#tlou preferences

[gutsby]

Ruined!

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. You’ve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.

Warnings: 18+. Peepaw brainrot + a dash of anorgasmia. Unprotected p-in-v, cockwarming, age gap, daddy kink.

Note: Finals are whooping my ass left & right. This is a quickie.

Word count: 1.2k | Part of the Waiting Game ‘verse

Surely he was hurting you now.

Joel Miller had a kink for many, many fun activities, but splitting a sweet young thing like you over his cock to the point you were almost in tears was just not one of them.

At the same time your poor, surely-bruised walls pulsed around his hardened length, he felt a pang of guilt. His balls were pressed against your ass like two lead weights, soaked with the remains of your third release, and his mind was at war with itself—keep fucking you like this? Pull out and offer his sincerest apologies for not being able to cum? A boy your age would’ve never had you waiting around like that, aching around his cock, much less begging for something as simple as a cumshot.

He decided to go straight to the source. Leaning over your prone body on the bed before him, he was careful not to rut his hips or jostle his dick around too much.

Joel pressed a hot, stubbled kiss to your cheek, then:

“‘S’it too much, baby? She need a break, maybe?”

Joel thumbed at that space where your body ended and his began and nearly lost his mind to the pearly-white slick that had accumulated with time. Two hours time, he had to remind himself while you moaned and writhed and bucked your ass back. Your cunt was choking him.

Crying, too.

Your eyes flew open the moment his words reached you.

“You kiddin’ me, Miller?! I could do this shit all day.”

Sometimes Joel forgot you were only in your twenties. Really, the thought only occasionally crossed his mind in moments like these—or when your father, his best friend, happened to bring you up—but when it did, it hit him hard. You were young. Lively. Surely far too spry and full of life to be messing around with a man as old as him.

Joel’s guilt ran almost commensurate with his pleasure when he felt you anchor your feet on the bed and start to fuck yourself back and forth over his still-throbbing dick.

Almost.

He planted a hand beside your head and grinned. He let you fuck him. Felt you pull off, crawl up the bed a little, then beckon him back to your body, where your ass was now pointing up and your back was arched in invitation.

Almost.

“You know I can’t sleep without your cum inside me.”

And you made a point to spread your knees and look behind you with a smile as sweet as Milo’s tea, fingers drumming a beat against the bedspread in anticipation.

“You do wanna fill me up, don’t you, daddy?” you teased.

Yeah, no. The guilt was gone. Joel could worry about being a depraved old man when he was done cumming.

Then he was back inside you, driving his hips until every last inch of him was wrapped snug within your wet and velvety embrace, and he sighed. A real protracted one, like the kind he was liable to exhale after climbing two flights of stairs, or else just hoisting himself off the sofa. Or lifting you in his arms and fucking you hard against the hood of his Bronco. Any time. Any place. You were kind enough to oblige him with the best cardio of his life, so the least Joel could do now was make you cum again.

He snatched your hands up in one of his own and placed your wrists at the base of your spine. With his other, free set of fingers he took to rubbing your clit gently.

“SON OF A—”

“—good girl.”

You let out a bloodcurdling scream into your pillow and secretly hoped this man’s dick would never deflate again. Not with the way he was sawing his thing back and forth and dragging you to the edge, circling your clit like you were the single most precious thing in the world to him.

“Oh, sweet pea, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Like he could feel the tears staining the cushion himself.

“Mmrooonme,” you cried into it, voice garbled by cotton.

“What’s’at, honey? Can’t hear ya.”

Joel then bent at the waist, pretending to be leaning in to hear you better, when really he knew he’d be digging in your guts with that big, bulbous head of his and making you squeal again. Hands still held captive behind you, you inched your chin back on the pillow so your moans could be heard even louder while Joel sped up.

“You— ruined me,” you repeated. Now clear as ever.

Joel tried to hide his smile and glanced down between your body and his. Then, while his ring finger joined the other two to make their tight, light circles, he returned,

“Ruined? Pussy feels just fine t’me.”

You’d kill him if he wasn’t so good at this. You turned your head more to meet his eyes from the corner of yours.

“No. Ruined me. For anyone else.”

Probably forever.

“Good.”

You knew he liked it that way.

You saw it in his eyes. Felt it in his touch. The hefty, broad, and greying Joel Miller had been loafing around on this earth long enough to know how to claim what was his. When his hips knocked yours to lay you flat on the bed, you already knew what was coming next.

First, his arms came to rest on either side of your body.

“Shit,” you whimpered.

Next, his lips went trailing down to your ear.

“Just a little more, sugar—that’s it,” he murmured while his hips sank in, and you felt that big, delicious stretch.

