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cyberpunk-spectre · 2 years

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Untitled - Elliot Alderson × GN! Reader

Angst, mentions of trauma and abuse.

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“Do you think they’re mad at me?”

Mr. Robot paused, turning to meet Elliot’s figure. The young man in question was sitting upright on his mattress, keeping as still as possible as to not disturb the sleeping figure next to him.

“What…?” Mr. Robot voiced, confused. He and Elliot had been talking about their plan to take down the Deus Group when Elliot suddenly brought up such a weird question.

“[Y/N],” Elliot said softer, “do you think [Y/N]’s mad at me?”

Mr. Robot glanced over at the sleeping figure. [Y/N] [L/N]—a unique individual, a lot like Elliot in some ways, and yet completely different in others. The two fit together like USB and port. No wonder they had such a steady relationship despite, well, everything.

You stirred lightly, your brows scrunching up. You were having some sort of nightmare, although Mr. Robot couldn’t say what it was about.

The being that was Mr. Robot turned back to Elliot, who had also been glancing at your sleeping form. “Why would you think that?”

“Because I’ve been ignoring them. Hiding away while you take control…” his voice slowly turned shaky as the horroundus memories that Vera forced Elliot to dig up with his therapist began invading his mind.

“Kid,” Mr. Robot sighed out, not entirely sure how to phrase what he wanted to say. “No. No, they aren’t mad. They wouldn’t be, not after everything you’ve been through.”

Elliot glanced up to meet Mr. Robot’s gaze. Mr. Robot could see the pain in his eyes, wishing he could just take it all away, making things go back to how they were when Elliot didn’t know the truth.

“I don’t like hiding away like this. Not from them.” Elliot’s voice was quiet, his grey eyes looking down. He was shaking, although he seemed to be trying to fight it off.

“Elliot, you can’t beat yourself about this—this was something you were never supposed to know. It was my job to keep it from you, and I failed.” Mr. Robot protested, hating the fact that Elliot was hurting so bad.

Elliot sniffled, a silent sign that he had been crying. “I know, it’s why I created you. But I hate not being able to look into his eyes. It hurts, because I… because I…” he stopped himself.

Mr. Robot had the ghost of a smile on his lips. “It’s because you love them, I know.”

Elliot just nodded.

Mr. Robot sighed again, contemplating on whether or not he should tell Elliot. He had every right to know, no matter what you thought.

The man grumbled to himself, deciding to say ‘fuck it’ to whatever you would say to him later. He walked over to Elliot, kneeling down to meet his eyes.

“I have something to tell you, Kiddo. Even though [Y/N] told me not to tell you.” Mr. Robot began. His words caused Elliot to perk right up, unintentionally showing his puffy red eyes to his protector.

Mr. Robot didn’t say anything about them as he continued. “It was a few days after we met. Well, after they met me. I won’t ever forget what they told me that day.”

Elliot tilted his head, wiping his eye with the sleeve of his trusted hoodie. “What… did they say?”

Mr. Robot glanced at you again. You had kicked the comforter off, being too hot beneath it. Your torso was exposed to the world, showing off your well-shaped, yet battered body.

There were scars everywhere, vastly ranging in sizes. There were a few tattoos here and there—nothing too frivolous. Mostly used to cover up the biggest and nastiest scars of your collection.

“They said they knew why I existed. Told me they knew why you created me. Of course, they didn’t know the exact reasoning behind it, but they said that they had dealt with severe trauma cases before in others. Although, we were unique, they said that we were special.” Mr. Robot explained.

Now it was Elliot’s turn to look back at you, not really understanding.

“Special?”

Mr. Robot shrugged. “Hey, your guess is as good as mine. But that’s not why I’m telling you this. I’m telling you because they understand why you haven’t been the one driving. They understand why you need to just hide away. They aren’t mad at you, Kid. They would never be mad at you. They love you too much.”

Mr. Robot’s words made Elliot’s heart skip a beat. He was still so new to this whole dating game, but he couldn’t deny the connection you shared.

Elliot was still having a hard time getting used to the idea that there was someone out there who was there for him. Who cared for him. Who loved him.

He was so thankful that you stayed by his side, even after everything you had been through since you first met.

Elliot turned to look back at Mr. Robot, however the man was nowhere to be seen. Elliot was about to jump to his feet and call out to him when he felt the mattress beneath him move.

“Elliot…?” The half-asleep voice of [Y/N] [L/N] spoke up, catching Elliot’s attention. Elliot looked over, seeing you sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness of Elliot’s apartment, you slumped into a more comfortable position, staring at Elliot’s figure.

“Or…” you began softly, your voice sending shivers down Elliot’s spine. “Is it you?”

“It’s me.” Elliot replied, almost inaudibly. You perked right up at that.

“Really?”

Elliot nodded.

You smiled warmly. “Did you sleep at all, Babe?”

Elliot didn’t say anything, simply shaking his head. He could feel his heart running a marathon in his chest as he was starting to break down. He didn’t mean to, but he was still just so overwhelmed, and the sudden disappearance of Mr. Robot didn’t help at all.

“Babe? Is everything okay? Elliot…?” Your voice was full of concern. You moved across the mattress, scooting closer to Elliot.

You then reached out, placing your hand on Elliot’s shoulder.

That’s what set him off.

He knew you would never hurt him, but he was in such a fragile state that he had no control over the fear that took over every fibre of his being.

Elliot jumped back, reacting on pure instinct. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!!”

You immediately pulled back, startled by Elliot’s outburst. You instantly realised what caused the reaction, mentally kicking yourself.

“Fuck, Babe, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean too…” you trailed off once you heard Elliot whimpering.

“I’m sorry,” Elliot whimpered, his body curling into a ball, trembling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry…!”

He continued to repeat that phrase over and over, rocking back and forth. He was having a full on breakdown, which broke your heart, as you knew exactly how that sort of panic felt.

You scooted even closer to Elliot, attempting to reach out again to comfort your boyfriend out of reflex. You then stopped yourself, remembering what triggered the panic attack in the first place.

However, before you fully pulled away, Elliot’s body moved entirely on its own, falling into your arms as Elliot cried into their chest. You went still, taking a second to process what was happening. Then, Elliot felt you embrace him, holding him close.

“Elliot,” you began softly, resting your chin on the top of Elliot’s head as he let Elliot cry it all out. “You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about.”

“But I’ve been ignoring you—pushing you away when all you’ve ever done was try to help me.” Elliot sniffled.

Elliot felt your grip tighten. “What you’re going through, Elliot… fuck, man. Nobody should ever have to go through that shit. It’s why Mr. Robot exists in the first place, to keep you safe from things you were never meant to know. What Vera did—well, I’m fucking glad he’s dead and I’ll leave it at that.”

Elliot chuckled at the tone of your words. He then sniffled, resting his head on your chest, your embrace making Elliot feel safe, protected.

“So… you’re not mad at me?”

Elliot felt you go still, completely shocked. “Mad? Babe, how could I possibly be mad at you?”

“I’ve been ignoring you,” Elliot repeated, “hiding away, leaving Mr. Robot in control, it isn’t fair to you and I’m—”

You cut Elliot off before he fell into another rant. “Elliot, I don’t blame you for anything. You need time to cope with this, to find out some way to keep going. And if letting Mr. Robot do everything helps you with that, then I’ll put up with his bitching for as long as I need to.”

“Hey!” A familiar voice piped up. Elliot perked up at the sound, peeling away from your chest. He looked over your shoulder to where Mr. Robot himself stood—in the corner of Elliot’s apartment, right by his computer.

There was a fond smile on his face. He meant what he said as a joke. He wasn’t pissed off by your comment at all.

Realising what Elliot was looking at, you followed his gaze in the general direction of where you believed Mr. Robot was standing. You had to make a guess due to the fact you couldn’t exactly see Mr. Robot. Only Elliot could.

“I fucking mean it too, man.” You said.

Mr. Robot looked at you, chuckling. He then looked back at Elliot with that same smile, however it felt more genuine that time.

Oh… Elliot now figured out why Mr. Robot had disappeared.

That was… quite nice of him, actually.

“He’s smiling…” Elliot said softly, wanting you to know that Mr. Robot understood the joke you made.

You turned back to Elliot with a smile of your own. “Good.”

You then cupped Elliot’s face in your hands, the two of you locking eyes. “You’re going through a lot, but I want you to know that I will always be here for you, Elliot. Always.”

Elliot’s lips curled into a small, yet entirely genuine, smile. He grabbed your wrists, keeping your eyes locked. “Okay.” Was all he said.

You smiled as you kissed Elliot’s lips. Elliot didn’t flinch, or pull back—instead he kissed back. Quite unusual for him, but he was learning. Patience truly was the price of your relationship.

So it was a damn good thing that you were also one very patient individual when you wanted to be.

#elliot alderson imagines #elliot alderson x reader

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animeomegas · 3 years

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Who is the most needy while in heat?

I decided to write for a few characters for different categories: Clingiest, Horniest, Territorial and Requires Support. Enjoy~

Who is the clingiest:

1. Itachi – Itachi has only ever had soft heats in his life(heats that are not sexually, but instead emotionally charged). He didn’t have his first heat until he was already part of the Akatsuki and didn’t feel safe enough for a proper heat. His health also isn’t the best, so his body knows to have soft heats rather than normal heats. Because he only has these types of heats, they are very strong. He feels a constant urge to be by your side, ideally with you touching him at all times. He can’t take suppressants because they mess with his illness, so he can’t minimise the effects. He spends the two days holed up in his room, the door locked and sealed shut. He won’t let you leave his nest much, growling and whining if you try. His instincts are screaming at him that he has to protect you and that you have to protect him. He can get a little addled and confused because the impulses are too strong. He’s extremely clingy in heat and he hates it. He always feels embarrassed afterwards.

2. Izuku – Izuku is prone to crying and feeling very rejected if you neglect him during his preheat or heat. He feels the sting of rejection very strongly and feeling abandoned during a heat is… not good for omegas to put it lightly. It can make them sick if it’s serious enough. So, Izuku will definitely try and keep you in his nest as much as possible, asking wordlessly to be carried with you if you need to leave for a moment. Going to work or leaving the house during his heats (even when he’s on suppressants) is a no-no for him. He will do anything to get you to stay with him, including but not limited to hiding your keys, seducing you, and begging.

3. Mammon – From the second he’s in preheat, he literally will not leave you alone. He’s very attention starved, but his slight tsundere tendencies keep him from acting on his need for affection. His heat and preheat remove the tsundere tendencies and make him even more desperate for attention. He’s hanging off of his Alpha constantly, following them around and sleeping in their room. He enjoys laying on top of them while they stroke his hair or rub his back. Will growl away anyone who tries to take you from him. If the growling doesn’t work, he’ll whine at you to stay with him because he knows you can’t refuse him when he’s like that.

4. Kaoru – He doesn’t like how clingy he is, but it’s very uncomfortable for an omega to ignore their heat urges, so he doesn’t bother trying to resist it. He’s very prone to loneliness when he’s in heat or preheat, so he likes it if you’re with him as much as possible. He will spend most the time sitting on your lap, innocently and not so innocently.

5. L – He isn’t particularly fussed about constant physical affection, but he wants you to be in the same room as him at all times. He constantly turns away from his work to make sure you’re still sitting in the room with him, and in the evenings, he likes if he can sit on your lap while he works. His heats are reduced from suppressants, and his libido is very low generally, but he still likes to make sure his alpha is safe and with him during his heat and be surrounded by his alpha’s scent.

Who is the most territorial during heat:

1. Sasuke – Will straight up growl at anyone who gets too close to you both, and it won’t end well if someone shows up at his house when he’s in heat. Sasuke immediately views whoever it is as a threat and would likely try and attack them, especially if they were a stranger or someone he didn’t like. He is a lot less stressed during this time if you both just hole up at home for his preheat and heat. One of the reasons he makes his nest in a walk in wardrobe is because it’s an easily defendable place.

2. Shikamaru – He has to have an arm around you or vice versa at all times. He makes sure you always smell like him during his preheats, just as a warning to other omegas. In heat, he gets very intense and caught up in the feelings, so interruptions from outsiders will be jarring and he’s likely to react aggressively.

3. Shinsou – Is very paranoid when in heat and preheat. He gets nervous about people coming to try and hurt him and his mate while he’s weak, so he doesn’t like anyone he doesn’t know around you or him. Shinsou is fiercely protective of his family and his alpha. When he’s actually in heat, he would probably try to attack anyone who got too close.

4. Belphie – Likes to just lay down and sleep with you when he’s in preheat, and whenever any of his brothers (or anyone else) try and get you to move, he growls them away, wrapping his arms around your chest to stop you from going anywhere. Would definitely bite someone if they were brave enough to try and remove him from you by force. When he’s in heat, he uses compulsion charms to keep people away from the attic where he likes to spend his heat with you.

5. Diavolo – He can’t keep his hands or lips off of his alpha during preheat, but not just in a horny way, mainly in a ‘they’re mine’ kind of way. He likes to show off his relationship to others as a warning to stay away. He is delightfully smug if you return the treatment.

