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zededge · 2 months ago
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The Suckernaughtiacs
I drew these In lieu of Sony's presence at E3 2019. And in honor of the numerous fulfilling lives we've gotten to live through Sucker Punch, Naughty Dog and Insomniac's creations. Thank you all so much.
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cstchingfires · 2 months ago
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anti-hero/villain dads that would explode the world for their rebel daughters
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heatherbelart · 21 days ago
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"We're all just one moment away from our most vulnerable selves..." - Pedro Pascal.
Of course Pedro would end up being my first painting of 2022 💕
Painted on Procreate in digital oil paints.
Prints available in my Etsy store, link in bio 💜
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mast3r-rainb0w · 4 months ago
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Kirby Meets Joel and Ellie (Kirby x TLOU) by Mast3r-Rainb0w
I’ve seen a lot of comparisons of the new 3D Kirby title Kirby and the Forgotten Land’s post apocalyptic setting to “The Last of Us”, so I wanted to bring that idea to life through my art!
Could Kirby prove to be an ally to Joel and Ellie, or will they mistake him for just another zombie? It's all part of the fun of using your imagination! Enjoy the fanart!
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clarencerambles · 2 months ago
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joel miller is one of the most morally complex characters i've seen written into recent media of any kind. his moral compass seems to lean towards selflessness when he thinks he has someone to live for but he leans into destructive decision making when he feels he has nothing to lose.
he is left to decide on his own whether to give the world a chance at a cure or to save this girl who is basically his daughter from being killed. in joel's mind, sometimes the macrocosm of the "bigger picture" blurs with the microcosm of his own world. by the end of tlou, ellie has become his world and he would rather live a life of danger with her than to lose her at the chance that there might be a cure.
he is such an interesting philosophical complex that feels so selfless yet anti-utilitarian at the same time. what A MAN.
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oredcchi · a year ago
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“Parenting is easy, they said.”
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lk-pone · 3 months ago
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Did you see this on instagram? This is truly the absolute BEST JOEL AND ELLIE COSPLAY OMG
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videogameiconss · 3 months ago
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The Last Of Us - Ellie icons 1/2
"Man… I shot the hell out of that guy, huh?"
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ramen-flavored · 11 days ago
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Tell me the difference. I’ll wait.
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joelmillersgirlfriend · 3 months ago
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Summary: After having yet another rough day due to your depression, you found yourself in Seth's bar once again. This time though, Joel Miller tries to cheer you up. After talking for a while, he invites you to come over to his place in hopes of both of you feeling better.
Warnings: Shameless smut, mentions of depression
Word Count: 5700ish
Notes: Hello everyone, I know that it has been quite some time since I last posted an actual story but college is hard. I got some particularly bad news today that really ruined my mood so what better way to cope than writing a story about Joel Miller cheering me up?
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“Rough day?” questioned a voice from beside you, the vocalization deep and gravely. Your wet eyes moved up from the wooden bar beneath your hands, and didn’t stop moving until you made eye contact with the man who had decided to sit next to you. You recognized him, Joel Miller. You had seen him before too, even shared a few words around town about meaningless shit, but this was the first time you had actually had somewhat of a conversation.
Nodding with an ironic laugh, you wiped at the tears staining your face, slightly embarrassed that he had caught you crying in the first place. It was a Tuesday night, and it wasn’t particularly busy in Seth’s bar, so you didn’t anticipate on bumping into anyone that you knew. All you knew though, was that you needed a drink, something stronger than the shit you had at home, in order to distract your thoughts.
“Yeah, I get that. I guess that’s why I’m here too,” Joel said quietly, his eyes shifting away from yours, instead, looking down at his hands. It felt wrong to admit, but it almost made you feel better to know that you weren’t the only miserable person within Jackson. Obviously life was hard within the post-apocalyptic world that you lived in, but some days were exceptionally difficult for you, to the point where you couldn’t even bring yourself to climb out of bed. While you wished that you could get a fucking shrink and complain about all of your problems, life just wasn’t that simple anymore. You had to cope in easier, unhealthy ways, such as drinking.
“At least we can be miserable together,” you tried to joke, tears still shining in your eyes as Joel looked back up at you, a small relieved laugh slipping past his lips. You both sat silently, sipping from the drinks in your hands occasionally as you tried to subdue your thoughts. While you usually felt numb, your head almost foggy to an extent, sitting in Joel’s presence made you feel a bit more content.
“This might be a little out of the blue but,” Joel began suddenly, your eyes once again snapping over to him. Your heart began to pound a bit, almost as if you knew the exact proposition that he was about to make.
“Would you want to go back to my place? Sittin’ around in a bar won’t help either of us,” Joel joked, a small smile drawn on his dark face. Typically, you would’ve said no. This was way out of character for you, and quite frankly, it was out of character for Joel too. While you guys didn’t talk often, you knew a lot about him since he was such a big part of Jackson. You knew that he didn’t go to bars and try to pick up women, mostly because you were usually the one at the bars. Honestly, this was the first time that you had even seen him there after dark.
But..
You needed this. You needed a chance to forget your problems, to finally just enjoy yourself. Regardless, it wasn’t like he was asking to fuck you. He was just inviting you over, as simple as that. What was the worst that could happen?
“Yeah. Okay, yeah, I would love to,” you replied, almost a bit too eagerly. You didn’t want to come off desperate, because you weren’t. It just had been such a long time since you had something this random and exciting happen to you. Undeniably you had many men come on to you, even quite a few were still trying to pursue you, but you never felt any attraction. You never felt like you could relate to them, that you were in a completely different universe than them. With Joel, that was different. For the first time in quite some time, you felt relatable.
Joel didn’t speak in return, only smiled in content as he got up from his seat, sitting down his half drunk beer bottle on the counter as you followed in return. Pulling on your jacket that was hanging on the back of your seat, you turned to him, waiting to follow him out of the bar.
The air was thick and cold as you both stepped out of the bar, your breath fanning out in front of your face as you smiled at Joel, following him back to his place. The walk was comforting, quiet and relaxed, but your thoughts were everything but. Your mind was racing as you thought about what might happen when you got back to his place. Would he try to come onto you, as many other guys did before? Or would perhaps nothing come out of it. What if he was looking at you as more of a friend, someone to talk to about his problems and you were completely misreading the conversation?
