargain.”

“$15 once they’re out of diapers,” she added.

“Fair enough.”

You took Sarah home and stayed with her until Joel and Tommy got back, sun-kissed and still a little hungover.  You and Joel had agreed not to see each other again before the ceremony on Friday, which gave you some time to pack up your apartment and put the finishing touches on the flowers.  

Your sister flew in the day before to scout the best locations around the courthouse for family photos.  She did your hair and makeup in the morning and offered to drive you to the courthouse, but you didn’t quite trust her behind the wheel.

Once you made it through courthouse security you met Tommy in the lobby and he wrapped you in a warm embrace.

“Are we all checked in?” you asked.

“Yeah, they’ve got us in courtroom 6,” Tommy pointed down the hall.  “Supposed to be about a half hour.”

You realized you were shaking as you swapped out your flats for a more elegant pair of heels and Tommy reached out to steady you.  

“How you holding up, buddy?” 

“You know, I’m good,” you said.  “How is he?”

“The same,” Tommy said with a bright smile.  “I think he’s really keeping it together; only asked me about 50 times if I thought you were still coming.”

“Oh, Jesus,” you said, letting out a peal of nervous laughter. 

“I’m running down to the cafe to grab a coffee, do you want anything?”  

“Water,” you said, your stomach churning at the thought of fried food and burnt coffee.  “Maybe a ginger ale–with a straw–” Your sister would kill you if you ruined your lipstick before taking a single photo.

“You got it, Sis,” Tommy gave you a thumbs up.

“Emma’s got your boutonniere if you want to grab it on your way down,” you explained, pointing back to the metal detectors where your sister was still reinstalling her various piercings.

Once you were both sorted, you gathered the rest of the flowers and started down the hall.  Then you saw Joel.  He was pacing back and forth across the hall, but froze on the spot when he saw you.  

You always thought he was handsome (or at least, almost always) but seeing him all put together in a dark navy suit, with a vest no less!  It was surreal, for a moment you forgot this was the man you were supposed to be marrying in a little less than half an hour. 

“You look beautiful,” Joel said, leaning over to kiss you.

“Not on the mouth!” Emma screamed, still lagging a few steps behind you and Joel leapt back in alarm. 

“I did not bring enough makeup wipes to clean you both up,” she warned, combing her fingers through Joel’s hair unsolicited, arranging his curls more to her liking.  For his part, Joel was very patient with her or at least too nervous to protest.   

“You two shouldn’t be kissing before the ceremony anyway,” Sarah chimed in.

“You look beautiful, sweetie,” you said, beaming at Sarah.

Emma handed you Joel’s boutonniere and snapped a few pictures as you pinned it to his lapel–a red rosebud and yellow alyssum to match the sunflowers in your bouquet with a few sprigs of evergreen for balance.  

“You look very handsome,” you said, resting your hand on his chest.  

“I’m glad you’re here,” Joel said.

“Me, too,” you giggled. 

Joel rested his big hands on your bare arms and pressed his forehead toward yours.  You felt like a teenager with butterflies in your stomach and bubbles in your throat. 

“We got you something, too,” Joel said, taking a small box out of his jacket.  

Inside was a delicate gold necklace with “MOM” in cursive letters suspended between the two sides of the chain.  As simple as it was, it felt like a great honor as Joel reached to fasten it around your neck.  

“Dad, you put it on wrong,” Sarah protested, reaching for the charm nestled at the base of your throat and flipping it over  “It’s supposed to go like this.  Now you’re my Wow.”

You laughed, holding the charm between your fingers, contemplating your own special nickname. 

“I love it,” you said, pulling Sarah into a hug.  You heard the click of Emma’s camera as you embraced, but you ignored it.  “I love it so much.”  

Emma had the three of you pose for more photographs and then you took a seat on the wooden bench while she had Sarah and Joel stand together on their own.  

“For the bride,” Tommy said, trotting down the hallway with a can of soda in hand.  “With a straw.”  

“Now let’s get one of the boys,” Emma said, herding Tommy and Joel into the good lighting.

Sarah took a seat beside you as you sipped the ginger ale to try settle your stomach.

“How are your feet?” you asked, watching her point and flex her toes in her sweet little kitten heels.  “Mine are already killing me.  Try not to lock your knees–cuts off the circulation.”

Sarah shrugged, leaning against your shoulder.  You reached for her hand, looping your pinky finger around hers.  You never imagined as a child that your wedding day would come complete with a nearly grown up daughter, but now that it was here you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.          

