Summary: requested by anonymous- wowowow your Joel Miller angst is CHEFS KISS!!! if you donโt mind, i would love to request even more angst.. specifically the moment heโs about to die (you know the whole abby situation ๐). when ellie and the reader come to save him, abby realizes how much the reader means to joel and thinks it would hurt joel more to harm the reader than to kill him. pls tell me you get the vision! it ends with the reader surviving, and joel too of course โ i am such a sucker for protective joel and i need him YEARNING to save reader from abby ๐
Content warning: torture, violence, very hard before it gets soft. this is a happy ending, VERY different from the game/show
gif divider credit: @enchanthings-a
a/n: this is entirely different from the story line of TLOU but i yearn for happy ending Joel and Ellie so pls let me live. ps: i just finished writing and im so fuckin proud of this one
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Snow crunches under hooves as you and Ellie ride your horse Ginger and Dina on Japan, hurrying to get back to the burning place you've called home the past 5 years.
"Y/N! Wait!" Ellie grabs your jacket and you halt, seeing what her eyes were trained on. More horse tracks in the snow and you get a sinking feeling in your stomach as your eyes follow the tracks up to a cabin. You glance at Ellie and you two didn't have to speak, you just hit the strap against your girl's neck and she was off with Dina following.
Your stomach was right. Joel and Jesse's horses were outside of the eery seeming cabin and Ellie squeezes your jacket before you both hop off. You swing your rifle around your shoulder, taking off the safety and checking that the chamber was full and nodding to the two girls.
Something wasn't right. The air was too cold, eating the nerves off the tip of your nose and making it impossible to breathe. The three of you step inside quietly and take a breath and hold it when you hear a gunshot. Ellie goes to run, but you hear Joel scream.
You turn to Dina and dig into your bag, pulling out matches and smoke bombs. "Holy shit, where'd you get those?" Ellie whispers.
"I made them. Dina, I want you to wait outside the door. If you hear things start to go very badly, light these fuckers up and throw them in, we'll find you." Her teary eyes stare at you and you hold her face. "You're brave, Dina, you can do it."
You look at Ellie and grip your gun again, finger loose on the trigger as you all walk closer to the girl yelling and Joel yelping and screaming in pain. You and Ellie hide on either side of the door, Dina behind Ellie.
She nods at you and you kick open the door. Jesse lays peacefully on the floor in a pool of blood made the anger spread to your hand and pulling the trigger, hitting two people before you and Ellie are wrestled to the floor. A gun nozzle digs in your skulls and they kick your guns away from you.
"Don't!" Joel yells and a girl with a braid looks at you and Ellie, then to her men.
"Not just yet," she mutters quietly. Your eyes widen and breath quickens when you see Joel's leg thatโs pouring blood from a bullet wound in his thigh. "Well, now we have a crowd. And who are you?" Her black boots are inches from your face as she crouches down, brushing a piece of hair out of your eyes and smiling at you. You narrow your eyes and twist your legs, but she grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head up.
You hiss as she rips hair from your scalp, making you look at Joel. You grab her ankle but the man puts away his gun and sits on your legs, holding your hands behind your back.
"No, no! Leave her alone!" Joel's voice breaks, trying to scoot towards you but he falls over from the pain of his leg, the both of you laying on the ground. "My sweet girl, I'm so sorry," he cries and you give him a smile, a tear falling down your nose.
The girl looks at Joel with a smirk and her tongue against her molar, turning back to you and gripping your hair tighter as she pulls you higher, face inches from yours. "Did you know your boyfriend murdered a whole hospital?" Her voice shakes and Joel bows his head, his shoulders shaking and locking his eyes with yours again.
"Yes," you choke out, watching Joel get himself up again and he tries to move closer, but the cock of a gun stops him.
"Do you care?" Her voice shakes more and the anger in it fuels, more tears falling down your face as you glance at Ellie then lock your eyes with Joel's.
"No."