Regardless, you were overthinking the situation entirely.
Breathing deeply in order to calm your chaotic thoughts, you looked up at Joel, taking in his appearance. It was dark enough to where you could see his features, but where he wouldn’t notice that you were looking at him. His nose was red from the sharp cold, his hair blowing gently from the wind as he sniffed in order to keep his nose from running. His large stature next to yours made you feel oddly reassured as the two of you continued to walk to his house.
“This is me,” Joel said, walking a little bit in front of you to walk up to his front porch steps. You had walked past his house probably every day since yours was just a bit further up the street, but you had never really noticed that he lived there. It was probably due to the fact that you didn’t notice much anyways, instead, you just tried to get through everyday in one piece. A part of you felt a bit oblivious at times, because you really should have noticed not only that Joel lived right near you, but Joel in general. Walking behind him, you couldn’t really help yourself from eyeing him. He really was a handsome guy, a good guy too from what you heard about him around town. You wondered what brought him to sit next to you tonight, and what brought him to the bar in general.
The both of you walked up onto his porch, the wood creaking beneath your shoes, the porch light being the only source of light to help Joel find the correct key in his chain. Unlocking the door, he opened it and stepped back, letting you walk in first. If you were nervous ten minutes ago, you were practically on edge after actually stepping into his house. It was dark as you stood there, waiting for Joel to shut the front door and turn on the lights, the smell of wood strong throughout the cold house.
“Let me get the heater turned on. You can hang your coat up right here,” Joel said as he flicked on the light next to you, his arms brushing past your shoulder as he moved away from you, the feeling making a chill run through your already freezing body. You removed your coat and hung it on the nearby coat rack, praying that the house would be warm soon, then stood silently in the foyer as he walked to the back of the house, most likely going to warm up the chilly home.
“You can go sit down if you’d like, I’m going to make us some coffee,” Joel shouted from the back of the house, the sound of the heater coming on loud throughout the house. Coffee sounded nice after walking through the cold, and you really did appreciate his generosity.
Walking out of the long entrance to the house, you stepped into the living room after turning the light on, the room neat and tidy. For a man, Joel really did seem to take pride in his home being well-kept. You would take that as a good sign.
You wiped at your slightly runny nose with the back of your hand as you sat down on the old couch he had in the middle of the living room, gazing around the space as you waited for Joel to come back. A clutter of noises could be heard from the kitchen, along with running water, so you knew that it wouldn’t take much longer for him to come back. While you waited, you looked down at the coffee table that was placed near the couch, glancing at the book sitting at the top. The Catcher in the Rye, hm, what an interesting choice. You couldn't really imagine Joel reading a story like that for whatever reason, even though you didn’t know Joel very well.
Grabbing the book, you sifted through the practically ancient pages, the sound of the paper beneath your fingers relaxing as the smell of coffee began to come from the kitchen. Getting lost in the reading, you didn’t hear his footsteps behind you as he walked into the living room with two mugs, the soft sound of glass against wood bringing you out of the reading as he placed the cups on the coffee table. He sat next to you and looked over at the book in your hands before smiling gently.
“That’s Ellie’s. She was tryin’ to get me to read more often,” Joel said fondly, his face full of a lot of expression before falling slightly at his words. Ah yes, Ellie, his daughter. You didn’t really see her very often, but you also heard a lot of fond things about her from the town of Jackson. You assumed from Joel’s reaction to his words that maybe she was the reason he went out to drink tonight.
“Everything alright with her?” you questioned, almost instantly regretting it with the way he nervously glanced away. It felt invasive to see Joel this way, anxious and uncomfortable as he tried to find a way to respond to your words.
“You don’t have to tell me you know? No pressure,” you reassured, to which he looked at you with his dark eyes and nodded with a gruff sound of yes. Trying to move past the awkwardness, you reached past him and grabbed your mug before taking a sip, the warm liquid shaking off the coldness that you had previously felt. Joel mimicked your actions, drinking his coffee with you as you both sat in silence. Maybe you did read too far into his invitation, and that he just wanted to enjoy the comfort of another human being since he and Ellie weren’t getting along very well.
“I lied to her about some messed up shit. She found out and hasn’t spoken to me since,” Joel said suddenly in between sips of his coffee, his words catching you off guard. You honestly didn’t expect him to open up to you so quickly, and you don’t know why exactly he did. The two of you were practically complete strangers, but a part of you had to admit that you liked that he felt that he could trust you.
“I’m sure you did it to protect her. Sometimes all you need is time in order to grow past lies. She’ll eventually come around, I’m sure,” you reassured, his dark eyes looking down at yours again. They held so much emotion behind them, and you only wished you could know what he was thinking. Joel was certainly an interesting character, a quiet and timid guy.
“I hope so,” he said simply, leaving it at that. Regardless, he seemed a little bit more at ease from just talking that little bit about Ellie. You were glad that you could help him, even if it wasn’t much. You didn’t want to pressure him into talking even more seeing how uncomfortable he seemed when you did previously, so you decided to try to change the topic.
“This coffee is really good. Thank you for sharing it with me,” you said genuinely, drawing a grin out of Joel. He nodded gently as he finished drinking his, sitting it back on the coffee table before turning to you. The action caused your heart to pound in your chest, not expecting for the man to give you his full attention. You copied his actions, holding the warm mug in your now warm hands before turning to look at him fully.
“So why did you invite me over here?” you questioned, wanting to get straight to the point, your words taking him by surprise. He looked thoughtful for a second, before answering simply.
“Why did you accept the invitation?” he questioned back, his teasing response causing your face to heat up in nervousness. It was a given that you weren’t going to tell him why you took the invitation, so you quickly came up with an excuse that would seem valid.
“It seemed like both of us needed someone to talk to I guess,” you replied anxiously, curious as to what he was trying to get you to admit. That you found him insanely attractive and admired how attentive he was? Yeah, you didn’t think so. Regardless, it was probably obvious due to how you cut your eyes away from his prodding gaze. It had been quite a long time since you had felt anxious around a man, the feeling almost euphoric in a weird way.
