#Thelastofus

[venis-stuff]

Current fav tlou head cannon;

Ellie being on the road with only Joel (a man from Texas who managed to keep his southern accent for two decades) for so long, literally her only company, she adapts his accent for certain things and forgets how they're pronounced to non southerners.

Based off the fact I experience echolalia with my step-dad who has an eastern Tennessee accent himself. (His best quality honestly)

It wouldn't be major, just some "ain't"s and drawls on certain vowels, sometimes losing syllables and mushing her sentences together.

She doesn't realise until Dina calls her "Texas" jokingly and she's then hyper aware of it. She speaks and will notice afterwards that she pronounced something like Joel, and repronounces it.

"I ain't doing it-...I am not doing it."

[pascalxp]

THIS EPISODE KILLED ME

Ps. I had a crazy Tony Dalton obsession (Joel's dad) so this parallel is making me feel things

[pascaldiaries]

I will always love you, Joel Miller.

[ultrav1olenc3z]

[asklaww]

her muscles, her fingers, and the VEINS. abby, what a woman you are

[doeeyezz]

Unprotected, all day all night, on the bed, sink, kitchen counter, floor, table, shower, wall, ANYWHERE ANY GODDAMN TIME.

[heavens-whore]

SLOW HANDS

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You find Joel sitting out on the porch playing his guitar. You ask him to teach you some and he does, and he gives you a reward for each chord you get right.

A/N: This was inspired by the first pic in the collage, I saw it on this post. I wrote a little stream of thought repost on it but it deserved a full fic. @lowrisemiller Here’s the food you ordered! Enjoy !!

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+, daddy kink, fingering, unprotected sex, semi-public, cockwarming, lap sitting, riding, probably incorrect guitar terminology (sorry)

On warm nights, Joel liked to sit out on the porch. When nightmares kept him awake, or if he had drank his coffee a little too late and couldn’t sleep, it gave him a sense of comfort, a reminder of what his life used to be. That’s where you found him. Sitting on the bench he had made himself and plucking a melody you didn’t recognise on the strings of his guitar. The door creaked quietly on its hinges when you opened it to join him, and his eyes softened with tender affection when he turned to see you barefoot in your nightdress, standing in the doorway.

He moved the guitar to make space for you when you came to sit between his legs. His lips pressed a tender kiss to your temple before he trapped you close to him with the instrument over your lap.

‘Right where you belong.’ he murmured into your hair before continuing to pluck that unfamiliar tune again, his chest vibrating against your back as he hummed along. 

‘You keep saying you’re gonna teach me.’ After the song he was playing had come to an end you traced your fingers along the smooth wood of the instrument before turning your head to look up at him.

‘I will. You wanna learn now?’

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips, and he started to show you the basics. He showed you how to hold the neck, how hard to press down on the strings, and then he showed you the chords. He showed you the easier ones first, the ones you would remember easily, to prepare your inexperienced hands for the more difficult ones. 

‘This one’s a G chord.’

His fingers wrapped naturally around the neck of the guitar, then strummed the strings, creating a clear note that echoed through the warm evening air.

‘You wanna try?’

You let him take your hand, and he delicately positioned your fingers on the strings. What looked so simple for him was harder for your unpracticed hands, and your fingers stretched unnaturally to find the right placement. When you strummed the strings, the note was quieter and more blunt but still sounded the same as Joel’s.

‘This one’s hard.’ you mumbled.

‘Yeah? S’cause you got little hands.’

Joel pressed down on the same strings and instructed you to strum. When you did, the same sound rang out clearly again, and you looked down at his rough, calloused fingers, your mind wandering at the sight of their length.

‘Daddy’s got big hands. Makes it easier.’

He took your right hand in his, completely engulfing it, and brought it to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles, his soft brown eyes locked onto yours.

“You wanna try the D again?”

‘…The what?’

‘The chord, baby.’

‘Oh… Sure.’

You carefully placed your fingertips as he showed you earlier. This time it was easier, your fingers didn’t need to stretch too far, and the vibration was smooth and loud when you strummed.

“Good girl. You’re a natural.”

It all seemed innocent enough, Joel was only teaching you how to play. But from your position you could feel his length hardening against the base of your spine. While he let you strum at the chords he had already taught you, his hands found your waist and gently squeezed it while he rested his chin on your shoulder, watching your delicate little fingers pick at the instrument. His breath fanned against your neck as he observed your movements and the stubble of his beard grazed your skin, sending chills down your spine that pulled your thighs together tightly to soothe the heat that was brewing in between them.

‘Try the G again, sweetheart.’ He murmured softly, his voice low in your ear.

You tried to remember what strings to press, and on what frets, and your fingers strained uncomfortably. 

‘Don’t like this one.’ 

Joel’s lips rasped against the shell of your ear, his voice gravelly with the lust that was thickening his cock. 

‘You get it right, I’ll give you a lil’ reward.’

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth as his hands trailed from your waist to your hips, giving them a light squeeze as he watched your digits, his touch raising goosebumps on your skin. Your fingertips carefully found their place and pressed down, and the note sang out loud and clear when you strummed.

Joel’s hips rocked slightly against you, his arousal now undeniable. One of his palms travelled up from your hips to your chest and grasped your breast lightly through the fabric of your nightdress, while the other rested on your hip.

‘That was good.’ He pressed a light kiss to your neck. ‘Gettin’ good, ain’t you?’

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. ‘Got a good teacher.’

Joel’s lips curved into a smirk against the skin of your neck while his hand crept into the lacy neckline of your nightdress. ‘Show me C again, baby.’

You took a moment to remember how to, the feeling of his hands all over you making your brain start to melt inside your head. But the promise of a reward guided your hand, and when the strings vibrated, the note sounded practiced and true. 

