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murswrites · 10 months

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listen. listen. having steve ride/grind on your thigh. he is so good so love and so beautiful god bless his soul :')

i'm listening alright 😮‍💨 MDNI this entire blog is 18+ warnings: alcohol (steve has had sum tequila! but he is not drunk), grinding & a bit of exhibitionism, sort of dom!reader, gn!reader

look, you know when you bring this up i've gotta be thinking of pussy drunk steve, right? steve who's just stuck in a whimpery ramble, his eyes all screwed shut and cheeks flushed pink, just begging for you to let him fuck you? and that's good, that's fucking great but god imagine it's when you two are at a party. it's a house with two stories and upstairs is where the party is really at, with music pumping loud and people dancing and chatting. downstairs is quieter — there’s only a few stragglers, people trying to find the spare empty bathroom from time to time, and then there’s you and steve, sitting so close together on one of the couches, his arm propped up along the back, his hand on your knee. you’re both turned to face each other, knees knocking in the middle.

steve's had tequila tonight — and tequila makes him horny. you know that and he knows that. there's no doubt about it, in the dark glint of his eyes, that steve is feeling it- especially when he turns, eyes watching the last noisy partygoer thump up the stairs, waiting til she's out of view before he pounces. his hand on your knees slide up, gripping at your inner thigh, leaning over you enough that his knee has started trying to work between your thighs, following his wandering fingers. his hot mouth finds your neck. he’s so so messy with it, sloppy wet kisses that alternate between gentle kisses and harsh sucking, as his fingers dance higher and higher — it’s enough to make you keen up into his touch, a whisper of steve’s name escaping your lips, “steve.”

steve groans at the sound of his name on your lips, much too loud for your liking. you try to shush him in between your gasping breathes but he won’t hear it, another too noisy gravelly moan scraping out his throat as his hand slides up at he cups between your thighs— hungry at the heat he finds there. you slink a hand up around his neck and wind it into the hair at the nape of his neck and pull. steve’s mouth leaves your neck to give a guttural whine, right as his hips cant forward, grinding his hard on against your thigh roughly. you realise what he’s done a second before he does.

“oh?” you say, just a hint of teasing. is that how tonight’s gonna go?

“stop teasin— uh” steve starts to snark back but his words are stolen by the moan that comes out when you pull his hair again. your other hand makes quick work, slithering down his front to tuck your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans. you tug forwards and steve’s hips follow easily, giving another filthy grind on your thigh. you grin devilishly and steve meets your eyes through his own hazy half-lidded stare— his hand between your thighs shifting to grip your waist before his hips move again, purposeful this time in how he rubs up against you. it’s a combination of a pitiful and glorious sight; steve beginning to move desperately, those little whimpers falling from his lips, eyes torn between screwing closed tightly and drinking in the sight of you. the party lingers on behind you, a reminder of the lack of privacy that threatens your little bubble on the couch. better make this quick.

you give another pull on his hair and steve’s head drops back, exposing the line of his throat for you. he’s started murmuring softly, whispering, “baby, baby, fuck, baby,” in that voice that keys up the coil in your stomach in a way nothing else can. you press your thigh up, right as steve rocks forward and relish in the jagged pretty moan he makes. leaning in, you lick a bold stripe up his neck and find that sensitive spot beneath his ear- delighting when you find it, indicated by steve’s tightened grip and the fast buck of his hips.

“baby,” he moans whiningly, head tipping back forward. with the tequila and the heat of the situation, the party looming just nearby, you know it’s not gonna take him long. you don’t let up, timing the movement of your thigh with the tug on his belt loops as you nibble on your neck. it makes steve shiver, hands on your waist growing tighter and tighter, and he hides his face into the curve of your neck as his motions grow sloppy. “m’gonna- oh fuck— m’gonna—”

“shhh,” you hush him, partly because he’s getting too loud and partly just to mock him a bit. “i know, i know,” you coo, and then pull his hair once more and steve whimpers loudly, his hips rolling roughly once, twice, before he shudders with a soft cry. his face buries further into your neck, hands on your waist sliding around to hug himself closer to you. you can feel his entire body twitching against yours, hips still moving through the end of his high and you soothe over the hair you pulled, murmuring sweet praises in his ear the whole time.

a loud clatter on the stairs makes you both jump, your head shooting up to see who it is. a girl in heels, clearly on the tipsy side, navigates down the stairs noisily — though she stops and gasps loudly when she spots you.

“oh my god!” she says in concern. “is he okay?”

you realise that steve’s hunched position looks an awful lot like he’s being crying. steve’s body shudders as he fails to hold back a little laugh, still running off his delirious high. you do your best to nod solemnly and run your hand down his back.

“he’s okay now,” you say, giving him a pat of the back dramatically, then mime a little cry to the girl to sell the whole act. the girl let’s out a little aw! before she seems remembers the bathroom she’d be seeking, rushing off on her teetering heels.

steve pulls his head out of your neck when it’s been quiet for a moment, checking the downstairs for other people. when he doesn’t find any, he narrows his eyes at you. “i can’t believe you told her i was crying!”

“you technically were,” you point out, then put on your whiniest voice, mocking his moans. “m’gonna— oh, baby— sfmh—“

you’re cut off by steve’s hand over your mouth, his glare outmatched by the crimson on his cheeks. adorable. you push him off you gently and stand up.

“c’mon, i wanna dance.”

steve looks at you incredulously and then gestures at the incredibly telling wet stain on his jeans. you pout, and then hold out your hand, ushering him up anyways. when he doesn’t make a move to get up, you pout harder and bend over to whisper in his ear— “you know, if your hips are against mine, i doubt anybody’s gonna notice…”

you get your dance.

