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How it feels reading the absolute worst constructed fanfic alive. Multiple spelling errors, weird characterization, and random authors notes. But the story is lowk fire.
Summary: It was pride month and Adrian was being ‘Adrian’ ever since you came out to him.
Warnings/Tags: Trans friendly reader, Oblivious Adrian, Pride Month outing, Reader hiding his sexuality, Wholesome Adrian, Male reader, Kinda Cheesy
Characters: Adrian Chase (Vigilante)
Series: Peacemaker
The month of June rolled around faster than you really expected. Everybody in HQ hadn’t really noticed either which to you was kind of a blessing. You were thankful only a handful of the Street Kids knew you were gay. Leota was the first to know for obvious reasons.
You’d rather swallow your combat knife than ever tell Chris. And the rest? It would come in time.
“HAPPY PRIDE MONTH—!”
Annnd never mind. The nerd with the big goofy smile you knew all too well busted into the door like a fire drill. Balloons wrapped around his wrist, a cake he 100% bought from the grocery store, and to seal the deal a card. The real cherry on top was it was all rainbow.
He happily skipped over to you like it was a cartoon. You stood there like a statue with a face of pure shock and terror. Eyes blown wide as you realized what was happening.
Your hands came up as if that would stop him, shaking your head and mouthing ‘no’ over and over but it was to deaf ears and blind eyes when it came to Adrian.
“Happy pride month to y—“
Before he could even begin you slapped your palm over his mouth. Starring daggers into his eyes in a silent ‘I will kill you if you keep this up.’ Kinda way.
Adrian was obvious for a few seconds. His eyes looking back questioning your own stare. That’s until the silent room gave him time to get the cogs turning. As if a lightbulb went off in his head; immediately his brows shot up and he spun on his heels to face the room.
“April fools! I was totally kidding! It’s actually a prank that Leota told me to do…! Funny right? Man you guys should look at your faces!” Adrian turned back to you. A big cheek to cheek grin on his face. “And you—? Oh man… I got you so good!” He poked at your chest while you stood there wanting to leap on him and smother him to death for your own sake.
You smacked his hand away. Only for him to poke you again before you grabbed his wrist, giving him one last look before pushing past him and storming out the room.
Outside was better than that whole situation. Your chest tight and your heart even tighter. You knew he meant well. Adrain was not one to do something like that out of ill intent, but god he could not read a room.
The sound of the door opening and closing didn’t make you turn to look. It was evident enough from the sound of balloons squeaking and hushed cruses, followed by frustrated grunts until a ‘pop-!’ then a “fuck!” Yep, that was Adrian.
“Caught one in the door?”
“…yeah.”
“And it popped?”
“…also yeah.”
Sighing heavily you stayed still. Making the silent message clear that you were pissed off at him for making such a scene about something so very personal to you. In the back of your mind you wish you didn’t tell him but it kinda slipped when he found your hidden collection of shirtless men calendars. Which was an odd but fun hobby for you at the end of the day.
“Look…” Adrian slowly inched closer. Which you could tell by the balloons softly rubbing against each other. “I—“
“I know you’re sorry. It’s fine Adrian.” You wish you had a smoke right about now.
“No I know… but still I want to apologize. I know how you get… or at least I think I do? You kinda get all quiet and short with your words. And you don’t look at me… that’s how I know you’re super pissed.”
You had to give it to him. You were. Sighing once again through your nose you turned to look at him. And immediately tried not to laugh.
Standing there looking like a sad puppy was the nerd you grew fond of. Balloons wrapped around his wrist still and that same card in hand. The dork, of course, was still adamant on giving you the thoughtful gives he hand picked for you.
“You look like a clown.”
“Oh c’mon dude!” Adrian threw his head back with a groan. “I’m trying to apologize to you! Let me do this!”
“Okay okay.” You gestured for him to go ahead.
“Listen… I get how that whole thing—“ he waved his hand towards the building making the balloons squeak. “Was super… super… super stupid. And dumb. And I was dumb for doing that. Really I didn’t want to get you all cold and quiet and pissed off.”
He lifted the card towards you. “Here…”
You looked at him then the card. And my god it kept getting worse. The card itself had a massive unicorn on the front, covered in sparkles while riding across a rainbow.
“Adrian you are so bad at this.” You take the card and flip it open.
Inside was his writing ‘Happy June to my second best friend! :)’ and a sloppy drawing of you and him on the side. With a huff of release you reached for his wrist and started to untie the balloons.
Adrian let you, silently watching you. He was waiting for your approval like a patiently trained dog. Once finished and the balloons were freed you took them in your grasp.
“Thanks for the gifts curly.”
Adrian lit up immediately and if he had a tail it would be practically vibrating. His smile came back and he engulfed you into a hug. His arms squeezing you as he rocked the two of you.
You hugged back, giving him a pat on his shoulder. Trying not to be suffocated.
“Well… there is cake inside! If you…” Adrian nodded as he silently finished his sentence while waiting to see if you’d join him.
“Let’s get a slice.” You gave him a smile, grabbing his hand and walking for the door. Allowing him to walk inside you paused until he couldn’t see. Then turning back to look outside you held the balloons out.
Releasing them to set free and out towards the sky. Rising until they were just small little dots that kept getting further away. You smiled watching them go. Not because it was a dick move, but in a strange way felt releasing for you. Maybe it was about time you finally told your team a little more about yourself.
Hearing a small party starting to pick up you headed back inside. The door shutting with a soft click, as the balloons faded into the background.
Summary: You had just saved Saul from the Wraiths. It was just the two of you. Alone. Saul grumpy and stern as usual. With some guts to spill as you both are trapped in from the storm.
Warnings: Dialogue Heavy, Romance, MLM, Mild Angst, Small Argument, Blow Job, Aggressive, Reader Referred To As “Boy/Kid”, Nipple play, Wall Pinning
Characters: Saul Bright
Category: One-Shot (LONG)
Series: Cyberpunk 2077
Word Count: 2145
“Quick, get inside!” I held the door open with my left arm while my other waved in the wind. My eyes were partly shut. I couldn’t see a damn thing from the gusting sand.
“Gah— damn this storm.” Saul shouted back. The bigger man rolling into the abandoned building with no intention to stop until he was shielded.
Once Saul was in I followed right behind. Slamming the door shut in the process. Immediately the loud wind calmed to just a muted breeze that whisked against the small building.
Both my hands were resting on my knees. Catching my breath from the small prison break that took place just a couple of minutes ago. “Wow…” I turned my head up to face Saul.
“Haven’t done that in a while…” I laugh a bit to myself. Saul groaned, quickly facing me. I was in for it now…
“What were you thinking!?” Saul stormed up just a couple of inches from me. “Do you wish to get yourself killed? Huh! Is that it?!”
“Saul no… look. I was just trying to—“
“Shut it down. I’ve seen enough.” Saul turned his back. Rubbing his eyes with just his fingers.
“Why are you so upset that I just saved your life! I mean… are you kidding me?” I scoffed. My hand already at his shoulder as I pulled him to face me.
“Because you could’ve died! Is that so hard to understand.” His finger pushed on my chest. I glared further wanting to rip his whole arm off.
“And so could’ve you! Fuck. I can’t do anything for you without you being up my ass the whole time.”
I couldn’t believe it. Obviously pissed I lent my back on the nearest wall. Arms crossed with an angry expression to go.
“Not even a thank you?” I managed to pipe out. This whole situation was enough stress already. Saul being the stern ass he was wasn’t helping neither.
Saul plopped himself down onto the couch that was shoved up against the wall in the open living room, just next to the kitchen. The whole building was dark and it was starting to get cold.
Saul rubbed his face. Grumbling some curse before turning his head towards me. His eyes piercing straight through.
“You wanna know exactly why I’m so upset?” He began. His voice a pitch lower from its usual.
“What? Is it because “you are family” right?” I shake my head. An annoying laugh escaping my lips before I could even stop it.
“Saul I know we have that code. But for fucks sakes can’t you just let it off this one time?”
“Listen to me.” Saul stood up. Quickly. His fists clenched and his glare fixated on me. “You. Are more than that.”
“What—“
“Since the first day you rolled into camp. I knew you’d be an Aldecaldo. And I took you under my wing. Trained you.” Saul began to pace around the room. His voice calming as he went on about his experiences with me.
“You were a tough kid. Strong willed. Didn’t let any rainy day keep you from taking on the job.” Saul stopped. Pausing, as he gathered his thoughts.
“I admired you for that. It kept me goin’ myself when it got rough for the clan.”
“What are you poking at? Just tell me already.” I push myself off the wall. Concern washed over my anger as I stepped closer to my leader.
“…I.” Saul sighed while turning towards me. His eyes never wavering. The man stared, deep in thought. “I fell in love with you.”
My eyes widened at the few words “Saul…”
“I tried to forget it. Push it away. Hide it until I lost all feelings for you.” Saul rubbed his beard. Turning his head down to some bottles that lay across the floor. Wishing he could crack open a cold one to sooth his heart.
“Every day, it only grew. So you listen to me. When you run off like a teen, risking your skin for my own. It only pisses me off.”
“Because you love me…”
“Because I love you.”
My mind raced with thought. Saul, the stern leader of the Aldecaldos. In love with some nomad who never listens to anyone or anything. The dynamic was ironic.
“You’re such a stubborn kid. Always have been.”
I peeked at Saul. Not knowing what to say. My heart was beating out of my ears. Turning my attention to the wall I crossed my arms over my chest. My back facing the nomad.
“Y’know I won’t stop being a pain in your ass right? Love or not.”
“No. I know you never will.” Saul chuckled. The floor beneath us creaked as he stepped closer.
Saul’s hands met my hips. His grip squeezed just a bit to let me know he was there. “I’d rather you be the thorn in my side than an actual thorn.”
I let out a laugh of my own. I had to admit, it was nice having Saul being gentle. Being nice. My skin began to tingle, his hands started to drop. Inching down my thighs before crawling back up to my hips, sides, then resting on my shoulders.
Saul sighed heavily. The injector meds beginning to wear off as the man grew tired. His beard itched against the skin of my neck as he planted soft kisses.
“What do you say.” Saul kissed, “Be by my side?”
“Who would say no to Saul Bright?”
“You.”
“Well this time I’m saying yes.” I titled my head back. Giving the two of us plenty of space to face another.
Saul turned me around. His rough hands on my hips as I now faced him. His eyes said everything, he wanted me and I wanted him.
“When I first showed up, bloody and bruised. You looked like jesus with my vision blurred.” I ran my hands down his chest. I’ve always watched him work out with the other members of the clan. Secretly watching while tuning up a car.
“Thought I’d finally make it to the pearly white gates.”
“I was convinced you’d be gone by morning. Tsk poor kid.”
“Here I am now. Here we are. In some stripped out building hiding from a storm.” My eyes wondered. The windows had tarp tapped onto them.
“C’mon, I see some bottles that have our names on ‘em.” Saul dragged me along to the couch. Sitting me down while he sat next to me. The couch dipped in a bit from our weight.
It was Saul’s nature to have a bottle in hand. With ease he cracked the bottle cap off against the table with the millions of times he’d done it before. The cold bottle was pressed against my chest. I took it from his hands.
“Not much of a drinker but the occasional bottle or two.” I take a swig. The mystery liquor stung my throat a bit. Meanwhile Saul took big gulps like a pro. The bottle popped from his lips and he exhaled happily.
“God it’s freezing in here.” I pull on my sleeves trying to formulate as much warmth I could gather.
“There’s a heater just there. Maybe we can get it running. Or… we try other means to get warmed up.”
“Meaning…?”
The bottle clanked against the table as Saul set it down. He adjusted his weight on the couch, rubbing his legs. I watched him carefully, putting the bottle down near his.
“I want to fuck you.”
It was like a shock. The electric sensation rolled up my core. Those words lingering in my mind repeating over and over and that familiar heat I felt when watching him work at camp rolled through my body.
“You… what.” I huffed out a laugh. “Someone’s straight forward. I mean we can—“
Saul said nothing. His hands were on me in a blink as I was pressed down onto the couch with his hand at my chest. Saul grabbed both my legs, pulling me into him, making me lay further onto the couch.
I couldn’t get one word in. His lips latched onto mine while his hands wrapped around my belt until my jeans were tugged off. His beard lightly scratched my skin as the Nomad continued his lustful kisses. His hands were everywhere. My thighs, squeezing them roughly. Then up to my chest, needing at the skin.
Fuck it felt amazing. The aggression I know so well from Saul now used for a different purpose.
“Let’s get to the fun bit huh?” Saul peered up at me while he pulled down my boxers. I hissed from the sudden cold breeze.
“Saul… what are you— Ahh! Jesus Christ!” My hand shot down to Saul’s head. A fist full of his hair as I tugged in response.
Saul had his lips wrapped around my cock. His tongue swirling circles around the head of it. Gasping I rolled my head back and bit onto my hand. The warm and wet feeling of his mouth running up and down my length made my legs tense and spine shiver.
“Jeez have you— nngh- done this before..?” My mouth hung open gasps and moans slurring out as I locked my eyes on the sight of Saul’s head raising and falling.
He mumbled in reply. The vibration of his voice made me recoil back. Earning a loud groan in return.
Just like the bottle he popped his mouth from the head. I choked out a whine, missing the feeling already.
“Shhh, you’ll get something much bigger to make that pretty voice of yours sing for me.” Saul lowered his hands to his belt, sliding it off and tossing it across the room. His hands lifting the shirt that covered my chest. Now bare and in sight for any gaze.
I followed, pulling off both my boxers and jeans completely. They fell off the couch. Saul stood up from the couch. Unzipping his jeans and kicking them off. His boxers dropped as he kicked them off too. He was… big.
Saul got back onto the couch. Positioning himself between my legs. The Nomad grabbing hold of my ankles. A long string of saliva dripped down from Saul’s lips as man-made lube, quite literally.
“Put me in my place, yeah?”
“Be careful what you ask for boy.” Saul began to inch inside. Slowly until it got halfway. He slammed the rest inside granting a string of curses from me.
I gripped onto the couch. Mentally preparing for the overwhelming crashes that were soon to drown me. He was big, mainly in girth. Saul chuckled lowly at the sight of me, eyes fogged with lust and my mouth the shape of an O as whines fluttered out.
“Brace.”
Was the only warning. Immediately Saul was ramming into me like it was the last day he could fuck anything. My grip on the couch tightened. Gasping and moaning filled the room. Grunting, skin slapping, and curses flowed through the different rooms.
The couch rocked a bit in motion with the pounding. Saul’s hands leaving my ankles and dropping to dig into my hips as he ruthlessly continued. Saul bared his teeth. Clenched together as he groaned with his hair beginning to stick to his temple.
The rhythm lasted for a few minutes. Men moaning from the pleasure they had caused. It was such a good kind of sick.
“How ‘bout these huh? Cold too I bet.” Saul dipped down. His mouth hungrily began sucking and kissing my chest, tongue rolling circles around the sensitive nubs.