The room went silent before she threw your head on the floor, your skull bouncing off the wood. "No!" Abby pushes the guy off of you, forcefully rolling you on your back and straddling your stomach, your lip trembling in fear.
"Were you with him when he shot the doctor?" Her fists ball by her sides and you nod slowly, the girl letting out a breathy sob. "Did you try to stop him?"
You blink at her and a tear falls down your temple. "He was going to kill my girl." Your ear rings as she throws a punch to your right cheek. Left. Right. Left. Your head flops with every hit she lands on your face and you taste metal in your mouth when she splits your lip open.
"Stop! Stop! Hit me, Abby, fucking hit me instead! I shot him, hit me! Kill me!" Joel screams, banging his fists on the floor but Abby just hits harder.
Abby stops her hits and huffs her chest, gritting her teeth when she looks at Joel with her bloody fist held in front of her. "I am killing you, Joel," your head painfully flops to look at him and Joel wails. Your face was covered with so much blood he could barely make out all of the bruising in your face. "I'm making you watch me kill her."
Joel's eyes meet yours again and he reaches his hand out to you and your hand shakily goes to reach his, but Abby's heavy boot slams down on your fingers and you scream in pain, which makes you scream more because of the pain in your face. The man kicks your ribs repeatedly, your lungs quickly losing air.
You feel 3 bounces of something on the floor before the room explodes in a white smoke that made it impossible to see. Abby and the guy get away from you but you can't move. Your ears are ringing and your vision is getting blurry as guns go off around you.
A large thud moves your body as Abby lands right next to you, her eyes wide with a bullet hole between her eyebrows. You don't move, you can't. You don't close your eyes, but stare at her and blink. You take in her features, the wispy hair falling out of her braid and her brown eyes slowly dimming life.
"Y/N? Y/N?" Ellie crawls next to you and hovers her hands over your face, tears rolling down her cheeks and she takes a shaky breath. "We have to go, we have to get her help!"
"Where do we go? Jackson is burning!"
"We fucking find Tommy or something, I don't care, we have to save her," Ellie sobs and Joel grunts and whimpers as Dina helps him to his feet. She rummages through her bag and leans him against the wall, tightly wrapping the wound and he hits his fist against the wall.
He nods at Dina and stands, limping as he walks over to you and kneels on his good leg, brushing your hair out of your face. "You're okay, sweet girl, we've gotta get you home. We're going to help you up, okay?"
Joel, Ellie and Dina help you stand and you're light on your feet, falling over and crashing into Joel. He falls with his back against the wall and he cradles you in his arms, his whole body shaking with sobs into your hair.
"I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry," he cries and Ellie lets more tears fall, wrapping her arms around you and Joel. You flutter your eyes open and faintly put your hand on Ellie's waist before it falls back to your side, consciousness almost gone. "Help me with her, please. I can't carry her on my own," Joel sniffles and Ellie wraps one of your arms over her shoulder, interlocking her fingers with yours and Dina doing the same thing with your other arm.
Joel picks up your feet and they carry you out of the cabin, Joel hopping on his horse and pulling you up and putting you in front of him, arms under yours to lock your hips in place and ankles crossed over yours.
"Jesse.." Joel starts and Dina turns away, heading behind a tree and Ellie look at the man.
"I know. You go and find Tommy, we'll get Jesse. I promise we'll be there soon," Ellie looks past Joel and sees smoke but no flames coming from Jacking. "Looks like it's okay, you can try to take her back home.
Joel looks at Ellie and to Jackson, then back at Ellie. "You'll be right behind me, nothing else, hear me?" He points at her and she nods and checks on Dina, no fussing or fighting when he points at and directs her.
Joel hits the strap against his Beardy and he's off in a flash. You have no energy, the world dimming and the wind pushes you into Joel's chest. He wraps his left arm around your waist to make sure you don't fall off and rubs his thumb on your side, studying the bruises on your face and crying to himself.
Clickers burn all around the wall, houses and buildings burning with scattered gun fire going off inside. The horse stops when Joel tugs and sees his brother standing in the midst of the ending chaos.
