#adam x ellie smut

[astralnymphh]

╒═✰❝how the shadow shrouds❞

⋆' a smut teaser

⋆' . subtop/loser!ellie x dom!reader

⋆' content; drabble, blurbs, mature themes, smut, loser ellie, reader has a borderline dominatrix moment(at least in the actual fic), degrading (g), subtop ellie, painslut ellie, hair grabbing (g), voyeurism (e. aware + consenting), edging (g), slight dacryphilia, begging kink

⋆' a/n; this is merely a teaser piece for volume 2 of my tps series, so expect this to be short and not fully detailed. I just couldn't go without writing a teaser specifically for this chapter cuz it's such a hot idea.. this will be much more erotic in the actual fic.

"u're such a fucking loser, ellie williams."

those words wormed parching on her ear, the tepid cider staining your lips carrying a warm scent into her nose that made everything so woozy in her senses.

her ears parched because now, her boxers were sappy with arousal. pretty pussy pulsing on the couches' padding by your signal.

"am i?"

her reply duels you. pomegranate cheeks dulcified in brown sugar spots, hot to the touch, grazing against your own, limpid of any redness. you found esteem in the newfound control your voice held. ellie's pupils read like a palpable message, 'i want you, that bad.'

that bad. that bad being the way you gathered the short burnished hair of her scalp between your folded knuckles, tossing her down to a kneeling position with one gripe tug, her chin pressing the plush of your belly pouch. glossy pup eyes praying for that fierce grip you bear.

ellie us limited to the floor, and your looming shadow shrouds her.

yet, you would only give her half of what she longs for.

a stammer of her whispers stick a film of hot breath over your womb, "please– please, let me fuck you.." her slobbering lips shine, snailing strings of spit that tether to her tongue.

"what did just I say? hands in ur' fuckin' pants."

her mild adams apple bobs with a hitched swallow, hesitant tears brinking the shoreline of her bottom eyelids.

"yes ma'am," muttered ellie breathily, plopping her head down to observe her large hand undoing her pants.

"ey-" you wrap and pull her jaw up, forcing her to gaze up, sternly adding, "fucking look at me." your fingers dimple her skin and drag with reddening ripples.

now, her flexing hands halfway submerged in her unzipped jeans, rubbing discoid motions under her cotton boxers. the slick pools over her fingers, causing raw wet sounds to slosh from beneath the fabric of her boxers.

you could barely hear that shit, though.

the fingers tangled in the thicket of her rusty locks thrust her head back, stretching that elegant neck of hers even more. a choked 'guh.' bubbles from her chords.

"i wanna hear how wet y'are, show me." your cold request capers your throat and wisps out like a gravelly snarl.

the suffuse of blush clots her facial features, skin fermenting with a heat. like wildfire, her arousal spreads infinitely, spilling a heap of moisture to prune up her fingers more than they already were.

a gruff gulp is heard, "uhuhh~" and her other hand peels the waistband of her boxers forward, sounds of smacking wet folds carrying into your ears so deliciously. fuck.

"love it when' y'uh watch me.. mhhgmm, fuck baby, fuhhckk." moaned ellie, verde rings rolling halfway behind her dreary fucked–out lids, red puppy eyes.

the ravine between your upright stance and her pitiful kneeling one immerse your eyes in a beautiful perspective. balled paw messily stroking her achey, strained clit brings a bang of toe–curling pleasure to lash over her cunt, rising up her body.

she wasn't going to cum. not on your watch.

"stop."

her heavy eyes puff and shut, scrunching her brows, gently swaying her whole body up on her knees with each long rub to her clit. she doesn't listen to you. she keeps going. mumbling incoherent 'fucks' like an invocation over her purrs. what a greedy fucking loser.

"said' stop, d'ya hear me?"

the mitt in her hair heaves her crown up harshly, shoving her face plumb to your exposed navel, meek hands grip your thighs.

the tugged tenderness elicited in her scalp excited her further, confessedly – lewdly.

"can't come till i tell you to, kay?" your fingers wane from her scalp, caressing a beeline down her face 'till your index and middle nudge her lips, slipping the tips in, "suck, 'n finger yourself."

"baby, i chn't –" her whine pitches up, spitting your fingers out, "please put ur' hands on me – shhit, fuck!"

hard rubber tip of your boot found itself hiked up against her entrance clad in the jeans inseam, rolling your ankle in circular oscillation.

her entire body rattles, trembling at the mercy of your foot. eyes drowned out. mouth slack agape. soaking slit swallowing up the boxer fabric your foot pushed up. back arching convexly, plowing her rapacious clit on the bulbous edge.

"y-yess.. yesyesyes–" chanted ellie, fucking lost from consciousness.

unluckily, you chuck your foot away.

"no- nono, mhhn– i need'ju.." her mouth latches forward and hungrily nips at your thigh, frustrated at the loss of pleasure with salty tears dripping off her jaw, "I'll make you feel good– please.. nghh-"

so fucking hot.

you chuckle, "see? a pretty fucking loser, poor baby."

ellie just nonscensically rambles, ignoring you, "could fuck you s'good – scchlp," she sucks drool from her spluttered lip, "fuck eachother.."

this girl is antsy as fuck.

♡

that's all y'all get for now 🤣 wait for the rest!!

#ellie williams #⋆ .two peculiar swans 🦢 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #lesbian #sapphic #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie smut #tlou ellie #ellie the last of us #loser!ellie #ellie williams x female reader

[dancingtotuyo]

8. a cry of my heart to see

Woman | Joel Miller X Female Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Tragedy strikes Jackson

Tags: Joel Miller X Female Reader. Age Gap (13/14 years). HBO Characters. Mostly cannon compliant for show & game. Timeline is changed.

Chapter Warnings: blood, medical care (probably bad I'm not a doctor tried to keep it brief and vague), Character Death, loss, grief, funeral, smut, P I V, cream pie, Oral sex (F receiving)

Notes: Shout out to my girl @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for the beta read!

If you have checked out Before, I would encourage you to do so for more backstory on our dear reader!

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One Year Later 

He’s been out on patrol for days. They’re widening the perimeter and he’s on the initial team to do so. It’s nerve-wracking. You’re losing sleep. 

Maria tries to assure you they’re fine. No news is good news, but it falls on deaf ears. Her husband isn’t out there in unexplored areas. Joel is. Tommy tries to hide his worry. Despite both their assurances, you know they’re concerned. It’s risky.

For the most part, life goes on. Ellie has been staying in your guest room since Joel left. You thought she would look forward to having the house to herself, not that Joel doesn’t already spend the majority of nights at your house. You wonder if she fears the same thing you do. 

They’re supposed to be back in a week, but day 8 passes without sign of them. 

On the ninth day, one of the gate watchmen barrels into the clinic, causing you to knock over an entire bin of instruments you had just boiled. His eyes are wide, skin pale causing your stomach to drop. 

“What is it?”

“We just spotted them about a mile out. They’re down a rider. Another looks pretty banged up, can barely sit up in the saddle.” 

"Who?” You fight the urge to vomit. 

“We don’t know.”

“Go get Pooley.” The panic is setting in. You can’t do this. You can’t go into concerned girlfriend mode. Is that what you are? It doesn’t sound quite right. No, you need to be the medical professional you were taught to be. Calm, cool, collected like the professional you were on the UT Trauma team.

The man nods, rushing out of the clinic. You look around, pulling out everything you might need for easy access. You don’t know if he was mulled or shot or something else. This is hardly the first time something like this happened, but it’s the first time you haven’t been able to focus. 

It’s silly in hindsight, but you never worried quite like this over Gabe. He always promised to come back. He seemed so confident that he would that you’d bought into his confidence, and he always did until he didn’t. 

Once you’re convinced you’re set up enough to take care of the incoming injured, your feet carry you out toward the gate. It’s beautiful out today. The sun shines. Birds chirp and bees buzz. The kids play tag in the apple orchard, but it all feels like a bad dream like the world is moving in slow motion. There’s a ringing in your ears. 

The gate is just opening as the group draws closer. A small crowd has already formed, mostly the families of those sent out. You’re too far away to see out of the gate so you have to wait for them to file in. 

The first rider comes in. It’s not Joel. You can feel your grip on reality fading. You’re trying to stay. You have a job to do. Maria appears next to you as the second rider crosses in. She tugs you closer to the chaos, through the families waiting with bated breath. Two more. Not Joel. She brings you next to Dr. Pooley who waits ready to spring into action. People make room around you so you can tend to the injured as soon as they come in. 

Another pair cross into safety. John Lacy holds the reins of Adam Perkin’s horse as Adam hunches over in the saddle looking closer to death than life. John has them next to you within seconds, spewing the story of his injury to you and the doctor. You can’t pay attention, going on your tiptoes to catch sight of the last rider, but the horses block your view. The gate is closing now.

“Maria?” You look at her in desperation, pulled between the need to help and get status on Joel. 

She gives you a nod and dashes off to investigate further. 

Adam half rolls out of the saddle, in and out of consciousness before several strong sets of arms aid him to the ground. 

“Someone get the gurney!” A voice calls out as you fall to your knees beside the man. It’s your voice. Your body is taking over, but your brain is still elsewhere. The ringing in your ears grows louder. “Someone tell me what we’re looking at!” Your shaking hands rip the stained flannel and undershirt. They're already rags anyway. 

“Took a knife to the gut two days ago. Closed it up but it got infected and reopened on the way back,” John reports. 

“And you didn’t stop to close it back up?” You yell. 

“We had to drop the med bag.”

You groan in frustration. Dr. Pooley takes vital signs. Even in the haze you notice the signs that he’s over concentrating. His lips move to count Adams BPM and then he stops and starts over. 

“What do you have for me, Doc?” You’re desperate for help. Desperate for the old man to be able to do his job, but you see it in his face. He’s about to admit what you’ve assumed for months. 

“I don’t know,” he looks as lost as you feel right now, drowning in the panic of his own mortality. His own brain ceasing to work. You’ve seen the signs of dementia for months, and now the moment you need his help the most, he can’t think straight. You need his brain. You need to talk through this. 

“Gurney!” Someone yells, pushing toward you with the homemade gurney. It’s more of a litter you’d find in a medieval era movie, but it does the trick. 

They slam it to the ground, you don’t even have to let out the instructions before someone is counting and Adam is moved onto the stretcher. “Carefully!” You keep pressure on his wound, it’s definitely bleeding again. They must’ve missed something or it’s been bleeding internally all this time. Damnit! 

You’re almost to the clinic when you hear it, a life preserver in the raging ocean, Ellie’s voice. “JOEL!”

You turn to see her arms wrapped around his midsection, holding her as tight as she does to him. His eyes flicker to yours, and it’s like you snap back into your body with a thud, your mind crisp and clear. He smiles weakly your way and you can breathe again. 

You’re not sure how long it takes you. You’re pretty sure you’ve technically just performed a surgery you were in the room for once as a nurse 22 years ago. You probably missed most of the steps, but you know it was Adam’s only hope. Joyce Dobbins comes in with a poultice that’s supposed to help fight infection and “doctors him right up” as she likes to say. You don’t know enough to have an opinion. She’s the herbalist. 

You shower at the clinic, bones weary and eyelids drooping. Joyce knows enough to monitor him over night as does Rachel, Adam’s wife. 