“We’re ready for you,” a clerk announced, poking his head out the door.  

In the judge’s chamber you signed the marriage certificate and recited your vows with Tommy and Emma as witnesses.

“I’m told you’re exchanging rings,” the judge said. 

“Oh shit,” Tommy rifled through the inner pockets of his jacket while you laughed nervously.

“Jesus Christ,” Joel groaned as Tommy finally handed over the rings.

Joel went first, gripping your hand as if he still expected you to try to run as he repeated after the judge and slipped the ring on your finger.  Then it was your turn.

“Joel,” you said.  “I give you this ring as a symbol of my love, my faith in our strength together, and my covenant to learn and grow with you.”

“By the power vested in me by the great state of Texas,” the judge declared finally.  “In the presence of God and the witness of friends and family, it is my great privilege to pronounce you husband and wife–”

Without hesitation, Joel took your face in both his hands and kissed you on the mouth.  You smiled against his lips as a wave of relief flooded your body.  A tornado hadn’t destroyed the courthouse, aliens hadn’t invaded, you had done it.  You were officially married.

Tommy had a friend from the service who had opened up a Salvadoran restaurant in San Antonio who had offered you the use of the back room to host a small reception with friends.  You ate pupusas and drank sangria and danced your first dance when “Love Me Tender” came on over the classic radio station playing from the bar.  

You were surprised to learn Joel was actually a quite willing dance partner, at least after a few beers.   His strong arms and firm hold on your waist made it easy to follow his lead despite how out of practice you were.

By the end of the day you were so tired (and at least a little tipsy) that you nearly got into a car with one of Tommy’s army buddies while Joel went to pull the truck around and gave everyone a good laugh.

“I’m going to stay with Uncle Tommy tonight,” Sarah said as you loaded up the car.

“Are you sure?” you asked as Emma made sure you were safely arranged in the passenger seat of the truck.  You worried about putting Sarah out of her home as your first act as her step-mother.  

“I’ve got her, don’t worry,” Tommy said, handing you a doggy-bag from the restaurant.  “This is from Dan and Gia.  Good night, guys.  Love you both.”

“I love you, too,” you crooned out the window as he closed the car door for you.  “I always wanted a baby brother named Tommy.”

The last of the guests waved sparklers as Joel pulled out of the parking lot.  You opened the bag on your lap and squealed with excitement at the sight of a large piece of tres leches cake.

“Oh my god, this was so good,” you moaned.  “I had two pieces!  I had seis leches.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Joel chuckled as you ripped open the little plastic package of flatware.  “I’m pretty sure that’s for the anniversary.”

“You think I’m going to let this cake get freezer-burn for a year?”  

You stabbed the cake with a fork, scooping the moist, creamy cake into your mouth.  And just to be fair, you held the next bite out to Joel as you were stopped at an intersection.  

“That’s good, right?” you said, wiping a bit of cream from his chin.  “You want more?”

“I’m stuffed,” Joel waved you off, pulling the car into the driveway.  “Home sweet home.”

Joel came around to open the car door and help you out of the truck.  On the porch you both paused, having a moment of internal debate.  Joel clearly thought he should carry you over the threshold, but you didn’t want him throwing out his back on your wedding night.  

“I can lift you,” he said.  “It’s bad luck, you know, for the bride to walk over the threshold.” 

“It’s bad luck for the bride to trip,” you said.  “Just don’t let me fall.”  

You reached for Joel’s hand, lacing your fingers through his.  

“I won’t.  I promise.”    

Inside the house you indulged in loud moans and sloppy love-drunk kisses on your way to the bedroom, but once your ass made contact with the bed you remembered all at once that you had been up since five in the morning being primped and poked and coiffed to perfection.

“I’m so tired,” you moaned.

“You don’t want to?” Joel paused, his hands knotted in your panties already half-way down your thighs.

“No,” you sighed.  “I want to, just don’t be offended if I nod off half-way through, okay?”

“You’re sure,” he said, sitting up in bed.

“Yeah, just let me wash my face first." You reluctantly climbed out of the bed.  

Joel let his hands linger on your face, placing a kiss on your mouth.

“Unzip me?” you said, turning your back to him and sweeping your hair off your neck.

“Of course, Mrs. Miller.”

Joel slid your zipper down carefully, but as he moved his hands lower you ducked away from him, wagging a finger in his face.  You slipped out of your dress and went to the bathroom to scrub your face, putting on a satin night dress.  