"Tommy! Help me!" He screams, getting the attention of a few people who rush to help but Tommy beats them easily. He looks at Joel who moves your hair, showing your beaten and bloody face.
"Jesus Christ, Joel, what the fuck happened?" Tommy carefully cradles you in his arms and Joel hops down, falling to the ground when he forgets about his wound.
Maria, Seth and a few others help Joel up and follow Tommy who rushes you to the closest building that wasn't on fire, the doctor following suit. Joel swipes everything off the table and Tommy holds your head as he lays you down, tears welling in his eyes.
"Fuck, Y/N," Joel cries and Seth lets him go, Joel's head falling on your thighs and holding you as he sobs.
Someone comes bursting in the door shortly after the doctor starts to assess you, informing Tommy and Maria that Ellie and Dina have arrived back with Jesse wrapped up. They leave the room to help and Seth and the other men pat Joel on the back before leaving themselves.
It was just you, Joel, and the doctor. He grabs a bowl of water and a cloth, handing to Joel to clean you off. "She's not going to die, Joel, but she is hurt. Her jaw is fractured and when she wakes we must monitor her, we don't know if her brain was effected in any way."
Joel nods with quiet tears falling as he wrings out the cloth, the doctor apologizing and patting his back before leaving you and Joel alone. His shaky hand ever so softly wipes the blood from your cheeks, watching your chest rise and fall.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'll spend the rest of my life making this up to you," he sobs, kissing your arm and shoulder, sniffling and wiping under your nose with the cloth.
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"Joel?"
It had been a month since you last opened your eyes, since Joel heard your voice, since Ellie felt your fingers brushing through her hair. Joel beat himself up every night and day, barely leaving one of the new hospital rooms.
Ellie and Dina would force him home for dinner and his bed, and he barely spoke. Because of his actions, the woman he loves was laying in a bed in a coma, no one knowing and no way of telling when she would wake up, if she ever did.
Joel cried himself to sleep, so loud Ellie would have to come in some nights to calm him down and make sure he was catching his breath. Ellie would cry too, sleeping in one of your shirts, begging and screaming into her pillow for you to wake up.
Ellie was with Dina and Tommy helping rebuild some stores and Joel was cleaning up your hospital room, trying to make himself busy so he wouldn't cry looking at you.
Then he heard you.
It was hoarse, it was strained, but it was you. He spins a 180 and rushes to your side, your eyes still closed but calling his name.
"Hey, hey sweet girl," Joel lets out a breathy chuckle, sniffling and holding your almost healed face. "I'm here, I'm right here."
Your eyes peel open and he was smiling you, beaming like the sun you've missed. "Joel," you breathe, weakly smiling and lifting your hand to hold the overgrown, nearly-grey beard below his tired eyes. "I'm okay," you laugh quietly, Joel laughing with you and kissing your forehead.
He sits next to you on the bed and brushes the hair out of your face, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.
"Do you remember what happened?" He asks quietly and your lips fall together in a line. You didn't have to open your mouth, the tears pouring as soon as his sentences stops speaks for you. "It's all my fault. If I didn't shoot the doctor-"
You grab his hand and place it on your chest. "If you didn't do what you did, we wouldn't have our girl," you choke and Joel wipes your tears. "I was there next to you. I did it too, Joel."
He didn't have anything to say, he didn't have an argument. You argued to go in there with him when he begged you to stay in the stairwell and he'd find you after, but you told him you'd fight with him. Joel was overprotective, but at that moment, his words didn't matter and you wanted to help save Ellie.
"I've missed you so much," Joel smiles and falls into your chest, resting his hand on your recovered ribs. You both take in each other, feeling every goosebump on arms and tracing new features.
"Holy shit!" You sit up in the bed and blink a few times before opening your arms. Ellie sits next to you on the bed and falls into your arms with a sob. Your hands hold the back of her head, tucking her face into your neck while you softly stroke her hair. "I'm so glad you're not dead," Ellie pulls away and you laugh and Joel shakes his head.