‘Good girl.’ Joel’s lips found that sweet spot right under your jaw while his hand moved from your hip downwards and under your hemline. His middle finger traced your wet seam through your soaked panties, eliciting little gasps from you. ‘Now do A.’

Soft whines fell from your lips, frustrated by his teasing. ‘Daddy...’

‘What’s a matter, sweetheart? Need me to show you?’ He started to slowly redact his hands from where they touched you, and the loss of sensation spurred your memory- you quickly found the chord and played it hastily, desperate to keep his hands where they were. A soft laugh escaped Joel’s lips while the echo of the sound quietened. ‘Needy girl.’ His fingers returned to where they once were and resumed their gradual, teasing strokes. ‘Fast learner when you want somethin’, ain’t you, baby?’

Your head fell back against his shoulder with gasps of pleasure as his hand found its way into your panties and stroked lightly at the sensitive bud. His grip on your breast grew firmer as your hips squirmed under his touch, desperate for more. Joel’s breath grew ragged while he watched you writhe under his agonizing touch and he pushed his hips against you, wanting you to feel exactly what you were doing to him. 

His eyes scanned the surrounding houses for any sign of watchful eyes, but only saw the windows dark, covered up by drawn curtains. He rested the guitar against the bench and gently draped your legs over his knees, holding you wide open for access.

His middle finger slid down and soaked itself in the arousal that pooled at your entrance and teasingly pushed at the hole. ‘You deserve this, don’t you, baby? Been so sweet for Daddy.’ A muffled whine escaped you as he slowly pushed his long digit in, your arousal letting it glide easily. Joel shushed you and decorated your neck with feather-like kisses while his finger curled inside you just how he knows you like.

Soft whimpers fell from your lips as Joel’s finger gradually worked you open, preparing for the second one that dampened immediately with your juices when it slid inside. Your walls clenched around his digits while they stretched you out little by little. 

‘She’s so tight, darlin’,’ his breath warmed the skin of your neck. ‘Daddy ain’t been givin’ her enough attention?’ You shook your head and looked up at him while you gripped his forearms, your eyes desperate and needy.

Joel read the look in your eyes, your silent request and slid his free hand from your breast downward until it met your core. ‘Gotta fix that.’ His middle finger traced your clit lightly and slowly, his eyes locked onto yours as he watched you react to the added stimulation. Your hips squirmed more at the teasing sensation, backing into his clothed erection that strained against his jeans. He let out a low grunt and added more pressure until your legs began to shake where they rested on his thighs.

He watched you fall apart. His jaw was tense as he watched your brows furrowing and your mouth hanging open in the throes of ecstasy, your little body trembling as you came down from the high he had given you. You made him so hard it hurt. His lips grazed your ear as he murmured, ‘Up a minute, baby.’

You stood up from his lap, and turned to see him tugging at his belt buckle, the look in his eyes bordering on predatory while he watched you watch him shoving his jeans down to his knees hastily and motioning for you to sit back down. You arranged your knees on either side of his lap while he pushed his boxers down. His tip was wet with precum and he curled a fist around the base of his length, pumping it a few times while he gazed up at you.

‘You gonna be a good girl ‘n keep quiet for me?’ His voice was low and rough with lust. ‘Don’t want nobody else seein’ you like this.’ 

You bit your lip and nodded absently, distracted by the sight of him stroking himself. His other hand tipped your jaw, forcing eye contact, demanding a verbal answer.

‘Yes, daddy.’

Joel hooked his fingers into the seam of your panties and pulled them to the side, then gripped your hips and guided you, lining you up. When you slid down on his length, your head fell back. Although you’d taken his fingers, it was nothing compared to the way his cock always managed to stretch you out. His hold on your hips grew tighter, growls of pleasure vibrating from his throat as he forced himself to stay still to let you adjust. It wasn’t easy. The juices of your earlier orgasm dampened the coarse hair that surrounded the base of his shaft as you impaled yourself further down on it.

Again, Joel glanced around the quiet neighborhood cautiously, but the only sign of movement was the branches of surrounding trees swaying in the soft night breeze. He started to move your hips, pulling them into him and then pushing them back out, urging you to move, and you started to rock against him. Your already swollen bud brushed against his skin, sending sparks of pleasure through your body that elicited small whines each time. 

Before long, Joel was thrusting his hips up into you, desperate to relieve some of the pent up lust that had been building from the second he saw you standing in the doorway. Growls and grunts fell from him pursed lips while his hands glided from your hips to the hem of your nightdress and slipped underneath the light fabric to knead your breasts. His breath was ragged and laboured. He was obviously holding back, but each of his thrusts became more forceful as they met yours, until you cried out louder than you had intended at the feeling of the tension steadily rising below your hips. 

He clasped a hand over your mouth, his eyes dark and dangerous and his voice low. ‘You want everybody in the damn neighborhood to hear you?’ You shook your head. ‘Want everyone to know what Daddy’s doin’ to you right now?’ Neither of you stopped moving despite his cautionary tone. The sound of your skin slapping against his echoed off the porch, and you were certain that if somebody was listening, it wouldn’t just be your moans that gave it away. Joel growled lowly and wetted his lip, you knew he could feel how close you were from the way your walls gripped him tightly, and the way you gushed around him. ‘You gonna let it go for me?’ Your eyes were desperate as you nodded, your sounds muffling under his hand.

Your eyes pinched shut as Joel’s hips thrusted up to meet yours with more vigour. ‘Then let it go for me, baby girl. Come on.’ Your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids and your nails dug deep into his biceps as waves of pleasure crashed over you. His hand did little to mute the sweet moans of overstimulation that wracked your body. Joel fell over the edge at the same time, his thrusts grew sloppier and his head fell back while you felt his warm release fill you up from the inside. 

