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The Mamba and the Mouse

Before anything else, I feel the need to warn ⚠️ sensitive people. I write nasty and have absolutely no control of myself when a story unfolds in my twisted head and my fingers starts to type all the shit down.. Haha.

If you are easily disturbed or anything like that you have now been warned.

3 years after the events unfolding in MGSV. Eli and his boys finds a village, Y/N village, and decides to take some well needed rest within it. You quickly begin to develop feelings for the cocky little shit and to your surprise, he seems to have taken an interest in you too.

Y/N and Eli is the same age, presumably 15-16.

Reader x Eli/White Mamba/Liquid Snake

Nothing had been its usual self in your quiet little village since those rebellious boys came in, guns showing off and threatening your leaders to silence and obedience. The rest of you didn't dare to do anything else than follow their every demand with a smile on your lips.

These guys were dangerous despite them being so young. They would kill you and not blink an eye if you did so much as voice yourself too much.

So that's what you did. Kept quiet. Lurking in the shadows, observing them. For days.

Or should we just be honest with ourselves? You watched him. The one they called the White Mamba. The one who ordered everyone around all day from his throne made out of a damn basic white plastic chair. Well, there he sat and ordered everyone around with his British accent. He didn't even have decency enough to put a shirt on, his six pack and veined, muscly arms were for everyone to look at.

Your friend Teresa whispered to you on a daily basis what a horrible guy that was. That she longed for the day he would leave this village and peace once again could be restored. You told her that you agreed with her. That you couldn't wait for him to leave.

That was a big, fat lie.

He intrigued you. He made something happen inside of you. Your stomach felt tingling and weird everytime you laid eyes on him and your pussy.. yeah, it was wetter than you had ever been before. It ached almost painfully.

You tried to soothe it by touching yourself but you weren't used to it and it didn't help much. It made you feel irritated and on the verge of crying. You were so fucking horny for him.

"It's been over a week, Y/N, it feels like they're never going to leave." Teresa whined quietly beside you where you two stood at your lookout spot. You had a perfect view over his throne from here.

"Teresa," you began while turning to her, "I'm sure it's just a matter of time before they're bored and moves along."

Teresa's eyes were almost bulging out of her head as she stared blatantly behind you.

"Come on, let's just do something fun today. What do you say?" You tried to cheer your friend up even if you didn't want to do anything else than to sit here and look at the piece of art on his high throne.

"Uhm.." she mumbled, still staring behind you instead of at you so you turned around and froze immediately.

He stood mere inches from you, staring you down with his blue eyes.

No one said anything for seconds. You stared at him and vice versa.

"I have to go." Teresa squeaked and hurried away. You broke eye contact with him to watch her jog away into the false safety of her house.

What a coward. To leave you here all alone with him. You would never had abandoned her in a situation like this.

"You have been watching me." He declared and broke the thick silence.

"Uhm.." you cleared your throat quickly, "What do you mean?"

Stupid.

You knew exactly what he meant.

He grinned and showed of a set of straight, pearly whites and looked over your shoulder.

"Follow me." He said and began walking towards the potato cellar.

A cold shiver ran up your spine.

He had heard what the two of you had said about him and now he was going to kill you.

You were sure of it but even so, you could feel your feet moving and yourself catching up to him by the cellar door.

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He stopped in the middle of the cellar with his back against you. You could literally hear your heart pounding in your chest in tact with the panic that slowly crept closer and closer to you.

He turned around slowly and looked you up and down. His face stoic and unreadable as he did so.

When he took one step closer to you, you took one back. Carefully keeping your eyes on him as he stopped dead in his tracks.

"I'm not going to hurt you." he said and began walking closer to you again. This time though, you stood still and waited for his approach.

Now, he was so close that you simply could just reach out with a little to no restraint and touch his scarred and bruised skin.

But, he got closer to you first, his hands stretched out before you and,

He lifted the dress over your head so you were left in nothing but undies and then he carelessly tossed it to the side.

"Lay down." He nodded to the floor.

"I'm a virgin." You blurted out, quickly feeling ashamed of what you shared so openly with this guy that you really didn't know at all.

"I'll be gentle." He smirked. You weren't too sure about that.

You lied down on the cold floor, extremely aware of how much on display you were for him and it made you self-conscious.

He sat down on his knees before you and reached for your panties. With a little to no entanglement, he got them off and tossed them aside as well.

You shut your legs together tightly, trying to hide what you wanted him to touch the most. It didn't made sense at all but you had never been in a situation like this before. It was new and scary.

"Spread your legs, Y/N." He drawled with his intoxicating accent. If you weren't so dizzy by the situation you would've been shocked that he knew your name.

You did as you were told and spread them for him. Widely.

"What about your clothes?" You asked quietly.

