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6sara6mcr6 · 3 days
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ahhhh why does troy bakers aka joels cover of "future days" make me so emotional???
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elliespuns · 1 day
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I may have gotten turned on by Joel threathening scumbags
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maxbegone · 1 year
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OG CAST IN THE LAST OF US (HBO)
bonus laura bailey cameo:
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the-last-of-memes · 1 year
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The perfect cure to all your troubles
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ultraviolencegaming · 2 months
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DEATH STRANDING 2: ON THE BEACH (2025)
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jaythedagger · 1 year
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if i see one more person in the comments of a tiktok or post saying “ooooo david got off lucky!!!! you see if joel got his hands on him it would’ve been so much worse!!!!” wrong. you are already getting the wrong idea from the whole story. ellie can save herself physically. emotionally? no, she needs joel for that part. the show is literally highlighting that in every other aspect, he fails her. and how could he have possibly done worse? SHE SHOULD NOT HAVE HAD TO SMASH A MEAT CLEAVER INTO A PEDO’S SKULL 22 TIMES AT THE AGE OF 14. even joel can see it so why as a viewer can’t you?
i’m so glad craig and neil didn’t cut down ellie murdering david by joel entering the scene (like in the game) and changed it to her being allowed to take it as far as she wanted because it gives her so much autonomy. she did that shit on her own, and she’ll never be the same.
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supermarvelgirl15 · 1 year
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dafna-winchester · 8 months
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"What did I do? What didn't I do?"
This game was a true delight to play 🥰
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fortunethief · 9 months
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Look for the light ✨️
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Bella Ramsey and Troy Baker at the BAFTA Games Awards 2023
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lauferisms · 4 months
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Holy shit this looks top-tier!🤩😱
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history repeats itself.
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Joel Miller, game vs. show similarities #4
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nala2811 · 5 months
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The Stranger
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Paring: joel miller x f!reader
Rating: Explicit 18+ only.
Summary: You and a certain stranger are hurled away to somewhere else within the QZ, where you both are required to perform a very particular task…
Post outbreak. Takes place during TLOU 1.
Warnings: non con, reader and Joel don’t want it (at first), dub-con, smut, P in V, unprotected sex, cum, cumshot, big dick, orgasm, dirty talk, pet names, fingering, spanking (once), slapping (once), implied rape, voyeurism (including masturbation), smoking, hands tied (before and after act), vision obscured (before and after act), video recording, sex tape, fear, violence, shame, guilt, kidnap, age gap 20 + years. Joel is mid 50’s. I think I’ve covered everything? No use of Y/N.
Word count: 4.1k
A/N: A dirty one shot that has been living in my brain. What if you’re forced to, but you’re touch starved, and both enjoy it?
The small sack scratched against your face as it was ripped off your head. You gasped in the cooler air as you squinted, eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room.
The guards had told you nothing other than you need to be taken in for “questioning”. You had no idea what was going on, had always ensured you kept to yourself and tried to stay away from any trouble that you could foresee.
What you did know was obvious, you knew that the guards were hardly on the straight and narrow themselves, so you were terrified as they hurled you away.
They had laughed and mocked you as you begged for them to tell you what you had done wrong. Your pleas were then met with silence as they dragged you blindly through the QZ, stumbling, ties cutting cruelly into your wrists, to finally end up here.
You had no clue where “here” was.
On a quick glance you noted a singular yellow bulb that illuminated the seemingly empty room, save for a desk that had no chair, which sat isolated in the middle of the space. Taking in your surroundings you observed the room was small, damp, and windowless with old paint peeling from the bare walls.
Your wrists throbbed as your bindings were cut, and you caressed the sore skin there as you caught sight of another figure standing in corner of the space, they were then roughly manoeuvred into the centre of the room by another guard, and you saw that it was a man.
You quickly assessed him. He was older, with greying hair and a beard. He looked vaguely familiar to you. You exchanged a confused look toward each other while looking around at the two guards in the room. The both of you quickly and desperately trying to figure out the situation, while one of men retreated backwards to the darker edge of the room, his gun pointed and ready.
The other guard who had freed your hands placed his weapon in its holster before lighting a cigarette, he took a long drag before exhaling the smoke into your faces, your eyes stung as he started to circle you both.