Back in the bedroom Joel was stretched out on his stomach in bed, snoring softly, and you chuckled, slipping under the covers beside him. You snugged yourself against his solid warmth and ran one manicured nail down his nose as he slept.

“I love you, Mr. Miller.”  

#the last of us fanfiction #last of us au #joel miller x reader #joel miller x plus size reader #tlou fanfiction #joel miller #pedro pascal #troy baker adjacent #tlou smut #joel miller smut

[thehermitwitch]

Leo trembled under Donnie, jaw clenched as tears flooded his cheeks, the salty water leaving streaks amidst the dirt and grime. Donnie ripped his purple mask off his face, tying it above the elbow of Leo’s right arm. His own, feeling far too slow, despite the adrenaline gushing through his veins, anxiety making everything speed up, but his stiff limbs refused to catch up. 

It was just the two of them on a supply run. Not even far off from the city. There weren’t even supposed to be any infected. No spores floating invisibly. It was barely a 25 minute walk away. How could this go wrong, how?! 

‘It’s fine Dee, so what if I got bit, it’s fii--ne.’

Donnie’s fingers danced, wiggling due to stress. His lungs stop, start, stop, start. He can’t breathe properly. Leo’s pained rambling of insurances crowding Donnie’s ears. Staring hard at the discarded sword lying near Leo’s head. It won’t be long before the infection takes hold, changing Leo’s mood drastically with it. The limb needs to be cut off. But the katana is on its way to being blunt. It’ll take too long. There is no time for this. Thankfully the runners have been taken care of…  

Donnie’s broken gas mask burns in his lap.

Donnie stops breathing, as his ninpo turns his wooden bō into a wickedly sharp blade. The purple light makes Leo look even iller. Who just swallows and gives a small, wobbly smile. Fear swimming in his eyes.

Leo takes a shaky breath in via his nose, ‘I trust you Dee. I trust you.’

Donnie nods, his vocal cords also having shut down. He can feel a meltdown growing, but this is not the time and place for it. Focusing on removing Leo’s Mask from his face, slicked with sweat. Donnie clumps the fabric between Leo’s teeth, and delays the need to panic. It’ll be a bad one when it shows, but this is not the time and place for it. Time is of the essence. 

Donnie aims the ninpo blade, pushing a good chunk of weight onto holding Leo’s wrist down. The bite mark stares back, all angry and red. 

Donnie saws.

Leo screams.

#amputation #lau #rottmnt #last of us au #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #rise donnie #autistic donnie #autistic panic #delayed panic attack/ meltdown #recommended to not that #autistic author #writing #snippet #scene doesn't really go anywhere #literally first post #happy 2024 everyone

[mistic-sins]

So my friend @mattawesome has been secretly making a little AU based on our silly little friend group and now I can’t stop thinking about it

Closeups, concept art etc \/

Og designs by Marty smatawesome

#erm… #zombie apocalypse #last of us au #??? #self insert #basically a self insert #apocalypse #zombie #zombie au #silly series #concept art #doodle #please be nice I’m crawling out of a drought

[capypub]

Without Warning - Mafia!Joel Miller Scene 4

Mafia!Joel Miller x Original Female Character

Rating: M (sex, drugs, guns, the usual)

Minors DNI. 18+ Content

Summary: Here's your smut and drug fix you heathens (It's me, I'm the heathen) lmao...

Scene 1 Scene 2 Scene 3

The baggie had fallen out of Indi’s bag by accident, no bigger than a cotton ball. Joel had taken her backpack after picking her up from class one evening. He’d tossed it in the backseat of his truck without much thought. One of the front pockets must have been open because he heard the clatter of pens and other items hit the seat. 

“Ah, fuck,” he muttered under his breath, leaning over to gather her stuff while she connected her phone to the car’s bluetooth. 

“Everything okay, babe?” she asked, scrolling through her Spotify, after hearing him huff from behind her headrest. 

“All good, baby girl,” he said, stuffing the few pens and bobby pins back in the pocket. 

The plastic baggie reflected off the light, the familiar green buds inside peaking his curiosity. She had never mentioned that she smoked before. Tapping her on her shoulder from the back seat, Joel held the baggie in his open palm to her.

“What’s this doin’ in here?” he asked with a smirk, amused and a little surprised with her.

“Oh,” she murmured, her eyes going wide as she visibly tensed under his gaze.