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murswrites · 1 year

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OMG CONGRATS!!!! im also quite inactive these days but im so excited!!!!

what in the name of sankta alina is going on

i went offline for a few months but i'm back now and just in time to celebrate 6k. I've had this account 1,207 days (but who's counting) and i can't thank you all enough for your support and friendship.

anyway, we all know why we're here so:

*snips ribbon*

i do declare genyakosstyk's requests open

my only condition is it has to be shadow and bone or bridgerton please but other than that, fill ya boots x

(also if there's any s&b s2 gifs you want to see let me know) tagging moots and people i wanna be moots with below

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#mutuals

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murswrites · 1 year

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MINE ARE SO ACCURATE

hi just woke up from a nap feel like i’ve been drugged i don’t even fucking know what year it is so naturally i vibe checked you all stay safe xoxo

@starlit-epiphany @its-me-satine @amortensie @johnskeating @retvenkos @noesapphic @maybanksslut @murswrites @destourtereaux @permanentreverie @ladyvesuvia @heliads

#LOL #mutuals #my bestie clara

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murswrites · 1 year

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Let Me In ⎯ Joel Miller One-Shot P1

Pairings: Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader Fandom: The Last of Us MASTERLIST Word Count: 3.4k Warnings: NSFW! 18+ ONLY, cursing, alcohol, cunnilingus, fingering, porn w/a LOT of plot SUMMARY: Y/N's a weaponsmith and Joel needs a new scope--they go scope out Eugene's place and unsaid tensions bring the pair closer than ever.

A/N Joel & reader fuck on the same couch Dina & Ellie eventually fuck on & honestly I find that kinda poetic. The exposition (aka pre-smut) is kinda long bc I cannot help but make the build-up kinda realistic, part two will be out whenever I post it lmfao.

There weren't many people who knew you all too well. You had turned 20 right before outbreak day and basically grew up in the apocalypse. FEDRA scooped up every single able-bodied young adult they could find in the early days.

You’d seen a lot of shit as a soldier–a lot of infected, but even more dead people. Losing a lot of friends along the way has a way of making someone’s nervous system… shut down. You outright refused to make friends with anyone in Jackson. It was hard enough working near the makeshift school the town put up.

Only a few of the kids had the balls to even talk to you–you wouldn’t admit it… but you could be a dick sometimes.

Weaponsmithing was something you learned as a soldier, with limited resources people had to get creative. Bullets were among the first thing you learned how to recycle but soon enough you were creating guns from spare parts. That was your role in Jackson, if someone had an issue with their firearm or any blades, you’d be sure to fix it up.

The small talk is where your dickheadedness really shined through, you’d always been shitty at it. Some townsfolks would come by frequently–mostly the ones who worked patrols and Joel Miller happened to be one of those people. He was similar to you in the way that he couldn’t bullshit a conversation if he had a script.

The first few weeks of him coming by to get ammo or his guns cleaned were quiet. He’d explain what he was looking for and then you’d provide him with your service. Simple.

But his guns were different than everyone else’s. He customizes them. One time Joel gave you his handgun because it kept jamming and there was an extended clip, it intrigued you–but you didn’t say anything back then.

The special touches he put on his weapons became a topic of conversation, sometimes he’d stop in just to see if you had anything new of interest. His daughter, Ellie, liked to come in as well (one of the few kids who liked you which was probably because she was just like Joel who was just like you).

Strangely enough, you liked Ellie, she could be a bit annoying at times but you were once a little dickweed teenager. You understood her and why she was such a spitfire. To survive in this world, you have to be strong.

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“I’m looking for a new scope for this rifle–it’s for Ellie’s birthday.” Joel didn’t even bother with a “hi” or a “hello” as he pushed open the shop door.

You’d been working on reattaching a strap to someone’s crossbow as he entered, “I’m afraid that I haven’t gotten anything new in weeks.” You sat the screwdriver down, “Haven’t had the time to go looting.” Most of what you stocked was either from you looting yourself or the rare occasion when you’d give out a list to some of the people on patrols.

“Can I enlist you in finding something for this?” He sat the gun on your counter, it was beautiful.

“Wow, where’d you find this?” Joel mumbled something about his brother, Tommy. You knew Tommy Miller well enough and knew Maria even more so. She had been the reason you found out about the settlement. Before Maria decided to cut ties with the world, she allowed a few radio broadcasts to be sent out and it saved your life. You would have died as a FEDRA soldier if you hadn’t heard her call.

You lifted the gun and looked through the scope it had already, the glass was cracked and the metal was a bit dented. “I’d bet I could talk old Eugene into letting me sneak a peek through his shit.” Eugene was another one of the few people who seemed to tolerate you. You weren’t necessarily mean–just off-putting (and for good reason).

“Is that so?” Joel asked quizzically, raising his eyebrows as he did so. His expressions entertained you quite a bit–it was an excuse to stare without seeming strange. You liked looking at him. It felt stupid to think that he sounded jealous that you’d go to Eugene for help.

You ignored that thought, nodded, and sat the rifle down, “Tell you what, let me know your patrol schedule and I’ll talk to Eugene. I know that fucker has some kinda stash hidden somewhere.”

Joel’s momentary distaste was gone as he nodded, “Sounds good to me, darling.” Him and his fucking pet names.

You chopped it up to his “southern hospitality” but couldn’t help but wonder why he continually called you cute things. Darling, sweetheart, and honey were among his most commonly used pet names. It only made things increasingly complicated in your brain. To engage or not to engage–it was a tightrope you balanced on every single time you interacted with Joel Miller.

Hopefully, he didn’t see how your eyes would widen at the use of a simple adjective or how you have a little pep in your step after seeing him. That’d kinda ruin the whole mysterious ex-FEDRA soldier thing you have going on.

