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ABOUT ME!!
I go by the name Layla but I use ALL pronouns and I'm genderfluid :3
My main interest is Marble Hornets, but I also love MLP, Zelda, Sally Face (OMG SF 2 IS COMING AHHH), Monster (the anime), FNAF, Resident Evil and a lot more..
Fav characters are: Alex Kralie (who would've thought..), Jessica Locke (love her SO much!!), Jay Merrick, Twilight Sparkle, Derpy, and FNAF 1 chica!!
REQUESTS!!
I write:
(currently) only Marble Hornets + Laughing Jack!
- x reader (Fem and GN)
- literally any character from MH, though I'd say I'm bad at characterising Seth so... request him with the warning that he might be very ooc
- i get extra giddy about Alex requests..
- SFW and NSFW
- crack fics!
- love writing non romance, silly stuff (like a fic about the mh cast going shopping at your local supermarket)
- angst, hurt/no comfort, tragedy
- dubcon
I don't write:
- rape/non con
- anything with piss/scat/vomit
- x amab reader NSFW (I probably will one day but atm im not educated enough to write solid smut so please excuse this :<)
- jay x fem!reader (he's gay!!!)
Anywaysss.. my ask box is open for pretty much anything!!
MY GAME
I'm making a Marble Hornets visual novel for funsies and you can always ask questions about this OR make recommendations/tell me what you'd like to see<3
See post about DEMO here:
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(Minors do not interact!!)
Please note that this game was made
[hinted Alex x GN!Reader, can be Alex & GN!Reader too]
[Gun, Violence, MDNI]
[This is kinda just me analysing Alex' character]
You were looking for the final clue, but someone didn't want you to find it.
"Don't fucking move." He huffs, his chest heaving as he points the weapon at you, slowly stalking closer.
Your hands are up in the air, your feet glued to the floor with your knees shaking violently. Even if you wanted to run, you couldn't. Your body is frozen and your eyes are stuck on the tall form of the man slowly getting closer to you. The world only blurrs through the droplets of tears forming at the sides of your eyes.
This isn't supposed to happen. Not now, not when you're this close to discovering what happened to Brian. You just needed this one, final tape and you'd solve this whole mess.
But Alex was faster than you expected, getting to the location barely seconds before you could enter the building. After that it didn't take long to find you and scare you into a corner to have you whimpering at gunpoint.
"Stay like this." Alex whispers, his voice wavering. He stops barely inches away from you, his eyes flickering down to your quivering lip.
Metal is pressed against your forehead in the blink of an eye, roughly, carelessly. It's scratching open the thin layer of skin on your face, drawing blood.
Your gazes meet when your face scrunches up in pain and you can't help but stare for a moment. Stare at the strange glint in his dilated pupils, something you could only call inhumane determination.
You know what he wants. He wants to blow your brains out, leave your corpse rotting here until that lanky, strange creature comes to take you. You've seen the tapes and what he's done to the others, you knew you'd be his next victim.
Yet you came to the abandoned house you know Alex goes to daily, just because that stupid tape is hidden somewhere in this wrecked shithole, somewhere between the bricks and planks.
The gun pressed between your eyes was nothing but your own fault. You knew Alex had gone mad by now, that there was nothing that would stop him from murdering everyone haunted by that disease. Even though he was the one carrying it in the latest stage..
"You're also sick, Alex.", you begin in a shaky, quiet tone, your words so faint you're afraid they might drown in the tension between you.
But he hears them, you see it in the way his eyes narrow and the gun twitches against your sore skin.
"I know.", he grunts, staring at your collarbone.
His tone changes in the vulnerability and you catch your breath in a moment of hope, continuing your talk.
"What are you planning..", your voice grows stronger with the next words. "Killing yourself?"
He shoots you a glare, his eyes wavering with a foreign emotion as he meets your gaze.
"Yes.", he swallows and you watch his adams apple bop, "After I'm done."
He can't be truly this naive, can he?
"You'll never be done, Alex." You spit, your breath coming out in ragged breaths as you finally confront the man who has been tormenting you.
"There are too many!", you scramble with the fabric of your pants, frantically searching for the knife you stuffed into one of your pockets.
"Now, atleast."
You feel a sharp pain in your head when he slaps the gun against your side, making your hands drop down. "The fuck are you talking about?"
He grits his teeth, his voice growing tense and awfully loud as he yells into your face. "What have you done?!"
Spit hits your eyebrow and you feel your face muscles twitch in disgust.
"Me? I've done nothing but try solving this mess." You snap back, suddenly feeling all the liveliness shoot back into your body, your legs finally growing a firm stand on the ground.
"But you know who has? Your little bootlicker Jay. The one you've been meeting up with to investigate? Huh, rings a bell, doesn't it?"
His hands are on you the moment you finish your talk, pushing you up against the wall behind you, pressing you into submission.
"Are you trying to say that I've been spreading the disease? Is that what you're implying?" He threatens you, his tone growing cold.
"When I'm the one trying to stop all of this?"
He lets the gun glide over your face, down to your upper body.
"He's been recording everything.." You retort, nervously eyeing the gun which is now gliding down your neck, stilling between your breasts.
"And you think I told him to?" He nudges the weapon against the fabric of your clothing, cocking his head at you.
It's an obvious warning, telling you to calm down or he'll shut you up the easy way.
"No..", you look to the side, your chest still heaving from the heated conversation.
"But he's been with you a lot."
"He's been following me. I never told him to." He takes a deep inhale but never loosens the iron grip on your left side.
A straining silence envelopes after he speaks, one that makes you dizzy with fear. You know that the less you talk the more he'll consider just shooting you and going on with his day. You had to keep him busy if you wanted to live.
"Either way. You can't kill everyone.", you try in a calmer tone, your eyes still glued to the way his hand latches onto the handle.
You can feel how his other hand digs into your skin at your words, tensing up at the quite valid problem you brought up. His mission is simply impossible. And though he doesn't want to hear the truth, he knows he can't deny it either.
"And what do you suggest I do?" He asks in return, staring at your bloodied face in disdain.
That caught you off-guard. You didn't expect him to ask you that, you didn't expect any calm reaction to your words at all.
"Uh..", you look down onto the ground, which is covered in glass and graffiti. You really don't have an answer for this one.
"That's what I thought.", he brings his hand up to your face, grabbing your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze.
"It's so easy to blame me, isn't it? When I've killed people, all you have to do is collect your little tapes and find evidence for my crimes. But you don't do anything to help. You just try to keep your morals in a surrounding that demands immorality."
You reluctantly squint open your eyes, looking up into Alex' eyes. They're less scary than before but they make you feel nauseous nonetheless.
"I'm sorry to break it to you, darling, but you're not superior because you're demonising me. You're just useless."
You hear the gun click and your heart stops for a moment, making your vision grow black in the haze of panic.
