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hellsenthero · 2 years

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A Crimson Husk.

Bucky X FemReader

After a mission gone wrong you're questioning everything, your skills, your self-worth, your moral compass. Bucky can always bring you back from the dark, just how you do for him...but this time, it might be harder than anyone thinks. This time, it might be too late.

Warnings/themes: Cursing, death, blood, angst, fluff. (1.5k Words.)

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Written by: hellsenthero

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“Don’t be too hard on yourself.” You didn’t need to turn around to know it was Bucky that was following you out of the briefing room. You let out a scoff as Bucky took a leading step forward, coming to your side and matching your pace. “I’m serious. The mission was fucked to begin with. No one could have foreseen the shit that went down today.”

“I could’ve.” You answered bluntly.

“Y/N-” Bucky started, but you cut him off by whirling around, pain and anger plastered clearly across your face.

“I could have, Bucky.” Tears welled up behind your eyes and you didn’t have the strength to stop them from slipping down your cheeks. “If I didn’t have my head in the fucking clouds I would’ve seen the snipper earlier. I could have taken him out earlier. I could have stopped an innocent girl from dying, a child.”

Bucky reached out to grab hold of you, to wrap you in a comforting touch but you stepped back, your head shaking. As much as you wanted his touch, you didn’t deserve it, not when a child’s still body layed in a morgue because of you. “Don’t.” You pleaded. Your voice whisper soft, it was all you could manage without all your pain bubbling up and pouring out of you like crimson blood. Like the girl’s blood, spilling, pouring, pooling, leaving her body an empty, crimson husk. Without another word you turned and race back to your room. Your old room, where all that was left of your belongings were a few, forgotten miscellaneous items and dust piles. The rest of your things were in your shared room with Bucky.

Bucky was left standing in the hall, alone, aching to hold you and take away your pain. You never left him alone when his demons got the best of him…and he was the King of self-blame. But, if he forced himself into your space after you told him not to, he wouldn’t have been respecting you or your side, as you had always done with him. He was between a rock and a hard place, but Bucky knew it was nothing compared to what you were going through now. Especially knowing your past, knowing who you were, because of Hydra.

You never really talked about how your powers came to be when you joined the team. Your silence made Bucky weary at first. Others would train with you, talk with you and have movie nights together and he would simply watch, never quit understanding you, never quit trusting you.

It wasn’t until the two of you went on a mission just yourselves, did he come to see who you really were.

It wasn’t until that mission that he realized his feelings for you.

You’d been sent to an old, abandoned Hydra base in search of leftover files. Anything that would help in SHEILDS’ mission of bringing Hydra down. It was supposed to be easy, it had begun as an easy mission before you and Bucky got into the main war room.

The door swung open on creaking hinges, welcoming the two of you into a red-lit room, just like an old darkroom. Abandoned tables and chairs collected dust in the room, save for one, shining table in the middle of the room. It was clear that it had just been cleaned recently. It appeared nearly as though a housewife had begun her cleaning regime before getting distracted and leaving the rest of the room for someone else to clean. But Bucky and Y/N knew very well that this was the work of a distracted housewife, but Hydra. The single clear table was intentional, letting them know they had been expected at the base. But what was even worse were the two files left on the table, open, glaring at them with judgment. Y/N picked up the file with her name and picture on it. Her old code name glaring back at her in crimson letters.

MIDNIGHT

One look at her photo and Y/N was shutting the folder, praying that Bucky had been too focused on his own to notice hers.

But he hadn’t, he knew exactly what she was hiding from him. “You were taken…” Bucky said softly.

Y/N’s eyes grew wide as she realized he saw her file. “Bucky-” She began. But her cut her off.

“The red star, beside your name…” He starts, looking from the file in Y/N’s hands up to her Y/E/C eyes. “They put a red star beside the agents who were taken unwillingly. Who didn’t join but were instead forced into Hydra’s ranks.” Bucky pauses for a moment. “You’re like me.”

The ride back on the quinjet was spent with Y/N and Bucky swapting stories. Opening up about their painful memories in Hydra, how they were taken, what they were used for. By the end of the ride Bucky knew that you were it for him.

Flashes of the mission flew through your memory, you were like Alice, peering through the looking glass. Unable to stop. You were so trapped in your own mind that you didn’t hear Bucky coming into your old bedroom.

The Girl had been found locked up in a dirty, dark cell. Her limbs trembled from the cold, her lips blue. She wore nothing save for a pair of torn, gray pyjamas. Her eyes were wide with fear.

"Don't worry," you began softly, "we're here to help. We're getting you out." The girl’s glassy eyes flickered between you and Bucky, who stood behind you, protecting you from harm. “Can you walk?” You asked. Slowly, the girl nodded.

Out of the building the girl followed after you and Bucky, you led her while Bucky stayed behind her. You could see the quinjet before you, across the field, so so close…

But not close enough.

“Duck!” Bucky shouted. With a hand on the girls back you dropped yourselves to the ground. Gunfire swarmed you. Bucky had his back to you and he knelt, shooting at the men who had just come out of the building after you. There was no protection for the three of you in the open field other than your own weapons. You turned and shot at the men coming after you. Emotionless and you watched them drop to the ground like flys.

You thought you saw the snipper on the top of the roof before he got a shot in. You thought your bullet went through his skull before he could get a chance to shoot you or your lover. Surely, he had been aiming at either you or Bucky, but your realized with great horror, as your turned to your side, that you had been wrong. He’d gotten the shot out, and it hadn’t been aimed at you or Bucky.

Laying beside you, in a pool of her own blood, was the girl. Her open, terrified eyes staring into your own.

Y/N let out a scream of anguish as her eyes turned black. A scream that rang with death’s power. Together, like puppets on a single string, the rest of the agents shooting at her crumbled to the ground, their very lives gone in a second.

“Y/N” Bucky began as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You looked up into his blue eyes, hoping to find the comfort in them that you desperately needed. “Talk to me.” Bucky begged.

“I thought I could do good and not…” you trailed off, a sob getting caught in your throat.

“You do good, Y/N. You’re amazing and you’re so much better than I could ever hope to be.” Bucky said softly.

You shook your head as tears slipped down your cheeks. “I-I’m not… I’m a demon, Bucky, a literal demon. Don’t you see? No matter how hard I try I wasn’t made to save people.” Your eyes turned black as death’s passion surged through you. “Hydra made me in order to end our world as we know it. To kill. To take down heaven and crush God. My whole being is drenched in red and today…” you trail off with a shake of your head. Your hands shook at your sides as Bucky’s glassy eyes locked with your own. “Today was just the final piece of the puzzle,” you breathed. “I know now I don’t belong here.”

“Don’t say that,” Bucky growled.

“Why?” You question. The one word heavy with emotion.

“Because if you don’t belong here, then I certainly don’t,” Bucky answered. He took a moment to glance at his metal arm before he met your eyes once more. “You convinced me that I belong here. That I’m not the monster I was made to be. But if you honestly think you don’t belong here, that you’re a monster, then fuck, I’m a thing of nightmares.”

“Bucky,” you begin, but the soldier cuts you off.

“You didn’t put that girl into that situation. You didn’t shoot her. You are not responsible for her death. That’s what you always told me when the guilt because too much for me.”

A shaky breath of air left you. You didn’t realize you had crumbled to your knees until your felt Bucky’s arms wrapped around you, his hand combing through your hair as he whispered sweet nothings in your ears. “Bucky-” You gasped.

“Shhh,” Bucky started as he pulled you onto his lap in the middle of the floor. “You’re okay. It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re home. I’ve got you.”

“How…” you gasped. “How do you stay so strong?” You ask him as your guilt claws at your heart.

“I got you.” Bucky says softly. “You keep me strong.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “And you have me now baby, I’ll keep you strong.”

And he does, Bucky keeps you strong long after your tears dry up.