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You could have gone to Eugene’s with Eugene but he claimed to be busy–you also could go alone… but why do that when Joel was the one interested in finding something for his kid? That was certainly the only reason you’d knocked on his door that evening proposing a plan to make the journey to Eugene’s secret hideout.

“We could leave tomorrow morning, nice and early, and be back before it’s dark out.” You said with a shrug.

Joel looked a bit strung out, “How’s 8 am sound?”

You began to argue that was early for you but you didn’t for the sake of his (probably fragile) sanity. “Sounds good to me, Joel.” Part of you wished you’d called him “handsome” or “cowboy” just for shits and giggles.

As you turned away from him, his voice caught your attention, “Do you wanna come in? Maybe have a few drinks?”

In the last four years of living in Jackson, nobody ever invited you over for… literally anything outside of work. It caught you completely off guard. Your brain didn’t know how to respond–for one, you didn’t like drinking and the more obvious reason was that you didn’t have any friends.

Maybe Joel counted as a friend, you two talked pretty consistently, but you knew that if you didn’t run the weaponsmithing shop… the chances of seeing him frequently would plummet.

“Um… I don’t actually drink.” You didn’t want to say no to his offer, “You could drink and I can live vicariously through you?”

To your surprise, he smiled at that and nodded. You entered the house slowly, taking it in with your eyes much quicker than your body moved. There were paintings on the wall and the curtains were yellowed. The rug was gorgeous despite its age, you wanted to be an interior designer prior to the outbreak.

“Why don’t you drink?” Joel sounded genuinely curious–not in a judgy way which you appreciated.

“The taste is far from ideal and don’t even get me started on the smell.” Your face contorted in disgust. “Let's just say those two years I spent in university before all this shit ruined alcohol for me.” You weren’t a party animal–more of an alcoholic to be honest.

Joel hummed in response and left you in the living room, you looked at the bookshelf curiously.

“I’ve got some lemonade Ellie made if you’d be interested?”

Something cool and refreshing sounded like a dream, “I’d love some, thank you.”

—

You were fucking beat the next morning. Your night ended sometime between 12 and 2 am–you always struggled with falling asleep. The night was spent talking and learning more about one another. Joel was an interesting person, he was touchy with some topics but overall, you two got along really nicely.

He had a few drinks and seemed much more at ease with himself. Less uptight and stoic, it was nice seeing him in his natural state.

“I always look forward to seeing you, sweetheart.”

Joel said that as you left and you went home with hot cheeks. He could have worded it a hundred different ways, “I like coming by your shop.”, “You’re helpful.” etc. But he didn’t and you couldn’t stop thinking about what he really meant.

It was 7 am and you felt like you were dead–but you got out of bed anyway. And by 8:30 you two were on your way to Eugene’s hideout.

“He said he didn’t know what was in there but we had free reign, I’ll help look for the scope but then I’m going to search for something a little more specific.”

Joel tilted his head at you, “Specific like what?”

You were wide awake with the help of the crisp morning air, “I like to indulge in marijuana from time to time. Eugene said if I could find it… I can have some.”

“You prefer smoking over drinking?” You nodded, “Huh.”

“What’s that mean?” You asked.

Joel shrugged, “Just interestin’, I’m the opposite.”

—

It was early afternoon by the time you made it to the library, you guys took it easy. You could rush home after hopefully finding a scope. Thankfully, Eugene has his things in an organized chaos.

You two stand side by side, checking in every tub, box, and drawer for something of use. “Oh, what’s that?” Joel’s holding a comic book.

“Ellie likes these, thinking if we can’t find a scope–I might be able to trade Eugene something for ‘em.”

“That’s a good idea, but we will find a scope because there’s no way in hell that man doesn’t have a stash of gun-related goodies.” You were quite excited to find it, to be honest, the lack of supply runs has been making things a bit boring. “I’m hoping to find something for my bow and arrow,”

Joel readjusts his gun on his shoulder, “What’re you thinking?”

“You know that handmade bow I’ve got? I want to put a scope on it and replace the string, maybe even a new grip if there are any.” It’d be nice to have something of good quality again.

“Could you take a look at my rifle as well?” You nod without even thinking, “Thanks, sugar.” That’s a new one.

The pet name makes you pause as you confront yourself with the possibility of asking him about the night before. “When you said you always look forward to seeing me was that in a platonic way or–”

He cut you off, “Whichever way you’d prefer it to be.”

That wasn’t what you expected him to say but it sparked some confidence in you, “My likeness to a hermit doesn’t bother you?”

“I understand it.” You raised an eyebrow in a silent question, “It’s scary to let people in.” It was obvious that it took Joel a lot of effort to admit that and you admired him greatly. You couldn’t even admit how difficult it was to let people in most days.

“It’s horrifying. Especially after everything I’ve lost.”

Joel nodded slowly, “I lost my entire world.” He took a deep breath, “But… I want to be able to enjoy what time I do have left. Being alone drags down on the heart.”

“You say that like you’re gonna die so soon,” He shrugged. “Yea, I guess you’re right to not assume you have a long life ahead of you… I won’t say I’m sorry for what happened to you–but I am proud that you’re able to admit that you wanna live your life without guilt.”

There wasn’t much space between the two of you. The mutual understanding of what it meant, not to move on but to continue living without guilt that you weren’t grieving enough pushed you closer to him.

Joel’s eyes were flitting between yours and (presumably) your lips, “Only took me three decades.”

“I still haven’t admitted it, don’t beat yourself up, cowboy.” You worried it was insensitive to drop in a flirty pet name but it seemed Joel didn’t mind.