After coming down from your peak, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. Joel’s hands delicately rubbed circles your back, keeping you impaled on his length that was slowly softening inside you, and he had no intention of withdrawing it. His lips pressed tender kisses to your forehead and cheeks while your breathing returned to a normal pace, and you felt the peace of the aftermath take over your body. 

‘Did so good for me, baby.’ He whispered as he watched your eyes close, and your nose nuzzle into the soft fabric of his flannel. ‘Such a good girl for me.’

He held you close in his warm embrace until he felt you relax in his lap. He watched your peaceful expression for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and picking up the guitar again. His arms wrapped around you to hold the instrument in front of your sleeping form, and he began to softly pick at the strings again, lulling you into a deeper sleep.

[rosesnurhair]

soccer player ellie headcanons cus she's so cute and I feel like she'd play either soccer, rugby, or softball!

{cw: idk much abt soccer, mention of bruises, a bit of sub!top!ellie, switch!reader, not lots of dialogue, ellie begs to eat reader out, nsfw and sfw separated, cum eating, use of “mommy” ellies just a big loser fr..}

sfw:

loser!goalie!ellie who when she looks at the scoreboard and notices that the opposing team is winning, stomps her foot on the ground and crosses her arms angrily and childishly; a moment which you constantly laugh at.

loser!goalie!ellie who's the most determined goalie you've ever seen, no seriously, she'll literally throw herself in the air to make sure the ball never even remotely touches the net, which stresses you out completely.

loser!goalie!ellie who melts into your touch whenever you bandage her bruises and press soft kisses to her forehead. “els anyone with two eyes could've seen that the ball was no where near the net, there was no need to almost do a cartwheel and nearly break your leg” proper place name backstory special stuff... cus she's not listening, obv too focused on how pretty the worried expression on your face looks right now.. tilting her head in her hands and smiling away. ^_^

loser!goalie!ellie who’s the happiest person alive when you praise her because she yearns for your validation at all times so when you're watching her practice out on the field, running back towards you during breaks to ask “did y’see that, aren't I doing so much better than last practice, didn't even have to get in any insane positions this time to block the ball!” in which you reply “ I did, you're doin’ so well els!” after that with a wide smile she'll skip back to the field twirling her auburn locks through her pointer finger!

loser!goalie!ellie who's the giddiest person ever when her team wins, she'll jump around and scream on the field then basically pounce on you to give you the biggest hug ever with a “WE WONNNN” like you can't see the scoreboard for yourself.

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nsfw:

loser!goalie!ellie who's immediately on you when you both arrive home, her hands are on your hips grinding her knee into your clothed cunt, her tongue swallowing yours, exchanging spit in the sloppiest manner possible, she's moaning into your mouth like a slut, already completely wet just from kissing you.

loser!goalie!ellie who acts like you're the one to score the points for her, breathlessly you sigh out “els— baby—wait let me cook for you or somethin, after all it's your win” and of course she uses an excuse along the lines of “couldnt have done it without you now please let me show just how appreciative I am pleaseplease—” begging to you eat out like the whore she is.. but you let her of course !

loser!goalie!ellie who's eating it like her life depended on it, her short hair disheveled and messy as your fingers are tangled in it, pushing her face closer to your heat, head lolling back with your freehand grasping onto the soft pillows, a string of uhh's and ohh— fuck's leave your slightly parted lips.

loser!goalie!ellie who's obsessed with your scent and taste, she'll get off on eating you out, taking her middle finger and making small circles on her clit as she's fucking her tongue in and out of your seeping hole, licking long stripes from your hole to your clit, your legs trembling as they close around her head to grind against her tongue, shaky breaths leave your lips as you cum right in her mouth and of course ellie doesn't miss a drop.

loser!goalie!ellie who goes “mmm— taste so good fuckfuckfuck thank you mommy thank you—” as she cums on her own fingers whilst licking yours up. you prop yourself up to look at the mess she's making, grinding against her own fingers, and glossy lips, taking kitten licks at your puffy cunt.

“mm— made mommy feel so good, my turn to take care of my girl now, hmm?” you say happily wanting to return the favor, and of course... she lets you ! <3

idk that much ab soccer sorry^_^

[fic-girlie]

Just a Shelf

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: In the quiet safety of Jackson, Joel helps you fix a shelf-but neither of you expect the repair to become a turning point. As the night unfolds, soft silences and shared warmth begin to bridge the distance between two people still learning how to live in peace.

Warnings: fluff, a little angst

It started with the damn shelf.

Well— technically, it started with the flour. You’d been halfway through reorganizing your pantry when your elbow accidently clipped the bag perched a little too close to the edge. It toppled forward in slow motion, knocking over two cans and a jar of pickled beets, and when you reached out to steady the shelf, the entire structure groaned and gave out. Wood cracked, nails popped, and a cloud of flour exploded over everything like snow in a blizzard.

You froze, breath caught in your chest, arms coated in white powder.

“Perfect,” you muttered, and crouched down after retrieving a rag from the kitchen to start cleaning.

The damage was manageable—no broken glass, no twisted ankles—but the shelf itself had split where one of the supports met the floor. At first you tried to fix it yourself, wedging a book under the broken leg, then another, then testing it with a light push. The thing wobbled like a drunk on a tightrope.

So, you did what seemed to be the best option. You called Joel.

You told yourself it was just because he was good with tools, and he could fix anything.

Not because you liked the sound of his voice on your porch or the way his eyes always softened when he saw you. No.

Just the shelf.

He showed up twenty minutes later, toolbox in one hand, his thick coat dusted with snow.

“You alright?” he asked first, stepping inside the house as you let him in.