Then he released your hands so they were free to squeeze the sheets, and when they did, his moved over them—lacing his fingers through your own—and his lips pressed a kiss to your jaw. He held you in a tender grasp. His breath was hot on your neck, and the whole of his body was blanketing yours. Joel knew you liked it like that, which is why he made sure not to leave an inch of space in between. He was grunting, rutting, holding you close while his cock drilled a maddening pace inside you.

“You ruined me too, y’know,” he mumbled into your skin.

His nose was flush with the side of your cheek, nudging inward. Begging you to turn your head just a little more so he could kiss you. Weak as you were, you obliged.

And you moaned against that grey, stubbled chin of his when the thrusts above you had your cunt grinding the bed, rubbing that soft and helpless nub on the sheets.

“C’mon— let daddy have it,” he growled, “Let daddy have it and make it his, huh? That okay by you, baby?”

It was.

More than okay, as confirmed by the orgasm that tore through your body moments later while your teeth sank into the flesh of Joel’s lower lip and your cunt clenched and soaked over him whole. Joel wedged his tongue in your mouth and fucked you through it. His broad and callused hands were like iron around your own, holding you tight and keeping you still amidst a maelstrom of pleasure that combed over your every last nerve.

He licked into your mouth. Licked over it. Took the sick and distinct pleasure of knowing no one but him got to see you like this, with your jaw hanging slack and your eyes rolling back and your whines repeating quietly, ‘Daddydaddypleasedaddyfuckohfuckdontstop.’

Maybe ruined wasn’t such a bad thing to be at all.

[uhyeahnoabsolutelynot]

the gradual shift in joel from being the guy who’s so desensitized that he can carry a dead kid the same way he carried sarah to the site of her death and toss the corpse into a fire without blinking to being the guy who has a massive breakdown and almost nukes his whole life from the fear of ellie being irreparably harmed while under his care......and the way the last few episodes the show go out of their way to specifically test him on that fear.....like hey joel you’re mortally wounded and can’t protect or take care of her, what do you do. hey joel while you were bedridden she went through the worst experience of her life, what do you do. hey joel [insert spoilers for last ep here, you get the idea]. and he rises to the occasion, he pushes through the fear for her, because she asked him to. she wanted him to be the one to deliver her. she didn’t want anyone else. and he’s decided he’s going to give her whatever she wants

it takes time for the realization that he’s gonna have to confront his worst nightmare to really sink in. he’s built up a mental fortress against what happened to him 20 years ago. and you see that when he really starts to care is when all of that comes back up. the time skip between ep 5 and 6 was probably the Joel Quietly Freaks Out with Increasing Frequency and Intensity variety hour

and him telling her she’s not his daughter. aside from being that thing where you say the worst thing you can think of to someone when you’re trying to end your relationship with them so you can’t go back and change your mind later. but also, when you peel back all the layers of pain and fear, that’s him saying “you are not going to die.” up until that moment it’s the most honest and open expression of his feelings that he’s shared with her. his daughter died in his arms. that’s what happens to “joel’s daughter.” so ellie cannot be his daughter

that probably should’ve been 3 separate posts but it’s season finale day and i’m unmedicated, fuck it

[be-an-echo]

❄

[willgrahamscock]

I don’t know who needs to hear this but masculine men like to bottom too

[ch-4-eri]

Abby was supposed to be with Mel now what if I kill whoever wrote TLOU2 😤😤😤

[actual-changeling]

i would kill for an episode where ellie is hurt, like physically, visibly injured and joel just absolutely loses his shit.

maybe they're even in jackson already, ellie falls and gets accidentally impaled (like joel in the game lol but less serious), and joel's ptsd kicks into full gear. we're talking half riddled by flashbacks ready to punch out anyone who comes too close but also sobbing his eyes out and begging tommy to fix her.

mind you, ellie is conscious cause it's not that bad (joel's had worse after all so her perspective is probably a bit skewed), and secretly loves the fact that joel is that attached to her while also trying to calm him down enough to let someone stitch her up and drown the wound in disinfectant.

sarah's death scene in episode one is playing on repeat in my head and i can't get over how destroyed and desperate joel looks, he almost shot a nurse when ellie had one tiny pin prick of blood on her arm, he'd try to fight the earth and win if it means keeping her safe.

sick fics with ellie struggling are amazing and i love them but give me joel reliving his trauma when ellie is injured, i have a violent, mentally ill need to see that man put through the angst wringer.

edit: check the reblogs for the fic link

[sky-is-the-limit]

Me telling people that I prefer Joel over Ellie as a character:

Also me telling people that I prefer Abby over Joel as a character:

[abbysthighs]

Abby with her crossbow >

[satansknitwear]

Sweet treats 💖💖

~ Treat me nice ~

[lauronk]

hi @freetobeyouandmichi-me love, thanks for the ask!