6. Kusuo – He pretends he isn’t being territorial when he’s in preheat, but whenever you end up in conversation with someone, Kusuo is just suddenly standing next to you, I wonder how that happened? He also makes a way greater effort to ditch anyone who might interrupt his alone time with you. He turns his friends away if they show up at his door when he’s in preheat. When in heat, he gets off on the ‘you’re mine and I’m yours’ aspect.

7. Light – This boy in greedy for your attention when he’s in preheat, and very bitter if he doesn’t get enough of it. He directs most of his anger at anyone who he perceives as taking you away from him. He will lie and manipulate others away from you both during this time with zero hesitation or regret. Would be possessive if you gave too much attention to a book while he’s in heat.

Who needs the most support:

1. Alois – I headcanon that Alois has some specific heat related trauma, that I’m not going to get into right now, that impacts him greatly. His alpha is his protection. He only feels safe during his heat if you’re there with him. If you leave him alone, even just for a minute, he will panic, fear mixing with his already heat addled brain. For that reason, he needs a great deal of support, he needs a gentle touch and a constant presence.

2. Shouto – His father paid to have him on illegal grade suppressant without him knowing just after Shouto’s quirk came in. Endeavour got the quirk he wanted, but not the dynamic he wanted, so he tried to change that. He experiences similar heats to Neji when he first comes off of suppressants. He’s so sensitive everywhere that it hurts. He wants to be touched so badly, but it hurts him. His alpha needs to work with him slowly to help him overcome the sensitivity.

3. Neji – I mentioned before that due to the suppressant abuse that was inflicted on Neji as a child, his heats can be very painful, especially at first, much like Shouto. For a more in-depth analysis, I have headcanons on Neji’s suppressant abuse listed on my pinned masterlist.

4. Keigo (Hawks) – He suffers from really bad paranoia during his heats. At first, it’s unclear what’s triggering the paranoia, but eventually it becomes clear that his treatment in the hands of the Commission have left him some nasty mental scars. When Keigo is in heat, he needs to have the door locked and bolted, the windows lock and covered with thick curtains and blinds, he needs to be rid of all technology or anything a person could use to contact him, and he needs all supplies to be in his nest with him so that neither you nor him have to leave that one room. It’s why the room he nests in must have an ensuite. He tends to have soft heats (emotionally charge rather than sexually charged) because his paranoia makes his body think he’s in too much danger to have a proper heat. It’s lucky that his heats normally only last for a day.

(N-sfw under cut~)

Who is the horniest:

1. Sebastian – He barely manages to keep it together during the day when he has to serve Ciel, but at night? You better be fucking him so well that he can’t stay coherent. He needs a full eight hours of sex before the heat withdraws enough for him to focus. A demon’s heat is very intensive after all.

2. Kakashi – Every little thing sets him off when he’s in heat. Maybe you knotted him and the heat is subsiding a little, but then you bit your lip or stretch in a certain way, and immediately he’s consumed by his heat again. He struggles to keep it in his trousers long enough to hydrate and sleep. Sometimes he needs to cockwarm his alpha just to be able to calm his instincts enough to sleep.

3. Tamaki A – He gets so horny at the peaks of his heat that any and all nervousness completely vanishes. He will beg his alpha shamelessly to get what he needs. He cannot control his voice at all, so you better hope your neighbours are forgiving, because Amajiki shouts some filthy things when he feels really good.

4. Asmo – No one is surprised that he is completely and overwhelmingly horny for his entire heat. Most omegas have down moments for resting and hydrating while their heat isn’t so bad. Not Asmo. His heat lasts for three days (a maximum amount) and is intense for all of it. You have to make him to eat and drink something while he begs and writhes on your lap for you to fuck him.

5. Kiba – Has a very high sex drive in general, even when he’s not in heat, so it’s no surprise that he’s basically insatiable when he’s in heat. He jumps his alpha five times a day when he’s in preheat, and every hour when he’s in heat. If you can’t provide for him as often as he needs, he will absolutely buy a knotted dildo and use it while he’s on top of you. Most of the time that convinces his alpha to help him get off.

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otptings · 3 years

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Accidental Voyeurism

⌦Idol: Wayv

⌦requested: yessss Hiii! I’m not sure if you’ve done this before, but can i get a WayV reaction where they’re getting heated up with their s/o but then another member walks in? Thank you!

⌦word count: 1.7k+

⌦genre: nsfw (18+) (not each one is sexual thought)

⌦warning: unprotected sex, accidental voyeurism, exhibitionsim (Yangyang, Hendery), choking (Lucas)

⌦synopsis: member walking in during intimate times

⌦a/n: listen, I know hendery's is long, but in my defense I wrote exhibitionism, so I had to have exhibitionism. also have y'all seen the video of YangYang pulling his jacket down and body rolling completely unprompted? cause that now lives rent free in my head. if you liked this reaction requests are open for NCT, SVT, Enhypen and Treasure. please like, reblog, or donate to my Ko-Fi or cash app in my bio. thank you 💞

Kun

Face - mind - body practically red

He’s embarrassed

Would instantly stop

Apologize to you, and the unfortunate member that walked in

Sexy mode? Completely gone

Would take a year for this man to feel comfortable enough to have sex in the dorms again

“My baby’s so loud. Want everyone to hear huh?” Kun’s teasing tone was deadly, especially while he was two fingers in your cunt, fingers massaging your walls. Your grip on Kun’s wrist was tight, biting your lip to hide your moans.

“Kun.” All you could do was whimper at his palm rubbing over your clit, thighs shaking from trying to prevent them from closing around his wrist in fear he’ll pull away. “Please.”

“Begging already? We just started.” Your next moan was swallowed by Kun, his lips covering yours. There was no way for you to kiss him back, too overwhelmed. Kun’s teasing words in your ears were enough for neither of you to hear the door open, Winwin gasping was all it took for you two to pull apart. Kun didn’t move, covering your exposed cunt and yelling out a ‘sorry’ as Winwin slammed the door behind him.

“Should’ve locked the fucking door.”

Ten

Would not give one fuck

He’d stop out of respect for you

Instantly annoyed by the member

Would make that member’s life miserable for a week as pay back

He’d still be ready to go

But would stop if you were embarrassed

“So good for me.” Ten’s grip on your hair tightened while guiding you up and down his cock. Looking up through your lashes you keened at the sight of Ten throwing his head back, hickey’s lining his chest. Knowing that you were the reason why Ten was moaning loudly. “Close baby.” Ten softly thrust up into your mouth, groaning as you ran your tongue under the head of his cock, tracing the veins.

“Hey Ten did you see Lou-” The door burst open, revealing Hendery standing in the door frame, mouth open at the sight of you going down on Ten. You pulled off, cringing at the obscene pop while Ten tossed a blanket over both of you.

“Get out.” Hendery squeaked out a sorry before slamming the door shut, his footsteps retreating down the hallway. Ten groaned, running his hands down his face, his cock was still hard and now throbbing because of the unintentional edging.

“Are you okay baby?”

WinWin

Same as Kun

Bright red, and embarrassed

Instantly turned off, dick on soft

He’d be more scarred than the member that walked in

“We’re gonna be late for practice, hurry u-” Yep, that’s you. You’re probably remembering how you ended up here.

Truly it’s not your fault. How were you ever supposed to say no to him asking for a quickie? Especially in his sleeveless top and sweatpants that made him look delectable. By the time he pressed you against his room door and placed sloppy kisses along your neck you were putty in his hands. It took all of 5 minutes for your pants to be discarded, you’d later see they were hanging off his desk chair, and your hands carding through his hair, sighing as his tongue flicked over your clit.

“Sicheng, please.” Sicheng may be shy everywhere else, but never in the bedroom. Now, as he looked up at you from his spot between his legs, smirking as your arousal covered his chin you wondered how you ever thought he was innocent.

He was about to return to his task right as the door knob twisted, and Xiao halted at the scene in front of him, words dying out as his cheeks grew bright red.

“Sorry.” You would’ve found the scene funny, Xiao’s voice cracking before slamming the door shut, but Sicheng seemed to be stuck.

“Sicheng?”

“I can never face him again.”

Lucas

Would not care

Not all

No embarrassment

Would shoo them out

His only waver would be to ask if you were okay

Then he’d thrust right back into you if you were okay

Free time with Lucas is something that is rarely gifted, so every second you can get alone is cherished. This was supposed to be a simple movie night with the rest of the boys, celebrating their successful comeback and the return of WinWin and Lucas to Korea. Fortunately Lucas had different plans when he led you into the room, pulling you to straddle his lap as he dropped onto his bed. This was a pleasant surprise.

“I’ve missed you.” Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him into a kiss, which Lucas took no time to deepen by licking at the seams of your lip. Pulling away Lucas only chuckled at your already fucked out expression.

“Show me how much.” You took no time to slide off the bed, seating yourself in between his legs. Lifting his hips up Lucas helped you push down his sweatpants, releasing his pretty cock. Swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock you sighed at the taste of his pre cum, you hadn’t realized just how severely you missed the feel of his cock on your tongue until you took him as deep as you could.

It wasn’t until you reached the base, taking breaths through your nose that the door burst open, causing Lucas to accidentally thrust deeper into your throat making you choke. Pulling off you were too focused on the tears running down your face as you coughed to realize that it was Hendery in the doorway.

“Just wanted to say the movie started.” Hendery awkwardly laughed before racing out of the room, leaving Lucas to make sure you were okay after choking on his cock.

Xiaojun

Would be super embarrassed

Maybe not as red as Kun and Winwin

Wouldn’t stop though

I mean, his dick would still be hard so why stop?

He’d have post nut clarity that when all of the embarrassment hits

“It is okay Xiao.” Biting your lip you tried to hide your laughs. Xiao needed you to comfort him, but the situation was terribly funny.

“It’s not. I won’t be able to look at them again.” His voice was muffled from the pillow, and you knew that if you could see his face an embarrassed flushed would be present.

“It wasn’t that bad. Remember when you walked in on Lucas?” That was one for the books.

“That doesn’t mean he had to walk in on me.” At his whining you couldn’t help but laugh, a loud guffaw that only made Xiao more flustered. “Leave me alone.” Xiao jokingly pushed you away from him, causing you to fall down on the bed beside him, still giggling.

“Come on. The post nut clarity was that strong? You didn’t even stop.” Xiao couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “I swear you went faster after Lucas walked in.”

“My dick was still hard, it’s not my fault.”

Hendery

If you dated Hendery you’d probably be a crackhead like him

Both of you would laugh over it

Prolly jokingly call out sorry for the poor member

But definitely continue

Exhibitionism kink? Either one or both of you got hornier from it

You thought the dorm was empty. That’s the only reason why you agreed to join Hendery in the shower, knowing how it’ll end up.

It did start off innocent thought, both of you sharing a sweet moment alone, pressing chaste kisses underneath the warm stream of water. Until Hendery decided that he wasn’t going to waste his only free time with you, pressing you against the wall and placing kisses along your neck and collarbone, leaving marks along your exposed skin.

There was no way you’d be bothered enough to hide your moans, especially when Hendery was rubbing his cockhead around your hole, teasing you while his other hand played with your nipple, pinching and twisting it until it was erect.

“Hendery.” He laughed before finally slipping in, groaning at the feeling of pulling him in. You let out a high pitched moan at the stretch, haven’t been able to have him like that for days.

“What’s all that noise?” Famous last words.

Thank god the curtain was closed, because before either of you could react the bathroom door opened. “Hendery.”

“Kind of busy Ten.” You zoned out on their conversation, especially when Hendery was still slowly grinding against you, the tip of his cock rubbing over your g spot and you couldn’t help but clench around him. Ten was so close to the shower curtain, and all he had to do was pull it back even a little bit to see your compromised position. Hendery’s hand slid up to cover your mouth, as he started thrusting into you, still talking to Ten all the while. You felt your eyes roll back when Ten finally left the bathroom, the door closing behind with a click behind him.

“You liked him being so close huh?” Hendery uncovered your mouth and all you could do was whimper.

This was new, and he’d be damned if he didn’t use it to his advantage.

Yangyang

Would not stop

Literally

Would continue to fuck you

Even while they’re standing in the doorway

That member is now traumatized and cannot look at YangYang the same way

He just gives off big dick energy, would you expect him to stop?

You are lucky. There’s no other way to phrase it. You’ve hit the absolute jackspot, and can only thank god as YangYang grabs your throat and pulls you up so that your back hits his chest, thrusts now angled to perfectly hit your g spot every time.

The only way to describe this was euphoric. You felt your lip split due to how hard you were biting, copper flooding your mouth but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“You like that baby? S’tight for me.” The moan you let out was pornagraphic, and not quiet in any way. That’s what caused Kun to open the shared bedroom door, an obvious frown on his face that quickly melted away to shock at your compromised position. You closed your eyes reflexively, expecting YangYang to stop or even slow down, but you really didn’t want him to. Your orgasm was so close, and who knows how much longer YangYang would go if you stopped due to your unexpected guest.

Thankfully, he didn’t stop. Only staring at Kun until he squeaked out an apology and slammed the door shut behind him.

That’s a problem for a different day, for now all you could focus on was the wonderful feeling of your toes curling as your orgasm finally washed over you.