“Not so innocent, huh, darlin’?” he continued to tease her, pulling out one of the larger buds and sniffing it, his face crinkling slightly at the smell, “This shit gettin’ you high?” he questioned in disbelief. 

“Well until Texas gets their shit together, it’s the best I can do,” she said defensively, reaching to grab the baggie from him.

“No, baby girl,” Joel chuckled with a shake of his head, “This is dirt weed, I can tell just by lookin’ at it. I’ve seen high schoolers deal better shit than this.”

“I’m sorry, since when were you a marijuana connoisseur?” she sassed him while attempting a second time to grab the contents from his hand. 

He smirked, always getting a little turned on when she got fiery with him. It wasn’t often in their short relationship, but the few times she did get feisty, the urge to pin her down and fuck the attitude out of her flooded his thoughts. When that day came where he could indulge in this primal desire, he knew he would thoroughly enjoy earning her submission. 

“Been smokin’ since before you were born, baby,” he scoffed, crumpling the baggie in his large hand and tossing it out of the car.

“What the hell, Joel?” she scoffed, her mouth open slightly as she stared at him, shocked and obviously a little annoyed. 

“I can’t keep lettin’ you smoke that trash, darlin’,” he insisted, finally getting out of the backseat, coming around to the other side to get behind the wheel, “I’ve got some good shit back home, we could order pizza if you get hungry and put on a movie, hm?” he suggested.

“Home?” she repeated, sounding confused. “You mean your place?” she clarified.

He nodded, starting the truck and pulling out of the campus parking lot. “That a problem?” he asked, seeing how she hadn’t answered, a little concerned by her hesitation.

“I’ve never been to your house…” she stated softly. 

When he thought about it, she was right. They always went out somewhere or to her apartment. Joel liked her place, it was comfortable, homy, very much her and he loved being surrounded by it all. Sure, he probably should have brought her over to his place a long time ago, given the amount of time they’ve spent together, but part of him didn’t want to bring her too close to his world. His men had access to his house, he kept security posted at the gate, and sometimes even handled business in the basement. 

“I don’t spend much time there either, the guys always makin’ too much damn noise,” he said, trying to be casual about the whole thing, but his voice sounded a little strained and anxious.

“The guys that work for you?” she questioned, receiving a nod from him as he turned onto the highway, “They hang out at your place a lot?” 

“Uh,” he hesitated, biting in the inside of his cheek, “Yeah, they’re in and out, the only reason I got somethin’ a lil’ bigger is for when the jobs are long and they need somewhere to crash,” he explained with a shrug.

“I thought you built storage units or something?”

He cleared his throat awkwardly, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “Among other things, yeah…” 

“I think that’s great,” she said, reaching across to squeeze his thigh affectionately, “Not many bosses care about their employees enough to open their own doors to them.”

Again, he cleared his throat, feeling his whole body warming up as he dug himself deeper into a hole he’d eventually have to fill. He didn’t like lying to her, but he also wasn’t ready to tell her the extent of his business, hoping to keep her in this little bubble of happiness with him for a little longer. 

Taking her hand, he brought it up to lips, kissing her knuckles softly as he inhaled her familiar scent. She didn’t ask him anymore about the house, thankfully. They drive in a comfortable silence, the lull of her music providing a relaxing background noise. Eventually, Joel pulled up to the familiar iron gates, rolling down his window. 

“Evenin’, boss man,” one of the men at the gate greeted them as he approached the driver's side window. 

“John,” Joel greeted with a stiff nod, thankful that John kept his weapon tucked in his belt, hidden by his jacket, “Anyone inside right now?” he asked, praying to whatever higher being out there that his house was empty tonight. 

“Yeah, Tess and Xavier showed up a couple hours ago, been working in the office,” he shrugged.

Joel internally swore. “Alright, take it easy, man,” he said, his jaw clenched as the gates opened and he proceeded up the long driveway to his home.

“You have security?” Indi questioned, looking simultaneously impressed and surprised. 

He gave a simple “mhm” in response, still trying to figure out how to avoid Tess if necessary. She wouldn’t say anything, but who knows what kind of crap her and X left laying around. 

“This is your house?” she gasped, staring in awe as the white three story, 7,898 square foot building came into view, “Joel, we’ve been watching movies on my shitty fifty inch when you have all this!”

He chuckled at that. “Projector in the theater room’s broken, plus I like being at your place more,” he explained.

She didn’t need to know that the projector had to be replaced because one of his guys put a bullet in the screen after the last UFC fight. 

