#tlou ii

[amourrs]

peppering abby’s face with lipstick kisses in varying shades, red overlapping with mauve and soft pink and brown-lip-liner-clear-gloss combos as you cover every inch of skin with your imprints. when there’s no space left unsullied on the canvas of her face, you traverse your way down to her neck, red flush curling up her skin as you ‘accidentally’ graze her sweet spot with your teeth. when you finally snap the picture that had been the object of your afternoon activities all along, abby’s almost loathe to wipe the marks off her face— she won’t admit it, but she kinda likes the silly shit you make her do. not that she needs to admit it to you when you heard the whimper that left her throat when your canines brushed against her flesh— which is the reason your girlfriend finds you marking her up again twenty minutes later, although not quite in the same way. soft red, pink and mauve rings adorn her skin, but these promise to stay longer as they trail their way down her throat, over the expanse of her chest, one left teasingly above her v-line as you nuzzle your nose into the junction between her thigh and her crotch. her hips buck up desperately, but you lift your head up. she tries to grab it back, to drag you to where she most needs you, but you’re preoccupied with something she can’t quite see until you turn around and place the tiny tube down, lips painted in a soft cerise as you press them to her hip and pull your phone out for another photo. this one isn’t to be posted, though, not when your girlfriend’s dripping cunt is in view, two of your fingers pushed into her sodden core and crooked towards you as her back arches and pushes her lipstick-stained hip perfectly into view of the camera. no— you think you’ll keep this one for your private collection.

[moved2fshfish]

rip shimmer i miss u every day

[ripcupid]

helping hand

୨୧ you work for your dad’s best friend, Joel, on his farm where you end up falling off a horse after he says not to.

୨୧ dbf! joel x reader

୨୧ word count: 1.7k

- I’ve always wanted to write dbf anything so I basically just threw it in here. I think i went a little crazy

“Sit,” Joel demands, pointing to his dining room chair as he goes to get his first aid kit. You huff as you limp through his kitchen and plop down in the chair. You watch as he searches through the kit, the annoyed scowl on his face giving away his frustration with your clumsiness.

“I’m fine, Joel, I promise,” you say, making Joel pause and look at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I told you to be careful,” Joel lightly scolds you as he kneels in front of you, pulling your leg into his lap and inspecting the scrape.

“I was careful, It's not my fault the horse scares easily,” you groan, mumbling the last part under your breath as you cross your arms in annoyance.

“If you were then how did you end up on the ground, hm? What’s your dad gonna think when I bring his daughter home all cut up?” He continues to scold you, making you roll your eyes and cuss at him under your breath. Joel presses a cloth against the scrape, causing you to wince in pain.

"Fuck! That hurt, Joel,” you cuss, pushing him with your foot. He shoots you a disapproving look, making you mutter an apology and sink back into the chair.

“You should’ve listened to me, could’ve been a lot worse,” He tsk, pulling out a bandage from his kit. You watch as he carefully applies the bandage, feeling his fingers lightly brushing against your calf. You chuckle as he presses a kiss to the bandaged knee before looking up at you. "'M done," he groans as he stands, reaching to help you up, "anywhere else you need bandaging?"

"Maybe," you tease with a mischievous grin, showing him the small scrapes on your hands that are barely there.

"You're fine," he says with a slight annoyance in his voice, rolling his eyes at your attempt to get more of his attention.

"But they hurt," you pout, trying to look as pitiful as possible.

"C’mere," he sighs, giving in to you, bringing your hand to his face and gently kissing the scrapes, causing your grin to widen as he keeps his eyes locked on yours.

"Better?" he asks against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You nod, feeling the warmth of his lips linger on your skin. As you pull away, you notice a teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, making you roll your eyes. "Now what do you say?" Joel raises an eyebrow, waiting for your response as he puts away the first aid kit.

"Thank you, Joel," you smile, trailing your eyes down his body as he walks back, taking a seat across from you. His gaze lingers on your body for a moment before he smiles and says, "Anytime, darlin'," his accent makes your face heat up.

"You know," you start, leaning against the table, "I don't have to be home for a while." Joel's smirk widens as he leans back in his chair, his legs spreading slightly.

"Really?"

You nod, giggling as he coaxes you closer and into his lap, holding you tightly against his chest. "I know how to waste the time," he whispers, his voice low and husky. You gasp in surprise when Joel buries his face into your neck, teasing your sensitive skin with his lips.

You can't help but moan softly as his beard tickles your skin, pushing closer to him. His hands slide down to your legs, finding their way under your skirt, and start to slowly caress your thighs, making your body heat up. Joel pulls back, lifting you up and onto the table, holding your face as he stands between your legs.