His jaw flexed and you found yourself keenly aware of every movement he made. The air felt thick with everything that hadn’t been said. His eyes captured your attention the most, they were such a rich shade of brown–warm.

“I gotta ask–I’m not wrong in assuming there’s something here, am I?”

You shook your head embarrassingly fast, “No, there definitely is. It’s kind of overwhelming but I trust you, Joel.”

That seemed to be what he needed to hear as he leaned forward to capture your lips. He was careful with his movements, you were unsure. Not because you were uncomfortable but because you didn’t have much experience in general.

You set down the VHS tape you’d been looking at and reached a hand up to Joel’s cheek. His facial hair was softer than you expected and your brain immediately went to the gutter as you whipped through a hundred fantasies in one second. Joel pulls away to lay his rifle on the pile of boxes and separates himself from his coat.

“When’d it get so hot in here?” It’s a rhetorical question but the chuckle that escapes from his chest makes you weak in the knees. Your coat soon follows as you two meet again–only this time you’re much closer and it’s harder to ignore the growing heat pooling between your legs.

He lowers his head to your neck and begins dropping kisses and bites here and there, each time his teeth grasp your skin you gasp in surprise. You’re surprised by how much you like the pain. Joel’s hands explore your back and behind, he pulls you as close as he can and it’s so much in such a good way.

One arm slings over his shoulder and your other hand is pushing through the hair at the nape of his neck, “Oh my–” He bites at the bend between your neck and shoulder and it’s euphoric.

“Is there–some kinda sofa or somethin’ here?” Joel’s voice is deliciously airy and somehow sounds deeper than usual.

You nod and grab his hand, leading him to the basement. Once you make it down, the smell of weed hits you like a freight train–Eugene prides himself on his plants.

Joel’s eyes grow wide with surprise and it makes you giggle, “It’s something, ain’t it?” He nods in agreement as you push him onto the sofa lightly. Joel raises his eyebrows and watches as you straddle his lap, you guide his hands onto your hips. That’s about all you know about being sexy and it seems to do the trick because you can feel him beneath you.

His lips are on your neck again and you’re gripping his blue flannel trying to keep your composure, how can someone’s tongue alone feel so good? Instantly to the gutter. Joel uses his hold on your hips to rock you back and forth over his lap, his hard-on presses into you beautifully and it makes your eyes roll back.

“You’re so sensitive…” Embarrassment covers your face as you stare at him, “It’s sexy,” Joel adds and you feel a little better. “I mean it,” He lifts his hips to push into you and the moan you let out is completely accidental.

“Jesus Christ I might actually fucking explode.” Rambling is probably the worst thing you do in intimate moments. “That feels… god… I can’t explain it,” You dip your head to latch onto his neck, sucking and licking–listening to his breathing to see what he likes.

When you bite in that same spot he did earlier, you feel him twitch. You draw back and look at where your bodies meet, your mouth waters at the thought of giving him head. “I want you in my mouth.” You finally admit, eyes wide as you try to gauge his response.

Joel tilts his head and his eyes narrow which confuses you for only a second. “I’m not gonna lie to you and say I have the best endurance in the world–let me treat you first?”

You nod slowly, “Okay, J.”

“J?” You smile shyly and he sets a hand on your cheek, “You’re just full of surprises,”

You slide off of his lap and onto the sofa, your back on the armrest as Joel kicks off his shoes–you do the same. He hovers over you, kissing you deeply once more. You raise your head to chase after him and his chuckle kills you a little.

“I’ll be back up there soon enough, baby.” Your hips rut up into his frontside subconsciously which causes Joel’s ego to grow even larger, “You love it when I call you all kinds of pretty names, don’t ya?”

“You know I do, Joel.” He smirks deviously and kisses above your collar. He nudges your shoulder with his nose and you take that as a hint to remove your shirt. You pull it over your head and he’s watching you with those chocolate eyes again. The way he stares at you makes you feel so… naked.

It’s like he can hear your thoughts. “Your turn,” You joke but he takes it seriously–leaning back on his heels to unbutton the uppermost buttons and slide the shirt off. Joel’s build is wide and thick. His shoulders span wide and his thighs are muscular.

“How about you let me make you feel real good?” You bite your lip in anticipation as he unbuttons your jeans, and you aid him in pulling them down your legs. It’s wash day so you’re wearing a pair of skimpy lace underwear. His adam’s apple bobs up and down as he makes eye contact with the wet patch on your crotch.

Joel reaches a hand forward and brushes two fingers up the length of your crotch, your eyes flutter shut and you sigh. “Can I take these–”

“Please.” You beg before he can even finish his sentence.

He’s gentler with removing your underwear, you feel hot and heavy when he stares into your eyes as he sniffs the lace number (and moans after). Somehow that’s the hottest thing you’d ever seen. You sigh loudly and watch as he settles between your legs.

First he admires you for a good 15 seconds, you can’t help but run a hand through his hair as he gazes upon your sex. Then he’s sliding a finger through your wetness, quickly finding your clit and focusing his attention there. You can feel Joel watching for your reaction. The way you scrunch your nose up and bite your lip, or when your breath catches from the way he bites into your thigh.

“Do that again.” Joel licks your other thigh and bites, “More,” The pain builds in a beautiful way which makes you squirm.

“I haven’t even touched you properly, darling.”

Something makes you answer confidently, “Then stop teasing.” You demand and the way his eyes bore into yours makes you backtrack, “…please stop teasing…”

“Good.” Joel takes your request in stride and uses his fingers to part your lips in order to access your most sensitive parts.

The instant his mouth is on you, you feel something building inside. Joel uses his thumb and pointer finger to circle your clit and literally makes out with your sex. It’s loud and you know it’s messy but it feels so fucking good. The few times you’d been eaten out were shitty in comparison–any other intimacy you had with other people is shitty in comparison to Joel.