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #James Buchanan Bucky Barnes #bucky fucking barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader fic #bucky x avenger!reader #bucky x reader fanfic #bucky x reader oneshot #bucky x reader flangst #bucky x reader fluff #bucky x reader angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #hellsenthero

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renegadecantlife · 1 year

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Looking for a stucky fic I've read before, premise is that people are assigned roles at the certain age Dom-Sub. Reader is a sub who was kept sheltered from the outside world becoming more accepting of submissives being real living people and not slaves, so her father gives her to an abusive dom. In comas stucky, steve is the dom bucky is his sub but when they meet the reader while her Dom is out of town they decide to take her in as her health is at major risk due to being mistreated, story ends happy with the reader learning to be a happy healthy sub in a happy healthy relationship

Edit! Fic has been found!

It was re-found by the lovely @hellsenthero

It's called 'A relationship you dident know you deserved' by the lovely @vampiregirl1797 ^^ I will reblog it and tag those who wished to be tagged once it was found, absolutely love this fic vampire! Keep up the good work <3

#bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x oc #dom steve rogers #sub bucky barnes #dom/sub #stucky #the avengers #sam wilson #pepper potts #tony stark

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anasweetlywrites · 2 years

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Fanfics / Imagines recommendation list - Part 3

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► ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ◄

Another blog with fanfics I like and recommend so whenever I’ll want to read again I can tap the link and other people can discover them as well~

Warning !!! : smut,fluff,angst . All of them are x reader.

Notes :

I have more saved in my drafts and reblog them or add them in another list like this one~

I'm also working when I can on recommendation lists with stories with other fandoms kinda like a warning? cuz you'll see me reblogging or posting lists with anime or something else other than marvel related content

Steve Rogers

Say it Steve @ussgallifrey

Wake Up Call Steve @ardentcupid

All these 3 by @punani

My girl Steve

Dead of the night Steve

+ this one with Christ Evans Before the birds sing

It's great @disasterofastory

Fingering with mafia!Steve @angrythingstarlight

butterfly @lanadelreyscokewhor3

it’s artistic vision,pumpkin @lanadelreyscokewhor3

+ this one with Christ Evans Three @rocketrhap3000

Bucky Barnes

Comfort @buckyodinson

Submission @peachstyles

Overly worried and Touch starved @multi-stann

Blurry lines @idy-ll-ique

Foot massage @tomhollandsstan

Sauna @tomhollandsstan

Stress reliever @lanadelreyscokewhor3

Heat @heavysoldat

in the late hours, i’m yours to have boxer!roommate!Bucky @cityofstqrs

+ this one with Sebastian Stan Good girl @rocketrhap3000

Bucky x reader x other characters

Dolled up Stucky x female!reader @stevesbestgirl

Siberia Stucky x female!reader @hellsenthero

Looks Like Your Husband Has No Objections Bucky x female!reader x Zemo @becca-e-barnes

+this one with Zemo

Zemo x F!Reader Headcanons - Cramps @buckyodinson

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myreadings · 3 years

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Bucky Barnes Library 2

My favorite fics about Sergeant James "Bucky" Barnes

Started: 08/10/2021

Last Update: 09/14/2021

Total Works: 35

Masterlist Part 1

Stay by @celestialbarnes

Long overdue by @angelkurenai

Swipe Right by @propertyofpoeandbucky

the world’s a little blurry by @summergrls

Cuddles by @basslinedweller

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t figure it out?” by @wakandasoldier

THE DORA MILAJE by @spidermandes

As Of 1949

“You’re in love with her.” by @givemea-dam-break

“We can’t be friends. I can not just be your friend.” by @xfandomwritingsx

NYX by @allisonbaelfire

Borrowed Apples by @dizzydancingdreamer

Honor You by @blissfullylostinarabbithole

The Keychain by @marvelettesassemblenow

The Long Way Home by @imhereforbvcky

Tech problems by @subwaysurf45

Bucky figuring out that the reader has a public sex kink by @sableseb

"Doll. After I just-. You need to give me five minutes." by @angrythingstarlight

See the World the Way You Do by @vanderlustwords

Elevator Escapades by @cupids-crystals

daisy chain by @belowva

One Rule by @wicked-mind

Find Me

A Good Look by @idy-ll-ique

Keep Me Cool by @chouettedubois

Stay Until The Rain Stops by @swtltlmrvlgrl

Divine Violence by @hellsenthero

Notebook by @softlybarnes

connection by @rodrigossour

That’s My Girl! @scrumptious-delusion

Series

#marvel #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky imagine

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wakanda-nonsense-is-this · 3 years

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Fan Fic Recommendation Part 2

Part 1

Bucky Barnes

The world’s a little blurry by @summergrls

Collapse. by @hellsenthero

The Sleeping Situation by @beyondspaceandstars

secrets by @buckybarnesdiaries

soldat by @wkemeup

We mend each other by @sparrxws

Begin again by @sergeantbuckybarnes

A good man by @beyondspaceandstars

Soup & Cuddles by @beyondspaceandstars

Grocery Shopping by @beyondspaceandstars

Skype by @beyondspaceandstars

Peace by @scarlvtbitch

Featherlight by @babyboibucky

Peter Parker

I have them too by @tom-holland-is-spiderman

Superhero by @rrickgrrimes8

Password Protected by @starknik22

My medication by @kelieah

Peppermint by @waitimcomingtoo

Loki Laufeyson

Married in secret by @loki-hargreeves

Pietro Maximoff

The Kiss of Life by @dem-obscure-imagines

Till death do us apart by @sunny-reys

Protocol by @sunny-reys

Disappear by @mayonnaise-and-anarchy

Morning attics by @nothinghcppens

Steve Rogers

The Damn Weather by @beyondspaceandstars

You Saved My Life by @demonsandmischief

Alive by @junajackson

Worthy by @dlwritings

Sam Wilson

Come back safe by @celestialbarnes

Sebastian Stan

Idiot by @drysdale-barnes

Chris Evans

Tom Holland

See you l8ater boy by @waitimcomingtoo

Reynolds by @waitimcomingtoo

I might be the writer, but you’ll always be the words by @waitimcomingtoo

If we were a movie by @waitimcomingtoo

don’t go breaking my heart by @waitimcomingtoo

Lollypop - Tik Tok Blurb by @waitimcomingtoo

360° No Scope by @waitimcomingtoo

First They’re Sour, Then They’re Sweet by @waitimcomingtoo

Oh My God, They Were Roommates by @waitimcomingtoo

Every Smile You Fake by @waitimcomingtoo

Baked Chicken by @waitimcomingtoo

Give Me a Minute to Hold My Girl by @waitimcomingtoo

Little Pink Distraction by @waitimcomingtoo

old friend Part 1 & Part 2 by @waitimcomingtoo

to the bone by @waitimcomingtoo

I Got You, Babe by @waitimcomingtoo

Best Friend Vs. Girlfriend by @waitimcomingtoo

Having Tom Holland’s children Part 1 & Part 2 by @mrs-hollandstan

Sick by @mrs-hollandstan

Pregnant Girlfriend Doctor Visit Blurb by @mrs-hollandstan

Sick by @wizkiddx

Wedding Blurb by @spidernerdsblog

Party by @blissfulparker

IDK you yet by @highkeygolden

Invisible by @americaswritings

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druidx · 2 years

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Rain and blood

Universe: The Fighting Fantasy World of Titan CW: Injury Words: 190 Context: Wrote this a while back and forgot to post it. Just a little drabble because I wanted to write something. Spun the name picker to get the characters, and used a few prompts: “is that blood” from @hellsenthero; and “Rain” from @gaylittleinkeepers.