His eyes lock with yours, stroking your cheek as he whispers, "Ya sure about this?" You nod eagerly, feeling the ache building between your thighs as he brushes over your plush lips with his thumb.

With a mischievous smile, Joel leans in and captures your lips in a passionate and hungry kiss. He quickly pulls off your shirt, leaving your chest exposed to the warm evening air coming through an open window. His hands find their way to your tits, teasing and groping them gently as he continues to kiss you fervently. You arch your back in response, craving more of his touch as you tangle your fingers in his graying hair.

As his hands find their way back under your skirt, you spread your legs eagerly. You pull back from the kiss, panting softly as you lock eyes with Joel, a pleading look in your eyes. You grab his hand and guide it higher, softly begging him to touch you where you need him most. “Please, touch me, Joel,” you plead in a breathy whisper, making Joel's cock twitch in jeans. He smirks at your desperation, his fingers inching closer to your aching cunt.

"You're so eager, darlin'," Joel murmurs against your open waiting lips, causing a small whimper to escape. His hands slide higher up your thigh before pressing his fingers against your aching cunt, making you gasp softly.

Your breath quickens as Joel rubs your throbbing clit through your panties, making you grab onto his forearm. "That feels so good," you moan, your voice breathless.

"Yeah?" he teases, making you nod eagerly. You grind against his hand, clinging onto him tightly as you feel his hand slip under your panties, his fingers playing with your sensitive clit.

“You're so fuckin' wet," he groans, his voice making you moan pathetically in response. You drop your head back, getting overwhelmed as Joel slides his fingers inside you, curling it just right to hit that spot that makes you cry out. “‘ can feel you squeezing me,” Joel grunts as he moves to kiss your jaw, his hot breath against your skin driving you insane.

You fall back on the table, completely lost in the pleasure he's giving you. Your moans fill his house as Joel stretches your cunt around his thick fingers, slowly fucking you causing you to grip onto his bicep for support.

"I wanna taste you, baby, so bad," he murmurs against your jaw moving to your lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss. He removes his fingers from your cunt, making you whimper at the loss. "Shh, I gotcha," he whispers, kissing down your squirming body, until he reaches your damp panties and he slowly slides them off, revealing your wetness to him. You cry out shamelessly as Joel sucks your swollen clit into his mouth.

Your hands tangle in his hair, grinding your hips against his face as Joel groans against your cunt, closing his eyes at the taste of you. "Oh my god, Joel, you feel so good," you moan, pushing him closer to you, your thigh trembling around his head and your eyes squeezing shut. Joel's strong arms hold you tightly as you writhe in pleasure, his tongue expertly flicking against your sensitive nub. "Ah-, fuck," you gasp, "I'm gonna cum, baby."

Your body arches off the table as waves of pleasure wash over you, leaving you breathless and completely spent. Joel continues sucking your puffy and swollen clit until you start to push him away, his lips leaving you with a dazed grin.

As you come down from your high, Joel stands, towering over you with a satisfied smirk on his face. He watches you on his table with a hunger in his eyes, clearly not done with you yet. You can't help but feel his eyes roaming over your semi-naked body. "Look at me, baby," he whispers, reaching for his belt and slowly undoing it.

"'M so sensitive right now, Joel," you whimper, looking up at him as you try to close your legs but his strong hands gently hold them open.

"I know, baby," he mockingly coos, "but you can take it. You always do." Joel pulls you to the edge of the table before he takes out his leaking and throbbing cock, grasping it firmly in his hand as he positions himself between your legs.

He slides himself through your slick folds with a smirk, savoring the way you gasp and squirm away from the overstimulation. "Stay still, baby," he pants, closing his eyes for a second as he grabs your leg. His movements are slow and deliberate, teasing you with each drag of his length against your sensitive clit.

“You feel so good," he huffs, his voice low and husky. "Just can't get enough of this pussy," he whispers. His fingers dig into your calf as he holds you open, his cock leaking all over your cunt.

"Please, I need you inside me," you beg, feeling his tip pressing against your entrance. A long needy moan escapes your lips as he finally enters you, filling you. Joel grabs your hip, keeping you right where he wants you as he starts to thrust deeply, his pace making your tits bounce with each movement.

"Mhm, y'so deep," you mumble, closing your eyes, letting the moans and whimpers fall freely from your lips. Joel's hand comes up to your face, holding your face and stroking your heated cheek with his thumb. You hold onto his wrist, leaning into his touch, kissing his palm softly before panting, "I gonna cum again, Joel."

"Ah fuck, me too, darlin'," Joel groans, his movements becoming sloppy as he feels you tighten around him. As you come around him, your thighs twitch and your mind goes blank, every thought is replaced by the feeling of Joel deep inside you.