“Jesus Saul—!”
Saul pulled out. His cock glistened with my slick. God it was a sight. Saul was quick and aggressive as he used his strength to pick me up from the couch. It was all so sudden. One second on the couch then the next my back slammed onto the wall.
My legs were lifted, his rough callused hands gripping the underside of where the muscles bent. If some poor soul trying to shield themselves from the storm walked in on the sight of pure sin. It would look something like a poor boy being utterly manhandled by the great Aldecaldo king. Back pinned. Lefts lifted. And his full cock ruthlessly crashing waves of pleasure into the other man.
The night felt like it went on forever. Desperate cries and moans for more all ending in one final breath as the two released their fill. Saul gently walked back to the couch. Setting me down, Saul positioned us to cuddle.
Saul pressed a sweet kiss onto my forehead. “Well. You warm now?”
“Shut up Saul.” I groaned with a smile I couldn’t hide even if I tried. I think I could easily get used to this side of the great Aldecaldo king.
How it feels reading the absolute worst constructed fanfic alive. Multiple spelling errors, weird characterization, and random authors notes. But the story is lowk fire.
Summary: After surviving the Baker’s house together, the swamp isn’t the only thing that’s heavy with tension. One suggestion is all it takes for Ethan Winters to lose control and find out just how good survival can feel.
Tags: Day 23 ‘Gun play’. No use of Y/N. Male reader. Takes place during the events of “Resident Evil: Biohazard”. Strangers/Friends to lovers. Soft top Ethan Winters. Service top Ethan. Bottom male reader. Gun play. Anal sex.
ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 - 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉ℴ𝒷ℯ𝓇
Words count: 3000
The swamp air clung heavy as oil, the night buzzing with mosquitoes, wooden planks of the dock groaning beneath Ethan’s boots as he returned back. You had spent the entire hellish night guiding him by phone, voice in his ear through static and gunfire, telling him which way to go, which hallways to sprint down when Jack’s monstrous form came crashing after him, warning him when Marguerite’s insect swarms buzzed too close, coaxing him toward the next desperate resource.
Every time he thought he might break, there you were again, steadying him with a quick instruction, your own fear carefully hidden beneath sarcasm and the occasional flirty remark that slipped past your lips, because if you didn’t laugh at the horror of your own family’s house, it would eat you alive.
Piece by piece, through your coordination, he had brought you the D-Series arm for serums, stirring life-saving hope into two fragile vials. One was meant for you, to cut Eveline’s grip and burn the mold from your veins. The other was for him, because if there was even a chance the corruption had gotten into his body, you would not let him walk away without safety.
But Jack had returned, grotesquely swollen and no longer in a human body but a black mass, voice still carrying that twisted fatherly drawl as he crashed through walls and dragged Ethan into battle. You’d heard the chaos over the line until silence took over.
When Ethan stumbled back to you at the dock, his face was pale with fatigue, right hand still shaking around the handle of his pistol, you ran to him, chest tight, arms wrapping around his body before he could even think. The hard planes of his chest pressed against you, the scent of gunpowder, blood and swamp mud clinging to his clothes. “I’m glad you’re fine,” you whispered fiercely against him, clutching like he might vanish.
He stiffened, awkward for only a moment, then sighed as though the fight drained out of him, his left arm circling your waist. “Any doubts?” he muttered with a crooked grin, pretending at casualness, voice dry, but his ears flushed pink.
Pulling back just enough to look at him, your eyes fell immediately on the small glass vial tucked in his pocket, one of them was gone.
He saw you notice and his shoulders slumped, shame flickering across his face. “I had to use it on Jack. He wouldn’t stop… I didn’t want to waste it, but—” His throat worked, eyes glassy with exhaustion and regret.
The words hurt, but you reached to touch his chest anyway, grounding him. “It’s fine,” you said softly. “At least now he can rest. He’s done suffering.”
Yet inside, your heart twisted, because only one vial remained. Yours, the cure you’d fought to prepare. And with it gone, what future was left? The swamp stretched endless around you, black water reflecting moonlight in broken ripples, cypress roots jutting like skeletal hands. The smell of rot and algae filled your nose and for the first time, you allowed yourself to feel trapped, stuck in the nightmare Eveline had written into your blood.
No more ingredients left, maybe never a way free—
A sharp sting in your arm cut your thoughts short and an hiss, eyes widening as the empty vial clattered to the planks at your feet.
Ethan was still holding the spent needle, his other hand bracing your arm where he’d driven the serum in, lips curved into the smallest, most disarming smile. “That’s my thank you. For everything. You kept me alive in that mad house, the least I could do.”
Your voice failed to come out, heat spread from your chest up through your throat, burning across your cheeks and you could only stare at him, stunned and breath short.
He chuckled at the way your face betrayed you, the sound warm and boyish even in this hellscape, slipping his hand into yours. “C’mon,” he said, tugging you toward the small motorboat tied to the dock.
He climbed in first, settling by the old engine, shoulders moving as he leaned to grip the rope starter. You were meant to sit opposite him, to keep space, but your body betrayed your restraint, stepping into the boat and slid down right next to him, pressing thigh to thigh, looping both arms around his left shoulder while your head found his other shoulder, his once white shirt damp and warm against your cheek.
Muscles tightening beneath your hold as he jolted slightly, a sharp intake of breath betraying how unprepared he was. His ears flushed crimson, mouth pressed tight in an attempt to hold a neutral face while his pulse hammered fast beneath your palm where you clung to him. Eyes that cut sideways, too flustered to meet yours directly, though the tiniest quirk at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.
The engine sputtered to life with a roar as he yanked the rope, boat vibrating beneath you two with water churning. The Baker estate receded into the distance, its sagging rooflines and rotting porches shrinking into shadow, swallowed by swamp mist.
You held him tighter, arms firm and cheek pressed close, heart swelling with a warmth that eclipsed every terror you had endured. For once you let yourself relax into him, the tension in him slowly unwinding though not entirely, chest rising faster than calm should allow.
Ethan let you cling, jaw clenched and breath shallow, but his free hand twitched once as though tempted to hold yours again, the entire frame betraying that he wanted this closeness as badly as you did.
Chirring of crickets and slap of water against the old boat hull filled the night and in that quiet your lips pressed the first tentative kiss to Ethan’s cheek. He twitched as if unused to such tenderness, jaw tightening, but he didn’t move away; he leaned into it instead, a soft warmth stealing through his guarded expression.
Trailing another kiss down along the line of his jaw, then to the hollow of his neck and the shiver that coursed through him was undeniable. His free hand, hesitant at first, settled on your waist, thumb brushing the hem of your shirt before gripping firmer, keeping you against him.
Sliding one leg over to straddle his lap fully, the boat rocking beneath the shift of weight. Both broad hands now circled your waist with a steady pressure, pulling you snug until your chests brushed with each breath.
Tilting your face up to his, mouths close enough to taste the heat of his panting, lips parted to search yours and, when you pressed forward, a slow but deep kiss began, his tongue sliding against yours in languid strokes.
His taste was salt and smoke, kiss greedy and unhurried all at once, his breath hitching when you tugged gently at his bottom lip. You could feel the way his heartbeat thundered, how he was drowning in this moment as surely as you were.
The boat slowed, engine chugging idle as Ethan forgot to keep the throttle, forgot everything but your mouth. One of his hands slid up your back, anchoring you to him, while the other gripped at your hip so tightly you felt his fingertips burning through the fabric. Your hips shifted against his without meaning to and you froze as you felt something hard nudging below, angled slightly to the right, pressing through the denim of his jeans against the front of your own arousal.
“Ethan… is that a gun or are you just excited to have me on your lap?”A wicked smile broke across your face between kisses while pulling back just enough to breathe against his lips.
His entire body jolted with heat, a strangled sound stuck in his throat with eyes that went wide. “It’s—it’s actually a gun, uhm—wait, let me—” he stammered, voice cracking at the edges in a way you’d never heard, utterly adorable in his fluster.
He shifted awkwardly, fumbling at the waistband of his jeans the MPM he’d shoved there was dragged out, its dark metal catching a thin gleam of moonlight.
The way he was observing and turning around, clearly searching for somewhere safe to set it down in the tight confines of the boat while you sat spread over him, nearly made you laugh. His hands shook slightly and his embarrassment painted every line of his face.
Before he could put it aside, you caught his wrist and pressed your palm over the hand that still held the weapon. Your grin widened, all suggestion, no mold-born delirium in it, but only desire. Slowly and deliberately, you guided his hand back up, the barrel tilting toward your lips. Ethan’s eyes went huge, breath catching, Adam’s apple bobbing hard as he swallowed.
Once you opened your mouth, your tongue slid wetly along the cold steel, the taste of gunmetal sharp on your palate, obscene in the way you let your saliva glisten down the length of it. Ethan made a broken, hushed noise, somewhere between protest and awe, his entire body stiff beneath you as he watched you lap at the weapon with shameless devotion.
Circling the barrel with your tongue and dragging it over the grooves, then wrapping your lips around the tip to suck with slow, obscene care, bobbing just enough to mimic the rhythm of something else entirely.
Drool pooled at the corner of your mouth, dripping onto his knuckles, slicking the gun until it gleamed in the moonlight.
Ethan’s face burned crimson, his eyes locked wide and fixed on the way your tongue swirled. “Jesus Christ…” he muttered under his breath, voice hoarse, chest rising sharp with every breath. Every lick and obscene slurp dragged his composure thinner, the sound of your spit-wet mouth echoing louder than the swamp insects.
When at last you pulled off, lips glistening, you licked them slowly and grinned at him, whispering, “You wanna help stretch me with this?”
He choked audibly, his body rocking beneath you, pupils blown wide, half-flustered and half-hard as you ground your ass more firmly into his lap, the bulge there pressing upward was no longer just the pistol. His breath came fast, panicked at what you suggested, but arousal darkened his eyes and betrayed how much he wanted it.
You tugged down your pants and boxers, the night air cool against your bared skin, ass nudging against his thighs as you leaned forward, guiding the slick barrel lower. The gun was wet lubricated by your own spit, glistening as you pressed its tip gently to your tight hole.
Ethan’s hands seized at your waist, lips parted in disbelief as you eased back against the cold steel.
The first push was slow and deliberate, the barrel breaching inch by inch, your body clenching instinctively around the intrusion. A hiss broke from your throat, back arching while Ethan made a strangled groan beneath you, his forehead falling against your shoulder. His grip on your hips was bruising, steadying you as though the boat might tip under the weight of this moment.
Pressing lower and swallowing more of the length, the slick metal sliding inside with obscene wet sounds while stretching you slowly, the contrast of your warmth and the unyielding cold steel making your nerves scream.
Ethan couldn’t look away, eyes wide while his cock twitched in his jeans beneath you, arousal undeniable as he watched the gun vanish between your cheeks, every part of him lit with desire he couldn’t mask.
With each thrust you moaned louder, the obscene wet noises of spit-slick metal sliding in and out mingling with your desperate gasps.
Ethan’s forehead pressed against yours at last, his breath ragged and voice strained to breaking as he murmured your name, the pistol buried inside while shaking with need. He was flustered beyond words, but he couldn’t stop or look away from the way you writhed in his lap, your cock leaking between your stomachs.
The gun slipped free of you with a wet sound, body clenching at the sudden emptiness and you let out a shaky gasp as Ethan pulled it back. The barrel, still slick with your spit and heat, didn’t leave you entirely though, he pressed it instead to your hip, the cold metal biting into your skin. Both his hands bracketed your waist now, steady and unyielding, the pistol trapped in his grip as he shifted forward.
He leaned, careful but insistent, until your back met the rough boards at the base of the boat. The wood was damp and smelled faintly of algae but you barely noticed, too caught in the way Ethan loomed over you, the moonlight cutting across his flushed face. His breathing came shallow and erratic, eyes flickering between your parted lips and the way your legs spread for him, welcoming, needy.
Awkward hands fumbled with his belt and zipper, knuckles brushing your stomach in clumsiness, curses muttered under his breath. Then at last he freed himself, cock flushed and thick, arching toward you in desperation.
He didn’t waste time admiring, though, he bent down, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, body settled between your thighs to align himself and press forward. The head of his cock nudged your entrance, still loose and wet from the gun and when he pushed, he slid in smoothly, your body yielding around him with shocking ease.
Your mouth fell open, a long moan dragged out of you as he filled you inch by inch, the stretch even better than the gun, perfect and delicious. Ethan groaned into your neck, muffled and desperate, hands clutching your waist as though anchoring himself against the sheer pleasure.
“Fuck…” he breathed, voice breaking, every syllable vibrating against your skin.
His hips rolling with tender patience at the first thrusts. Each glide sank him deep inside, your body clinging to him greedily, the friction toe-curling. He kissed at your throat as he moved, each press of his lips between your gasps making it feel less like fucking in a filthy swamp boat and more like something that belonged in another life.
The pistol remained against your side, its weight constant, the cold metal contrasting with the heat flooding through you. Each time his hips met yours, the barrel dug faintly into your skin, a reminder of the kink that had started this spiral, making you shudder harder. Ethan’s hands squeezed tighter, the grip so strong you knew he’d leave marks, his breath growing hotter and rougher, as the pace gradually built.
You clutched at his shoulders, nails scraping through his shirt, dragging him closer, your chest pressed to his as he fucked you with slow, deep strokes. Every roll of his hips rubbed against your prostate, making your toes curl and voice crack into shameless moans.
He groaned, biting down lightly on your shoulder, teeth scraping before his tongue soothed the mark. “You feel… s-so good,” he stammered, the words tumbling out, his usual stoicism shattered by the way your body gripped him.
The boat rocked gently under the rhythm, water lapping against its sides in time with his thrusts. Your legs hooked tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to lose himself further. He obeyed, hips driving harder now, though still not frantic, always tender, like he wanted every movement to linger and etch this into memory.
The gun shifted with each motion against your hips, the muzzle dragging faintly against your skin, making you shiver with every cold kiss of steel. He noticed, eyes flicking down and pressed it firmer into your side, almost instinctively folding what you enjoyed into his rhythm. You gasped louder at the added sensation, body arching beneath him, cock throbbing between your stomachs untouched but aching.
Your moans tangled with his grunts, the swamp night filling with the sounds of bodies colliding, lips pressing feverishly, breaths stolen between kisses.
Ethan’s face was a portrait of wrecked restraint with blond hair now damp, cheeks flushed, jaw slack with pleasure as he rutted into you with growing urgency, cock dragging against every sensitive nerve, each thrust wringing more broken cries from you and his murmured curses and your name in his hoarse voice only spurred the fire higher.
It built, hot and inevitable, Ethan’s movements growing erratic, his control slipping as his hips snapped against yours harder, deeper. His grip tightened painfully at your waist, the pistol digging almost bruisingly into your side, face buried in your neck as he groaned, voice raw and desperate.
With a shuddering thrust, he came, cock pulsing deep inside you, warmth spilling in heavy spurts as your on release splashed against his once but now messy white shirt, his whole body trembling as he clung to you, panting against your skin.