The rain hammered down, overflowing the city sewer drains, turning the cobbled streets into miniature rivers. The air was cold and damp, and the dark-haired elf shivered at her post, drawing her cloak closer as she stared into the early twilight. "How's it going, sarge?" The elf glanced to the side, to the blond dwarf now leaning against her desk. "Quietly, constable Thir. Even crooks know better than to go out in weather like this." "Aye," Thir agreed. He slid a mug onto the desk. "Thought you might like a warmer sarge." The elf nodded, reaching to take the mug, when the door crashed open, howling wind and sheeting rain chasing the figure that stumbled in. "Sargent Agresta!" The elf was on her feet instantly, rushing to the newcomer's aid as Thir wrestled the door closed behind them. "Sir? Sir, what's happened? I need your name." Agresta said, supporting the figure. The sodden cloak fell to the floor, revealing an athletic human, blond hair in disarray. "Jabinsky," he croaked, body slipping bonelessly from Agresta's arms. "Moradin's beard," said Thir as he caught the man's other side, "is that blood?"

#writing #Titan Fighting Fantasy #original character #wandering words #oc - Agresta #oc - Thir Thundersword #oc - Mirek Jabinzky #i may or may not do something further with this

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smokahuntis · 4 years

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Empress

Pairing; Kylo Ren x Reader

Prompt: “Just stay with me!”

Warnings: injury, blood, angst, FLUFF, I didn’t edit this

summery: the resistance makes an attack on the supremacy, and while Kylo is caught up with others, he feels his Empresses pain.

Authors note: look who’s back baby! I’m so sorry I was gone for so long! But I’m here! And I’m writing again! So here’s Empress, kinda inspired by a roleplay I did with my friend. And so here it is!!

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Guns blazed almost everywhere on the ship, taking down troopers and resistance soldiers everywhere. While Kylo was occupied with Rey, (y/n) was Occupied with with her ex. In the throne room where she was told to stay, they finally broke down the doors and made a charge towards her, being stopped by the knights of Ren as the Resistance Commander made an attempt on the Empresses life.

Kylo could sense her panic, but he trusted the knights to protect her with their life, he trusted her to protect herself as well. So as he fought off Rey he put all his focus into her, meeting her blade over and over as the red and blue bled into purple around them.

“What have you done to her?!” Rey questioned as she pushed off Kylo’s blade. She was filled with fury, Kylo had taken away her friend, put her on the throne, changed her.

“Nothing she didn’t want!” He quipped back as her cut into her arm, and kicked her back. When he found (y/n) he had no clue she was resistance, or even a Jedi, the darkness that was in her was so strong he thought she was a Sith. Yet she compressed it, for them, for Poe. When Kylo showed her what freedoms she could have on the dark side, she didn’t even hesitate to take his hand.

“You made her a monster!” Rey quipped lunging at Kylo, cutting into his arm before he pushed her to a wall.

“I made her a queen!” He yelled before a heat of pain rushed threw him, searing him threw his heart and mind, white hot and spreading like a fire. Yet the pain wasn’t his, it was hers, it was (y/n)’s pain. Before he could even think he knocked Rey into a deep sleep and ran towards the throne room to find his empress, his love, his soul.

Rushing into the throne room he found her on the floor with The resistance commander leaning over her, trying to save her, but Kylo knew he was the one who did this. Covered in her blood and trying to keep her awake. Kylo was furious, blinded by rage and hatred as he threw poe to the wall with the force and rushed to her side.

“Hey! Hey, baby it’s me, open your eyes” Kylo said patting her cheek as he held her against him, her arm limp on the floor, her head falling back.

She tried, he could feel that she’s trying to stay awake for him but all she can see is stars, bright white stars dancing in the galaxy. Just like they used to do every Sunday.

She was wearing a flow golden dress, sleeveless and shining like the sun. Her crown placed gently on her head as she walked into the now white throne room.

“You look familiar, do I know you?” Kylo asked with a bright smile as he stood up from his throne.

“Kylo...” she shook her head walking towards him slowly.

“Ah yes, you are the goddess that rules my galaxy by my side” he smirked and took her hand gently, putting his other hand on her waist.

“Behave” she giggled and blushed putting her hand on his shoulder.

“How can I behave when the most beautiful being to ever graze the stars is my girlfriend ?” He smiled leaning down and kissing her lovingly. He always loved showing his affection for her when the knights were around, he liked making his claim over her.

“Kylo- the knights” she whispered pulling away from him looking up at him with soft eyes.

“I don’t care...” he shook his head lifting her shin to face him, his large finger resting under her chin gently. “Just dance with me...” he said softly before pulling her closer and starting to dance with her.

He loved dancing with her, holding her close and being gentle, being himself. He did it whenever he could he’d take her into his arms and sway around with her, swirl her around the kitchen or bedroom after a bad day or dream. It was an opportunity to show her he loves her, to show he wants to be good for her, to show he’s not a monster.

He never needed to prove himself to her, he knew that but he couldn’t help but feel he wasn’t good enough or that deep down she hated him. It wasn’t true, he was always enough, and she could never hate him, not now, not ever.

Especially not right now, as he held her bleeding body in his arms, his large hand over her wound “(y/n)...” he whispered holding her, his tears falling on her face as he rested his forehead against hers

“Just stay with me!” He yelled feeling broken, feeling anger and hate, rage... heart break. He couldn’t loose her, not now, not with the ring in his pocket, burning a hole into his armor waiting to see the light and hear the words ‘yes, I’ll marry you’

“K...Kylo” she whimpered trying to keep her eyes open, she wasn’t gone yet, he could save her, but at what cost?

“(Y/n)... don’t speaks, just stay with me!” He yelled using his new found knowledge of healing on her. Focusing all his pain, hate and sadness, his fears and hopes, his love on her. Putting everything he could into her, closing the wound that burned threw her side like he was reversing time. His large hand holding her head up so he could watch her, watch the color come back to her face, the light back in her eyes and the shine back to her hair as he held her.

He gave her life, in so many ways. He gave her hope, and love, he gave her passions and a family. She loved Rey, Finn and Poe, yet she always felt like she was missing so much in her life till she took Kylo’s hand thats day, the day they filled each other’s void.

Kylo walked threw the snow covered forest, the trees larger then any he’d ever seen before. He was following the aura, the familiar presence he’d felt so many times before in his mind. He wasn’t going to stop until he found her, laying on the ground by a wrecked fighter jet, to destroyed to identify. She wore black, her darkness seeping threw her light cover, calling out to him.

She felt him to, looking up at him as she quickly stood, grabbing her saber and holding it up to fight, yet he was quicker and threw it using the force.

“You don’t want to do that, sweetheart.” He said calmly, his helmet still on as he approached her slowly.

“Why don’t I?!” She asked panicked, backing up until she tripped over a tree branch, landing in the hard ground with a thud.

“Because I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted...” he said quietly as he reached his hand out to help her up. Her heart raced and her mind went wild yet her soul, her soul reached out to him. Taking his hand before she could even think about it. It was then she realized he took off his glove to touch her hand, feel her skin, feel her soul against his.

Looking up at him as their hands touched it was like it all made since, the mission, the crash, the break up before it. It was all set in stone for this moment, for the beast to meet his beauty. To fill the void in their hearts.

“Kylo...” she whispered, her voice restored yet tired as she laid her hand on his holding it against her exposed skin.

“(Y/n)” he smiled sitting her up, holding the back of her head like she would fade from his grasp if he let go, her hand holding his face as she kissed him. His hand leaving her side for a second only to grab something from his pocket. “I can’t loose you- I ... I would loose myself without you...”

“You won’t loose me... not that easy...” she chuckled and smiled looking at him. Her small hands holding his scarred face, pushing hair from his face.

“I don’t want the chance I... ive been trying to figure out how to say this forever... and I couldn’t figure it out- and I realize now I may not get another chance to” he stammered as he pulled the ring from his pocket

“Kylo...are you...” she looked at it then him.

“Be my empress...”