“It’s so…quiet,” she observed once he’d parked at the front door, not bothering to park his truck in the garage, “I love all the nature,” she added as he helped her out, going to grab her backpack as she approached the front door, still looking at the thicket of trees surrounding the house. 

He’d just shut the back door of his truck when he heard the front door open. Indi stepped back as a woman stepped out, a gun in one hand and a manilla folder in the other.

“Who the hell are you?” she demanded, a hard stare focussed on Indi.

“Easy, Tess, she’s with me,” Joel said, taking the stairs two at a time to stand between Tess and his girl.

Ignoring him, the redhead continued to openly scrutinize Indi with her cold glare and lips set in a thin line. Joel took a step forward, sending Tess a warning look as he cleared his throat. He felt Indi grip the sleeve of his jacket from behind him, triggering that primal urge to protect. 

“Whatever,” Tess finally muttered with a roll of her eyes, “I’m heading to Laredo to clean up Eric’s mess,” she added, moving around them to the all black Sedan that pulled up beside Joel’s truck during the confrontation. 

“Keep me updated,” Joel called after her with a shake of his head. 

Once they were gone, Joel pressed his palm in the curve of Indi’s back, gently guiding her inside. She didn’t say anything about Tess, too distracted by the glamor of the foyer flanked by two curving staircases and the giant crystal chandelier above them.

“You must be a really good contractor,” she commented, making him laugh as they made their way to the kitchen.

“Suppose so,” he said with a chuckle, guiding her to sit at the kitchen island, setting her backpack on the counter next to her, “Want something to drink? Hungry?” he asked, going to the fridge and pulling out two beers.

She accepted his offer, taking the opened bottle in one hand and Joel’s in the other as he led her through the house to the second floor where his office was located. She marveled at the luxury of everything, her head on a constant swivel as she tried to take it all in. Joel intentionally walked a little slower through the halls, indulging her in her curiosity by pointing out certain rooms. 

“So…does Tess work for you?” she asked, settling into the leather couch in his office as he rummaged around his desk for his stash.

“Uh, yeah, she’s, um…oversees supplies and stuff,” he said, pulling out a wooden box and setting it on the large desk.

“Is she always…like that?”

He tried to hold back his laugh, but failed miserably. “Yeah, she’s usually like that, not great at parties, but keeps these boys in line.”

Joel gathered what he needed, setting the box back in its original place before leading her outside to the second-story covered patio at the back of the house. The lights around the pool and jacuzzi were on below them, the trickling of the faux waterfall lining the jacuzzi provided a comfortable background noise.

“This is beautiful, Joel,” she murmured as they sat on a swinging bench, facing the backyard which consisted of an epic view of the greenbelt and the lake nearby, a few houses breaking the treeline around his property. 

“Yeah, probably one of my favorite parts of the house, this view,” he agreed, pulling out a five inch glass pipe and a grinder. 

She watched as he loaded the pipe, the smell of this strain much stronger than her own as he packed the bowl with precision. Pulling a lighter from his jean pocket, he offered both items to her. With a shy smile, she accepted it, setting her beer down and bringing the pipe to her lips. Joel was drawn to how her lips curved around the glass, shifting in his seat as he thought about what her lips would look like wrapped around his cock. 

“Fucking hell,” Indi said, coughing harshly after her first hit, reaching for her beer to ease the burn. 

She handed the pipe and lighter back, downing half her bottle as she tried to control her coughing fit. Joel couldn’t help but smirk, smoothly taking a hit himself, blowing the smoke away from her. 

Once she had regained her composure, she settled comfortably beside him, curling up under his arm, leaning into the side of his body as they passed the pipe back and forth. She started to giggle halfway through their second round, her hands starting to wander as Joel emptied the ashes from the bowl. 

“Whatcha doin’ there, baby girl?” he asked with a smirk, leaving the pipe next to his beer as he watched her fingers inch higher up his leg. 

“Just want to feel you,” she murmured, nuzzling her face into his neck, “that is some really, really, good shit Joel,” she added, her eyelids drooped slightly as she looked up at him.

“Feelin’ good, darlin’?” he asked, his own body much more relaxed and itching to touch her.

“Very good,” she agreed, closing her eyes slowly as he laced his fingers into her hair, gripping the back of her neck and pulling her closer for a slow kiss.

While Joel usually set the pace, she must have been feeling brave because she easily climbed into his lap, unprompted, her legs settling on either side of his hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeper, hungrier. 

“Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned as she began to grind into his lap, slow movements that had him hard almost instantly. 

“Have I ever told you that smoking makes me really horny sometimes?” she asked, her voice a little husky, a little breathless as she nipped his earlobe. 

“No, b-but- fuck- I’ll keep that in mind,” he said as she kissed on his neck, her hands moving up and down along his chest.

All Joel could do was hold onto her, let her work herself up on him as he enjoyed her little show. He held her hips tightly, his fingers slipping under the hem of her top to graze the skin of her sides, reveling in how soft and small she felt against him. 

She brought her mouth to his again, his head tilted back as he took in the red tint of her half-lidded eyes, the lazy smile and mussed hair from his earlier grip on her radiating temptation. She was a goddess, absolutely ethereal on top of him. When she began to suck and nip on his lower lip, he almost lost it, groaning heavily and pulling her tighter against him. 

He lifted her up with ease, never breaking away from her sweet kiss. She gripped his shoulders, giggling against his mouth as he laid her out on the swinging bench, keeping it still with one foot placed on the ground, using his other leg to kneel and balance between her knees. 

Caging her in with his body, he leaned over her, feeling her chest against his own, one of her legs raising to hook on his hip, her heat pressed dangerously close to his growing erection. She was making these pretty noises as he tasted her skin, nipped at her ear, and squeezed her sides. 

“Joel,” she whined, “please.” 

“I got you, baby girl,” he muttered into the crook of her neck, “I’ll take care of you,” he groaned, feeling her nails dig into his forearm. 

He was able to inch her top a little further up, exposing her torso to him. Repositioning himself lower on her body, he kissed at the exposed skin, pushing the material further up as he traced patterns with his tongue up her stomach and between her breasts. 

“Can I take this off, darlin’?” he murmured against her ribcage, looking up through his lashes to see her watching him as she bit her lower lip, suppressing as much noise as she could when she nodded in agreement.

“Need to hear it, baby girl, use your words,” he insisted, running his rough hands down her sides, gripping her hips and pulling her tighter against his covered cock. 

“Yes,” she sighed, sounding absolutely wrecked already, “Yes, Joel, please,” she begged, blindly grabbing at his shirt to try and pull him to her. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praised her softly, feeling her thighs clench at the term, filing away that little reaction in his brain for later. 

She sat up slightly, just enough for him to lift her top over her head and drop it on the ground. He was instantly mouthing at her covered breasts, pushing one shoulder strap down to taste her skin, his other hand squeezing and kneading the other cup. 

“D-do you want to show me, hmph, your bedroom?” she asked, breathless and needy under him.

“Anything you want, sugar,” he agreed, easily lifting her up into his arms and carrying her back into the house. 

They slowly made their way through the hallways, Joel pressing her into every flat surface he could find to rut against her, kiss her senseless and feel any part of her body he could as he navigated the dimly lit hallways.

Once inside his room, he deposited her on the bed, immediately pulling his jacket and shirt off, throwing it on the ground with enough force for a low “thump” to echo in the room. Indi looked up at him, propped up on her elbows, biting her lip.

“Fuck, baby, you look so good right now,” he groaned, quickly working at his belt buckle and zipper, taking his gun from the back of his pants and setting it on the bedside table.

“Let me,” she insisted, getting on her knees and reaching over to him, her smaller hands slowly pulling his zipper down, her fingers grazing his cock in the process, earning another deep groan from him. She tried to use her mouth on him, but he had other plans. 

He had her pinned down the bed in seconds, slipping her jeans off, before rutting against her panties with his pants halfway down his legs, too worked up to bother getting them off all the way right now. She made such pretty noises for him, her hands wandering his exposed chest and arms as he removed the last of her clothes. 

“You’re fuckin’ soaked for me already,” he growled, his fingers rubbing tight circles on her clit.

“Yes, fuck, ‘s so good,” she moaned, her hand gripping his wrist tightly as she tried to move her hips. 

“Yeah, just like that, darlin’, so fuckin’ pretty,” he groaned, slipping a finger into her while rubbing at her sex faster, his mouth attaching to her nipple, leaving her a moaning mess. 

Joel added another finger, kissing her hungrily as she moaned into his mouth at the stretch. His other hand was holding her leg down by her thigh, keeping her spread for him to play with. 

“Oh! Just like that, fuck, so good, baby,” she whined, head thrown back as she rutted up into his hand wildly. 