Joel grabs a hold of the tops of your thighs–dragging you closer to his mouth as he groans into you. The vibrations make you gasp and unintentionally pull on his hair. You feel an orgasm coming and coming up on you quickly.

“Fuck–I’m close. I’m so close–oh my god–”

Joel focuses his mouth on your clit and slides a finger inside you. He curls it upward and you’re cumming all over his face and hand. Joel helps you ride through your orgasm by pumping his finger slowly in and out of you, he’s not licking anymore–just smelling and the thought that he enjoys your scent so much makes you even hotter.

You’re breathing heavily and trying to ground yourself as Joel sucks your cum off of his finger. “What the fuck?” You chuckle and wipe a hand down your face.

He watches you carefully, “You okay?”

“Yes, I am. I’m very okay, I’m just–WOW.” Joel smirks at himself and you finally catch your breath, “That’s the best orgasm I’ve ever fucking had–” You reach for the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. The taste of yourself makes you groan against Joel’s mouth.

#murswrites #joel miller x reader #joel miller one shot #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #the last of us x reader #the last of us #the last of us imagine #tlou imagine #tlou x reader #tlou one shot #tlou #tlou smut

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murswrites · 1 year

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anyway joel miller smut coming VERY soon. he ate y/n out & now its his turn to get a lil something something

#murs rambles #i want joel miller to *** me out </3

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murswrites · 1 year

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Patrols 2 ⎯ Joel Miller One-Shot

Pairings: Joel Miller x Nonbinary!Reader Fandom: The Last of Us MASTERLIST Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Cursing, gore, guns SUMMARY: You and Joel go to check out the Ski Lodge and find some "squatters".

A/N I love writing banter so fucking much! This part is a bit of a filler chapter but it's gonna set things up for the next few

You requested to have Joel Miller as your patrol partner every day after that day in the pines. He didn’t push you to explain why you reacted that way and you greatly appreciated it. Joel was chill–much unlike Jesse.

“Come on Y/N, you gotta stop telling everyone I’m annoying.”

Think of the devil and he shall appear. “Jesse, lying is immoral.” You tightened the straps on Ochre’s saddle and gave him a teasing smile.

Jesse feigned pain, “You wound me, dude,”

“Good.” He narrowed his eyes at you and it made you chuckle. “Hey, Miller.”

“What squirrel crawled up your ass this mornin’, Joel?”

Joel shot Jesse a glare which shut the younger man right up. You enjoyed watching Jesse suffer. It was a little sadistic of you but Jesse was annoying as shit. He was a good kid… but your patience was running thin with him.

You climbed onto Ochre’s back, “We’re going out to the Ski Lodge today, how fun is that?”

Jesse scratched Ochre’s neck, “Sounds so fun! Especially since you’re going with Captain Smiles himself.”

“Boy, if you don’t get to doing whatever the hell you’re assigned to do today…” Joel’s threat trails off as Jesse rolls his eyes at you.

It was astounding how he could keep going without being worried about Joel. You found it very entertaining when Jesse was giving other people shit. “See ya later, Y/N.” He doesn’t even bother saying bye to Joel which makes you snort.

“You know he likes you,” You joke, and Joel shakes his head before leading the way.

—

The ride is peaceful and quiet, the sun rises above the trees casting beautiful light rays onto the worn path. You liked when the mornings were nice and slow. You took a lot of deep breaths of the fresh forest air and sighed softly each time. Nature was something to behold. You missed your old polaroid camera from before the outbreak.

You still had a lot of the photos you took–it was one of the few things you recovered from your childhood home. Your senior trip was that September in 2013 and you had a tendency to overpack–so much film and your entire film photo album were shoved into your carry-on bag. Mom said it was too much but you were thankful that you ignored her pleas to pack lighter.

If you had listened… you wouldn’t have anything tangible to look back on and remember your family. Even if things weren’t always the best–you loved them all. Even your annoying older brothers and overbearing father.

“We’re here,” Just down the hill was the lodge, “Someone said they saw lights going off in here two nights ago.”

“Then how come we’re just now checking it out?”

Joel shrugged, “Suppose nobody else wanted to do it. I know I didn’t.”

“Understandable, the ride is a bit long.” You guys tie the horses to a post and begin making your way down toward the lodge. “If we don’t find anything do we have any other patrols to make besides the usual?”

“Since we’re already out here I’d like to check out the cabins about a mile north, then make a big loop back. We’d be back around dark.”

“Alright, let’s get to it then, Texas.”

The lodge is eerily quiet–normally that would be good but you were expecting some kind of jump scare. You poke your head into the rooms and do quick sweeps, Joel does the same downstairs. There’s that same skeleton sitting on the balcony only now it has a piece of a mirror in its boney hand. You grab the broken piece of mirror and make your way toward Joel.

Voices startle you into a crouch as you look down the stairs carefully.

“I saw someone walk in here, I’m not fucking stupid!”

The other person scoffed, “Yea, sure you did, May. I don’t see anybody.”

“Maybe if you shut the hell up and look for them we’d find them,” May says, stomping away from the second voice.

You slowly walked into one of the vacant rooms and lightly pushed the door shut and moved toward the window. Upon peeking outside you noticed the horses were still secured on the hill. That was one good thing–until you made eye contact with Joel who was sneaking up on one of the people. He choked them out quickly and dragged them behind a bush.

This should be fun.

You sighed, readying yourself for a fight. Someone was walking up the stairs and you reached for the empty pillowcase on the floor, no reason to spill blood with these random people. They pushed the door open as you stood behind it–when they stepped inside you pulled the pillowcase over their head and squeezed.