“Nothing broken but my pride,” you said, managing a small smile. “Pantry put up a fight with me.”

Joel’s eyes swept over you—your flour-covered shirt, then he looked over to the pantry, the cans on the floor, the broken shelf—and he let out a soft huff. “Shelf lose?”

“Barely,” you said, motioning for him to follow you. “Come see the damage.”

He didn’t hesitate, immediately following you, snow crunching over his boots, but otherwise his movements were careful and quiet as always. Joel Miller didn’t make unnecessary noise. He moved like a man who’d spent years trying not to be noticed.

You watched him crouch beside the shelf, frown deepening as he examined the damage. His fingers slowly traced along the split wood, then pressed at the edge until it gave a little under his touch.

“Cracked clean through,” he muttered. “This leg’s about done too. Someone threw this together in an afternoon with scrap wood.”

“Well, sounds about right.”

“I can fix it.”

You smiled at his comment. “You always say that.”

Joel looked up at you from his crouching position. “That’s ‘cause I always can.”

He said it without arrogance. Just the simple truth. That’s how he was—quietly capable, never boastful. That kind of men who did what needed to be done and never expected anyone to notice his work or his actions.

But you noticed.

You noticed everything.

The way he rolled his sleeves up slowly, neatly. The way his hands moved with absolute certainty. The slight hitch in his breath when you knelt beside him, close enough for your knee to brush against his thigh. But he didn’t move away.

“I brought extra screws and some brackets,” he said, opening the toolkit. “I’ll brace the whole thing. After that it should hold better than before.”

“Hope it can survive the flour this time.”

Joel’s mouth quirked—just barely, but it was a smile, however small. You looked at him and you felt that smile as a spark in your chest.

He got to work, steady and focused. You watched him sand down the rough edge, line up a support brace, drive the screws in with slow, even pressure. It should’ve been mundane. Just a man fixing a shelf. But with Joel, everything felt… grounded. Like the world made a little more sense when he was in it. You sat cross-legged on the floor beside him, pretending to sort cans and jars while sneaking glances every few minutes.

“You don’t mind doing this kind of stuff, do you?” you asked after a while.

He didn’t look up. “Fixing shelves?”

“Helping me. With little things like this. Is it… a chore?”

Joel suddenly paused, hand resting lightly on the drill. Then he turned towards you, meeting your eyes for the first time since he walked inside your home.

“No,” he said. “Ain’t a chore.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Then what is it?”

He hesitated a little, his eyes jumping between you and the shelf. “It’s… being useful, I guess.”

“You’re always useful.”

He looked away at that, tightening a screw a little harder than necessary. “Well, not always in ways that matter.”

“Now, that’s not true.”

Joel didn’t respond. But his shoulders tensed, and something unreadable passed over his face. You could see it. He was battling inside. So, you reached out without thinking, fingers brushing against the back of his hand. “You’re more than that, Joel.”

He stilled under your touch.

“You’re steady. You make things feel safe,” you told him softly. “And the truth is, I like having you around.”

His eyes slowly lifted to yours, and for a moment, the air between you changed—thicker, warmer. There was something in his gaze that looked like disbelief. Or maybe it was longing. You were sure no one had said things like that to him in a long time. You could see it all over him.

“I like being around you,” he said, his voice almost too quiet to catch. But you did. You heard him.

Your throat tightened. “Yeah?”

Joel slowly nodded. “’S different with you.”

You swallowed hard and leaning back softly, suddenly aware of how close you were. “Well. You’re welcome here. Always. No matter the time or the excuse.”

He didn’t answer. But when he turned back to the shelf, his hand brushed yours again—deliberate this time. Just a light touch, like he wanted to remind himself that you were real, and you were sitting beside him.

When the shelf was finally fixed—braced and sanded and solid—he sat back, wiped his hands on a rag that you handed him, and glanced around like he didn’t want to leave yet.

“I could come back tomorrow,” he said, his voice steady but a little too casual. “Check the rest of the shelves. Make sure everything’s holdin’ up.”

You smiled at him. “You just want an excuse to come over again.”

Joel looked at you—really looked. And this time, he didn’t glance away. He looked straight into your eyes.

“Don’t need an excuse,” he said.

Your breath caught in your throat.

The moment held there, hanging in the warmth between you. Something had cracked open—quiet and unspoken, but it was there all the same. You reached down, picked up a can of peaches, and placed it gently on the newly fixed shelf.

“Well,” you started, smiling up at him. “Guess that means I’ll have to find a new excuse for you to stay longer next time.”

His eyes crinkled at the edges.

“I’ll be here.”

And he meant it.

Maybe it started with a shelf.

But it wasn’t about the shelf at all.

The next day the house felt too still.

You’d never minded the quiet before. In fact, you used to love it—after years of noise, danger, people shouting or crying or warning, silence had felt like a kind of luxury. It was a sign you were safe.

But today, it just made the space feel… expectant. Like the walls were holding their breath and waiting for something to happen.

You tried to act normal. Folded the laundry. Swept the porch. Rearranged a drawer that didn’t need rearranging. At one point, you even found yourself staring at the repaired shelf in your pantry, running your fingers along the fresh screws Joel had put in yesterday. It felt stronger now, more secure. Like something that would hold up, no matter what weight you put on it.

The kind of thing he was good at fixing.

And when the knock came—three soft, firm taps—you told yourself your heart didn’t skip a beat.

You opened the door and there he was: Joel Miller, standing in the cold dusk like a promise kept. His shoulders were dusted with snow, toolbox in one hand, wearing the same brown jacket and that same unreadable expression that never quite masked how much he actually felt.

“I said I’d come back,” he said, voice a low rasp.

“I know,” you said, smiling. “Didn’t doubt you.”