You stumble home, the days events replaying on repeat in your head. The multiple times you thought you were going to lose Adam yet he somehow never faded. Lindsey’s never ending sobs from the backroom as she mourned Paul, you delivered their baby three years ago. Joel standing there giving you exactly what you needed so you could save a friend. 

Most of the time, it’s easy to ignore the dangers of the outside world while tucked within the walls of Jackson, your slice of normal in the world. Tonight is not one of them. 

You stumble up the porch stairs, anything but graceful as you cross the threshold. The house is quiet- no, peaceful. It’s an odd feeling compared to your raging mind. The house is clean, spotless. The orange glow of your living room lamp and the kitchen light warm you. Rumours spins in the corner, halfway through Songbird. You catch Joel in the kitchen wiping down the countertops. Your tea kettle whistles softly as he turns off the gas stove. 

“Joel…” your voice is hoarse. He spins around. He doesn’t smile, only walks toward you, pulling your limp frame into his as soon as he can. “I missed you,” you whisper. 

“I missed you too, Sweetheart.” His face burrows into the crook of your neck. 

“I thought…” you can’t finish the sentence without tears falling down your cheeks. He rocks you both softly. 

“Shhh, I know. I know.”

He kisses your head softly and then your lips. As much as you want to fall into bed, he forces you to eat something, drink the tea he’s brewed for you. You can barely sit upright, but you eat and drink and finally, he guides you upstairs, tucks you into bed, and curls up behind you. You fall asleep before he starts whispering sweet reassurances in your ear. 

You pull yourself out of bed earlier than you should. You have to go check in on Adam at the clinic. No news is good news. Anytime you’re not dragged out of bed after a day like yesterday, it’s a good thing. 

He’s not conscious but his fever is lower than it was when you left and that eases your worries some. Rachel doesn’t leave his bedside. 

Lindsey is in the backroom as they re- wrap Paul’s body. They’ll bury him today. He’s already been dead for three days. You take Lindsey’s hand without a word, standing solemn next to her. 

A hot tear marks your cheek as you watch Maria and Joyce diligently work. You were never awarded this luxury, could never gaze upon Gabe’s face one last time. Didn’t get to say goodbye. 

He has a tombstone in the cemetery. You don’t visit it often. He’s not there, his ashes spread to the wind now, rolling over the earth like invisible tumbleweeds. He probably likes that better anyway. 

The funeral is short, but all of Jackson crowds around for the service, to bury their fallen friend. Joel holds you close, arm wrapped around your waist. You lean heavy against him, gaining all your support from his frame. Carter and Ellie sit on the ground in front of you. 

When it’s time to lower Paul into the ground, Joel makes sure you’re steady on your feet before joining the rest of the patrol group. Adam is still unconscious in the clinic. They lower his body to the ground with precision that is too practiced. You wonder if he’s thinking of her, how he had to leave her body behind. He calls out her name at night sometimes. You know he’s reliving the night Sarah died. 

Lindsey’s cries start to pick up again. You slide onto the bench beside her, squeezing her hand tightly. Grace sits opposite you and Elaine stands behind. You don’t know Lindsey that well, but she’s joined your ranks now. Other women who have lost spouses close in around the grieving woman, a moment of solidarity. It’s a group that’s too large for your liking, too many lives taken. 

Joel holds your hand on the walk home. You keep walking, taking your path earlier than normal. You don’t speak, too many memories in your mind, too many emotions flooding your heart. 

You stop in at the clinic. Adam is in and out of consciousness. Joyce is giving him something for the pain. 

You cut your walk short, just one lap tonight. There’s a note on the door. Carter is at Maria and Tommy’s for a sleepover. You sigh in relief, thankful to not have to worry about another human being tonight.

Joel helps you out of your shoes. He helps you upstairs. His hands move slowly over you, half roaming, half massaging your weary muscles. He follows your collarbone and shucks the cardigan from your shoulders, frees you from your jeans leaving you in nothing but a tank top. It’s one of the few times his eyes don’t immediately land on your exposed crotch. He can’t help but chuckle at your commitment to not wearing underwear. 

Fingers delve into your tight calves. You let out a soft moan as you fall back into the mattress, sheets cool against your skin. 

Your eyes close, relishing in the feeling of him. This is the first real chance you’ve had to spend together since he got back. There’s nothing inherently sensual to his movements and the way he touches you, but your body heats in response, craving the connection, the assurance. 

The air shifts as your breath hitches. His fingers crawl up your legs leaving tiny trails of fire as he presses a kiss to each of your calves. Desire begins to burn in your body, slow and hot. “Joel…” You moan, legs falling open. 

“I know, Sweetheart,” He feels it too, voice low and thick as his eyes darken. “I know.”

Your hands tangle in his curls as he takes his time covering your thighs in kisses, swiping his tongue over your skin from time to time. “I’m here,” he says again. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

There’s no rush to the finish line, neither of you have the energy for that tonight. It’s slow, languid like a hike up a steep cliff as his mouth slowly greets your slick cunt, his tongue runs through your folds at a steady pace over and over and over and over. He’s pulling you closer to the edge, taking his time until finally, you cry out arching into his mouth, spilling more of yourself onto his tongue. 

He pulls away, chin glistening in your soft bedroom light, proud smile on his lips. “That’s my girl.” 

You whimper in response, hands traveling up his forearms. His calloused palms roam over your thighs and hip, fingers drawing soft patterns across your skin. 

Leading with his lips, he makes his way up your sternum. Not a drop of urgency in his body, he eases up your tank top. It’s like he has all the time in the world. You wish for all the time in the world as long as you get to spend it with him. 

Finally, his lips meet yours. You taste yourself on his lips as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. Your hands wander his shoulder and neck, your fingers glide through his hair again. Nails rake down his back. At some point he shed his shirt and pants, leaving him bare against you. 

“Lay on your back,” you say.

He pulls back slowly, eyebrows raised. “What are you thinking about?”

“Having you on your back.”

He chuckles, warm arms wrapping around your middle as he rolls over. You brace yourself on your knees. His hard cock presses against your thigh. You run it through your folds. Joel lets out a soft moan as his eyes glaze with lust. “Fuck, Sweetheart. Let me in there.”

“Patience,” you chide, but have no intention of keeping him waiting for long. 

You nudge his dick against your clit, sending sparks through your veins until you center your opening over him. He holds your hips as you slowly sink onto him. You stretch around him, filling you so completely. Once you’ve taken him to the hilt, you sit there, eyes focused on each other exchanging soft pants. 

Your cunt clenches around him, pulling moans from both of you, but you don’t move, hands finding purchase against his soft stomach, thumb running through his dark happy trail. The two of you bask in the feeling of your skin against the other’s, desperate for the certainty that you’re alive and breathing, that the blur you’re living in is reality and you still have each other. 

He cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Your teeth scrape against it. Then you lift up just a little bit, keeping him mostly inside you before you sink back down. You keep the slow pace as you ease up and down, increasing the distance a little more each time.

 Joel’s eyes never move from you, sometimes meeting yours and other times appreciating your naked form above him. His hand trails down your torso, finding the wet heat of your core. He finds your clit with the precision only granted by his familiarity with your body. He has you memorized, every single inch of you. 

You let out a sharp gasp when he touches you. He holds his thumb steady against you, letting your movements drag his thumb across your clit. You clench around him and he groans. Up and down, your hands perched on his hairy chest, nails biting into his pecs.

 As you draw nearer to the peak, Joel starts to meet you, hitting a different angle inside of you. You let out a long moan, head tipping backward. Then you reach the crest, cunt milking his cock, coming undone on top of him. 

Sweat beads along Joel's forehead as your dripping pussy flutters around him. He’s not far behind you, filling you with his spend. The feel of him inside you, coating you, causes another breathy moan to leave your lips. 

“Fuck, Sweetheart.” He pants, pulling you down beside him, sweaty skin flush against his. 

You smile softly at him, brushing the curl in front of his forehead back. He kisses your palm. You should feel guilty for enjoying Joel’s comforts, his warm skin against yours when Lindsey lays in an empty bed across the way, but all you feel is relief. You’re grateful to be spared heartache for once. 

Eventually, Joel rolls out of bed, returning with a warm washcloth to clean up the mess he left behind. You’ve pulled on his white tshirt. You don’t say a word, just stare at him in the lamp light. He’s beautiful, a gentle giant, and he’s yours. 

When he crawls back beside you, he looks at you like he reads every thought in your mind, kisses your forehead, and turns out the lamp. You turn on your side. He spoons you, arm thrown over your waist. 

His soft snores start to play in your ears. The crease in his forehead is nonexistent with sleep as you look over your shoulder. Then, it hits you. You’re happy here with him despite the last 48 hours. It feels wrong, like you cheated death. You just hope it doesn’t come back to collect double, but you’re so damn happy. Joel Miller has permeated every single fiber of your being. 

You’ve known this, but now, you accept it. Your muscles tense with it. It’s not enough to send you spiraling by any means, but you fought it for so long, you’re not sure how to proceed. You could tell him now, wake him up and finally let the words slip off your tongue. More tension gathers between your shoulders. 

Joel mumbles, tightening his grip around you as he pulls you flush against him. He kisses your shoulder. 

“Don’t start with that.” Sleep coats his voice. You wonder how he’s so in tune with you even in sleep he can feel the tension. 

“Don’t think it works like that.”

He hums, squeezing you again. His lips press between your shoulder blades, beard brushing against your skin sweeping the tension away, pulling the thoughts from your head. 

He chuckles as you sink into him. “You sure about that.”

You reach behind you. Your nails rake over his thigh, just above his knee until you find your target. You pluck one of his leg hairs with a practiced precision. 

“Ow! Not nice!”

You laugh, burrowing into your pillow. “Go to sleep, old man.”

“Goodnight, Sweetheart.” He kisses your cheek, holding you so close your brain can’t think of anything but his solid frame at your back. 

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[spookykoolkat]

the red j.m | chapter two

CHAPTER TWO: HELL ABOVE

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pairings: older!joel miller x plus sized!younger!reader

chapter summary: it's week one staying jackson with none other than joel miller himself, and it's nerve wracking. in a new town, with new people, and living under the roof of the most intolerable man ever—you struggle to feel comfortable, to feel like you belonged. joel doesn't make it easier on you either.

warnings: mean joel, mentions of death, grief, loneliness, and mentions of su*cidal ideation and attempt.

wc: 4k-ish

na: this is like the slowest burn i've ever done BUT I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS 🖤 the next chapter will be out soon but omg tysm for all the love i enjoy every comment i get and feel so warm when i get reblogs i love u guys i promise SMUT soon!!! heehhehehe they're just stubborn these characters 🤦🏻‍♀️

YOU

november 20th, 2024.

it was your first week staying in jackson, under joel’s watch. maria decided it was best you had people around you while you were here, and it seemed like the person you could tolerate the most was joel.

they were wrong unfortunately. even after your breakdown in the infirmary, you wanted nothing to do with joel or anyone here. still, you were so adamant on being alone. without wanting to admit it, you knew you had demons that were bigger than the people around you. every time you went down, you dragged people down with you. now you’re expected to live in a community with good people that want to help?

joel wasn’t too happy either, fighting with his brother about the fact that whether he liked it or not, he could talk some sense into you regardless. he already had ellie to watch for, to take care of, now he has to babysit you. it wasn’t that he hated you, he hated the fact that you and him were too much alike. he hated the fact that he wanted to leave you there first. not only that, but ellie took a strong favor to you. He was barely getting used to having ellie in his life, and now there’s another body walking around the empty house.

maybe the universe played into your favor when you found out joel lived with a small girl, ellie. you assumed if joel of all people could have a daughter and be a father, there was some good in his heart. but you knew it only extended for her and his brother. you knew joel was just as dark souled as you, maybe even more.

you walked behind joel passing the buildings, homes, and people as they build and construct around the area. you were nervous, as joel nodded towards tommy who was standing on a tall platform.