This couldn't be the end. It just couldn't.
You frantically move your body, trying to push him away, trying to duck under him and run. Your hand hits his face as you squirm and your eyes widen when he leans back, making way for you to escape.
You push off the ground but before you can run you feel his arm caging you back in, pressing you right into the wall. You begin clawing at it like some wild animal but he's stronger than you expected, having you pinned against the concrete in seconds.
"No.", he grits his teeth, huffing into your ear as he pushes his whole body into yours to keep your panicking form in check. "You're not going anywhere."
"Alex, I'm begging you, please, this isn't going to help.." you squeak, your nails clawing at his striped jacket but he only holds you tighter, reaching for the gun which fell down when you slapped him.
"You won't be able to kill them all." You repeat again, your voice growing into a high-pitched weep. "There are too many, it's impossible!"
You screech when his hand touches the metal of the weapon, the determination growing stronger in his motions.
"Alex, please don't do this!"
"I don't want to die!"
You cry out, tears streaming down your face as you feel yourself clawing at the man holding you captive.
You're practically hugging him, your face pressed into his neck as you inhale the scent you once thought to be the safest in the world
He stills at your cry, frozen in your embrace while raggedly breathing into your hair. You can feel his hot breath hitting your neck repeatedly.
In this strange moment between life and death, you feel oddly safe in his arms.
That's when he drops you like you're poisonous, shoving you away from him and taking several steps back. As he frantically tries to put distance between the two of you, he stumbles and falls onto the ground.
"What do you think I am?", he scratches his right hand searching the dirty floor for his weapon, "The devil?"
You swear you can see tears breaking at the side of his eyes, but they're gone when he slides his hand over his face. Maybe you just tried to force humanity on him.
"I can't fucking do this.", he murmurs silently as if talking to himself instead of you. He slowly gets up, all while you're still up against the wall, arms searching for leverage on the rough concrete.
You're not sure what's happening when he turns his back to you and shoves the gun back into his pocket.
"I should've killed you faster."
That's all you can hear when he exits the room through the tarnished door.
Hello! I am back again. I got a operator/slenderman plushy from Marble Hornets! The one that glows in the dark. It got me thinking, how would some of the creeps (slendy himself too) would react to seeing reader with a plush of them? More like a comfort thing that they bring around and such.
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-🪱 anon
Summary: Marble Hornets reactions to seeing reader with a plushie of them
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
A/n: omg ty i love drinks my poor little mini fridge is overflowing with tea and soda! Also, happy 15th anniversary to Marble Hornets!!
When he sees you with a plush of him, his first thought is "Where did you get that???"
Then he remembers the large amount of people who know how to sew plushies in the manor
And the fact that he's kind of popular in the underworld
He's still never seen a plushie of him before, and the fact that you went out of your way to get one makes him giggle
He calls it his "mini me"
He loves seeing you walk around with it, he thinks its so cute
Every now and then, he'll just take it and look at it
For example, let's say you're sitting on a couch
He'll find you and come lay on your lap, asking if he can see his "mini me"
When you give it to him, he'll just look at the details, seeing what they got wrong and what they got right
And when you ask if he likes it, he will grunt and go "yeah, 's cute"
Sometimes he finds it annoying though
Not super annoying just a little bit
Like when you're going to sleep together, he will hop into bed with you, only to see you already cuddling with the plushie
He will sigh and gently take it from you, place it somewhere behind him on the bed, and promptly cuddle up to you
"you're being so stubborn. The real thing's right here, y'know" he grumbles with a kiss to your ear
Hoodie
He thinks it's super cute!
Immediately he makes the correlation between the plush and Coraline
He'll cheekily ask if this is your way of spying on him
The first time he sees it, he holds it up in front of him like that one scene in "The Lion King"
He gives a big grin at it, so big you can see his gums sticking out
I think he likes it more than you do
He treats it like it's your shared child lol
Whenever you kiss, he will cover the plush's eyes
Whenever you go to bed, he will prop the plush up in between the two of you on a pillow and gently cover it with a blanket
You just giggle at his antics
Another thing you like to do- just to tease him a bit- is kiss the plush on its forehead, cheeks, etc around him
He will see it and raise a brow, as if to ask "What are you doing?"
And then you will lean over and kiss him in the same places
God forbid something ever happens with you two, because then your child will be in a split house hold
Because Brian will not just abandon his child like that
His child that you bought
Bought for yourself
It's his kid too guys
Slenderman
He doesn't really care about it
When you first show him, he simply goes "Oh, what a strange little creature"
When you tell him it's supposed to be him he tilts his head and asks to see it
He holds it like a baby and pokes its face before going "Ah, I see"
He hands it back and goes about his day
Every now and then you try to use it to get something out of him
"Love, I was thinking we could go out tonight?" You ask him as you approach his desk
He doesn't even turn his face in your direction, only continues writing as he says "I'm sorry dearest, I have too much work tonight"
You pout and clutch the plush in your hands "You always have work." You grumble "I bet plush Slendy doesn't have work" You say, looking at the toy in your arms
He still doesn't react so you amp up your antics a little " Would you like to go out tonight?" you ask the toy
In your best British accent and the deepest voice you can muster, you speak for the doll "Oh yes, darling. That would be wonderful, because I just love you soooo much"
He scoffs "You're being ridiculous"
You simply turn on your heel so you aren't facing him anymore "Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of me and my man going out"
He lets out a dry chuckle and a sigh before finally giving in "Let me lock up the house, then"
I was bored and wrote the following as a response to this:
[You beat Alex for being sexist]
[Suggestive, Violence]
[I wrote this as a joke but lowkey got into it]
"Ow! Ow! Owww!!!", he whines, curling up in the corner, his hands shooting up to protect his head.
"Stop hitting me!"
Weakly, one of his legs tries to kick at you, to put distance between your merciless belt and his reddened skin.
At the attempt of defense, you give an extra sharp slap to his right shoulder.
"I have a reason for beating you.", you huff, taking another step towards his shivering frame.
"You fucking earned this. For your vile behaviour, you bastard."
You hit him hard enough to make tears roll down his face and you know soon those eyes are going to grow nice and puffy. Red and teary with desperation.
"You're lucky I'm so lenient. If I wasn't so fucking nice, I would've thrown you out long ago."
"I-I'm sorry!! I'm so sorry..", he cries out and hugs his shaking knees with his arms, his head tilting down to press his face into his legs. Alex whimpers like a dog, pathetically sniffing at his well-deserved punishment.
"Don't you dare start crying now. Tell me what the fuck you did and maybe I'll spare you some dinner."
You snarl, lurching the belt forward again.
He sniffles, a choked cry erupting from his trembling lips.
"I- I'm sorry for watching hentai!!!"
He flinches when the last word leaves his lips. Beforehand you had him on all fours, forcing him to repeat his sin and slapping him in the face whenever the h-word was spoken.