"I'm not going to fuck you, today, Y/N." He must've read the confusion in your face because he quickly added, "Today, I'm going to make you come with my tongue."

You blushed heavily. It was vile but so erotic at the same time. You could feel the wetness pouring out of you as he had uttered those words.

He didn't waste anymore time. Instead, he placed himself onto his stomach and leaned in, so close to your dripping, wet chore.

He tasted you first, a slow lick from your aching entrance up to your clit. It caused such a sensation that you gasped loudly which caused you to put a hand over your mouth to silence yourself.

"Don't do that." He said unapprovingly and reached for your hand to remove it from your mouth. "I want to hear you, Y/N."

You wanted to apologise but you found yourself completely forgetting words as he put his mouth to your clit for a gentle kiss before he began lapping at it as if his life depended on it.

Your back arched and you shut your eyes tightly as the sensation washed over you once more but this time much stronger.

With every swirl of his tongue, immense pleasure shot from your clit throughout your entire body and it made you moan out.

It embarrassed you for a second but he brought your aching chore even closer to his face by scooting you closer to him by the hips all the while he kept going dutifully.

You didn't think it was possible but the pleasure overwhelmed you and became stronger and stronger with each flick of his soft, skillful tongue.

You moaned again and again and you found yourself not being able to shut yourself up as the pleasure took over completely and made your legs on each side of his head shake violently.

And then.

Boom.

It felt as if you exploded with pleasure.

The shame left with it and you screamed. Not a "please help me" scream but instead a "omg I'm absolutely having my first orgasm by the hands of my unbelievably hot crush" type of scream.

His mouth left your pulsating pussy and he sat back on his heels.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and watched you quietly yet curiously.

All the energy had left your body and your legs were still shaking a little. Your pussy felt numb and incredibly satisfied.

"Is that what you had in mind?" He asked teasingly and you raised your eyebrows, not quite catching up with what he meant at the moment.

"I mean, you've been watching me for days. And I've been watching you as well, Y/N." You blushed by his straightforward approach.

"I've seen how you stick your legs together, clearly bothered by it, before you sneak away. I've been following you. Yesterday was when I decided that I just had to taste you."

Your eyes shot up to his in pure horror. "You didn't watch me...?" You trailed off, not sure how to put it in words.

"Oh, yes I did." You buried your face in your hands, too embarrassed to look at him.

"I touched myself as I watched you. I came in my hand as I watched you touch yourself like that, knowing it was me you were aching for."

"Oh my god.." You were tomato red in the face but he didn't seem embarrassed at all. His eyes displayed curiosity and playfulness.

His pants contained something as well. A bulge was visibly evident in his cargo shorts.

"Do you want me to.." You pointed to his pants, "do something?"

"Do what?" He replied smugly.

You shrugged, embarrassed by the lack of experience you really possessed.

"I don't know." You shrugged again.

He let out a chuckle and stood up. He began undoing his belt and zipping his shorts down. He let the pants and underwear fall to the ground hastily and out sprung an erected, thick cock which he grabbed and squeezed a few times, his eyes never leaving yours while doing so.

"I know I said that I wasn't going to fuck you today but I don't know if I can withhold myself much longer." He groaned, "I bet it would feel so good to be inside of you." He closed his eyes for a few seconds and reopened them, his eyes now more serious but a veil of lust were clearly embedded in them.

You were unsure if his cock would fit inside you. You had tried before to push your fingers into yourself and it had been painful and hard to do, it had felt as if you were to tight and the pain wasn't a nice feeling at all so you had abandoned it completely.

But you had never been this wet before. Never in your life had you been this turned on.

"Do you think you would fit, uhm.. inside me?" You asked, keeping your eyes to the floor to avoid his penetrative eyes.

"I don't know but I suppose I must." He shrugged with a smirk.

"Well," You continued, still worried that the two of you would try only for him to not fit inside you and you were scared that it would disappoint him. "How did it go before me? Was any girl a virgin? Did it go alright?" You blurted out a bunch of questions at him and for a second he seemed baffled by them all. You couldn't understand why since he up until now had been very open with everything.

"I've never been with a woman before you." He said with a shrug.

"It's not funny." You whined, not believing for a second that it was his first time eating pussy. No way.

"No, why would it be funny?" He asked, a little bit of defiance could be heard in his voice.

You realised that he was serious. He was as much of a virgin as you were.

"I'm sorry, I thought-" you began.

"It doesn't matter." He cut you off and fell to his knees before you once again. "Let's try. If you're too tight, I can try using my fingers and tongue on you again and that might help." He was so much more confident in this than you were.

He came closer to you and placed himself between your legs. He then grabbed a hold of his cock and guided it up and down your soaked slit a few times before he positioned himself at your entrance and pushed himself into you, slowly.

