#tlou wip

[ellabswilliamson]

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

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

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[jacksxabbot]

wip game!

for @harmshake bc ily & u asked so nicely (& bc i do actually love this joel fic it's SO long rn & still isn't finished!🤭)💖

joel miller x reader (untitled as of yet)

For a few seconds, he couldn't hear anything, but just as he was about to give up, he heard another noise, but this one sounded more like a moan. Then another one, louder now, and there was no mistaking it that time. Joel's body stiffened and he started to get hot at the thought of you getting yourself off, mere feet away from him. He heard your sleeping bag rustle slightly and he bolted back to his tent, breathing heavily as he zipped the tent door.

He stared up at the roof of the tent, trying - but ultimately failing - not to think about what he'd just almost interrupted. His jeans were uncomfortably tight, and he had to unbutton them just for some relief. He tried to divert his thoughts, to think about anything else, but his mind made some crazy circles just to get him back to thinking of you. Joel groaned. He needed a release, and it had been a long time since he'd done, well, anything. It wasn't going to hurt anyone, and you were doing it just mere feet away from him, so what was stopping him? They were all flimsy arguments, he knew that, but it was the easiest and simplest solution to the problem.

Joel slipped a hand into his boxers, his cold touch sending goosebumps down his spine, the sensation making him harder. He began to stroke himself, and when he closed his eyes, he could see you writhing around in your tent, your fingers deep inside yourself. He could hear you from your tent still, whimpering and moaning, and Joel caught his own moan in his throat as his movements got quicker, the grip he had his cock on tightening slightly. He imagined you being in here with him, imagined that you were both watching each other. It didn't take long for Joel to make himself orgasm, and he cleaned himself up, hoping sleep came to him before the guilt did.

[shesalwaysthere]

little dbf joel sneak peek hehehe

[penvisions]

made this for my fic, put my whole heart into it. i love it and i hope you do too

can be found on ao3