You held him through it, arms wrapped tight around his back, your own chest heaving, heart hammering from more than just the sex. The swamp receded from your mind, the horror of the house behind you fading in the glow of his body pressed to yours.
The gun finally slipped from his grip, clattering to the wooden floor of the boat, forgotten. Ethan kissed your temple, a soft brush of lips so gentle it felt like an apology and a promise all at once.
When at last he lifted his head, eyes still dazed but full of something warm, he whispered, almost shyly, “You… you ever though about getting out of this place? Maybe… coming with me at Los Angeles? Start over. Together.”
Your breath caught, chest swelling with emotion sharper than any fear you’d felt that night and in his tired, flustered face you saw not just survival but the chance at something more.
Fictober Prompt: Day 1, Overstimulation and Size Difference
Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’
Physical Sex: AMAB
Rating: E/Smut
Warnings: Demons, Hoodoo, crossroads deal, anal fingering, anal sex, sex for money, he doesn’t want your soul, unrealistic sex, magic gag, magic restraints
Summary: A crossroads deal for money doesn’t cost you your soul, but something much more intimate.
The road is empty. Dirt and gravel long settled as if a car hasn’t passed over it in days. The time on your phone blinks into a new day, midnight coming to glow back at you. The dirt under your shoes starts to feel like something more solid, packed from how long you’ve been waiting in the middle of these roads. The Hoodoo X, the meeting place of devils and demons.
“Welcome, child.”
Your spine stiffens like a steel rod at the impossibly deep voice. It sounds as if bass came to life and learned to speak for itself. Everso slightly, you turn your head. Standing behind you is the man of legend, ‘the black man’. And that he is, pitch black. Like the infinite void of space wrapped itself around a man’s body. He’s impossibly tall with broadness to match, but every other feature is hidden in the black.
“Been a while since I’ve had a deal.” He smiles, his teeth unseen in the black. “What can I do for you, boy?”
You swallow your nerves, turning to face whatever creature it is that’s appeared, be it devil, demon, or something else entirely. “Money. I need money.”
He chuckles, deep and shaking. “Doesn’t everyone now?” He steps closer. “Folks used to ask me for skill. Playing guitars or winning Poker, but the tides are changing. Handsome young men gotta ask me for just plain money now.”
“What does it cost?” You manage to keep the shutter from your voice as he rounds you, his eyes feeling like fire on your form.
“Your soul, usually.” He hums so deep it sounds like music. “But yours doesn’t interest me.”
His hand feels like warm water as it drapes itself around the back of your neck, squeezing just enough to make you feel like a scolded dog. He pushes you down and onto your knees, the dirt immediately dusting onto your pants.
“No, from you I want something else.” He sighs, squeezing lightly at your neck. “It’s been centuries since I’ve had a decent looking man.”
Your mind settles on the implication. “You want--”
“To bed you, yes. Now lie down and take what you're given, money will come.”
It seems a small cost in the grand scheme. Letting a demon fuck you for a lifetime of money and ease. So, without protest, you settle face down in the dirt and let the warm hands position you properly. He pushes your head down, allowing you to turn your face, but props your hips up with some invisible force to hold them there.
The warm feeling of his hand slides through the very fabric of your pants as if they’re not there at all and slips into you unceremoniously. His fingers feel like water, warm and expanding, but you’re unable to make a sound with some unknown silencer muting you entirely. Effectively it all turns you into a living sex doll for the demon to use.
And use you he does.
Unmoving and mute, your mouth open in silent cry, he fills you entirely. Every inch is like warm water, but somehow solid. His massive size takes over your whole body, pressing around your insides until tears stream down your face at the tip peeking through your lips. The demon groans in your ear as his inhumanly large body drapes over you, yet no breath hits your ear. The thrusting feels like an entire digestion, fucking through your whole body as if it was made to be a simple cocksleeve and not an intricate set of organs.
It goes for hours. Hours of use, hours of filling you, hours of invisible hands pumping and palming you to completion after completion. When it finally ends, when the massive length of the demon finally leaves you, your mind is nothing but a cloud and your body nothing but an empty sleeve. The dirt covers your clothes, nestles into your hair, and dusts your lips, but you are unable to care as your eyes fall closed and it feels as though your heart stops.
But then you wake up. A sunny morning in bed, birds chirping, and a bank notification on your phone.
Would you guys like to see my RE2 Leon x Male Reader series on here? I’ve already created several chapters. But be warned they were written back in 2021 so the writing isn’t proofread.
Content warnings: mature content [mdni], power/dom bottom reader, significant age gap [mid 20s x early 40s], bottoming from the top, riding, blow job, biting/marking, nipple play, edging, hair pulling, exhibitionist character(s) but exhibitionism itself is ambiguous, bratty reader but no brat taming since reader is dominant, corruption/defilement, aroused guilt, mentions of drugs, written in third person
Author’s note: [Name] in this work is not the same [Name] that is portrayed in “You’re Not My Kind” or in any of the other future fics, and will never be unless it’s previously stated. Lore is interconnected to the other stories, so my tip is to check them out if you’re interested in a better experience!!
Not proofread
Title is a reference to the homonymous song by A7X. Lyrics not related to the story (though it somewhat fits to the richer side of Veridian Falls and themes of corruption which are present in this whole series, but very much emphasized in this particular one), but I recommend it all the same :)
Word count: 8000
I know long one-shots are not everyone’s cup of tea, but I still think you should give it a try if the premise interests you! Over half of it is straight up nsft anyways
The interrogation room was the same as always — the scent of coffee and industrial cleaner, the bleaching fluorescent lights, the plain steel table bolted to the floor separating two opposing chairs. It was a place designed to wear people down and make them feel small and exposed. Inspector Emmett Vale fit into the grim atmosphere like a piece of its machinery, posture rigid and erect.
The man sat down slowly, the chair groaning softly under his weight. He didn’t lean forward aggressively or slump back in false comfort. Vale simply sat with his shoulders straight and his hands resting lightly on the table. His gaze was steady, not accusatory, but deeply tired. The inspector looked at [Name] not like a problem to be solved, but like a recurring equation he still hadn’t found the answer to.
“I see they brought you in again,” he said, voice low and even, devoid of judgement. The inspector briefly scanned the manila folder placed in front of him. “Found you over on Wharf Street, near the old canning factory. Coincidentally, it was where the Hounds had been guarding their guns before they attacked a clubhouse in Crestview Lane tonight.” Vale said with quiet irony while the boy frowned.
“It’s the third time this month, [Name],” the inspector continued, tone calm, carrying a weight behind it that felt heavier than anger. “Lieutenant Porter wanted to process you and put you in a cell until you talked. I overruled her. And this is all because you haven’t been telling me everything. I know there are names, places… things that happen out there that don’t make it into these reports and that you don’t blurt out during our chats.”
[Name] lounged in the chair opposite Vale, the very picture of studied nonchalance. An exposed thigh, half covered by the flimsy fabric of his shorts, draped languidly over the other, a pose that made the metal chair look like a prop in a forgotten play. He cocked his head and gave Vale a smile that was both ephemeral and infuriating.
"Aw, Valie," [Name] stretched out the inspector's name like taffy. His voice was a breathy rasp, the voice of a boy who'd smoked too many cigarettes when he were still too young. "You know I don't do names. It's not good for business." He pouted playfully. "Besides, what's the fun in making it too easy for you? Take away the stress from the boys in blue and suddenly a fifth of my clients are gone”.
Emmett listened to the boy's flippant words, expression never wavering from that melancholic cast. He sighed heavily.
“You think this is a game, [Name]?" The inspector asked conversationally. "You think you're being clever, playing coy with information, keeping me at arm's length? I know you're not stupid — far from it. You're sharp and you’re quick, you've got a silver tongue and a charmer's smile. But this..." He gestured vaguely to the room, to the situation they found themselves in, “isn't a joke."
"I'm not your enemy, [Name]. I'm not here to make your life harder. I want to try and keep you from making it worse, but I can't do that if you won't trust me with the truth." Emmett knew that behind that easy smile there was a keen mind at work, always weighing the risks. Vale couldn't blame the young man for being wary, specially not with the company he kept.
[Name] lounged back with carefree insouciance. "And what's worse?" He grumbled. "If I start singing like a canary, who's to say some big shot won't take offense and have me disappear? Permanently." The young man shuddered theatrically.
Emmett ignored the macabre quip. "I'm not asking you to rat all of out your... associates." The word left a bitter taste in his mouth. "I'm asking you to trust me with part of the information I need to keep you safe. To keep you from ending up as fish food in the docks.”
[Name] studied the inspector’s face, searching for any hint of deception or ulterior motive. After a long moment, he spoke. “You make it sound so simple, Valie. Like I have a choice in any of this. But you've got to understand, my line of work... things are delicate. Say the wrong thing to the wrong person, and bam!" He clapped his hands together sharply for emphasis. "Suddenly, I'm not just out of a job, I'm out of… well, a life too.”
Emmett frowned, a hand rubbing his temples. "I can protect you, [Name]," he said earnestly. "I've done it before, for others in similar situations. It's not easy, but it's possible. With my help, you can get out, leave this life behind.” The inspector’s gaze softened, compassion in his tired eyes. "I'm not just talking about a witness protection program, I know that wouldn’t be enough. I'm talking about genuine support, resources to help you build a new life away from all of this. Education, counseling, job training... anything you need to get back on your feet and move forward."
[Name] felt a pang of frustration and dissatisfaction. He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "Aw, you're a real saint, ain't you?" he said, voice dripping with false admiration. "Offering to save little ol' me from the clutches of sin and depravity." The young man leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.
“The only intel I can give you is that one of your boys in blue, the big blond Adonis with the nice pecs, was seen getting cozy with one of Frank Rossi’s main dealers down by Cedar Crescent last week. Word has it that your cop had both guns out.” [Name] said humorously. "But I'm sure that's not the kind of dirt you're looking for."
Vale knew that sarcasm and false flattery were [Name]'s defense mechanisms, the boy’s way of keeping people at a distance. So, instead of being offended, Emmett felt a pang of sadness. "Enough games, [Name]. I don't need gossip about my department. I'm well aware of officer McAllister’s... complicated history. What I do need is information on Rossi himself and the Drowned, which I know you have due to your line of work."
The inspector pointed to the folder in front of him. "And let's not forget, you were found near that old factory where the Hounds were storing their weapons. Weapons that disappeared before the attack. So I need you to think carefully. Did you see anything? Hear anything? Know anything that could help us get to the bottom of this?"
[Name] rolled his eyes, leaning back further. "Alright, alright, enough with the heavy-handed cop routine, Valie. You're right, I might have seen and heard things.” He tapped a finger against his chin, pretending to think. "But a guy's gotta have his price, you know? And mine ain't cheap."
Emmett raised a thick eyebrow. "And what exactly do you want in return for this information, [Name]?"
[Name] looked up at Emmett with a playful smirk, eyes filled with a sudden naughtiness. "Well, inspector, I've had my eyes on you for a while now," he purred, tone lowering to a sultry rasp. "Ever since you first looked at me like that, with all that downcast composure a couple years ago, I've thought you were the most gorgeous thing to grace a police uniform. Chiseled jaw, sturdy biceps, that air of stern authority that just makes me want to..." He paused, biting his lower lip while his own cheeks seemed to flush lightly. "Well, I've imagined all sorts of improper things."
A sudden, unfamiliar warmth began to creep up Emmett’s neck, staining his pale skin a telltale pink. It was a rare occurrence, a reaction he had not experienced in years, not since his early days at the academy. The boy across from him was somehow undoing all his poise, in a way that was more than merely physical, agitating feelings he had long believed entombed.
[Name], seeming to notice the effect he was having, chuckled softly. "So, mister," he proceeded honeyed, "I think you know what I want in return for the information you're so desperate to get." He rested his elbows on the table, chin in his closed fists. "I want a taste of you. A real taste, right now."
An uncomfortable stirring spread through Emmett in a fraction of a second. He felt his heart begin to beat a little faster, breath catching slightly in his throat. It was a visceral reaction he couldn't control despite the years of training that should have made him impervious to such base instincts. And, disconcertingly, he felt a sudden rush of blood flow southward, a physical reaction he had experienced just once in the line of duty before.
The inspector’s voice emerged tighter than he intended, tinged with unconcealed hoarseness and disbelief. “Are you... are you sure that's what you want? You don't want anything else... in exchange for what you know?” Vale’s shoulders were rigid, posture straight, and eyes that for the first time couldn’t fixate in a single place.
"Either that, or you'll be getting nothing at all, inspector. Take it or leave it." [Name] shrugged nonchalantly, as if the weight of his demands was of no consequence to him.
Emmett knew he should be wary of this bold blackmail, but the inspector couldn't deny that [Name] had never been one to spread falsehoods or fabricate stories for his own amusement. No, if he claimed to have valuable information about Rossi and the Drowned, then he likely did. And given the boy's... intimate history with the crime lord, it would be almost impossible for him to be utterly in the dark about the gang's recent movements. The same applied to Edgar Fischer and his litter of mutts — which were the priority due to that night’s unfortunate situation.
The older man hesitated, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. He glanced around the stark space, taking in the gleaming steel table, the cold fluorescent lights, the ever-present CCTV camera in the corner. His throat constricted at the thought of what [Name] was proposing, here, in this most unseemly and compromising of places. This was the heart of his domain, where he held the power and authority, where he was respected and admired. The very idea of surrendering that power, of allowing such a lascivious act to occur here, made his trousers tighten even more with disgraceful anticipation.
In a strained voice, he asked, "Do we... do we have to do this here? Now?"
[Name] nodded. "Uh-huh. If we leave it for later, who's to say you won't find an excuse to back out, hmm?" He leaned in before purring. "I know how you straight-laced types can be. Say one thing and mean another, and there's no telling if I'll ever see you keep your word. I want this sealed right now, Valie.”
Emmett's mind raced in a tumultuous mix of rational thought and primal urges. He considered his captain’s open secret, how Silas had been trading sexual favors for information for years now, and yet no one dared to question his authority or dedication to the job. If a man of rank and repute such as Palmer could justify those actions, then perhaps there was no reason why he, as a subordinate, would be faulted for doing the same in pursuit of justice.
Moreover, it would not be a complete surrender of decorum, would it? [Name]'s price didn't exactly entail a full-scale debauchery. It was a simple, albeit intimate, exchange — nothing too extreme or outlandish. He wouldn't be expected to be completely bare or act out any depraved fantasies. Just a... little taste, as [Name] had put it, a small price to pay for some insight that could help him close a case.
"Very well. I'll agree to your terms, [Name]."
The young man devilishly grinned, feeling a rush of triumph and lust at the inspector’s agreement. Unable to resist, he slowly slid the toe of his shoe up Emmett’s calf, inching towards his hardening length. Just as his foot reached the older man’s inner thigh, Vale let out through gritted teeth, “Not so fast. I want the information first.”