It hurt, you would lie if you said it didn't.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and accidentally dug your nails into his skin.

He groaned and looked up at you, his eyes foggy with what couldn't be anything but pleasure.

"I'm almost.." He groaned again, "all the way.." He pushed forward the last inches and with that, he was buried to the hilt inside you.

He lingered a little like that, his eyes finding yours to see if you were okay. You showed him that you were because despite the pain, another sensation had formed in the pit of your stomach. An sensation that made you lean up to his face with yours, as you kissed his soft lips slowly.

As your lips connected, he pushed his tongue into your mouth and you welcomed it with your own. As you were making out, he took the opportunity to move inside you carefully. Out, and in. Out, and in.

"Fuck." He breathed out heavily as he withdrew himself from your mouth and hovered above you instead.

"What is it?" You asked worriedly. Afraid that it might hurt him or afraid that it wasn't up to his expectations.

"It feels fantastic, your cunt, it's so.." He trailed off and chuckled a little.

"It's what?" You asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Wrong?" He asked in disbelief. "I've been fantisasing about this for a while but its better than I thought it would be like." He confessed.

He continued to fuck you, now harder than before. He withdrew himself almost completely and slammed back in. Grunting and moaning as he did so.

He was so beautiful. In pleasure like this, inside of you. So close that he physically could be.

Your own pleasure came too. When he slammed back in with the most lewd moan you've ever heard and it was like music to your ears, you felt it in the lower part of your stomach.

You moaned together, his moans grew more desperate by the second and with a shaky grunt and a jerky movement, he had come undone.

He got up from you and put his boxers and shorts back on. He found your panties and helped you put them back on. You found your dress and put it back onto your sweaty body.

Your hair was a mess, his too. Bur he dragged his fingers through it and it made him look sexy and dishevelled, you had to admit.

The butterflies in your stomach hadn't settled one bit. They had multiplied and flew around in your stomach like crazy. You blushed when he looked at you.

He smirked deviously before he turned around and went back outside, leaving you to your thoughts.

Did that really just happen?

For a few minutes, you just stood there in the middle of the cellar and stared in disbelief at the door he went out of.

You, had just had sex. For the first time and on top of that you had orgasmed for the first time in your life as well. You could still feel the lingering sensation of him on you and you sighed deeply.

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"Oh my god, are you okay?!" Teresa exclaimed as she watched you exit the cellar door.

You locked eyes with her for a few seconds, trying to understand what she was so riled up about. She looked like someone had died.

Teresa grabbed you by the hand and brought you over to her house. It was empty since her parents had to work all day long in the fields to provide the village with fresh food. Your parents worked with the security of the village and they had failed immensely. Now, they were listening to your lover's every wink and command.

"Where did he hurt you, Y/N?" Teresa asked in distress as she pulled your dress up and searched your skin for something that wasn't there. "Oh, you have to show me so I can clean you up!" Teresa was on the verge of tears. She was totally distraught and you understood what she must think. You went alone with him into the cellar. She must believe that he took you down there to hurt you in some way.

"Oh, Jesus, I heard the screams but I, as everyone else were pushed away by his men. Please, Y/N, show me. I can help you."

You stared at her blatantly as she checked almost every inch of your skin.

"He didn't..." she trailed of her words and began to sob, "Please don't tell me he took adventage of you?"

"No!" you managed to get out as you detangled yourself from her prying fingers and eyes. "He didn't hurt me!"

She looked completely dumbfounded.

"Bu-but.." she furrowed her brows in thought. "I heard you screaming. Don't tell me that you didn't because I heard it, as well as the rest of the village! You don't have to cover for that sick scumbag."

"He didn't hurt me." you repeated matter of factly.

"Then," Teresa came closer to you as if it would help her to understand you better. "Why did you scream?" her voice was just above a whisper, as if she was scared for the answer.

You didn't know what to reply. Should you tell her the truth or should you just lie to your best friend?

Her brown eyes searched you and you could see that she was really worried about your well-being.

You were fine. Actually, better than fine. But, how would you put it into words without her making a total scene about it?

"You can't tell anyone." you said, as you leaned in closer to her.

She shook her head immediately, "Of course not, whatever it is it stays with me if you want it that way." she reassured you with a warm smile.

"We uhm.." you began, Teresa nodded for you to continue so you did, "We had sex."

Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head.

"He raped you?" the tears were back in her eyes.

"No!" you quickly said, "No. It was consentual."

She looked like you were joking with her, unsure about the information you just had bestowed upon her.

"That doesn't explain why you screamed like that." she shook her head, "You don't have to say that it was consentual if it wasn't, I would never blame you. It's not your fault that he's a sick bastard."