"I would've missed you guys so much." You look between Joel and Ellie and lay back on the bed, Joel and Ellie squishing in and laying their heads on your shoulders. You grab each of their hands and cross them over your chest, a tear falling down your temple when you kiss the top of Ellie's head, grateful and happy to be alive with your family.
i'll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands)
pairing: Pero Tovar x fem!reader
rating: E for Explicit
word count: 2.2k
warnings: 18+ content, fingering/hand job, unprotected piv, creampie, praise kink, brief talk of injury/treatment (reader gives him stitches), reader has no physical description besides breasts and feminine clothing, Tovar is able to lift reader
a/n: my submission for @iamasaddie's kinky may challenge! i was given the honor of writing Tovar with a praise kink ๐ค i haven't written smut in a long time so please be gentle ๐ฅฒ extra special shoutouts to @frannyzooey and @joelscruff for hyping me up with the snippets i shared with them. feedback is always welcome, i was equal parts excited and scared to write this so i'd love to hear what y'all think ๐
Tovar squirms again, making your hand slip and press harder on the wet rag youโre using to clean the sizeable gash along his right collarbone. He hisses slightly through his teeth before glancing down at you. You glare at him and huff once more.
โI told you to stop moving.โ
Before he can respond, you hike up your skirt with your free hand and straddle his thighs. Tovar freezes completely upon your sudden movement, gripping the bench now supporting the both of you, his brows raised as you lock eyes.
โNow, hold still.โ
You twist to the table next to you and pick up a sewing needle and thread, taking a moment to hold the needle in the flame of a lit candle to sterilize it before threading the eye. You donโt ask if heโs ready before beginning to stitch the wound.
Your stitches are slow but precise in the low candlelight. When you finish, you lean forward slightly to cut the thread with your teeth and secure the ends. Itโs only when you pull away to set aside your tools that you notice Tovarโs breathing, or rather the lack of. Heโs completely still as a statue, focused on a vague point off in the distance behind you.
โDid it really hurt that much?โ You maneuver to try and catch his eyes but he veers away. You teasingly brush your fingertips down his muscular bicep. โI thought a big, tough mercenary like you could handle more than a few stitches without a fuss.โ
Tovar clears his throat and his voice comes out lightly strained and breathy. โIt isโฆnot my wound that is the trouble.โ
He shifts uncomfortably beneath you and you feel it. His full erection is pressed against your bare inner thigh. You can feel his weight and warmth just as he can feel yours. You bite back a smirk when he passes you a guilty glance.
โForgive me, my dear. It has been a long time since Iโve felt a womanโs touch.โ
You pause to consider your next move. You canโt deny your own attraction to the man, and youโve been experiencing an extended dry spell of your own. Itโs a miracle your own arousal hasnโt found its way to the front of his trousers where youโre still perched. Who knows how long heโll stay here at the Wall? Who knows if heโll even live to see another moonrise? Whatโs the harm in a little release?
You smirk and look up at him through your eyelashes. โAllow me to relieve your pain, then.โ
You slide back on his thighs far enough to reach between the two of you and unfasten his pants. He grips your wrists with one thick, massive hand to stop you from going further.
โI cannot ask you to do that.โ His voice and eyes are stern, intent on not crossing any unwanted boundaries.
You look back at him with sincerity. โYouโre not asking me. I want to.โ
โQuerida-โ
โNo one ordered me to tend to your wound. I came because I wanted to. I wanted to help you,โ you gently pry your hands from his grasp, โand Iโm not leaving until Iโve finished helping you.โ
Tovarโs expression is difficult to read. You can see the turmoil behind his eyes, so you try to make the decision easier for him. Shifting closer once more, you take his hand and guide it between your own legs. The corner of your mouth twitches up as his pupils dilate upon coming in contact with your soft, damp hairs. You press him further into your wetness, cupped fully in the palm of his hand now, and he breathes in sharply.