Tag list: @hxldmxdxwn @jediminddicks1000 @petalsrdead @everythinggeeky @patersonshoney @thisis-theway @hellsenthero

I feel like I’m missing a lot of people for this but this is what I have in my notes plus what I remember so I’m sorry if I missed you but please just tell me you want on the tag list so I can write it now ❤️

Also I know this isn’t the request from @hellsenthero but it’s Kylo so I tagged her as well

#kylo ren fluff #kylo ren #kylo ren angst #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x reader #adam driver #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars #poe dameron

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jay-and-dean · 4 years

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I don’t need you MASTERLIST

Dean x reader

Summary : She’s a warrior, she’s a loner. Nothing can stop her, nothing ever had. She doesn’t need Dean, does she ?

This is a request by @magssteenkamp that I decided to turn to a serie :

“Okay, how about a Dean x Reader that is a tomboy badass Hunter think Selene from Underworld without being a vampire. That has Dean off his game because she’s not someone he can save she’s not the damsel in distress. She could have become a hunter because vampires, killed her family and now she gets a little scary when she’s up against them fluttering Dean and turning him on… Of course, smut must be in this story you write it so well. Now, go make Dean sweat, every time he sees her drinking whiskey neat like it’s nothing. Can’t wait to see what you come up with.”

Serie Warnings : Swearing (duh). Mention of death. SMUT, probably all kind from rough to fluffy, I’ll precise in the chapters if there are specific warnings. Fluff. Angst of course. +18

Note : I have no idea how many chapters it will be yet because I have 2 possible endings in mind. One version is like 3 chapters, the other is like 10 chapters, haha. I guess it depends if you guys like it.

I’ll try to stick to the 3k rule, like for Rescue You

If everything goes as planned, you’ll get one chapter every wednesday.

***Want to read more ? => MASTERLIST***

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Chapter 1 : Damsel in distress

Chapter 2 : Freaking superhero

Chapter 3 : One call away

Chapter 4 : Raging Fire

Chapter 5 : Home

Chapter 6 : Wild Cat

Chapter 7 : Borderline Villains

Chapter 8 : I need us

Chapter 9 (Coming soon)

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Geralt or Dean Winchester?

This is definitely a tough one. Both these men served very important roles in my life. I’m just gonna talk about them like as if I know them and we take yearly trips to like Spain because we’re so close.

I “met” Dean Winchester when I was 13. I was a wee baby. I was going through a very tough time in my life where my family split up, I was in and out of therapy, I was in a very bad place, and to pass the time and feel better, I watched supernatural. It was support during the hard times. I felt very connected to Dean because not only was he handsome, but I could understand his pain. Sure, he’s a fictional character and yeah it’s not real but to prepubescent 13 year old me, he was very real. For years, he was my go to man. “Who’s your favorite character?”

“Dean Winchester.”

“If you were stuck in an ele-”

“Dean Winchester.”

“But wh-”

“Dean Winchester.”

My mom made so much fun of me for it but I didn’t care. He was my best friend through my hardest times. Later on as time went on, I started opening up to other characters, to other fandoms and not only did I realize I could love more than one character, I was welcomed with open arms. I soon moved onto the Marvel fandom and lasted there for a year, then to Star Wars, especially when Rise of Skywalker and the Mandalorian came out. Then, in January, I met Geralt.

He plays a big part of my life because my fiance at the time, broke up with me. This was the first man I ever truly loved, the first person I was ready to marry, give up everything for. He left me and I was broken. I spent days in bed crying, I wasn’t eating, moving, nothing, One day, I came across the Witcher on netflix and thought I guess I can play this while I lay here. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t watch the whole season on day one. Soon, I scoured the internet for more about him. I searched tumblr with fervor because I need more. Soon, I found the beautiful community that I’m a big part of and even better, I made a really good friend. Soon, instead of crying myself, I focused all my energies into writing. Who did I write about first? Geralt of Rivia.

I wouldn’t be able to pick one of the two cause they’re just so important to me and I think that’s okay. As a fanfiction writer, everything I write and send out for y’all to see comes from a deep place in my heart. I genuinely love these men as if they were my brothers. So to answer this, both lol.

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hellsenthero · 1 year

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The Last of Us: MASTERLIST

Joel X Reader One-Shots

Addicted: He wasn’t good for you, but fuck, he was addicted to you.

Sweet and Salty: The people of Jackson know you and Joel are a packaged deal. Unfortunately, the new guy in town doesn't get the memo.

Salvation: Joel never thought he'd see you again after you were taken by David. You never thought you'd come out of a burning cabin and find your salvation.

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hellsenthero · 4 months

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Hot Under the Collar

Written by: hellsenthero

Azriel X Fem!Reader

A mandatory visit to the Illyrian war-camp takes a turn for the worst when three hot-headed males decide they want to send their High Lord a message.

Warnings/themes: Swearing, violence, blood, angst, fluff, sexist war camp.

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Azriel held you securely in his arms as he flew. The view of the trees and mountains was always breathtaking to you, so much so that you didn't mind the biting chill in the air that nipped at your hands and cheeks.

“I wish you could've stayed home.” Azriel spoke for the first time since you'd taken off from the House of Wind. It was a comment that had you peering up at him with furrowed brows.

“You don't want me with you?”

“God's no,” he breathed, his hazel eyes met yours and you could see the stress he was holding back. “Illyria is no place for females, Y/N, no place I want my mate near.”

“But you grew up there.” Azriel's hold on you tightened.

“Exactly.”

The rest of the flight to the war-camp was spent in silence. Azriel's Shadows twisted around the two of you in such an unsettled manner that you could practically taste his anxiety. When the camp came into view you gave Azriel a quick kiss on his cheek. “It'll be okay, Az, don't worry too much.”

You could feel the tension in the camp the second you landed. It had your nerves flaring like a spooked creature, but you knew as one of the Night Court's best healers you had a job to do here. Check the females, make sure their wings are intact, give them any remedies they require, be it for their cycles, pain relief, contraception, or anything else. Azriel was here to speak with Devlon to ensure he was sticking to the new training rules and as your protection as he all but refused to drop you off like Rhysand had originally suggested.

“Would you just drop Feyre off there and leave, Rhys?” Azriel had bit out when Rhysand called the meeting. Rhys looked pissed at just the thought of leaving his mate in the Illyrian war-camp.

“Absolutely not.”

“Then don't expect me to leave Y/N's side for a fucking second in that shit hole.”

“Shadowsinger,” Devlon greeted. His sharp eyes looked you over but he didn't bother to greet you. Azriel grit his teeth at the blatant disrespect towards his mate.

“Devlon,” Azriel said coolly, “this is Y/N, one of our Court's best healers,” he placed his left hand over his right, making sure his mating band was visible for Devlon and the other gathering fae. “She's also my mate. I expect there to be no issues with her checking on the health of the females here?” At the mention of mate the other fae backed up with wide steps, all but three males who stood side by side, glaring between the shadowsinger and you. You quickly committed their looks to memory before focusing back on Azriel. “We'll be staying at our usual cabin.” You caught Azriel saying.

“How long will you be staying?” Devlon asked.

You knew Azriel wanted to leave as soon as possible, but he instead answered with, “as long as it takes to ensure the females are healthy and cared for and that things are running smoothly.”

“We can care for our females ourselves.” Devlon bit out.

Azriel's hazel eyes narrowed. “You say that, but you've proven that to be untrue in the past.” Before Devlon could respond with a nasty remark of his own, Azriel slipped his arm behind your back and began leading you towards the cabin he more or less grew up in. “I'll meet with you just before dinner to go over specifics, Devlon.” Azriel called out without looking back.

“What a prick.” You hissed out as Azriel shut the cabin door behind the two of you.

Azriel let out a low hum of agreement. “He's the nicest male here.”

“I'll try to be quick,” you say in order to placate both him and yourself, “thorough, but quick.”

“Good,” Azriel breathed out.