in my happy little streetlights world, by the time ellie miller is 18 and they’re celebrating christmas, they’ve got four years of figuring out traditions and they’ve got it pretty settled by now:

they do Christmas Eve dinner with tommy and maria and open their gifts to each other

maria (lovingly) coerces everyone into pajama sets for a picture. She got ellie’s size wrong the first year - she got the correct size but ellie likes them a size bigger for extra coziness - but has made sure to get it right every year since

(this is the year maria is pregnant with TJ, which they’d shared before Thanksgiving)

Christmas morning is just ellie and joel. He drinks coffee and she drinks cocoa (with an absurd amount of marshmallows), even when it’s 75 degrees out, because texas y’all

they do stockings first, just little knickknacks and funny gifts (one time they gave each other pet rocks, which they each still have). joel gives ellie scratch offs and then tries to claim a “purchasing fee” when she wins more than $5

The first Christmas joel went a little nuts on gifts (it’s a big deal, their first Christmas, sue him) but it made ellie a little uncomfortable because a) she only had like two things for him, both of which were homemade and b) she’s never really been on the receiving end of so much positive attention at the holidays. So joel makes sure to tone it down in subsequent years even when his brain is screaming at him to spoil the fuck out of her

they do just a couple gifts for each other now. this year it’s just little useful, thoughtful things: guitar strings and good quality art pencils and silly socks.

joel gives ellie the full charcoal art set she mentioned offhand one time over the phone, and ellie gives joel a new toolbox to replace the one that finally bit the dust (and she puts some silly mushroom stickers she found on Etsy on it)

after presents, it’s movie time

ellie gave up two years ago on arguing that Die Hard isn’t a Christmas movie and now she watches it without complaint (and loves it, not that she can tell him that)

joel is more tired than he can say of the first two Home Alone movies but those are ellie’s picks, so they watch and he always finds himself laughing when the Wet Bandits step on ornaments and get hit with paint cans

(he says “why the hell’d you take your shoes off?” to ellie a lot and she automatically responds with “why the hell are you dressed like a chicken?”)

they stay in their pajamas all day, the ones maria got them this year, and eat leftovers from yesterdays dinner plus whatever candy they’ve accumulated

ellie always falls asleep by the end of Muppet Christmas Carol, like clockwork, head on a pillow on joel’s lap

ellie’s on break from school till the new year, and joel takes Christmas through New Year’s Day off so he and his employees can have a break. So it’s a week of lazy pajama days, visiting other friends, just enjoying occupying the same space before life starts up in earnest again and it goes back to quick hellos and goodbyes in the morning

anyway I just had a couple thoughts about it 😅

[soulofapatrick]

TLOU: They React To You Being Pregnant

𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

Y/N’s POV

My heart pounds as I know I can’t hide it from him for long because he’s so eagle eyed and he’ll pick up on me only picking later in the day patrols rather than the early morning ones I usually choose. I had to stop doing them due to the morning sickness that had my head over the toilet until around lunch time but even then the smell of certain foods can set me off. Dina learnt the hard way with that when she pulled a pack of beef jerky from her pack and I was running for the bushes with a hand over my mouth. 

I think Dina’s had her suspicions and has told Ellie and Jesse what she thinks because the three of them have been very protective of me recently and have been trying to make sure they’re paired up with me or that at least one of them is nearby which means they’ve pretty much all walked in on me throwing up. 

It’s just every time I go to open my mouth and tell Joel I freeze up, my mouth feels dry and suddenly I’ve forgotten have to say my own name let alone those two words. I’m scared he’ll leave me because of his memories of Sarah. He got Ellie already fully made and didn’t have to go through the whole early years parts which meant she was capable and adapted to survive in this world unlike a baby. 

“Ellie said you wanted to talk to me.” Joel’s voice knocks me back to this plain of existence as he lets himself inside and closes the door behind him. Oh yeah, my three best friends definitely knew I was pregnant because this is Ellie’s set up. Of course it is. 

I wait until he’s standing a few feet away, taking a deep breath before just saying it, “Joel, I’m pregnant.” 

Silence. His honey eyes are wide and his mouth agape before he surprises me. He’s closing the distance and falling to his knees, hands reaching for my belly but hesitating, looking up at me with glassy eyes. I nod and the bottom three buttons of my shirt are being undone and fingers are ghosting over my belly before they’re joined by feather light kisses. 

“I’m going to take care of you,” He’s whispering, “I’m not going to let anything happen to either of you.”

𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 

Y/N’s POV

The gasps Ellie and Jesse let out confirms my fears: I’m pregnant. Oh I am so screwed. It was just a silly one night stand but now here I am stuck with a not so silly problem. I don’t realise I’m crying until two sets of arms wrap around my shoulders and both of them lean their heads on my shoulders comfortingly as I begin to sob, my hands gripping their sleeves tightly. 