You had about enough of this now. It angered you that she spoke like that about him. You understood why she did it but you couldn't accept it nonetheless.

"I screamed because he licked me. Right here" you said as you pointed to your vagina. She blinked in disbelief at your sudden change of manner. "I screamed because it felt so fucking good it made me orgasm."

You took a step closer to her and she watched you like you were a complete maniac.

"And after he made me come, he fucked me and it felt so good, Teresa. It felt so goddamn good."

"Why are you saying this?" she asked, disturbed to the core by your words.

"Because that is what happened."

"But, you hate him! You've told me so, why on earth would you let him anywhere near your body?" her arms were crossed against her chest and she looked more angry now than in disbelief.

"I don't hate him, Teresa. Don't you get it? I just agreed with whatever you said but in reality I couldn't stop watching him because he made feel something by only looking at him." you let out truthfully.

"Don't tell me you've fallen in love with that phsycopath!"

You didn't want to fuel this conversation with more fire so you just turned around and walked right out of her house and she let you. Before, if you had an fight she never would've let you go but this time, she must think you had crossed a line that she wasn't going to forgive.

You steered your feet to where you knew you would find him while the entire village were watching you and whispering.

Let them, you thought. You had only one thing on your mind right now.

You saw him sitting there in the village's centre on his chair, his hands behind his head as he was soaking up the sun.

His boys noticed you before him and one of them hurried over to him to whisper something.

You didn't understand the language that they were speaking but you heard the younger boy refer to your lover as "Eli" and you found yourself smiling to yourself a little. A bad boy like him with a pretty name like that. It didn't suit him but at the same time you couldn't find a better name for him.

"What do you want?" Eli asked you, his eyes calculating your every move as you walked right up to him. His boys gasping as you walked so close and lowered your upper body so that your noses almost touched.

"Commander?" one of the boys asked alarmingly.

"Go away." he said and for a second your heart dropped to your stomach because you thought the words were directed at you. As his boys began to hurry away from the scene, you let go of the breath that you had been holding in for a few seconds.

"What do you want?" he repeated and you stood up tall, while he remained seated.

"Do I have to want something, Eli?" you replied and for a split second his eyes narrowed but he shook his head as if to get rid of whatever he felt at the moment and stood up as well.

"You want me again?" he asked, a smirk playing on his soft lips.

"I just had you, like fifteen minutes ago." you snickered.

"Then what is it?" he sat himself down again, a visible pout on his pretty face.

"Can I just-" you sighed out loudly, "Sit here with you?"

He looked you up and down as if to see if you were fucking around, when he made sure that you weren't he got up from the chair again and held out his arm towards it in a gesture for you to sit down.

"What about you?" you asked, eyeing the chair varily.

"I can sit between your legs." he said and nodded toward the floor in front of the chair.

"Oh." you said, but found yourself sitting down in the chair and Eli sloping down infront of it, his back against your front and your thighs on either side of his shoulders.

You looked up and saw Teresa with her parents standing by their house. They stared in both disbelief and dislike.

They looked at you as if you were a traitor and maybe you were. Maybe you should hate Eli just as they do.

You looked down at him where he proudly sat between your thighs, his arms now resting on your lower thighs and knees.

You couldn't possibly hate him. You just couldn't.

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The night fell upon the little village and people withdrew themselves into their warm and comfy little houses for a good night's sleep.

You hadn't thought twice about what your parents would say when you returned. They would most likely be ashamed and angry with you for showing off in the village center with Eli for the entire day.

Maybe, you weren't even welcome there anymore.

You glanced towards your house and pain shot through your heart.

Where the hell were you suppose to go?

You didn't have to think further about it because Eli stood up from where he sat and held a hand out for you to take.

You took it without hesitation and walked with him, wherever he was leading you.

"Where are we going?" you asked curiously.

"Inside." it was a short and quick answer and you let it be. Inside sounded good to you because the nights had gotten colder.

Eli led you towards the old couple Freeman's house.

With a second thought, you hadn't seen them in a while..

"This is Freeman's house." you said as you stopped in your tracks before the door.

"Mhm." he nodded and opened the door and walked inside, leaving you outside in the cold. He left the door open for you and the curiosity got the best of you. You walked over to the door and went inside.

The Freeman's were nowhere to be seen in the kitchen and living room. Eli's boys had put mattresses onto the living room floor and were now lying down peacefully with a gun beside each and everyone of them.

"Where are the Freeman's?" you asked Eli as the two of you walked upstairs.

He shrugged, "At someone else's house I guess."

You were okay with that answer. At least they weren't brutally murdered like some were at the beginning of Eli's takeover. You shivered at the thought of it and decided to bury it deep into your forgotten memories. You didn't want to remember that, at least not for now.