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byzantiumshades · 3 years

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Pairing: Lee Donghyuck/Haechan (NCT) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Contains: Mentions of abuse, scars, body worship, making out, hand job, marking, blow-job, dirty talk, nipple play, dry-humping

Word count: 2581

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Losing yourself in Donghyuck isn’t difficult at all, really. He always stands out from the crowd, no matter what he does or how he looks like – you’re drawn to him like a moth’s drawn to the light. There’s no point in pretending that you’re not already gone over him.

“Donghyuck,” you giggle, caressing his face gently as he hovers above you, sweet smile adorning his face.

And he’s gone too, you know that already from the way he talks about you, the way he looks at you – like you’re the only one he needs. When he’s kissing you, it’s almost like you’re his oxygen, and he’s desperate to breathe. His dark eyes shine like starts in the night sky when he holds your hand, and it’s one of the most adorable things you’ve ever witnessed.

“Donghyuck,” you murmur softly, his lips slowly travelling down your neck.

His hands sweep along your skin frantically, as if afraid you’re going to push him away any moment. It doesn’t matter how many times you told him you’d never do such a thing – he always has that look on his face that tells you he thinks you’re too good to be true.

“Donghyuck,” you moan, your hands already tangled into his thick curls as his eager hands explore your body.

Even all the layers of fabric that separate your bodies can’t hide how hard he is at this point, and it delights you to know that it’s because of you.

“Let me touch you, please,” you pant out, already slipping one hand underneath his t-shirt.

His reaction’s fast yet predictable after so many attempts: he playfully pushes your hands away, almost like it’s an element of foreplay, but no, it’s not. And it’s not the first time it happened either, but usually you simply let it go because as long as he’s happy you’re happy. However, you can’t always control the hurt that overcomes your senses when his body tenses next to yours from the mere touch of your fingers.

“Donghyuck,” you say, pushing him away when he tries to kiss you again.

For some reason, he loves touching you, yet he never lets you touch him.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks immediately with a worried expression on his face.

“Funny, I was about to ask the same thing,” you chuckle bitterly, looking up at him.

“I don’t understand,” he says, sitting up, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Do you not like it when I touch you? Every time I try to do so, you push me away,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead with your hand.

“Of course not,” Donghyuck answers without hesitation.

“Quite the opposite, I’d say,” he adds quieter, averting his eyes bashfully as pretty blush blossoms on his cheeks.

For someone so outspoken, blunt even, he becomes adorably shy when he has to put his feelings into words. It makes them even more precious in your eyes.

“In fact, the mere brush of your fingers makes me feel like I’m a teenager again,” he chuckles hesitantly taking one of your hands into his.

“Then why won’t you let me touch you?” you repeat, a little confused by his answer.

“I want to, I really do, I just–,” he trails off, lowering his head in defeat with a sigh.

“I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do, Hyuck. I’m just asking for an explanation because your silent rejection hurts me.”

“No, no, I don’t–,” he starts but cuts himself off almost immediately shaking his head.

He’s visibly conflicted: his eyes glued to the floor, teeth gnawing at his lower lip anxiously as he absent-mindedly caresses the back of your hand with his thumb. Finally, he takes a shaky breath and looks up at you with a determined stare.

“My body’s not an attractive one,” he starts hesitantly, long eyelashes brushing his cheekbones as he lowers his eyes bashfully.

“I never got a proper treatment, so my skin’s covered with scars. They’re everywhere, really, those jagged thick lines that make me look unsightly, and I–,” he cuts himself off again, biting on his lower lip harshly before continuing.

“You probably noticed that I don’t like to show off my skin, that I prefer to cover myself as much as possible. It’s because I don’t want people to gape at me because of them, and, well, I don’t want you to see them either.”

All those long slaved t-shirts, jackets, and oversized hoodies – all this time you thought that it’s just his style. It never crossed your mind that there’s something behind it, and it makes you feel ashamed that it never occurred to you. But now, now it all makes sense: the fact that he prefers to take a shower when none’s around, the fact that he never undressed in front of you no matter how many times you subtly hinted that you definitely wouldn’t mind that.

“Tell me Hyuck, do you really think I wouldn’t find you attractive because of that?” you ask in a serious tone, gently grabbing his chin to make him look at you.

“I–I don’t know,” he stutters out, suddenly not sure.

“But I like everything about your appearance, love,” you say matter-of-factly, causing him to make a rather dumbfounded face.

“What?” he mutters in disbelief.

“You heard me, Donghyuck. I like your pretty smile, I like how your eyes shine when you’re happy, I like to see you getting all hot and bothered around me,” you chuckle tenderly caressing his cheek with your fingertips.

“I really like you because it’s you, Hyuck. I swear to god, I like you so fucking much you probably can’t even imagine.”

“I–I really like you too,” he stutters out bashfully with the softest of smiles playing on his lips as he rubs his face into your hand.

“Besides, it doesn’t really matter how you look, I’m still going to like you in the end. I fell for your personally in the first place, your handsome face’s more like a pleasant addition,�� you say jokingly, hoping to make him feel more at ease.

When you kiss him, it’s tender and careful, and it’s your turn to be afraid that you’re going to be pushed away. What a crazy feeling it is, really, when you wear your heart on your sleeve, and anxiously wait for it to be crashed.

“May I?” you ask, gently tugging at the hem of his t-shirt.

He nods slowly, more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen him being.

Slowly, oh so slowly, you pull the fabric up his chest, not looking away from his eyes even for a moment. When it reaches his shoulders, he rises his arms wordlessly, letting you take it off completely. He’s still nervous, you can tell.

“Hyuck,” you murmur carefully pressing your lips against his.

The world could have ended here and now, and neither of you’d give a single fuck.

“May I?” you ask once again, the tone of your voice even softer this time.

“Yeah,” he answers just as softly.

You move away then to take a proper look at him, and for the love of god, you have to swallow hard seeing his upper body for the first time: his neck thick yet somehow still graceful, sharp collarbones nicely emphasizing the broadness of his shoulders, muscled chest that melts into a slim waist.

The biggest scar is placed on his left breast just above the nipple, another one similar in length adorns the skin on his ribs while a few smaller ones are scattered over his lower abdomen. You can also see some jagged lines on his biceps and forearms, but not as much as on his chest. When he takes a shaky breath, the muscles of his abdomen tense, and you want to scream, really. All this time he was truly worried about your reaction, hiding his body from you in fear of being pushed away, yet here you’re being more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life. You want to touch him, you want to kiss him, you want to embrace him – you want him.

“Donghyuck,” you say in a trembling voice, desperately trying to get yourself together.

“You don’t like it, do you,” he murmurs, lowering his head in shame.

You can’t help but chuckle as you shake your head firmly.

“Oh, love, you can’t even imagine how hard it’s for me to keep my hands to myself right now. You’re so fucking gorgeous, it’s not even funny,” you sigh, raking your fingers through your hair.

He opens his mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out. For a moment you’re just sitting there quietly, not looking at each other.

“What,” he finally croaks out, completely stupefied.

“I know how worried you were about my reaction, Hyuck, but, fuck, you look so good I can barely process it.”

He’s shocked by your words, but then you look up at him, and he’s taken aback even more by the pure desire that swirls in your suddenly darkened eyes – you look at him like you want to eat him up, and this time it’s him who can barely process it.

“Your body’s just so fine. If I add that fact on top of your personality, I don’t think I’ll be able to cope with how perfect you’re,” you groan rubbing your face with one of your hands.

“You think I’m perfect?”

Maybe it’s the way he says it; soft and a little unsure, maybe it’s the way he looks at you with those dark eyes of his – either way, you can’t help yourself. A surprised gasp leaves his lips when you push him onto his back and straddle his thighs. You make sure to hold an eye contact with him as you lean forward and press a kiss to that big scar on his breast, not missing the opportunity to lick his nipple oh-so-accidentally. The way he bites his lower lip trying to not make any more sounds causes you to smirk.

“Hyuck, love, you know that I like to hear you.”

He knows that very well. When you rub yourself against him teasingly, curses mixed soft moans start to fall from his swollen lips. Lovely.

“You sound like an angel,” you murmur before placing another kiss on his warm skin.

His hands move towards your hips, but you have none of it –you grab his wrists swiftly and place his arms above his head. One stare from you is enough for him to know that it’s better for him to stay this way until you say otherwise.

“Please, fucking hell, please,” he groans when you start to move your hips in a circular motion, the friction making him giddy with pleasure.

His body’s hot all over, and he’s not even sure what exactly made him feel that way. Is it because of your words? Because of your body pressed tightly into his? Because of your hungry stare? He doesn’t know. He only knows that he’s losing his head for you and for you only, and that he absolutely loves it.

“Do you have any other scars that I could kiss?” you whisper into his ear as your fingers caress his sides teasingly.

“Y–yeah,” he murmurs shyly in the answer, causing you to move away slightly and rise your brow at him with a suggestive smirk playing on your lips.

His face’s on fire when he motions you to get off him, so he can stand up. Your eyes follow his movements greedily as he unzips his pants with shaky hands and pushes them down his thighs, uncovering another collection of scars. There’s more of them than on his chest, but they’re smaller and less jagged, however, they cover his whole expanse of his legs.

“Um, well, now you’ve seen it all,” he says jokingly, but the anxiety in his expression betrays him.

You stand up slowly, and look him straight in the eyes as the tips of your fingers move over his chest, his abdomen, and hips, gently exploring the scarred skin. He lowers his head to kiss you, his naked body pressed against your still clothed one. When you motion him onto the bed, and kneel between his legs, he’s barely breathing.

“Honestly, what are you doing to me,” he chuckles, raking fingers through his tangled hair.

“Nothing you don’t want me to,” you answer simply with a smirk just before your lips meet the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

You make sure to kiss every single scar you spot on his thighs, placing hickeys here and there as your hands teasingly move up his knee and back. Your lips move up without rush even though you know, or rather see, how turned on he already is – you just like to tease him. He knows that too.

“You like to play with me, don’t you? Almost like you want to expand the boundaries of my patience,” he rolls his eyes at you with an adorable pout to which you can’t help but laugh.

“Isn’t it nicer when you have to wait for something rather than to get it immediately?” you ask in the answer, and he rolls his eyes again, not wanting to admit that he agrees with you.

When you finally take the tip of his cock into your mouth, he grabs the sheets, so tightly his knuckles turn white. You take your time even then, slowly taking more and more of his length into your mouth to not strain yourself. Besides, is there something better than a desperate man completely at your mercy? You think not.

“My goodness,” he groans hoarsely as you finally swallow around him, his whole body shaking from the effort as he somehow manages to not thrust into your mouth.

Soon your jaw starts to hurt, but you don’t even think about stopping – his reactions make it all worth it. There’s nothing you love to hear more than your name said in that breathy, desperate tone that he uses when he chants that one word like some kind of prayer. His eyes are closed tightly when you look up at him, thick brows furrowed, deep blush colouring his cheeks – gorgeous.

“What a shame you can’t see yourself right now,” you say breathlessly as your fingers curl around his length.

“You look absolutely magnificent.”

Your hand moves faster and faster until he can’t control himself any more and starts to thrust into your fist. You know that it won’t take long for him to orgasm– he’s far too gone at this point.

“Come, Donghyuck,” you say nonchalantly as you twist your wrist expertly.

And he does: his muscles tensing, eyes rolling back as he falters and falls onto his back, breathing heavily. After helping him ride his orgasm, you sit on the bed next to him, and stroke his head soothingly, leaning forward from time to time to place a kiss to his sweaty skin.

“You did so well, love,” you tell him, caressing the scars on his chest with your free hand.

He takes some time to get down from his high before he manages to get up and clean himself up. You’re already waiting for him in the bed when he comes back and snuggles against you with a content sigh.

“Beautiful,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Donghyuck smiles softly in the answer as he tangles his fingers with yours.

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badgirlcovenrep · 3 years

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omg chenrich prompts? hell yeah!! Okay so how about immediately after the council meeting? Steph taking Alex to the hospital because u KNOW its steph who takes her to get treated

As is expected I got a little carried away 😁

So this is a bit of a mix between chenrich in the hospital and medical grade painkillers Alex lol

Hope you enjoy!

No one could have prepared them for that community meeting. Steph shook all over just to think of Jed luring Alex into the woods. Of him leaving her for dead in some awful mining hole.

It made her so furious. Even hearing him cry, blabbering like a sad shadow of the man she'd known (the man that was all a charismatic lie, showmanship, to hide the disgusting truth) her anger, her hurt was too fresh for the girl to gather any sort of sadness for him.

"I'm sorry, Ryan," Alex repeats, standing at the bar with them.

Ryan is staring, speechless, at his father's crying shadow.

"I'm so sorry-" she tries to take a step forward, but her feet falter, and Alex nearly topples over to the ground, grunting in pain as Steph jumps to hold her elbow and help steady her into the floor once again.

"Fuck, Alex, you need a doctor." Steph insists. But Alex is looking at Ryan with so much concern that she can't get her to move.

"It's not your fault, okay?" Ryan finally speaks, breaking out of whatever haze he'd been in to look back at her, "It's not your fault. I just- need a moment to process all this. Go with Steph, you're hurt."

Alex finally looks at her then, and Steph can feel herself plead with her eyes - because she might not know a lot about these sorts of injuries but she's smart enough to know - just by the way she's swaying back and forth on unsteady feet - they probably have another minute, at most, before Alex collapses.