“tommy ain’t putting you on patrol for a while, not sure they can trust you with a gun,” joel said as he took a suitcase filled with essentials that maria packed for you a few days after she made sure you were a little more clear headed.

he finally stopped in front of a two story house that looked like it had wear and tear, but you saw the small fix ups that were patched up or replaced on the house, like how the gutter’s not matching the same shade. the entire neighborhood was painted in snow though, everything was frozen while there were some small christmas decorations people found. it felt real to you, safe.

“guess i’ll just get bit by those fuckers if they find a way in,” you rolled your eyes as you gripped the cuffs of your black sweater.

“or killed by raiders or something, you know, shit like that.” you couldn’t help yourself, it was coming out before you could stop and joel just gave you a hard look. but you knew he knew you were right, which is why he shut up and led you into the house.

the two of you walked inside and you took in the scent of coffee and smoke. smelled better than rotting flesh. it was a rustic home, dark and near gothic, but something you’d see in a movie about vampires maybe. you liked it. it felt warm and safe, inviting but with an edge.

“it’s okay you can borrow one of mine,” a girl said coming from the back hall, hair tugged into a ponytail and wearing a long sleeve shirt with jeans. ellie heard the bickers from the window, and decided to take it upon herself to save you. you smiled at the girl, assuming this is the ellie joel mentioned.

“no, ellie, i mean it,” joel demanded, grabbing your new belongings and dragging it upstairs.

“i’m ellie, are you the girl they found? said you almost died,” ellie said nonchalantly and your lips quirked up into a small smile, heart warming at the young girl. something was a little off though, you could sense a small unwavering tension between the girl and joel.

“i am the girl they found,” you said and introduced yourself, a hand reaching for hers.

ellie doesn’t take long to show you around the very rustic house with intricate detailing on the trim, a fireplace in the average sized library, the only two bathrooms in the house and the backyard patio as well. ellie also makes it known that half of the things that seemed like they were here before, weren’t and it was joel who rebuilt the roof and the patio outside. also noted that joel is the one who cuts their firewood even though she’s insisted she can do it.

“he doesn’t trust me with much but, i find my way,” ellie smiles and you smiled with her.

“you and me both.”

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you settled in your room, not too small but you weren’t really in the mood to care where you were. as long as you had a bed, a toilet, and a fan. which you did. it didn’t take you long to rummage through your backpack for the walkman that maria fixed, sliding in the cassette and listening through the dainty headphones. it was etta james, your mother’s collection of music that you managed to steal on your way out of your childhood home.

you thought about your mom a lot. your family of course, but your mom the most. you were the only child, and when everything happened your mother protected you with her life. your father took the manly duties of hunting and looking for things you needed to survive, trading, leading the two of you to the QZ just to be somewhere that was safe.

but it wasn’t safe. and your mother knew it. arguments would erupt about it, your mother wanted to leave but your father didn’t. you didn’t know who was right. you didn’t know how to survive on your own, you weren’t ready to lose your parents.

you just stared, your eyes drying up from the lack of blinking. you were too deep in thought when joel knocked on your bedroom door, not getting a response and it worried him. he walked in slowly announcing himself so that if you would know, but still nothing.

you didn’t even notice joel standing in your room, waving his hand trying to get your attention.

“jesus, what the fuck?” you said slipping off the headphones as you sit on the edge of your bed.

“we’re all goin’ to the diner for dinner, so come down,” he said and you shook your head.

“i’m good here, thanks,” you said and he scoffed.

“you ain’t got a choice.” you rolled your eyes and huffed, looking down at your feet. you felt like a fucking kid.

you just wanted to sleep, you wanted to stay holed up in this room until you figure out where you’ll go after this. you knew you didn’t want to stay too long here. you stayed quiet as you walked downstairs, and you stayed quiet on the way out of the house and into the small neighborhood of houses. lights hung over the area, snow fell down slower to you here for some reason, and you heard the unbothered chatter and laughter throughout the street. it was strange.

everyone called it the diner, but really it was like just a dinner hall. a place where food was served for breakfast, lunch and dinner and occasional snacks like nuts and berries. it sufficed, and it was the best reminder of what it was like being a civilized community. you just couldn’t help but feel so out of place, so unwanted. you knew tommy and maria wanted you to stay, but joel was a little hard to get used to. It’s not like you haven’t been unwanted before, you just didn’t know why it felt so different coming from a man like joel.

joel and ellie were in front of you chatting about his new patrol route, and when’s the soonest she can start settling into her own. he says something about her being too young to be put in classes for it right now, and you absentmindedly laughed at it.

“somethin’ funny back there?” joel said, turning his head to you quickly before looking back to the buildings passing by.

“no such thing as being too young in this world. she’ll learn sooner or later, hell she probably already knows.” you said matter of factly and he looked at ellie, then looked at you and stopped. you almost ran into his back before you stopped yourself.

“ellie, go on inside tell tommy we’ll be there in just a minute,” a part of you wanted to ask what part of texas he was from, maybe you were from there too. his southern accent was one of few, including yours.

you looked at ellie and she put her lips into a thin line, looking a little apologetic before leaving to walk a few more steps and into a brightly lit cafeteria.

“if you’re gonna be stayin’ with us, i don’t want none of this shit. just because you had it rough being a kid in this world don’t mean she’s got to.” he said firmly, pointing slightly in the direction of ellie. you furrow your brows, looking at the snow past him.

“i’d rather my kid know how to protect herself in case this little bullshit fantasy world you got here turns to shit.” you spit and looked back at him. he was almost fuming now. you could see the heat rise to his cheeks as he clenched his jaw.

“she ain’t my kid, and it ain't up to you.” he said, stepping back from you.

“i don’t care if she was your sister, everyone needs to know how to protect themselves. especially a little girl like that. even if you do have a safe world here in this little town, there are still evil fuckin’ people.” you argued and tried to walk past him, but he lightly gripped your arm.

“look, just, keep it to yourself a’right? she’s got enough goin on, don't need you in her ear makin’ shit worse for her.” he said coldly, making you wanted to back away from him and retreat.

“of course, because i’m the one you need to worry about, get off of me,” you said and looked away, snatching your arm away from him and walking into the diner without him.

you didn’t know how to feel about joel and this new arrangement. a part of you was taking it out on him when in most people’s eyes, he’s trying to help you. it just didn’t feel like help coming from him. it felt like it was his obligation, he had to, and if it was up to him you’d be frozen food for animals wandering around the commune.

and he made it fucking hard to like him or feel grateful. it feels like you got stuck with the asshole neighbor to babysit you, in fact that’s basically what it is.

it was a large place, chairs and tables put in rows while leaving a walkway to the line for food. you spotted tommy, maria and ellie sitting at a long table with a few other people, and your tummy churned. you hadn’t been around other people in a long time, not like this. maybe since you were a kid, other than that you walked around and hid and fought by yourself, or you had someone and they didn’t make it. you always ended up alone, in every scenario.

“c’mon,” his gruff voice said behind you, ghosting his hand over your back to guide you to the table. you jerked away from his hand, and he noticed. he pulled his hand back quickly and created a distance between the two of you.

“this is too much,” you breathe as you slowly walk to the table with him still behind you.

“you gonna stand there and panic or what?” he taunted and you huffed. fucking asshole.

the anxiety bubbled up within you again, realizing you haven’t been around this many people in a long time. but you were here, there was no going back. you kept walking and finally reached the table where they looked like they were waiting for you two. tommy and maria gave you a smile and you returned one back, going to sit next to ellie while joel sat in front of you, next to tommy.

“how’d you settle in?” maria asked, hand on her belly with the other entangled in tommy’s.

“fine,” you said and looked at her, “thank you for the suitcase, by the way. i appreciate it.”

it was genuine. you did appreciate it because only god knows you needed more tampons and underwear. fuck, just basic hygienic items. you were more than grateful, but still weary. you felt on high alert, honestly the right term was paranoid. and everyone saw it.

you were practically hugging yourself tight in the chair, almost fearful for someone to come close. joel saw it too.

“of course, anything you need you let me know, and tommy or joel,” maria said and smiled as she got up, leading tommy to stand as well. you weren’t sure how reliable joel would be to you, but you just nodded anyways.

“let’s eat, yeah?” she said and before anyone else could stand, ellie stood and immediately walked into the line to get a plate. you followed after tommy and maria, and joel followed you. he just kept watch on you. nervous and like you, paranoid.

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“so, where are you from?” ellie asked as she dug into the mashed potatoes, stuffing it in her mouth.

“ellie,” joel warns and she looked at him, defeated.

“what? i just wanna know, she sounds like you,” she observed and maria smiled at ellie’s usual behavior.

“i’m uh, from texas. i was born in el paso but moved to austin when i was 3.” you responded. you figured it didn’t do any harm, if anything maybe it’s best the people that are letting you stay with them know who you are and where you’re from.

you noticed the shared glances between joel and tommy, then looked back down at your plate to poke at the broccoli.

“that’s weird, joel and tommy are from austin too,” ellie pointed out and joel looked at ellie hard, a second warning.

“how did you and ellie find each other, joel?” you asked, a little comfortable to ask your own questions. tommy looks at you with a look you can’t necessarily decipher and begins to open his mouth before joel talks first.

“mission gone wrong. ended up back here afterwards, bout a year ago.” he said curtly and you nodded, eating your dinner. he wasn't one for talking, and neither were you, but he seemed so irritated by your new presence.

you noticed the shared look between joel and ellie. it was unsure, weary.

more conversations erupt afterwards, tommy going into how maria’s appointment went and occasionally saying hi to those who pass by with their plates. you don’t pay much attention unfortunately, you kind of stay in your own mind after mentioning where you lived.

you were still sitting next to ellie, and maria sat on the other side of ellie, tommy sat in front of maria and joel sat in front of ellie. you felt a little emptiness as you realized you didn’t have much to say when thinking about when it all happened. it’s like you can’t move on, like you can’t get your mind around it.

you wished you could move on and accept the small beauties in this life, admire the new growth of plants and grass, enjoy the christmas like feel of the town in the snow, accept that there’s people wanting to help you. it felt too good to believe, so you were hesitant.

you felt joel’s eyes on you most of the night, flickering between you and ellie as the night fell longer. you wanted to ask him why he was looking at you so much, why he was so tense and angry looking. maybe that’s just how he looked.

it wasn’t long before everyone parted ways and maria pulled you to the side before leaving.

“how are you holding up? is joel treating you okay?” she asked and you stuffed your hands in the pocket of your black jacket.

“i’m okay, joel’s fine. not the most cheerful man but who is?” you said and gave a small smile, watching maria watch you. you were lying, and she could tell so she gave you a small pat on the arm. you flinched away from the touch but she still did it anywaye.