He walked into the master bedroom and jumped down on the bed with a satisfied sigh. He put his hands behind his head on the pillow and closed his eyes slowly.

"Uhm.." you began and he opened one eye to look at you. "Where am I supposed to sleep?"

"Beside me?" he nodded towards the empty spot beside him and you nodded cautiously.

He sighed loudly and sat himself up in the bed.

"What?" he asked, irritation vivid in his dark voice. "You can sleep with me but not beside me?"

"No, no. It's not that." you began but he had already gotten up from the bed and walked past you to exit the room and leave it to you completely.

"No, wait!" you shouted after him but he kept going. Was he offended?

You hurried after him and grabbed him by the arm in the hallway and that made him swirl around on his feet and stare you right into the eyes with those intense blue ones.

"I would love to sleep next to you. I'm just not used to these kinds of things." you smiled a little to try and ease up the tense situation. "I am sorry if I offended you in any way, I did not mean to."

He looked you over before he leaned in and kissed your lips ever so softly.

You were taken aback for a second or two but then dug your fingers into his blonde locks and made the kiss deeper.

Before you knew it, the two of you were back in the master bedroom, still kissing and grabbing each other fondly wherever you could reach.

Eli stopped the kiss abruptly and you gave a look of surprise before you realized he had only done it to get his boots and pants off.

You went with it as well and got rid of your sandals and dress at the same time as he was getting out of his boxers.

You weren't even thinking about being ashamed for being naked next to him as you dropped your bra and panties to the floor and looked up to him, your eyes locking for a few seconds before you began kissing again. This time though, you could feel it becoming more and more desperate as the both of you swirled each other's tongues around the others and you could feel his hardness poking into your stomach every now and then.

He stopped the kiss once again and laid himself down on the covers of the bed and motioned for you to come and join him.

When you laid down beside him he wasted no time at worshiping your body. His mouth found your nipples and he nibbled, licked and kissed them as his hand snaked down between your legs.

You opened up wildly and his fingers found your clit and rubbed it at a slow pace and dipped one of his fingers down to your center to rub the insides of you every now and then.

"Eli.." you moaned and his mouth left your breasts to look up at you.

His blue eyes were filled with so much lust that it made you ache even worse than before. You just wanted to please him and have him please you too.

Two of his fingers fucked you steadily as he watched you writhe and moan in pleasure. His eyes never left you for one second.

"Please.." you begged him.

He entered another finger into you and you shook your head, "No.." You moaned, "I need you, now.."

He withdrew his fingers and put them into his mouth to suck off your juices before he put himself over you, his arms holding his weight up from crushing you.

He entered you slowly, looking into your eyes as he did so.

Both of you moaned as he was engulfed inside of you completely.

He moved inside you slowly all the while the two of you were kissing and touching each other almost lovingly.

He came pretty fast and you didn't blame him. This was very new to the both of you and it had been incredible. You never thought that sex could have anything to do with passion. It had been pure passion between you and Eli, you shared kisses, moans and he praised you between said kisses. You felt so good. You were so beautiful. You were so soft and warm.

You told him how handsome he was and how happy he made you feel. You could almost detect a smile on his lips as you had said those words.

He wasn't quite done yet, though.

He scooted down between your legs to clean you up with a towel he had found at the bedstand and when he had discarded it to the floor, he went in and began kissing and licking your pussy.

You held his hands as you erupted loudly between the four walls of the bedroom. Your legs shaking even worse than they had done earlier.

He looked up at you, his mouth messy from your juices and his saliva and you snickered quietly.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just so.." your words couldn't cover up for how you felt right now. You pulled him by the arm instead and motioned for him to lay down on the pillow. When he did, you laid your head on his chest and snaked your arm around his toned stomach.

It didn't take long for you to fell asleep quietly as he petted you softly over your hair.

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The weeks passed on in the same manner. No villager talked to you anymore as it became more evident by the day that you and Eli had a thing.

You spended your days by playing Ludo with Etepe, talking about books with Eli and as night fell on, you and Eli withdrew yourselves from everyone to make love.

The two of you were very curious about sex with each other and you explored it without any shame at all.

You came to realize that Eli loved to have his cock sucked and therefore you did it as much as you could and he let you.

You also ventured and tried different positions, you enjoyed to have him taking you while the two of you laid on your side. He came in so deeply into you and it made you orgasm. He didn't have to lick you after every love session anymore.

Not that you didn't enjoy it because you really did. So did Eli.

He was also adventurous and ate you out on the counter top in the kitchen while his boys were in the living room supposedly asleep.

The both of you knew that they weren't sleeping because how could they with you being so loud as he kissed, sucked and licked your soaking, aching pussy?