“I've tried to talk to you before tonight you know. You just always seemed preoccupied,” Joel admitted, his words shocking you. You hated that you never really picked up on it before, but preoccupied was the perfect word to describe how you felt usually. Sometimes you were completely lost in thought, whether it was due to your depression or whatever else was going on.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come off like I was ignoring you or something. I just seem to always have a lot on my mind,” you muttered back, hating that you might have been perceived in a negative manner by the man.
“No, it wasn’t anything like that. Do you want to talk about it? The reason why I saw you cryin’ today?” Joel questioned sympathetically, his face drawn into a tight frown as he waited to see how you were going to respond. Should you talk to him about how bad your depression gets? How some days all you want to do is sit silently in your house, or how sometimes you don’t feel real? Part of you felt guilty, because Joel was upset over actual valid reasons, while the only reason you were crying at the bar was because you woke up a bit sadder than usual.
“There isn’t really much to say. Some day's are just harder than others I guess.” Instead of replying, Joel nodded in agreement, the room silent once again, but not in a way where it was uncomfortable.
“What made you want to talk to me tonight?” you asked suddenly, surprising not only Joel, but yourself too. Joel looked thoughtful once again, pondering his thoughts before he sighed and looked across your face.
“Cause I think that you're cute. And it was my first chance to actually say somethin’ meaningful to you,” his eyes hopeful as he spoke, his words making your hands twitch in uneasiness. You opened your mouth to speak, not really sure what you wanted to say before you shut your lips in confusion. He thinks you are cute? God, you were so clueless sometimes, this entire time you had been so infatuated in your sadness that you didn’t even realize Joel had been trying to get to know you.
Joel noticed your hesitation, his face falling at your delay. It took a lot of him to admit his feelings to you, you could tell, so you knew that your reaction was certainly not what he was looking for. “Jesus, I’m sorry. I haven’t done anythin’ like this in quite some time. You could say that I’m a little bit rusty-”
Before the man could even finish, you quickly placed the glass mug on the coffee table before moving across the couch on your knees and grabbing Joel’s rough face with your warm hands, pulling him into you and kissing him. For the first time in weeks, months even, you felt alive as the man's lips sent tremors throughout your body. Your heart was pounding as he wrapped his strong arms around your hips, pulling you into him and kissing you deeply in return, low strangled whines slipping through your mouth.
You were pressed so closely to his chest that you could feel his heartbeat, and God knows that yours was pounding just as fast as you pulled back and looked down at the man below you, Joel’s eyes heavy and eager as he looked up at you. His fingertips trailed across your hips lightly, causing your body to shake over his. Instead of thinking too much about the situation at hand, you leaned back down to kiss his red lips once again, your hands now gripping his shirt tightly in anticipation. The kiss was rough, almost as if your lives both depended on it, a low groan audible from his end. This wasn’t how you expected your night to go, but you did know that nothing had ever felt so right in your life.
Getting a bit too ahead of yourself, you climbed up off of your knees, instead straddling over him as you continued to kiss him passionately, your hands moving from his shirt to his face. He felt warm, safe, and it was as if all of your worries melted away as long as you were in his arms. Unintentionally, you moved your hips slightly into his, subconsciously dry humping the man as you kept kissing him, not thinking about the consequences of your actions. You finally didn’t feel numb, you finally felt something with Joel, and you didn’t want to let this moment slip away from you.
“Hold on now,” Joel suddenly mumbled gently, pushing you back lightly before looking up at you. You were both breathing heavily, and you could feel the growing hardness underneath you as you waited to see what Joel had to say.
“Maybe we should slow down,” Joel suggested, slipping his hand away from your hips and bringing it up to your face, slipping a strand of hair behind your ear. He wanted to stop? You couldn’t help the frustration that flooded your face, mostly because it felt good to feel wanted in a way. Until you weren’t.
“It’s not like I don’t want to do this, it’s just that I don’t want to rush into anythin’,” Joel reassured you after noticing your disappointment. While his words made you feel better, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from the man.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” you questioned lowly, unable to keep your horny mind in check as his eyelids lowered again at your question, his dick becoming even harder underneath your hips. It was sickeningly erotic to feel his erection grow with just your words, and by this point, you were almost too far gone.
“What exactly are you suggestin’?” asked Joel, both of your eyes locked onto the others. He knew exactly what you were suggesting, so there was no point in entertaining the silly question. Instead, you grabbed his hand that was resting lazily on your hip, dragging it up your stomach until it reached your chest. You didn’t stop looking at him as you placed his large palm on one of your breasts, the feeling sending shockwaves throughout your body.
Joel breathed in deeply, closing his eyes quickly as you pulled your hand away from his, letting his own palm squeeze and grope your breast through your shirt. While he continued to do that, you felt yourself moving on his dick once again, the contact making you tip your head back, mouth wide open as you groaned loudly from the feeling. It had been so long since you had sex, even from the last time you had played with yourself. The contact that you had been craving for, well, finally receiving it from such an attractive man was more than you could ever imagine.
You continued to breathe heavily as you ground your hips into Joel’s, the contact of denim on denim addicting as his dick continued to grow against your aching clit. Impatient, you reached down, pulling your shirt off, glancing down to see Joel’s strained face, jaw slack as he watched you undress your top half. Undoing your bra quickly, Joel’s expression as he took in your appearance caused a wave of wetness to rush into your already wet underwear, his jaw clenched tight at the sight of you before him.
“Goddamn,” Joel groaned under his breath as you moved down, kissing down his neck and jaw, giving wet, sticky kisses as you continued to grind into him. The friction wasn’t enough though, and it took everything in you to not drop your pants and ride him on the couch.
“God I need more,” you hissed through clenched teeth, pulling back away from his neck and looking down at him, practically asking if it was okay for you to move even further. Joel nodded tightly, seemingly on the same page as you, and you didn’t waste any time. Sitting up and sliding back away from the breathless man, you urgently unbuttoned your jeans as you both kept watching each other, his eyes scanning your entire body as you undressed yourself.