“if you want, and if you’ll stay, i can let you take patrol classes to be out there again next month. if i can trust you.” she said and you looked at joel who was talking to ellie, waiting for you.

“is it worth it?” you asked her, expecting her to know what you mean. “like, going back out there. finding other places. is it worth it?”

she thought about it a little. “only if you want to be alone.”

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you thought about it on the way back to your new living space. did you want to be alone? was it worth being alone? you didn’t know and as you sulked on your bed, looking outside of the window directly across from you, you wondered what your life would’ve looked like if the world never ended.

to you, it ended. you wanted to believe it was judgment day rather than an incurable fungus. maybe it was god, the universe, maybe it was meant to happen.

but how? babies, kids, teens, mothers, fathers—dead and gone and for what? you were so angry at the world still. so angry for losing, so angry for being powerless in all of this. maybe the world would suck less with someone in your life. maybe if you had something to fight for, like joel said, it’d make more sense.

another knock on your door and without moving, you murmur a small come in. joel walked through the threshold, letting the door stay open a crack as he sits on the ottoman pressed against the wall of the window.

“you feelin’ better?” he choked out slightly, looking at you. he looked like he was almost pushed in here by someone, forced to say things he didn't want to say. maybe it was ellie who told him to check on you.

“are you asking if i still wanna kill myself?” you asked, leaning against the bed frame at the end of your bed.

“no, i don’t.” you said, referring to both questions. joel waited a bit before he responded.

“being angry all the time ain’t changin’ nothing you know that right? spending your days mad at the world, it’s still gonna be the same tomorrow and the next day.” this was his way of comforting, kind of stating the obvious.

“being that angry is just gonna kill ya,”

but he was so cold it was like trying to get a hug from a cactus. you eyed him, wondering if those are the words he should choose right now. you didn’t take him for a happy man.

“when you left austin, you were angry right? angry at the world?” you asked, looking at the wooden floor.

“yes, but-” he began but you cut him off. you weren’t letting him win this.

“and how old were you?” you asked. he knew where you were going with this. he knew it wasn’t the same.

“you had time to process it. you had the chance to be angry when all of this shit first happened. i was five, joel. i didn’t have time to be a kid, i didn’t have time to be angry then. i didn’t know what the fuck was happening. until everyone around me died,” you paused and looked at him. his gaze was still hard but he looked like he was thinking.

“i was her age when everyone around me died, and i had to be on my own. and i’ve had people in my life after. not all of them good. i’ve been hurt, violated–i didn’t have a protector like she did. does. i know everyone has their sob story. i’m allowed to be angry.” you finished and sighed, rubbing your forehead.

you didn’t know what else to say. you were just so angry, now at him.

“i’m sorry. you didn’t deserve that, you know. you should’ve, y’know, been able to be a kid.” this wasn’t his thing. you could tell. but he was trying, and he really didnt know what to say either.

“yeah,” you agreed and finally acknowledged that it was just him and you in this room. the silence made it too obvious, and you kind of pulled your body into yourself.

“i’m gonna get some sleep, be best if you do too,” his southern accent sounded thick, sounded so sharp that you felt like you could listen to it for hours. you always enjoyed the southern twang of your own accent, but hearing his felt different.

“should i stay, joel? would you leave, if you were me?” you asked before he grabbed the handle after standing up, and he turned to look at you.

“i don’t know,” he said. he wasn’t going to be the blame for you making a mistake that you regretted. he wasn't going to be anything more than a provider while you were under his watch, he wasn’t someone to give advice.

“goodnight, joel.” you said coldly, moving off the bed and crawling into the covers. he stepped out of your new room, saying nothing. you wanted to cry. everything was so cold around you, so uncomfortable.

you were confused. and you were alone, at that. your loneliness never felt like this before, and it hurt. you missed your mother, you missed your father. you missed normalcy, you missed not having to fight for yourself 24/7. you were tired and joel was humbling you. he was waking you up to reality, that nobody will be there for you other than yourself.

he was showing you that not everybody cares about sob stories. if your pain outweighed another person’s pain. he was showing you that you only have yourself in the end, to depend on and fight for.

a part of him did want you to stay. he knew all too well what the world held for you outside of these walls. he knew you'd get yourself killed out there, and for some reason he felt too guilty to not encourage you to stay. he wanted to somehow keep you safe too, even if it’s not him doing it. but a part of him wondered if he had to keep you safe from yourself, if you were the biggest threat to your own safety—or if he was.

you knew what the world held for you too. absolutely nothing. you felt like you were living in hell. it held nothing for you, nothing but constantly battling to fight for your survival. it felt like hell because it seemed like your worst days were on repeat, replaying for you to relive it all over again. your days felt the same. still not a day went by without having some sort of blood shed.

constantly being paranoid, wondering if there was someone in the darkness of the woods watching you like prey. you hadn't known peace for such a long time, and here it was in the guise of a bitter old man with a pretend daughter.

he didn’t know how long it’d be before he was the reason you were hurt, lost, or worse.

there were things you didn’t know, things he didn’t want you to know and if you did, you’d flee again. as you should. he was a monster. but he was scared, and he’s been scared since ellie came into his life.

he was feeling it again. the attachment, the tugging at his heart and lungs. seeing you, he was uneasy again. he was worried if he’d be the reason for things going wrong after deciding to stay. he didn’t know if it was the best thing, to trust him.

he didn’t know if it was the best thing to trust you.

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Hell Ain't So Bad - Part Nine

pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie), 

warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut (eventually), angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, violence and swearing.

summary: Ellie was lost in the world, homeless with no idea what to do and nowhere to go.. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?

author’s note: Unbetaed, readers beware.. if you want to chat with me about ideas/theories for this story I'm open to it, my asks are always open as well.

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @bngurngheart @cncohshit @valiantroeagleangel @blackveilomens @dominuslunae @tearfallpixie @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747

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Noah leaned in on her with a smirk, teasing her after bringing her the rest of the way to her apartment. Sure, he could have done that to get her home from the start. From the moment that Nicholas had told him where her assigned housing was. However the possibility of tormenting her on the walk home had been too far too much of a temptation to pass up, and so here they were. Looking down at this little fragile him, that he could probably snap in two without so much of an effort, and not for the first time tonight, he was realising tonight, that she wasn’t the only one that was being tormented.

The question, however, did she even realise what she was doing? Every time she’d even looked over at him all night, his attention had been immediately drawn to her, as if for the first time in a few hundred years he’d had no control of a single thing he was doing. Oh yes, demons weren’t the little mortals of the world that humans were. He was not the youth that she might think he was. He might be a lord of Hell, but he didn’t start that way, sure he’d always been good at what he did, gifted at magic, but there was a vast difference from being the grunt demon to being the one in charge of actual punishment dimensions and lower demon ranks.

She might be young, she might be human, but she was drawing him in with a dangerous fire. Dangerous because who knows where it could take him. A lord of hell with a human like her was a dangerous line, and crossing it, he wasn’t sure she would even want to know the implications. Then again, there were probably more for him than there were for her. Could he take them? Could he handle the fall out in the long run should all of it fall apart? Would crossing that line be worth it just to take the risk?

Ellie looked up to him, the heated look in his eyes, and the way he was leaning into her, the urge to touch made her feel a little bit more feral by the second. That smirk on his lips, and oh my god, what had he just called her? BabyGirl. Her fingers flexed at her side and her thighs pressed together as she contemplated just what she’d have to do to get him to call her that again. Maybe even hear her name on his tongue in a whole different way..

Oh hell, screw not touching.. Leaning up, she went to try and kiss him, but then at the last second he was leaning back, standing a bit taller again, and she found her hands curled against those firm, wide shoulders. Moaning in longing against his skin, where his tank top left his collarbone exposed,

“Noah- what-”

For a second she thought that she’d gotten her signals crossed, glancing up, she’d seen the way he was looking at her all night, the way he was looking at her now.. He was leaning in like he was going to kiss her and then he just.. However as she glanced up to him, her lips brushing against his skin, she felt the bob of his neck as he swallowed, the way his adam’s apple shifted and she couldn’t help but smile with the realisation dawning on her. No, she hadn’t gotten her signals crossed at all. She hadn’t been wrong, he had been looking at her like he wanted to fucking eat her all night. Stupid Pretty Boy demon.

“Noah…”

If he was going to try and ignore her, she wasn’t going to make it easy for him, her hands curving around his shoulders, and running down his arms, over his tattoos, her lips parting as her face tilted up against his neck as she rose up onto her toes so she could reach as much of his neck as she could. Damn tall asshole that he was. Too bad the fact that no matter how much she could complain about how tall he was, but it just made her want him to pick her up, press him against this door, and fuck her until she couldn’t walk all day tomorrow.

“Ellie-”

Groaning at the deep rough sound of his voice, oh, she could get used to that, he had to clear his throat a little then and she chuckled as her hands slipped down along his arms, running her fingers down his warm skin, and soaking him in, only to wrap her arms around his back. As she pressed her hands flat at the small of his back, she let her tongue swipe teasingly against his neck, her lips curling into a teasing smile knowing he could feel it with the way he swallowed again, giggling, oh she had him.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

His hands were on her, finally, those huge hands, with the long, damn, the things she was sure he could do with those long fingers. Oh, she could imagine all the wonderful things she would love for him to do to her with those fingers, with so much more than those fingers. He said she couldn’t handle him in his demon form, Ellie was of the mind right now that she would love to prove him wrong. Problem was, it took her a moment to realize, that he wasn’t doing with his hands, anything that she wanted him to be doing with his hands.

No, he’d wrapped his hands just above her hips, and were curved around the band of her pants, patting her pockets. As she let her hands roam over the muscles of his back, moaning against his skin. Oh yes, she was feeling him up, she’d admit to it, at least to herself. It had been far too long since she’d gotten laid and the thought of him between her legs, god. Whoever that was out there, please.

When she felt his fingers slip into her pants pockets, no no, could he not go for-

“Ah ha, key-”

“Noah, please-”

She wanted him to touch her, she wanted something, anything, right now.

“Now, now, BabyGirl, gotta get you inside.”

With the jingle of her keys, she was pouting, and groaning, he was serious, and it was cruel that he was being so frustrating to her right now, not giving in, not even just the slightest little bit. Not even a kiss, just a kiss at least? But no. Instead he was turning the key in the lock of her door and getting it open so he could get her into her apartment, and all but manhandling her inside.

“Bed for you.”

“Going to come with me?”

Smirking up to him as she walked backwards as he herded her into her apartment, Noah shaking his head with an exasperated expression, but no, she didn’t miss the fact that his eyes were still as dark as night, with that flicker of fire in them when he looked down to her. That hunger was still in his eyes, it hadn’t faded since he’d tormented her when they’d first teleported here. Her pussy clenched just at that look.

“Water, you are going to drink water.”

Because that was what drunk humans needed. He’d had to help with Folio after their drinking games enough to know what humans need when they get drunk, and her being dehydrated wasn’t going to do her any favours tomorrow morning when she woke up. When she pouted up at him and didn’t want to move, he shifted and literally picked her up over his shoulder, and carried her into the small kitchen area of her apartment.

Setting her down onto the counter, he proceeded to pour her a cold glass of water, pushing it into her hand.

“Drink, now.”