You stepped back to let him in. He wiped his boots on the mat, ever-polite, even now. The warmth of your house closed around him as he passed through the door. He paused just inside, eyes scanning the room the way he always did—absent, maybe even unconscious. A habit left over from years of facing danger. But you noticed it had softened. He wasn’t looking for exits anymore. No. Just… observing. Familiarizing.

“Coffee?” you offered. “Still have some leftover from this morning.”

He gave a small grunt—that Joel kind of yes—and you took that as a go-ahead. While you moved into the kitchen, you heard him set the toolbox down, shrug off his coat and hang it on the hook by the door. Like he’d done it before. Like he’d do it again.

When you handed him the mug, his fingers brushed yours. They lingered. Just for a moment. He sipped, gave a small nod of approval, and you tried not to beam like a fool.

“Which shelf are we fixing today?” you asked, your tone teasing.

“This one,” he said crouching beside the lower pantry unit. “Not broken yet, but it’s got a loose bracket. Better catch it now than later.”

You sat down beside him, cross-legged like yesterday, your knee brushing his leg. He didn’t move away. And neither did you.

He reached into the toolbox, pulled out a bracket, a handful of screws and a screwdriver. His fingers moved with that quiet precision you’d come to admire—slow, thoughtful, like he never rushed a thing unless he had to.

“Are you always this careful with your repairs?” you asked.

Joel didn’t look up. “Things done fast break faster.”

“And things done slow…?”

He paused mid-turn, then gave a low, nearly imperceptible smile. “Tend to last.”

You watched him measure the angle of the shelf, adjust the brace, then lean forward to drive the screw in with quiet force. His sleeves were pushed up again, exposing strong forearms that flexed with each movement. You found yourself watching the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin, each motion deliberate, steady. There was a quiet strength in him, in everything he did, that you admired. It was in the way he worked, the way he carried himself, the way he was always present, even when the world around him hadn’t always been.

You caught yourself for a moment, realizing how long you’d been staring at him, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Joel?” you asked softly, breaking the silence between you two.

“Hm?”

“You could’ve said no, you know. To coming back.”

He didn’t stop working, but you saw how his jaw slightly shifted and how his lips twitched. “Didn’t wanna.”

You smiled. “Just making sure.”

He finally glanced at you, his expression softer now. “You don’t want me here, I’ll go.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Didn’t have to,” he said, voice almost a whisper. “Just… makin’ sure, too.”

You looked at him. Really looked. The tired eyes, the quiet gravity, the way he said things like he expected you to push him away.

“I like when you’re here,” you said. “It feels better.”

Joel sat back on his heels, wiping his hands on a rag. He looked down at the shelf, then back at you. “Feels different, this place. When I’m here.”

“How?”

“Warm,” he said. “Like the world stays outside, it doesn’t follow me in.”

Your breath caught.

He shifted beside you, gaze dropping to your hands—resting palm-up on your lap, open without realizing. His hand moved slowly, almost hesitantly, until his fingers brushed yours. He paused there, waiting, watching your reaction, before slipping his hand into yours properly.

Rough. Calloused. Steady.

You squeezed gently, and his thumb moved in the smallest arc across the back of your hand. Like a habit he was just allowing himself to form.

“You don’t have to keep fixing things just to come over,” you said with the softest voice.

He didn’t answer at first. Just looked down at your joined hands, brows drawn tight.

“I don’t know what else I’d do,” he admitted. “If I wasn’t helping you.”

“You could just sit on the couch. Let me make you dinner. Tell me about your day.”

Joel exhaled like the idea itself was foreign.

“I ain’t used to that,” he said. “People wantin’ me around just to be.”

“I do,” you said.

He looked up. And there was something so tender in his eyes then—something raw and hopeful, like a man halfway through thawing from winter.

“I could stay for a while,” he offered.

You nodded. “I’d like that.”

He didn’t let go of your hand. And neither did you.

[multiverseofseries]

New Trailer for second season of The Last Of Us is out

[eatmascs]

me when she kills an entire city bc she's just a patootie 🎀

[melonluver]

Ellie Williams Comfort Phone Call Audio

You are upset and you want your girlfriend, Ellie to come over and comfort you.

made with elevenlabs

(requests are appreciated)

[pascalxp]

And I thought episode 2 made me a train wreck, geeez

[elliesexual]

scissor tonight?? ✂️✂️✂️ scissor tonight queen??? ✂️✂️✂️✂️

creds to @elliebooger on pinterest

[saturnyo]

Birthday Gift

Thanks anon for this request

Relationship: dbfJoel x reader one-shot

Warnings: language, fluff, smut (duh, of course), profanity, degradation, praise, penetration, nicknames(daddy, etc.)

Summary: Your dad decides to have a party for your birthday. Everything goes great until you see your dad's best friend, Joel Miller. After a few years away, he's finally back in town and more handsome than ever, but also off limits. But after a few flirty glances and a moment alone with each other, a spark ignites, one that is not able to be tamed

WC: 3.9k

***I do hope the person who requested this and whomever else comes across this enjoys it. I'm just starting out so it's definitely not perfect but despite that I am pretty proud of it :)***

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He's your dad's best friend. You have known him since you were a teenager, and he used to be your next-door neighbor. That never changed until now.

You didn't expect to see him. You were mingling around at your party, talking with family and neighbors alike. the warm summer breeze carried the sound of your laughter and the constant hum of cicadas,

until you heard it

The rough southern drawl of a familiar voice. Joel Miller. You aren't sure why your heartbeat started to pick up speed, but his voice affected you in a way you never felt before. Turning around, you see him standing there in a loose-fitting t-shirt and blue jeans with his hair slicked back as a few strands fell onto his forehead. “God, he was handsome”, you said to yourself.