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The next morning found you doing much the same as you had the evening before. Going cabin to cabin and checking on the females. You preferred to check on them in the comfort of their own homes, it made everyone more at ease and always allowed for the females to speak to you more freely about their health. By the afternoon you had to go back to your own cabin to make up more tonics for the female's cycles. You found out that when their cycle hit none of the males in the camp bothered to help get them soothing tonics for the pain they went through. Instead, they were told to deal with it.

With a grunt you slammed the cabin door shut out of anger as you got to brewing up more tonics. Azriel was in another meeting with Devlon and you were glad he wasn't there to see you fuming with anger. The treatment of the females in the camp made you want to scream and cry and you knew it would take a long while to decompress after leaving the Gods forsaken war-camp. Yes, Devlon had the females training and yes, they stopped the wing clipping, but the lack of equality within the camp had you nearly shaking.

You didn't bother turning around when the cabin door opened. Otherwise, you would have seen the three males standing in the doorway. Instead, you called out to who you thought was your mate. “If I'm seeing the improved version of the camp, then I can't imagine the horrors that went on here before.”

“I wouldn't say that this place has improved at all,” answered a deep voice. You shot up and out of your seat and faced the three winged males that you'd had your eyes on the day prior, the only three males who didn't seem to care that you were Azriel's mate and therefore, untouchable. “In fact, I think the camp’s gone to shit ever since your little mate and his High Lord introduced the new rules. I think we need to send them a message.”

“Get the fuck out of here.” You hissed as you scrambled to pull on the invisible golden thread tethering you to Azriel.

“Make us.” The second male hissed.

You looked to the ceiling and muttered a prayer.

“Praying won't get you out of this,” said the first male, a tall male with dark brown eyes.

You looked back down and locked eyes with him. “Oh, I'm not praying for myself.”

You threw yourself at the male just as the door burst open again on a shadow swept wind. Azriel had his hands around the third male's neck, snapping in with one quick movement before the male could draw his weapon. Azriel's shadows helped subdue the second male, keeping him in place as he took out Truth-Teller and stabbed in through the male's chest. The bond had Azriel wanting to carve his eyes out and slit his neck slowly for even thinking of hurting his mate, but now was not the time for a slow and painful death. As Azriel went to advance on the last male, he stopped. He stopped because before him, on the ground, was his mate, straddling the screaming male. Azriel watched as you clawed the eyes out of the first male. His screams of pain like music to Azriel's ears as you dug your sharp nails in further and further and further, until finally, the male grew quiet, and he stopped moving. You brought bloody fingers to the male's neck, checking for a pulse, and after a moment, you breathed a sigh of relief. “He's dead.”

Azriel looked at you with a mix of love, shock, pride, his many emotions flowing down the bond to you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you answered as he helped you off the floor, he didn't mind the warm blood that slipped from your fingers onto his own. “Needed to get my anger out, that really helped.”

Azriel was speechless for a moment as he looked you over.

“Fuck baby, remind me to never get you angry.”

You laughed, a sweet sound that was out of place in a cabin full of bodies. “You know I can get a bit hot under the collar, baby.”

“Right,” Azriel answered with a small uptilt of his lips, “I'm going to go tell Devlon his three best fighters are dead. Once you're done here we're going straight home and I'm not letting you leave the bedroom for a fucking week. Got it?”

Your smile was enough of an answer, but you still nodded to Azriel. “Got it.”

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hellsenthero · 5 months

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Stressed Out

Written by: hellsenthero

Stucky X Reader

Back to back missions have gotten everyone stressed, but no one is quite as stressed as Captain America. What happens when he takes that stress out on his girlfriend?

Warnings/themes: Angst, fluff. (1.2K Words.)

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With back to back missions came sore bodies, tired minds and a mountain of paperwork.

Y/N didn't mind it for the most part. The paperwork gave her a chance to sit down and mentally digest her missions as she sipped her coffee. Bucky didn't mind either, it was the organization of it all that helped him, something he never had with Hydra.

But Steve, Captain America, had more paperwork than Y/N and Bucky combined. He had reports detailing missions that he wasn't even on. With his finished pile about the size of one sixteenth of his to do pile, Steve was fucking stressed, and it was getting to him. His normally mile long thread of patience was shorter than his fucking pinky nail. God help whoever comes into his office next.

God help his partners.

God help you, as you knock on your boyfriend's office door before quietly peering in. "Hey baby, how's it goin'?" You say softly. Steve doesn't give you an answer, doesn't even look up from his paperwork. His lack of response has you stepping further into the office, walking up to the side of his desk. You lay a gentle hand over Steve's shoulder and you can feel how tight his muscles are with stress. "Baby?" Finally, you catch Steve's attention.

"What?" Steve growls. It's shocking enough that you pull your hand away, recoiling away from your boyfriend.

"Excuse me?"

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a heavy sigh. "I'm busy, Y/N, what do you want?"

A scoff escaped you before you could hold it back. "I wanted to check in on you. You skipped lunch and I made dinner for everyone."

Steve waved his hand at you before looking back down at his papers. "I don't need dinner right now, I'm busy working."

"Steve, you need to take a break-"

"Y/N! I'm busy! I have more paperwork than you or Bucky combined!"

"Fuck! Steve! You need to-" your heated words were cut off by Steve slamming his hand down upon his desk. You were surprised it didn't collapse from his strength.

"Fuck off!"

It was now, as his words hung in the air, that Steve's gaze finally met yours and your eyes stayed locked. Those two words felt like a physical blow to your chest, enough that you stepped back, once, twice, before Bucky came into the room unannounced.

"What's going on? What's with the yelling?" Bucky asked as he came to stand by you, his blue eyes flicking between you and Steve.

"Ask Steven," you bit out. Truthfully, you didn't know what to say to Bucky, you didn't know what was going on, not with you and Steve, he had never spoken to you like that before.

"Steve?" Bucky asked as he took a step closer to his desk. He's not stupid, he knows his boyfriend and girlfriend have just been in a blowout, but about what, he hasn't a fucking clue. Steve’s cheeks are tinged red, his knuckles are white with his grip on the table and you look like you've seen a ghost. Your eyes are wide and your stance is ridged, ready to flee at a moment's notice.

Before Steve can answer his boyfriend, you're speaking up again. "I'm going to go," you say to no one in particular before facing Bucky. "Maybe you'll have better luck getting Steven to pull his head out of his ass," you throw a hard look at the blond male before walking towards the office door, still open from when Bucky barged in. "Or perhaps he'll just tell you to fuck off as well." With that, you shut the door to the office behind you.

Bucky turns to Steve, whose head is now hung, his shoulders deflated. "What the fuck is she talking about, Steve?"

Steve shook his head, already feeling the self hate bubble up inside himself from how he'd treated his girlfriend. “I fucked up-”

“Clearly.” Bucky bites out.

“I took my stress out on Y/N, yelled at her.”

“Fuck, Steve,”

“I know!” Steve's voice raises again and Bucky shoots him a look that says, really, you wanna take that tone? Steve huffs, blowing out a long breath before he repeats his earlier words, this time in a softer tone. “I know,” Steve says, “I fucked up.”

“Then go find our girl and apologize.”

Steve nods once, twice, before standing from his seat and walking around his desk. He stops in front of his boyfriend for a moment, putting a gentle hand on his wrist. “I'm sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head for a moment before he leans forward and presses a kiss to Steve's forehead. “I know, but I'm not the one you need to be apologizing to.”

—

You were curled up in your bed, hiding beneath a mountain of blankets when Steve finds you. You're in your old bed, what was now only used as a spare room. Just that told Steve that he'd fucked up.

“Baby?” Steve's voice is hesitant, in turn, he receives no answer from you. “I’m sorry,” Steve goes on. He pauses again, waiting for a response from you, for a huff or some yelling, but all he receives back is silence. “Thank you for making dinner,” Steve tries again. “I didn’t mean to be such a jackass, especially when you were just looking out for me.”