Trying to control your breathing, you chanced a nervous glance to the older man beside you, his jaw was set as he watched the guard take slow and calculated steps around you.
Leisurely he then raised the cigarette to his lips and took another drag before he spoke to you both.
“You two try anything and my friend over there pops one right between both your eyes, do y’hear me?” You nodded in a panic while the stranger beside you scowled silently at the man.
It happened too quickly for you to avoid it.
The guard’s slap had you stumbling back as your head hurled to the side. Ears ringing as tears lined your vision in response to the sharp and harsh pain. The stranger made a move towards him but stopped when he heard the click of the other guard’s gun.
“I asked you a question old man. If you ain’t gonna answer then she-“ he motioned towards you with his cigarette, “will suffer the consequences. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?”
You panted as you hand cupped your face, doing nothing to ease the sting. The man’s fists were tight against his sides while he glared, eyes black.
“Yes”. His voice was deep, accent southern.
“Thereeee you go, he does speak” the guard taunted. He motioned around the room then with the hand that held his cigarette, smoke billowing in the air. His tone was sarcastic when he spoke
“Not so bad here, huh? You’re both gonna do a little something for us… a little post-apocalyptic show. When it’s done, we’ll let you go…”
Your brows pulled together as you tried to comprehend the words the guard had said, he made a show of looking away then and you followed the guards eyeline. Your eyes had adjusted properly now, heart dropping when you saw it, resting on a small cabinet by a dirty wall that sat opposite you both.
A camera.
The small gasp that left you echoed around the room, causing the stranger to follow your gaze. While a lewd smirk appeared on the guard’s face as he crudely grabbed at the bulge that had now appeared under his uniform.
“No fucking way” the older man breathed.
“Ah, ah, ah, now, remember what I said” the guard discarded his cigarette on the floor as he held out his arms by his side “Look, we’re all adults here, let’s just get this over with”.
His eyes then locked onto the man next to you.
“If you won’t do it then one of us will have to take your place. Must warn you though, me or my buddy over there won’t be as kind as I imagine you would be”.
He spoke over his shoulder then addressing the other guard.
“Will we?”
“No, Sir” came the answer from the back.
Your eyes darted frantically between the stranger and your captor. No one moved.
The guard clicked his tongue, “Alright then” he breathed as his hand went to the zip of his pants.
You felt yourself pale as bile rose in the back of your throat.
“Fine!” the man next to you called out.
The guard sneered, amused. His feet then closed the distance to where you stood. Fingers biting painfully into your skin as he grabbed your arm and shoved you hard towards the older man, you tripped over your feet, falling into his solid frame as his hands caught you.
Tilting your chin up your eyes were met then with a sea of chocolate brown, peering anxiously down at you.
“Use the desk” the guard instructed as he walked away, tone matter of fact, like he was updating you both on the condition of the weather. He stood with the armed man as he leaned casually against the wall.
Both their eyes were set on you.
Disbelief washed through you as a fog descended on your senses. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You swayed on the spot as a wave of dizziness overtook you, your mouth was dry, breaths coming out harshly as you tried to calm down, the only thing holding you up was the set of strong hands on your biceps.
“Take it easy…breathe”. The stranger soothed as you tried to control yourself.
You took a few unsteady breathes.
“Listen…” he whispered, “I’m going to take them down, when I move you hit the floor, do you hear me?” his voice was barely audible but stern, the anger harsh on his face.
“Th- they’ll kill you, they both have guns.” Your eyes were wide with panic “how can we defend ourselves? I don’t even have a knife they searched me before I was taken here”.
The flare of his nostrils told you that he had received the same treatment.
“I’m still gonna try, they can’t jus-“
The bullet that hit the wall next to you was deafening in the small room. You screamed as the sound reverberated, ears ringing as you huddled into the frame of the man, while his arms instinctively wrapped around you.
“The next one won’t miss” you were both warned.
The hands that were on you tightened as your eyes met his, his expression had turned from angry to apologetic. Your face was blank while you comprehended that this was going to happen, that you hoped they were at least telling the truth and that they would let you go, you somehow doubted that.
Determination washed through you, you just wanted to get out of this alive.