Moving back over to him, you helped him unbutton his own pants, slipping your hand into his boxers to help pull his dick out, the feeling of your hand around his cock causing him to give out a breathless gasp. The sound was basically music to your impatient little ears, a smirk crossing your lips as you watched the man squeeze his eyes shut, his chest heaving as you played with his dick in your hands. You yanked playfully as you gave him a handjob, an array of cuss words slipping past his lips while you kept squeezing and playing with him.
“Look at me,” you said suddenly, his eyes opening quickly as you smiled down at him, unable to contain yourself. You hadn’t felt like this in so long, energetic, horny, impatient. Joel was bringing out emotions that you thought didn’t exist anymore. You had to thank him somehow, now didn't you?
Moving down closer to his dick, Joel knew exactly what you were about to do, opening his mouth to object, but you didn’t give him a chance to. All at once you swallowed up his cock into your warm mouth, the feeling of the warm object making you roll your eyes into your head. A few whimpers slipped out as you began to bob your head back and forth, the sound of Joel quickly gripping the couch next to him loud. Your eyes flicked up to the arm clenching the fabric, his veins popping out and strained as you moved your sights to Joel’s face.
His eyes were practically closed as he struggled to keep them open, the sight of you sucking him off being too much. Reaching up, you started to gently jerk off the rest of his dick that you couldn’t swallow down, running your tongue along the soft skin under his shaft. You could tell that was too much for him because his hand that was gripping the couch went limp, his body loose as you continued to taste him.
He lazily rolled his hips into your mouth, wanting even more from you, and while you tried to keep up with what he wanted, you soon found out that it wasn’t enough. Lifting his arm, he reached across and grabbed a handful of your hair, holding you in place as he thrust his hips in order to slam his cock further down your throat. You couldn’t help the gag that slipped past your lips as he continued his assault, his pace unrelenting as he finally pulled you off of his dick. You gasped for air, his hand still tangled in your hair as he quickly grabbed you, pulling you into him.
You climbed on top of him once again, this time his dick was sitting in between your folds as you situated yourself, your wetness coating the spit that was soaking his dick already. Before you had a chance to pull yourself together, Joel roughly pulled you in for another kiss, his hand moving from your hair to the back on your neck, cupping it as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, the taste of his salty cum still lingering in your mouth.
Your moans were loud and obscene, but you were thankful for Joel’s mouth on yours to help prevent the entire town from hearing your desperate whimpers. Your pussy folds practically swallowed Joel’s dick as you rubbed up against him, because while you wanted him buried deep inside of you, you knew the longer that you waited, the greater it would feel once he finally did enter you.
Joel pulled away from you, moving down to your breasts, sucking on one roughly as you continued to grind against his hard dick. You were so turned on, and everything about the situation felt fucking primal. It took everything within you not to slip his dick inside of your already aching pussy. You could sense that it was the same for the man below you with how hard one of his hands were gripping your hips as you continued to slide your cunt around his dick, the crescents of his nails digging into your soft skin.
“Is this what you wanted?” Joel interrogated, pulling away from your breasts as he looked up at you, his beard rough against the sensitive skin on your chest.
You shook your head, getting a small frown from Joel at your disagreement towards his question. He slowed his actions as he waited for you to elaborate, but you quickly grabbed his dick underneath you in the meantime before leaning down and pressing your forehead against his.
“This is what I wanted,” you growled back, sheering yourself onto the man’s dick, the large organ stretching you before you finally dropped all your weight on it. You couldn’t help the loud moan that left your mouth, all you could do was pray that nobody asked any questions around town the next day.
You could feel yourself clenching around his dick already as you tried to bounce on it with the balls of your feet, but it was just so big that you couldn’t find the correct pace that you needed. He was twitching inside of you desperately as you slid your hands up under his shirt, his skin hot and sweaty against your palms as you finally found the rapid pace that gave you the perfect amount of pleasure you were searching for.
The old couch was squeaking beneath the two of you, not quite sure if it could handle the abuse that you were both putting it through.
“Fuck, you feel amazin’” Joel praised, his voice strained and raspy as he tried to meet the pace of your bounce on his dick, thrusting his hips up quickly, the tip hitting something deep inside of you. The feeling made you shut your eyes quickly, your breathing becoming fast and broken as you gasped for air, your nails scratching Joel’s chest beneath you. You quickly ripped a hand out from under his shirt and began to play with your clit seeing as how you were getting incredibly close. Joel noticed your actions, sitting up a little bit so he could wrap his lips around one of your nipples and grab your ass with both of his hands, a tight grip around it as he used his own hands to go the pace that he wanted.
He helped you bounce on his dick as he quickly flicked his tongue across your nipple, the sensation taking you by surprise as you arched onto him, his dick continuing to slam into your g spot. Jesus fucking Christ, it was beyond intense to the point where your legs began to tremble as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly, your fingers rubbing erratically against your clit as you prayed for release.
You shut your eyes, squeezing them close as your orgasm finally hit, a loud squeal spilling out of your mouth as your pussy clenched and squeezed around Joel’s dick that was still buried deep inside of you. The feeling must have been too much for Joel as well, because soon after you came, you heard a loud squelch from Joel's dick coming deep inside of you. While it was completely reckless and ridiculous for you to let Joel come in you, the feeling of his hot, wet, sticky semen splashing all over your insides made up for the recklessness.
You laid up against Joel limply, his cock still inside of you, softening as you both breathed heavily, your mind foggy and overworked. Your breaths were erratic and heavy as you tried to calm yourself down, your body heavy as Joel held you close into his chest, your head buried into the crook of his neck.
You weren’t sure how long you laid up with the man still buried within you, but the moment you felt his hands rubbing up your back gently, you realized that you didn’t really want to leave.
As if Satan heard your thoughts himself, you heard the front door opening, you and Joel’s eyes meeting in surprise as he continued to hold you into his chest, flicking his eyes over to the living room entrance. Luckily the couch was facing away from the front door, and with the way you were laying, you wouldn’t be seen over the couch. On top of that, Joel still had the majority of his clothes on, so as long as nobody actually walked deep into the room, they wouldn’t know that the two of you just finished having sex.