[Name] sighed dramatically, crossing his arms with a huff. "Ugh, fine. You want the goods, don't you? I suppose you should know that Crestview Lane is, like, totally Hounds territory. Or at least, it's supposed to be."
He paused for effect, enjoying the power of holding the official’s attention. "But apparently there's this new bunch of punks running around calling themselves... hmm, what was it? Some edgy name with a W in it. Wounded, I think? Something like that. Total wannabes, if you ask me." [Name] snorted.
“Anyway, these little delinquents have been trying to muscle in on the E and on the meth trade there. The Hounds are pissed, but they're having a hard time shaking these new guys off. Apparently, they're a real pain in the ass to deal with considering how successful they’ve been with the rich college kids that go to that sort of club."
Emmett felt the pieces falling into place. He recalled Silas's briefing from two days prior, where the captain had mentioned a new gang causing trouble for both the Hounds and the Drowned. The Wraiths, they were called. Apparently, they had the Hounds scrambling to keep up with their encroachment on the drug trade in prime territory, while also making bold strikes against Drowned safe houses all around the docks.
The fact that [Name] knew about this, and used a similar name to the one given by Silas's informant, only reinforced the inspector's belief that the boy did have valuable intel. [Name] wasn't just spouting rumors or baseless claims to get away once again. “What else?”
"Apparently, that geezer who owns the club down there… Cain, I think? Yeah, that old bastard only ever let the Hounds sell their shit at his place. I mean, sure, the mutts paid him a little cut of the take, so it wasn't like they were friends, but still. Loyalty's supposed to mean something, is it not?” [Name] mocked.
“But then these ‘Wounded’ punks come along, offering him more scratch for the E and meth they're peddling, and shit! Suddenly, that old fuck's singin' a whole new tune. Betrayed his old acquaintances who had been nothing but sweet for a bit more cash! The man is only in it for the money now, specially if you consider the amount of loaded college assholes crawling in that place increased.”
Emmett listened intently, his mind working quickly to connect the dots. If an associate of Fischer and his men had indeed welched on his long-standing arrangement with the Hounds for a fatter cut from these upstart Wraiths, that would explain the sudden surge of drug-related activity in the area. It would also account for the Hounds' increased aggression and desperation to reclaim their territory.
"Is that why the Hounds opened fire at the club tonight? To take revenge on Cain for betraying their deal and siding with the Wraiths? To send a message to anyone else who might be considering doing the same?”
[Name] shrugged with a playful grin while kicking his foot lightly against Vale’s inner thigh, feeling the growing arousal. "Mhmm, that’s exactly why those mutts lost their cool and shot up the place tonight. The bossman is not happy unless the whole world knows what happens to rats who bite the hand that feeds them. Kinda why I can’t take up on your past offers, haha." He joked dryly to himself. “Now, I've told you everything I know, inspector, so don’t you think it's time for you to hold up your end of the bargain?"
Vale swallowed hard, his collar suddenly feeling tight. As a man of the law, he knew he should put a stop to this, cite the obvious power imbalance and the stark difference in their ages. But the very fact that [Name] was a seasoned… working boy, so worldly beyond his years, only seemed to stoke the official’s shameful arousal. Emmett couldn't deny the twisted appeal in indulging in something so devilishly taboo.
“I suppose you're right, [Name]. You've been good with your information." He paused, collecting himself even as his heart raced. "And I’ll keep mine." His eyes flicked to the CCTV camera in the corner, a flicker of unease and thrill warring within him at the thought of being watched. But no one would dare to question him, not with his rank and solid reputation. “You wanted a taste of me, I believe? Well, you shall have it. But I set the pace." His gaze raked over the boy's form before he got up and locked the door.
[Name]'s eyes filled with desire as he watched Vale lock the door, the click of it echoing in the room. He stood up slowly, taking his time, putting a sway in his hips as he walked towards the inspector. "Mmm, so serious, aren't you, Valie? I like that. It's sexy, in a supposedly dominant kind of way." He reached out to walk two fingers up the older man's chest as the official turned to fave him. "But I think we both know who's really in charge here, hmm?"
Emmett placed his hand over the boy's, stilling its upward climb, trying to softly assert dominance, but this was all too much. His fingers tightened on the bone of [Name]'s hip, holding on for dear life. It was that or just… come apart. The whole damn room felt like it was tilting.
This wasn't him. Emmett Vale was the one with both feet on the ground. But [Name]… Fuck. He could feel the heat coming off him, the easy steadiness in his frame. This was someone who knew his way around a bedroom and pleasure. Anyone could feel it in the way he carried himself, a kind of unthought confidence that Vale would never be able to imitate.
And that was the hell of it. It should have pissed him off, that lazy, indulgent grace. Instead, it just lit a fuse somewhere deep in his gut. The shame of it burned his ears, but he couldn't make himself let go. “I set the pace”, the inspector repeated, more to himself than to the boy before him.
"Sure you do," [Name] agreed easily, his own hand sliding up to cover Vale's on his hip. His thumb stroked slow circles over the tense tendons. "So be in control. Do what you want." He shifted again, a deliberate, rolling motion against the inspector’s groin that drew a sharp, choked sound from the back of Emmett’s throat. "Or," he added, his voice dropping to a whisper, "you can let me show you what you actually want. Been watching you think about it for years, Valie. It's written all over your face right now."
[Name] leaned in, his lips brushing Vale's ear as he spoke, tone shifting from flirty to something more direct. "The camera's on. Let's give them a show they won't forget."
“Fuck it," Emmett gritted out, the words stripped of any real anger. He let the back of his head rest against the door, body bowing under the weight of a surrender he'd never want to confess. The hand that was meant to assert dominance now clutched at [Name]'s body desperately. “Then show me," he muttered.
A low, approving hum vibrated through [Name]'s chest. "There it is," he murmured, fingers sliding from Vale's hand to the nape of his neck, caressing the blond locks softly. "Was that so hard?" He didn't wait for an answer, turning his head to speak directly into Vale's ear in an intimate thrum. "Now, keep your eyes on me, Valie. Don't you dare look away."
His fingers tangled in the inspector's hair, gripping lightly as he pulled his head back to expose the strong column of his throat. Leaning in, [Name] dragged his lips along the smooth skin, feeling Emmett’s pulse jump beneath the surface at the contact.
Emmett’s hands clenched at his sides, fists curling and uncurling as he fought the urge to grab the boy and take what he so clearly wanted to offer, but even then, he liked being treated like this. He was a man teetering on the edge of a precipice, and the fall was as terrifying as it was electrifying.
“Don't..." he mumbled, the word a weak protest as he felt teeth grazing the underside of his jaw. But even to his own ears, it sounded more like a plea for more than a denial.
[Name] smirked at Emmett's token protest, knowing all too well that the man would become putty in his hands. “Shh, let me work, handsome," [Name] purred before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh, biting down just hard enough to leave a blooming purple mark. He sucked and licked at the reddened skin, claiming the prize he had been eyeing for years.
One hand slid down Vale's chest, fingers working open the buttons of the inspector's shirt soft blue with practiced ease. [Name] parted the fabric revealing a pale expanse of skin beneath, and leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses to the exposed flesh of his collarbone.
Emmett’s fingers curled into the fabric of [Name]'s shirt as if to anchor himself against the maelstrom of sensation, and let out a soft groan. He could feel the heat of that sinful mouth searing him, branding him, claiming him in a way that made blood roar in his ears. It was an obscene, wanton display of possession. It was wrong, to be reduced to a thing of base need and hunger, specially as a police officer. Specially at 42 to a boy who was 24. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to care, not with those wicked lips trailing fire down the column of his throat, each press and suckle sending bolts of lightning straight to his heavy cock.
Meanwhile, [Name] continued his assault, lips and tongue and teeth painting Vale’s skin with a trail of blooming marks, sucking dark hickeys into the pale flesh until it was mottled with the evidence of his desire. He then paused, admiring his handiwork, taking in the sight of the inspector's collarbone and neck, now a canvas of claiming kisses. The inspector’s skin was flushed, chest heaving with each ragged breath. [Name]'s dick throbbed at the sight as he crouched a bit, capturing one of the inspector's nipples between his lips.
Emmett couldn't help the soft noise that sounded more like a whimper than a groan from escaping his lips. His hips bucked slightly, grinding against [Name]'s thigh in a desperate search for friction. “Shit”, he groaned, the word drawn out and low, barely recognizable as his own voice.
The inspector’s fingers tangled almost painfully in the boy’s hair as he felt that tongue swirl around the sensitive peak, teasing it to stiffness before suckling hard. It took every ounce of Vale’s self-control not to rut against [Name] like a man possessed. “Don't stop," Emmett panted, "Feels... fuck, that feels good."
[Name] alternated between flicking the now stiff peak with the tip of his tongue and suckling hard, grazing his teeth along the sensitive flesh in a way that made Emmett shudder.
The inspector’s hips jerked forward, grinding his straining erection against [Name]'s upper leg, the friction delicious even through the fabric of his trousers. The front of his boxers dampened with pre-cum, symbolizing how Vale’s usual composure had shattered, leaving behind a man lost in sensation, drowning in the heat of that sinful mouth and wicked tongue. His skin felt too hot, too tight, every nerve ending alight and screaming for more.
He moved the boy's head to just the right angle as he arched into that clever mouth. "More," he gritted out, the word a command even as it emerged as a plea. It was a delicious kind of torture, being at the mercy of [Name]’s whims.
Emboldened, [Name] slid his hand down to cup the sizeable bulge straining against the inspector's trousers, giving it a firm squeeze. "Mmm, someone's happy to see me," he purred around the pectoral, stroking the rigid flesh slowly. "Is this all for me, Valie? Or do you always carry a phone pole in your pants?"
Emmett looked down, his heart pounding as he watched [Name] sink to his knees before him while lowering his pants and boxers down. The sight of such a beautiful young man kneeling at his feet, his own rigid cock now freed from its confines, was almost too much for Vale. At eight inches, he knew he was well-endowed, and the way [Name]'s eyes widened appreciatively as he took it all in only fueled the inspector’s desire.
He gasped as he felt the first touch of that sinful mouth on his most intimate place, biting back a groan as he felt [Name]'s lips part and take him in, inch by throbbing inch disappearing into that warm, wet haven. The boy’s eyes flicked up to meet his gaze, heavy-lidded, gleaming with unholy lust.
For [Name], this was nothing new. He had done this countless times before, on countless men, up to a point that his jaw adjusted reflexively, but somehow, with Emmett, it felt different. More intense, more intimate. Regardless, [Name]'s body remembered the motions he had been performing for years. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head, tracing the ridge where the flesh met the shaft, before he took Vale deeper into the wet heat of his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking with practiced ease as he bobbed his head, taking more of that impressive length inch by thick inch.
The inspector shuddered, fingers tightening reflexively in [Name]'s hair as he felt the silken walls of his throat flutter around him. The boy was a pro, his technique flawless, every move designed to drive a man wild with pleasure. He could feel the build-up of saliva, the slick slide of muscle, the press of [Name]'s tongue along the underside of his cock as the boy’s head nose grazed the light curls of his pubes. It was pure whorish sin, and Emmett knew he wouldn't last long at this rate. Not with the way [Name] was working him, producing those obscene slurping sounds that filled the room.
[Name] felt the inspector's cock throb against his tongue as he tasted the first salt-flavored drops of pre-cum, feeling them sliding down his throat. He knew Vale was close, could read it in every shudder and hitch of his breath, in the stunning crease of the man’s eyebrows as his face contorted in bliss.
And the prostitute wanted to taste him wholly, to swallow down every drop of that thick release and have the inspector unravel completely in his hands. He wanted Vale to fuck his face against that dick the best way he could, wanted to use his mouth for the official’s pleasure until the older man was drowning in it. [Name] wanted... well, he wanted a lot of things, and he planned to take them all, like he always did. One sinful act at a time.
A sudden realization hit Emmett like a freight train - when was the last time he had indulged in such carnal pleasures? When was the last time he had allowed himself to be so utterly consumed by desire, to be reduced to a creature of pure, primal need? The inspector struggled to remember, his mind hazy with lust, until he realized the startling truth: the last time he had been with someone, truly been with one, he had bern barely old enough to drink legally. And now, here he was, at the mercy of a man much younger than him; a boy who had him writhing and gasping like a inexperienced virgin getting his cock wet for the first time.
The thought sent a thrill down the inspector’s, a dark, forbidden excitement that made his balls tighten and his cock throb almost painfully against [Name]'s quick tongue. There was something deeply, deliciously wrong about being at the mercy of someone like [Name], someone profoundly experienced; about surrendering to every whim and desire of a boy almost half his age, physically smaller than him, someone who he definitely had power over. And yet, Vale couldn't bring himself to care, too lost in the pleasure of that hot filthy mouth engulfing his length.
[Name] sensed the change in Emmett's body, the telltale twitch and throb of his cock as it began to pulse with impending release. He could feel the inspector's grip on his hair tighten, holding his head in place as if desperate to bury himself to the hilt and spill his load down [Name]'s eager throat. But the prostitute had other plans.
With a swift tug, he pulled the inspector's cock from his mouth, the thick length slipping out with a lewd, wet pop. Strings of saliva and pre-cum connected [Name]'s lips to the flushed, throbbing head, glistening obscenely in the harsh fluorescent light of the interrogation room.
Vale blinked, momentarily disoriented as he was wrenched from the haze of pleasure, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He stared down at [Name] in confusion, his brow furrowed as he tried to regain his bearings, the fog of lust slowly lifting from his mind. The sudden loss of that sinful heat around his aching cock left him feeling bereft, a low groan of protest escaping his lips before he could stop it. "What... why did you...?" he started to ask, his voice rough and gravelly from the force of his breathing. But the words died in his throat as he met [Name]'s gaze, the smug, knowing smirk on the boy's face sending a jolt of understanding through him. [Name] had taken him to the very brink of ecstasy, only to deny him that final, blissful push.
The prostitute smirked up at Vale, his eyes wicked. "Ah ah ah, not so fast, Inspector," he chided playfully, wrapping a hand around the base of Emmett's throbbing cock. His grip was firm, impeding the inspector's release as he gave a warning squeeze, edging the older man. "You don't get to paint my face with your spunk. I have other plans of where I want your seed.”
The air between them crackled with tension, the weight of [Name]'s words hanging heavy. Vale felt a fresh surge of lust, his cock jerking in the other’s grip at the thought of burying himself in the boy's heat, claiming him, marking him inside and out as his own.
Emmett couldn't hold back any longer, the dam of his restraint bursting under the onslaught of sensation and desire. His hands shot up to grip [Name]'s face, calloused fingers digging into the delicate skin as he pulled the boy flush against him. Their lips met in a clash of hunger and desperation, Vale's mouth moving over [Name]'s with a fierce, almost bruising intensity. It was a kiss that consumed, a claiming of lips and tongue and breath, all tangled together in a dance of raw need.