He couldn’t help the groan that rumbled in his chest. His cock twitched at the term, something about the sweetness of it mixed with the filthy things he was doing with her body was a delicious concoction that had him drunk on her. 

“Gonna come for me, baby girl? Can feel you squeezin’ m’ fingers,” he growled against her neck, biting down on the curve connecting her neck and shoulder, sucking a mark over the indent his teeth left. 

She cried out his name when she came, her body convulsing beautifully under him. Working her through it, he slowed his movements until she went quiet and then brought his fingers to his lips, holding her titillating gaze as he sucked the essence from his fingers slowly. She bit her lip, reaching out to him. Taking her hand, he brought it to his shoulder, fully kneeling on the bed now and tossing her a little higher up until her head hit the pillows.

He climbed over her, pushing her thighs further apart, feeling her preen as he kissed up her body from her core, over her breasts and along her neck. The look in her eyes was absolutely salacious as she pushed herself up to meet his mouth, licking any remnants of herself from his lips lewdly. Joel moaned against her mouth, feeling her much smaller hand stroke his throbbing cock. 

“You’re so big,” she panted against his mouth, still recovering from her first orgasm.

“Just relax, baby girl,” he said soothingly, easing her to lay back down. 

With one hand over the edge of the pillow beside her head to hold himself up, Joel guided the head of his cock through her folds, grunting when it caught at her entrance. He teased her for a moment, rubbing at her clit and through her folds until she was wiggling her hips shamelessly in an attempt to get him inside. 

“Stay still, sweetheart, I got you,” he groaned, finally giving in to what they both wanted.

He eased himself in slowly, resisting the urge to spear her and fuck her savagley, to ride on the primal high that their relationship had been building low in his stomach. Perhaps another night. 

“More…please,” she whined, gripping his shoulder as she tried to pull him closer, her voice quivering as she was overwhelmed by everything that was Joel.

“Look at you, baby girl, usin’ your manners,” he teased through his lusty haze, smirking down as he inched a little deeper, “That’s a good girl…” he groaned once he was fully inside, dropping onto his forearms to rut into her, feeling her whole body pressed under him, her nipples taught against his chest, “...my good girl,” he added, almost like he was talking to himself as he closed his eyes and lost himself in everything that was her.

He fisted the sheets, his pace building as his pleasure rose. Fuck, those sounds she made would be the death of him. She was squeezing him so tight too, he didn’t know how long he’d actually last. Plus the effects of their earlier smoke session made everything feel heightened. Her nails dug into his back as he thrusted harder, the slight sting mixed with how good she felt clenching on his dick was an addicted combination he’d come to learn. 

“Fuckin’ hell, baby, feel so good, so damn perfect,” he grunted against her neck, knowing he was absolutely done for when it came to this girl. 

“I’m so close, Joel, yeah, yeah, like that,” she panted, bringing his mouth to hers for a wet, messy kiss, her eyes squeezed shut blissfully. 

Something cold against his knuckle briefly distracted him. With his mouth still against hers, his eyes drifted to the side of her, noticing the butt of a gun poking out from under his pillow. Shit. He jerked back slightly, making a move to grab the pistol. She noticed his sudden change, opening her eyes slightly to look up at him, trying to follow his gaze directed to the side of her. He panicked momentarily. 

“Look at me, baby girl,” Joel said quickly, pushing himself up on his knees so he could use his free hand to collar her throat and keep her head forward, “Look at me while I fuck you,” he added, noticing how she clenched around his cock at his words. 

When that small wicked smile graced her lips as he squeezed the sides of her throat, he almost lost it. Tucking the gun back under the pillow as subtly as possible, he used his hold on her throat to lift her up and turn their bodies diagonal to the bed, gripping the edge for leverage as he continued to thrust into her. 

She came hard on his cock, her walls pulsing around him, as she moaned his name, spurring on his own release which he shot all across her chest and stomach with a deep whine. They were both breathing heavily, their bodies coated in sweat and each other’s release. Joel could feel her juices along his thighs, a sense of pride and satisfaction sprouting in his chest as he caught his breath.

Indi smiled softly, her mind completely blank as she floated in this post-sex haze, her body tingling, exhausted and thoroughly satisfied. Joel laid next to her on his side, pulling her against his sticky body, propping her head up with his forearm. She sighed happily as he brushed some hair from her face, leaning down to kiss her softly. 

“Did so good for me, baby girl,” he murmured against her lips, stroking her cheek with equal softness. 