Even if you were the one saying it.
You're not reacting any different now, aiming the belt to hit his eyebrow peeking out from behind his hands, which were now back to smushing his face together.
Alex shrieks and tries to press his awfully tall figure into the small corner, failing miserably of course. It irks out another laugh from you.
"You're pathetic."
"Now, tell me why it's wrong.", you trace his forehead with the leather strap of the belt, feeling for the next target of your violence.
He whimpers at your touch, your hands grabbing at his face and pulling it up, fingers pressing into his cheeks as you stare into his reddened eyes. You lean forward slowly, your fingers wandering with your body towards his neck, pushing his face away from you.
"Can't have a dumb dog now, can I?", you whisper lowly, your cheek smushed into his ear.
Your tongue darts out, licking the sweat off his neck and tasting the salty moistness of his fear.
Patting his shoulder in a twisted way of encouragement, you lean back, still cramped down in front of him. Your eyebrows are raised in an expectant manner, your fingers clamping around the belt.
You tug it gently, without ever really moving it, but enough to make his eyes flicker back to it almost every other second.
"It's misogynistic. And.. weird.", he stutters out, his gaze still lingering on your right hand and you can see how his adams apple bops as he swallows hard, waiting for your answer.
You only narrow your eyebrows at him, huffing at his basic ass explanation.
"What else."
"It portrays women with unrealistic body standards.. and even though it's not as problematic as porn with real people, it still supports the idea that women are nothing but sexual objects!", he whimpers in a weirdly nerdy way.
"Oh my fucking god, I can't believe you actually get off to this sexist shit!", you suddenly shriek very loudly. Hearing his explanation made you even angrier.
"I don't!!", he yells back, lifting his face and meeting your gaze through wet lashes.
You step up, standing over him and looking down at his face, your voice cold when you speak.
"Then why do you watch it."
He looks away, a strange flush tainting his cheeks hot and red. You gaze at him in confusion, your eyes flickering over his body, up to his hair and down to his legs and-
You’re like the only person I've seen wright for Alex (recently at least) omg and he’s my FAV FAV FAVVV I literally have a photo charm card of him on my bag! Do you mind just writing sweet head cannons he’d do for his partner?
I love Alex kralie so much you don’t even know :3
aww omg that's so cute!! I have an Alex charm on my backpack as well :P
[Alex x GN!reader]
[Fluff]
[Headcanons]
• Alex is incredibly protective of his camera, especially the high-quality one he bought a few weeks ago. You're the only person allowed to touch or even hold it. If Alex doesn't look at you, you like to take pictures of him, giggling like crazy. He tries to be mad at you for draining the camera's storage, but he really just can't when you're so happily clicking pics.
• He enjoys or sometimes even craves your company on set, even if you don't have any roles. Just having you sit beside him when he adjusts the camera settings and stealing a kiss from time to time is enough for him.
• If you're sitting on the grass in the woods while planning his new movie, he will pick up any flowers he can find and bring them to you, like a cat who hunts mice for their owner. He also wants you to rate them afterwards, so he knows which one you likes best.
• We all know he's incredibly nerdy when it comes to filming and he thinks sharing his progress and knowledge on the subject is a loving gift. He will crawl up to you in bed and press a kiss to the side of your neck before starting to uncontrollably blabber about the movie he just watched, giving his opinion on almost every angle.
• Expect him to gently guide your hands with his when you ask for instructions on how to handle equipment.
It's not particularly a romantic thing actually, you've seen him do that to anyone who asks for advice. Admittedly, it made you a bit jealous seeing him offer the same tenderness to everyone else, but at the same time it made you proud. You like having a social and sweet partner. (If you ever told him about your jealousy, he'd make sure to kiss your head afterwards, so you'd feel a bit special.)
• He 100% offers massaging you with his large hands whenever you complain about pain, exhaustion or stress. He's good at it too.
• He's horrible at cooking. He really tries to make you something special but even with recipe you will only get a somewhat decent dinner. One time it was so bad you decided to ban him from the kitchen for a few days. However, for some strange but whimsical reason, he also makes the best christmas cookies ever.
• If you don't celebrate christmas, he'll bake them anyway but just creatively call them 'the best cookies ever.' It's not like you can disagree with the name though..
• Sometimes when he visits your house, he will bring you some simple presents like flowers or a cute trinket that made him think of you.
Imagine it like this: he's at your front door, leaning against the pillar and waiting for you to open. When you finally does and invite him inside, he reaches deep into his pocket, pulling out a deer trinket. He holds it towards you. "Here. I thought the eyes looked similar to yours." Alex nods to himself, proud of his present before gazing back at you and waiting for you to take it. You do and kiss his nose as a thank you.
• Alex is the type to gently caress your arm when sitting next to you, his nails gliding up and down your skin.
He's in the chair next to you, talking to Brian about the new teacher. When they laugh, he leans away from you, and your proximity vanishes. But his fingers never leave. They stay against you all the time, offering you warmth and comfort. It's become casual with how often he does it but it carries a sweetness nonetheless.
• His height is definitely something rather attractive about him, but you've never seen him brag about it before. You thought he didn't care or maybe he was humble. But that's not the case. In fact, this man is incredibly proud of being taller than all of his friends, oh he even thrives in it. Quietly, but not less intensive. So whenever you need something from an upper shelf, expect him to come up behind you with that stupid smile and lay a hand on your waist, stopping you from jumping up. Then, he nonchalantly (well, he tries to be..) grabs whatever you need, patting your head and leaving. His smugness is annoying you to death but you can't really say anything about it. After all, you think he's pretty fine being tall.
• He's scared of the dentist and needs you to accompany him to his appointments, hold his hand in the waiting room and maybe buy him some candy afterwards (he's so stupid omg).
Thank you for your cute request and I hope you enjoyed the headcanons I thought of<3
I cant stop thinking about emotional and very angsty sex with Alex.
Like imagine him curled up against your body, whimpering into your neck and wetting your skin with his tears. He's stuttering all kinds of apologies, trying so desperately to explain why he did what he did until he gives up eventually and just starts taking the blame for everything that happened.
"It's all my fault, oh god- it really is. I- I'm the reason for- everything." His thrusting stutters for a moment, the erratic and hurried pace slowing as another sob breaks through. The tips of his fingers press into your spine as he tries to pull you closer to him, to swallow you whole with his body. You're basically forced to munch on his hair with the way he's pushing against you rapidly, chasing that high with vigorous movements. He trembles and shudders, cries and whimpers and the noise of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
You can feel him slipping out from time to time too, your slickness leaking all over the mattress as he clumsily tries to put himself back in. You have to palm his shoulders gently, calming him down and leading him back inside you, earning another sloppy kiss from him. He sucks on your neck like his life depends on it, yearning to taste the innocence on your skin while he knows that it grows tarnished the moment his lips touch the pureness.
may i please get some Kralie/Reader fluff? maybe just some cuddling on the couch talking about filming or smth? hes so bbg and i love him
Of course!! I'm sorry this took so long TwT, I was super busy in the past few weeks.