The last few times you visited home, something was different between you two. The looks lasted longer, and the hugs lingered. The occasional nod and few spoken words turned into small laughs and smile lines. You started to see him in a different light.

But now you are turning 25, and just the sight of him makes you soaking wet. You see your dad gesture Joel over to you before someone calls his name, excusing himself before walking away.

The look he gave you made you weak in the knees. You muster up some courage before walking over, taking a sip from your cup as you do. you felt you also needed some liquid courage.

“Hey now, look who it is. Been too long.” Joel remarked. The roughness of his voice combined with his strong arms wrapping around you in a hug with the smell of his cologne doesn't help the ache that is growing between your legs

"Hey, it's definitely been a long time," you muttered. His eyes rake over you, taking in your outfit. A flicker of something passed in his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared.

“Tell me, how’s life been goin’ lately? Keepin’ you busy?”

"Are you being genuine, or are you just doing it to be nice?" you said humorously. A small smile fluttered upon Joel's face, and god, you thought he couldn't look more handsome at that moment. Heat rose in your face, looking down at your feet and avoiding his gaze.

“Hey, I’m bein’ honest here. Your dad’s mentioned you went to college—I’d love to hear more ‘bout it.”

You hear someone call your name from across the yard, catching your attention.

“Well, looks like someone else is tryna steal your time now… guess I’ll have to share, huh?” Joel mused

"It appears so. I must be a hot commodity." You start to walk away before you hear him say something under his breath

“And Darlin’, you look like a ray of sunshine in that dress—just downright beautiful,” he whispered

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The sun is setting as the warm orange glow cascades across the sky. The atmosphere has died down a bit, but everyone is still enjoying themselves instead for you. The entire night, you have been tortured by the thought and presence of Joel.

Since you were a teen, he's been around your house helping or hanging out with your dad. The man who would once carpool you and your friends to and from school is now the man looking at you like he is starving, and you are the food that he needs to quench his hunger. You watch him go inside the house, and you aren't sure where your burst of confidence came from, but you followed him inside

As you walked inside, you couldn't find him anywhere. going down the hallway before suddenly you felt someone pulling you into your bedroom. A hand clamps down on your mouth as they press you up against the door. these rough, calloused hands felt familiar

“You really thought you could slip away that easy? All those little glances… that sundress… Tell me, darlin’, did you put it on, knowin’ I wouldn’t be able to look away?”

Joel whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. your hands in a bind as he puts them behind your back, holding you in place. you could feel his hard cock against your ass as he grinded against you.

Using one of his hands, you felt him slide it slowly up the back of your dress squeezing your ass. The teasing is pure torture.

“Darlin’, say somethin’. ‘Cause if your dad knew… and you keep lookin’ at me like that—I’m hangin’ on, but barely.”

"Please… don’t stop… I need you, Joel…" you whimpered. Whatever self-control Joel had shattered at your words. Whatever hesitations either of you had are now gone. flipping you around with your back against the door, he grips his hand around your throat.

"On your knees," Joel demanded

You didn't hesitate or make him wait. You did what you were told. getting on your knees, Joel starts to unbuckle his belt frantically as if he'd die if it takes a moment longer. finally his cock springs forth as pre cum is already dripping down.

“Fuck, baby… look at what you’ve done to me. Do you even know how long I’ve been waitin’ for this? How many nights I’ve had to fight every damn part of me just to keep from losin’ control?”

He gathers your hair in his hands, gripping it tightly as you put his cock into your mouth. You hear him let out a low groan

“Fuck… I don’t think I’m gonna last too long.”

You wanted more. You knew you could take more. You wanted to feel every bit of him. putting your hands and using them to grip his ass, you push your head further down taking his entire length. tears fell from your eyes at how much you were taking, but you wanted this...you needed this.

Joel's body was shuddering more and more as your head bobbed up and down faster and faster. using your tongue to flick the slit at the head of his cock, you can hear his mumurs of appreciation as he edges closer and closer. He places a hand on the door, bracing himself as you feel him twitch inside your mouth

“Shit… I’m right there, baby. So damn close it hurts. You don’t even know what you’re doin’ to me.” Joel mummurs

His thrusts become more urgent and aggressive until his cum shoots into the back of your throat, swallowing every last drop. freeing his cock from your mouth, Joel lifts your face by your chin helping you stand up.

“Happy birthday, darlin’" he said, smirking.

You smirked back until you heard a knock at the door

"Sweetheart? Are you in there? Have you seen Joel anywhere?"

shit it was your dad. You look at Joel frantically not knowing what to do

"Yeah, I'm ok. and no, I haven't seen him."

"ok, well, if you see him, let me know."

Your dad's footsteps are heard as the stairs' floorboards creak. Once he gets far enough away, you heave a sigh of relief, looking back to Joel. There's a different look on his face now, almost a sign of...guilt?...regret? You didn't have time to question it as he ushered you out, waiting for you to go before he sneaked out. As you walked back down the long hallway, glancing back at Joel, you saw his unreadable expression.

Now, you have an entirely new problem. What will you do with these growing feelings, and how will you keep it a secret

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it started slowly at first.

the secret meetings, the late night phone calls

Every single time you and Joel were together, a part of yourself stayed behind with him. the more time went on the more you realized the one thing that would make your already difficult relationship harder to hide...

You fell in love

Once you realized this, you kept Joel at arm's length. The secret meetings became less frequent. you didn't have late night phone calls as often. Joel certainly couldn't just walk over at any time and ask for you directly; it would be too suspicious.

After a few weeks of hardly any talking, eventually, it all came to a head.