Finally, you turn around and Steve is met with your sullen expression. Your cheeks feel hot and you don’t know if it’s from your fight or from being curled up in your bed. “You’re right Steven, I was just trying to look out for you before you reached a burn out and you fucking exploded at me.”

Steve's silent for a moment, thinking over your words before answering you. “I think,” He pauses for a moment before carrying on. “I think I’m already burnt out, baby. I never should have reacted to you like that, and if I was in my right mind, I wouldn’t have.”

Shame fills Steve like hot acid, coiling in the pit of his stomach. “I'm so sorry. I wouldn't ever want to hurt you, Y/N. Being burnt out isn't an excuse for my lack of stress management. I'll try to manage my work and stress better from now on, baby.”

Pushing the covers back you sit up in bed. “Yeah, I think you are.” You pause, adjusting your position in bed before continuing. “You hurt me, yelling at me to fuck off.”

It's then that Bucky enters the bedroom with a gentle knock. “Are we all made up?” He asks.

Steve looks to you for the answer. “Yeah,” you smile softly, “we’re all made up. Stevie is just burnt out.” Before Steve can sag in relief at hearing his nickname slip from your lips, you point your finger at him. “But pull that shit again and you can go sleep outside for a fucking week.”

Quickly, Steve nods his head up and down, up and down, and up and down. “Can I hold you?”

“Yes,”

“Thank fuck,” Bucky interrupts. The both of you look at him with raised brows. Bucky shrugs his shoulders at the looks the two of you give him. “Just glad Stevie has his head out of his ass finally.”

A small chuckle escapes you as you shoot your boyfriend's a wink. “Yeah, but he still has some making up to do.”

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hellsenthero · 9 months

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Sweet and Salty.

Written by: hellsenthero

Joel Miller X FemReader

Warnings: Language, smut. (1.6K words.)

The people of Jackson know you and Joel are a packaged deal. Unfortunately, the new guy in town doesn't get the memo.

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The people of Jackson didn't really understand it, how it worked, the dynamic.

You were young and soft and sweet and kind. You wore sundresses that showed off your pretty legs and made flower crowns for all the children.

Joel was the complete opposite. He was older, had salt and pepper hair and wrinkles around his eyes when he'd squint up at the sun. He was rough, had calloused hands and a gruff voice. He wasn't some kindly Saint like man that crafted with flowers in his free time for children. Hell, Joel could hardly get a damn comic for Ellie when he really worked for it.

You were glowing, always, like a vibrant sunrise on the horizon. Joel blended in, and when he did stand out he was like a jagged rock among sand, sharp and dangerous and not quite right.

Despite your many obvious differences, the one thing that the people of Jackson did understand was that you and Joel were a packaged deal, you didn't get one without getting the other.

But, it seemed that the new guy in town didn't get the memo.

"Let me get you another drink," Ken, Kevin, whatever his name was said. You didn't particularly care about the man, his name, or his drinks.

"No thanks, I can get my own." The wave of your hand does nothing to stop Kyle in his hopeless pursuit of getting in your pants.

"Two more." Carter says to the bartender. After you get your second, free, drink Calvin gives you a wink and you have to draw the line.

"You see that man standing in the corner-there-over to your right?" You point your finger over to Joel who stands with a firm scowl on his face, his arms crossed as his dark eyes stab into Cody. "That's my husband," you go on and you can't keep your smile off of your face, "and he's about one minute away from dragging you out of here and breaking your legs." Kit looks between Joel, then you, then Joel, then back to you, his smirk no longer plastered to his face. "And I like watchin' him get rough, so if you don't want to-" you didn't even finish your sentence before the man was standing up and stumbling away from the bar, his hard up in the air in surrender before hightailing it out of the bar. You're left alone for only a brief moment before a warm, hard chest presses up against your back and you smile into your drink as you take a sip.

"What'd you say to the bastard to get him runnin' like that?" Joel's gruff voice sounds from behind you.

"Hmm," you hum as you suck on the ice in your drink. "Nothin' that ain't true."

Joel chuckles as he lays a hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze as he leans in close to your ear. "Atta girl."

You're quick to finish your drink before turning and grabbing hold of your husband's belt buckle, a clear claim of mine to everyone in the bar. "Let's go home."

Joel's eyes flick between your eyes and where you grab hold of him. "Tired?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"You know damn well I'm not tired, Joel."

Joel smirks before taking a step back and throwing an arm out towards the bar door. "Lead the way, ma'am." You roll your eyes but do as he says.

You pull Joel into your front entrance before slamming the door shut. Joel opens his mouth, no doubt ready to call you out on your aggressive behavior, but before he can get a word out, your lips are pressed to his, and your hands are grabbing onto him.

"Needy girl," humms Joel once you break for air. You can't help but laugh and nod along.

"Just for you." You admit and that has Joel growling and grabbing onto your hips.

"You better start makin' your way to the bedroom before I fuck you right here." Joel nods to the floor of the entryway and you have half the mind to just let him take you on the floor right there, but you know you'd both prefer the comfort of your own bed right now.

"Fine," you grumble with one last kiss before you make a quick getaway to your bedroom. You begin peeling off your dress and bra on your way there, and you can hear Joel's chuckle as he admires your trail of clothes. "Common, slow poke!" You call out behind you.

"Commin', just admirin' the view."

When Joel enters the bedroom, his t-shirt is gone, leaving him bare from the waist up.

"You got too many clothes on." You complain.

"Funny," Joel drawls as he climbs up on the bed and over you. "I was just gonna say the same thing to you." You don't get a chance to answer before Joel's peeling off your underwear and tossing them somewhere on the floor. "I can already see how wet you are baby," Joel drags a finger through your center and you bite your lip in pleasure. "All this for me?" You nod, past talking, but Joel's having none of it. He pinches your clit and you squeal, your legs clamping around his hand. "Words, baby, use your fuckin' words."

Your legs open up again and Joel rubs circles over your clit and you rush out with an admission. "Yes, Joel, it's all for you. Fuck, baby, you make me feel so good."

"Good girl." Is the last thing Joel says before he dives into your center. His hands hold your legs apart as he feasts on your center, licking, sucking and fucking you with his thick fingers. You're so lost in the pleasure of him that you don't realize his clothed cock is humping the bed in desperate relief.

"Fuck," you cry out, "fuck me, Joel."

Joel's dark eyes meet your own gaze as he pulls away from your center for a moment. "I'll fuck you like you want once you come in my mouth."

"Fuck," you breath, absolutely loving the filth coming from his mouth. "Don't stop." You beg. Joel didn't bother answering before his mouth was on you again. Your hand grabbed into his gray laced locks of hair as you fed yourself to him, rolling your hips as much as you could under his firm grip of you. "Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes," you chanted as your climax climbed higher and higher, nearly reaching its breaking point. "Please, Joel, please," you begged, not really knowing what you were begging for. As Joel added another finger into you, you reached your high. "Fuck, yes Joel! I'm coming, fuck, don't stop!" You broke off in a loud moan and if you weren't experiencing a fucking fantastic orgasm, you would've been incredibly embarrassed at how loud you were being. Joel ate you out your entire climax, only stopping when you went to push his head ahead from your sensitive center. Joel's head came up from between your legs, his lips and facial hair covered in your juices. He licked his lips once before he pressed his mouth to yours and you could taste yourself on him. "Now, Joel, please, fuck me now." You begged again.

"Well," Joel drawled, "since you asked so nicely." Finally, Joel took his pants off. The sound of him undoing his buckle and zipper had more wetness pooling at your center in anticipation. Right as he lined himself up with your center Joel kissed you and you moaned into his mouth as he pushed his cock into you.

"Fuck!" You exclaimed as he gave an experimental thrust into you before drawing nearly all the way out of your center. Your legs wrapped around him, urging him to push back into you. "Common, Joel. You said you would fuck me."