Luckily they were smaller than you were and went down relatively easily. You bound their hands with sheets from the bed and removed any weapons from their person. There was at least one more person that you knew of inside the lodge. Joel must be occupied. You’d take care of it.

The stairs creaked under your feet and you pressed against the wall when who you assumed to be May walked past.

“Where the fuck are you?” They whispered under their breath and you bit your lip. A brown head popped up outside the window and you squinted, realizing it was Joel. He looked at you and then at May and you shook your head.

Mouthing to Joel you said, “I got them.” He nodded at you once–you liked that about Joel, he never crowded you or doubted your abilities. Even if you were ten or so years younger, he understood it wasn’t his place to treat you like a child. The only person he would hover over was Ellie and she hated that shit.

It’s funny how stubborn that girl is.

You reached into your pack for that rope you always carried–it came in handy plenty of times. Once it was secure in your hands you waited for May to turn around and sprung into action. They were significantly taller than you so you couldn’t go over their head to choke them.

May reacted quicker than the last person and you struggled to maintain the upper hand, gritting your teeth as they tried to fight. You held your breath and yanked harder–they tried reaching around themself to push at you.

Once they realized that was useless May pushed the weight of their body into you–pressing you against the lodge counter harshly. It knocked the wind out of your lungs and your hands dropped as you gasped for air.

The sound of you gasping was loud in the otherwise quiet room. Not so quiet anymore.

Their gun was pulled on you, a handgun that May was clearly familiar with. “Stay right where you fucking are!” Their voice was sharp, your attempt at choking them must have hurt.

You narrow your eyes and make note of how they’re standing. May leans to one side as if they have a limp and it makes you feel much calmer. Even with the barrel of their pistol right in your face.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, treading carefully and watching every movement May makes.

“I’m asking the questions!” May jerked the gun closer, “Who are you?”

You shrug your shoulders, “Who are you?”

May scoffs at you, “Funny, I should shoot you right now!”

“Yea, probably. But you didn’t, your mistake.” You thrust their hands upward and the gun fires, the sound makes you wince as Joel gets May into a chokehold. “Thanks.” He nods once. “How many more of you are there?”

They struggle against Joel’s grip as you yank their pistol from their hand. “Answer the question.” He tightens his hold for a second and when May taps Joel’s arm he releases some of the pressure.

“Four.” They hold up a shakey hand with the same amount of fingers up. “There’s five of us in total…”

You made eye contact with Joel, “How many did you get?”

“Three.” Your heart dropped–there was someone who you guys missed. That gunshot was not good. “You?”

“Just one. Almost got this one. I’m going to find the straggler.”

Joel shakes his head and tightens his hold until May’s body goes limp. “We’re going to find the straggler. Chances are they’re hiding because they heard the gunfire.”

You drop down and bound May’s limbs, you didn’t like risking being caught off guard. “Probably. Let’s find out.” You cock May’s pistol, the handle felt worn down and well-loved. That thought felt ironic as you and Joel carefully walked through the Lodge side by side.

Once again, the quiet irked you. “I don’t like this at all, Joel.” Your voice was barely audible but you knew he heard.

“Me neither,” He exhaled a breath and stopped walking–cutting you off so you bumped into him. “I have an idea.”

You tipped your head up to meet his eyes, “Is it a good one?”

Joel shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll find out, just follow me.”

“We goin’ home?” You asked curiously, trying to figure out what exactly he had planned.

He looked over his shoulder with a smile on his face, “Yea, we are.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #the last of us x reader #the last of us #tlou #the last of us imagine #tlou one shot #tlou x reader #tlou imagine #tlou hbo #murswrites

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part two is in the works people MWAHAHAAH

Patrols 1 ⎯ Joel Miller One-Shot

Pairings: Joel Miller x Nonbinary!Reader Fandom: The Last of Us MASTERLIST Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: Cursing, gore, panic attack, description of a bloater (yuck), y/n & joel being a weirdly good team ;) SUMMARY: Patrols have been kicking your ass but luckily you're paired with Joel Miller instead of Jesse. Unlucky for you: You're on patrol period.

A/N This has been in the works for like a year now LMFAO but I finished it instead of doing my work <3 Pedro Pascal IS the only Joel Miller I know <3 This is going to be a multi-part series so I'm not rushing relationship development

Patrols were kicking your ass. A recent resurgence of infected made for more work for everyone. It was exhausting but primarily annoying. You weren’t bad at patrols, you just didn’t like going on them. You were paired with Joel some of the time and Jesse others. It wasn’t too bad with Joel, he did the job and did it well.

Jesse on the other hand liked to make small talk and you weren’t known for your friendliness. Thankfully you were paired with Joel today, you would have collapsed from exhaustion had Maria put you with Jesse for the third day in a row.

“Mornin’,” Joel nodded toward you.

“Hey,” You yawned loudly from atop your horse, “Ready?”

He chuckled, “Seems you’re less ready than I am.” You shot him a dirty look, “Woah, I didn’t mean it like that, now.” Joel held his hands up.

Your horse, Ochre, was mild-mannered and usually sassy but it seemed she sensed you were exhausted. “Where are we patrolling today?”

“West side of the pines, someone said they heard somethin’ funny yesterday.”

“I bet you what we find isn’t going to make either of us laugh.”

Joel shook his head–a smile ghosting on his face. You were never too interested in getting closely related with anyone in Jackson. Sure, the town felt like home and you would protect the others with your life–but you didn’t have any family. Not like Joel did. He had his brother and a daughter.

You didn’t even have many close friends. Dina was the only person you could really tolerate, and by extension, you tolerated Ellie–Joel’s daughter. The two girls were the funniest people you’d ever met, they were the only people who could get you to crack a smile anymore. It was weird because ever since the outbreak, you’d been completely empty.