Thank you for your cute request and I hope you enjoy<3
[Alex Kralie x GN reader]
[Fluff]
"No, don't get that one. It's wayyy to expensive.", you tap your finger against the screen, the digit underlining the inscription of the image. It reads 400$, a price you'd never be willing to pay even for the best camera of all times. You'd rather spend your money on fun things.
"Also.. look at that casing..", you slide your hand along the bright orange border, shaking your head, "..it's ugly."
You barely even graze the laptop with your nails, but Alex' hand already reaches out and gently pulls yours away, keeping it at a distance.
"Hey, don't touch that." He mutters, a slight smile playing on his lips. You know he's a bit extra when it comes to his technology.
"Sorry.", you lean back into the cushions, "But you get my point, do you?"
He nods quietly, his eyes flickering over the description for what felt like the 500th time, still stuck on the red font which declares this thing to have 'the best and most phenomenal quality'.
You nudge his arm, squeezing his biceps. "You know that's just some promotional bullshit, right? Every company says their product is the best."
He finally turns his head at your frustration, meeting your gaze with raised eyebrows and a gentle but somewhat annoyed smirk.
"Darling, I would've never guessed."
Rolling your eyes, you scoot closer and lace your hand into his shirt, playing with the buttons as he resigns to his 'work'. You're still convinced he's wasting money by buying yet another camera but what do you know at the end of the day? You're not really all that into filming, to be honest, despite being a film student yourself.
A bit ironic but whatever, you've always been more interested in the other aspects of filming rather than the actual act of capturing something itself.
You feel his hand coming down on your head, his fingers gently rubbing into your hair, combing it clumsily.
"Look, I don't think I'm going to buy it. But I still want to do a comparison with my old one.", he explains matter-of-factly, nodding more to himself than to you.
You can only shake your head at his stupid excuse but it makes you smile nonetheless. He really is such an idiot sometimes.
"Your old camera?", you taunt teasingly, pinching the skin underneath his shirt and earning a funny grimace of suprise from him, "you mean the one you bought two months ago?"
"I- the model is actually a lot older than you think.", he murmurs and you can hear his whiny undertone grow as his defensive nature comes into place.
"Yeah.. sure.", you shake your head while giggling softly.
Your hand begins wandering from under the fabric up to his chest and his jaw until you grab it very gently and pull it slightly towards you. You stretch your body in the moment and place a tender kiss on the side of his face.
He grins at your kiss and grabs your cheek with his large hand, returning the favour and peppering your jaw with little kisses.
"Well, I don't want to pull that card but I think I know more about cameras than you do.", he whispers into your ear.
"And I think we both know that you're broke.", you smirk a winning smile, knowing that there's little he can do to defend himself now. After all, he knows best what number currently decorates his finances.
"Touche..". Is all he responds before sighing and closing the laptop, placing it back on the couch table infront of his legs.
His body then shifts until he has you leaning into him, your bodies resting against each other while his hand is still busy making a mess of your hair. You close your eyes, comfortable in his embrace and lay your head on his chest, inhaling his scent. The shirt smells so perfectly full of him.
"I think Jay wanted to buy this camera anyways..", he hums and dips his fingers into the indentions of your spine, evoking a grumpy sigh from you.
He giggles at your reaction and resigns to drawing nonsensical shapes on your skin.
"And you want to steal it from him or..?", you grumble into his collarbone, eyes shut as you let his hands work over you.
He laughs quietly, and you can feel how his fingers start to draw small hearts all over your back. It makes you smile into his warm skin. He's a lot more of a lover boy than the others think, bringing you flowers and carving your initials in a tree with his red pocket knife.
Not overly fancy stuff and in public he's still a bit reserved at times but he's more affectionate than he lets on either way.
"No.. but surely we can share."
"Well, Jay is a sweetheart, I'm sure he'll lend it to you a couple of times." You shrug your shoulders, suppressing a yawn.
"But don't you dare get greedy then, okay?", you pinch his skin lovingly, "I will kick your ass if you fall in love with the camera."
His hand snaps back to your shoulders, slowly moving under your chin and lifting it so he can reach your lips with his.
Fanfiction is supposed to be cringy. You're allowed to write bad. You're allowed to be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be self indulgent. You're allowed to be cringe. Let yourself be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun. Stop putting arbitrary rules on yourself and be free.
Thinking about sucking Alex off has kept me sane while I was sick<3 So here's an unfinished draft about that from my notes :3
[Alex x Fem!Reader with Glasses]
[NSFW; MINORS DNI]
[Word count: 1,7k]
"What are you doing here?" The bright light of the flashlight hits your face, blinding you. It takes a moment for your eyes to recover until you can trace the tall frame of the man infront of you.
Alex.
He towers over you, seeming even bigger as you're cramped down on your hands and knees, looking upward. When he takes another threatening step towards you, your face is practically pressed against his crotch.
"What are you doing here?", he repeats, his flashlight still up in your face, making you waddle back slightly. Your heart races as you try to come up with an explanation for why you're crawling around in the sewers.
"I lost something." You stutter breathlessly. You know how horrible your lie is even before he opens his mouth and snaps at you.
"The fuck you didn't." His arm lunges forward to wrap his fingers around your wrist, pulling you up and towards him. You're dragged after him with little resistance from your side, still frozen in fear. The only objection you manage is a quiet whimper but he shuts that up quickly with another rough tug on your wrists.
He guides you through the tunnel with quick strides, making it troublesome for you to follow without bumping your head and scraping your legs. When you finally manage to find a rhythm, he already pushes up the door to the rooms outside, practically throwing you on the ground.
"Sit down." He points at the half broken chair in the corner.
You grapple with the panic inside you as you stumble towards the wooden chair. Falling down on it, you can barely adjust your body before his hands are on you again, pressing you down.
He teases his fingers over the side of his pants, showing a bulge you can easily recognise as the shape of a gun. You swallow in response, eyes widening at the severity of the situation.
Content with how realisation seems to hit your senses, he lets go of your shoulders, a strange smile playing around his lips. "You understand. Good."
"Now, tell me again. What were you looking for down there?", he pins you down with his piercing gaze, his eyes walking you up and down, scanning you.
Your clothes are dirty and partly wet and your glasses are almost falling from your nose, tickling the skin beneath it. It's growing uncomfortable.
"Can you push up my glasses?", you whisper weakly, your nose scruching up as if pointing to them.
To your surprise he doesn't lash out at your nonsensical response but silently leans down, his fingers trailing over your nose until he reaches the frame. With a gentle motion he readjusts them, wiping away a piece of dirt to finish it off.