"You did it." Steph mumbles, voice filling with unbridled pride as well as urgency, touching down Alex's arm to hold her cold hand, "You did it, ok? You can settle down now."

Her brown eyes are hazy, blinking back to Steph with rapidly heavying eyelids.

"Good. That's- That's good." Alex slurs back, the last reminiscent of adrenaline leaking out of her body in a heavy huff, "very, very good-"

Steph barely has a second to process what is happening before Alex's body gives out. By some miracle, she's able to flip her arms around her shoulders just fast enough to stop her from falling to the ground.

****

Pike helps her take Alex to the local hospital before going back to deal with Jed's arrest.

It's a small hospital and probably has about ten rooms, but given that these sorts of things (bad things) rarely ever happen in Haven Springs, they're quickly given a private room, and Alex is just conscient enough (before she passes out from the painkillers) to tell the staff she could stay.

Steph doesn't think she would have left either way. Not without knowing Alex was alright, but it's good to have permission to sit by her as she fluttered in and out of drug-induced, heavy sleep.

The doctor had given her the run-down of the other girl's injuries. Five broken ribs, stage two trauma to the head - probable concussion to be assessed once she was more awake - a punctured lung, internal bleeding all around the ribcage, and a bullet wound to the shoulder.

She was an absolute mess of scars. A walking, breathing miracle.

Steph had heard the doctor talking to the police when she stepped out to get some snacks at the vending machines. "She should be dead." He said, with such conviction and surprise, it made her stomach turn.

Steph felt that she could do nothing but sit by Alex's sleeping form, slowly realizing that she was absolutely screwed. Because she already liked this girl way too much - and God, what a roller-coaster of emotion she'd been put on the last month - but how could she not? When Alex just waltzed into everyone's lives like this determined, selfless little light? When she was so obviously a rare soul, made of so much sweetness, and softness, and strength, Steph doubted she'd ever come across someone like her again?

Looking at the circumstances from the other side now, it seemed as inevitable as any of it.

"I can feel you thinking." Alex's voice startles her out of her thoughts. Steph looks up to meet her tired brown eyes, looking so soft and vulnerable without her glasses and surrounded by clean hospital sheets, "You've been broody lately."

Steph giggles, choking on her own emotion, "Guess I'm still mad about Jed." It's not a lie. She is upset. But there was a lot more than that, more about how her insides swelled with emotion when Alex looked at her - but she leaves it the way it is.

"I forgave him." She shrugs. And Steph knows she did, she was there after all, but that didn't mean the drummer was quite as ready herself.

"Well, I didn't." And maybe that makes her childish - resentful - but she can't take the image of him pointing a gun at Alex out of her head. The image of him pulling the trigger, sending her off to what could very well have been death - "at least you made him cry like a baby."

"Jerk." Alex smiles, eyes squinting back at her in humorous indignation before they slowly turn more vulnerable as she adjusts herself on the mattress, patting the empty space beside her body, "Can you- come lie down with me?"

There's nothing, truly, that Steph would have liked more. She would take any chance of being closer to Alex (and of getting off the uncomfortable hospital chair) but she was also still afraid - still scared something might go wrong and they'd lose her. "Are you sure? You're hurt."

"Please?" Alex pleads, blinking back at her with honest-to-God puppy eyes, even if still a little glassed-over from the amount of Vicodin they were pumping into her veins. For the umpteenth time in the past few days, Steph has even more confirmation that she is screwed.

Because, honestly, there's nothing Alex couldn't get her to do with just a slow blink of her brown eyes.

So she gets up and climbs into bed with her. It's incredibly tight for two people, and they are instantly pressed together as Alex scoots over the pillow so they can look at each other, alone in this hospital room that smelled like industrial-grade detergent.

Alex reaches forward and takes her cheeks between her palms, so very close Steph can't help but catalog all the cuts and bruises covering her face.

"You're so pretty." The girl says, finally, and Steph can hear the tiny slur in her voice. She's probably still drunk on a shit ton of medicine, but it does nothing to stop the drummer from blushing profusely, "you're, really, really pretty. Have I told you that?"

"Hm- yeah you sorta- do that when you're on painkillers." Steph comments, and her eyes can't help but fall to Alex's mouth.

She has a tiny cut on her lower lip, and Steph's fingers itch to touch it. To feel her skin again, like that night on the roof, when she felt so warm and tingly, like a live wire of electricity that could swallow Steph whole. For now, she holds her distance.

"But it's true." Alex pouts, "and you're really hot when you're protective too."

Now that- that was different from anything she'd said before. And when she looks up, the girl realizes Alex's eyes have turned to stare at Steph's lips too.

"Yeah?" She asks, a little too cocky given the situation, but oh well, you can't blame her for the swell of pride that takes over her chest.

"Yeah." Alex teases back, "Thank you. For taking care of me. For being mad at Jed for me- even if you can't do anything about it." Her tone turns sincere, and her eyes flutter everywhere but Steph's face, Alex's dead giveaway that she was trying to hold something back.

"Oh please, I'll rip his mustache off." Steph jokes, because it's her default strategy when she doesn't quite know what to do, "You have lost your right to upstanding citizen facial hair, sir!"

"Fuck, Steph, don't make me laugh." Alex says as a few stolen giggles escape her lips, creating ripples across her shattered chest that made her hiss with pain.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Steph apologizes, and on instinct, she leans closer to run her hands over Alex's arm in reassurance, holding the weight of her body above Alex with her elbow.

From this angle, they were even closer, and Steph was staring at her from above, watching Alex smile at her, head on the pillow and a half-lidded, humorous expression on her face.

"Oh, this is nothing. Just a few cuts compared to my fighting days." She jokes, and Steph's heart is filled with so much concern, so much love for this girl she can't help but fluster with anger.

"Shut up. You're gonna hurt yourself if you don't take it seriously." Steph says, "you're like, seriously hurt, Alex, you could have died."

Steph wants to ask, but Alex's free hand reaches forward and pulls her closer, fist tightening around the collar of her button-up shirt, and suddenly they are so close her hand shakes with the itch to touch her, "See? Protective Steph is so hot."

"I know. I'm sorry." Alex has the decency to look reprimanded, smoothing one hand over Steph's shoulder in a simple act that sends calming waves over Steph's flushed skin, "I'm okay. I promise" she's being sincere, Steph knows she is by the way she frowns slightly in concern. However, there's a quiet, teasing smile spreading across her face.

And Steph honestly used to think she was smooth.

She made girls blush by the minute. Awoke the bisexuality in at least a few of her drunk makeouts on the way from California to here. She used to be a real flirt, ready for anything a pretty girl could throw her way. But sitting here, with her torso half hovering over Alex Chen's body, her tongue feels heavy, and her brain can't conjure a single thing to offer in response.

It's at least a relief that she doesn't say anything, because a second later, Alex is smiling at her with her coy, knowing little smirk, and pulling her in for a kiss.

Steph is far too focused on not crushing her further, very deliberately placing her hands on both sides of her head to better hold her weight, but she still feels the strong, dizzying zap of electricity as Alex's lips touch hers, her lungs filling with liquid, warm waves of emotion.

And maybe, Steph thinks, it'd be fine if she never breathed air again.

#chenrich fanfic #send me chenrich prompts #i dare you #chenrich #alex chen #alex chen × steph gingrich #steph gingrich

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 4)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 5.3k

warnings: smut!!, overstimulation, oral f receiving, lots of dirty talk and begging, very very subtle d/s dynamics if you squint, slight angst??, awkwardness, pining

Bucky’s heart was racing as he tried to prepare himself for what was coming. It was never easy to watch that scene of you being fucked by somebody else— even if it wasn’t real, and even if it was technically your character that was getting fucked— but it was going to be an entirely new struggle with you a foot away, laying next to him on your bed.

“We only did two takes of this,” you remembered, talking over the conversation on-screen. The smash cut to you being shoved against a wall, lips fighting for dominance in a searing kiss, made you chuckle. “This we had to do, like, a million takes.”

Bucky’s hand tightened into a fist at the idea of you kissing this guy over and over. “I’m sure he was real broken up about that,” he grumbled sardonically.

“No, I promise he actually was,” you defended, “I was terrible. I kept laughing and ruining it, and it meant we had to keep starting over.”

That relieved some of his jealousy, hopeful that laughing meant you weren’t attracted to your co-star or turned on by filming a love scene. He still felt his heart clench as he watched your shirt get pushed up and two hands (both flesh, like he was showing off or something) grab at your breasts. Sooner than he was prepared for it, you were being thrown down onto the bed and moaning loudly, nails digging into his back as he stared down at you.

“I can’t even imagine how many guys have gotten off to this scene,” you shuddered.

I can’t believe I’m one of them, Bucky thought as he swallowed dryly. “What about the guys on set?” he wondered aloud. “Do they ever, you know, get…” he whistled and pointed his finger up straight, hoping it was enough to get the idea across.

You laughed, playfully shoving him on the shoulder. “They have tape for that, to keep everything down in case they get a little too into it.”

Glancing to the screen, he wondered how this guy didn’t pop the tape right off.

“Have you ever…?” Bucky pressed, heart rate picking up as he pushed the boundaries a little bit.

“Have I ever… been turned on, while filming?” you finished his question. “No,” you scoffed, sounding bemused and taking another swig of your drink.

“Why not?”

“I guess they’re just not my type,” you shrugged.

“Movie stars aren’t your type?” Bucky joked, but your answer was completely serious.

“Nope.”

He nodded slowly as he contemplated that, taking a moment to build up the courage to ask his next question. “What is your type?”

You smirked a little, and he wasn’t sure at all what it meant aside from the fact that he was done for. Whatever you were gonna say was sure to break his heart. “Tall, dark, not famous…”

He could so picture you picking up fans at bars; you must have no trouble at all finding guys to mess around with. Yep, totally heartbreaking.

“Good driver…” you continued, voice a little quieter and a little deeper.

Bucky cleared his throat anxiously. “I guess that rules me out.”

“What? You’re great; haven’t even blown any red lights or made illegal U-turns.”

“I mean, good drivers don’t eavesdrop on their passengers,” he explained, “especially when they’re with tall, dark, not-famous friends of theirs in the back.”

You laughed a little, half-lidded eyes looking him up and down. He felt very exposed under your gaze. “I didn’t mind,” you shrugged.

Oh god, oh fuck, Bucky’s mind raced, we’re talking about it. All this time and we’re finally talking about it. What the fuck do I say? “I still shouldn’t have—” he began.

“I wanted you to,” you interrupted firmly.

“You… wanted me to look?”

“Wanted you to do a lot more than that,” you admitted.

He looked back at you with wide eyes, entirely devoid of thoughts or words or ideas on what to do in the moment. Sure, it was pretty heavy flirting, but it wasn’t necessarily an invitation. You said wanted, past tense, it didn’t mean you wanted him now. Maybe you were just letting him know he missed his chance. If he did the wrong thing and upset you, he’d never forgive himself.

“Seemed like you were pretty satisfied with what he was doing,” he remembered, hearing the waver in his voice and cringing.

“Only cause I was thinking about you,” you grinned. “I do that a lot, actually. I’m just usually alone when I do it…”

He shivered as you shifted onto your side and leaned towards him, reaching across his body to set your beer down on the bedside table next to him; with you so close, he feared his heart would beat out of his chest. With the beer set aside, all you had to do was let your hand pull back to rest on his chest, and lift your leg up to rest on his, and you were straddling his side like it was the most simple, casual thing in the world.

But it wasn’t. It was the most insane thing that had ever happened to him. He looked down at you and blinked a few times, confident the hallucation would end but nope, he could feel the warmth of you radiating through his clothes, threatening to burn him alive.

“I’m usually in this bed, right here,” you continued slowly, and he had trouble keeping track of what you were saying with your finger trailing along his chest through his shirt, “warm under the covers, wearing a lot less than this, knowing you’re just a few rooms away and wishing you would come in here and touch me…”

"I’m here now,” he replied, just louder than a whisper. “Can I touch you?"

“Take off the gloves,” you requested softly. He was quick with the right one, but hesitated before removing the left— the moment of truth. Your breath hitched as the light caught the golden and black metal, and he winced.

“That bad?”

“No, no,” you denied, “it’s… sort of beautiful, actually.”

With you wrapped around his left side, it was natural for his right hand to move up your thigh. His left hand brushing against your face seemed to surprise you, though.

"I'm sorry, is it cold?" he asked gently.

"A little," you giggled, "but I don't mind."

Demonstrating how little you minded, in fact, you slowly kissed the tips of his bionic fingers, getting more and more adventurous until you were suddenly slipping two of them into your mouth and down past your throat.

"Fuck," he shivered, silently thanking whatever gods were out there that technology made him capable of feeling the wet warmth of your mouth on his fingers.

"Just skin everywhere else, right?" you smirked. "It's not a Swiss army knife down there?"

"Nope," he laughed, "flesh an' blood."

The blood aspect was especially salient as his cock filled so fast he thought he might pass out. Your hand slipped down and started to ghost over the front of his jeans, and he fought every instinct to keep from bucking up into your hand. You started to go for his belt but he sat up a bit.