Only 17 when things went to complete shit–you were supposed to start college before the outbreak. That never happened. Nobody in your family made it out alive. You’d been in New York when it happened on your senior trip, everyone was at home, and before you could even think to go home… you were quarantined in NYC. You were probably lucky to be alive considering how quickly things spread in big cities.

Some days you wished you’d been unlucky. With how tired you were, today was looking like one of those days.

“Don’t fall asleep atop that horse now,” You yawned once more, struggling to find the energy to glare at Joel, “Hey, don’t give me that look. You should go on back.”

“We’re almost there, I’m fine.” You gathered the reins tighter and brought Ochre into a steady gallop. Joel sighed loudly but followed you.

The pine trees in this area were massive, they loomed over you two ominously. You hated this area of the woods the most. You two stopped and tied your horses to a tree, beginning to walk deeper into the woods.

“I honestly really hate these woods.” Your shotgun was heavy in your hands as you looked around quickly. “The trees look like infected sometimes.” You mumbled, keeping your focus on watching around you two.

Joel slides his rifle onto his back and carries his pistol in hand, “Ellie used to get frightened in this area, she said stalkers like to hide under the branches.”

You scoff at his attempt to make conversation, “That doesn’t help me at all, Miller. Let’s get this over with.”

—

Half an hour of wandering aimlessly, listening for the sound of infected. The only sound came from the pine needles under your feet. You were beginning to lose your patience, wanting to scream and hope for the best.

“I swear to god if they were making this up about there being infected out her–” Joel shushes you loudly and that sets you on high alert–raising your shotgun to look down the sight.

He jerks his head to the side and you slowly turn, two clickers were facing your direction. The infected chattered to one another and you leaned down to grab a hefty pine cone. You arched the cone over the pair of clickers. The clatter of the cone smacking a tree made one of them screech and rush for it.

Joel snuck behind the one that stayed behind and you followed his lead, slinging your shotgun over your shoulder and squeezing your shiv tightly. While he took out that clicker you moved as quietly as possible.

Your attention was pulled away when you spotted a runner a few yards away. Luckily it wasn’t paying you any mind and so you stood up behind the clicker and stabbed it through the fungal growth–effectively killing it. You didn’t know how but Joel got behind the runner and choked it out.

There being a runner meant that somebody was out here recently. Runners were quite rare all the way out here.

“Check that body, Miller, it’s a new one.”

Joel kneeled down, “Already on it,” You did the same with the clicker just to be sure that there wasn’t anything useful on it.

It wasn’t unusual to be rifling through the pockets of a dead body… you were desensitized to nearly every gory part of the new world. You just couldn’t get over the smell of blood. Copper and metallic would upset your stomach so bad that sometimes you’d have to wear a mask just wandering around.

“They were a Firefly.” Joel tossed their pendant to you.

Another commonality… while runners were rare, whenever they were found… it seemed more and more of them were Fireflies who had bad luck.

“Aren’t they all Fireflies these days?”

“Yup. Come on let’s make sure we got ‘em all.”

—

There were three more infected wandering in the pines. But the cabin ahead seemed to have been recently vacated.

“I really don’t want to go in there.” You admitted, cringing at the thought of what could be inside.

Joel shrugged, “Then stay here.” He was the only person who didn’t force you to follow him inside buildings. Typically you would but the cabin was small, what could go wrong?

You sat on the ground and leaned against a tree, now that there wasn’t anything to keep your focus on–you were getting sleepy. Just as your eyes began dropping a loud bang startled you into an upright position. “Joel!?”

The door to the cabin slammed outward and Joel stumbled out, “Might wanna run,” His eyes were wide with surprise. “Move!” Joel pushes you in front of him and you bolt.

You sneak a glance behind you and see it. A huge bloater with three legs and four arms, “What the fuck is that!?” The infected disgusted you and it made your stomach churn. “That’s so fucking nasty!”

“We just gotta get some distance between us and it.” The bloater was slow-moving and seemed very unstable. “We’re gonna kill the son of a bitch.” That didn’t sound like a question to you.

“I know. Just haven’t killed too many bloaters.” You began lighting a molotov cocktail, “Guess we should get to work?” Joel gave you a single nod and you both launched a molotov cocktail toward the bloater.

It roared in pain as the fire spread across its skin. Joel brandished his rifle and began taking calculated shots. You stepped a few feet closer in order to make best use of your shotgun ammo. The bloater took any chances it could to throw poisonous sacs of spores at you too. It made firing harder but after about ten minutes it finally went down.

You dropped your gun on the ground and sighed loudly, “I think I’m gonna pass out.”

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s happening?” You shrugged, Joel watched you carefully as your head spun. “Y/N, you need to breathe.”

When he said that you noticed a lack of air in your lungs and tried to force your body to do its job. But it was no use. Exhaustion paired with disgust pushed your brain into panic mode. You just wanted to lay down and die, honestly. You could tell Joel was a bit freaked out because if your actions (or lack thereof).

“I’m–” You gasped through a breath, forcing air into your nose. “I’m okay. Just really tired.”

Joel nodded, “How about you wait here and I’ll bring the horses to you?”

That sounded really nice, “Oh god, that’d be great. Thank you.” He gave you one long look before jogging off in the opposite direction.

Tags: @musicallisto <3

#theres gonna be relationship development :)#might have a dina & ellie scene where dina is all like 'y/n i see how ur eyeing ellies daddy'#and ellie throws up <3

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murswrites · 1 year

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thinkin about bully!eddie who gives you a break on your birthday or christmas, but can see you pouting about the lack of attention so the next day he ramps his teasing up to a million.