Joel sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, strings of cuss words falling from his lips as he quickly pulls out and releases on your stomach, his chest heaving. He stands back for a second to catch his breath, a chuckle slipping out when he looks down at the current state of you.

"Damn, 'm sorry, darlin'," he says, rushing off to the nearby kitchen to grab a damp cloth to clean you up. As he returns, he gently wipes away the mess, making you giggle softly through your daze.

"It's okay, Joel," you pant, looking down at him with amusement. "It's not the first time," you tease, a smile playing on your lips as he finishes cleaning you up. As he finishes, he pulls you to sit back up and leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Ya okay?" he asks softly, gathering your shirt and helping you put it back on as you nod. "Good, gotta get you home now, don't want your dad to worry," he says, checking his watch. You chuckle as he helps you stand up and guides you out of his house, to his beat-up truck out front

Too much?

[swftsp]

[lotties-ashwagandha]

SNOWED IN

ellie williams x fem!reader, 564 words

kinktober day twelve: high sex (weed) (NSFW)

With the patrol outpost snowed in — one of the old lodges you and Ellie were scheduled to watch outside of Jackson — the two of you had been stuck. With nothing else to do and no way to leave the lodge until tomorrow morning at the very earliest, you had taken Ellie’s suggestion gratefully when she’d pulled out a joint and a lighter.

Now, you sit beside her on a sofa by a window in the lounge. Snow has piled up to the windowsill, and you have no idea how you’re going to get out of here in the morning, but in the weed-induced haze overtaking your mind it’s far from your top priority.

You shift your gaze to Ellie. She looks out at the snow, and the dim light of it casts a glow over her features. She looks soft for once — guard always up in her journeys, always holding a steady ammunition of quips and jokes to get her out of anything that comes her way, but here she is quiet. There's a gentleness in her expression that you miss seeing as frequently during the busy winter months in Jackson.

Ellie meets your gaze. She gives you a quizzical look, though when you take the chance to clamber into her lap she looks grateful for the sudden attention.

“You’re stunning,” you say, the words sounding a little awkward as they come from you. You realize you must sound a little high, though no more than she is.

“You are high,” Ellie smiles, voicing your thoughts, though she can’t help how she seems to be feeling the effects of the weed herself.

You shrug, running a hand through her hair, still straddling her lap. She looks up at you with longing, obvious in the way it mirrors yours. You lean down to kiss her — it’s filled with yearning, her hands sliding under your shirt to run up your sides. Her touch is reverent, soft, almost soothing. Slow as you both sink deeper into your high.

Ellie pushes you down to lay flat on the couch. From where she sits between your legs she pulls your shirt off, kissing down the newly revealed expanse of your stomach. She unbuttons your pants, pulling them off of you and starting to kiss up your thighs. She’s gentle with you, and you’re pliable in her arms, feeling your need for her rise dangerously with every passing moment. It’s so much more intense when you’re high, the feeling of her biting into your thighs, fingers ghosting over your clit just enough to have you squirming for more.

Ellie looks up at you for a moment from between your thighs — her eyes tell of her craving, and you feel it for yourself when her tongue runs through your folds and immediately you’re enveloped in the pleasure of it. Her grip on you tightens, an arm looped around one of your thighs as she tries to hold you still.

You gasp at her tongue running over your clit, as she focuses on it and draws a moan from you. Your head is clouded from the weed so beautifully, your mind has died and your body lives on divinely under her touch.

Ellie sucks your clit, and you feel yourself driven closer to euphoria — her nails rake over your thigh, keeping you grounded under the ecstasy that pulls you closer to oblivion.

[keexshound]

i understand joel had it coming to him for years, but the saltlake crew still pissed me off in his death scene. like, they had their reasons, and it was understandable, but damn it still made me mad.

on another note, i don't think people really grasp how traumatic that was for ellie. she's alone in a cold basement with strangers holding her down. the only people she knows in that room is her unconscious uncle-like figure that she might have assumed dead and the man who raised her who is currently being tortured.

the last thing she sees of joel is the fatal blow that leaves his brains over the floor. literally, you can SEE his brain during the scene, also a broken artery. and during the entire time, she's left powerless to do anything and probably thinks she's next. and before she gets knocked out the thing she's stuck looking at is joels gorey disfigured face.

also by the way it's noted in her journal that the first thing she forgets about him are his eyes. she can't fully remember his face after it.

[theclub-forlosers]

Just gonna leave this here…..

[merowkittie]

“My head hurts, els..” you whined into the girls side as your arms were wrapped around her body and your forehead was resting against her ribs.

“And what would you like me to do about that, babe?” She twisted her neck to look down at you with a quizzical look.

You pointed to your forehead and made kissy lips, hoping she got what you meant. She kind of just looked at you like you were stupid so you sighed and sat up.