“Ellie?” Joel questioned, to which the two of you heard a small ‘yeah?’ in return. Fuck, you couldn’t believe that his daughter got home right when the two of you finished fucking the hell out of each other.
“I ain’t expect you to be home so early,” Joel said in response, his hands still holding your back, but now they were nervously burying themselves into the soft flesh there.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be here long. Just getting something that I left in the bathroom upstairs. I’m staying the night at Dina’s if you need anything,” Ellie replied from the doorway, almost coldly to an extent. It was clear that she didn’t want Joel to ‘need anything,’ she was practically saying that she didn’t want to be bothered.
You felt Joel nod in response, and heard Ellie’s footsteps trail away from the living room. The both of you sat in nervous silence as Joel held you tightly, a small sigh coming from his lips. Man, you really hated that for him. Part of you wondered what he lied about in the first place to piss Ellie off so much.
Ellie came back down the stairs, not even saying a goodbye as she left, the door slamming loudly. Damn, he wasn’t lying when he said she was mad at him.
“Sorry you had to see all of that. She usually doesn’t even come into the house,” Joel said quietly, adjusting uncomfortably below you. You could tell that he was ready to pull out, so you reached down and grabbed your panties to clean the two of you up. Sitting up so he could slip out, you used your panties to catch the remaining seed that was within you, looking over at Joel. You noticed that his thoughts were lost, his mind most likely wondering about everything that had just happened.
“I should probably get going,” you said gently, seeing as how you didn’t want to make the situation any more difficult for him. He looked over at you as you began to dress yourself, a small frown on his face at your actions as he pulled up his own pants, tucking himself back into his boxers.
“Are you sure?” Joel asked, wanting to make sure that you felt comfortable leaving after the evening that the two of you just shared.
“Yeah, I can tell that you need a little bit of time to yourself,” you reassured gently as you finished dressing yourself, slipping your dirty underwear into your pants pocket as you looked down at the man, softly placing your hand on his shoulder.
He looked a bit taken aback at your words, opening his mouth to speak before you once again leaned down, kissing him tenderly for the first time all night. You could feel his lips turn into a smile as he kissed you back, his hands timidly cradling your face as the two of you pulled away from each other.
“I’ll make sure that I say hey to you the next time you talk to me,” you teased, a large grin on your face as he shook his head in amusement.
“You better say more than that,” Joel lectured, standing up with you in order to walk you out. As you reached the front door, he grabbed your jacket from the coat hanger next to you, watching you fondly as you pulled it on. You smiled at him as you were finally ready to leave, your eyes shifting anxiously as you began to ponder what would happen after tonight.
“I have afternoon patrol tomorrow, but if you’re free, I would like to see you when I get back,” Joel suggested, his words immediately reassuring you. God, you hadn’t felt this excited in so long, you could hardly emit the words that you would love to see him tomorrow. Whenever you did however, a large smile filled his face as he nodded at you in understanding.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he said softly, leaning in to give you yet another gentle kiss that immediately made you want to suck him off once more. However, you knew that you couldn’t spend the entire night under the sheets with him, so it would just have to wait until the upcoming day.
After pulling away from the sweet kiss, he reached around to open the front door for you, his eyes watching you as you said goodbye quietly to him before walking down the steps. You were glad that your back was to him, because the sheepish smile that was practically frozen on your face would have been beyond embarrassing for him to see. As you walked closer to your house in the freezing cold, your thoughts were finally calm and quiet.
All you knew now was that you had something to finally look forward to.
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gamesfodays · 3 months ago
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Evolution of Joel Miller
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spedyart · 27 days ago
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"I'm gonna find you" Drawing inspired by The Last of Us 2
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ellie-and-the-clicker · 6 days ago
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gorgeous gorgeous girls play tlou2 with the subtitles on.
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heatherbelart · 2 months ago
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Pedro
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Digital portrait painted on Procreate earlier this year. Pedro Pascal has become a muse of mine so I’ll be posting plenty more paintings of his lovely face. I particularly wanted to capture how soft and gentle his eyes were in the reference photo. This took roughly 12.5 hours to complete.
Prints available on my Etsy - HeatherbelArt, link in bio.
Reblogs are always appreciated but please don’t repost without permission 😊
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unprofessional-bard · 6 months ago
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tw/ lots of blood
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TLOU as fine literature quotes
a part 2 of this which no one asked for
once again inspired by @souncivilized17 meme dumps + another post but i can't find it
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reikayr · 7 months ago
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Ellie outfit ideias.
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shiftingsands14 · 3 months ago
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Artwork on the left created by the extremely talented @shuploc ✨
Cant wait for this show! I just know Pedro is going to be such a great fit for Joel.
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slutsofren · 2 months ago
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Danger Days Chapter 16: Burn Bright
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summary: finally able to leave the clinic, you and joel expose the other
content warnings: a little bit of smut, as a treat
word count: 4,373
read on ao3 / masterlist
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The day finally came, you were deemed free to walk out of the clinic and do whatever you had wanted. The three of you were stuck in Dinosaur because of the hunting mishap for the past several weeks as you took your time to heal as much as you could. Joel had been asking about it nonstop, wanting to know exactly what happened out there. But, you felt in your heart, if you were to tell him the truth, it would only break his.
Missy, your vet-turned-savior, eyed you carefully as the weeks had progressed, apparently infections were a big deal to look out for which made you cringe remembering Joel’s own brush with certain infectious death.
Walking felt beautiful. You’d been not only confined to that small room inside the clinic all this time but the fresh spring air was amazing against your skin.
Not to mention your mental health.
You hardly spoke to anyone outside of Joel and Ellie save for Missy, it nagged at you but Joel was insistent that it was because the townsfolk wanted to give you some space to heal. Anytime you had asked about certain people, he would get ten shades of weird and defensive. Something had happened, something that not even Ellie would tell you about, and it worried you.
But not enough to distract you from the pain of healing. Did anyone else know that scars as deep as the ones you received not only tingled but were constantly itchy? Yeah, neither did you. It fuckin’ sucked.