It thrilled him on and the two of you didn't only engage in oral sex at that counter top that night. You also made love to each other right after he had made you come with his tongue.

He was loud when he came and you couldn't help but wonder if he actually wanted his boys to hear what the two of you were doing. As if he was trying to show off that you were his girl.

You were unconditionally in love with Eli and you felt as the love was returned. He kissed you, looked into your eyes as if you meant the world to him. He also praised you very often and started to give Etepe, the boy you used to play Ludo with, a hard time. He could push him around and shout at him for the silliest things and you found it almost laughable that Eli was jealous. If he only could see himself through your eyes..

---

You woke up abruptly that morning and sensed immediately that something was wrong.

Eli wasn't beside you.

You checked the clock and it was only a quarter to eight.

You got up and looked out through the window.

No Eli anywhere.

You heard a car somewhere nearby and a few of Eli's boys speaking hurriedly in Kikongo, their language.

What the hell was going on?

You dressed as fast as you could and pracitcally ran down the stairs and shoved yourself through the front door.

A big van was parked on the short side of the house and a few of the boys jumped inside with bags and weapons. You saw Etepe coming out from the shed a few metres from you with a bag filled with guns.

He seemed distressed and on edge.

"Etepe!" you shouted and he turned towards you, his eyes turning sad as soon as he laid them on you. "Where's Eli, Etepe?"

"I am sorry." he said before he jogged away from you towards the van, jumped in the back and closed the doors behind him.

"Etepe!" you shouted after him, panic starting to fill your entire body.

The car turned around and as it did, you saw Eli sitting in the passenger seat, his head turned away from you as if he didn't want to look at you.

"Eli?" you gasped in total shock. As the van started to drive for the road behind the house, you started running after it.

"Eli!" you screamed in pure distress, your heart ripping into a million pieces as the van drove further and further away.

You didn't stop running. You ran and ran even if the car was nowhere in sight anymore. You couldn't stop running until you couldn't breathe anymore.

You stumbled down to the ground and let out the most heart breaking wail you've ever heard yourself before. The tears streamed uncontrollably down your face.

You felt as if you were dying.

Maybe you were. You weren't sure.

Your heart ached so badly that you almost thought that it actually could be something real, like a heartattack.

Of course it wasn't. You told yourself.

He had just left you here like some cheap whore without so much as a goodbye.

You buried your face into the grass and screamed and cried, there, you were for hours and hours until someone found you near the end of the day.

You couldn't talk. You couldn't even walk.

You were apathic.

The man, who you have heard afterwards were Teresa's father, carried you to your home and your parents let you stay there until you were able to communicate again.

When you told them that he had left they became furious with you for your behavior up until the current day. They cursed you and told you that you had brought shame upon the family.

You couldn't care less. You couldn't seem to care about anything anymore. All there was were pain.

You stayed at the village for a few months but then you hitchhiked your way out of there and lived on the single hope that you would find him again soon...

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Sooo, this weekend I watched the new Wrong Turn movie. It was unbelievably good but as a die hard fan of the franchise, I would prefer if they just would’ve gone with the title “The foundation” since it has nothing to do with the inbred hillbillies that are Wrong Turn.

ANYWAY. When I watched the movie I got shooketh when I realized what a fucking DADDY SILVER FOX Bill Sage is. I mean, come on! How could I have missed this?

You know what they say. Fine men ages like fine wine 🍷 🤤

Wrong Turn

#wrong turn #bill sage #silver fox #hot daddy #fine older men

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Leon gifs ▸ [9/∞]

#resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #resident evil #re4 #re4edit #video games #videogame #videogameedit

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RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE — Scenery (2/?)

#resident evil #resident evil village

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A little scared never hurt nobody

Part ||

OC x Deacon Frost

A Blade fanfiction…

TW - mentions of self harm and depression.

Mature as hell, I have no shame 🤘🏻

It had been 6 days.

Or was it 7?

It was hard to keep track of time. The schedule was easy enough to keep track of, though. At my every woken minute, we fucked. We fucked to the point that I almost fainted from exhaustion which earned me an irritated growl from Deacon and him leaving me there, naked in the middle of his bed.

On the third day, he offered to turn me. He proceeded to explain the glory with being a vampire. What a miraculous gift it was to be something else than a dull human. Something faster, something sharper and something much more long lived.

My answer wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Probably not what he expected either.

I simply explained that I couldn’t do it. If I was so miserable as a human and had failed to end myself how could I proceed with being a vampire? I needed to know that I was going to die sometime in the future. Besides, the few things that at least brought me some kind of happiness, a warm sunny day on the beach was one of them. I just couldn’t do it.

Deacon was disappointed in me, I could sense it so heavily. I knew that he didn’t leave me naked and alone in the bed because he was angry with me but because he was frustrated that I wouldn’t join him and share all the benefits with being a vampire. Having sex for hours being one of the perks.