“Wait,” he requested, clutching your shoulders a little; as soon as you looked back at him, he pulled you into a kiss, probably a little too aggressively but he was too pent up to care. After all this waiting, he actually had to hold himself back a bit compared to how he really wanted to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours slowly but with determination— and it was you, in the end, that started to slide your tongue along his lips until he opened them, giving him a chance to taste your mouth like he’d dreamed of for so long. Past the beer was the unmistakable flavor of you, and he was instantly addicted to it. His arms wrapped around you and held you close, one hand tangling in your hair a bit as you started to lean into his palm. Your hands clutched at his shirt, the warmth of your touch managing to permeate through to his skin, and he heard the softest moan from you right against his lips. It was perfection, and he would’ve been happy to stay like that forever if it weren’t for you sitting up to straddle him. He couldn’t decide if it was the sight of you on top of him, or the weight of your body on his, or the feeling of your thighs clenching a bit just above his throbbing cock— it was probably all three, but he suddenly became so needy for you that his head was spinning.

Still absorbed in the kiss, he reached down and gently pulled at the knot holding your robe shut, letting it fall open before pushing it off your shoulders slowly. You smiled against his lips and sat up, taking it off the rest of the way to reveal your entire nudity underneath. You’d think that he would’ve wished to be naked with you, and that certainly would’ve made a few of his ideas a lot easier to act upon, but something about your bare body compared to his covered one— something about your mound grinding on his jeans like that— drove him fucking wild.

“God, baby,” he praised with a purr, running his hands all over whatever he could reach. A movie could never do a body like this justice. It deserved to be appreciated and worshipped in person, which was exactly what he planned to do.

“Your turn,” you giggled as you leaned down, unbuttoning his shirt hastily. He was proud of the way you bit down on your lip as his skin was exposed, though he was also a bit embarrassed to reveal he was wearing his dog tags underneath. “A little more metal under here than I was expecting,” you smirked, trailing an errant finger over the silver chain. “There’s always more to you than meets the eye… what other secrets are you hiding, hm?”

Right now, he wanted you to have all his secrets. He wanted to give you everything. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted first.

“I don’t think that’s that much of a secret,” you smirked as you finished the last button.

He sat up to help you discard the shirt, shivering as your touch trailed over his chest, his abs; then his scars, and the rest of the arm. He used it to pull you down by your neck for another kiss, testing the waters by getting a touch rougher and letting more of his desperation seep through. You responded very well, your moans gliding from your tongue onto his as your hips started to rock on top of his. “Needy little thing, aren’t ya?” he gently mocked, smiling as he started to kiss down your neck and onto your shoulder. “Ridin’ me through my jeans, like a damn teenager dry-humping after prom.”

“Hnng, Bucky,” you choked, slowing down.

He grabbed your hips with both hands. “Hey, I didn’t say to stop.”

With a moan and renewed vigor, you moved faster on top of him, the rough denim clearly a bit too much for your sensitive clit as your thighs began to quiver where they were clamped down around his. The stimulation on his cock, alternatively, was rather dulled through such thick clothing— it was just enough to keep him desperate, but not enough to get him too near coming, which was the way he wanted it at the moment. If anything, it was the sight of you rubbing yourself on him desperately that put his restraint at risk.

“Can you feel how hard I am, baby?” he growled a little. “Can you feel how hard you make me?”

You nodded with a little gasp. "God, Bucky, I want it in me now."

"Not yet, pretty girl,” he soothed with a smirk. “I need to taste you first."

He flipped you onto your back and settled on top of you between your legs; he kissed you one more time, resisting the urge to rub his hips on yours again before heading down south to suck your nipple between his lips. You were so sensitive, moaning loudly each time his tongue circled the bud, and he moaned at the feeling of the skin hardening against his tongue. He made sure to give some attention to the other one before making a show of kissing down your chest and stomach, looking back up at you with a stare that he could only hope carried all the weight that he was feeling.

"I get it," you grinned down at him, "this is how you reclaim your territory. You're gonna do what he did to me, but so much better until I can't even remember his name, right?"

"Sweetheart, you didn't even remember his name thirty seconds after it happened,” he reminded you between kisses, moving lower and lower on the bed.

"So you're not trying to assert dominance over sexual competition?" you pressed with a gleam of challenge in your eyes.

"You need to stop reading those evolutionary biology books," he laughed, but then got a bit more stern. "Think of it this way: I don't see any of those stupid boys as competition. They're nothing. It's you who needs to know that nobody can make you feel as good as I can."

That seemed to shut you up for the moment, and he smirked before getting back to work kissing along your spread thighs and shaking hips. He could already smell your need in the air, intoxicating to the point that he struggled to stay focused on mercilessly teasing you. He wanted to taste you so bad, but he needed to hear you beg him for it. He started with one finger gently exploring your folds, slow and light, until he felt your hips trying to push up into him for more stimulation. Then all he had to do was kiss that spot right on the inside of your thigh that wasn’t quite where you wanted him, and you arched your back with a desperate whine. “Bucky, please,” you whimpered.

He laughed a little, amused by your little sobs and the way your hands clutched at the comforter beneath you. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

“Your mouth,” you gasped.

“Where do you want it?” he asked innocently.

You snarled with irritation but answered anyway. “My pussy.”

“I don’t think I understand,” he encouraged, voice getting deeper on accident as his own arousal became too intense to ignore.

You growled frustratedly but got what he was getting at. “I need your mouth on my pussy, Bucky, please…”

“Well, why didn’t you say so, darlin’? All you had to do was ask,” he grinned as he roughly grabbed your thighs and buried his face in between them, sloppily exploring you with his tongue until your taste coated his mouth and overwhelmed all his senses.

“Fuck!” you yelped, shivering against him. “Oh god, yes, Bucky, oh my god…”

“Is this what you wanted, pretty girl?” he asked, pulling back just as much as he needed to to speak.

“Yes, Bucky, just like that,” you nodded wildly, “feels so good, don’t fucking stop, please—”

He dove in again, finding a pattern that allowed him to suck on your clit and push his tongue inside you simultaneously. That was the combination that seemed to rile you up most, your hands searching for something to hold on to until they suddenly found purchase gripping his hair, guiding him as your hips bucked against his face. That was fine with him— more than that, in fact, cause he thought it was so sexy when you demanded control like that— until you switched from pulling him in to pushing him away. That wouldn’t do at all; with a growl, he grabbed your wrists and forced them down beside you, holding them firm as he licked at you rougher and faster.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you sobbed, back arching so much that he had to fight to keep you in his mouth, “right there, right there— oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He nodded, but it wasn’t permission; it was ‘of course you are.’

Your walls clenched so hard that your entire sex was pulsing in his mouth, your taste getting stronger in the same way your moans got louder. He wanted to hold you there as long as you could, and that turned out to be quite a while; he stopped when your screams of pleasure started to push too far into pain, finally letting you rest… for a moment, that is.

He watched your panting breaths catch as he slowly pushed a finger into your hole; it was still pulsing a little bit from the orgasm, and was unbearably hot and wet.

"Fuck, this pretty little pussy is tryin' to suck me in, you see that? Wants me so bad…"

"M-more, Bucky, please," you whispered. He obeyed and slipped in a second finger, slowly twisting and trying to open you up for him.

"You like that, pretty girl?" he asked with a smile as he watched your back arch, returning to suck on your clit without waiting for an answer. He relished the weight of your thighs on his shoulders, taking mental note of where he had to touch you to make them clench around his head. You kept repeating 'yes' but he didn't think it was intended as an answer to his question because he was pretty sure you hadn't even heard the question. Still, it was answer enough nonetheless.

He could tell it wouldn't take that long to get you there again, with your g-spot all swollen from the last one. He didn't push too hard on it yet, just letting his fingers curl ever so slightly to apply a teasing amount of pressure.

"Don't you wanna fuck me?" you moaned between sobs.

His cock seemed to process that question before his brain did. "Yes," he answered quickly, even though he thought it was rude to talk with his mouth full.

"Then get on with it," you suggested desperately. "Come on up here and fuck me."

"I'm not done with this yet," he insisted.

Your head fell back as you hissed frustratedly through your teeth. "Damn you and your… thoroughness."

"No point in doing anything if you're not gonna do it right," he laughed. "Besides, I couldn't stop now when you're about to come."

You looked back at him for a second like you didn't agree with that assessment, until he curled his fingers again and your walls rippled erratically around him. "Fuck," you shuddered. “Please fuck me, please fuck me, please,” you sobbed, “I need it so bad, I need you inside me— Bucky, pleasepleaseplease—”

He growled against your skin, struggling to resist that but desperate to make you come just one more time before he gave in. His cock really hated that he wasn’t giving you what you wanted, throbbing and weeping another drop of precum just to remind him of his own desperation. But he stayed strong, focusing on his task as he felt your walls tighten around him with another orgasm.

You nearly screamed with this one, your voice breaking as your nails dug into the bed beneath you. You looked fucking perfect with your head thrown back in pleasure like that— and you tasted even better as a gush of your arousal coated his tongue.

He kept circling your bud with his tongue until you started to sob a little and try to push him off of you, “can’t take anymore, please—”

And he took pity on you, for once— or maybe it was moreso pity on himself as he sat up and palmed himself through his jeans. He was so hard it hurt, and you looked like you could tell by the way you looked up at him: a glimmer of mischief in your eyes, still, even with the way they’d glazed over a bit from coming so hard. “Get over here,” you purred as you sat up and pulled him down on top of you, kissing him again as your hands slipped down to clutch at his chest.

Of everything he’d imagined, he had never even thought to consider what it would be like to be undressed by you. Those nimble fingers fiddling with his belt, working open his fly and zipper with such unabashed desperation, like you needed him more than you’d ever needed anything… truly, it was intoxicating.

Then again, it was nothing compared to your hand slipping into his boxers and wrapping around his cock. He was sure he’d never gotten so much out of just one touch before, and he had to fight off the moan bubbling in his throat. Your hands were so soft as they started to gently stroke him; his hips moved of their own accord as they started to thrust into your grasp.

“God, I need you to fuck me,” you groaned, “please, Bucky, need it so bad.”

Entirely speechless as this point, all he could do was nod as he pushed your hands off of him, pushing his jeans off quickly so as to be away from you as briefly as he could manage— and then he was on you again, kissing you everywhere he could reach, moaning when he finally let his cock brush between your legs for a moment. Even just that and he was already coated in your slick: the rewards of demanding to be thorough, clearly.

“Please,” you sobbed, “put it in me, can’t wait any more, I’ve waited so long…”

It almost made him stop to think, because it was ambiguous if you just meant tonight or more. But you were begging him for his cock so he wasn’t really in any position to think.

So many times he had wondered if your real moans sounded anything like your fake ones from the movie. He fantasized for months about a chance to make the comparison. But with you in front of him, under him, biting down on your lip as he pushed into your perfect warmth, he couldn’t even remember that you’d ever been in a movie. He couldn’t think about anything else but this moment, right now, and he didn’t want to.

“God, Bucky,” you sighed, as if the two were being regarded at the same level in your mind— and he wasn't even halfway in yet.

Equal parts of him wanted to ease you into it and to tear you in half. You'd always ignited this paradox in him, this instinct to protect and to destroy, this desire to cherish you and dominate you, but it was most apparent now. It made him worry that he could never really give you what you deserved, but naturally, he was at his most selfish in this moment. He had only just begun to push himself into you and he was ready to justify anything to get the rest of the way and bury himself to the hilt.

Your body opened up to him slightly, enough that he felt mostly right about going a little deeper; you gasped and clutched at his forearm, and that was only just barely enough to stop him as a sick pressure of arousal made his gut twist. Oddly enough, your nails biting into his skin did more to egg him on than it did to slow him down.

He kept his eyes trained on where your bodies were joined, watching in awe at the way you looked stretched out around him; he could feel your struggle to take him in the way your walls quivered and quaked, but he could hear how much you enjoyed it as you moaned and gasped beneath him.

"I want it all, Bucky, please," you begged. Just because he needed to, he was rough with the last inch— not enough for it to be really brutal, but plenty to elicit a precious little sob from you.

It felt so good to be all the way in you that it nearly made him dizzy.

"Baby," you whispered, and it sounded just like the way you'd said it in the back of the car, just like the way he'd committed to memory and stowed away in his mind to visit whenever he needed to feed his addiction.

How could his chest not burn with jealousy when he remembered that night? How could he cope with that jealousy with anything but pinning you down and fucking you hard and fast like it was the end of the goddamn world?

You all but screamed as he did it, your whole body shaking as he pounded into you. He feared it would be more than you could handle but you went from wet to dripping in an instant, your moans loud and hoarse but undeniably a sound of pleasure. It turned him on even more to know that you liked getting fucked this hard; maybe he didn't need to worry so much about holding back, if this was gonna make you bite your lip and look up at him like that.

"Bucky, oh my god," you sighed, a hint of disbelief in your tone, "it's so good, fuck, you feel so good…"

He wanted to hear more, but he couldn't resist capturing your lips in a kiss first, sloppy and aggressive and needy but overall perfect. It was almost like he could taste your moans as they vibrated over his tongue, until he could barely tell his apart from yours anymore. Pulling back, his dog tags were dangling over your face, and you looked so damn good with his name tickling your skin.

When he lifted your legs and pushed them back up into your chest, you snarled and clutched at the sheets beneath you. "Too deep?" he asked, not sure himself if it was concern or taunting or somewhere in the middle.