You're aghast until you feel his hands enveloping your face, holding it captive in an unnatural position. He stares right into your eyes.
"Answer me."
You start sweating more with every passing second, grabbing onto the sides of the chair as you frantically try to come up with a plausible excuse. You couldn't tell him that you've seen the tapes and what he's done to the others. You couldn't tell him that you've fallen victim to the hallucinations as well.
He'd kill you if he knew.
"I was looking for Jay." You stutter out reluctantly. "He left me a message a while ago.. talking about this location."
"You know.. before he went missing.", you tug out a piece of molden wood from the chair, kneading it into a ball. It falls to the ground leaving your nails to scratch your own skin instead.
"I.. I thought I might find something here. Something that would help finding him.", you whisper, your voice falling victim to your fear and breaking off into a sob.
His eyes trail down your face, staring into your lap, thinking. "Do you know anything about Jay's.. state?"
His words are carefully chosen, suggesting he might've believed your little story. After all, you've been quite close with Jay in college, it's not too unreasonable he left you some kind of message.
"No.", you blink hurriedly, trying to push away the tears crawling into your eyes, "I have no idea what happened to him. Or where he is.. I- I haven't seen him in months."
You emphasise the last word, hoping he'll catch the bait and let go of your face. In another setting you might've been keen on keeping his hands on you. If you were honest, you harboured a little crush on him in college but never had the courage to approach him. He has that nerdy look that makes you wet.
"Yeah.. he's been gone for quite a while now." Alex mumbles, his hot breath hitting your lashes and pushing out the hidden tears. He follows them run down your face, his hand itching to reach out and wipe them away.
"Do you know anything about Jay?" You dare to ask into the quietness that enveloped you.
Alex taps his fingers against your cheeks, his eyes flickering over your face as if calculating how much information you could be trusted with.
"Not.. much."
"Are you not worried then, Alex?", you whimper into your lips, "Brian is gone too.. and Tim."
Carefully, you reach out to him as well, laying your shaking palm against his jaw. His hot skin burns your hand and you wince at the contact.
"What has happened to our normal life?"
He instinctively leans closer at your motion, his eyes jumping from your eyes to your lips and to the sweat pearling on your forehead. By now, he's caught up in your lie, secure in his assumption that you know nothing of his crimes.
"Something changed.", is all he says before gently dragging the tip of his tongue over your glistening skin.
You moan surprisingly loud at his sudden touch, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. Your legs clamp together at the next rigorous lick, feeling the rough skin of his tongue pressing against you and wettening your forehead. When he lets off, you feel the cold air embrace your moist flesh.
"Alex..", you mutter, hazed and gasping. Your lips fall open, whispering some nonsensical questions, your eyes flickering all over the place. When you finally conclude what you want to say, you can feel his hand enveloping your waist tightly, rubbing up and down.
"What-"
"Just shut up.", he says, pulling your face towards him and pressing his lips into yours.
Hungrily, he tugs at your bottom lip, sucking the flesh and pushing you into the chair with his weight. Your hands are buried in his hair when you pull him against you, opening your mouth to taste his tongue.
A gentle groan flees his lips when your saliva fills his mouth and he pulls against him, tilting his head so your noses don't collide.
You're not sure how your greedy kisses turned into his hands pushing you on your knees after throwing your pants to the side and leaving your soaked underwear to kiss the concrete. You're only sure that you were the one begging to suck his dick here and not leave to go somewhere civil.
"Fuck, that's it, pretty girl." Alex digs his fingers in your hair, roughing it up as he thrusts up into your face. You drool around his cock at the praise, your saliva dropping onto your naked thighs as you whimper in response.
You swirl your tongue against his tip, licking over the slit when he drags you back, and you hear him moan lowly at the movement of your mouth. It makes your cunt clench painfully desperate and you greedily take him deeper into your throat, hoping for more sounds to spill from his throat.
You scoot closer, pressing your face into his balls and inhaling the scent of his arousal. It fills your nostrils and you groan against his slick skin, your noise coming out choked.
"Damn, you're fucking desperate." He groans, his large hand sliding down to your neck and pressing into your tensed up muscles. You almost faint when he chokes you gently, your vision growing black with your mouth stuffed with dick and your air cut short.
He releases you a second later, and you whimper into his happy trail, you eyes rolling back at the next thrust. You feel incredibly lightheaded but you've also never been wetter in your life.
"Your eyes are tearing, darling." He notes quietly, his other hand coming up to wipe away a droplet from under your glasses.
"You want to take a little break?" He asks in a surprisingly soft voice, his hand tugging on your hair to pull you off of him but you don't follow the motion, shaking your head.
"No.." you mutter in a drowsy voice, another string of spit falling from your lips and tainting your shaking thighs. "Please."
Your thighs rub against each other wantonly, creating the friction you've been aching for and making you moan around his dick.
He pats your head reassuringly, muttering another praise and starting to move your head in the familiar rhythm again. While he keeps himself buried in yout throat, you can feel his right leg carefully push towards your hips, nudging them teasingly.
You know what he means to do, spreading your legs and giving him access to your aching cunt, lifting your body so you can sit down on his shoe.
Now with every thrust your body drags over the rough material of his shoe, rubbing your clit roughly and reddening your soaked flesh. You whimper a quiet thank you, feeling his shoe press upwards to choke out more of your needy whines.
You begin riding the tip of it clumsily, your fingers digging into his jeans to pull him against you, feeling it scratch under your nails.
Please note that this game was made on google slides and use your laptop instead of your phone for the best experience. (It's very 2000s visual novel game inspired, it adds to the aesthetic too ;P)
PLAY READ BEFORE PLAYING FORGET CHAPTER Copyright: characters and all gameplay background images belong to THAC TV.
Extra: The demo offers you three secrets!! :3
(Look under the cut for further information (SPOILERS))
1. You can actually open the safe :0
2. You can look at your chat with Alex (suggestive!!)
3. You can unlock a secret ending!
tutorial
1. When looking at the option 'drawer' you can find a small paper on the right side, just above the talking box. Click it.
2. When dropping your phone in the car, the 'Pinned chat. Alex <3.' script is clickable. You can see that when your cursor turns into a hand.
3. There are two things you need to do to unlock the ending.
"Accept Alex call." And then "Why are you asking this?"
If you chose both of these you can find a hidden question mark box next to the "Turn left" choice. Click it!
This was supposed to be posted on his bday but my phone crashed T^T. Anyways!! Happy late birthday Alex!!
You had a rough day
You basically fall through the door, kicking off your shoes and throwing the keys to the side. The door shuts behind you with a loud groan, the old apartment complaining about your rough treatment.
But you can't bring yourself to care with the way your feet are aching from the miles you walked today and your back being sore from the weight you had to carry.