“Can we-“

“Who’s ass are we kicking?” Ellie cuts off Jesse’s polite caution. I just shake my head because I know what their reactions are going to be as neither of them would be able to guess who knocked me up. We’ve barely spoken in public but we’ve been spending time together on patrols and late nights when neither of us can sleep. We didn’t mean for anything to happen, it was just one night with both of us having a little too much whisky and sad thoughts. The next morning I was gone before he could wake up so it wouldn’t be awkward and well… here we are. 

“Y/N.” Ellie’s tone draws me out of my thoughts and I look up to see the very man I’m crying over standing in the doorway. It sends another wrack of uncontrollable sobs through me and Ellie’s glancing between me and him before she utters a quiet, “Holy shit.” 

“Come on Ellie,” Jesse’s reluctantly letting me go but Ellie hovers before I gently shove her away. Tommy waits in the doorway until my best friends have gone with the familiar click of the front door.

“I heard you were sick,” His voice is soft, cautious too as if he’s going to scare me away but I’m pretty sure it’s the other way. He approaches, crouching in front of me, brushing a tear away with the pad of his thumb and cupping my cheek in his rough with work palm, “What’s wrong sunshine?” 

“I’mpregnant,” I blurt out and his brow furrows, so I take a deep and shaky breath before repeating myself, “I’m pregnant.” 

I prepare for the yelling, the throwing things and the walkout but all I get is Tommy’s knees hitting the floor as he asks, “Are you sure?” I nod in response and a surprised sound is yanked from my throat when I’m being picked up and spun, Tommy practically yelling with joy, “I’m gonna be a daddy!” 

“You’re not mad?” 

“Why would I be mad?” He sets me down on shaky legs, “There’s no one else I’d rather have a baby with than you.” 

“Really?”

“Really.”

𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆

Y/N’s POV

It wasn’t the way I intended for Jesse to find out; I wanted to tell him myself and alone but then Dad saw the pregnancy test in the bin and well shit hit the fan. Everyone in town is still wary of Joel and this was a good way to make them even more wary with the way he reacted. 

Dad had stormed from my bungalow all the way across town with me calling for him to stop and that I didn’t want him to do this but it was too late as he had slammed the bar door open, almost taking it off his hinges with a growl of “Where the fuck is he.” It was so embarrassing as the bar had fallen into a silence as Joel scanned the room to find Jesse with Dina and Ellie. 

I had signalled for Ellie to intercept our adopted dad but she couldn’t because his whole attention was on Jesse so Ellie just stood to one side with me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as if she could tell I was about to cry. Dad had Jesse by the front of his shirt and was yelling, “Who do you think you are, going around and getting my daughter pregnant?!” Jesse’s cognac eyes had widened at the news and Ellie held me tighter, finally understanding why I had been sick the last few days and why I suddenly really hated the smell of the soup she usually made us. Dad seemed to hesitate at Jesse’s reaction, finally realising I hadn’t told him yet so he leans in close to Jesse and hisses, “You better step up and be a good father,” before Tommy’s intervening. 

There’s whispering as Jesse steps over to us, everyone wanting to know which of the Miller girls he knocked up and I don’t think either of us cared at that moment because he’s asking quietly, “Is it true?” 

“Y-yeah.” I reply, looking everywhere but him as Ellie lets me go. I’m about to protest to Ellie when strong fingers grip my chin and I’m being pulled into a breathtakingly desperate kiss that has me wrapping my arms around his shoulders. 

“I’m thinking congratulations are in order for the happy couple.” Tommy raised his glass, despite Joel’s glare and it seemed like the bar just went back to it’s busy self and Jesse’s comforting grip on my hip let me know he’d never be letting me go again. 

[knoxviiies]

why hasn’t there been a transmasc joel miller (or any p!character) fic??????

i need old man pussy!!!

[bapyboye]

Hi!! If you want to, could you make an uncle tommy caregiver moodboard?? He's seems like such a fun cg that would definitely take you out to see the sheep and horses, guiding your hand to gently pet them and when you're all tired he'd build a blanket fort with you

absolutely agree!! he'd be such a good uncle/papa!! enjoy c: requests are open!

[darcyolsson]

my friends who are in the computer.... please leave suggestions in the replies below for shows I can watch w the guy im dating <3 we just finished the last of us but we're both blanking ab what to watch next

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Time: 1:05am

Place: Work

Thoughts/Mood: Wanting to be dicked down by Tommy Miller.

-whispers- I wanna suck his dick.

[thatonequeeraunt]

HBO Max Originals come in two different flavors

utter garbage that make you question is this really worth $9.99 a month ie: Gossip Girl, Velma

Stories with a lots of care and love put into them featuring some of the best queer romance story lines of the decade ie: Our Flag Means Death, The Last of Us