Pointing to your forehead again and you said, “kiss it better?”

She huffed out a laugh before rolling her eyes. Her hand waved you off and she went back to doing what she was doing before.

You pouted while looking up at her, hurt that she wouldn’t fulfill your dying wish.

“Please! I could be dying right now, Ellie!”

She just side eyed you and pursed her lips. With a sigh, she bent down and tangled one hand into your hair, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead sloppily.

You exclaimed a loud yuck and furrowed your brows at the brunette.

“What? You said kiss it better.”

[sugarbcnes]

ADULT CONTENT: MINORS DNI

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER — BRAINROT

WARNINGS PLOTLESS PORN, DRUG USE, SQUIRTING, NEEDY ELLIE, BRAINROT, SEMI PUBLIC, CAR SEX, NOT PROOFREAD, USELESS BRAINROT OF GETTING HIGH WITH ELLIE

sorry this is bad and short but i had to post something.

the car is fragrant of everything filthy. everything ellie loves. the moroccan rose incense, your vanilla hemp cigarettes touched with the musky scent of her weed. her citrusy cologne, sweet tea mixed with vodka that swirls in her black flask. the windows become cloudy, hiding the lustful affair behind its mist.

white soles of her scuffed black converse are planted on her dash, the rubber decorated with her drawings and your calligraphy. you kneel between her thighs, black jeans pooled around her ankles and your hands hooked over her knees. she whistles, inhaling her cloud as your tongue reaches that particular spongy spot in her pussy. her taste is your favorite. sweet and creamy, pearling from her soft folds.

the euphoria of her high always leaves her horny to the max, at some points, humping the air in hopes of far fetched friction. luckily, you were there for her to use. sex reeks in the hazy atmosphere, the warm lights of the parking garage dimmed by the foggy windows.

“baby,” she drawls out. her blunt hangs loosely between her fingers, hand on the back of your head, “need more.”

your cheek rests against her thigh, eyes glassed and rosy. full of lust fulled adoration. she looks so pretty above you. lips swollen, freckled cheeks flushed and eyes brimmed with the rosy hues of a dizzy haze.

she obsesses over the way your fingers disappear between her folds, hand coated with her milky release. her core grows numb but she still feels the tingling in her body as she curls her toes, kaleidoscope of pretty little butterflies in her stomach. she holds the blunt out to you, mouth falling open as she revels in the way you inhale it, pink gloss staining the ambered paper.

as you blow it out, your fingers curl and hook, hitting her soft spot at an unreal speed. she lets out a strangled scream, white knuckle grip on your hair as she squeezes her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. her juices squelching and shoot out to coat your chin, dripping down your chest to soak the white material of your top.

everything was better, prettier, when y’all were high.

REBLOGS AND INTERACTIONS APPRECIATED

[ellabswilliamson]

You guys won't BELIEVE the wip im cooking up rn

Ellie and Abby are arguing over something stupid (like who's the most traumatized or who's the most awesome or some shit), Dina is a mildly concerned but mostly neutral observer of the chaos, and Jesse is playing crossword puzzles and trying to ignore Dumb and Dumber.

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Based off of the image below

[mynameisbillandimaheadcase]

Thinking about ✨her✨ again 😭

And I don't think I can shut up about it

[amourrs]

thinking about the drama that ensues when you bring home three kittens to abby after agreeing on getting two. it had already been a battle convincing her to get a pair rather than a singular pet, your reasoning boiling down to the fact that a solitary kitten might feel lonely without a feline companion. she didn’t really see the logic— “we’ll literally be here to keep it company, babe!”— but you wear her down until she simply agrees to your begging. she doesn’t say it aloud, but you can tell the blonde’s pretty excited when you walk through the door with the pet carrier, wrists aching as you set it down on the soft carpet of the living room. your overeager girlfriend flings herself onto her knees, fidgeting with the catch until the little metal door swings open and the tiny quivering animals inside the container begin to sniff at the air. you both end up reclining on the couch, leaving the kittens to come out in their own time as you sip on your respective hot drinks until a little white paw slides tentatively out of the carrier to land on the carpet. abby bites back a squeal that she disguises as a cough as a tiny calico kitten trots out into the open, pink nose twitching as she picks up the scents of your house. her sister follows soon after, a miniature explosion of orange and white fur that has your girlfriend cooing and leaning forward from her place on the couch as her braid swings back and forth and you tug at it playfully. “babe, they’re so— what the fuck?” you cover the grin on your face with the heel of your hand as the third kitten makes his way out. he’s almost entirely black, a tiny white streak on the base of his tail barely visible unless you’re up close, perfect white whiskers framing a pink nose that’s splashed with midnight. abby turns to you accusingly, eyebrows raised and finger pointed. “why the fuck are there three?” you pout a little, eyes pleading. “he was the runt of the litter and i couldn’t leave him…” your explanations fall on deaf ears, and not just then— for three days, abby glares at you from around the house, girl kittens scooped up in her arms as your boy purrs contentedly from your lap. by day four, you’re convinced she’ll never accept him— that is, until you go to grab your book from the coffee table and spot her curled up on the couch, sound asleep with the little black cat nestled across her neck like a scarf, faces nuzzled together as they snore in harmony. fuckin’ pushover... you knew she’d come around eventually.