โIf you truly want me to go-โ
โNo.โ Tovar cuts you off quietly. You smile in satisfaction when you remove your hand but his does not budge. โBut I will not indulge in what is not offered.โ
Striking your final blow, you undo the strings closing the top of your tunic, shrugging the shoulders off and letting it fall around your waist. Your breasts are exposed, nipples peaking in the cool night air from the window beside you. Tovarโs eyes are ablaze now as he takes you in, using every last bit of his willpower to resist until you give the word.
โIs this offering enough?โ
The breath is stolen straight from your lungs as Tovar plunges one thick finger inside you up to the knuckle, his other hand smoothing up your bare thigh to your ass cheek and grasping it. He tugs you close so your tits are pressed to his solid chest as he slowly pumps in and out of you.
Your hands fly to his shoulders to steady yourself, but you move them away just as quickly when you put pressure on his fresh stitches. Tovar only grunts softly, otherwise not acknowledging the slip. You instead find a handhold along his ribs, gripping him tightly as warmth begins to spread up into your belly. He nuzzles his nose into your cheek, breathing deep and focused as he eases a second finger inside and increases his speed. You gasp at the foreign stretch and claw at his sides.
Tovarโs hips buck into you at the pinch, and youโre reminded of your initial mission. One hand slips past his waistband and settles on his hip. You bow your head and spit into the other before reaching down his front to grasp his length. The two of you groan simultaneously at the new sensation. You start pumping him, matching the pace of his fingers.
Your motions soon falter, though, as Tovar curls his fingers to press into your sweet spot. Your head falls to the side and rests on his, unable to stay up on its own as the wave of euphoria builds and threatens to crest. You fight to maintain your own strokes as Tovar chuckles from deep in his chest into your ear.
โYouโre doing so good for me, querida. So soft and warm, so tight.โ He cuts himself off with a stronger groan as your hand on his hip circles back to the top of his ass, while the one wrapped around his cock slides down to cup his balls as well. โI know youโre close. Donโt fight it, bonita. Give it to me.โ
ย The wave comes crashing over you with his encouragement. You mouth drops open as you make no attempt to smother your cries. Tovar flexes as your hips rut against him.
โVery good. Let it out, let me hear you.โ
Tovar continues his movements until youโve completely come down from your high, though it begins to build again almost as soon as it dissipates. Finally, he removes his fingers, making a soft pop as your walls try to suck him back inside. He raises them to his lips and generously sucks off all your release from them, never once breaking eye contact. You feel a fresh gush of arousal drip down your thigh at the sight. You quickly fumble to pull down his trousers and free his raging cock. Tovar tilts his hips, tugging them down to his mid-thighs, but grasps you by the waist before you can impale yourself on him.
โI need you to say it first, mi amor. I simply cannot take what is not freely given.โ
โThen take me,โ you huff impatiently.
Tovar loosens his grip enough for you to rise onto your knees, notching the weeping head of his cock at your entrance. You lock eyes with him and take a deep, steadying breath before sinking down. You cry out in both pain and pleasure, the stretch more intense than his fingers especially after so long without. Tovar moans along with you, letting out a pained shout of his own as you take him all the way inside, settling onto his lap once more.
You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his scent of sweat and a hint of gunpowder, your breath hot against his skin. You try rocking your hips to relieve some of the tension, but Tovar abruptly stands, slipping out but clutching you to him tightly. You whine at the loss, then gasp when you feel the coolness of the thin sheets adorning the simple bed in the opposite corner of the room.
Tovar settles above you, supporting most of his weight on his knees and forearms. His pelvis rests lightly between your spread legs, his hardness bobbing against your mound with every breath. The dark trail of hair leading up his abdomen tickles your stomach, and you take the opportunity to truly admire the specimen hovering above you. The rippling muscles in his back, littered with long-healed battle scars breaking up the smooth skin. His dark hair, cut short but curling slightly at the nape of his neck. You rake your fingers through it, pulling him close. Tovar rests his forehead against yours, lips parted, exchanging breath. His gaze is piercing but you feel yourself being pulled in rather than pushed away.