[Name] responded in kind, fingers fisting in the inspector’s hair, nails scraping against the inspector's scalp as he pulled him closer, greedy for more. Moans spilled from his lips, swallowed by Emmett’s ravenous mouth, the sounds of his pleasure muffled and lost in the heat of the kiss. The air between them was electric, charged with the weight of the older man’s desperation and the boy's eager reciprocation.
Vale could feel every inch of [Name]'s body pressed against his own, the other’s frame fitting perfectly against the hard planes of his own. His cock throbbed, impossibly hard — his balls were probably blue by now, but the younger didn’t let his grip go from around his girth. The inspector needed to be inside [Name], needed to bury himself in the boy's body until he was drowning inside it, until he could stake his claim in the most animalistic way possible. The urge was overwhelming, a deadly tsunami of lust that threatened to sweep away the last of his control. Nothing else mattered, not the case, not his career, not the world outside these four walls. Not the poor cop watching from the CCTV the depravity that was taking place in the VFMP’s interrogation room, or the scolding he’d receive from Palmer in the following morning. In this moment, there was only the searing need to possess, to take, to make [Name] his own in every way a man could.
[Name] felt the inspector's desperation in every movement, in the way his hands roamed feverishly over his body as they kissed. He could feel Vale's cock throbbing against his palm, hot and hard and ready, blood flowing with unbelievable intensity, and it sent a thrill of power through him to know that he had reduced the respected inspector to this state of wanton need.
Emmett's hands fumbled at the fastenings of [Name]'s flimsy shorts, fingers clumsy in their urgency as he tugged and pulled, finally freeing the boy's own straining erection. [Name] gasped into the kiss as cool air hit his heated flesh, hips canting forward into the inspector's touch. He nipped at Vale's bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue before pulling back just enough to guide the older man's hands to his hips.
[Name] gasped out, voice rough with desire. "I need you inside me, Emmett. I need to feel you split me open on your fucking prick." He punctuated his words by squeezing the rigid flesh in his hand, feeling it jerk.
With a groan, Vale let [Name] guide him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the table. He sat down heavily and rested an open palm against the hard surface, breath coming in harsh pants as he looked up at the younger man with desperation. [Name] wasted no time in straddling the inspector's lap, bare ass nestling against the thick ridge of the other man’s dick as he wrapped his arms around Emmett’s neck.
"Damn it, you feel so good," [Name] breathed, rolling his hips to grind against the hard flesh of the inspector's cock. At that, Emmett’s hands tightened on the globes of [Name]'s ass, kneading the firm flesh as he pulled the boy more against him, and he wanted nothing more than to see his fingerprints blooming on the younger man’s skin the same way he had been marked up so throughly with the harlot’s hickeys.
[Name] gazed down at the older man, eyes clouded with lust and something appreciative. He had fucked countless men before, but never had it felt like this intense or all-consuming. There was a vulnerability in Vale's desperation that called to him on a primal level, a raw, unchecked need that made [Name]'s own desire burn hotter.
The boy took charge, eyes gleaming with lust and something deeper, more intense. He reached between their bodies, gripping Emmett's thick shaft and aligning it with his entrance. With a single, brutal thrust of his hips, he impaled himself on the inspector's cock, taking every inch of that impressive length deep inside him in one go.
“Fuck!!” The cuss tore from [Name]'s throat, a guttural cry of ecstasy as he was split open on Vale's massive prick. His head fell back, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the sheer, overwhelming pleasure of being so thoroughly filled. He could feel every throbbing vein, every ridge and vein of that thick cock massaging his inner walls, rubbing against his prostate with devastating precision.
Vale let out a strangled, mewling howl, fingers digging into the flesh of [Name]'s cheeks hard enough to bruise. The silken heat of the younger’s hole engulfing him was like nothing he had ever experienced, the boy's body gripping him like a vice as he was swallowed whole. Emmett hips jerked up involuntarily, burying himself even deeper into that perfect, clutching heat.
For a moment, they were frozen like that, locked together in a moment of pure, white-hot bliss. The world fell away, the only sound their harsh pants and the creaking of the table beneath them. Everything was forgotten except the point where their bodies joined, the slide of sweat-slicked skin against skin, and the electric tingle of nerve endings screaming in overloaded rapture.
[Name] forced his eyes open, wanting to sear this moment into his memory. He wanted to burn the sight of Vale's face into his mind, the way his features twisted in a rictus of agonized ecstasy, a sheen of sweat on his brow. He looked... transcendent, transported to a higher plane of sensation that the boy had only ever glimpsed in fleeting, lesser moments. But this... this was different. This was everything.
After waiting a quarter of minute for them to adjust, [Name] began to move, rolling his hips in a slow grind as Emmett’s dick applied pressure against his prostate with devastating precision. The pleasure was blissful, even with his vast experience. He could feel the inspector's heart pounding against his hand as he laid it on the older man’s chest for support, watching the rapture on Vale's face as he started to ride him with increasing fervor.
Emmett's head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as he surrendered to the pleasure, to the warmness of [Name]'s body. He moved his hands from the younger’s cheeks to his hips, taking him deep and then rising until just the tip remained inside. Then with a swivel of his hips, [Name] would sink back down, impaling himself on every thick inch of the inspector's aching cock.
The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling filled the room, the slap of skin on skin and the boy's breathy moans mingling with the inspector's guttural groans. Emmett could only gaze up at him in awe, watching, transfixed, as the younger man began to lose himself in the throes of passion, body undulating with a grace that was breathtaking.
The sight of [Name] above him, head thrown back in ecstasy, was seared into Vale's mind. He knew he would fantasize about this moment during sleepless nights toll the end of his life, no matter how much he might to forget it.
Lost in the haze of sensation, the inspector acted on instinct, one hand coming up to grasp the hem of [Name]'s shirt after removing the boy’s hand from his sternum. With a sharp tug, he yanked it up and off, baring the smooth expanse of the boy's own chest to his hungry gaze. "Don't stop," he gritted out, voice low with need. "Hell, you feel so good..."
Vale’s calloused fingers found the pebbled peak of one dusky nipple, rolling and plucking at it until it strained towards his touch. The bud tightened further under his ministrations, sending a bolt of sensation straight to the boy's core.
[Name] gasped and arched into Emmett's touch, the inspector's fingers on his nipple sending electric jolts straight to his throbbing cock. He could feel the blood pulsing hot and heavy in the thick vein along the underside, the skin there flushed and feverish. Pre-cum beaded at the swollen tip, dripping down to splatter on the inspector's stomach as the young man continued to ride him with wild abandon.
Sweat matted the boy's hair to his forehead, skin slick and glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights of the interrogation room. The heat between them was intense, their bodies sliding together with the effortless glide of sweat-slicked skin. [Name]'s own hand came down to wrap around his aching cock, stroking in time with the roll and grind of his hips. The sensation of Emmett's fingers on his nipple, plucking and teasing, only added to the overwhelming bliss of being so completely filled and stretched around the inspector's massive girth.
"Want to feel your sperm all inside me... agh, want you to make me come on your fucking cock". The filthy words spilled from his lips, breath coming in ragged gasps as [Name] chased his rapidly approaching climax with single-minded focus.
Vale felt the pressure building at the base of his spine, balls drawing up tight as the pleasure crested, threatening to overwhelm him. "Shit, I'm going to..." he grunted. With a roar, the inspector came as he cock pulsed and jerked, erupting deep inside [Name]. The boy's walls gripped him like a velvet vice, milking his spent cock. Rope after rope of hot, thick seed painted the younger man's insides, flooding his channel with the inspector's release.
But [Name] didn't stop, didn't even slow down as the older man shuddered and spasmed beneath him, lost in the throes of his own climax. If anything, the feeling of Emmett’s hot cum filling him, marking him, only spurred him on. He could feel it, semen sloshing inside him with every bounce of his hips, every stroke of his own weeping cock.
He continued to ride Vale through his orgasm, using the inspector's twitching, spent cock like his own personal fuck toy. His hand flew over his own dick, the wet, obscene sounds of his stroking filling the room along with the creaking of the table beneath them. The pleasure was addictive, caused by the overwhelming fullness of being claimed so completely, inside and out, pushing him rapidly towards his own peak.
[Name]'s body suddenly tensed, a hoarse cry and a litany of curses ripping from his throat before the inspector's name fell from his lips like a prayer. His cock jerked and throbbed in his grip, pulsing as thick ropes of cum splattered against Emmett's stomach and chest, painting both his own hand and the older man with his release.
The boy's body clenched and fluttered around the thick length still buried deep inside him, milking the last drops of seed from the inspector’s spent flesh. The feeling of [Name]'s hot cum splattering his skin, marking him in turn, only added to the overwhelming sense of satisfaction and virile pride that suffused Emmett in the aftermath of their mating.
They remained locked together, chests heaving against each other as they struggled to catch their breath, sweat cooling on their skin and two pairs of eyes half-lidded. The room was filled with the mingled scent of sex and the residual heat of their passion.
[Name] let out a breathless laugh. "Bet the boys in blue out there loved the show," he quipped with a grin while glancing towards the one-way mirror. "Probably just watched the best porn of their boring-ass lives. Lucky bastards."
He felt the inspector's cock twitch inside him at the thought of an audience, and [Name]'s grin widened into a devilish smirk. "Looks like someone's eager for serving an encore performance," he gave a little wriggle of his hips that made them both gasp. "Careful, Inspector. Keep getting this turned on by the idea of an audience, and you’ll end up behind bars due to public indecency yourself.”
Emmett's eyes widened at the joke, but specially at thought of a spectators, a flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. He knew the entire encounter had been recorded, every sordid detail now immortalized on film for all of the VFMP to see, something that’d be guarded forever in the messy archive room of their Bastille.
The inspector would need to secure that tape, to make sure it didn't fall into the wrong hands. But he knew he wouldn't destroy it. No, he couldn't bring himself to erase this perfect, filthy record of their coupling. Instead, Vale would take it with him, hide it away in the privacy of his apartment, to be brought out and savored in private moments of lonely pleasure.
"Careful, boy," he rumbled, voice still rough with satiation. "Keep talking like that and I might just give them a real show. Might bend you over the hood of my car in the parking lot and fuck you in front of these fuckers and everyone in this forsaken city."
Even as he said it, he knew he wouldn't. Couldn't. Not because he cared what they might think, but because he wanted to keep [Name] all to himself, even though he knew that was a definite impossibility.
“Promise?," the younger man asked teasingly, clenching his inner muscles around the thick length buried in his ass. "Bet you'd get off on showing everyone what a dirty old man you are, parading around someone like me."
"But for now," he proceeded as he felt Vale start to harden again, "how about we take this somewhere more private? My place isn't far from here. Unless you want to repeat this public performance?”
Emmett’s jaw clenched and his brows furrowed again, weighing his options as he slicked back the sweaty hair of his forehead.
Noticing the official’s hesitation, [Name] said. “What do you say, Inspector? Ready for round two? And maybe, if keep being good for me like this..." He nipped at the lobe of Emmett’s ear before soothing the sting with his tongue. "I'll let you tie me to the bed and have your way with me all night long, all for free. Would you like that, Valie? Having me at your mercy, completely at your command after I ruined you? Get your payback?"
Vale stared at [Name], a mix of awe, lust and something almost like inner disappointment in his eyes. He had become a beast, a creature of pure sensation and need, and it terrified him. Not because he was afraid of [Name], no - but because he was afraid of what the boy did to him. He had fallen so easily, so completely under [Name]'s spell, becoming just another in a long line of men left thrashed and scattered, utterly obsessed with the insatiable, alluring boy.
The inspector's sense of morality, his unshakable code, had been eroded in a matter of moments, crumbling like sandcastles beneath the tide of his own lust. It shamed him, the ease with which he had succumbed. The official had always prided himself on his control, his ability to stay above the corruption that plagued the city.
Emmett Vale had weathered the storms of Veridian Falls, remained virtuous in a place where everyone else had long since collapse. But it had taken only the caress of a prostitute’s hands, the heat of his body, to shatter the last of Vale's resolve and turn him into an animalistic creature. One touch, and he became just another pawn in [Name]'s game, ready to follow the boy anywhere he led.
But as he looked into [Name]'s eyes, saw the wicked gleam of triumph and satisfaction there, he knew he couldn't resist. Couldn't resist the chance to have the boy at his mercy, to explore the depths of his own dark desires. To lose himself in the comforting warmth and tightness until neither of them could think of anything but the slide of skin on skin and the pulse of pleasure between them.
“Lead the way”, Emmett commanded as [Name] lifted himself up and started dressing his bare body again.
Vale knew that, by dawn, he would have been shaped into a beast of lust and need, his fate now forever tied to the harlot who had ensnared him so completely. One of the last cathedrals would still stand, but it would be forever marked by the fire of [Name]'s touch — he could only hope the few decent men left in the Veridian Falls Metropolitan Police would not have their tenets shattered as effortlessly as his.
Inspector Emmett Vale would be forever changed, a man unmade and reborn in the image of his own darkest fantasies. And [Name] would have claimed another conquest, another thrall to add to his ever-growing harem of the lost and the willing.
Summary: The night was rough and didn’t seem like it would let up. Eventually stumbling upon a strange man. Both of you a bit on edge from the night.
Warnings: Dialogue Heavy, MLM, On The Table, Top Merchant, Merchant Is Flirty, Strangers To Lovers, Reader Referred As “Handsome/Prince”, Blowjob
Characters: Merchant
Category: One-shot
Series: Resident Evil 4 Remake
From constant running, shooting, fighting. You were exhausted. All you wanted was to slump over on some surface and sleep all your worries away. However, to your luck, you needed to fight a little longer.
Just a few minutes ago you had crowned mutant black wolves with a rain of bullets. Their massive teeth tore through their gums as they lay now dormant in the mud. You sighed heavily as you lifted to your feet. The corpses of the creatures littered around where you stood.
It was about to rain, you could smell it in the air and the dark clouds that loomed across the sky was a clear sign that it would storm. You need to find shelter… and soon.
Treading on further your feet led you to a staircase that dipped down within a cave. Wood surrounded the area with a skull of some creature above the double doors. This seemed promising.
Wood creaked beneath your weight as you tread down the stairs. Before your eyes was an open space with docks and wooden floors. A fishing outpost, you assumed. Vacant and empty with life… perfect place for a quick rest to wait out the storm.
You plopped down beside a wooden chest, fatigue ripped through your body the second you sat. Finally you could rest comfortably. And so you did.
…
Stirring awake it felt like an hour had passed. You lifted your head to look around, only something was different. A heavy blanket laid across your body, tucked around your frame.
You tugged it down to lay it in your lap. Confused as to who could’ve possibly put it there.
“Hello handsome…” a thick graveled voice caught your ear. Immediately you snapped your head in the direction of whoever owned such a voice.
“Whoa stranger… no need to get riled up. I ain’t no harm to you.” He let out a heavy chuckle.