Yet, I couldn’t quite figure out why he kept me. He have had his way with me for days now and I had made it clear that I wasn’t going to join him, so what was left? I was dull, weak and his fucking food, as he so preciously talked about humans, which clearly means me as well. Even with that being stated quite clearly he kisses me, eats my pussy until I scream and makes a fucking mess and let’s me cuddle him until I fall asleep.

It was borderline insane behavior.

But, I didn’t have a complaint.

I wrapped the towel around my hair in an turban before I began dressing. This night he had provided me with a white knee length dress in cotton and a pair of black thongs. I sighed but dressed myself without voicing my disgust. I looked like that woman, Mercury, the he had around all the time. This was most likely her clothes. By the way she looks at me every time she sees me, I know for sure she would not be too happy to know that I’m wearing it but I rather not walk around naked.

I exited the bathroom and froze with the breath caught in my throat when I almost collided with Deacon. He stood leaned against the opposite wall from the bathroom door, a smirk forming on his lips as he got my reaction.

“Jesus, you scared me.” I said with a laugh.

“I didn’t think you were scared of anything?” He mocked with that smirk of his still plastered on his handsome face.

“Jump scares. It gets everyone.” I stated before shrugging.

“Mmm.. right.” He began, before closing the space between us with only two steps. “Krieger is out on something important, so you’ll have to get your own food tonight.” He finished, looking me over, as if I was some piece of meat for him to devour.

“Get my own food?” I asked, dumbfounded by what he was asking of me. There wasn’t any food here in this house for me to cook. How on earth would I be able to get any food without Deacon’s familiar?

“Yes. I presume you’ve done it before?” More sarcasm. “There’s a coat and some money on the bed.”

“You want me to go out of the house to get food?” I quickly asked, as he had laid out an coat for me to use.

“Oh. I’m sorry, princess, is it too much to ask?” He bantered me, before laughing lowly.

“That’s not what I meant!” I groaned, humiliated that he thought I was such a stuck up. I’ve done everything for myself since I was a kid. My family was pure shit.

“Go get you something to eat, baby, and I’ll see you later.” He said, kissing my ear ever so lightly as he brushed past me and disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.

I stood in the hall for a few seconds, looking in the direction he had disappeared in. Still debating if this was a test or if he really had offered me to go outside by myself, at night.

I could die, there was hungry vampires out there and he was nowhere near to protect me.

I could run.

I bit my lip as I entered the bedroom. As he had promised, there was a white coat on the bed. I went over to the bed and felt the fabric between my fingers. It was the same as the dress, simple cotton. I took it in my hands and smelled it.

It was an distinct smell of a perfume.

Must be Mercury’s too.

I sighed loudly but put the coat on, it fitted good, not perfectly but good. It felt a little tight over the upper arms and chest area but it’ll have to do.

I looked over the bed again, searching the covers with my eyes rapidly. No money?

I felt the coat with my hands and realized it had pockets. I brought my hands down into them and felt something. I brought it up for my eyes to see.

“500 bucks?” I laughed out. Deacon must have no idea about what food actually costs.

I shrugged and put the money back into the safety of the pocket and went out to the elevator.

It made a loud sound and opened the doors and I stepped in carefully. I pushed the bottom for the entrance level and stood back to wait for my descent.

It had been days since I last rode this elevator. Sally had been alive.

Sally..

I hadn’t had any time to mourn her I realized and it hit me like a fire truck.

I put my hand on the cold, steel wall and tried to breath properly while I closed my eyes. Soon, these doors would open and I didn’t know who I could come face to face with. I couldn’t show myself vulnerable.

I breathed in heavily and opened my eyes just in time before the doors opened.

I was so glad that I had collected myself because a pack of seven vampires stared back at me. In all varieties of ‘age’ and looks. I indifferently walked past them and as I brushed against one of the women she grabbed me roughly around my upper arm.

“What do we have here?” She spoke out, locking eyes with me. Hers a deep blue and slightly insane.

She showed off her pearly white fangs in a hiss but I remained in place, eyes locked with her without so much as an inch of fear vulnerable for her to see. I wouldn’t give her shit.

“Ey, ey, ey Trish!” I heard a familiar voice call out from the entrance doors.

Quinn came into my view and pulled Trish’s hand from my arm.

“What!” She exclaimed with adamant irritation.

“She’s Deacon’s. Don’t wanna mess with that.” He informed her as he shook his head.

She snorted but immediately looked away from me as if I all of a sudden didn’t existed.

The vampires moved forward to the elevator but Quinn stood left with me.

“You’re lucky I was here, Trish would’ve-“

“Shut the fuck up.” I growled at him, Sally’s beautiful face playing on repeat in my head.