Tovar must feel the same as he leans down just enough that your lips brush, but not seal together. You whimper his name on the verge of desperation and he closes the gap. He immediately takes charge, his tongue invading your mouth, feeling and tasting every crevice. You buck into him once again and he rips away from you, pinning your hips to the bed with one hand splayed across your lower belly.
You want to scream in frustration. โTovar, please!โ
โShh, I know, mi amor. I know what you need. And youโve been so good for me, I promise I will give it to you.โ He moves his hand away and guides his tip back inside, pressing in slowly until his hips are flush with yours. The two of you groan in sync again and you wrap your legs around him, locking him in. โBut we must go slow. I would hate to finish too quickly and bring an end to such pleasure that has only just begun.โ
With this, he captures your lips with his own once more. You two stay locked like this for a while, savoring each otherโs taste and touch. Tovarโs hands explore your body as you did his, tracing bones and squeezing flesh. Only when you feel totally consumed by him does he retreat from you, leaving only his tip inside. Tilting your chin up to look at him, he sinks back in to the root. And again. And again. Your second high hits you without warning as he sets the perfect rhythm.
Tovar bites back a guttural moan as he feels you tighten around him. โDios mio, mi amor. Youโre taking me so well. I would stay just like this forever if I could, buried in this cunt.โ
You feel as if youโre floating, evaporating into the air from his heat and force of his thrusts. Your pleasure reaches new heights as he cups the back of your knee and pushes it up to your chest, welcoming him impossibly deeper. Tovarโs intense gaze remains on your face as he fucks you, committing every sound and expression of bliss to his memory.
You feel the wave cresting again just as his hips begin to stutter but never lose their force. You try to call out his name, a warning of your impending release, but you only manage pleading cries of โplease.โ
He understands immediately, snaking his other arm underneath you and up to your shoulder, pulling you against him as he slams into you. His voice is just as desperate, strained from holding off his own release to wait for yours.
โThatโs it, mi amor. Cum for me. Cum on my cock. I want it. I need it. I crave it.โ His snarling in your ear tips the scales in your favors, sending you over the edge. Your legs tighten around him as your back arches off the mattress. Tovar takes one breast into his mouth, biting and sucking his mark onto you. He unlatches in time to smack his hips to yours once, twice, three more times. A roar erupts from him as his cock pulses, forcing out rope after rope of his cum to coat your walls, content to plant there and never escape.
He fills you to the brim, milky white droplets beginning to seep out from where your hole has sealed around him. When heโs finally spent, he lowers himself flush to you, arms curling around your back. The salty, heady scent of your activity surrounds the two of you as you each fight to regain your senses.
You card your fingers through his hair once more as Tovar turns his head to press his lips to your neck. Soft at first, then open and hungry, nipping at the skin to coax out another mark matching the one on your breast, tongue soothing the spot after each bite.
You hear his breath begin to deepen and slow, feel his heartbeat matching it. You know you shouldnโt allow yourself to fall asleep beneath him. But how could you rip yourself from his arms now?
As if sensing your thoughts, Tovar rests his head atop yours, gazing into your eyes once more, lids half-closed.
โAy, mi amor. I have half a mind to steal you away with us. What kind of man would I be to leave behind such perfection?โ He seals your lips together and, at the same time, your mind.
a cup of Joel โ๏ธ because seriouslyโฆ who wouldnโt want to wake up to that? (and yes heโs got locks)
in celebration of #TLOUartSundays with our talented host @norththelemon Iโve taken a slightly more relaxed approach to my portraits. Hope it turned out ok!
Medium: Procreate on iPad Pro
Total Time: 7 hours 37 minutes
Total Brushstrokes: 25,856
and what a wonderful way to brace the oncoming storm of season two. Iโll be sharing more TLOU art over the next few months on Sundays, when I can squeeze it in between my commissions and project work, so keep your eyes peeled! Drink that coffee and donโt wear your shirt inside out! Endure and survive โ๏ธ๐โ๐ซ xx
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