Seriously, who thought it was a good idea to walk to the filming location in the middle of nowhere? With all the equipment needing to be carried?
When you stumble into the small living room you're met with the sight of your boyfriend hovering over his laptop, presumably working on his script. He only glances at your exhausted form before completely turning to you and patting his thigh with a gentle smile tugging the corners of his lips upwards.
He had relived this kind of situation enough times to know exactly what you need after a long and rough day.
You stalk towards him in silence, thankful for his quiet comfort and return the little smile. Your body comes down next to him, head falling back into the cushions as you lay your legs on Alex' lap.
Once you're settled, you feel his hands coming down on your thighs, gently squeezing the flesh. He begins massaging them thoroughly, kneading the muscles beneath the cloth.
He rubs them up and down until your eyes flutter shut and your breath slows, the gentle heaving of your chest turning into a rhythm. That's when he pats them one last time before resuming to his work, his eyes flickering to your sleeping form every once in a while.
----
Telling him you like it rough
His hand is tangled in your hair when he pulls you into him, his lips devouring the sensitive skin on your neck, biting and licking, leaving faint red marks. They never stay long with the gentle motions of his mouth, they barely survive the night and they've never made you get knowing looks from friends. It's easy that way.
Yet sometimes you wish you had to worry about covering them, that you would have to live through the fear of your scarf accidentally revealing too much skin. That you'd have to wear a turtleneck to prevent dirty looks.
You moan softly when his other hand dips beneath the fabric of your shirt, his long fingers trailing over your stomach, making your stomach tingle pleasantly.
You oblige silently until he pushes you into the sheets, crawling on top of you and digging his fingertips into the side of your waist. That's when you take his face in your hands, gently hindering him from nipping at your collarbone.
He looks at you in anticipation, looking somewhat confused by the unsure expression on your face. He's about to ask what's going on when you finally speak for yourself.
"Alex.. I, uh, I have a request." You babble out cryptically.
He tilts his head, ushering you to continue.
"I want.. I would like to..", you stutter, unsure of how to tell him about your desire without sounding weird, "..uh, try something?"
"Try something?"
He raises his eyebrows, a very subtle smile playing around the corners of his lips.
"What would that be?"
You squirm under his demanding gaze, looking everywhere but his face.
"I'm not unhappy, just so you know." You state, trying to prolong the moment.
"I didn't think you were." He chuckles quietly as he realises what you're doing. "No need to be shy, just tell me."
You sigh, nodding and staring at his forearm while you think about how to word your request. Now that your eyes are stuck on the soft outline of his veins, you can't help but wonder how they would grow when manhandling you.
"I want you to be rough with me." You mutter, promptly keeping your eyes on his forearm. He follows your gaze before his eyes snap back to your face, taking a quiet breath before responding to your words.
"Rough?"
He's genuinely a bit surprised but not averse to your request by any means. He just didn't strike you as the type to enjoy that kind of stuff.
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
Alex chuckles lowly, "Tie you up or what?"
His question makes you a lot more flustered than it's supposed to and you can feel your face heat up. You would like him to tie you up but that's for another day.
"I didnt.. I didn't mean that."
"What did you then?", he's very aware of your flustered state, incredibly amused that such a simple question makes you squirm beneath him.
"Spank you? Choke you? Bite you?", he teases again, wondering if it evokes a similar reaction. Safe to say your body did not disappoint, your thighs pressing together and your breath hitching for a moment.
You didn't think it was that arousing hearing those words leave your boyfriends lips. He said them so innocently with that stupid smirk on his face it felt thrilling.
"I, uh.. we can start with hickeys that stay for starters."
He laughs at that, the request a lot tamer than he thought. "That's not rough, baby that's just really stupid."
You stare at him for a second, dumbfounded by his reaction. You thought he'd be relieved by such a tame wish but instead he simply laughs in your face, calling you stupid.
"You have a presentation tomorrow, don't you remember?"
Oh.
He's right, you do. And one worth half of your grade too.
"Alright, then let's get back to tying me up."
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Filming?
You press his nose deeper against you, your fingers tangled into his hair as your body bucks up into his face for the final time, your legs twitching violently. You come with a loud whimper of his name, your breath catching into your throat when his tongue laps up your cum.
The relentless attacks of his fingers against your clit make you whine out loud, eyes rolling back in the moment of overstimulation.
"Fuck, Alex- I-", you pant out, voice cracking and breathy.
"Too- ah, too much.."
Your body writhes and squirms underneath the iron grip of his hands on your thighs, digging into the plush flesh and keeping you pressed against his face.
He doesn't budge, his nose brushing up over your g-spot and your vision glitches, your hand snapping to the side of your head, desperately trying to hold onto the thin sheets. They nearly rip as you scratch the fabric with your nails.
"I can't take it anymore, I oh god-"
You come again, just as violently but too weak to scream again, instead you just start panting out his name like a mantra. Your arm snaps down to grab at his hair and pull him away, but it swings out at another lick of his tongue and your hand hits the night table next to the bed, hitting the camera casing.
It falls from the wood and hits the floor with a shockingly loud noise, awakening Alex from the trance he entered once getting down on you. His head lifts and he watches the casing roll over the floor with a surprised look on his face.
He releases your thighs to get a better look at any possible damage done and simply stares at the thing for a moment. Youd ask for forgiveness if it wasn't for your pulsing centre and the bliss that still enveloped and blinded you.
"Don't worry. It was just the case."
He pats your shaking thigh reassuringly and you offer a weak smile in response, hoping he'll get the message.
"But it reminds me..", he begins, his voice quieting down as he speaks. "I wanted to ask you something."
You barely get out a curious 'huh' but with the way his eyes are lingering on the casing you're not even sure if he wanted an answer anyway.
"I thought.. maybe.. I could film us sometime.", he says, his tone almost turning serious.
"Only for us to see, of course."
He turns and looks into your reddened face, noticing your confused stare.
"Film us?", you question, unsure of what he's trying to ask you here. "Doing what?"
He smirks at your confusion, his hands coming down on your thighs once more, pulling you closer towards him. He crawls on top of you, still ignoring your question and begins kissing the skin beneath your ear instead.
You indulge, moaning softly as he peppers your neck with kisses. He breathes into your cheek, the hot air making you blush all over again, and elicting a whine from you when he begins sucking on your lobe.
"Film us fucking is what I meant.", he whispers and bites the soft skin of your ear.
Your breath hitches and your eyes fly open at his words, staring directly into his with a look of uncertainty.
"Excuse me?"
---
You have this little book..
"Alex..", you whine quietly, pressing your cheek into his shoulder, biting at the fabric of his shirt, "could you get me my laptop? i reaaally need to work on my term paper."
You mumble, and shift your whole body closer against him. He grins at your desperate attempt to make him catch your things because you're too lazy to get up from the couch.