After they had recovered, Joel invited her to shower with him. He took her hand, leading her into the en suite bathroom, just as luxurious as the rest of his house with a steam shower, full-size tub, dual vanity and private commode room. 

Joel started the shower, testing the water before guiding her in. When he didn’t immediately follow after her, she turned around, reaching for him. She was feeling especially needy after he’d just fucked her stupid, her mind still floating in a slight orgasmic haze as the high from the cannabis slowly began to fade. 

“Just gettin’ you somethin’ to wear, baby girl, I’ll be right back,” he said, pulling her towards him for a short kiss before leaving her alone under the hot stream. 

She didn’t think much of it when Joel stepped back into the bedroom. He came back almost immediately, crossing the room to reveal a walk-in closet. Setting some clothes out for both of them, he returned to his girl, biting back an appreciative growl as he watched droplets of water stream down her naked body. 

“Get my back?” she asked sweetly over her shoulder, offering him his body wash and one of the washcloths she’d taken from the shelf next to the shower.

He took his time washing her, feeling every dip and curve of her body as she stood still and allowed him to explore. By the time he was done, he was already hard again. She smirked, noticing his stiff cock when she turned around. He didn’t intend on pushing her for more, figuring she must be tired after everything. 

He didn’t resist though when she pushed him back against the wall, out of the stream, and got on her knees. He definitely didn’t resist when she took him in her mouth, working his length with her hand as she sucked him off. Of course he didn’t last long, the combination of how fucking gorgeous she looked, naked, wet, and mouth full of his cock mixed with how good her little mouth was working him had him coming embarrassingly fast. She didn’t seem to mind though, looking almost pleased as she pulled him back under the stream to wash his body. 

They both passed out in bed after sharing another bowl on Joel’s balcony. She was beautiful under the low light, hair wet, wearing one of his shirts and her panties. He couldn’t remember the last time he fell asleep so easily, with her tucked into his side, her head on his chest and arm secured tightly across his stomach. 

Of course, the peaceful sleep couldn’t last long. He jerked awake to the sound of his phone vibrating on the table next to him. He reached over, making sure not to jostle his girl who was still curled up on his chest. Glaring blearily at the bright screen, he saw that it was just past three in the morning. 

“This better be fuckin’ good,” he grumbled into the receiver to whichever one of his guys decided to wake him up. 

“Uh, Joel, we got a problem, man,” Ethan, one of his runners, said frantically.

He could tell he was driving by the sound of tires over gravel in the background. There were other voices too, just as frantic, mixed with a few grunts and groans of pain. 

“What problem?” Joel demanded, his voice hard as he prepared for bad news.

“Uh, we got jumped after checking one of the safe houses,” Ethan said, a car horn screeching past somewhere in the background. 

“Where the fuck are you?” Joel asked, speaking louder than he intended, glancing down at Indi to make sure she didn’t wake up.

“Pullin’ up right now to your place, ah shit, get him inside!” Ethan said, talking to whoever else was with him.

“Ethan!” Joel snapped, flinching again at the volume of his voice, “Ethan, you better tell me what the fuck is going on,” he threatened softly, even his whisper sounding dangerous over the line. 

“G-get ‘im on the pool table, fuck, I don’t know man!” Ethan said, his voice sounding distant like he had the phone at his side. 

Joel could hear the commotion downstairs, boots moving across the floor, chairs scraping, doors slamming. He hung up, throwing his phone on the ground in frustration before easing out of Indi’s grasp. He really didn’t want to leave her, especially to clean up some stupid mess, but he also couldn’t have those idiots downstairs making all this noise and potentially waking her up to who knows what. 

With a frustrated huff, he pulled his sweatpants and a t-shirt, making his way downstairs with his 9mm loaded and ready. She hadn’t woken up yet, simply turning over in her sleep to the other side.

“Joel!” Ethan called, rushing up to him, blocking him from entering the game room.

“What the fuck, man? Who’s blood is all over my goddamn floor?” Joel snapped, looking across the marble floor and the streaks of red. 

“Joel, relax, man, uh…we- we-,” Ethan stammered, only frustrating him more.

He pushed past the smaller man, going over to the group surrounding his pool table, noticing how the splatters of blood became larger. The men glanced at him nervously, at least the ones who weren’t frantically moving over whoever was on the blue felt. 

“Hey, big brother, sorry ‘bout the mess,” Tommy said, looking pale and shaky as he tried to smile at Joel from where he was laid out. 

“T-Tommy…?”

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