At this point, dealing with the constant monitoring, healing, cleaning, stretching, literally anything that involved this whole accident, made you wish the bear just fuckin’ killed you, this was annoying as hell.
Although it was kind of nice to see Joel fret over you constantly, it did something to your heart that made it speed up and do cartwheels in your chest. He was insistent with making sure you were comfortable and well-fed. He was mother-henning and as much as you hated being the center of that kind of attention, you found you didn’t mind it so much when it was Joel doing it.
Ellie was the one to tell you that it looked worse than what it was. Apparently the bear only sliced you up and the worst of it was containing the bleeding. In comparison to what Joel went through, apparently you were what few would call lucky- even if you didn’t feel it.
Your mind always wandered back to those few moments- just before Steve found you. The look on Helena’s face, the absolute sense of dread you felt. That’s what bothered you the most.
There wasn’t a day you walked through this life thinking you were innocent, thinking that your past wouldn’t catch up with you or the consequences for that matter. Yet in those few moments you looked at Helena and wondered what the hell did you do to deserve a fate like that.
Approaching the small loft the three of you had been staying at, you eyed the stairs like they did a personal slight against you. “I don’t know if I can make this, kiddo,” you said wearily to Ellie.
Joel was already inside and making the bed as comfortable as he could for your arrival but you couldn’t help but feel the surging gratitude and affection towards him. He kept you grounded, he kept you alive, and for that you were in his debt not that he would ever ask anything of you.
Still, a girl could hope.
Ellie put her hands on your arm, helping you up the stairs one at a time. Each time you felt like you were making progress you’d look down and see you had only moved one or two steps. The stitches in your stomach pulled taught at the movements and you’d swear they’d pop.
Aside from the scratches that marred your stomach you only had very mild wounds, things that would heal on their own and only leave very minor scars. You were lucky, so goddamn lucky.
Whatever the fuck that meant.
You still felt hazy about the whole thing, unsure if you had remembered it all correctly or if it was a part of that fog that had blanketed your mind. One thing you remembered clear as day was Helena. Her blank expression was burned into your mind, how careless she looked at you, how she turned her back on you as if she couldn’t be bothered to help. You had your suspicions of what happened out there but one thing was clear: Helena was not your ally.
Joel had been right not to trust her and you were a fool to have let her out of your sight, let yourself be caught alone in the forest without somebody else.
Cursing yourself, your pain, you had hardly realized you made it to the topmost stair leading to the loft. Joel looked breathless standing in the doorframe, his eyes wide and assessing. “You good,” he asked.
“Do I look good,” you snarked back.
Ellie tried to hide the small snort she made but you heard it. The sound pulled you from your mind and you scrunched up your face, closing your eyes, then releasing a sigh. “Sorry, I just want to get in bed.”
Neither Joel nor Ellie said anything as you limped slowly towards the bed, clutching your stomach. You could tell they were holding back, after all you had snipped at them endlessly about how you didn’t want them to fuss over you, not wanting to be babied.
Seemed like that was its own monumental task.
Wincing as you lowered yourself onto the threadbare sheets, you groaned and closed your eyes. You weren’t in as much pain as you were the first few days you woke up, where even the lights seemed to physically pain you.
You were lost in your mind, wondering about Helena. You couldn’t help but worry about how you were going to tell Joel, if you were going to tell him to begin with. You were stressed the fuck out with all of this and you knew it wasn’t good for whatever healing you had hoped to make. Every fiber of your being was burning inside you wanting to get the hell out of Dinosaur, forget about healing, forget about Helena, forget about this damn town.
Deep down the only reason you hadn’t practically gone on your knees to beg Joel for you to take Ellie and run was because you would only hold them back if it came down to a fight and that was the last thing you wanted. Not to even mention that you didn’t want to part with the duo to begin with.
That’s really why you had kept your mouth shut. Despite the harrowing journey to get to this point- dealing with life-or-death situations, cannibals, hunters, and everything in between, this was the first time you’ve been with Joel and Ellie in relative safety. It was the hint of domesticity in the loft that made you want to savor it endlessly. Cherish what could have been if you were more determined to win Joel’s stone cold heart.
That was a lie, actually, a lie you’ve told yourself countless times over these past few weeks. Joel Miller was a grump, through and through, but he cared however much he did for you, even while keeping up this false relationship between you, you saw how he provided for you and Ellie since you’d been confided to the clinic, hardly seeing anyone but your medical provider and Steve who had somehow become the unspoken liaison between Dinosaur and you.
You’d ask him time and time again what was happening outside the clinic walls only to have the subject skirted around or tabled. Joel outright refused to talk about any of it. Ellie, sweet Ellie, everytime you think you've gotten close to breaking her, she’d leave. This whole time you had figured that Ellie would be the one to cave and tell you what was going on with the townspeople only to end up frustrated and tired. They all told you to focus on yourself, to focus on healing and getting better, but you were sick and tired of the silence and the secrets. You were bored out of your mind.
Being lost in your thoughts, your ire, you didn’t notice Joel calling your name. Blinking, you turned your head to face him and hummed in acknowledgement. You watched as his brow furrowed and he looked to Ellie, jerking his chin towards the door.
Ellie nodded, seeming to understand whatever silent conversation they just had. Her arms were folded in front of her and she looked at you, tensely. Everything about her body language seemed to scream anxiety. Her lips parted to speak but she shook her head, seemingly changing her mind before bolting out the door, taking heavy steps down. Joel shut the door quietly, with it clicking into place.
He leaned his back against the door and folded his arms across his chest.
“Whatever you have to say, say it, Joel,” you said impatiently. Everybody kept walking around on eggshells with you while also being overbearing, it was irritating you because either nobody would actually talk to you or they’d just be with you in silence and you had enough.
His eyes flicked to you before he huffed. While he stood silent, you looked him over, appreciating how sun-kissed he was, how his brown hair and brown eyes really suited him, and you’d go as far as to appreciate his own patchy beard that complimented his face so well. Everything about his personality irritated you but stars, you were not a blind woman and could stare at him all day.
You barely registered that he had spoken your name again.
Joel sighed, unsure of himself as he looked you over. “We need to talk.”