[tloujm]

Part XL: Lost

Author's Notes: Sorry for the late installment. This one is on the short side but I once again was rewriting the ending of things. Also, I hope everyone had a great Christmas and first day of Hanukah.

Summary: Joel gets a bad feeling that something's happened to you and goes to investigate. Does his worst nightmare come true?

Genre: Angst

Ship: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Joel made your favorite dinner in hopes of seducing you into a round two when you got back home from your usual walk. He was set to make dinner anyway but selfishly held out hope that you’d have at least an ounce of energy left after already having had two bouts of cardio for the day. 

In the meantime, Joel sneakily used his time alone with Ellie to try and get some information about the night before. He was still going to wait to have that formal talk tomorrow with you by his side, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to get a head start. Successfully, Joel managed to recruit Ellie into helping cook. She had an attachment to you so it wasn’t hard to convince her to set the drawing book down when he mentioned it was your favorite meal. Joel started with small talk for the first half of cooking but when it came time to set the table, he didn’t want to stall any longer.

“You know, we’ll probably start doing these more often; these…uh…family dinners. I know you’ve been in Jackson for a while now so if there’s anyone you’d ever want to invite over to hang out with and have dinner, that’s alright.” “Thanks, Joel.” Ellie offered him a smile before focusing back on the silverware.  He cleared his throat. “So, um, do you have any friends now? Not to say that you don’t…um,”. Awkwardly, he shifted the weight of one leg to the other. “It’s just I don’t see you really spending time with the other kids outside of school.” “I guess I have one good friend. The others,” She shrugged. “I mean they’re cool. I don’t talk to them as much though.” His eyebrows lifted. “Oh? Well one good friend is better than a bunch of not so good ones. Sometimes things happen in your life that end up showing you who your real friends are. Gotta do what you can to keep those people close and if they are someone you really care about, it won’t feel like work to do so and hopefully they would feel the same in return.” “Is that how you and (y/n) are? The two of you are close friends too?” Without looking up at Ellie, he offered a half smirk. “The closest.” “Closer than you and your brother?” “We’re a different kind of close. Me and Tommy were as thick as thieves growing up and—” “‘Thick as thieves’?” She scrunched up her face. “Never heard of that?” She shook her head. “It's a figure of speech. Just something some people say to mean very close. Anyway, we grew apart for a bit as teens but grew close again as adults then grew apart again for a while but now we’re good.” “What happened?” “Long story.” “I know I’m still a kid, but I can handle it. I’ve heard and seen a lot of things.” “I don’t doubt that, kiddo,” He sighed. “But if I were to tell you the whole thing, it would be too long. And maybe (y/n) should be there when I tell it; it involves her too.” “Where is she anyway?” “That,” he paused to taste test part of the meal. “Is a good question. She should be back by now; it's getting dark.” You never stayed out past sundown. His brows furrowed as he walked out the kitchen to check the charging station in the living room. “I knew I should have asked her if she remembered to take a walkie before leaving.” Ellie followed behind and noticed both walkie talkies lit up green on their charging ports.  “She’s probably on her way now. It’s still light out.” “Maybe.”

If Ellie wasn’t there, Joel wouldn’t have hesitated to put on his coat and go out looking for you. He pictured himself finding you walking down a random street that led to your house with an annoyed look on your face. He wouldn’t have cared what kind of attitude you gave him for needing to know you were ok; he was doing his job. He would take your hand, turn around and the two of you would walk back home together in peace. 

Ellie speaking up made him rethink. He didn’t want to leave her there alone. The two of you try not to leave her unsupervised because of how young she is despite knowing that she has a pretty decent amount of common sense and survival skills. He really didn’t want to leave her alone after the stunt she pulled last night. He thought about bringing Ellie along to look for you but considered her optimistic theory of you being on your way and decided to stay.

The food got cold as Joel and Ellie kept an eye on the door. The two of them made some small talk to pass the time but it was obvious that Joel was too anxious to hold a deeper conversation. He couldn’t help but feel this pit begin to form in his stomach. A growl came from Ellie’s.

Joel abruptly began wrapping up the food and putting it up. Within minutes, the two of you were walking toward Tommy and Maria’s house as it was on the way to Theresa’s at the edge of the settlement.