Joel's only warning was a nip at your ear before he began thrusting all the way into you. His cock hammered into your center, hitting that spongy spot in you that had you nearly screaming in pleasure with every thrust.

"Fuck," Joel groaned as pleasure crawled up his spine. He was trying to hold back on coming too early. He wanted you to have another orgasm first. "Fucking take it,"

"Yes!" You cried out as he hit that magical spot on you once more and it had your toes curling. "I'm coming Joel, holy, oh my God," Your legs squeezed Joel tightly to you as your second orgasm rushed through you. You threw your head back and Joel took the opportunity to suck one of your nipples into his mouth while one of his hands grabbed the other.

You let out a small squeak at the oversensitivity of Joel pounding into you, but you could tell by his sloppy thrusts that he was on the brink of coming.

And sure enough, one, two, three, thrusts later, and Joel's stilling above you as his hot come fills you up. Once his last spurt is done, he remains still for another moment before he thrusts one more time into you.

"Good girl," He praises before rolling to the side and pulling you on top of him. You laugh once you realize his plan for the evening.

"Want me to cock warm you?" You ask, already knowing the answer. Joel's rumbling hum is answer enough. "Okay," you sign in pleasure and let your eyes drift closed, uncaring of the swear and coming sticking to your body. You feel Joel press a gentle kiss to your collarbone, and then you're drifting into the darkness.

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hellsenthero · 1 year

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Addicted

Joel X Reader

Warnings/themes: Smut, language, hint at an age gap, hint of past violence. (1K words.)

He wasn't good for you, but fuck, he was addicted to you.

MASTERLIST

Written by: hellsenthero

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He was bad for you. He was a dark storm cloud, a serpent in the garden. You were sunshine and orange blossoms. He was from another time, an older time. You were new, fresh to all the world had to offer. Your hands were well manicured, and his were covered in blood. He was every dark thing you weren't. You were every good and golden bit that he wasn't.

He should have left you alone, stayed away. It's what the others whispered to each other when he had his back turned. He knew it, they knew it, but fuck… he was addicted.

He was addicted to you. Your pretty voice and soft hands, your golden heart and open mind. When you said his name… when you moaned his name.

He was an addict and you were his drug of choice. You consumed him.

You'd giggle whenever he'd tell you. A pretty sound. An addicting sound. And when he'd show you, his hips thrusting into your own… those giggles turned to moans.

"Joel!" Fuck, he loved the sound of his name coming from your lips.

"That's it baby, doin' so good for me." Your hips opened wider for him, taking everything he had to give you.

"God, please Joel," he loved your begging, when you'd call out to him like he was your God. But you both knew, silently, that he was the real martyr.

He was so dark and so bad for you, but you didn't care. When he came home from patrol you were always there, waiting to rush into his arms. When he turned his back on the whispering people of Jackson you'd stare them down, daring them, taunting them, all while holding onto his slippery, scarlet hand.

Red suits him. It's what you'd say when he'd question you. Red's a colour of passion, a colour of courage and lust. He didn't love the idea of it, not until he found out red was also your favourite colour.

Now he doesn't find red to be that bothersome.

You're sweet, like honey. He's bitter, like dark coffee and black licorice. Funny enough, you like your coffee black. No cream, no sugar. He's a cup half empty, and you're a cup half full.

He's tried to tell you to find someone else, someone good. But the words often die on his lips with a single look from you. Sometimes, he swears you're a mind reader. Or perhaps he's just an open book.

"Don't gimme' that look Joel."

"What look?" It wasn't like him to play dumb, but around you, he sometimes couldn't help himself.

"Like you pity me for bein' with you."

"Sorry baby."

His easy acceptance of your command was another thing that surprised the people of Jackson. Joel was the boss on patrol, the commander. People feared him in town, stepped on eggshells around him and ducked their heads. His hard glare could be felt by everyone. But then you'd run up next to him, grabbing his hand and steering him wherever you wished. You'd take his lead and he'd gladly follow, like a little puppy. His hard eyes went wide, his frown turning up and he'd follow you.

God, he'd follow you anywhere.

He never wanted to have someone again, not after Sarah. He never wanted another liability, another person he could lose. He couldn't open himself up to that kind of pain again. So when you met and he saw this bright, shining light of a person… he'd turned you away. Again and again, he turned you away. He was a fucking asshole. He wished he could punch his past self for the shit he'd pulled. Break his own fucking jaw. But despite all that shit, you stayed by his side and slowly, you wormed your way into his cold, dead heart.

It wasn't until you nearly died one night that he'd finally admitted his feelings for you, it wasn't until that night that he accepted his feelings for you.

He was on watch when he fell asleep, something he still blamed himself for. He'd fucking fell asleep on his watch and when he woke it was to the sound of your screams. Five raiders had gotten the drop on you, on him. Three men crowded him, grabbed him, while two held onto you. When he saw their hands on you, grabbing you, his rage wasn't hot and burning, it was cold, a frozen, deadly thing.

You say what he did next was something unhinged, but he doesn't remember any of it. His memories of the night are scrambled. Raiders, darkness, you. You in his arms, you surrounding him, warming that frozen thing inside of him.

"I'm okay," you'd told him once he had you in his arms. "You saved us. We're okay. I'm okay." He'd almost believed you, until he noticed your black eye. Then he was reaching for his gun, again. Shooting at the already dead bodies. "Hey, hey, stop that. It's okay, I'm okay." He only stopped shooting once you got the gun out of his hands, then you were pushing him down. His back met the cold earth and you stayed over him, filling his vision.

Neither of you cared about the dead bodies around you when you'd shedded your clothing. You didn't seem to care about the blood covered earth as you fucked and Joel, well Joel enjoyed it.

That was the night that Joel realized he was hooked on you, that he'd been hooked on you from the moment he'd met you. It was a night of revelations, of claiming, of bonding, and it was probably the darkest side of you Joel's ever seen. It was a possessive side of you that needed to claim him just as he needed to claim you.

"Joel, baby," the sound of your voice was such a pretty sound and Joel found himself running his good ear towards you, waiting to hear more, needing to hear more. "Come to bed, it's late." With a creak of the floorboards he turned around and walked towards you. You had the covers of your bed already pulled back for him, an open invitation. "What's goin' on in that head of yours?" You asked once Joel was situated. His arms wrapped around you and he pulled you in tight.

"Just thinkin',"

"About?"

Joel pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "About how fuckin' lucky I am to have you."

Your laugh warmed him from the inside. "Don't you forget it."

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hellsenthero · 8 months

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Salvation

Written by: hellsenthero

Warnings: Hint of smut.

TLOU Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Joel Miller X Reader

Joel never thought he'd see you again after you were taken by David. You never thought you'd come out of a burning cabin and find your salvation.

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It's a feeling of coming up for air from the bottom of the pool, a mere second away from losing it all, and breathing in lungfuls of water instead. Sweetness, relief. Salvation. Seeing you emerge from the burning cabin, blood covered but alive…

You're scared, lost, traumatized. As Joel's hands reach for you, hands you've proudly declared your safe space, you scream. You scream and flinch and flail and fight. You wobble in the snow as you try to back away from him. Joel has to raise his voice for you to hear him over the whooshing of your heart beat thumping in your ears, he has to grab your arms and pin them at your side to get you to stop fighting him.

"Oh baby, it's okay, you're okay. It's just me, baby, just Joel, I gotcha honey." He knows when the words finally sink in for you because you collapse in his arms. Your legs give out, and your head falls forward onto his chest. "Hey, hey, hey, baby. Relax, you're okay." Deep, heavy sobs escape from you as Joel holds onto you tightly, running his hands along your arms and back, through your blood tangled hair. It feels nice, but you're not all there. The realization that you're safe in Joel's arms comes slower than what either of you would like.