“Who are you…? Were you the one who—“
“Tucked you in n’ kissed you goodnight? Suppose… but to answer who I am. I could be many things so to speak…”
“I… thanks? For uhm.” You began to stand to your feet, grabbing the blanket. “This…” you waltzed up to the table where he stood on the other side. Placing the blanket in front of him.
“What brings a sight like you in such a ruined place like this? Hmm…”
“Trying to get out of here with the skin on my back. I’m assuming you can relate?”
“You could say… although I quite like it here. Found home where home isn’t exactly four walls n’ a roof.”
“I can see that…” you let out a small laugh as you looked around the surrounding area.
“But tell me handsome… are you the type to take risks? I can tell by the way you look. Care to prove me roght?” He lent over the table with his thick voice repeating his words in your ear. Letting his bigger form rest into the wood. “Few lads n’ laddies came thru here, all of them not looking quite as dashing as you…”
“I’m surprised there’s a few others… I wasn’t expecting it. Besides you and me.” You gestured towards him and grinned. He smiled back with his eyes. “And uh… seems like you’re pretty set.” You aimed your finger towards the large array of weapons that were mounted for your view.
“You gunna ignore my compliments now?” He pushed himself off the table. Now letting his full height show.
“…sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. From ur looks it seems like a diamond such as urself ain’t used to bein’ shined.”
“No not really…” you gave him a light shrug. He gave a quick chuckle with his blueish grey gaze never leaving you.
“How ‘bout I show you exactly what you deserve. Free of charge.” He stepped back and began to make way through the small shop. Eventually slipping past a doorway and out into the open space you resided in.
“What does that intel exactly..?” You faced him. He stood a foot away from you in that cloak of his. Still masked but easily visible eyes that winked at yours.
“Such a thing like you should get the whole package deal. Besides… think you n’ I both need a bit of a “stress reliever” after this night. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Well we did just meet… plus I don’t exactly know you.”
“These are true. But by that glint in ur eyes and that look on ur face. Tells a story that I can quite easily see… think us bastards lookin’ for something or someone to ease our needs is just what we want.”
You hesitated for a mere moment. Biting your lip and debating on if you should be reasonable or throw morals out the window for this one.
“Christ… what could be the harm. What about this “package deal” you got?” You leaned back into the table. Still facing him.
The man clapped his hands together and gave a heavy chuckle. “Oh I got just what you need.” His gloved hands lifted to his mask, pulling it down to reveal his lopsided grin. It was actually pretty cute. “Shall we prince…?”
…
“God you’re so good at this—“ your head was rolled back with your hand tugging with a hiss every so often on the hood of this stranger.
With your legs resting in his grip he had your length down his throat. Small grunts and groans of pleasure rolled up causing a reverberating sensation making your legs shake just a bit every time.
A slick pop came from his mouth as he was grinning up at you. “How’s it feel handsome?”
“… feels like you’ve done this before-“ between pants and flushed cheeks you look down at him.
“Can’t lie to you and say I haven’t prince.” He chuckled, “Blonde agent that is runnin’ around here needed a little ‘pick me up’ so to speak.”
The large man rose from the floor. The planks creaking under his weight as he stood. His gaze was strong on you. Fixated.
“But you…? Ah, I’m givin’ you the deluxe.”
…
The whole table rocked with each thrust. Every time his length slammed into you hitting that sweet spot deep in your body was sending you over the edge. So much so you could barely talk without your words coming out in struggled moans or long breathy pants.
You swallows heavily, clinging onto him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. When reality he was sending you to the stars.
His mask was back on. Not that you asked for it to be. But somehow seeing less of his face was more appealing, like your mind had to guess what facial expression he was making. His eyes would either close shut as he sped up just for a few seconds. Then open and look straight into your soul as he slowed down. Even digging his hips in deep to simply bury himself in you. That’s when his eyes rolled back.
“Right there is that sweet spot ain’t it?” He groaned. Sliding his full cock out just enough where his head was still inside.
“You… you’re seriously too good at this… holy f-“
He began to fuck you again. One thrust that turned into three then five and then you lost count.
Your mouth hung open as the last word was fucked out of you. Ramming his hips as fast as he could into you. Whether it was to simply shut you up or what. You couldn’t speak again, your sounds of pleasure wouldn’t allow it.
Coming to an end he laid on top of you. His whole body caging you in as he rested himself onto the table you were laying on. He didn’t move, his hips not even an inch away from your skin.
With a few heavy pants and a small deep chuckle he raised himself just enough to look down at your teary face.
Fictober Prompt: Day 4, Forced Proximity
Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ and ‘guy’
Physical Sex: AFAB, neutral wording used except in warnings section
Rating: E/Smut
Warnings: Negan says trans people are hot, Negan being gay, Negan has a dick size fixation, Negan is his own warning, cave in, trapped together, trans reader, trans male reader, vaginal sex, mention of pregnancy possibility but nothing positive, brief masturbation, top Negan and bottom Reader, mention of Reader being thick, mention of future oral sex
Summary: While scouting through a cave system, you and Negan get cut off from the others.
The cave-in happened without a lot of warning. Just enough rumbling for everyone to panic, not nearly enough to get Negan out. The rocks fell, filling the whole passage and leaving the rest of the scout team on the other side while you and Negan stand between the fallen rocks and a natural dead end. You can faintly hear Simon and Regina shouting at the rest to shut up, but nothing beyond that.
You look back at Negan, eyes searching for injuries on your boss. “You good?”
He nods. “Dandy, just fucking dandy.”
“Alright!” Simon shouts from the other side of the rocks. “We’re gonna need some tools, probably wood to prop up the cave, get the fuck back to the truck.”
Negan smirks, leaning against the wall. “That’s my Simon, getting shit done.”
“Still gonna be a while.” You run a hand along the rocks. “Shit’s pretty thick, boss.”
“It ain’t the only thing.” Negan mutters, tilting his head as he looks you over. “Would you be absolutely offended if I said I wanted to stuff whatever hole you got, man?”
“Funny, boss.” You mutter, still scanning the rocks to find some kind of opening.
“You think I’d joke about that?” Negan huffs. “You’re a good lieutenant, don’t get me wrong, but my first pick for you was husband. And since we got a while, well… we might as well, huh?”
You look back at him, finding his face oddly steady as opposed to that typical bullshit expression.
“Now.” He sighs, setting Lucielle aside and starting to unbuckle his belt. “Either I beat it to your handsome fucking face or I get to stick this uncomfortable problem between your legs. But I am gonna get off either way, cause you’ve had me hard for like an hour.”
You watch with a bit of a swirling mind as he pulls himself from his pants and starts to stroke.
“Feel free to jump in.” He groans lightly as his head rests back against the cave wall.
You feel a dryness in your throat, a throbbing below the waist, and the immediate image of your boss fucking you into the rocks beneath your feet.
“Okay…” Your voice comes out scratchy and low enough that, in the back of your mind, you wish it would always sound like that.
He pauses, smiling over at you. “Any boundaries I need to know about?”
You crinkle your brow, not fully expecting him to care about something like that.
“Look, man…” He sighs, shaking out his hand. “You ain’t the first guy in that situation I’ve had and you definitely won’t be the last. All I wanna know is if I can touch everything without a lotta grief or if I should just hold your hips and fuck.”
It surprises you for half a second before you realize that, of course, Negan has not only fucked the occasional non-traditional guy but knows how to make that fuck go over well enough that he can empty his balls. “Second one.” You mutter, unbuttoning your pants.
“I’ll keep that in mind. You okay on your stomach?”
You nod, carefully kneeling on the rocks and pulling your pants down your thighs.
“And as far as I’m concerned your dick would probably be huge.” He chuckles as he takes your hips and guides you to prop them up as you settle on your stomach. “You got the biggest balls kinda attitude, but it’s like you don’t give a shit and that’s hot as fuck for me.”
“Thanks…” You mutter quietly, trying not to feel any particular way about the small affirmation.
“Anytime.” He presses his tip up against you, dragging it gently. “Maybe we can find you a nice big dick so you can fuck me next time. One that suits you, gotta be at least eight inches and nice round nuts for a guy as hot as you.”
He presses in, sinking in one thrust as he groans and squeezes your hips. Your back arches on instinct, the filling sensation making everything throb and heat in seconds. Your hand goes to your mouth as he starts to move, not wanting to make anything echo through the other caves.
“Taking it like a champ.” Negan mutters. “Fuck, I can get real deep with you.” He grinds into you, his balls pressing firmly against your skin. “Ya gotta let me cum inside, baby, it’s too good. Dr. Carson’s got pills and shit, just say I can.”
You nod lightly. “It’s fine, boss.”
“Yeah…” He picks up his pace, hunching over you to get deeper. “That’s my guy, huh? Giving the boss everything he can.”
You press your head against the cool rock floor and bite deep into your hand to keep the sounds at bay. Negan’s good. He knows how to fuck and fuck good. Every shove forward now brings you close and it’s one final thrust that brings Negan over that gets you too. He floods you, warm and already leaking out around his dick as it’s settled as deep in you as it can go. You shutter and groan into your hand as your body milks him dry. The two of you lay for a moment, Negan lowers your hips to rest on the ground and hums into your neck as he rests lightly on top of you.
“Next time we’re stuck, I’m sucking whatever dick you got.” He mutters against your skin, giving you a small kiss. “I know there’s shit to make it bigger, and I’ll be damned if I can’t find something. You got no idea how much I wanna get my mouth around it.”
“You plan on getting us stuck in a cave again?” You mumble, a bit tired from the intensity as you lazily shift under him to get more comfortable.
“You could just come see me.” Negan smiles against your neck. “I’d suck you off anytime.”
Nice to meet you | Hooking up with the small town hunk…
Male OC x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut, Age difference (Reader is 19, OC is 23) car sex, blow job, anal sex, unprotected sex, OC referring to reader as ”slut”…
Summary: What happens when the hunk of a small town meets the not so innocent farmer’s son…
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• He first saw you at the gas station, leaning provocatively against a soda machine dressed in a tight fitting tank top, a pair of jeans shorts so short that they must be straight out of the 80s.
• He wolf whistled at you and you raised your soda can to him. He stepped out of his car and bought a soda for himself and started flirting with you.
• You both had reputations that proceeded you, he was the pool guy who had fucked several unsatisfied wives and husbands. You were the ”innocent and delicate” farmer’s son, or at least that’s how your dad saw you. When actually, while he was busy plowing fields, you were busy getting plowed.
• You ended up getting in to his car and he drove the two of you to an empty field. The two of you got in the backseat and started undressing each other.
• At first you straddled him, kissing his neck as he fingered you open to be able take his thick cock. Soon you started sliding down on his shaft and slowly starting to roll your hips as you rode him.
• And soon his cock was stuffed deep inside you, your legs spead wide touching the car roof, as he thrusted deep in to you making his car rock from side to side. The noises you made as he fucked you were addictive.
• The windows fogged as he roughly plowed you, and soon he had you cumming all over yourself. And soon he spilled is load deep inside your beat up hole.
• You’d get dressed and he’d drive you home, you’d give him your number and you’d agree to do see each other again sometime and see each other again you did…
• The two of you hooking up became a regular occurence. He’d pick you up and you’d drive off to secluded spot to fuck.
• He’d fuck you on the hood of his car, against a tree, in a meadow on a picnic blanket, in a boat out on the lake, basically whatever place the two of you could find.
• You’d come home with dirt and scrapes on your knees telling your dad you’d been helping old ladies plant flowers in their garden. When really you had been on your knees blowing the big cocked pool boy next to the lake after the two of you had gone skinny dipping.
• One night, he’d be at home preparing to go to bed only to receive a text from you asking if he was awake. At first he wanted to text you that he was going to bed and you could fuck some other night.
• But then he’d receive a text saying ”My daddy’s gone to bed” and then it would be followed by a picture of you in bed in only your tighty whities, your hard cock showing through the fabric. Then followed by a text saying ”I left the ladder outside my window”.
• Seeing the picture would immediately made him hard and text you back ”OMW” and he’d get the keys to his car and leave quickly.
• He’d use the ladder you left out for him to climb up to your open window, you’d be laying on your bed still in your underwear. ”You couldn’t just let me in through the front door” he asked.
• ”Where’s the fun in that?” You’d tease as you rolled onto your stomach while pulling down you’re underwear revealing your ass to him. He unbuckled his belt and climbed on to your bed.
• After prep just as he was about to put his dick in he’d ask ”Are you sure your dad won’t wake up?”. To which you’d answer ”He’s a very deep sleeper… and… if he does you better be a good runner”.
• Then he’d be fucking you roughly doggy style as your bed frame rattled and smacked against the wall. You’d be a whining mess beneath him begging him to take you harder.
• He’d whisper things like ”How often do you sneak in older guys to have sex you while daddy sleeps, huh?” and ”Does daddy know you’re a dirty little slut? How it’d break his heart”.
• He’d slap your ass as he plowed you into the matress as you clutched the sheets for dear life as his monster cock wrecked your insides. He’d have you cumming several times that night until there was a big puddle of your seed beneath you.
• And once he’d stuffed you full of cum, he’d pull out of you. He’d stand up from the bed and start getting dressed as you weakly sat up on the bed breathing heavily. He’d give you kiss on the cheek, say ”Goodnight” and climb out of your window and down the ladder.
• A couple days later when your father was thinking of getting a new farmhand as the work was becoming too much, you’d know just who to recommend.
• He’d get the job and your dad would be fawning over how good he was at it, not knowing that during his breaks he’d sneak of to the house to fuck his boss’s son.
Summary: You are a big fan of the flash. His victories, comedic humor, and just him in general. Although lucky enough for you, you were dating the same man who hated the hero with a passion. And lucky for you, he had found your favorite flash T-shirt…
Inside the nice, decently sized, shared apartment, you had just got done with the laundry. A few of your shirts laid out across the bed, one being your favorite Flash shirt. It was simple. A red T-shirt with his logo smacked onto the chest. Not anything too crazy, it was simple and perfect for you.
“Kay… that just makes.. oh right.” You passed the bed to head back out into the hallway. You remembered the pair of sweats you had left on the living room couch.
In your small absence, the bedroom window that led out to the fire escape slowly inched open. A tall, Australian man maneuvered himself inside with a grunt. One foot over the other, he ducked inside.
“Honey! I’m ho—“ Digger choked on his own words as his gaze fell onto the bed. He immediately saw that dreaded logo.
“George?” He heard your voice call back to him from the living room down the hallway, and then your bare footsteps leading into the room.
It took you a minute of confusion as to why the man didn’t even acknowledge you, until you followed his eyes to meet the shirt that lay perfectly framed on the bed. Your heart sank immediately.
“George… it’s not anything crazy.” You took a single step towards him. He threw a hand up in your direction, palm out.
“Hog wash! Don’t say a word. I have to sulk a little longer…”
“George.” You said his name with more seriousness. “The earth is still spinning. You’re not going to die over the fact I own one shirt.” You raised one finger upward.
“Right right, one shirt!” He raised a finger himself, then dropped it to point at your chest. “To show your dedication of betrayal!”