“Hey, Joel.” Maria greeted at the door. Turning around, she shouted. “Tommy, your brother and Ellie are here. Come on in.” Joel gently pushed Ellie forward. “I only came to see if you could watch Ellie for a while.” “I don’t need a babysitter.” She quickly butted in but just as quickly huffed and stayed quiet when Joel gave her the glare.  “What’s wrong, brother?” Tommy appeared behind his wife.  “It’s nothing. I’m going to Theresa’s to try and find (y/n).” “She didn’t tell you where she was going?” Maria asked. “She had plans to walk and hang out with her but was supposed to be home by now.” “I’ll get my stuff.” Tommy chimed up. “Nah, it's ok, Tommy. She probably lost track of time and is still up there or maybe I’ll meet her part way and find her already walking home.” “You sure?” “Yeah. I packed Ellie some food. We were about to eat dinner but were waiting on (y/n) to get back first, so she hasn’t eaten yet.”

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Joel’s eyes darted onto each person that passed him by on the walk to Theresa’s. He was hoping that he wouldn’t have to go all the way there. It worried him. Did you go into labor and, without a walkie or Theresa not having a radio, not have the means to get help? Was she so exhausted that she fell asleep and Theresa let her crash? Joel wondered if he should have trusted Ellie to stay home and man the radio just in case Theresa went to the stables to let them know she was spending the night.

So many theories ran through his mind by the time he made it up to her front door. He knocked a couple times, giving a moment to hear for a response in between. He almost went straight to barging the door in before rethinking the handle. It was unlocked. 

“(y/n)!” Joel called out. Only silence answered him back. Theresa did not pop out the corner wondering why he was yelling. There was no baby crying, disturbed from her sleep. “(y/n)!” 

Joel knew that they could just be out still walking or doing God knows what somewhere else, but he couldn’t help the bad feeling lingering in the back of his mind. He tore through the house one room at a time. After a minute, he walked into the last bedroom down the hall. The door was wide open. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. His deeply furrowed brows loosened as his eyes widened at the scene. It didn’t make sense to him. 

Joel was hardly afraid of much. If someone were to ask, he’d say he was afraid of nothing at all. To you, he’d say, just as he did before, that he was only afraid of being alone again; afraid of being without you.

“(y/n).” Your name fell from his lips in a melancholy way, his voice cracking. He rushed to your side and laid his hands on either side of your head to straighten it towards him. “(y/n), get up.” 

Sliding them down to your shoulders, he shook you gently, then increasingly aggressive. The faintest moan escaped your lips. Joel couldn’t tell if he actually heard you or not, but needed to believe it was true. He slid two fingers under the curve of your jaw to try and find a pulse. It was slow and barely there, but you were still alive; he could save you.

He stepped back, pondering what to do next. He needed to move you, take you to the infirmary, but how? His eyes locked onto the pool of blood soaking the sheets that covered the bottom half of your body. Lifting it, Joel was met with a blood bath. The metallic stench of fresh blood reached his nose. A precisely cut umbilical cord was hanging off the edge of the bed with the attached placenta still between your legs. He was careful not to slip on what formed on the floor.

Joel’s eyes hardened and his lips curled in disgust. Not at the sight of you but at what Theresa did to you; at what he realized she really was. He’d done terrible things before but it was for the survival of him and the ones he loved. This wasn’t about survival. He didn’t know why Theresa did what she’d done, but all he knew was that Theresa was now a monster in his eyes.

“C’mon, baby girl, I gotcha.” Joel untied the ropes around your wrists and gently pulled the IV drip from your arm. He had flashbacks to that night in the firefly hospital where he found himself doing the same thing. The difference was that they hadn’t operated yet and you were just under anesthesia. With a loss of blood, he didn’t want you to fall deeper into unconsciousness. “You gotta wake up for me, baby. Just open your eyes a bit for me, alright?” Gingerly, he wiggled your chin and slapped your cheeks. Your head hung limp against his palm. Joel held back tears as he knew that time was of the essence. “I gotcha…I gotcha.” He repetitiously whispered in your ear as he slid his arms under your neck and knees. 

As dusk fell upon Jackson, Joel practically sprinted with you in his arms. He wrapped the duvet around your body as he lifted you out of the bed to not only keep you body temperature from dropping further but to also protect your privacy. He could feel the warm liquid of blood drip onto the arm cradling your legs together. Not many people were out walking the path he was, but the ones who were starred. He tried not to focus on their looks of confusion and worry by keeping his eyes straight ahead. 