"So fucking deep," you answered, "but not too deep."

"Then maybe I'm not deep enough," he smirked, and you laughed.

"You're trying to ruin me, is that it?" you pressed.

He was afraid to be entirely honest, but your tone wasn't one of fear. "Something like that," he admitted after a moment.

"It's working," you sighed as you pulled him down by the chain of his tags, kissing him again as your arms slipped around his neck and held him close.

His hands squeezed your thighs, before taking a detour to run up and down your legs. It made you shiver, and he felt it from inside you which was overwhelmingly erotic. The time he’d spent making you come so many times was paying off: for one, you were so wet it made him feel a little-lightheaded, but also it meant that he felt familiar with your body now. He knew what it meant when your walls tightened just so, when you bit your lip that way, when your moans sounded all breathy and strained. That being, of course, that you were about to come— and he couldn’t wait for you to come just from being fucked, make a mess all over his cock.

And yet, there was still so much more to discover: like how it felt when your legs wrapped around his hips to keep him inside, or when your fingers dug into his shoulders as you looked up at him.

“Gonna come,” you warned him with half-lidded eyes and your mouth fallen slack, “oh my god, Bucky, you’re gonna make me come.”

He growled and tightened his grip on your thigh— something to stabilize him as he fought so hard to stave off his own orgasm. You felt so good and he could probably come just from the sight of you like this anyways, let alone being inside you right now. Think about baseball think about baseball think about baseball—

“Yes!” you screamed. “Right there, oh fuck, Buckyyyyy!”

“Fuck,” he hissed, completely unable to think about anything but you, lost in the way you cried out his name as your walls fluttered and pulsed around him so perfectly.

Maybe he was disturbed for thinking you looked pretty with your eyes filling with tears. He was definitely disturbed for taking some pride in making you cry. Of course, only because he was making you cry from this. If he had it his way, Bucky would make you cry in only this way, every day, forever— and make sure nobody made you cry in any other way, while he was at it. You hiccuped your sob as he continued to pound into you, refusing to let up even as he leaned down to kiss away your tears. “S-so good,” you mumbled weakly, “Bucky… please…”

"Fuck, gonna come— I'm gonna come," he stammered his warning.

"Inside me, please," you whimpered, "I want it inside me."

"Jesus Christ," he hissed, shaking his head in some form of exhausted shock. You grinned, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer to you until your lips brushed against his ear.

"Bucky, I want you to come inside me," you repeated in a slow whisper. "I want every drop of your come in my pussy, I wanna be so full of you, I wanna feel it leaking out all night, I want you to make me yours."

How was he supposed to hold back anymore, with you talking like that? With you weaving your fingers into his hair and tightening your legs around his hips, with you kissing him deeply and suddenly? A weak moan was lost to your lips as he filled you, warmth washing over every part of him until he thought he might just melt. You smiled against him, and he summoned just enough strength to not collapse on top of you and surely crush you with his weight. Instead, he gave you one last kiss before burying his face in your neck, laughing exhaustedly.

"Mine, huh?” he remembered. “You really mean it?"

You hummed quietly, holding him tightly. "I probably shouldn't answer that question just after you made me come a dozen times."

"No no, you should,” he pressed as he pushed up to hover over you.

You smiled and looked back up at him. "I'm yours, Bucky."

He growled, leaning down to give your neck light teasing kisses. "Fuck, keep talkin' like that and I'll double that dozen."

"My body couldn't take it," you asserted.

"I'd make you take it," he promised.

You bit down on your lip, and he couldn't help but chuckle a little. You weren't as good at feigning innocence as you seemed to think.

"Oh, you like that," he posited. "Maybe someday I'll tie you down and make you come until all you know how to do is say my name, hm?"

"Bet it wouldn't even take you that long," you admitted. "I already feel pretty braindead."

Testing that theory, he reached down and drew light circles over your swollen clit with his thumb, even just that subtle touch making your legs and inner walls quiver as your back arched.

"Bucky," you whimpered as you tried to push his hand away, "s'too much, please…"

"Nuh uh, pretty girl, I wanna see you fall apart again. You know how many times I dreamed of making you come?"

You shook your head.

"Me either, but I wanna keep doing it until I feel like I've reached a number that at least comes close. I've finally got you in my arms and I won't let you go until I've made up for all the time I wasted."

Notably, his cock which had begun to soften inside you was now getting hard again, from some combination of watching you and feeling you in this moment.

“How do you feel about a second round?” he suggested with a smirk, even as his muscles ached already. Your eyes went wide but your walls clenched, too. That was answer enough for him. “I might break you,” he warned.

“Promise?” you smirked.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you

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Aftershow - Leon Kennedy x f!reader

with the help of some tricks and your best friend distracting the security guard, you manage to sneak into the after show of the world premiere of “Resident Evil - Infinite Darkness”. It tells the story of federal Agent Leon S. Kennedy, who, after retiring from his career as a federal agent, decided to tackle acting. Ever since you first saw him in “Resident Evil 2”, you were in love with him and couldn’t wait to meet him. So...what would happen at this afterparty?

hey lads i’m back! i hope you enjoy this piece i have been writing the past few days! hope you are doing well xoxo

Warnings: alcohol, smut, Leon being an ass to others sometimes

Your dress clung to your body, making you feel like some overstuffed sausage. It was physically and mentally out of your comfort zone, but your best friend insisted you looked like a million bucks in it, so you begrudgingly purchased it a week before. “But you look fantastic,” your best friend reassured you when you stood before your mirror earlier that night, awkwardly, tugging at the fabric by your hipsMaybe she was right, but currently she was busy with the security guard to give you the chance to meet your idol and celebrity crush, Leon S. Kennedy. You had heard he’d attend the premiere, and posts on social media confirmed the rumours.Not that you’d ever admit to subscribing to notifications from him, though.

The place was filled with Hollywood executives, actors, and actresses from all over the planet, yet you hadn’t spotted your favourite so far. Maybe he was outside smoking? Busy spending time with fans and writing autographs? Who knew… So you made your way past some gossiping actress towards the bar. A simple Sex on the Beach would calm your nerves. You began to zone out as you sipped on the cocktail- that is, until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“And I thought I had met everyone tonight.”

That voice. That fucking voice. You’d recognize it out of a million, and there he was.

On the barstool next to you sat Leon S. Kennedy, and he was touching you at this very moment.

Before you would answer, you chuckled and took a sip from the cocktail, buying your nerves some more time before you’d answer. “Guess not.”, you said and placed the glass on the bar in front of you. “I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you.”

“I’m Leon, but I’m sure you already knew that, nice to meet you too. (Y/N), what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Say, how is it possible that I haven’t spotted you before?”

Uh oh. Quick, think of something.

“Sorry, bad traffic,” you replied, directly quoting a line from his costar in Resident Evil 4. “But I’m here now, and just in time to celebrate you and your new show!”, you smiled and raised your glass, Leon clicking it together with his own beer glass. “Cheers.” You two took big sips from your beverages, Leon’s hand now gravitating towards your knee.

“Say, would you like to join me on the terrace? It’s getting so hot in here.”, Leon said and pointed towards an open door on the other side of the room. The mere thought of being able to spend more time with him made you agree with his idea, and a minute later you two were sitting on the terrace in a porch swing. Leon had bought you another drink. He was such a gentleman, just like you’d always imagined him.. From time to time, people came to congratulate Leon on the success of his new show, wanting to invite him for a drink or more rounds. Yet every time he declined it, saying he already had enough for the evening.

“You weren’t invited, were you?”, Leon asked after some conversation between you two. You had told him a bit about your life, your work, your pets. In return, Leon shared stories of the making of Infinite Darkness, funny bloopers and behind-the-scenes stories you otherwise would never hear. The party had died out by now, it being late and the night becoming colder. Telling him a lie wasn’t an option, so you sighed and nodded. “Thought so. You carry yourself differently.”, Leon said while he lit himself a cigarette, blowing the smoke into the night sky.

“What do you mean?”, confusion was written across your face. Carrying yourself differently?

“Hollywood wankers carry themselves with a confidence that could kill a mortal like us. They think they are invincible, but oh boy they are wrong. You don’t carry that energy about you. You don’t look the type.. How did you get in?”

“My best friend is buddies with the security guard and he owed her a favour.”

“You little minx.”, Leon laughed, taking another drag as his eyes rested on you, taking in your body in this dress you hated, yet in his eyes you were the most beautiful woman in the sea of botox and silicone tits. “If you promise not to spill the whole night on social media, I can show you a whole new world.”, and by the look in his eyes, you both knew the feeling was mutual

The penthouse Leon was renting for his stay in your city was more than just breathtaking. Standing by the front window, you could see the whole city, way beyond the city limits. In the bathroom was, next to a big bathtub, a jacuzzi, and an iced down champagne bucket right next to it. “In Hollywood, money has no meaning. You ever seen Wolf of Wall Street? They weren’t fuckin’ lying when they called money ‘fun coupons’”, he laughed when you first entered the penthouse and your eyes had nearly rolled out. The bedroom alone was bigger than your whole flat, the champagne in that goddamn bucket probably worth more than your rent

“If your eyes get any bigger they’ll fall out of your head!”, Leon laughed as he sat down on the huge sofa, the fireplace warming up the room to a comfortable degree. Yet the dress felt too tight, just ready to be taken off...or was that the alcohol speaking? Leon for the cigar box lying atop the coffee table. He offered you one, but you declined - you didn’t smoke, but the mere view of Leon with a big cigar between his lips, legs spread and dress shirt slightly unbuttoned...it went straight to your core, a view millions of women would kill for, presented in front of you. “Like what you see, little minx?”

“Would it be bad if I didn’t.”, you replied, trying to hide your nerves by being cocky. But Leon wasn’t having any of this. He could see through your mask, trying and failing to hide how badly you wanted to straddle his lap and kiss him senseless, seeing stars and whole new universes. Comes with being an ex cop and agent. No secrets could make it past his eyes.

“Come here”, were Leon’s simple words, yet they had an effect on you and your body, something you'd normally be ashamed to admit. You made your way over to Leon on the sofa and instead of sitting next to him, he patted on his lap. “I want you to be comfortable, and I bet you are the most comfortable on my lap. C’mon, it’s the best seat in the house.”, he smirked and...you couldn’t deny it. His thighs were comfortably big, years of hard training paying off in the form of muscle and rough skin under his suit pants.

You weren’t sure why your head felt like it was spinning - was it the alcohol or the intoxicating smell from Leon? A mixture of his unique scent: whiskey and his cologne, all in a cloud around your nose. You wished you would be able to smell him for the rest of your life. All you knew was that your body screamed for Leon, and his body screamed right back. “Here.”, Leon offered you the glass of scotch he had just poured for himself. “There are three types of liquor. Terrible, not so terrible, or do you want to impress people with your money?”, and with those words, he pressed his lips against yours.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“And yet, here we are.”

Leon had picked you up after another glass or three of scotch, the way to his bedroom clear. You weren’t sure if it was the warmth from the scotch swelling in your chest or the way his muscular arms wrapped around you, but something in you was one wrong- or right- move away from melting away completely. Your legs were wrapped around his hips as well as possible. The slit on your dress helped you, but suddenly Leon stopped in his tracks. “Are you okay?”, you asked, placing a hand on his cheek, but he looked over the bedroom you two just entered… Suddenly he placed you back down on the floor, kicking the door shut and pushing you against it.

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed.”, he smirked , his soft hands moving down your sides, leaving goosebumps wherever they touched you. Your dress felt too tight, the room too hot - you needed to get out of it quickly! Leon watched your blush grow, this asshole smirk still on his lips. “I love how real you are.”, he muttered as he leaned in, brushing his lips over your pulse point, just enough to draw a soft gasp from your lips.

“What do you mean?”, you asked, puzzled. Leon just chuckled, “Haven’t you noticed? It’s all Photoshopped. All the women at the premiere had the same fucking ass. Same crooked lips from the same quack doctor. The same busted Botox faces, everywhere you go. Yet they think they’re hot shit.”, he whispered, hot air against your even hotter skin. “But you...look at you.”

And you did. You looked down on yourself and saw nothing but imperfections. You looked back to Leon with a frown but he just laughed, “Hollywood is suffocating as fuck, but you’re like a breath of fresh air.. Look at you! You even have stretch marks! I haven’t seen real stretch marks since I put my first step into a studio!”, Leon took a deep breath, his voice shaking as he said his next sentence, “And I want you so fucking badly.”

Only minutes later, Leon had marked you up, hickeys and little bites of pleasure and need covering your upper body, whatever part he could reach. The dress was long gone and you laid on the bed, watching Leon unbuttoning his dress shirt. Underneath the white fabric was a body riddled with scars and old, badly healed wounds. Each and every single one could tell a story you were ready to hear, but right now, all you wanted was Leon and only Leon. And he needed you too.

“Aren’t you fucking gorgeous?”, Leon asked as his hands reached behind you, undoing your bra with a simple movement. This man had disarmed bombs before, of course a bra wouldn’t cause him much trouble. “Look at you…”, he repeated once more once your bra was thrown across the room, landing on some random piece of furniture. You blushed under his hungry eyes, him taking in what would be his in mere minutes. “Spread your legs. I wanna taste you.”