Removing yourself from his embrace you slowly made your way towards the desk, your limbs were shaking so much your legs buckled under you as you reached it, you grabbed onto the edge as he rushed over to hold you steady.
You held up a hand “I’m good” you reassured him, unconvincingly, as you lifted yourself onto it.
“You also earn a bullet if we get bored” There was a chuckle from them both.
Heart hammering as the older man stood in front of you, you parted your legs to allow him to close the distance while you took a moment to observe him again. 
He really was handsome. His frame broad in his denim shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose his tanned and muscular forearms. Eyes bottomless, his neck was thick, jaw strong, his hair and beard a perfect balance between salt and pepper.
You held onto his strong shoulders feeling the broad muscles underneath as his hands slowly went to your waistband of your pants, using his frame to hoist yourself up as he eased them down over your legs, discarding them once removed. The surface of the desk was unforgiving under you, the cold raising goose bumps on your skin.
Survival mode took over your body now as you gripped the hem of your shirt and lifted, completely removing it, followed by your bra. Fighting against the urge to cover yourself, terrified that you both would be shot if you showed anymore resistance.
Resolve was etched onto his face now, a quiet and professional air in how he moved, his actions were measured and deliberate as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of your panties. He froze then as he locked eyes with yours, you nodded your permission, lifting yourself again while he removed them.
Seemingly needing a minute, he paused then in his actions, respectfully keeping his gaze away, looking over your shoulder. A notion that almost amused you, considering what he was about to do.
“Get a move on old man”.
“She’s not even fucking wet yet!” he growled, looking over his shoulder to where the guards stood.  
“She doesn’t need to be”. The other guard called out. You felt sick as they laughed again.
You shook his shoulders gently, bringing his attention back to you.
“Hey, it’s okay, let’s just get through this.”
His stare was intense as he looked at you.
“I’m sorry” he breathed; your lips tugged up as you offered a small smile to try to reassure him.
He heaved a deep sigh as he placed his hands on your thighs, they were rough but warm as they flexed there. He then traced light circles as his hand drew closer to your sex. Your teeth found your lip when the pad of his thumb pressed against your clit, swirling softly.
Mortification raced through you as a small moan escaped you. His jaw was set as he kept his eyes downcast while he worked your clit and you were thankful that he gave you that small mercy, you think you’d die on the spot if he looked at you right now. You felt so exposed as he worked your bundle of nerves, failing miserably at controlling the whimpers that escaped you.
Life and survival in the QZ distracted you from other needs. You hadn’t even realised how touch starved you were until now, instead you had always focused on living to see another miserable day, forgetting all about the need that was now being awakened again by this stranger.
His hand moved now so that his palm was pressed against your sensitive bud as he slid a thick finger inside you. Eyes meeting yours when a moan escaped you, and you somehow manged to not tear your eyes away, but in fact hold his gaze, your ever building arousal making you bold enough to maintain eye contact with him.
His eyes were dark as he watched you, each wave of pleasure that his expert fingers gave was evident on your features, you noticed that he seemed to absorb every moan, hungrily anticipate every twitch of your hips.
The bulge straining against his jeans was evidence of his own arousal.
With trembling fingers, you reached out. Unbuttoning his shirt, you slowly exposed his tanned skin and hard muscle. Fingers trailing against the low line of hair as you popped open the last button, feeling the loss of his fingers as he shrugged out of it.
Quickly returning them to your core he now entered two fingers into you while continuing to circle your clit with his thumb, wetting his lips as you involuntary leaned back on your hands giving him better access. Your hips took on a life of their own as you sought out more of his touch.
Silently you scolded yourself over your actions, but you couldn’t help it, couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this good, despite the circumstances. It had been less than a few minutes with this stranger and already you knew that you had never been in such expert and capable hands as you were now.  
Thick fingers drove into you deeper now while his other hand worked at unbuttoning his jeans as he freed his rock hard cock. Your pussy clenched around his fingers when you saw the size of him, his answering groan sent a fresh wave of arousal flooding from your core. 
The blood rushed from your face when you heard it, the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered, then a rhythmic wet sound, followed by a moan. Your panicked eyes flashed over towards the edge of the room towards the guards.
He ducked then into your line of sight, bringing your focus back to him again.