“Then talk,” you shrugged. You were acting like a bitch and you knew it. For all that bravado you had calling him a grump, it was you who had felt emotionally constipated for once.
“I love you,” he blurted.
You blinked. Huh?
“I think I have loved you since the moment I realized you loved Ellie as much as I did, watching you hold her after she killed David. Seein’ you with blood on your hands to protect our daughter,” his voice cracked.
“Every day I worried if you were gonna die in that room, worried that this woman I barely knew was going to die because I didn’t protect her the same way she has protected me for months. It killed me day after day hoping you would wake up knowing that my past was going to haunt any future I had hoped to have with you.”
“Joel-.”
He cut you off, “No. I have to say this or I will regret it for as long as I live.”
Joel tore his gaze from you and covered his face for a moment before he sighed. Standing taller, hands at his side, he looked like he was gathering all his courage, all his bravery. “I would do anything to do this over if that meant I could have more time with you, sweetheart. I don’t know your favorite color, I don’t know your birthday, hell, I don’t know anything fun about you, but I do know you are a fighter; you’re honest, you’re trustworthy, and you are one hell of a woman.”
You watched him as he crossed the room and stood by the window in the makeshift kitchenette and continued. “Watching you bleed all over Steve that day forced me to sit and think about what the hell I was doin’, the way I’ve spoken to you, the way I’ve second guessed your intentions on more than one occasion when you’ve done nothin’ but prove to me that you’re exactly who Tommy said you are.”
Finding your voice, “And who did he say I was?”
“Fuckin’.” he choked. “Fuckin’ everythin’ to me.”
Joel let out a heavy shaky breath. “A year ago, before I met Ellie,” he stumbled, “there was this woman- Tess. She and I were partners of a sort. We smuggled shit in and out of Boston’s Quarantine Zone and were heartless sons of bitches together. I respected the hell out of her. Even when her scheming got her killed.”
You were stunned at his words. This was the first you ever heard of this woman, Tess, or of the day Ellie came into his life. It was a lot to absorb, nearly as much as when you found out the reason why he desperately wanted to keep the reason for taking Ellie to the Fireflies such a goddamn secret.
“Tess was,” his voice shuddered, “she was as cold as ice. Came to my bed when she wanted to fuck, left when she got what she needed. We were ruthless together but that ain’t a life. Certainly not one I want with you.”
Joel turned to look out the window, the sun kissed his face and the shadows deepened the lines that had caressed his features over the years. He looked older, more tired, but for the first time since you met Joel Miller, he looked more at peace. The way he confessed, tore open his still aching heart to tell you these things he kept hidden in the deep chambers of his thoughts just because he was scared to speak to you more than any words or actions you’d seen of the man. He was brute and loyal and you often felt that you were on the outskirts of that trust but he all but told you had a path into his heart all this time.
“Then what do you want,” you finally voice.
Almost as if you woke him from sleep, his eyes flecked towards you in a mild panic. “You,” he whispered softly. “If you’d take me, that is.”
Joel Miller was never a nervous man but you swore you saw his jaw clench and unclench as if he were afraid, afraid of your rejection. A rejection you’d never give him.
“Joel, I think I’ve been in love with your dumbass since you and I fought beside each other at the university,” you confess. It was true. You may have been blinded by your own repressed sexual urges but you weren’t, well, blind. Joel was an attractive man and when you were around him, you felt safe, even safer than you were behind the walls of Jackson.
When your words finally registered for him, his brown eyes flicked to yours and narrowed. “What,” he said slowly, almost as if in disbelief.
“I’ve spent so many nights awake thinking about what it would be like to kiss you and when you were dying,” you choked, admitting things you had never hoped to tell in fear he would have rejected you. “When you were dying, I pleaded for you to wake up. I couldn’t imagine trying to do this without you, to not show you Jackson, to hear the same stories Tommy always prattled on about but hear them from your lips.”
He still stood by the window, stunned. Neither one of you were likely to believe what was happening within these four walls. You’d been hurt, dying as he once was. As you cared for him, so he for you, but this was something altogether new and fragile, almost as if you were to breathe too hard within this room, the illusion would shatter and all these words would taste like rot on your tongue.
But you were naive enough with Joel that you were honest. You weren’t one to trust others much, often taking more than a few close calls and skirmishes out in the wilds to call people your friends, your companions, and yet… yet these past few months alongside a man and his daughter proved to you that you were still human. That you craved things.
You still craved partnership, craved affection, idle talk, and smiles. You had shut down those needs and wants years ago, forbidding such things while you were a mindless killer for the Fireflies. None of that mattered now.
Now you had a chance at being a true team with this man and his girl that sent an ache through your heart, one you didn’t want to ignore anymore and wanted to fully embrace. “Come here, Joel,” you asked, raising your arms to gesture him to you.
He takes slow steps towards you, almost afraid. In your heart you know he isn’t sure of himself, of whatever this was between the two of you and yet you hold your arms up for him, waiting for him. “Are you sure,” he asks,
You hold his gaze for a heartbeat, then two, he says your name and when he does, you smile. It’s so nice to hear him say your name. You nod. “Never been surer of anythin’ in my life.”
He puts one knee on the bed and then the other, finally coming to lean into your arms. Whatever this was felt strangely like kicking your boots off after a long day, like the first sip of hot coffee in the morning, like the sigh of relief when you were safe within Jackson after a daunting patrol. Home. He felt like home.
Joel brings his forehead to yours and the two of you hold each other like that for a moment. He surely did not want to agitate your stitches too much and truthfully you were too sore to move around much either. For all his strength, his temper, his brutality, he was awfully gentle with you in this state and you’d think that maybe, maybe it was nice to be taken care of once in a while.
The two of you breathed each other in and you felt safe.
Inching your lips closer to him, a heat grew deep in your belly, as you moved to capture his lips in yours. It was the first time you ever kissed him with passion in your blood, with your whole heart behind the gesture. It wasn’t for show, not for whatever fake relationship the two of you started weeks ago when you all met this seemingly friendly yet untrustworthy group from Dinosaur.
His lips were chapped as he met you halfway, practically clashing into you, almost as if he had been holding back from his own common sense for too damn long and finally, finally, got to unleash it on you.