Ms. Johnson, the town's know-it-all, was holding a Fourth of July party for the entire neighborhood. Whether it was to be kind or be in everybody's business, you figured it was the latter. despite what her reasons were, you knew he would be there. Joel has been trying to contact you for weeks but you ignored him. afraid of facing the truth and afraid of what your dad would say especially your town. It was a very close-knit community.

You dragged your feet all the way over to the party, zoning out as you tried to listen to your dad drone on about something going on at work. You get to the house, walk through the living room, and go to the backyard, where you see Joel. Your heart lurches out of your chest. You missed him terribly. As if he could feel your presence, he turned and saw you. his eyes softened at the sight of you standing there "like a vision of beauty," he would whisper to you as he slowly thrust into you, pinning you to his bed.

You didn't know whether or not to go to Joel first, but it looks like Ms. Johnson beat you to it. She saunters over to Joel, placing a hand on his shoulder trying to act like she's familiar with him...too damn familiar. A part of you wanted to walk over there and rip her arm away from him, but you couldn't. your relationship was still a secret. to get your mind off everything, you started to drink and dance away your feelings.

Every so often, you would look over and find him already looking at you. You became brazen and angry but not sure with what exactly. Was it yourself? Joel? Ms. Johnson? or all of the above.

All you knew was you needed another drink. Walking over to the table that was set up, you see Ms. Johnson beside you. You try to ignore her, but she stops you as you try to walk away from the table.

“You ain’t as slick as you’d like to think, sugar. I see right through you,” she remarked

"Excuse me?"

“You gonna deny it? You think I didn’t notice? You can try, but I ain’t buyin’ it—not for a second.”

"I literally have no clue what you are talking about, which means you are wasting my time."

“Listen here, sugar… I saw those looks you two been throwin’ around, and don’t even think for a second I didn’t notice you sneakin’ over to Joel’s place every damn night for weeks.” Ms. Johnson added. her voice is low, whispering as quietly as she can, “I know your daddy doesn’t have a clue… His best friend? He’d be really disappointed if he knew. And what do you think everyone else would say if they found out?”

Your heart thudded in your chest. The relevation washed over you. She knew.

That nosy bitch

"And what do you gain for this? Do you have a silly little crush on him? Even if you do reveal the secret, who's to say he would want you?" you replied

That clearly angered her, as you saw her face turn red. but before she could continue with her threats, Joel walked up

"Is there a problem?" Joel muttered

You glanced behind you. Joel was visibly tense; you could see him clench and unclench his jaw. Ms. Johnson's mood changes suddenly, as she sees him walk up trying to save face.

"Oh sweetheart, of course not. it’s just us gals chattin’, sugar. Nothin’ more to it."

She starts to walk away but glances at you one last time. you knew what the look meant, Joel coming to your defence confirmed it for her. She's going to tell your dad, and now she may also tell everyone else.

"Joel...she..." you whispered. You were afraid of what would happen. He placed a hand gently, subtly on your shoulder.

"I know. I saw it all. I think I need to get you out of here."

"No. If she says something, I can't sit here and let you face the repercussions from my dad alone."

"You have been drinking. You need to rest," Joel stated

"I don't want to go home. I can't face my dad right now."

“Darlin’, for tonight, stay at my place. I’ll feel better knowin’ you’re under my roof, just to make sure.”

"Ok..." you muttered weakly.

You gave you no protests. You let Joel guide you out of the party, not caring anymore who sees. After a few hours, Joel headed over to your home to speak with your dad to try to appease the situation.

Sitting on the couch, aimlessly watching whatever movie played automatically, you hear the soft click of the front door closing. You jumped from the couch and ran to Joel. Gasping once you saw the condition he was in. His face was swollen and bruised. One of his eyes was barely open, already swollen shut by a growing bruise. He also had a split lip with dried blood smeared.

"Did...did my dad do this?" Tears flowed from your eyes as you saw the rest of the damage. It was all your fault. you felt it was all your fault

“Hey, hey, it’s not your fault, darlin’. He’s your dad, and he’s just protective. I let him do what he needed to, didn’t fight back…all for you.”

You stood there for a few minutes hugging Joel, tears flowing from your eyes as you constantly apologized. and of course, he kept reassuring you it wasn't your fault. eventually, you grabbed a first aid kit and started to clean up the cuts the best you could

After you had stitched him up, you two curled up on the couch with the glare of the TV in the background.

"Joel...there's something I have to tell you. i..."

“It’s alright, darlin’. I know… and I love you too. You mean more to me than you’ll ever realize, and I’m here. Always.”

You lifted up your head and kissed him softly. his hands cradled your face in such a gentle way

“Say it again, darlin’. I need to hear it.”

"I love you, Joel Miller."

He lets out a low growl as he picks you up and sits you on his lap.

"God, you drive me insane," he muttered

His hand is on the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly close. He's a starving man, and you are his bread.

It feels like your body is on fire as he trails kisses along your collarbone. You arch your back, letting out a moan.

"Fuck… Joel…"

Joel's strong arms lift you up and carry you into his room. You have never been in here before. It smells like sage and whiskey, just like Joel. He carries you further into his room before placing you in front of a mirror.

You see him look at you... no... admire you through the mirror. taking his time with you as if tonight would be the last time he ever saw you again. He slowly unbuttons your shirt, as he whispers into your ear

"You are beautiful, and I want to show you exactly how much."

His fingers slowly trail down between your breasts as you lean into his touch. Joel's hands palmed your breasts, squeezing your nipples, making you gasp

"Joel...please..."

“Please what, darlin’? Don’t hold back now. I need to hear you say it.”

The way he's teasing you makes you frustrated. you grind your ass in his crotch making him shudder. he grabs your throat making you look at him

“Now, darlin’, behave yourself. Say it—don’t make me ask again.”

His hands drift further down your body, frustratingly slow. He stops at the waistband of your pants

"Daddy...please...."