“Oh come on! You’re so childish. I have my own interests other than you!”
“Bloody hell! Y’know love bug, if I could make you obsessed with me? I would.” The captain took a step forward. His facial expression wavered between seriousness and that dumb smile he always had.
“That’s self centered.” You shrugged, “And maybe… oh, narcissistic.”
“Well call me a narcissist babe! Cuz that’s the reality I want tah be livin’ in!” He pressed his fingers into his chest then swayed them out expressively.
“You’re lucky I don’t just kick you out of the apartment.”
“You don’t have the guts to do that.” He replied.
“Seriously?” You cross your arms over your chest, angrily staring in his direction.
“As serious as a heart attack.” He clutched his heart. You rolled your eyes.
“Now about this…” he reached for the shirt, lifting it like some piece of trash.
“Just drop it. It’s a shirt.” You walked around the bed to meet him at his side, reaching for the shirt. The Australian raised it higher.
“Don’t.” You pointed up at him.
“Don’t what, sweetheart?” A sly smirk tugged on his cheeks as he looked down at you.
“I swear to god George, if you—“
Without any hesitation, nor real care, the man tossed the shirt out the open window. Both of you were standing still as you watched it disappear until it was out of sight. Your eyes still lingered at the open window. You could already sense that grin of his, and you even debated on knocking a punch into his stomach.
“Ooh! Ohh no!” He swayed his head back and forth, looking at the window then back at you. “Aw that really sucks mate. It just slipped I guess? Cant help these sorry hands.” The Aussie raised said hands, smiling victoriously at his little accomplishment.
“You have got to be kidding me… you really have the nerve to throw out one of my favorite shirts and to—“
“Oh for cryin’ out loud! It’s just a bloody worthless shirt!” He snapped back.
“Not when you spend thirty bucks for it!”
“Oh, what a shame…” he sympathetically nodded with a pouty lip “You were scammed too.”
“Get out.”
“Ahh you love me too much to be kickin’ o’l boomer out!”
“I would literally pay to have you gon— hey!”
“Blah blah blah! Our little adventures say otherwise!” His hands were at your hips. It didn’t really shock you until he lifted you and planted your back onto your bed, with himself crawling on top of you.
“Besides babe, you said it yourself! It’s just a shirt!“ He mocked your voice while waving his hands a bit.
“I’m going to actually kill you.” You looked up at him. Your body was pinned between his legs from the sides of your chest down. Thankfully in this position you had free will of your arms, although knowing George, that won’t be for long.
“You seem upset. Y’know, I have a cure for boys who are down in the well.” His hand pointed down, “Can you take a guess at what that is?” The red heads eyes trailed down, slowly to his crotch.
You scoffed at him. “You’re an idiot…”
“Pssh, I’m gunna make that sweet throat of yours sore doll face! And I jus’ know how much you’re gonna love it.”
…
The bed creaked with the constant rhythm. Beating against the wall with each thrust of the headboard hitting it. There you were, your hands digging into Harkness’s inner thighs as he positioned himself on top of you, and your legs spread with his muscular arms clutching onto the bed sheets.
The Aussie strung out his groans, letting them roll from the back of his throat in that thick accent of his. You had your eyes screwed shut as he plowed his dick into your mouth.
“Fuck me…! How you doin’ down there doll face?” He paused for just a second with his cock completely down the entirety of your throat. You had your nose scrunched as you attempted to glare, but it was impossible in your position.
He grinned wider, obviously happy to see you like this. “Yeah I bet The Flash couldn’t have done this to yah, huh?” Digger dragged out his name with distaste. If anything it only made him angry. The man’s brows furrowed and he shook his head.
“He’s a pain… In. My. Ass.” Each word was followed with a buck of his hips until he slipped his inches from your throat. You coughed a bit from the absence.
“You’re a pain… in mine.” You add with your voice a bit rough whilst rubbing your
Adam's apple. Slowly you maneuvered from underneath him.
“A pain in your ass? Hmm, let’s really make that happen.” The tall Australian tossed one of your legs up onto his shoulder. He met his hand with your backside. You yelped, not expecting the harsh smack.
“Christ Boomer!” You lightly shoved at his shoulder. This only egged him on further as the Aussie grinned.
“Y’know what I’m still seeing? You, bein’ a little brat. And Boomer here doesn’t like that.” His pointer finger pressed into your chest, a bit harshly.
“Sorry to burst your bubble princess, but I’m pissed off at you.” You said back to the man above you.
“You’ll be beggin’ for my dick in the next few minutes. Rather than weeping over a damn shirt!” George grinned.
“Fuck you Harkness.”
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“Please…! Don’t you dare fucking stop—! Mmngh—!”
Your back was pressed against the cool glass of your apartment window. The moon casting overhead framed your body in a white highlight while Boomer had his sadistic grin shown proudly by the moonlit sky.
His rough fingers dug into the skin of your thighs. The tall Australian had been at this for around twenty minutes, and he didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
“Already cryin’ babe? Man, n’ we’ve only been at this… for only…”
You let out a rolling groan with your gaze falling back along with your head. Your own fingers did their damage, scratching into the man’s tatted back as you branded him. He bit his lip with a smirk.
“That’s it… yeah that’s it… keep ripping into me like that. Makes me feel like a… bloody lion!”
“You’re so… st—upid!” Your voice cut halfway with a moan.
“Take a look at yourself! Sopping… over my cock, this dick that’s ruining you…!” He slowed his thrusts to a complete stop. “You could say you’re the one becoming stupid.” His body shifted slightly as he readjusted his grip. His hand grabbed onto your chin, with those fingers pressing into your cheeks.
“I love seein’ you like this…” He said with a grin, “Sloppin’ over me. Beggin’ for me.” His voice filled with growing confidence. Harkness killed for the idea of somebody quaking under his touch, and then he found you.
Obviously, it doesn’t take out the fact that you have made this man clutch onto the sheets as he buried his face into a pillow. But right now was different. He was more aggressive, meaner, more self-centered. He was pissed off that you, his boyfriend, were obsessing over another man that wasn’t him. That man being The Flash no less.
“Y’know…” he looked over your shoulder to the city behind you,
“somebody could be watchin’ our little lustful party, eh? Bet you would like that wouldn't cha?” He shook your face a bit, before tossing it to the side. You gridded your teeth, ignoring the forcefulness.
“Actually… I just had a brilliant idea!” The man lifted you, letting his inches slide right out.
You wined, upset that he was stopping. So you thought. Thats when you felt your back meet with warm sheets, your sheets. He let you down, releasing your body so you could lay freely. Then he stepped away.
“Digger…?” You stood up, curious to see what he was doing.
The Australian turned back towards you. Your eyes began at his gaze, then a smile. Continuing downward to his chest, arms, and hands. Which held onto a phone. As soon as it registered what he was doing a quick flash of light flicked from the device.
“Harkness! Are you insane..!?” Your hands ripped up one of your blankets. Immediately draping it over you.
“What? I’m not going to send it or anythin’!” He rolled his eyes and slouched his shoulders. “Besides, don’t you like the idea? Bein’ humiliated n’ all?”
“Shut up.” You dropped your eyes to the floor.
“Struck a nerve hmm? Hit a sensitive spot?” He tapped his fingers around the phone case, “well, I have an even more brilliant idea than the last!”
He walked over to the dresser, which is where your bedroom tv sat on top. He angled the phone perfectly towards the bed, propping it up. Then a beep was heard. He was recording.
“Now!” He clapped his hands together, “Let’s give the people a show!”
Without any retorts you could slip in, the man was on you within seconds. Grabbing the blanket, tossing it, grabbing your wrists, pinning them to the bed at the sides of your head.
He looked like an animal. Hungry for you, desperate to teach you a lesson to make himself feel better.
“I’ll show you a few things that bloke could’ve never done to you.” His raspy voice made your spine tingle. The sound of it, knowing he was speaking to you like that made your body light up.
“Fuck…”
“Ready to cry for me? Eh love?”
…
It had probably been hours that passed. Men groaning and the headboard hitting the wall over and over again ripped through the rooms original silence. His cock was deep inside of your needy hole, thrusting ruthlessly as he kept saying nasty things about Barry. “He can never touch you.” “Think he’d make you scream like that?” Or, “Get louder, he might be able to hear yah.”
Your legs were bent as far as they could go, resting on the rims of his shoulders as he plowed into you. You were helpless, your hands pinned above your head as your glossy eyes and gasping mouth breathed out his name repeatedly. He loved it. He loved all of it. Harkness was definitely going to rewatch that video again and again when he got the chance, just to hear you sobbing his name.
The idea made his thrusts quicken.
And you were reaching your breaking point, “Pl—ease…! I… I can’t— I’m..! Nnnhhh— fuuuuck!”
“Another…? Aahh shit— C’mon then, come again… let’s add that to the board.” His fingers dug into the crook of your legs.
Your head rolled back, and now you could really see how sweaty you had gotten. The sheets beneath you had an obvious stain. Lost in thought while being ruthlessly pounded,Harkness sought opportunity, and took it.
With your neck fully exposed like that he ducked down and without any second thought his teeth bit into your skin. This sent you over the edge. Your stomach popped and everything came pooling out of you.
From your irritated cock, thick strings roped across your stomach, meeting at your chest. Harkness continued although growing sloppy with his rhythmic thrusts. It was only a few more until he was cumming inside you you, getting a few more desperate humps until he was completely exhausted and flopped on top of your shaking body.
“We… are doing this… again….” Digger breathed.
You looked down, seeing the man resting his head on your chest. Strands of his loose hair kissed the skin of your torso. With a smirk, you let your hand softly comb through his hair.
“Whatever you say… asshole…” you let your eyes shut. With one big exhale, the two of you relaxed.
It hadn’t crossed neither of your minds that the phone was still recording. But who cares? Might as well record the aftermath. Or, if your hungry boyfriend decides for round two. It’ll all be caught on camera.
The engine’s off, but the air inside the car is thick with heat.
Maybe it’s the Georgia sun beating down on the windshield. Maybe it’s the way Nick’s sitting next to you, legs spread, arms folded, that perpetual scowl stitched into his face like it’s part of his damn wardrobe. Or maybe it’s because the two of you can’t stand each other and Coach, in all his wisdom, decided that meant you should be the ones stuck guarding the car while the others scavenge.
You shift in the backseat seat, knee brushing his. He doesn’t move.
“You could at least try not to take up the whole goddamn car.”
Nick tilts his head, smirking without looking at you. “Sweetheart, this is Jimmy Gibbs Jr.’s car. I’m just treating it with the respect it deserves.”
“By treating it like your personal recliner?”
He finally turns to look at you, blue eyes sharp, unreadable. “You jealous or just desperate for attention?”
You scoff, crossing your arms. “Please. I wouldn’t even touch you with my shotgun.”
“Bold talk for someone stuck with me in here for the next two hours.” His eyes flick downward for a beat too long—to your mouth, then your throat. The way his gaze lingers makes your skin crawl, but not from discomfort.
He notices. Of course he does.
You lean back, the seat creaking beneath you. “What? I’m not the one staring.”
Nick shifts in his seat, elbow brushing yours now, purposefully slow. “No, but you’re not exactly looking away either.”
The silence that follows is different—thick, charged. There’s no radio, no gunfire, no moaning infected to distract from the thrum of your pulse. Just the faint tick of the engine cooling and the sound of Nick breathing, close enough that you can feel it.
“You always pick fights with people you want to sleep with?” you murmur, voice low, dangerous.
Nick’s grin curls like smoke. “Only when I think it’ll work.”
There it is. The spark in his eye, the shift in the air, like a storm gathering just beneath the surface.
Your breath hitches. You don’t move when his fingers brush your knee. You should slap his hand away. You should tell him to fuck off. You don’t.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” you whisper.
Nick leans in, voice rough. “Show me how dangerous honey.”
You don’t remember leaning in, but suddenly your faces are too close, the heat of his breath on your cheek, the line between irritation and desire practically evaporated. It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s inevitable.
When your lips crash into his, it’s fire and gasoline—too much teeth and too much want. He grabs your waist like he’s been dying to, like he’s claiming victory. Your fingers tangle in his shirt, pulling him closer even as your mind screams that this is a terrible idea.
But god, it feels so good to be wrong.
The windows fog. The world disappears. All that’s left is the ache, the tension, and Nick annoying, cocky, infuriating Nick tangled up in you like you’re the only thing that’s ever made him shut up.
The moment your mouths crash together again, everything else vanishes morality, logic, the goddamn apocalypse. It’s just you and Nick and the heat clawing up your spine like wildfire.
He groans into your mouth when you tug at his shirt, nails digging into his side like you’re trying to anchor yourself. Nick is all hands now—rough palms skating over your thighs, your waist, gripping like he’s scared you’ll disappear before he gets enough. But you’re not going anywhere. Not now.
He climbs over, settling between your legs like he owns the space. Like he owns you. His weight pins you to the seat, his hips grinding down just enough to make your back arch, a moan slipping out before you can stop it.
“Fuck,” he mutters, voice gravel and heat, “you sound better than I imagined.”
You shove his jacket off his shoulders, frantic, your hands all over his chest, his stomach, needing to feel. His shirt unbutton with your urgency, and your fingers trail over the skin just above his belt, making him shiver.
He’s not gentle. You didn’t want him to be.
When his mouth moves to your neck, you tilt your head back, letting him bite, suck, mark. Your legs wrap around his waist as he grinds against you harder now, the friction maddening. The windows are fogged, the leather seat sticking to your skin, but neither of you care.
You fumble at his belt—he helps, cursing under his breath when your fingers brush him through his boxers. The smugness fades from his face for a split second, replaced with raw hunger.
“You wanna keep dry fucking me or are we doing this?” you tease, voice breathless, lips swollen.
He grabs your jaw, tilting your head to meet his eyes. “I’m gonna ruin you, sweetheart.”
Your clothes hit the floorboard, disheveled and forgotten. His fingers find you first, slipping between your thighs with practiced ease, testing, teasing, slick and ready. Your hips buck into his hand, and he smirks again but softer this time. Almost reverent.
“Christ… look at you,” he whispers. “You really hate me that much, huh?”
You reach down, wrapping your hand around him. He hisses through his teeth, bucking into your palm. “Shut up and fuck me, Nick.”
The first thrust is fast and unforgiving, but it’s exactly what you both need. The car rocks slightly with each thrust, your fingers dig into his back, nails raking down hard enough to leave marks. He buries his face in your shoulder, breath ragged, voice filthy in your ear.
“You feel—fuck—feel so good. Fuckin’ perfect…”
You can barely respond, too caught in the rhythm, the stretch, the way every thrust makes your breath catch. You cling to him, wrap your legs tighter, drag him deeper.
It builds fast—heat curling in your gut, tension wound so tight you can barely think.
Nick kisses you again, all tongue and desperation. “Come on sweetie,” he growls, “come with me. Let me feel it.”