Yes, your body screamed, More, more, more.
Both of you lost yourselves in the kiss, letting yourselves finally get the chance to explore the other with your mouths. His rough calloused hands, marred with years of experience, of survival, explored your body. Trailing themselves from your face to your neck, feeling, wanting.
“Joel,” you whined.
Your body was heating up beneath his touch, you felt like fire and brimstone, aching. Feeling down his front, you knew he felt it too. His body was rock solid against yours, all entirely masculine. “Joel.”
He groaned against your lips, jutting his hips forward. “I know, baby, I know.” He pulled back and his eyes roamed over your body, your dishevelment, and you felt naked in his gaze. Felt that for the first time in weeks, you felt seen for who you were, death on your hands and all, and yet for some reason, it didn’t seem to make a damn difference for the man hovering over you. “I can’t,” he choked out.
Your heart stopped for a beat. “Can’t?”
For a moment, panic rises in your chest. Swirls of emotion blindside you. Anger, regret, embarrassment, all a blur. Joel seemed to have noticed this shift within you and his large hands cup your face. He says your name, almost like a prayer, full of reverence and humility. “I don’t regret this. Not you, never you,” he says honestly. His eyes, full of warmth and adoration, peer deep into yours. “You just got injured, I want to make this about you.”
Your eyes now trail over him, watching closely as his throat bobs until it finally clicks for you. This man has suffered too many losses in his life, he all but said to you just moments ago he did not want to lose you either, and hearing that you have been pining over him for nearly as long as he has likely makes him want to cherish you in the only way he knows how to show his affection. By physical touch. Pleasure and passion.
He clears his throat and confesses. “I want every person outside this loft to know that I am yours in every goddamn sense of the word but for now, I want to make you feel good.”
Your mouth goes dry at his little speech. You’d wanted to taste and lick this man for weeks, no matter how disgusting the two of you have gotten out on the road and in the back of your mind, you’re practically begging for him to bless you with every kiss, every bite, every goddamned hickey, soft caresses masked under dirty words and rough manhandling with praises.
Grabbing the back of his head, you pull him forward once more, giving him a deep kiss. “Make me feel good,” you ask.
Smiling against your lips, Joel presses soft kisses down your jaw. One he begins to leave loving kisses against your neck, does he turn to biting. He nips and nips, never in one place too long until he latches right by your pulse and turns the area into a mark. A bruise of his own making. A signal to everyone that you are his just as much as he is yours, for real this time. No bullshit, no fake marriage. This is all you.
Expert fingers began to unbutton your borrowed flannel, as he lowered his attention and softly kissed over your now exposed bandages. He was soft and tender around your injuries and not once did you wince in pain or feel a moment of hesitation. You watched in silence as he slid your jeans and boots off, being mindful to not move you around too much as he pulled down your panties as well, until he was kneeling before you.
“You sure,” he asked, nearly breathless. He was checking in with you, making sure this was what you wanted, that you chose this, chose him.
Nodding. Under normal circumstances, you’d talk back and make him work for the honor but right now the two of you felt like exposed livewire, ready to burn this entire town down if you didn’t have the other this very moment. “Please,” you begged.
Without making you wait, Joel leveled himself with your exposed sex, your exposed heart, and took them into his hands gently. He played with that little bundle of nerves between your legs and caressed your thighs. The moment he used his tongue was the moment you practically gave yourself over to him, to use or keep, it didn’t matter anymore.
“Oh,” you sighed and sunk into the pillows beneath you. His tongue worked itself in tandem with his fingers. He took long swipes up and down and back again while his fingers passionately massaged, helping you catch your high. “Joel,” you said breathlessly.
“That’s my gal,” he praised against your skin.
Then he hooked both of his thick fingers within you, pressing against your walls that made you see stars. “Oh, oh-,” you sighed.
Working a little faster now, Joel spelled out his infatuation with you with his tongue and fingers, not once relenting until you felt that cord deep within you snap and your orgasm flooded your senses. Taking deep breaths, you hadn’t realized Joel had kissed his way back up above you until your eyes opened, meeting his.
The two of you were breathless, admiring the other. You never got to see him like this, so unguarded. Then he smirked, “You good?”
Smiling. “Better than good. I’m great.” It was true, you couldn’t feel your legs but you sure as hell felt that pulsating need between your legs thrum happily. Once more you buried your fingers in his curls, pulling him forward. You tasted yourself on his lips and you don’t think you mind it one bit.
After a while, he pulled himself up, roaming around the room to clean up the mess he made with you as well as adjusting his own pants where you clearly noted the hard-on he had within. He picked up your discarded clothes, your boots, and put them away, then pulling out clean clothes for you. “Joel, I'm not a child,” you complain, although secretly you were smitten by his caring nature with you.
“I know you’re not,” he said. “But I still want to do it.”
Being as careful as you could, you let him help you get dressed once more. The remaining stitches pulled and ached, nevermind the bruising. After this was over, you’d never take the ability to move freely for granted ever again.
As the two of you finally cleaned up enough, there was a hurried knock on the door as Ellie’s voice came back. “Open up! I got food.”
He walked right up to the door and let the teen in as she burst through like a whirlwind. She laid three plates down, filled with something delicious judging by the smell. What caught your attention wasn’t the food but rather the troubled look on Ellie’s face as she stared at you.
She looked back to Joel and spilled, “They want to know if Helena is gonna die.”
What?
“What are you talking about kid,” you ask.
Joel cursed under his breath before he came in front of you. Grabbing one of your hands, he looked down at your fingers entwining naturally, fitting the spaces between the other as if it were a missing puzzle piece. “We know,” he said lowly. “The whole damn town knows what Helena did to you.”
Your breath is stolen away, unsure of what to say.
Joel continues. “And it’s up to you if she should pay with her life by your hands.”
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videogameiconss · 27 days ago
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The Last Of Us Part II - Ellie icons 1/?
“I'm gonna find and I'm gonna kill every last one of them”
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millsheat · 2 months ago
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there’s so many scenes of joel and ellie saying i love you to each other nonverbally
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