“Hey, look at me, right here…jus’ me and you, okay?”
Your breath was heavy as you answered him.
“Okay” you echoed.
He grabbed your hips then to guide you to the edge of the desk, lining himself up at your entrance. One last silent look passed between you, then he was entering you.
“Fuck” the whispered curse fell from his lips in a rush as he held on fast to you. You whimpered as he stretched you, burying himself deep as he could go.
Harsh breathes escaped him when his hips were flush against yours, his frame towering over you, holding still. Wide eyed and panting, you were thankful for the moment he gave you as you adjusted to his size. After a moment you wrapped your legs around him to anchor yourself, as he started to pump his cock into your weeping cunt.
Ecstasy ripped through your entire being while you held onto his strong shoulders, his answering growl was loud, grip harsh, as he thrusted steadily into you. This man moved exactly the way you wanted him too; it was like he was reading your mind. Every movement, every alteration in his thrusts as he hit that sweet spot in you. Every. Single. Time.
All you could think about was the constant and delicious drag of his cock within your walls. You met his thrust with your own desperate ones. Your touched starved body sensitive to every roll of his hips, the warmth of his hands as he held you while he fucked himself into you again and again.
The pressure of his strong palm was heavy as he then guided you down so that you were laying vertically on the desk, you gripped the edges above your head for leverage. He was fucking you in earnest now, legs of the desk scrapping against the floor with his efforts. He equally seemed as lost in you as you were in him.
Drunk off the feel of your pussy he reached down to cup your breast in his large hand. You watched him hungrily as he thrusted into you, jaw slack, pupils blown, muscles in his neck taunt from exertion.
He looked fucking delicious.
You reflected that you had never been with anyone much older than yourself. The contrast was stark to your previous experiences. His expertise was apparent in every confident thrust, eyes constantly watching you, drinking in the sight of you spread open for him, your face flushed as he worked and responded to every reaction your body gave him.
“Been a while hey old timer? She feels good huh?” the voices from the back taunted again. Their moans were obvious in the small space, the muffled sound of the friction as they pleasured themselves, the discomfort was obvious on your face.
“I- I hate that they’re doing that” You whispered to the man inside you, eyes squinted shut to stop the tears.
“Shhh, pay no mind now. You feel that? You feel me here” he rasped as he removed his hand from your breast and took your smaller one in his, pressing down over where he was buried deep.
You gasped wide eyed as you felt him in your stomach, nodding erratically.
“Just focus on me”.
His hand then found your sensitive bud again and you cried out at the sensation, you were so sensitive.
“There you go sweetheart. That’s it”
The world fell away as his onslaught continued. Sounds were escaping you that you should’ve been embarrassed about, but you weren’t.
“You have any idea how fuckin’ good you look darlin’ ?” his whisper was so low that you doubted the guards even heard him.
His hungry eyes raked over you, from your hands still holding the edge of desk above your head, down towards the flush of your chest with your tits bouncing with every thrust, to your pussy stretched around his cock. You realised that you must have been a sight to behold.
Movement brought your attention back towards to the edge of the room, it was unmistakably obvious now that the guard’s efforts were faster and more erratic. They were close.
Before you knew what was happening your arms were unlocked from their hold and you were pulled up right until you were flush against him.
“Put your face in my neck, don’t look.” And you did.
Nuzzling your face deep as you breathed in his scent, basking in the heat radiating from his body while you burrowed into his soft skin.
Strong hands grabbed your ass then as he lifted you to meet every one of his thrusts. Your whole body was on fire, nails digging into his skin as you removed your face from his neck to look down at him impaling you over and over again. You felt his hand then push against your lower back, crying out as it changed the angle of his thrusts now to even deeper. 
“Right here? You need it deep baby?” his mouth was ghosting yours, you nodded as you bit your lip,
“Tell me”, he demanded.
A sob escaped instead when you tried to speak, every nerve felt like a live wire. His hand quickly came down to smack the top part of your ass, a reprimand for your silence.
“Yes!” you cried out “Need it so bad…I’ve never b-been fucked this d-deep before”.
He growled his approval as his fingers once again found your clit, feeling your pussy flutter instantly around his cock.
“Yeah? You gonna come around my cock darlin’ ?”