His dark eyes flickering with that fire as his voice took on a heavy growl of a tone that made her thighs press together, as she squealed and started drinking the water without a word. Even as she drank the water though, the cool liquid running down her throat, though not nearly enough to cool the fire in her belly when it came to him, he just watched her. When the glass was empty, she set it aside and smirked,

“Done.”

“Alright, Ellie, to bed with you.”

“Okay.”

Grinning brightly, that was just fine with her, jumping down from the counter, lifting her shirt over her head, and tossing it aside, starting to strip off her clothes right in front of him, walking her way to her bedroom, throwing a glance over her shoulder to Noah, making sure he was following. He was. Shaking his head at her antics as he followed, but as they got to her room, and her jeans found the floor, he moved faster than she could, the cheat.

Reaching her bed, he had her blanket in his hands, and she was dressed in nothing but her brand new lacy underwear. So moving quickly, he used her blanket to wrap her up like human burrito, tangle her up, to confine her, keep her from doing anything stupid right now as he dropped her on her bed, and pulled her shoes off when he did, there she was. She wiggled in her blanket with a groan, but he’d wrapped her up tight.

“Stay still, BabyGirl, and sleep. I’ll leave you something to help you feel better in the morning.”

With a blink he disappeared from her bedroom.

Fuck, Noah hated himself right now, he hated himself so much. He reappeared in Nicholas’ apartment just as his best friend got back from leaving Folio crashing in his own place. Glaring at him, Noah didn’t say a word at first as he made his way into Nick’s kitchen and stole one of his beers.

“Did you not just drink Folio under the table with shots already tonight?”

As he twisted the bottle open as Nick followed him into the kitchen, Noah lifted the bottle to his lips and took a pull of the drink, swallowing before setting it down to the counter,

“She is going to be the fucking death of me, I got her home, where she decided to attempt to drunkenly seduce me.”

The smirk that came from Nick then,

“So, why are you here then? Never stopped you before.”

Noah frowned, okay, so he had him there. He liked sex. He liked sex. This one was different though. “I’m here, because there is no way in hell that woman isn’t going to be fucking sober and knowing exactly what she’s doing when I make her beg for my cock.” He’d wonder would she be worth the risk of what could happen if this went wrong? Yes, yes he believed she could be. himself right now.. But she was going to be sober when he made her beg for his cock dammit. 

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Requests

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I write for…

resident evil.

— ada wong, jill valentine, ashley graham, mia winters, ethan winters, leon kennedy, luis serra, carlos oliviera, sheva alomar, albert wesker.

the last of us.

— ellie williams, dina woodward, joel miller, tommy miller, abby anderson, jesse.

until dawn.

— sam giddings, mike munroe, emily davis, matt taylor, josh washington, ashley brown, jessica riley, chris hartley.

chuck (tv series).

— chuck bartowski, ellie bartowski, john casey, sarah walker, morgan grimes, devon woodcomb.

the evil within.

— sebastian castellanos, juli kidman.

scream.

— billy loomis, gale weathers, mickey altieri, amber freeman, jill roberts, kirby reed, sam carpenter, quinn bailey, sidney prescott.

saw.

— adam stanheight.

My rules…

i will write pretty much anything. i’ll do smut, fluff, angst, yandere behaviour, horror, etc. i won’t do any extremely disturbing kinks though for smut, like i absolutely will not do anything to do with piss. i won’t do any adult x minor stories, and i also won’t do any large age gaps. i write for mostly romantic relationships, but i will do platonic as well.

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General info:

I'll only do requests that interest me this is something I do for fun in my free time so you might get an answer awhile after a submission :]

Most likely to get through headcanons/short prompts done first!

Characters I write for:

Don't be afraid to ask for a character from the same Fandom however! I'm just better with these guy's characterization :]

The Last of Us: Ellie Williams, Dina, Abby Anderson

Dead By Daylight: The Trapper (Evan MacMillan), The Nurse (Sally Smithson), Ghost Face (Danny Johnson), The Huntress (Anna), The Pig (Amanda Young), The Plauge (Adiris), The Onryō (Sadako Yamamura)

Silent Hill: Lisa Garland, Maria, Mary Shepard-Sunderland, James Sunderland, Angela Orosco, Harry Mason

Misc: Sadako Yamamura (ringu), Selene (underworld), Carol Aird (Carol),

Resident Evil: Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Jill Valentine, Claire redfield (games/movies), Alice Abernathy (movies), Rebecca Chambers, Helena Harper

The Quarry: Emma Mountebank, Abigail Blyg, Kaitlyn Ka, Laura Kearney, Max Brinley, Nick Furcillio, Jacob Custos, Dylan Leviny, Ryan Erzahler

Until Dawn: Sam Giddings, Ashley Brown, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley

Life is Strange: Maxine "Max" Caufield, Chloe Price, Rachel Amber, Kate Marsh, Victoria Chase, Dana Ward

Tomb Raider: Lara Croft (better with the survivor series), Sam

Saw: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner Stanheight, Lynn Denlon

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Character x Reader, Character x Character, Some OC X Characters, Polyships, LGBTQ+

Heavy angst/sensitive topics

AUs and alternative settings

Accept headcanon requests for multiple characters

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NSFW (suggestive stuff is fine but I'm not writing smut)

Incestual/pedophilic ships (yes this includes adoptive family or parental/sibling figures don't test me)

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To Update/ Coming soon- June 14th- August 31st

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Admiral's Daughter- part 1, 2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick ff, Chasing Angels series. 2 Hangman/ Bianca/ Rooster, 3 Dagger Squad, 1. Bianca, Hangman, Coyote, and Phoniex.

Baby I Do,- Part 2* ,3*, 4,5- Elvis- Burnin' Love series- Elvis/ Sylvie

Little White Church- One Shot- Elvis- Stand alone- Elvis/Sylvie

Cowboy Take Me Away- Parts *2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy*- One shot- Yellowstone- Angel of Mercy Series- Lee Dutton/ Spencer Abbott

Just Dance- Part 1, 2*,3*,4* - Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Wouldn't It Be Nice- One shot- Supernatural- Darkest Before the Dawn Series- Dean/Ellie

Secrets That Are Meant- one shot* Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Sam/ Dean- Wincest

To Be Kept- One Shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Ellie/Dean/Sam

Need You To Know- One shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept- Ellie/Dean

Be My Baby Tonight- Part 1, Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*- Avengers, Only Fools Rush Series- Steve/ Lennon, Bucky/ Lennon

Saturday's Alright For Fighting- One Shot- Fast Saga- Life in The Fastlane Saga- Vince/Sophie

On The Outside- Parts 3, 4,5,6 The Outsiders- On The Outside- implied Soda/Mattie

Game Changers- Part 2, 3,4,5.6- The Mighty Ducks- Game Changers series- Adam Banks/ Ava Bombay

I Kissed A Girl- One Shot*- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane Saga- Letty/ Sophie

California Girls- One Shot*- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels- Phoniex/ Bianca

Courage Under Fire- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire Series- Bill/Olivia, Olivia/ Joseph Liebgott, Bill/ May Jenkins Parts 1, 2, 3*,4,5

Burnin' Love- Elvis- Burnin' Love Series- Elvis/Sylvie- Parts 5,6,7,8,9,10

Chasing Angels- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels Series- Rooster/ Bianca, IceMav, Hangman/ Bianca, Hangman/ Phoniex, Phoneix/ Bianca. Parts 2, 3*, 4*,5,6,7

Should Be Me- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire series- what if- part 2- Bill/ Olivia

Charming Town- Sons of Anarchy- Charming Town Series- Jax/Ryder- Parts 7,8, 9*,10*,11*,12

I Don't Dance But For You- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels one shot- Rooster Bianca-

Only Fools Rush In- Captain America- Only Fools Rush in Series- Parts 2,3,4,5*,6*,7*,8,9,10- Bucky/Hannah. Steve/Peggy

Under False Pretenses- Band of Brothers Mafia AU- Under False Pretense series- Liebgott/ Olivia, Dick/Olivia/Nixon part 2*,3*,4*,5*,6,7,8*,9*,10*

Are You Going My Way- Band of Brothers College AU- Are You Going My Way Series- Lewis/ Olivia, Buck/Olivia, Liebgott/Oliva, Bill/Olivia etc Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*,5,6*

Please, I Need You- Chicago PD- Thin Blue Line series- Jay Libby one shot

Got You- Chicago PD x Blue Blood crossover- Jayx Libby- parts 4*, 5*, 6, 7

Don't Stop Believing- Chicago Fire x Blue Crossover- Kelly Severide. Libby Reagan- Parts 2,3,4,5,6

Through The Heart- S.W.A.T- Luca x Josie Kay- parts 4,5,6,7,8

Star Crossed Lovers- Twilight- Star Crossed Lovers series- Rosalie/Emmett/ Lily parts 1,2,3,4,5

Hearts Made of Glass- Twilight All Human- Lily/Edward- Parts 2,3,4,5

Life In The Fastlane- Fast Saga- Vince/Sophie, Dom/Sophie, Letty/Sophie, Dom/Letty, Mia/Brian- Parts 7*,8*,9,10,11

Girl from Barstow- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane series- One shot-

Thin Blue Line- One Chicago/Law and Order SVU/Blue Bloods crossover- Parts 2,3,4

Winter's Gate- Game of Thrones- Winter's Gate series- Robb Stark/Jonlynn- Parts 4, 5*, 6

Homeward Bound- Game of Thrones- Winter Gate series- Robb Stark/ Jonlynn- Part 2,3, 4

Second Chances- Lord of The Rings/The Hobbbit- Second Chances series- Legolas/Ilianna/ either Fili or Kili- Part 2, 3,4

Royals- Harry Potter- Royals Series- Fred/Celeste. George- part 1,2,3,4,5

Puzzle Pieces- Triple Frontier- Miller Brothers/OFC parts 1,2,3, 4

Mine now. Sons of anarchy- Jax/Ryder one shot

Night Terrors - Winter Solider and the Falcon- Bucky/Lennon one shot

Sweet as Georgia Peach- Band of Brothers- prequel story to Courage Under Fire. Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Oh My, My Love- Elvis- Two Shot- part 1, part 2

London Blue- Band of Brothers- one shot- Liebgott/ Liv- set after D-Day

London Grey- Band of Brothers- one shot- Nixon/Liv

Undercover- One Chicago- parts 2,3,4

#ash writes #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick imagines #austin butler! elvis presley imagines #austin butler! elvis presley fan fiction #supernatural fan fiction #supernatural imagines #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers fan ficiton #fast and furious fan fiction #fast and furious imagines #yellowstone fan fiction #yellowstone imagines #the outsiders fan ficiton #the outsiders imagines #the mighty ducks fan ficiton #the mighty ducks imagines #sons of anarchy imagines #sons of anarchy fan ficiton #game of thrones fan fiction #game of thrones imagines #harry potter fan fiction #harry potter imagines #one chicago fan ficiton #one chicago imagines #twilight fan fiction #twilight iamgines #triple frontier imagines #triple frontier fan fiction

[sapphic-gardn]