"You can't get it yourself?", he asks teasingly but he already puts his own device to the side and grabs the blanket to free his legs.
"Please??", you kiss his cheek softly and whisper into his ear, giggling once he puts his hands on your waist and guides you back into the cushions.
"Is it in your room?"
"In the drawer next to my desk.", you advise him, watching him waddle off towards the staircase.
He enters your room and stalks towards the drawer in the corner of your room, opening it to get your laptop. Fumbling with the cable, he accidentally pulls a bit too hard and a tiny journal jumps out from the inside, falling onto the floor.
He swears under his breath and reaches down to stuff it back into the drawer, when his eyes catch sight of a word that intrigues him. His name.
It's not something he likes to do, sneaking around in your personal space like a creep, but it wouldn't do too much damage just taking a peek at what you had to say about him..
He looks around as if checking for any witnesses before flipping the page open and reading the small words pressed onto paper.
It's certainly not what he would've expected.
He thought you might complain about his constant nagging or whiny nature, maybe even rant about the negatives of your relationship. But that's far from what you put onto these pages.
Very far.
He can feel himself breathing faster as he reads over your notes, his eyes glued to the paper until something rips away his attention.
Your distant voice. Asking when he'd be back with the laptop.
In a haze of panic, he slips the book into his pocket and grabs both cable and laptop, hurrying down the stairs so you don't suspect anything.
You hear his quickening steps as he comes back into sight with his hands stuffed with the things you needed. You smile, assuming he must've gotten distracted by the colorful collages at your walls. He really enjoys looking at all the photos you got there.
You take the stuff from his hand, giving him a appreciative look and lean back into the couch, oblivious of his flustered expression until..
"Uhm.. this was laying on the laptop..", he reaches into his pocket and hands you the book with a guilty look on his face, "I brought it since I thought it might contain some important notes for your term paper..".
He mumbles and silently stares at you as he observes your expression.
And you stare as well. At the red cover of the book you hoped to never find in the hands of your boyfriend. Or anyone for that matter.
What the fuck was this doing on top of your laptop? You swear you hid it well after you used it yesterday.
How the fuck did he find this and even more important than that.. did he look inside?
Did he see the dozens of pages filled with literal porn about himself?
You swallow and decide to hope for the best outcome, shaking your head and offering him another smile.
"Thanks but I don't need this for my work."
You keep it real, holding you breath after you speak in the hopes of calming your racing heart.
"Alright, should I put it back?", he reaches for the thing and your hand twitches when you pull away.
"Don't worry, I'll take it with me later.. don't want to make you run around for me again.", you grin nervously and shuffle back in the sheets.
He's disappointed. He wants to read more about your dirty thoughts, about how you want him to cum on your face and fuck you in his car.
He didn't know his girlfriend was such a slut. If he could only tell her he'd fulfill all her sinful desires if she just asked.
But he would expose himself if he mentioned the contents and only nods quietly.
"I wouldn't mind bringing it back. I mean I'm already up, right?"
It's a weak attempt to try convincing you to give him the book again but to his surprise you don't turn down his offer.
You just look down at the notebook for a long minute before sighing loudly and holding it up towards him.
"Just place it on the desk, I'll put it back later."
He's surprised by your decisions but hides it away, taking the book with an indifferent look on his face. "Okay."
He walks back up the stairs and into your room, placing it on the wooden surface and taking a deep breath, listening for any noises. After a moment of silence, he quietly snatches the book back into his grasp and walks out of the room, heading towards the bathroom.
He enters with a loud slam of the door behind him, signaling you he's done with what you wanted him to do, hoping you'll buy it.
He then sits down on the toilet, immediately flipping open the pages and beginning to read where he left of.
You, on the other hand, grow suspicious of the loud slam and feel a sense of unease creep up your spine. It may be ridiculous, but you had to check.
You push off the blanket and tip toe your way up the stairs and to your room, slipping inside as you try to make as little noise as possible.
Your eyes immediately snap to your desk snd your heart drops. It's gone.
He didn't put back the book, he took it. That bastard.
You run towards the bathroom and knock on the door, your voice breathy from anger.
"Open the door, pervert.", you hiss and knock even harder.
It doesn't even take 3 seconds until your hear the knob turning and the door opening with a quiet creak. He stares at your flushed face with a hint of a smirk, before holding up your book, the page showing your newest entry from yesterday.
"I want to blindfold him and ride him until he whimpers and whines, until he fills me up four times and gets limp inside of me."
He recites with a look at the page before glancing at you.
"Love, I don't think I'm the pervert in this relationship."
You want to cry. He wasn't supposed to find this, nobody was. You were just writing down your thoughts, and if they involved him, they obviously had to be put on paper as well. No harm in doing so..
You basically jump him, your hand gripping the book and trying to rip it from his fingers but he pulls it away easily, smirking at your desperation.
"No.. I'm not finished yet.", he tsks and laughs, flipping through the pages and skimming through another entry.
"Mhm, how about.. I want him to fuck me against a wall and rearrange my insides as I scratch his back open with my twitching hands. I don't care where, he can do me in an abandoned building on set and ill take it gladly.", he reads in curious tone and chuckles gently.
You give up and let your hands fall to your side.
He's already seen it, it really doesn't matter anymore. The damage was already done and there was no way he'd think of you normally ever again.
His hand comes down on your shoulder snd he pats it reassuringly at your saddened expression.
"I didn't know that's your thing but I'm sure we can arrange something.."
"I know, god I'm so so sorry, I-", you stutter snd stare at the floor for a moment.
"Wait what." Your head snaps up at him as you realise what he said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean doing it while on set would be unprofessional.. but if it's just about the location..", he looks back at the book, reading the rest of the entry to get the full picture.
You're seriously confused.
"Are you not.. mad?" You narrow your eyes at him, observing his reaction. He is quite indifferent about the fact that you wrote those things. If anything, he seemed.. content.
"I didn't expect it but.. no, I'm not mad.", his gaze is back on the book, reading through yet another entry and you notice his lips quirking up in amusement.
"But I do think I should keep it. After all, it's about me."
"It's my book, Alex.", you argue, stepping closer to stop him from closing the door on you again.
"I don't want you to have it."
He laughs at that, his hand coming down on your waist, holding you in place so you don't try to snatch the book away from him twice.
"I think you said something about that in here..", he turns the pages clumsily with one hand, staring at the paper.
"What are you talking about, Alex.", you nag slowly turning frustrated with the way he was handling this. He couldn't just read those things out loud and not expect you to get your panties soaked.
But instead of taking care of this issue he's just toying with your patience.
"Just give it back."
You reach out again, weakly this time but he looks into your direction nonetheless, waving you off like fruit fly.
"Here it is." Alex grins and holds the book in front of his face.