Jesse was up in the watch tower with his partner when he spotted Joel. He appeared distraught. Even though the angle showed nothing to confirm, Jesse could tell by how Joel held the duvet cover that there was someone inside. Immediately, Jesse put down his binoculars when he realized that Joel was heading to the infirmary. The two still weren’t on the best of terms but were civil for your sake. Whatever concerned Joel, almost always concerned you and if it concerned you, his best friend, he wanted to be supportive.

“Hold down the fort.” Jesse said to his partner before practically sliding down the ladder “Joel!” The older man showed no reaction to his own name. “Joel, is everything alright?” Jesse questioned while trying to catch up. “Not now.” Joel said through gritted teeth. “Whatever’s going on, I can help. What’s…Who’s—?” Jesse cut himself off after finally matching Joel’s pace when he caught a glimpse of your hair dangling over Joel's arm.

Jesse could hardly keep up anymore as he suddenly felt winded. “If you want to help, go get my brother and meet me at the gates.” “But—” “Now, Jesse!” Joel practically growled. 

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“Now’s not a good time, Jesse. What’s up?” Tommy greeted him at the door.  “It’s Joel and—” He tried to keep his voice calm and even. “Maria, I’m heading out.” He shouted into the house while grabbing his things. “He said to meet him at the gates.”  Tommy grabbed his jean jacket and pushed past Jesse, expecting him to catch up. “What happened?” “I saw him from the watchtower and he was carrying (Y/N).” “Thank God he found her." “Found her?” Jesse questioned. “She was supposed to be home a while ago but didn’t come back for dinner and you know Joel, he was worried sick. She was probably chatting away and lost track of time, but…wait.” Tommy stopped following Jesse. “Why’d he want us to meet him by the gate? Did he say anything else?” Jesse looked at him sorrowfully. “No. He was heading to the infirmary with (y/n) and just told me to get you and go to the gates.” “Infirmary? Damn it, boy, why didn’t you start with that? She probably went into labor at that friend’s house.” “She wasn’t in labor.”  “What do you mean ‘she wasn’t in labor’.” “She wasn’t awake. He had her wrapped in a blanket. Tommy, I saw blood.” “Fuck.” Tommy muttered. “You sure he ain’t say nothing else ‘sides meet him by the gate?” Jesse nodded his head. “We’re not going to the them gates.” “But…” Jesse began to protest as he watched Tommy walk off in the direction of the infirmary. Quickly, he followed. “What friend were you talking about before?” “Theresa, the woman we found outside our gates all muddied up with a baby in her arms a while back. You remember." “Her? I hardly ever see her around.” “(y/n) and her are friends and with her being in her last trimester and all…must’ve been complications. Why would he tell you to tell me to meet him at the gates? Makes no damn sense.”

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Tommy burst through the doors of the infirmary with Jesse on his heels. Everyone was bustling around one bed in the back. That area, he knew, was reserved for operations. He spotted his brother being pulled away by an apprentice. She was trying to calm him down and ask him questions about your medical history. 

“It’s important we know some things about (y/n). Why don’t you sit down.” She guided Joel to a chair that he only looked at in disdain. He was too pent up with worry and rage to sit. “Joel.” Tommy called. Joel’s eyes darted between the two men approaching him. The younger brother saw the apprentice plead with him through her eyes to help calm him down. “Maybe we should sit down for a moment, huh?” “I’m not sitting the fuck down until I find her.” Joel exclaimed.  “Whoa, what’s going on?” Tommy asked. “Your brother brought his wife in with acute hemorrhaging and resulting in major blood loss.” “What?” The younger brother exclaimed. “Mr. Miller,” She directed herself toward Joel. “we’re going to send some apprentices over to the scene to investigate. Is there anything you can tell me? It could save her life.” “She was hooked up to an IV and tied down to the bed when I got there. I don't know what she was giving her but what I do know is that she kidnapped my child and left (y/n) to die.” “Theresa?” Jesse spoke up.  “She took the baby?” Tommy questioned. “Trauma to the body does appear to show signs of delivery.” “That’s my wife, not a body! She's not dead! You gonna keep her alive, alright?” “We’ll do everything we can.” She hoped she sounded confident.

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soft make out sessions with Ellie listening to 80s love songs 🤍

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ Hell N Back

➤ little Ellie blurb.

➤ Please send me ideas for a summer au for either Joel or Ellie.

Ellie sits up on her elbow, looking down at your sleeping face. She stares for a moment, eyes trailing down your body covered partially by the blanket. She brushes strands of hair off your face, kissing your cheek ever so gently before slipping out of the bed. 

She tiptoes across the room making her way over to the shelf. She skims over her collection of records, looking back to make sure you’re still asleep. Her breathing bitches as she watches you turn in your sleep. She carefully pulls out your favorite vinyl and places it on the record player. You start to stir at the sound of music flowing throughout the room, groaning as you slowly wake up. You call out Ellie’s name softly making her scramble back to the bed. 