9 people you’d like to get to know better

i’ve been tagged a few times so why not? thank you babies @lovers-liability @littlegrungegirlaf @mondaychildsworld @joelslegalwhre <3

last song: (i’ll tell you two of them bc the stark contrast makes me giggle) she - tyler, the creator ft. frank ocean, and heat lightning - mitski

favorite color: green green green and yellow (i cannot choose just one how dare you)

currently watching: i don’t really keep up with tv shows but i have quite a few that i must watch. i’m excited for the new season of american horror story. you can usually find me watching a random episode of forensic files LMFAO

last movie: you are so not invited to my bat mitzvah. i am a jewish-american girl and i am a sucker for adam sandler movies. i watched it with my family for a cozy lil movie night and we laughed. rabbi rebecca was the best part of the film.

currently reading: little women!! and a lot of fics on here. mostly ellie x reader and abby x reader smut but i digress.

sweet/spicy/savory: spicy and savory!!! ooohhh yummm gimme gimme gimme

relationship status: single, chronically.

current obsession: women. woman.

last thing i googled: “how to remove thermador freezer drawer” 💀 ice got stuck behind the drawer and it wouldn’t close LOL

currently working on: my joel fic, willow. i’m sorry for taking so long!!!

no pressure moots tags 🖤 @gracieheartsspedro @ilovepedro @chaotic-mystery @cool-iguana @breakfastatjoels @hier--soir @daydreamingmiller @bastardmandennis @cavillscurls

[shroomsandstrobs]

A New Perspective

Joshua x fem!reader

Genre: Paris AU, angst if you squint, fluff, mentions of smut

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, there' a LOT of fluff i'm so sorry, mentions of reader's body, also food, PETNAMES

(chapters : 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Chapter 6

Your eyes fluttered open. Someone was cooking. The scent of eggs and bacon traveled through the bedroom door, that lay ajar. You reached for the nightstand, coincidentally your glasses were on it. Shua must have put them there. Out of a habit you hand flew to your chest, finding the pendant resting gently below your collarbone.

You sat up in the large bed and stared at the wall, where a mirror stood propped against it. You could see that your neck was covered in multiple marks. The darkest one lay right below your collarbone. You brushed it curiously and you swore you could still feel the tingle of his lips where they were placed.

Your cheeks flushed indistinctly. Memories of last night came crashing down on you in an avalanche. Shua's breathing rigid and filled with pleasure, the pace of his thrusts quickening as your own breathe began to catch in gasps of bliss-

You forced your eyes shut and got up from the silk covered bed. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a robe hanging by the door. You briskly took it off the hook and walked into what you assumed to be the bathroom to wash up.

Minutes later you were standing in an extravagant kitchen with a breakfast nook that had a balcony looking out onto the city. The countertops and cabinets were a polished white and the quartz island gleamed like a diamond. Amid the sea of white stood Shua. A tightfitting black t-shirt made him stand out like a sore thumb against the background. The artist in you itched to draw the scene, but you were too distracted by the pain of hunger in your stomach.

Shua finally noticed your presence and quickly lowered the flame on the stove. He dropped a fork on the dark wood floor whilst trying to take an egg out of the pan and put an avocado on wheat toast. You stifled a laugh as he bent down to pick it up from the ground. You could see he was trying to mask a smile. He spoke with an airy tone, "Why don't you sit down in the nook? I'm almost done your plate anyway."

You plopped yourself down on the cushioned bench and stared out the window and looked down into the busy street below filled with fashionable pedestrians and cars. You suddenly wondered what time it was. Elly and Norma were probably at the shop already wondering where you were. You just shrugged it off.

Shua placed your plate of food in front of you while you were looking away, snapping you out of your thoughts. You were silently grateful for it though as he made his way to sit next to you, placing a smell kiss on your temple.

"I hope you slept well, you were curled up into a ball of blankets this morning."

Your cheeks flushed again, but this time out of embarrassment. It was a secret habit of yours to bunch up any blanket near you and snuggle with them, you've done it ever since you could remember. You retorted a response through a mouthful of avocado toast and bacon. "Did a take all of the blankets-? It's kinda a habit of mine, I'm sorry.."

Shua let out a goodhearted laugh that illuminated his face. "Oh don't be sorry, silly. It was cute."

You gently punched him in the shoulder at his teasing and continued to munch on your toast. Shua was still laughing.

You mind began to wander at a lingering thought. You wondered if Shua would look at you different. Act differently. At the moment, he was being so breezy as if nothing happened. He took a sip of his black coffee. You gazed at the muscles in his neck work, the bob of his adam's-apple. You blushed inwardly. You were definitely acting differently toward him.

Shua must have noticed how you were staring at him, because he was now facing you, putting his strong and slender hand on your cheek. "Hey, ____. Look at me."

Your eyes met his. He had a look on his face that he was searching for something. Something wrong. He spoke in an almost whisper, barely audible. "If you're thinking about last night, I wanna let you know I don't regret a minute of it."

You leaned into his hand and closed your eyes. Your hands fiddled with the pendant at your throat silently, it gave you a sense of comfort and sensibility. He spoke again, but more urgently.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have rushed into things...I don't want to make you uncomfor-"

You opened your eyes and pressed a finger to his fingers mid-sentence. "Stop talking. Don't fret so much for once."

He smiled wryly as his confused eyes turned to moon crescents. You leaned forward so that your foreheads touched. You uttered softly, "Kiss me."

And he did. It wasn't filled with passion like of last night, but with true and honest love and carefulness, as if your heart were a fine piece of china. If not handled right it would shatter right under his touch.

You felt him smile against your lips as he took the pendant between his fingers. "Do you like the necklace?"

"Oh, Shua I love it." You breathed out a sigh as he pulled away and began stacking the plates and cups. He brought them over to a large sink and began rinsing. He spoke abruptly. "Hey, can I ask you something?

You looked up curiously from your lap. "Yeah, of course." He turned towards you, leaned his body onto the countertop. "So I've been invited to this party for a sponsorship with his perfume company and they seem pretty serious about me bringing someone with me-."

You stopped him mid-sentence, a ghost of a laugh in your voice. "So you want to ask me to this party of yours? I feel like I'm being asked out to prom all over again." He smiled at his hands and replied shyly, "Yeah, I guess am."

Your eyes lit up with new found anticipation. "I would love to go, but I don't have any fancy dresses. Or shoes at that matter."

"I'll buy you both, just tell me your size and I'll find something worthy for you."

You opened your mouth to retort an excuse that you were perfectly capable of buying a dress and shoes yourself but nothing came out. You let out a groan of defeat and wrote down your size and got up from the table. Shua smiled mischievously and called after you. "The party is this Friday, by the way."

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You arrived at the shop nearly an hour late because Shua wouldn't let you go out of his bear hugs. You walked through the door in one of his shirts, which nearly reached your knees, and the pair of pants you wore last night, now washed and cleansed from the rain.

The store wasn't as busy as you expected it to be, but Nora and Elly were both occupied with customers so you could dash right by them and dodge their questions. Nora peered at you curiously as you sat yourself at the front desk and began looking through a stack of files and projects to be signed and done. You rubbed your eyes out of frustration.

It was going to be a long week for you.

The whole week had been filled with answering questions of why you were acting so unusual from Nora and stares from Elly, who looked like he was about to go mad if he didn't figure out what was going on.

You were now walking towards Shua's apartment that Friday afternoon. He insisted that you'd come over to try on the dress he had bought and get your hair done by one of his stylists. You felt jittery all over at the thought of all the cameras and paparazzi that would be expected at the party. You could almost see the headlines. "Paris's best artist spotted at party with..."

That's where your mind stopped. With who? Sure, Shua had hinted he was an artist part of a group now focusing on solo work but you had expected a small artist. Not one who had paid sponsorships with a perfume company?! You were also still on the fence if he was Joshua from Seventeen, they did look alike but you couldn't quite place it.

You waved off the thoughts as you came to the entrance of Shua's building, still glamorous as ever. You quickly texted Shua you were here and walked into the main lobby and into the elevator, pressing the button where Shua's bedroom was.

The elevator doors opened to Shua looking like he was half-way ready to go to a fancy dinner. He wore black dress pants and a white under shirt that was slightly see-through. He smiled when you caught his eye and hugged you so hard that your feet were dangling off the ground.

"SHUAAAAAAAAAAA, PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW. FOR FUCK'S SAKE STOP SMOTHERING ME."

Shua laughed as he placed multiple butterfly kisses all over your face. He protested between kisses. "I'm just excited to see my darling, is all." Color rose into your cheeks at the pet name. Shua finally let you down as he led you into this room where they were multiple women with makeup and hair vanities at the ready.

Shua ran over to his bed and picked up a dress that was covered with plastic, obviously brand new. He beamed as he presented it. "Here's the dress, you can put it on in the bathroom." He then pointed to one of the stylists standing by the bathroom door. She waved politely at you. "That's Lily. She'll be helping you out with the dress and jewelry and your hair." You stood on your tiptoes to place a small on the corner of his mouth before walking into the bathroom with Lily who was very enthusiastic about how to style your hair.

After a few moments of doing the zipper at the back Lily finally let you look at yourself in the mirror. The dress fit perfectly and hugged your body. It was a beautiful satin black. The exposed corset flattered your middle. It wasn't too hard to move around in since the material was not as stiff as you'd expected. You did a little twirl in the mirror at which Lily clapped merrily, complimenting how stunning you looked. She then handed you an opened box where a set of matching black platform heels. At least the heels were thick so you wouldn't fall like an idiot.

You began to put on the shoes but Lilly made a tut tut noise and said she needed to do your hair first. You sat silently at the vanity while Lilly worked away at the wild wisps of your hair, transforming them into careful and gentle curls. The finished product was a very done up half up-half down style with two curls in the front to frame your face. She then pulled out a few small boxes which contained a gold bracelet, small gold hoop earring, and a gold chain necklace. She began to take off the pendant that was already around your throat but you stopped her. "I want to keep it on."

Lily sighed and muttered something about how the silver would throw off the gold but she just shrugged it off and finished her work.

Lily patted your shoulder to let you know you could put your shoes on and walk out to get your make up done.

You walked out of the bathroom a little wobbly at first. The feeling of the heels foreign to your feet, but you quickly became accustomed to them. You smiled shyly as everyone turned around and showered you compliments. Shua was the last to turn around from his make up vanity. He had put on a black button-up shirt with a small gold chain at his throat.

He gawked at the sight of you. His eyes wide with adoration as they traveled down your body, taking in every detail. He rose from his chair and stood only a few feet from you. With the heels, your head was almost level with his. "___, you look beautiful."

You looked down and whispered a thank you. "Come on let's get your makeup done, darling."

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Your fingers thrummed nervously at your collarbone watching the buildings go by in a blur. The makeup artist had covered the fading bruises with concealer and had looked at you suspiciously on how you got them. You had laughed it off but you swore you could feel Shua's eyes on you the whole time you came up with some stupid excuse of hitting your neck while organizing a closet.

You passed a glance at Shua, who was on his phone texting someone. You cleared your throat as a signal to look at you. "So, where exactly is this party?"

He smiled. "The Eiffel Tower."

Your mouth obviously was gaping open because he laughed it. You rolled your eyes and stared out the window, the Tower coming closer into view. From where you were you could see flashing cameras and sophisticated people stepping out of cars onto a red carpet. You gulped. Shua placed a careful hand on your shoulder, startling you. "It's going to be okay, just smile and hold on to my hand."