"Sometimes I wish he'd find this thing and did all the stuff I listed in here. Sometimes I-"
You slap the book out of his hand, almost knocking off his glasses before you jump down and snatch it from the floor. He's taken aback for a second, unsure of what just happened.
You hiss at him like some cat when he stares at you hovering over the book, narrowing his eyes at the way your face scrunches up.
"Don't think about touching this EVER again."
You glare and he takes a step back, offering a nod and putting his hands behind his back as to symbolise he'll control his greedy fingers.
"Will you read it for me though?" He tilts his head with a sly smirk, watching you get back up.
"Does the offer with the abandoned building still stand?" You ask back with an even slyer grin, trying to match his smugness but you genuinely surprise him instead.
"You're... serious?", he narrows his eyes which show more signs of concern than disgust.
"I mean.. uh.."
---
The stress is getting to him
"You don't understand! They're testing my patience constantly.", he throws his bag into the corner of the small room and kicks off his shoes, pushing past you standing in the hallway.
You turn and follow your burned-out boyfriend towards the couch, watching him fall onto the cushions with a loud groan. It was a mistake to ask if the shoot went well.
How could it anyway? That weird fucking thing is still following him around everywhere and his friends don't seem to believe him, but rather nag about his behaviour. Though, you understand them. He really hasn't been the same since the beginning of the production.
He's grown paranoid and stressed, completely frustrated with everyone and everything. And he isn't big about hiding this side of him either.
Honestly, if you were Tim, Brian or Seth, you'd be fed up with Alex too. Only because he shared the whole story with you, you were able to excuse his actions.. partly atleast.
You stalk towards the couch and carefully sit down next to him, keeping a bit of a distance. He needs his space if he's stressed.
"Do you want to talk about it or..?", you begin gently, tilting your head at Alex.
"It's fine. I'm just mad at Seth for stopping the recording.", he sighs and draws out a heavy breath, "I told him to keep recording at all times!"
Right.. there was this problem too.
A few days ago Alex decided he had to record himself constantly to keep track of the guy stalking him, basically as some kind of evidence. He needed it after no one believed it but you had hoped he'd gotten tired of it by now.
"I'm sure he just forgot..", you look down into your lap, drawing circles with your fingers.
Alex rubs his hands over his face, pushing his glasses up to his forehead and sighing again. Quietly this time.
"Perhaps he did."
It pains you to see him so pent up all the time. You could literally see the tension in his whole body whenever he was up and out. Even when he's sleeping, you noticed him twitching and turning and you swear he had nightmares from that thing all the time.
You crawl closer and gently stroke his shoulder, letting your fingers wander down to his forearm and back up again.
He snaps immediately, pulling his arm away and glaring at you.
"What are you doing?"
You sit back and flush with embarrassment, keeping your hands firmly pressed against your body.
"Sorry! I just wanted to... give you some comfort."
He relaxes and his face immediately softens at your tone, his arm falling back into place.
"No. I'm sorry for being so jumpy."
He looks down at you, like he hasn't really seen you since he walked through the door, a smile playing around his lips. You're actually wearing one of his shirts. The one he had been missing for the shoot today.
"Mhm.. come here for a moment." He beckons into his direction and you oblige hesitantly, unsure of what to make of the sudden change in his mood.
"Don't be shy, I just want to look at you."
You crawl towards him, until you're right in front of his thighs, your bare knees pushing into the fabric of his pants. He turns and looks at you, his left hand coming forward to tug on the shirt you're wearing.
"That's not yours."
You follow his hand which hovers over your stomach, his pointer and thumb twirling the fabric between them. "I know."
"I would've needed that for the shoot today, you know? We had to delay the scene because it wasn't in my closet this morning."
You're unsure of what to make of his tone. It felt both threatening and completely matter of fact, like he cared too much and too little at the same time.
It makes you stutter when you speak.
"Oh, I'm sorry.. I, uh, didn't know you needed it- today.."
"It's okay.", he murmurs, his gaze lingering on your thigh, "Just give it back."
You're not oblivious to the longing in his eyes, the desire he tries to keep at bay.. for whatever reason. You've tried to initiate something multiple times but he always refused to indulge, waving you off.
You just assumed he's just too busy worrying about that weird man following him and the production of marble hornets to sleep with you. Yet, sometimes it seemed like he actually wants to but is too afraid to be distracted, to be vulnerable.
"Alright.", you nod, watching his hand reluctantly draw back to his lap.
Your fingers snap to the hem of your shirt and you start pulling it up, slowly revealing more of your skin. The hemline barely grazes the middle of your stomach before you hear him inhale sharply.
"What are you doing..", he says lowly, his eyes narrowing but never leaving you.
"You wanted it back."
"I didn't mean now.", he grunts and finally rips his gaze away from you before fully turning his head. His breath had grown heavy by now, his chest heaving as he looks to the side.
This time you're starting to grow impatient. You want him, and he clearly wants you too yet he can't seem to admit it.
"Alex. I'm just going to be direct with you.", you start and lean back slightly, you arms stilling besides you. "I want to ride your dick."
You stare for a second, waiting for any kind of reaction besides the slight shuffle of his hips. But he stays silent, still turned away from you.
"And if you're not in the mood, that's fine. But if you want it and there's something else hindering you, tell me.", you sigh quietly.
"I promise it'll help if you do and I swear to god with all this stress of the set and the weird things happening I think you need-"
You're interrupted by a hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you harshly into another direction, making you yelp loudly.
Alex forces you into his lap, your legs on either side of his and your body facing him. His hands snap to your waist and you swear they're trying to break your ribs with how tight he grips you.
He groans loudly at the proximity, his head falling back against the wall with his hips shifting beneath you in a twitching motion.
"Fuck."
"You're not helping me by making me this worked up." He hisses, adjusting you roughly so you feel his boner pressing right into your thigh.
"I don't need any distractions at the moment.", his fingers slide down your side and beneath the lace of your underwear, pulling it away and watching it snap against your skin.
"There's a fucking psychopath out there following me around." He pulls you into him, your chest pressing against his when his hands latch back onto your thighs, massaging the flesh with sweating fingers.
"And it's like he waits for me to be distracted."
Teeth graze the outer shell of your ear and his tongue darts out for a split second, almost as if on accident, wetting your lobe.
The pent-up tension in his tone seems to stutter.
"The moment I'm unaware, it's there. This creepy white face. Staring when it can't even stare because it has no eyes."
"Yet it feels worse than getting stared at. It's like being dissected.. by a gaze."
You can feel how his chest heaves against yours, his shallow breath rubbing his ribcage into your breasts and his shaking fingers digging into your thighs. He stifles a hiccup, but you can hear the quiet noise of suppressed weeping.
His voice trembles when he whispers again. "I want you. And I want you to fuck me."
"But promise me one thing, please..", he mutters weakly, his fingertips rasping over the bare skin of your thighs before slipping down and feeling their way to your underwear.