“Well, there you go. Was it really that tough, sweetheart?”

You groan in frustration again as he starts to strip your clothes slowly. kissing every inch of your body as he continues to whisper sweet nothings into your skin.

"god, you are beautiful."

"How did a man like me get so lucky?"

"You are just perfect."

As you stand naked in front of the mirror, you see him slowly strip his clothes as well. His rugged body is just perfect. Joel's strong arms cradle you ever so slightly as he bends you over in front of the mirror.

“Now, let me make you feel good… just like you deserve.”

You shiver as he places kisses along your spine. He places his hands on your waist, bracing himself as he pushes his cock inside you.

"Fuck...."

"Fuck..."

You arched your back, forcing Joel to speed up his pace. Your hips slamming into his demanded more as he lifted you up slightly pressing your soft skin into his. your hands drift into his hair, gripping and holding on through the pleasure.

You feel Joel's fingers slowly delve into your folds as you yell out a moan so loud that you think even the neighbors could hear you.

That only seemed to drive him forward as he kissed your neck, saying your name over and over again

“I don’t ever wanna forget this… the feel of you against me, hearin’ you call out my name. it drives me wild."

you feel something building up inside. his cock and fingers are working together in tandem bringing forth a shuddering orgasm.

"oh god, fuck...Joel!"

Your orgasm shudders through your body, making you weak in your knees. Thankfully, Joel was holding on tightly, or else you would have collapsed onto the floor. but he doesn't stop there. he continues to fuck you through your orgasm

"I don't know if I can take anymore Joel..."

“You can, baby… I know you can. Just hold on to me.”

You feel him twitch inside you as his cum fills you up. the feeling of him twitching and spilling himself is too much for you.

"fuck Joel...i'm cumming again.."

Joel holds you whispering in your neck as you ride through your second orgasm. you lean into him, tired, wet, and breathless as he kisses you on the forehead

"I love you..."

"I love you too sweetheart..."

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A few days go by, and by now, everyone in town knows. Ms. Johnson kept her promise and told everyone she could get her claws into. Everywhere you went, whispers and stares followed, but now you don't care anymore. You love him, and he loves you.

The thought of that sends a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest. Joel loves you...

After day five, even though you didn't want to, you and Joel agreed it was time for you to speak to your dad. As you walk through the living room of your home, you see your dad sitting at the kitchen table, a glass of whiskey in hand.

"Dad?"

His head whips up in your direction. His bloodshot eyes tell you he's been drinking quite a bit.

"Oh...you are back? Or are you leaving again?" he asked. it broke your heart a little when he said that. Clearly, he was struggling with the news he found out a few nights ago. his voice nearly a whisper, "so you and Joel...how long has that been going on?"

"Since my birthday..." you replied. You hear your dad suck in a breath at the relevation

"Two months...two months a friend of mine has been with my daughter," he said angrily

"Dad...don't start. you have no idea..." you started to speak, but he cut you off

"I do have an idea. Both of you lied to me, and you are my daughter," he yelled

Your anger was rising. You came to Joel's defense; it was all that mattered right now

"Yes, we lied, and you know why we did? because of the way you are acting now." You exhaled, your voice shaking, "Look Dad, I know it's difficult, but I love him, and he loves me. and those bruises you gave him are because he didn't fight back for me...because he still holds you in a high regard."

"He didn't...he chose not to fight back?" he whispered

"No, he didn't because I asked him not to, and he is a good man; you know that." Your hands are shaking waiting for your dad to say something.

"Fine...it ain't gonna be easy, but...I don't want to lose you or him." he stops, taking a deep breath. "So, I am willing to work on it...to work on this because if you are happy sweetheart, that's all that matters to me."

Tears formed in your eyes as you gave your dad a tight hug. Everything was finally ok...for now, but that's better than nothing

"How about we watch one of those terrible rom com movies you love so much and order in a pizza? sounds good?"

"Sounds good, Dad."

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Two years later

It took a while for your dad to accept it, but he eventually came around. Even Sarah accepted the idea. It was a little weird for her at first since you two went to school together, but ultimately, she was happy for you two

Your birthday rolled around once more, and you decided to hold it at Joel's this time.

You walked onto Joel's deck, looking out to his backyard and seeing everyone you love with you tonight. You feel Joel's arms wrap around your waist, standing behind you as you look at the party guests.

"Do you like it?" He questioned. Sarah told you he spent weeks agonizing over the most minor details for your party. You joked you've never seen him so domesticated, which, of course, earned you a scowl.

"Of course, I love it. It's perfect." You kissed him as you stared lovingly into his eyes.

You see Sarah run over to you both

"Hey dad, are you ready?"

Looking at the two of them confused. You wonder what they meant

"What do you mean? Is everything alright?

"Of course, darlin, it's just..." Joel trails off, looking a bit shy as Sarah buts in

"It's for your birthday present," she said smiling

"My birthday present?" you said, looking to Joel. "Well, it seems that Joel Miller has a heart after all."

You laugh as Joel starts to glare at you

"Come on, Dad, it's time," Sarah insisted

You three step out into the middle of the yard as everyone starts to gather around you. Sarah hands Joel a guitar. You knew Joel played from time to time

If I ever were to lose you I'd surely lose myself

Everything I have found dear I've not found by myself

You feel tears welling up in your eyes. He's singing this song for you, just for you. he has stolen your heart in a way you didn't expect

I believe And I believe 'cause I can see Our future days Days of you and me

Joel finishes the song as everyone begins to clap. You walk up to him and kiss him, trying to pour every ounce of love you have for him into it. In a mere matter of months, your life changed dramatically, and you wouldn't ever change it

"i love you Joel Miller"

“I love you too, darlin’. I truly do.”

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