You had an iron grip on Leon’s hair, bucking your hips to meet his touch. More, more, more! You needed more! While Leon’s tongue teased your entrance, he used his hand to hold you down, keeping you in place like the good girl that you had been. Well, had been until his tongue first licked up your folds, taking in the sweetness of your juices. Leon had consumed many different liquors in his life, but only your sweet juices could rival ambrosia, sending his drunken mind into another plane of existence.

“Leon!”, you moaned out the moment his calloused finger brushed over your clit. It had been begging for attention, but Leon - that dick - kept on lapping up your juices, sucking and nibbling carefully on your folds. The movements of his fingers were in a steady rhythm with the ones of his tongue, making your head spin once more. He knew how to play you like a fiddle, making you putty in his hands.

But before you could cum, Leon pulled away, his face covered in your sweet fluids and he licked over his lips with an obscene sound and a dirty smirk on his lips. “I can’t wait to fuck you ‘til you scream my name.”

The condom was put on quickly. Magnum, of course. What else would a guy like him need? The first stroke inside of you made you see stars for the third time in less than an hour, what an impact this man had on you. Leon was still inside of you, not moving until you were adjusted to his size, especially his girth. “You okay?”, he asked, to which you gave him a soft nod. “Yeah, I’ll be alright. It’s just… fuck, you’re big..”

Leon’s ego beamed at your words, and once you gave him the okay to continue, it was very hard for him to hold back in any way. You were too tight, too sweet, making him nearly burst on the spot. Instead, his mind wandered...but you were always part of those thoughts.

The wet noises of sex, lust, and unadulterated passion filled the room, along with soft panting and groans coming from you two, a noise as old as humankind. Your arms were tightly wrapped around Leon’s body, leaving behind tiny marks when you needed to hold onto him, your nails digging into his skin. Leon hissed at the stings but fuck, knowing you were marking him up too made him even harder, harder than he had ever been.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”, Leon moaned against your neck and buried his head there for a moment. All you could do was nod in agreement, not trusting your voice anymore. Leon reached down at this, pressing his palm between you two, against your clit. You needed this feeling, you were begging for your release.

“Come on, cum for me.”, Leon growled when he felt the first contractions around his cock. The needy undertone of his voice was the last thing you needed to push yourself over the edge. “Leon!”, you moaned and came around him, stilling in your movements. Leon rocked his hips a few more times before his own release overcame him, spilling into the condom as you milked him inside of you. It felt too good to be true, but Leon was real.

Once your high started to fade and the contractions lessened, Leon leaned in for a quick kiss, stealing it from your open lips as you tried to catch your breath again. You smiled up to him, loosening your grip around him. “That was great.”, you smiled and Leon dropped next to you after pulling out.

In the early morning hours, you woke up to an empty bed. Leon’s side was cold and you sat up, looking around in confusion. Where was he? He wouldn’t leave you alone, would he? Finally, you spotted him on the balcony and you quickly threw on one of the jackets laying around along with your panties.

“Good morning.”, you smiled at Leon, who was taking a drag from his cigarette. He greeted you while blowing the hot smoke out, then held up his arm, offering you a place next to him. You happily agreed, leaning against his warm body in the fresh morning hours.

“I’d love to see you again.”, Leon said after he exhaled another drag, looking down at you. This took you by surprise - why would he? You weren’t special at all, just a mere fan who managed to get into his penthouse suite with a lot of luck and cleavage. He grabbed his phone from the table next to him, offering you the open contact list, “I’d love to take you out on a few dates and such. Spend time with you. What do you think? Wanna give me your number?”

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lmaoplsdontlookatme · 3 years

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my absolute very last installment of dads friend bo thank u ✌🏻

🚫 minors

🚫 sfw

You lied to you father about the date you had to fly back home for school and you’re reminded of when you were a teenager, telling him you were going to a friend’s house when you were drinking at parties and smoking at bonfires with your friends.

This time was a little different though - your father dropped you off at the airport and you kissed him goodbye, promising to call as soon as you got back to your apartment. You remind him to water his plants and to get himself a cat rather than bothering with rat traps in his garage and he pulls off in his truck. You wipe sweat on your demin jeans from your palms and walk across the busy airport terminal to the opposite entrance, far enough that you’re almost out of breath when you get there.

There’s Bo, waiting beside his truck with his legs crossed at the ankle, leaning back along the tailgate as he smoked. Some people looked at him while most ignored him - his eyes were watching the people pass him, not curious, not happy, without note. It’s not until you push passed the glass and through the door that Bo sees you - his posture straightens as he flicks his cigarette away, lips curling into a warm grin. You approach him almost shyly, but he takes your bags and dips to kiss you before opening the door of his truck - you slide in easy and after tossing your luggage into the back, Bo is there. He leans over to kiss you again, hungry and hard and his eyes dart between your lips and your eyes and you bite at his bottom lip with a soft moan - surprisingly, Bo pulls away with a soft laugh and a shake of his head, shifting the truck into gear before holding his hand out for you while he maneuvered out of the busy parking lot. “Ain’t tryin’ to go down for public indecency, of all things, considerin’.” You squeeze your thighs at Bo’s words and buckle up, tapping your fingers at your knees while Bo shifts gears and threads into traffic. The drive isn’t long, Bo flicking on his blinker and pulling into a nicer hotel than you would have thought.

Bo leans over and presses a soft kiss to your bare shoulder before kicking open his door and leaving you behind - you see him press the service bell at the counter and quickly there’s an elderly woman to help check him in. You take a moment to clear your mind and fidget for a moment, before attempting to clean yourself up - you’d worn short denim that was cut off just on the verge of too short, frayed edges tickling your thighs. You’d forgone a bra due to the heat, a thin black Alice in Chains shirt barely covering your belly button. Most people dressed like this in the South, you realized, due to the heat. Still, the air conditioning in Bo’s truck is shitty and you find yourself sweating and fanning yourself - you tie your shirt up just under your tits to expose your midriff and unlace the tops of your boots, letting as much skin as possible free to the warm air.

Bo comes back with a piece of paper that he folds and slides under the seat, eyes hungry on your exposed flesh. You shiver despite the heat and straighten yourself in your seat - he doesn’t drive far, just off to the side of the hotel and when he stops, you sit for a moment to collect yourself again. He’s at your door and when he opens it, you grin at him with a blush and he slaps your ass harshly as you step out. He collects your bags and slings them over his shoulder, grabbing your hand and leading you up two flights of stairs. His hand leaves yours to press the keycard into the door and you follow him into the room, dark and quiet and about a zillion degrees cooler than outside. You close the door behind you and flick on the light, hands behind your back as you patiently stare up at Bo.

He sets your things on one of the beds before turning with a stretch, lips curled into an easy smile while he beckons behind him. “Wanna have a shower?” You nod and dip down to hurriedly unlace your boots and kick them off, pulling your shirt over your head as you stand. Bo’s eyes are on your body and you can feel a blush creeping down the back of your neck. But you open your shorts and shimmy out of them and then Bo makes a noise and he’s there standing over you, eyes dark and cock hard behind his jeans with his fingers barely hovering over your skin. You lean into his touch with a soft hum, standing up on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

Bo is all smiles and so, so touchy - you imagine that he’s got four or five hands with how they’re everywhere on your body, cupping your tits as he dips and brings a nipple to his mouth, and then on your ass, kneading the lace of your panties against your skin, then at the front of your underwear, and then at your mouth. You’re panting and moaning against him and when he lifts you up to set you against the tv stand, you spread your legs and he’s there, his cap knocked off the back of his head as he set himself between your legs with your panties pushed to the side, face insistent at your thighs and you let out a little relieved moan as he mouths and licks at your clit, sucking against your lips, tongue dipping down to your asshole. You’ve got a hand behind you to steady yourself against the dresser with the other in Bo’s pretty hair, tugging and pulling him closer as he ate you out. He’s fucking enthusiastic about it too, moaning into your cunt before lifting a hand to slide two fingers into you and you’re almost already delirious at this point, head tipped back in a series of short moans as you fuck yourself against Bo’s face, his fingers and tongue inside of you and when he grinds his nose into your clit you cum loud and quick, toes curling in the air as Bo sucked and licked everything from you.

He doesn’t let you up for a good long minute, continuing to bury his face into your pussy and your second orgasm comes so quickly after your first that you cry out this time, pulling your hand into your mouth to bite at the soft flesh of your palm as you come against Bo’s face again. You’re whining and panting and wiggling against him and he takes pity, standing up and hooking his hands under your arms to lift you from the dresser like a child. You notice Bo’s pants are flicked open, his cock hard and drawn out of his underwear and you moan when you realize he was working at himself as he ate your cunt. You’re standing and when you look up at Bo with pleading eyes as you try to sink to your knees, he only shakes his head with a grin and points towards the bathroom.

You lead the way on slightly shaking legs - Bo closes the door behind the two of you and quickly undresses, your eyes wide and dark on his form. It’s the first time you’d seen him naked and in the light - as he adjusts the temperature of the water, you lean against the sink counter and watch him in awe. He’s pretty beefy, a bit of fat and muscle in all the right places. He’s got a scar coming out from under his hair on the back of his head, barely noticeable now and practically invisible when he’s dressed. He’s got these thick scars around his wrists too, and he doesn’t try to hide them, but he doesn’t seem like he’s showing them off either. His body is littered with little scars everywhere, and he’s harrier than you thought, a thick pad of hair over his chest and down his belly. His cock is thicker than you remember - it looked heavy where it dipped down between his legs, thickness bobbing as he moved. You swallow and step forward, hands at his back while you pressed small, wet kisses against his skin. He hums appreciatively and lets you continue, only for a moment, before he’s satisfied with the water. Bo pulls back and holds the shower curtain open for you - the water is deliciously warm but not too hot and you groan as soon as the spray hits you - Bo is there right behind you, his hands tight on your upper arms - you can feel how he’d positioned himself and you stand on your toes and bend only slightly - he grunts in pleasure as he slides his thick cock over your ass, rutting between your cheeks, using the warm water as lube. He keeps up like this only for a moment and you take the hint and bend down further, his hands still at your arms to hold you up and when he shifts himself lower, you shake your ass on his cock and bury him deep inside of your cunt, clenching warmly around him. Bo watches himself sink into you with a groan - he pulls on your arms and it’s painful for a moment as he steadies himself and sets the pace.

He’s got one of your arms pulled roughly behind your back and you’re bent at an awkward angle, water running over the back of your head as you moan and fuck yourself on Bo’s thick cock - he helps, using your arm behind your back as leverage while he fucks you hard and deep, his free hand finding enough purchase on your hips that he draws you back with each thrust. Bo is loud behind you but your bodies together are louder, slapping against the water and you’re moaning, clenching around Bo, bucking back against him and helping to slam his cock deep into you, thick head at your cervix and when you reach your free hand between your legs to rub at your clit, Bo moans louder as you cum harshly on his cock, bouncing back against him.

“Fuck, look at that. Cummin all over my cock like you were made for it.” His voice is harsh behind you and you clench around him at the words, nodding against the water while you push back against him.

“Love your cock, love when you make me cum. God, Bo, use me.” Your words make you blush but then Bo groans behind you and he picks up his pace, slamming his own orgasm deep into your pussy - you don’t mind, you’d been on birth control for years. Still, you take note in the back of your head to make an appointment at the clinic when you get back home - Bo was the only stranger you’d ever fucked unsafely like this. His pace slows and when his cock slips out of you, you groan at the loss before standing, leaning back against him.

“Shame you gotta go back home. Make you my house wife, put a baby in that belly and claim you like my own.” His words are low in your ear and you moan back against him - that wasn’t anything you’d wanted but in the heat of the moment, it sounded like the safest place on earth.

The two of you finish your shower in a companionable silence, Bo washing your back and you washing his and when you shut off the shower, Bo quickly dries his hair before opening the blinds of the window. Outside was industrial and humid and fucking loud, the airport terminal close enough to bring the flood of noise into the hotel room. You lay against the empty bed, flicking through the tv as Bo pulls some pants on. He said beer and cigarettes and food and kissed you before he left - you take a short nap, stretching out on the bed and feeling the clean sheets against your skin.

When you wake up, it’s to Bo kicking open the door. His hands are full of bags and when you blink confused up at him, he makes a face and says he’s sorry, didn’t know you were sleepin. He dumps the bags on the free bed before reaching at the hem of his shirt, pulling it off and again knocking his hat to the ground in the process. You stretch and use the toilet before inspecting Bo’s goodies - two packs of Marlboro red shorts, an 18 pack of coors, an assortment of little shooters in fruity flavors that you can practically taste through the cheap bottles. You grin at Bo and he grins back to you - there’s another smaller bag in which you see beef jerky ABD beef sticks and laugh out loud at Bo.

“You live like a frat boy. How did you make it to be as old as you are now?” Your words are playful and Bo squints at you for a moment with a smile on his lips.

“Ain’t like this is how I always live. I eat real food and only drink ‘bout four or five days a week, instead of seven.” He’s matter of fact and you laugh again while you open a beer for him and one for yourself, cracking the window while you packed the cigarettes.

“Hey, really. You live with people, huh? But you’re not like.. fuckin around on somebody with me?” You furrow your brow as you look towards Bo slightly nervously - he leans back against the bed with his beer between his legs, tilting his head.