"J-J-Joel, Jo-Joel," you gasp, like you can't believe it's really him in front of you and truthfully, he can't quite believe it himself.

You're alive.

"I'm here, I gotcha," Joel soothes. The heavy scent of smoke fills the air, the crackling and popping of glass shattering and wood burning grows louder, and Joel knows it's time to get moving. "Common baby, we gotta get up and get going." Silently, you nod, and you stand up on wobbly legs like a newborn fawn. Joel helps you, he wraps an arm around your waist, his hand heavy on your hip, a silent encouragement to lean on him. "You hurt anywhere?" Joel did a visual check, and he'd more or less patted you down, but he still needed to hear that you were okay from your own lips. You shook your head, but it wasn't enough for Joel. With a squeeze to your hip, Joel gets you to look up at him. "Words, baby."

You pause before answering him, doing a mental check of your body and all its aches and scrapes. "No, I'm not hurt." Joel looks into your eyes for a moment before determining you're telling the truth.

"Good," he says more to himself than to you. "I gotcha honey," he whispers, like he's reminding himself more than you. "You're safe." He repeats. It's a mantra in his mind.

You're alive, you're safe, you're alive, you're safe.

He knows it'll all sink in later for the both of you. Maybe tonight, when you're near sleep, your arms and legs tangled like twisted vines. Gentle, loving hands roaming each other's bodies. Reminding each other of all your curves and dips and scars. When he shares the same breath as you, after breaking apart from your lips, when he's inside you, when he feels your walls clenching down on him, that's when it'll sink in for him that you're alive, that you're safe. He'll cling to you then, more so than he is now. He'll breathe you in and take you into his mouth, wrapping your thighs around his neck like his favourite scarf. When he has you laid out beneath him, clinging to him and crying out his name, "Joel, God Joel baby, don't stop!" Then he'll really know that you're safe and in one piece.

"Thank you," you say quietly. Joel doesn't expect it and it has him looking down at you with furrowed brows. "For coming after me." You clarify.

Joel shakes his head, like he's shaking off your thanks. "Don't need to thank me honey, I'd do it every time."

A small, almost half smile curves up on your lips. After all you've been through, it's the most you can manage. "I know."

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hellsenthero · 2 years

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Hidden In The Sand.

Written by: hellsenthero

Marc X FemReader, Steven X FemReader

Warnings/themes: Swearing, choking, mentions of smut, female reader, angst, fluff. (1.1K Words.)

A misson gone wrong for Marc and Steven potentially puts Y/N’s life in danger. Y/N is used to facing danger, but she’s unequiped when danger comes to her in the form of a third alter, a man that neither Y/N nor her boyfriends ever knew existed.

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Egypt was nothing like what Y/N thought it would be.

The tea? Strong.

The food? Odd aesthetic, great taste.

The streets? Loud.

Marc? Unconscious.

“Marc!” Y/N yelled as she grasped him tightly by the shoulders and looked him over. “Marc, wake up, please!” He was passed out on the hot sands of the Egyptian desert. Eyes closed, unresponsive. “Steven?” Y/N pleaded. Begging either one of her boyfriends to wake up and front. The woman looked around wildly, searching for anything to help her despite knowing how useless it was. The jeep they had taken into the desert was parked miles back, and that’s if it hadn’t been stolen yet. “Wake up!” Y/N cried with a harsh shove to her boyfriend’s shoulders.

Finally, his eyes peeked open. A sign of relief left the distressed woman as she layed a hand down on his chest. Before Y/N can even ask how your boyfriend is, she’s flipped onto her back with a hand around her throat. The pressure was tight, but it wasn’t enough to close off her airway.

“Marc!” Y/N gasped. Her hands went to push against his chest but he didn’t budge.

Dark eyes raked over her form. Too dark, too harsh, not Marc and certainly not Steven. “Who…” she began before the man hissed above her.

“Maldito infierno!” Y/N had no idea what he said, but she knew it was Spanish.

Before she could say anything else, his eyes rolled back and his body twitched. Moments later, Aa his eyes opened once more, Y/N could instantly tell it was Marc that was fronting. His eyes met her own for a moment before he was letting go of her throat and climbed off of his girlfriend.

“Y/N.” He gasped.

“Marc?” Y/N asked before breaking out into a cough. Marc didn’t answer. When Y/N looked back up she found Marc was staring down at his hands. A strangeness moved through him followed by deep regret.

“Steven?” Marc whispered. The other man was quick to answer him, a reflection in his steel water canaster showed Marc how pale and distressed Steven was as he pleaded with Marc to believe his story.

“I don’t know what happened but that wasn’t me mate. I didn’t hurt her. I was out, just like you. I had no control over the body!”

Marc flinched when he felt a hand grasp his shoulder. The breath rushed out of him when he met his partner’s gaze and saw the forgiveness in them. Forgiveness he didn’t deserve.

“Marc,” Y/N began but he shut her down before she could say what he knew he didn’t deserve to hear.

It’s okay. I love you.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry! I, fuck, I fucked up. I’m sorry.” Marc stood up swiftly as Y/N went to reach for him again. “I could have fucking killed you!” He gasped out as he turned away from Y/N.

Y/N knew the switch happened by the change in her boyfriend's posture. “Steven?” Usually, she’d say his name with conviction, but after what just occurred Y/N no longer knew who had control over her boyfriend’s body and that clear hesitancy in her voice killed Steven.

“Oh love,” the Englishman began. With wide eyes and open arms, Steven was quick to hug his girlfriend. He needed to reassure himself that she was alright, that she was alive and unharmed. “I’m so sorry Y/N! I have no idea what happened. When Marc woke up and he was on top of you, I woke up too. That wasn’t us, darling please, I’m so sorry.”

“I know, it’s okay.”

Steven stopped for a moment, his grip tightened on Y/N as he confessed to her in a wavering voice. “I don’t know who that was, love. I’m bloody scared whoever it was will come back and…” he didn't finish his sentence, but Y/N knew by the loosening of his grip and the shuffled step backwards that he was scared this new alter would try to front and hurt her. “Marc says you’re not safe with us and… Gods, I think he might be right on this one.”

Y/N was shaking her head before Steven could finish his sentence. Her hands reached for him as she took a step forward. “No. Don’t do this sacrificial, isolation bullshit. Whoever fronted was with me long enough to kill me if they really wanted me dead. I know you and Marc are scared but we’re a fucking partnership. We don’t leave each other when the going gets tough.”

Steven was quiet for many moments. Soaking in what Y/N had just said. He really was terrified about this other alter, but what really stuck with him was how passionate Y/N was about sticking at his side. He was sucked back into reality when the woman spoke up again.

“He spoke Spanish.” Steven looked up into Y/N’s eyes, his dark brows were furrowed in confusion.

“Do you know what he said?”

Y/N shook her head. “No. It was two words and he yelled them, like a curse or a demand, but then Marc fronted."

“And this mystery man was choking you as he said this?”

It was quiet for a moment before Y/N answered. “Honestly, it was no more than what I do to you in bed.”

Steven was quick to blush at the mention of his sex life. Y/N would have found it adorable if she wasn’t so focused on figuring out her boyfriend’s third alter.

Before he answered his girlfriend his attention was taken away by something else. Looking over Y/N’s shoulder at the sand dune that rose above them, his gaze landed on Khonshu. “What is it?” He called out. Y/N knew he had to have been talking to Khonshu.

“That fucking bird gonna help us get out of here?” Y/N asked. She wanted, needed, to get out of the desert. With the hot sun beating down on her and the new problem of an unfamiliar alter rising, she was quickly losing her patience.

“People are here.” Steven gasped out before it was Marc that was fronting and donning his ceremonial armour.

Y/N slipped her knives out of her boots as she looked around the open desert. They had to be coming from over the sand dune. “How many?” Y/N asked.

Marc’s answer came right before Harrow’s people came over the dune. “Too many.”

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