“I'm right here, baby,” she whispers, crawling back under the covers with you. You pull yourself closer to her, tucking your face in her chest. She strokes your hair as you grumble into her chest. “I can’t understand you.” 

You pull away from her chest and look up at her with a pout, “You woke me up,” you say with a slight whine in your voice still half asleep making Ellie chuckle softly.

“I’m sorry,” she says, planting a soft kiss on your pouty lips, “but you just looked so cute.” You sigh, laying on your back to let your sleepy brain catch up with your body. Ellie leans over and rests her head on your chest, tracing lazy circles on your hip. You run your fingers through her hair, enjoying the feeling of her weight against you. Ellie sits up slightly, pushing the straps of your shirt off your shoulders, planting soft kisses on your collarbone. You feel a shiver run down your spine as she moves her lips up to your neck, her breath warm against your skin. You can't help but let out a breathy sigh as she leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses along your jawline. 

You tangle your hand in her hair, pulling her to your lip for a slow, passionate kiss. You cup her face in your hands, deepening the kiss as you feel her body press against yours. Ellie's hands slowly trace down your chest, settling on your hips, gripping them tightly as she pulls you closer. You break the kiss, gasping for air as Ellie's lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. She pops her head up, looking at you with a sweet smile as you hold her face in your hands. 

You brush your thumb over the crease between her eyebrows, trailing your thumb down her nose and across her lips. "I love you," you whisper, unable to resist the urge to kiss her again. You peck her lips continuously before pulling away, admiring the blush that spreads across her cheeks. Ellie chuckles dryly and leans in, meeting your lips eagerly. You wrap your arms around her neck, caressing the back of her head as you deepen the kiss. You don't pull away until you both need to catch your breath, wanting to savor the taste of her. As you pull away, she looks at you with a smile, her nose nudging your cheek as she leaves a lingering kiss there. 

"I love you too," she says softly, her hand reaching up to stroke your cheek before resting her head on your chest. You hold her close, instinctively wrapping your arms around her as you stroke her hair gently.

"I love this song," you say, suddenly breaking the comfortable silence, as the music continues to play in the background. 

"I know you do," she replies, smiling up at you as she traces circles on your chest. As the song ends, she leans in to kiss any part of you that she can reach. You cup her face bringing her back to your lips for a quick kiss. She tucks her head into your neck as the next song begins to play. The two of you lay there in comfortable silence once again, enjoying each other's company and the soft melody in the background.

[swftsp]

credit @swftspX on twitter

[scokslvoer]

Sugar mommy Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

a/n; hello my bunnies<33 this is just a little thought i had, im a sucker for abs and her,,,, well her everything. lord help me. anywaysss, enjoy, i love you buns!!!! kissy kissy xx

-she had first spotted you in a bar, whilst you were wearing your littlest dress and a pretty ribbon tied in your hair. her eyes immediately locked on how pretty you looked in the skimpy dress that did absolutely nothing to cover your ass. (not that she minded)

-waltzing over to you, she tapped your shoulder, distracting you from your previous conversation with the man who was very obviously trying to get in your pants.

-your attention was immediately drawn to her, especially the hand that was now resting on your shoulder, slowly trailing down to rest on your hand.

-of course, you immediately said yes to her buying you a drink, desperately wanting all of her attention on you, yet you couldn't place why that was. maybe it was the pretty freckles littering her face, or her structured biceps that had you clenching your plush thighs together. did the room suddenly get hot? -the night ended with you in her king-sized bed, under her fluffy gray duvet and in her oversized tee and boxers, all while she was cuddling you against her chest and rubbing your back with her big warm hands. that were splitting you open two seconds ago.

-after that night you two became inseperable.

-she would spoil you rotten constantly, buying you whatever you laid your pretty little eyes on.

-that new designer bag you liked so much when you saw it? its on your shared bed the next morning when you come back from your run, wrapped in a pretty floral bag with a gorgeous pink ribbon around it.

-you had nearly burst into tears when you saw it, practically jumping with joy at your new bag.

-she loved having you in her lap, whether that being you bent over and having harsh (but loving) slaps to your soft ass, or you two cuddling on the couch watching your favorite media while you fiddle with her fingers, not so subtly clenching your thighs together.

-you had made a joke once- after she bought you yet another VERY expensive pair of shoes- that she was your sugar mommy. she stared at you blankly for a while with a lost look in her eyes before smirking pulling you close and whispering "whatever you want my sweet girl" in your ear.

-lets just say you ended up with her between your legs, making them shake profusely all night until you physically couldn't cum anymore.

a/n: i kind of really hate this, but i hope you like it bunnies!! night night, get some rest and drink some waterrr!!

kissy kissy,

emie<3