“You’re really still thinkin about that, huh?” He grins and you shrug with a little chuckle. “Yeah, I live with people. My brothers. Got a twin named Vincent and a little brother named Lester. We got a dog too, she’s a real sweet girl.” He sips his beer while you smoke and you two ask each other questions that don’t mean anything and day stretches into night and you and Bo don’t fuck again, instead drinking yourselves silly and laughing at the TV.

Your alarm goes off at 9 and checkout is 11, your flight leaving around 3. Bo, the gentleman, lets you snooze in while he uses the bathroom and begins to clean and repack your bags. You wake soon later and use the bathroom yourself, before going out to find clothes.

But then Bo is there, the morning light coming through and all he’s got on is these thin pair of boxer briefs and you can see the thick outline of his cock and how soft his hair curled in the light and you decide you’d rather spend your last hour with him instead of showering.

He takes you slower this time but just as deep - you’ve got two pillows shoved under your lower back, Bo between your legs while he uses the leverage of your weight on his knees to fuck you. You’ve got your legs wrapped around him, pulling him in deeper with each thrust and he stares down at you unabashedly, taking you in. “Gonna be the best fuck you ever had. You’re gonna go on home and you can fuck a million of those college boys, they won’t fuck you like I do.” His voice is quiet and dripping with venom and you clench desperately around him, hands shooting to his face to pull him into a harsh kiss. You’re both sloppy but it doesn’t matter - Bo’s words will be locked in memory for life and there’s no way you imagine anything sweeter. “Remember this cock forever, deep in your tight little cunt.” You nod against his mouth and tuck your hand between the two of you and you clench wildly against Bo, leaving a bite right at the start of his collar and below his adams apple as you cum around him, fingers rough against your clit. He ruts against you faster and you cry out, arching your back into him and there’s a puddle on the bed under you and Bo is sweating despite the air being turned too low. Your toes curl as your orgasm hits, Bo’s cock slamming deep enough into your cervix that it was enough to hurt and then he’s flooding into you, thighs clenched as he fucks himself deep and hard into you. “My cock is gonna be the only one you’re gonna be able to cum on now.” You nod again and pull Bo down for a deep kiss - he keeps himself buried fully inside of you until you tap his arm at the time. Bo grunts, leaving one last hicky, just for you, above your right nipple. You clench as he pulls out and feel him leaking against you - Bo shakes his head and makes a comment about wasted baby batter and you laugh and he laughs too. Getting dressed takes too long, you both keep stopping to kiss and grope each other.

When Bo pulls back up to the airport, he opens his truck door for you and unloads your luggage against the curb - you light a cigarette and give him the rest, parting ways with a deeply inappropriate kiss for public, hands at your ass as he claims you in front of all of these people. You pull back with a little kiss against the underside of his jaw, then turn away with your luggage. He doesn’t say anything, just watches as you leave. Bo finishes his cigarette and flicks it away before letting himself back into the truck, hatching a plan to get you back in town as soon as possible.

#bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #house of wax #afab reader #dads friend bo

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

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Can we see Jameson and allyn sharing a soft moment please? 🥺👉👈 - theo-

Happy blog anniversary, @boxboysandotherwhump - I give you softness and angst with a hint of spice, my specialty

CW: Survivors of noncon/dubcon navigating early steps of consensual spice, panic attack, memory of sadistic whumper, referenced death

Timeline- Several months after their arrival at Jake's safehouse

The first time it happens, they're in the literal closet.

Jameson doesn't miss the irony, exactly, but he can't really think about it, with his back pressed against the spaces where he's carved in their names - his own must be somewhere near his lower spine, maybe - and Allyn leaning in, close enough that their breath is warm against his face.

Part of him files the moment away for later, first kiss in an actual fucking closet like seven seconds in heaven, a game he remembers in a foggy way but could never define if anyone asked him.

Besides, it's not actually his first kiss, just the first one that hasn't felt like forcing his head underwater until his lungs burn.

How they went from curling up together in the dark, in the way they have now or working through nightmares here where the cold white light cannot find them, to Allyn pressing themself, soft and only slightly pinked, to Jameson's chapped lips, is beyond him.

He hopes the roughness doesn't bother them. They don't seem to mind, hands on either side of his head against the wall to brace themself, their hair falling forward to make everything smell like them, all the air he breathes is theirs.

"You broke a rule," Jameson whispers when they pull back, and his voice is more hoarse than usual, roughened with the emotions he never lets out. "Big guy's gonna blow a gasket."

Allyn breathes hard, sitting back on their knees, weight resting on Jameson's thighs. He can barely see their gray eyes sparkle in the dark. "Only if somebody tells him," They whisper back, sunshower rain barely misting, tasting like green leaves and ozone. "Are you gonna tell him?"

Jameson doesn't answer. He just carefully puts his hands on their waist, just above their hips, fingers closing in the loose sweater they sleep in, and pulls them back to him.

This time, their hands move to hold his face, and their thumbs rub light as a feather over the short hair growing back in over his bald spots, running wrong-way to feel it, making him shiver.

He makes a sound.

They make one, too.

It feels natural and he's not afraid, and yet... His heart jumps with each unwelcome image, a burst of dread, not quite fear.

He tries to remember what the therapist said, that it might be normal, not bad, to have a flicker of thought that he wishes Allyn would scratch their fingernails, manicured and painted, down his back, that they would close their teeth on his lip, suck a bruise into his neck and make it something he can't possibly hide.

It might have been there all along.

Their hands shift, fingers just slightly grazing the angles of his shoulders, dropping to his sides, sliding down to find the hem of his T-shirt and slide up underneath it, cool palms against the scars layered over his stomach, heated and shifting under their touch and he can feel the blade of the knife-

"Wait." He breaks the kiss, but there's nowhere to go. His heart moves from beating a rhythm against his breastbone to his throat and then to his knees, a lurch that nearly makes him sick with sudden panic. "W-wait, Allyn, wait-"

Their hands freeze, then move away, his shirt dropping back into place. Still he can't breathe, he can still feel it, not Nanda or Brute or the ones whose names he never knew but Robert.

He feels like one of the ones dragged into the basement who never came back out, the smell in the house, the bones they probably found if they looked after he called from the only payphone he's ever found to report it, he feels-

"Wait."

"I'm waiting." It's not impatient. It's soft, and they move back, giving him more space. The air cools when it doesn't come secondhand from their lungs and he gulps it down, hands shaking as he slowly raises them to cover his face. "Jameson? Are you-... Did I-"

"N-no, you're fine, it's f-fine, I'm... I'm fine, I'm okay. It's okay." He's not and it isn't. He's bones waiting to rot and being a fucking masochist is the only reason Robert left him alive. He should be in the basement, too.

Where he left Robert, lying right on top of all his fucking trophies, the IDs scattered everywhere like seeds that might grow back into the lives Robert stole, before Jameson stole his.

Scars on his stomach, layers of them, the newest ones from Robert's knife as he fought not to die, time's up, turn the tables, let Robert scrabble and claw while the pet stares down, unblinking, uncaring-

Jameson hears a whimpering sound and realizes only when Allyn pulls fully away that the sound is coming out of his own mouth. He curls up, as tightly as he can, stomach burning, lit with flame like salt in the wound.

"I can't," He says. "I, I'm sorry, I fucking c-can't-"

"That's all right," Allyn says, voice still gentle, falsely calm. But he can hear how it trembles. "Should I leave?"

"No!" Jameson shudders, seeing eyes in the dark, shakes his head as fast as he can. "N-no, pl-please, please d-don't leave-"

"Okay. I'm right here. I'll stay right here." Allyn swallows with an audible click in the silent darkness. They sit together for a while, how long Jameson doesn't know. Until he stops shaking, anyway. Their hand finds his and he holds on tight.

Then, hesitantly, rainbow spotted through rain, they say, "I guess there's a reason for the rules, huh."

Jameson's laugh is shaky and too high-pitched, but it's real. "Y-yeah, I fucking guess there is."

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bennifits · 3 years

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fuck it.

imma talk about millie im so sorry

- Millie was homeless before the apocalypse. kicked out of her house at 17 for trying weed once. Her mother being more into the idea since she’s more traditional than her father. Her father was military, and used to take her on hunting trips, which is why she knows her way around a gun a bit. She had a younger brother as well who was 6 at the time of her getting kicked out.

- to earn whatever little money she had, she busked on the streets with her guitar, writing a few songs in her time as well. She made a few friends on the road, but eventually had to move on. With train hopping being her main mode of transport.

- at time of the end of the world (s1) she was 24-25

- good friends with Jesus, since those two like to bounce around a lot they tend to bump into each other.

- she uses sound to herd walkers away, she’s read books on how clocks work and made ‘time bombs’ where she winds them up and throws them to draw them away n shit

- more often than not, if she’s out in the wild she’s got a big ass cloak on that’s covered in walker guts. She’s quiet, knows how manipulate sound n shit like that.

- she wears a bandage or a long sleeve bc aha angst winky face (heavy angst if you know what i mean, hides the scar.)

story:

- first appearance would be in the prison era. (yes i will be talking like she’s part of the show im cringe stfu). Be one of those one off episodes, Daryl goes on a small run, just to case out an area and runs into her. He’s apprehensive of her, seeing how she deals with walkers, but he puts that aside bc a herd comes from nowhere and traps them overnight and tadaaa they bond.

- he offers her a place to stay, after seeing that she’s some what capable with a weapon and knows her way around. She declines, she was never the type to find a group and stick with it, she’d always leave in the middle of the night and strangely, felt like she couldn’t bare to hurt his feelings if they got closer than just strangers to friends.

- she was in the surrounding area for a little while longer, actually bumping into Glenn, Daryl, Michonne and Rick a handful due to runs. every time they asked Millie to come with them and every time she declined.

- in the sick arc of the prison era. a mysterious sack of medicine ends up at the front gate in the middle of the night. with a note saying “stay safe D” - Mills.

- she leaves and heads towards the kingdom after that. on her own right up until...

- until she meets Ezekiel.

- They met as she was walking the road, going through buildings to look for food when he and a group got trapped in a building. So with nothing really to live for, she started playing a song to lure them away to give them a chance to escape.

- she rounded back to check on them. Ez promised her a place to stay in exchange for her services. (Jerry was very into her using sound and calling it badass)

- it’s not a good first impression really. She’s covered in head to toe in blood and guts from covering her smell from walkers, she’s smelly and just horrible looking.

- the kingdom took her under his wing, showed her how to trust someone.

- she was dubbed the court’s bard / king’s bard / whatever

- she hones her skills, becoming an incredible shot with a bow and honing her skills with her bat with melee. She turns into a type of scout, keeping tabs on alexandria and helping make relations with other communities

- shiva took a particular liking to her music.

- for some reason she ended up saving ezekiel’s life more than once. he can’t really find a way to return the favour, every time he brings something up she just tells him

-”being able to stand by your side and have a roof over my head with a hot meal at any hour of the day is all that i need your majesty”

- she helped him negotiate terms with the saviors. the one they have with the once a week drop off thing

- she went out on recon, looking for places to hit with supplies when she gets injured in some debris under a collapsed part of a building. Lucky for her, she doesn’t die, hearing voices.

- and she wakes up in Alexandria.

- she has wounds and cannot return to her group, she doesn’t tell them about the kingdom because she simply doesn’t feel like it would be useful info.

- eyyyy then the gang shows uuuup

- reunited with the walking gamers.

- she assures them it’s somewhat safe, they’re all stupid and don’t know how to fight walkers. She’s happy to see everyone beyond comprehension, like they’re long lost family or something.

- she finally and formally meets everyone, actually introducing herself as a travelling bard

- bonding with everyone ensues. Deanna thought she’d be a permanent resident, but after she’s all healed up she immediately bounces. (right before rick goes coo coo and and bloody and michonne bonks him on da head)

- leaves a note and present for daryl, a basket of flowers with a smiley face. she also kinda left bc she realised she might have caught feelings,,, and she’s afraid of that shit

- goes back to kingdom people are like ‘sick she’s alive that’s epic’

- time passesssssssssss

- She’d have been there for a while. Meeting Carol for the first time. Feeling drawn to her even after she left, she would often visit her while in that little cottage. She remembered the name, so she asked about the group, saying they were okay. Millie felt relieved, wanted to go out and look for them to reconnect but didn’t wanna do anything to jeopardise the kingdom.

- then the group came for help. Strumming away at her guitar when they wander in.

- “holy shit is that you D? Oh hey Jesus”

- was like a small mind blown, two worlds colliding.

- When daryl had to stay behind she followed him around everywhere, thinking it was a sign or something like damn 3 times she’s run into this group that’s gotta mean something. She even showed him where Carol was, and escorted him back to Hilltop

- “Don’t gotta babysit me”

- “Can’t have you being found by the saviors. that would suck”

- sticks with him right up before the big fight at the season finale where she goes back to the kingdom to relay the message and helps keep alexandria safe in the fight.

- that’s kinda all im up to atm in the series n shit im currently watching the episode titled ‘Mercy’

#millie #the walking dead oc #twd oc #stfu bennijie #bennijie writes #hehe #daryl dixon x reader #might do the meeting daryl one #hehehehe :)c

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