You plastered a reassuring smile as the car pulled up to the red carpet. Nosey stares trying to figure out who it was. Shua stepped out of the car first the camera flashes illuminated his figure. You scooted yourself over to the next seat over as he reached his hand inside for you hold. You rose to your feet as gracefully as you could. You smiled at the cameras and wide eyes. You waved shyly and bent your head still smiling.

Shua whispered a small "come on" and hooked his arm in yours and began walking. As you took quick strides to keep up with Shua's long ones you picked up bits and pieces of conversation of photographers.

"Is that that one artist...I cant believe he's with her!?"

"It's the girl from A New Perspective...get the shot!"

"He actually showed up with a date!"

"____, over here!"

You turned in the direction of the shout and flashed a smile before your replaced your focus on not busting your ass on a red carpet.

Shua and you stepped into an elevator, closing off the noise of the paparazzi. You let out a sigh and leaned your head on his shoulder, resting your eyes from the blare of lights. He placed a peck on your forehead. Eyes fluttering open, you saw Shua stare ahead of him, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

The elevator came to a halting stop and revealed a ballroom-like floor with scattered tables at the edges and a bar. People mingled everywhere, black and gold models and designers posing and laughing heartedly. You felt so out of place with your short artist nails, not at all like the long and slender ones of the people there.

Shua placed a hand on the small of your back and bent toward your ear, his breath sending goosebumps all over your skin.

"Let's go, darling."

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A/N: YES I KNOW I HAVE BEEN DEAD FOR THE PASS 2 MONTHS I WAS HAVING A WRITING BLOCK OMG. I'LL GET THE NEXT CHAPTERS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE (and thank you thank you for the amount of likes on chapter 5!!!)

-also reblog the fic, i love seeing your thoughts on it!-

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[enchanted1waters]

{Dancing on blades }

Ellie williams enemies to lovers x f!reader

Warnings: smut in the next chapter 👀, gotta build up that tension fr. VIOLENCE. minorsdn! GORE.

Idfk how many words <3 enjoy

Fog and storm clouds slowly crept in as the sun began to set, leaving only a sliver of light to cascade over and through the leaves of the tall trees and vines. I slowly crept through the brush, spacing out the entire time we walked. I was an offensive general mainly, I owned two katanas. Certified in aim and precision in my blade work. Not a single soldier has had a chance up against my rage. My sister was recently killed, 1 month, 2 weeks, and 1 day. She was my other half, the only symbol of life worth living since our parents passed. Until I heard a twig snap in the tall grass.

Up until this catastrophe of a meet cute, I was a part of a group called the shadow stalkers, now before you go saying oh my god, why the hell would you guys name yourself out of the most creepy creature- well to start off my rant, ehm I DONT FUCKING KNOW ASK THE GODDAMN LEADER, HELAGIN. MAYBE BECAUSE WE'RE HUGE ON STEALTH? WE LITERALLY AREN'T HEARD OF UNTIL WERE SLITTING YOUR THROATS IN YOUR SLEEP? Sorry, I quite hate that question. It's a very frequent question for newcomers. Even the idiotic newbies they continue to put on my assigned missions.

Carrying on my ignorant group I was assigned to consists of 3 poorly trained men, all which I hate expect one. The rest contains 2 women who are pretty educated just not physically. The qualified being posted at base considering the current outbreak of violence following my sisters death. All of these people quite literally never stop talking, hence me not hearing their signaling in my ear piece. Ya see I sent myself off to take my total happy ass up to find a place for my quadrant to sleep tonight, secure it and radio it in to the team. One that was being led by sergeant l Adams, a white, blonde, blue eyed, 5'10 on a good day man. "Better get a move on, General Vilaria." His egotistical voice boomed in my ear piece as I walked up the street scouting. "Watch it Malibu Ken, wouldn't want you to hurt your plastic voice box running your mouth." I retorted back in a mocking matter, causing a lot of them to respond with giggles and chuckles over the line. Which led me to switch it off.

So I then took my sweet time. Walking up to the Seattle hotel, and walking right in, my eyes caught a glimpse of the chandelier. Gears turning in my head, took only two minutes for me to block the entrance, set the traps by the hallways and aim for the chain holding up the gigantic crystal light fixture. My finger squeezing the trigger followed by the bone rattling sound as the masterpiece shattered, alarming everything in the building to come flooding towards me. About 4 or 5 runners instantly blown up on the traps, one clicker left crawling it's way towards me only to then be fed my blade down it's throat.

Hotel cleared, secured, now to scavange, but first I needed to turn my ear piece on to radio in. Then a very strange noise filled my ear as I flipped it on, static. Nothing, this wasn't new. This happened sometimes if our directed quad was out of range, nothing a few flights of stairs and finding a lookout point wouldnt solve. I quickly found a ledge to search from. I saw officers 16, 23, 72, 54, and.....9 was no where to be seen. My eyes showered intensely over the valley attempting to find the number 9 desperately. That's when I saw leaves moving. Yet I couldn't make out what was causing this, so I pulled out my sniper rifle off of my strap back. Focusing in, my eyes sadly didn't find 9 getting up but instead sliced by the neck in one swift motion by a figure. A gasp fell from my mouth, not from horror and the desensitized gore but the sudden attack and not being able to radio it in.

Not wanting to let the intruder know of my awareness, I threw a rock towards a van next to officer 56, Adams. He quickly jumped back, following my line of sight, to which I subtly coaxed my forced companion towards the figures whereabouts. The blonde boy instead just swatted his hand and turned back around. I swore at least 50 times. Looking through my scope in frustration, I hit my knee once more. Fuck, he isn't gonna listen and get the rest of them killed. As I moved my scope slightly over the horizon, I was met with reality hit straight to my face, seeing as all 4 remaining quadrant officers were already face down or slit open. When I attempted to relocate Sergeant Adams, the figure had him in a chokehold. Then only was my vision met with brown, cold, hard eyes.

Fuck.

I had been alone plenty of times, but knowing I had now made eye contact with the successor of the fallen teammates. That sent chills on my fight or flight instincts.

That's when my senses rang a sound from the bottom of the building. Heavy footsteps. My adrenaline suddenly coursing through my veins. As I counted the footsteps and voices. I felt the strategy in the air, quickly throwing my past objective out of the window. I found myself listening for the door to click, and it did.

"You sure it was a girl? We had a male kill 12 of our soldiers." The man's voice grumbled through the air. "Yes. Nora reported a brunette with short hair. Girl that was with the bastard Abby bashed in." My heart pounded, hands starting to slip from my hiding place. That's when I heard the floor creak as the man entered the bathroom. "I can still hear her begging Abby to stop, boo FUCKING hoo." His laugh rang like poison in my lungs. The taste sour on my tongue. The millisecond he stepped beneath me, I let go of the ceiling's inner walls. In the brief falling action, I felt free, yet so spiteful. Every tear spilling into this moment fed a booming monster of grief. Leading to taking to it out on every goddamn being that stands in my waym

As I made contact with the muscular man Imediately began to claw at his eyeballs, causing him to send me flying back sandwiched between his back and a tile wall. My ears ringing at the crunch of tile and a rib of mine. The squash of his eye as my left hand finally dug it's burrow, I seized his moment of agony to grab my dagger attached to my belt. Swinging my right arm across his entire neck, yet just before pulling back I was cut off by a loud. "WAIT!" a woman, finding herself walking in on an intense battle, pointing a gun at me. "Don't you dare you little bitch", she says. My eyes met hers; in moments like these I experience dissociation. Yet for viewer experience, here I was eyes blown wide with blood lust, blood gushing down my hand, as I held a blade to a man's jugular, spitting the words, "or what." This version never met my sister except once. Once when we were still on the ranch. I still remember the fear in her eyes and she pulled my relentless 13 year old self off of the coward of a man. Snapped out of a trance as my eyes met hers. My soft skin now tarnished with blood stains. Yet Kai held me so gently. As if I would break if she held me a smidge firmer. "It's okay, little butterfly. He's not gonna hurt us anymore. We're safe. I promise."

Snapped back to reality, I flung my left hand from his eye and straight to his hand limply holding a smg to which I stocked the woman fill with many bullets. The man screamed In despair, but the butterfly that once would hold this man through his heart break now kicked him over, tied him to a chair, and leaned on the counter. "Tell me where the fuck Abby is." His lip quivered. He shook his head slightly, "don't play dumb, I see your wlf intials." I said firmly crossing my arms. "Why I do such a thing when you spend an entire clip on my WIFE." He called out with tears running out of his wounds. "It was half, ass hat. And you're lucky I made it quick. What did you say?" I lightly tapped my chin, "ah, yes boo. Fucking. Hoo." This sentence brought the grown man to a Hollar as he scream cried. I walked over to him putting a knife into his mouth in between sobs, lightly wedging between teeth. "You tell me now, and I'll kill ya fast. Resist and I'll take each accessory out one by one like a mother FUCKING Polly pocket." My eyes burned into his, a silent promise of my words. Tears streaming down out of his eyes, my gaze adverted, "that's actually disgusting. It's a shame your eyes aren't as sealed as your lips. Maybe if we take them too, hmm? Replace them to take duty as your eyelids?" I say with a growing smile. He quickly shakes his head avoiding puncturing his mouth with the blade.

Ten seconds later, his words are on a sheet of paper and someone's bursting through the door. My instincts spring into action, my boot positioning the still screaming man in front of me as a shield as I throw the dagger towards the figure, landing in the doorframe, cutting a piece of auburn ish hair. Taking my spare knife out to play, I stab the man in the head as the figure ducks behind a couch.

"I'm so sick of people crashing my shit, fuck off would you? Especially if you're with the wlf, then I'm gonna slaughter EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU" I say throwing a bottle of liquor onto the couch and throwing my lighter towards it. "I HATE THEM- SHIT , ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?" a raspy feminine voice booms from behind the flames. My mind blinks for a second at the fact she isn't one of them.

I'm halfway across the living room running for my blade in the frame, before im tackled to the floor. The impact causes my head to go a little fuzzy, the weight on top of mine, the heat all kick starting a part of me which is completely irrelevant in my current situation. "Halfway there sweetheart." I reply causing the auburnish brunette's kinda beautiful eyes to go wide eyed as we make eye contact, and a little flushed at my use of words. Allowing me to pin her legs against each other, flipping her over. She attempts to sit up, to which I use brute force to slam her back into the hardwood. "Sit. Good girl." I say with a slick smile as I reach for the blade she grabs my hand and pulls it the complete opposite direction. Hurdling me against another wall, slamming me against it.

Her vieny, calloused, tattooed hand wrapping around my throat as I look seriously finally into her eyes. Both now firm and cold. "If you aren't Wlf, who the fuck are you." She says. My eyes try to stay focused on her eyes, yet my gaze slips to her freckles. All spread out waiting to be counted and kis- "fuck you, and FUCK this." I said kneeing her in the stomach and elbowing her back as I grabbed the dagger out of the door frame. Quickly grabbing my strapped bag with all of the weapons and supplies. My cold walls starts to close again, as I'm outback into survival mode once again.

As I take one last look at the figure on the ground gasping for air, pointing my knife I promise her if she follows me. She won't be able to see which limb will be cut off next.