You fall apart around him with a strangled cry, nails digging into his shoulders, hips jerking helplessly. He follows with a low, guttural groan, spilling into you as his rhythm falters, hips twitching through the aftershocks.
Silence falls, broken only by the sound of panting and the ticking engine.
His forehead rests against yours, and you’re both still tangled up, sweat-slick and breathless.
Summary: You found yourself with a group of survivors, for a few weeks now, during this horrid outbreak. It’s pretty obvious one of the younger members has the hots for you.
Characters: Ellis
Series: Left 4 Dead 2
Content: Smut
Occasionally you’d hear the distant scream or fight between two infected zombies as you sat next to the safe house door. Its iconic metal bars that only allowed an arm or many slip in so you could shoot them off if you pleased.
However it wasn’t that kind of morning. You were minding your business, quietly soaking in the silence for as much as you could until the rest of your new found group would slowly stir awake.
Looking around the safe room it was no hotel. But from the looks, this little posse found home within the corners or slumped next to countertops as a means of rest.
One of the men in the group caught your eye. He called himself Ellis. And boy was he a piece of work.
Great fighter, but he had a mouth. Not that it was horrible or anything. You actually really enjoyed it and would even consider saying it was “cute” but the other three would disagree. Especially considering they were much older than you two.
Many attempts would fail or succeed in trying to show off and impress you like a male competing for attention when it came to Ellis. Running past a tank waving his hands like a maniac or shotgunning a jockey clean out of the sky as it took a leap towards Coach. He was absolutely crazy to impress you, but you secretly loved it.
And here you were, catching yourself staring at his broad shoulders as he slept on his side. His hat tossed onto the floor letting his short brown hair see the light.
Your eyes snapped away every second he’d mumble something in his sleep, or move in the slightest bit. Mildly horrified that he’d wake up, roll over, and see you staring at him like a psycho.
Unfortunately one of the times he stirred in his rest he finally woke up. Slowly coming to his senses again as he did.
“Mmmgh…” Ellis grumbled quietly. You could barely catch him cursing under his breath as he sat up with his face in his hands.
You took this chance to sneak another look before turning your head away. Your gaze looking up through the bars towards the sky, the sun was rising.
“Psst…! Hey! You awake?” A southern whisper drew you back to meet his tired gaze. Despite just waking up, he had a small smile twisting onto his face.
“Yeah…” you whispered back, “Have been.”
“Did you get any shut-eye?” His grin swapped to concern within seconds. You held back your small laugh.
“Yes, not a lot. I get scared of the dark.” You teased. He, of course, took it literally.
“Aw man, ain’t nothin’ the dark to be scared of! Just the nasty shit that comes outta it!”
Nick rolled in his slumber. Making both of us freeze in hopes he out of all the adults would stay asleep the longest. Ellis looked at the gambler then to you before tapping his surrounding with his hands until his hat was found and returned back to its rightful head.
Slowly the hick scooted across the carpet floor till he had his back against the same wall you were. He looked over, grinning like a teen as if he had just successfully snuck out of his window to see his lover in the night.
“I uh… s- so by any chance uhm.” Ellis bit his lip. His sudden demeanor swapping out with a more embarrassed expression. “I’m just gunna cut right to the chase here. Have you ever… kissed… a boy? Before? N’ it could be just once or never because now I’m just makin’ shit up as if you had already. Even once…”
“Whoa… okay. First off, yes. Second off, take a well deserved chill pill dude.”
“Sorry… I talk when the nerves get all riled up. I’m very riled up right now. M’hearts beating million miles per second.” He let out a small laugh and gestured towards his chest in a swirling motion with his hands.
You decided to take his hand in yours. “Nerves can be… overwhelming. Especially when you don’t know the outcome.”
“…yeah…” Ellis slowed as he looked deeply towards you.
“And your heart races when you think you’re doing something stupid.”
“Right… right.”
“But… your heart slows down, and you let out a heavy sigh of relief when you realize it’s actually not stupid at all.”
Ellis let out a heavy sigh. Nodding his head at each word that slipped past your lips. You could tell he was staring.
“Especially when…” you looked towards him finally. Practically seeing his breath hitch in his throat as you did. “You have the right idea… Ellis.”
Both of you slowly itched closer to one another. Ellis’ eyes heavy while you kept yours on his lips.
Within seconds you’d meet and hopefully not wake the others around you with your clash of desires. Especially with all the pent of energy of trying to survive and keep your head. It really got thick under your skin after days of working to make it. If you’d make it at all.
Finally you closed your eyes. Feeling his lustful breath hit your lips, leaving your skin with a tingle and a drop to your stomach.
“Boys…” a gentle voice made both you and Ellis snap away in seconds. Your hearts pounding out of your chests as you both collectively looked across the safe room to see Rochelle grinning at the two of you.
“Sorry to interrupt. But…the other two are about to get up.” She pointed at Coach who ironically let out a booming yawn that immediately woke up the man in the suit.
A string of curses followed from Nick as he slowly got up. Swinging his arms and bending his back with a crack that followed.
Ellis bolted up from the wall. Up on his feet within seconds like a deer spotting danger.
“You guys ready to—“ He cleared his throat. Attempting to fake a cough which came out in a weird breathy wheeze. “Head out?”
“Yeah? Jeez I just woke up and already everyone is a pain in my ass.”
“Shut up Nick.” Coach verbally spat in his direction.
“Ya know, without us? You’d be one dead sad corpse on the street Nick.” Ellis grinned at the taller man. Nick rolled his eyes in retort.
“C’mon boys, it’s time I babysit you four.” Rochelle laughed to herself.
As the group began to gear up and ready themselves for the next big clash of the living and the undead Ellis waltzed up beside you as you tinkered with some ammo.
“N’ uhh for the record… I ain’t never kissed a boy.” He whispered. His breath rolling down your neck, whether it was intentional or not it still made your spine shiver.
“But… I’d uhm. I’m just sayin’ we should find a more private place to… y’know.”
“You’re talking about kissing like it’s sex Ellis.” You couldn’t help but grin at his face drop at the mention of the big “S” word.
“You uhhh… are you saying—“
“Alright you two youngins! Let’s get a move on!” Coach beckoned from the door. The other two members of the group already outside and blasting zombies to bits.
The two of you looking over your shoulders you leaned in whispering into the southern boys ear.
Without waiting for his response you treaded past him and out the door ready for what today had to bring. Ellis stood there for a few more minutes. His neck feeling hot and face even hotter.
What you said sent a crashing wave of lustful thoughts that made him wish the two of you were alone right then and there. Instead he ran out the door, shotgun in hand and ready to impress you some more.
…
Hours had passed already. From the sweet calm safe room to out on the streets of this hell. Zombies came in hordes and that was only the beginning of the bloodshed.
You and Ellis with your collective luck managed to be on the opposite side of an oil truck exploding perfectly separating the two youngest from the three oldest.
“Shit! Hordes coming in Ellis!” You shot at any oncoming infected while the hick mildly panicked.
“Alright! We’re gunna meet you at the mall! Now don’t move on till we—!”
“Ellis we’ve got to go! Now!” You shouted over your shoulder. Bullets flew from your smg as you gripped the trigger like it was a lifeline.
Ellis jumped down to your side, taking out a few zeds with his shotgun. You felt his hand wrap around your wrist. He began to pull you away from the active war zone as best he could. The two of you zipping past cars and buildings until you laid eyes on a gas station.
“Move your ass! Straight ahead!” You were now in the lead. Ellis following straight behind as the two of you booked it towards the quiet station.
Glass broke under your shoes as you ran inside. Quickly ducking back into the “employees only” area of the store. You two stood there for a few seconds, panting like dogs after the heavy amount of sprinting that had ensued.
“Jesus… felt like that was our last breathin’ moments.” Ellis slumped into a wall. Letting himself slowly drag down until he sat on the tile floor.
“Yeah… yeah I… that was pretty scary.” You fell down to rest your beating legs. It felt like you had just ran a mile under thirty seconds.
“I say we rest up. Don’t wanna risk our tails second time round. You down?”
“Down.” You plopped down by his side. Wishing you had something to ease your mind from this unfortunate situation.
Silent moments passed. You had your head resting against the wall while you trailed off in thought. Although Ellis, being Ellis, decided to spark up a conversation.
“You uhm… earlier this mornin’ you said you had kissed a boy before.”
“You’re still on about that?” You turn your head to look into those soft, curious eyes.
“Well I mean. Shit. Look I… I don’t know what I like no more. First it was all about girls. Then I met you n’… things changed— my mind changed?”
“Look Ellis. I’ve kissed tons of people before. Some I regret some I don’t but that’s besides the point. It’s just what I like. Maybe you’re the same way.”
“Same way?”
“You probably like both. Just because you suddenly got the hots for me doesn’t exactly mean you’re gay.”
“Huh…” Ellis flipped off his hat. That cute short hair blessing your view once again.
“You want to find out?” You scooted closer. Closing the small gap between the two of you.
“Yeah I’d… really like that… y’know.” Ellis swallowed back his fears. You huffed out a gentle laugh before reaching out to cup his cheek.
His skin was rough but his features were soft. It was cute watching him clear his throat to hold back his shaken breaths as you crept your lips closer to his.
“You sure about this?” You were one more step away from kissing the hick. Ellis nodded his head before words slipped past his lips.
“You know I ain’t much of a man who’s used to bein’ on the receiving end of a kiss. Not like this exactly… but— but course I done did plenty of kissin’ it’s jus’ with you— mgh!”
You couldn’t help it. Halfway through his sweet little rant you thought it would just be best for your ears to shut him up in the best possible way. Ellis immediately took a liking within seconds though.
The man leaned into it, deepening the kiss as best he knew how. Taken back you fumbled a bit in your kiss as he practically pressed his whole body into you. It was a bit shocking but not really. You had to admit he was pretty damn good.
He was the first to pull away. Eyes widened and a small smirk tugged on his cheek. “Holy. Shit.” Ellis stood up from the wall, taking in the room around the two of you.
“I could work wit this.” Ellis nodded his head while rubbing his chin. You couldn’t help the look of confusion that flooded your features as you looked up at him.
“What are you talking about this time?”
“I was thinkin’ we got ‘Nough privacy don’t we? Well maybe we could…” Ellis dropped his head to scratch the back of his neck. His bigger self shrinking as he grew embarrassed once again.
“Are you asking me to have sex with you?”
“Well don’t jus’ say it like that! I want to make love with you. Not jus’ fuck one another n’ call it a night. Sure this ain’t no romantic rose petal infested bedroom but…” Ellis trailed off. Using his hands in abundance to talk for him.
“Shh, I get your point.” You stood up from sitting on the floor. “I like you too.”
“Just… like? Really…?”
“We’ll figure it out later. I’m convinced you aren’t entirely sure about this.”
“Only one way to find out. C’mere.” Ellis took a step back, sitting on the table behind him. That grin returning back to his face.
…
Your clothes were strung about the small space. Ellis’ hat thrown onto the floor along with your pants and shirt just beside it.
Ellis had bent you over the table, prepping you from behind as you rested your head in your arms. Your stomach fluttered and your eyes felt heavy as his fingers slowly slid in and out.
“Feelin’ good up there?” You could practically hear the smile from his voice.
You nodded and gave a “mhm” with furrowed brows. Getting a bit impatient you began to spread your legs a little more for him, hoping he’d catch the idea.
He did. With a simple click of his tongue his fingers retreated back and you now felt both his hands grip tightly onto your waist. Ellis’ rough callused palms practically dug into the tender bits of your skin. Christ it felt good.
“Now… I haven’t done this in practically a century. So don’t judge me on my—“
“I think it’ll feel good no matter. So why don’t we find out? Tough guy.”
That name set him off like fireworks on the fourth. His grip on your waist tightened and you could now feel him guide himself inside slowly.
You rolled your head forward into your arms again. Letting yourself feel every inch of him connecting with you.
“Fu—ck! Jumping Jesus you feel… holy sh—!” Ellis’ voice choked back with a rolling moan as he fully slid inside. His eyes glazed over where he was inside you up towards his hands. He squeezed and you let out a moan of your own.
“God I gotta start… but— you ready? I… I can…”
Looking over your shoulder you met with his eyes. So soft and caring it made your entire body feel warm despite the cold that crawled up your skin with the lack of clothing. You nodded, reaching a hand back to grab his wrist and squeeze.
“Go on…” you breathed. He nodded while lowering his gaze back down to your ass.
Beginning slow he slid out then back in a few times until he began to quicken his pace. Still looking at him and his adorable expression you began to smile softly.
Ellis had his brows furrowed with a somewhat saddened expression. His mouth hung open a bit with the occasional “fuck” or southern saying. Eventually he really got into it.
His hips thrusting into your backside causing that sweet sound of skin slapping against skin. You readjusted slightly, now instead of laying on the table you propped yourself up to get better leverage.
The hick took this as the perfect opportunity to raise his grip higher. Wrapping his arms around your chest as he began to shoot his hips into you. Moaning and grunting like animals.
You turned your torso a bit to face him better. Both of you immediately clashing lips like it was your last day on earth. Few more minutes passed with a few more following thrusts that began to stagger and fall less consistently.
The universal sigh he was close, you could tell. And as if he could read your mind his voice blurted out in a groan.
“I’m… so so fuckin’ close—! So close… I’m gunna— hah do you—?”
“Do it—!” You managed to choke out past your constant ring of moans that rolled up your throat with each following thrust that met your skin.
“Fuck fuck fuck!!!” Ellis clutched onto you like a lifeline as he buried himself into you as deep as he possibly could.
The weight of him rolling into you made you both lay onto the table. You felt every string of his release within you. Out of all the bullshit you’d been through both of you definitely needed this.
Ellis lifted himself from off your back, panting like he was before when the two of you had first found this place. You looked over your shoulder wondering what he was thinking.
“We are definitely doin’ this again…” Ellis smiled down at you before peppering your shoulders and neck in kisses.
“No doubt about it…” you exhaled with a smile.
“So does this make us—“
Ripping through the calm silence of the gas station around you was that terrible noise of a car alarm blaring. Both you and Ellis stopped everything to clean up as fast as you could. In the speed of the moment neither of you cared who put on what article of clothing as you both began to sprint out the gas station once again.
BOUNES:
An hour had passed officially. You and Ellis casually strolling up to the mall like you hadn’t just fought an army of the undead within the past hour. And other things…
Rochelle, standing outside the safe room door, immediately spotted the two of you. Running up with open arms. Clutching into the two with a small sob.
“You boys ain’t never leaving my sight again!” She pulled back taking a good look at the grime and sweat on your faces.
You both shared a smile at the news reporter.
“Jesus kids what the hell where you both doin?” Coach waltzed up beside Rochelle, just as concerned as she was for your well being.
“Great family reunion.” Nick scoffed. “But can we address the fact that you’re wearing Ellis’ shirt.”
Nick pointed towards you. Your face and stomach felt the rush of embarrassment. You also had just realized… you were wearing Ellis’ shirt and he was wearing yours.