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 [𝐞.𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧]

content warnings: fem!reader, bully!eddie, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, underwear stealing (lol), marking kink, both r and eddie receive hickeys, brat!reader, 1.1k words

summary: bully!eddie gives you a break on your birthday but it has the opposite effect than desired. cue car sex, panty stealing and a whole lot of hickeys.

note: CRIES CRIES CRIES. baby this ask lit something up in my brain. thus this absolute nonsense was born. hope u enjoy. <3

i’m imagining him toning it down on your birthday, to the extent that you don’t even really see him until the school day is almost over. he’s already getting in his rusty van and speeding off, wheels leaving tire marks behind on the concrete of the parking lot. your face flushes white hot and you bounce on the balls of your feet, a pout that he would no doubt mock mercilessly sitting on your frowning face. you’ve been sporting the same expression all day, puppy eyed and at the brink of a tantrum from the lack of attention you’re receiving from the ordinary relentless pestering you’re used to.

when he gets to his locker the next day, you’re standing in his way, arms crossed and lips pushed out. he smiles and reaches a ring adorned hand out to tug on your pigtail.

“you missed me,” he teases. you jab a finger into his chest and huff.

“you ignored me! the entire day.”

“yeah?” he laughs. “you missed me pushin’ you around? roughing you up a little?” suddenly he’s much closer, chest pressed to yours, face close enough to feel his breath. his rings press into your neck and they feel like they’re leaving hot brands in their wake. you’re sure there’ll be marks later. “you like it when i’m mean to you, baby?”

you can only nod, your throat bobbing where you gulp and try to force air into your decompressed lungs. his head dips until you’re eye to eye, nose to nose.

“how ‘bout i bully your little pussy today instead? birthday treat.”

you giggle and let him tug on your arms, classes forgotten about as he tucks you into the passenger seat of his van and pulls away from the school.

you frown as he parks in a dingy alleyway, only just wide enough to accommodate his van, and unbuckles your seatbelt.

“eddie, what-“

“shut up and get in the back.”

the change of tone isn’t lost on you and you take in a sharp breath, following his instruction with no resistance. he’s quick to follow, predatory in the way he crawls on top of you, pupils blown and dark; his countenance drips with lust, and he doesn’t wait another moment before forcing one of his thick hands into your flimsy underwear. he pulls them slowly down your legs, hooking them off of your feet and bringing the soiled centre where your cute, little clit sits to his nose.

“these are cute, sweetheart. ‘m gonna hold on to ‘em for ya.”

“eddie,” you whine.

“quit complaining. i’m gonna give you what you want, ungrateful brat.”

“hmph.” you huff and puff but let him push your knees up to your chest and work his thumb through your slit until it’s pressed to your clit; the friction has you wiggling your hips and bucking up into him. it’s lucky he’s feeling generous and lets you, merely quirking a brow as you pant and focus on pushing up into his hand.

“fuckin’ brat,” he mutters under his breath, slipping two metal clad fingers into your little hole and working you open with crooked motions that hit your every spot deliciously; he’s so persistent, in fact, that you’re drawing to your peak far too early, gasping and grappling at his veiny forearm in a fruitless attempt to slow him down. he only doubles his efforts in response, enraptured as your cunt trembles and leaks, droplets of fluid squirting onto his hands as you lose composure and clench sporadically on his hand. he coaxes you through it, movements constant until you’re squirming and pushing him away from your overstimulated core.

he’s meaner now you’re warmed up for him, hole gaping and shrinking as he pulls his slick soaked fingers out; he fumbles with his belt until his pants are at his knees and his cock is hard and almost purple against his stomach, leaking pearlescent drops of precum when he jacks off furiously. he doesn’t give you a second to recuperate before he’s forcing his way into your wet little hole and grunting, deep and primal as he folds you in half.

“jesus h. christ, baby. fuckin’ tight little cunt ‘s sucking me in. god.”

he spears you open, pulling all the way out until only his mushroom head remains inside of you before ramming his full length back in. he delights in the way you cry and kick at him feebly when his tip kisses your cervix hard enough to bruise, pulling at your hair again when you get too bratty for his liking.

his head swoops down to mouth at your neck and chest, teeth grazing and sucking at the exposed skin until dark marks bloom in his wake and litter you like paint to a canvas.

his fervent rutting is starting to falter and he slows to a grind, curly pubes tickling your clit as you gasp and arch your back, another release ripping through you. it’s not long before warmth floods your insides and his movements halt completely. he’s pulling off of you too fast for your liking and you whine, tugging him back by his faded band tee.

“what?” he asks, already bored.

“c’mere,” you whine and pout, sitting up on shaky legs to graze your teeth over his milky skin, branding him with marks not dissimilar to your own. you pull away to admire your handiwork, much happier. “mine,” you murmur.

he rolls his eyes and climbs back into the front of the van but you don’t miss how he softens slightly, covers it with a bristle and turns his back on you.

“can i have my panties back?” you ask, clambering in next to him even as his cum starts to leak and drip down the insides of your thighs.

when you make it back to school for lunch, you’re happy that eddie’s back to his usual antics, harassing you at the table with your friends and tripping you in the hallways. he even pinches your ass at one point.

you giggle and swat at him, halfheartedly grumbling “quit it!” as he cops another feel and pulls your braids sharply.

even when your friends’ eyes widen and they ask you, horrified, if you were ‘mauled’, you can’t wipe the lovesick puppy eyes from your face.

turns out he gave you the best birthday present, after all.

#SCREAMS #boys bullying me is only cute when i like them <3

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murswrites · 1 year

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hi so sorry for no warnings on this piece when i originally posted it! i had to reformat my drafts to the new post editor and not everything pasted correctly!