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Many days fly by, every night that passes. I lay strapped to a tree limb up high, forced to look at the stars. Every constellation reminding me of the threatening girl I had met and her freckles. I curse myself out of the intrusiveness. Drifting off to sleep once again after looking over my route to the target of my grief. That is until I'm awoken.

The sounds barreling through the corridors, tripping over each other , limbs flying, spores airborne. I look down the street a couple hundred yards to see a total of three people, running, struggling to get a break from the hoard. I try to shift and ignore the sound. But the thought and sounds continue to eat away at my chest.

Cursing myself to hell I hurdle my way towards the warfare. Climbing up a fire escape and through the old ladder bridge I had set a couple days ago, I made it to the church bell, where I had tied a rock to the pendulum in the middle. Grabbing it I swung it causing a distraction long enough for me to get down to the three blind mice. Following closely behind as two of them started to notice why their luck had changed. As one of the girls, a new one with a darker skin tone and pretty dark eyes smiled gently at me as if I was a saint. I felt guilty twang in my chest for I was not worthy of such kindness with the amount of blood I've spilt.

Directing them to a daycare I had found on a supply run, me and a taller handsome man slammed the door shut behind us. "Hurry- shit. Get that desk!" I said in a struggle towards the woman who wouldn't stay off of my mind. She easily pushed it towards me with a few grunts. After a few objects stacked on top of each other, I noticed the windows just a clicker busted through. Throwing its limbs around sporadically at the nice woman I had just met. Before it could lay a hand on her as she backed away, I stabbed right through its skull with my katana.

"Jesus, you KABOBBED that thing. Thank you." The pony tailed woman smiled and laughed, laying a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I nodded in acknowledgement as I looked over at the other twin "help me, hammer up some boards. Now." I cocked my head towards the play pins we would later use as security on this task.

As I hung the wood, secured the strength, and calmed my breathing. Not a single thought didn't include the stupid attractive woman. I'm so fucked.

#ellie williams #the last of us #strong female protagonist #enemies to lovers

[wuggy101]

Hi, this post is all/stuff about me!

· My name is Wuggy(not irl). It is a nickname.

· I identify as girlflux, and I use she/they pronouns.

· I'm under the age of 15.

· I am a lesbian.

· I am ambiamorous(meaning that I don't care if i'm in a monogamous relationship or a polyamorous relationship).

· I'm a big feminist and I'm all for women's rights.

· I'm athiest.

· I love art and will post some of my art here.

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My boundaries.

As I said I am under 15 so DO NOT send me anything that is for 18+ people otherwise I will block you.

If you send me ask's about topics like roe v wade, abortion rights, LGBTQIA+ rights, etc, etc, and SPECIFICALLY SAY that you want me and you to debate about that stuff, I will. Ps: leave something for me to know you by that way I don't get people mixed up.

DNI if you are homophobic, transphobic, and/or ableist.

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These are the fandom's i'm in and who I will write for, but please understand that I am not good at writing, and I will not always update because I lose motivation very easily.

· Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel

Stolas, Stella, Octavia, Blitzø, Millie, Moxxie, Luna, Fizzarolli, Asmodues, Verosika Mayday, Charlie, Vaggie, Angle Dust, Husker, Sir Pentious, Alastor, Lucifer, Vox, Velvette, Carmilla Carmine, Rosie, Adam, and Lute.

· Voltron: Legendary Defender

Allura, Lance, Keith, Hunk, Pidge, and Shiro.

· My Little Pony

The mane six, and The princesses.

· My Hero Academia

Class 1A, Class 1B, The teachers, most pro heroes, and the League of Villains.

· Demon Slayer

Almost all of them.

· Death Note

Again, almost all of them.

· She-ra and The Princess of Power

All of them.

· The Dragon Prince

All of them.

· Red Dead Redemption 2

All of them.

60 Seconds game

All characters.

Wednesday 2022

All characters.

Bryce Tankthrust

S.W.A.T

Hondo, Decon, Luca, Street, Tan, and Chris.

Steven Universe

Pearl, Amethyst, Garnet, Peridot, Lapis, and Bismuth.

The Owl House

Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, Hunter, Camila, Eda, Raine, and Lilith.

The Last of Us(HBO)

Joel, Tess, and Ellie.

Sweet Tooth

Gus, Tommy Jepperd, Bear, Aimee, Rani Singh, Dr. Aditya Singh, Wendy, General Abbot, and Johnny Abbot.

The Promised Neverland

All characters.

Yuri!! On Ice

All characters.

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My rules for writing.

Don'ts

I will not write smut.

Do NOT ask for NSFW pictures of me. If you do, you will be blocked as soon as I see it.

I will NOT do ANYTHING related to incest or pedophile's.

I don't do character x character things, I only do x reader.

I will only do female stuff as that is what I am comfortable doing.

I will not do ANYTHING related to yandere’s. I fucking hate that shit.

Do's

I will write hardcore angst, and maybe gore, IDK.

I will do LGBTQ stuff.

Thank you for reading!

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[findroleplay]

I’m a 30 yo enby who’s binging Degrassi: The Next Generation so I’m looking for an OC x CC RP! I’m only on season 11 but I simply can’t wait any longer to start RPing it! I don’t mind spoilers. Looking to ship with Sean Cameron, Spinner Mason, Jay Hogart, Eli Goldsworthy, Adam Torres, Declan Coyne, Alex Nunez, Ellie Nash, Jane Vaughn, Fiona Coyne or Bianca DeSousa. The characters I’m most interested in shipping with are in bold. I have a few OCs of various genders that I think would fit. I’m open to doubling, multiple ships, polyam ships, pairings of all genders, & platonic storylines. When it comes to shipping my OCs with female canons, I prefer F x F, unless it’s polyam M x M x F. I usually like RPs with angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, & smut. Triggers, limits, kinks, etc. will be discussed before starting. My responses are usually 1 paragraph long. I use discord. If interested, interact with this post and I’ll message you.

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#roleplay #rp #Degrassi: The Next Generation rp #oc rp

[prpfs]

📓 I’m a 30 yo enby who’s binging Degrassi: The Next Generation so I’m looking for an OC x CC RP! I’m only just starting season 11 but I simply can’t wait any longer to start RPing it! I don’t mind spoilers. Looking to ship with Sean Cameron, Spinner Mason, Jay Hogart, Eli Goldsworthy, Adam Torres, Declan Coyne, Alex Nunez, Ellie Nash, Jane Vaughn, Fiona Coyne, or Bianca DeSousa. The characters I’m most interested in shipping with are in bold. I have a few OCs of various genders that I think would fit. I’m open to doubling, multiple ships, polyam ships, pairings of all genders, self inserts, & platonic storylines. When it comes to shipping my OCs with female canons, I prefer F x F, unless it’s polyam M x M x F. I usually like RPs with angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, & smut. Triggers, limits, kinks, etc. will be discussed before starting. My responses are usually 1 paragraph long. I use discord. If interested, interact with this post and I’ll message you.

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#degrassi roleplay #degrassi rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #oc x cc #f/f #m/m/f #dead dove

[roleplay-today]

I’m a 30 yo enby who’s binging Degrassi: The Next Generation so I’m looking for an OC x CC RP! I’m only on season 11 but I simply can’t wait any longer to start RPing it! I don’t mind spoilers. Looking to ship with Sean Cameron, Spinner Mason, Jay Hogart, Eli Goldsworthy, Adam Torres, Declan Coyne, Alex Nunez, Ellie Nash, Jane Vaughn, Fiona Coyne or Bianca DeSousa. The characters I’m most interested in shipping with are in bold. I have a few OCs of various genders that I think would fit. I’m open to doubling, multiple ships, polyam ships, pairings of all genders, & platonic storylines. When it comes to shipping my OCs with female canons, I prefer F x F, unless it’s polyam M x M x F. I usually like RPs with angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, & smut. Triggers, limits, kinks, etc. will be discussed before starting. My responses are usually 1 paragraph long. I use discord. If interested, interact with this post and I’ll message you.

[roleplayfinder]

I’m a 30 yo enby who’s binging Degrassi: The Next Generation so I’m looking for an OC x CC RP! I’m only on season 11 but I simply can’t wait any longer to start RPing it! I don’t mind spoilers. Looking to ship with Sean Cameron, Spinner Mason, Jay Hogart, Eli Goldsworthy, Adam Torres, Declan Coyne, Alex Nunez, Ellie Nash, Jane Vaughn, Fiona Coyne or Bianca DeSousa. The characters I’m most interested in shipping with are in bold. I have a few OCs of various genders that I think would fit. I’m open to doubling, multiple ships, polyam ships, pairings of all genders, & platonic storylines. When it comes to shipping my OCs with female canons, I prefer F x F, unless it’s polyam M x M x F. I usually like RPs with angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, & smut. Triggers, limits, kinks, etc. will be discussed before starting. My responses are usually 1 paragraph long. I use discord. If interested, interact with this post and I’ll message you.

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#twenty-one and over #degrassi #degrassi roleplay #degrassi rp #degrassi: the next generation #oc #oc roleplay #oc rp #ocxcanon #ocxcanon roleplay #ocxcanon rp

[pixie88]

Hi pixie,

I saw your comment on the Sexlife 19 minutes 50 seconds post. I have just catch up with this series it was hot 🔥 I wondered if Adam and Ella would reenact that elevator scene? The one where he finger fucks her and she has so many floors to 🎆

Hi Nonnie!

Wow! That scene is hot 🥵🥵 I'm not sure I can compete with it but I gave it a try and I hope ya like it! 😘 This is continuing from the By the sea ask.

Going up?

Pairings: Adam x Ellie.

Word count: 401

Warnings ⚠️: NSFW 🔞

They giggle as they walk through the hotel lobby a little tipsy, the lift pings before the doors open. Ellie walks in presses her back against the hard metal wall, "What floor are we again?" he asks her. "two floors too many!" she gives him a look that means sleep is the last thing on her mind. He presses their floor number and the doors shut as he makes his way over to her.

"Do you think we can make it to our floor without anyone interrupting?!" she winks at him. "I dunno, why what did you have in mind?" he's inches away from her. His hand slides up her thigh until it reaches her bare centre.

She smirks, knowing he found she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Hmmm...how long you been like this beautiful?" He asks as she parts her slick folds, he doesn't give her time to answer. His lips claim hers, looking up at the screen they have thirteen more floors to go.

He works against her clit, "Let's see if we can get you to come before those doors open again." She clenches around his fingers before he crouches down and throws her legs over his shoulders. His tongue rolls against her apex, "Adam....we...I....shouldn't!" But he's not listening to her, he moves his tongue against her button as his fingers curl to hit where she needs him most.

She grasps a fistful of his hair and she is barely holding on. She's close to tipping over the edge, "I'm....!" She hits her climax! Catching her breath, she looks down and he smiles up at her, "two more floors to go!" He laughs as he moves her legs, so he can stand.

Wrapping his arms around her the doors open, he claims her lips again. "Come on, we better get back to our room before we don't make it." She giggles knowing he'd have her in the hallway if they didn't hurry.

@lem-20 @aussieez @secretaryunpaid @irisofpurple @khoicesbyk @txemrn @wombatsxkookaburras @beautifuluknownvoid

#adam x ellie #ask #prompt ask #story prompt #writing prompts #oc prompt #anon ask #oc ask #ask response #lovely anon #sexlife #lift scene #smutt #adam x ellie smut