Yes God yes
“Keep looking down” you did as you were told.
The sight was too much as you watched him drive into you over and over while his fingers furiously continued to work your clit, your combined arousal coating you both and the desk underneath.
It was all too much, and you tipped over the edge, crying out. He watched you intently as you came hard around him.
“Yes, that’s it- that’s- oh-fuck!”
He pulled out of you suddenly, tugging harshly at his cock until thick, warm ropes shot over your lower belly and mound.
The cumshot
Both of you panted as you came down from your high, eyes trailing over the other. His sweat dampened hairline, your skin tinged pink where he had grabbed your breast, the crescent marks on his shoulders, both of you watching his glistening spend slowly drip down over your used pussy.
The sound of rustling bought both your attention back to the guards, one was tucking himself back into his pants, the other was wiping his hands with an old rag.
Spell broken as you both untangled yourselves from the other and began to awkwardly dress yourselves. Hastily he pulled up his jeans while quickly passing you your clothing, keeping his eyes low as you both dressed.
A rush of cooler air entered the space as the door suddenly opened and two other guards entered the room. Despite what you had both just done your cheeks flushed with the thought of them possibly hearing what had happened.
You and Joel were surrounded by them, your blood ran cold.
This is it, you thought.
There was silence as you both were grabbed, hands bound. Everything went black as they covered your head again.
All you could do was try to keep up as they dragged you. Your legs were weak, head spinning until you were then shoved into a car, engine roaring as you drove in silence for a few minutes until the car stopped still, idling for a moment.
Daring not to breathe, when you heard the sound of a knife flick, you nearly cried in relief when you felt your ties being cut, it was short lived when the cool blade was then pushed flush against your neck, you froze.
“Not gonna tell anyone about this are we?” a calm voice asked.
“No” you answered, sounding stronger than you felt.
“What about you?”
“No” you heard him reply through gritted teeth.
A beat passed and then you heard the door open, your hood was removed as you both were then shoved out of the vehicle, hurtling to the unforgiving and wet ground. You cried out as the impact stole breath from your lungs, the car then accelerated away, fading into the distance.
Gasping for breath you looked around; saw you had been dropped in the middle of the street, whoever else was around looked away quickly when they saw you both. Members of the QZ continued onwards to wherever they were going or turning their eyes away while they waited in line for their rations card.
Everyone kept to themselves in the QZ.
While you self-consciously straightened your clothing you directed your focus towards the man next to you. He was forcefully brushing down his clothes, a fresh graze on his cheek and torn shirt the result from his own impact with the concrete.
Silence lingered between you both while you observed each other. Desperation raced through you to get home, yet you were reluctant to leave him.
A turmoil whirled inside of you over what you had just experienced. You felt the shame, guilt, and humiliation. But what was buried under all of that was more prominent, something you would never admit, you felt satisfaction. A buzz in your limbs that felt like warm melted butter that flowed, your skin still burning from his touch.
He broke the silence first.
“Listen…we uh” he started, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke, eyes darting quickly around “…s’for the best…if we don’t talk about this… to anyone”.
Guilt raced through you, you knew you both were not the first and wouldn’t be the last. But what could you do? Who would you tell?  The guards? Someone body else?
Nobody ever got involved when it came to the QZ guards. Beatings in the dark, public humiliation, unfair punishments, using food as a weapon, were all overlooked by everyone, lest they too were targeted for trying to speak up.
Solemnly you nodded your agreement.
You didn’t know what else to say to him.
“I’m…I’m just glad we made it out of there, and erm…thank you…for getting me through that”.
He was silent as he absorbed the double meaning of your words.
“Of course. I’ll see you around” he offered.
“Yeah…sure” you breathed.
He gave a light reassuring smile then, before slowly turning away, your heart hammered as you watched him leave.
Your stranger.
Your mind was in a daze as you made your way home, locking the door quickly behind you. Not that it would make much of a difference if a guard wanted to get access to you, but all the same, it helped you feel safe.
You sighed, as you striped off your clothing while you made your way to the bathroom.
You really needed a shower.
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ashesfordayz · 3 months
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My two comfort Terrorists ❤️
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no-regertss · 8 months
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oh my gosh grace you can't just ask a greek god if theyve tried therapy!
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