He looked completely dumbfounded at me, like I was from some other world completely. I didn’t give two fucks about him as I left him alone there and went out through the entrance doors.

The cold wind welcomed me outside, I embraced it and the fresh air as I began walking determinedly towards.. I had no idea where I was going. I usually wasn’t in this part of town but this part must have a diner or something. I didn’t really care what kind of food it was. I just needed to eat so I could go back to Deacon’s and have him fuck me so hard into the bed that I wouldn’t be able to remember what happened to the only friend I had left.

I was all alone now.

As depressing as it was, I spotted something up ahead that must be a diner. I sped up a little and almost bumped into an old lady that eerily reminded me of my granny.

“Sorry.” I mouthed, but didn’t stay long enough to fire up a conversation with the woman.

My granny wasn’t a very good memory either. Not that she was bad, she was one of the good. But she died from ovarian cancer when I was thirteen and that left me without an safe house to escape to when my sister or mother acted out.

Our entire family was fucking bananas. In some way or another. A core memory hit me like lightening and made me stop right in my tracks, just before the doors to the diner.

I remembered something.

Granny used to have a brother that everyone thought was absolutely out of his shit. He used to talk about vampires and how they existed among us. No one believed him, of course. And then his family got murdered by some nut job and he blamed everything on the vampires. Everyone was mourning and cut him off because they needed to do so in peace. At least, that’s what granny used to tell me.

He was probably not crazy at all, poor man. Probably dead by now, though.

I inhaled and shrugged a little before I decided I needed to get inside the diner before anyone thought I was crazy.

I ordered some black coffee, pancakes and chocolate banana swirl ice cream. I ate in peace since the diner was empty besides me and an older man who sat with his face buried in some newspaper.

I payed the waitress and left a generous tip before I got out into the night once again.

“That coffee good in there?” An older man asked kindly, his face battered with age.

“It’s okay.” I told him and was about to continue towards my destination before the man spoke again.

“What’s a lovely young woman like yourself doing out here, so late?” His smile was crooked and the previous kindness long gone.

Vampire.

A voice inside my head told me sharply.

He took a few steps closer to me and I could feel my skin beginning to crawl.

Did I want to end it now?

Somehow, no. Not now. I needed to get back to Deacon first. I just needed to feel his skin on mine one last time before I-

Deacon!

“Don’t you dare come any closer, I belong to Deacon Frost and if you so much as bruise me, he will rip your fucking head off.” I growled at the man.

The man’s eyes averted in surprise but he nodded and put his hands down in his pockets and turned on his heels and walked away from me immediately.

Wow. That was… disturbing.

I put my hands in the pockets of the coat and walked as fast as my feet were able to.

I think I’ve highly misread Deacon. I mean, of course I knew he was powerful, he’s a goddamn vampire. What I didn’t expect was a random vampire to know exactly who he was and run away like a scaredy-cat when I mentioned his name. I just gave it a try since Quinn had done the same with the vampire Trish, it was just instinctive.

I got to the penthouses’ entrance, I entered hurriedly and almost threw myself into the elevator.

I had some questions, but I had no idea at the moment how to ask them. What do you even say? Hey, I just shouted at some random vampire outside to leave me the fuck alone because I’m yours, whatever the fuck that even means, and he didn’t blink twice before running away, ehm what does that mean? Are you some kind of a big shot in the world of the vampires?

It sounded stupid.

I got out of the elevator and was welcomed with pounding music, voices of ecstasy and laughter.

I sighed, but sought out the source of the noises and found everyone in the living room. The panoramic windows were opened out to the pool. Trish and a male were bathing. Quinn had two women at his side in one of the couches, taking turn to make out with them. Some vampires were sat down on the floor, talking vividly with each other, some were sitting in the other couches, enjoying the music. Deacon stood by the entrance to the pool with Mercury, he held his arm around her waist and it seemed as she was whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

It made me sick.

It made my head throb with venomous jealousy.

Even if I knew deep down that I wasn’t the only girl he had sex with. Of course I wasn’t.

Deacon turned around on queue and our eyes met. He smiled approvingly at my return. I could’ve just hopped on a train and never look back but I chose to stay.

“Why the fuck is that bitch wearing my clothes?!” Mercury screeched, one manicured finger pointing furiously at me.

The entire penthouse went quiet, everyone’s eyes went back and forth between me and Mercury.

“Because she doesn’t have anything to wear.” Deacon answered calmly and let go of her waist.

“I don’t care if she has to go around naked!” She wailed, “Take my clothes off, you fucking disgusting little human!” She demanded as she walked towards me determinedly,

“Mercury.” Deacon’s voice were filled with sternness as he spoke her name. Mercury stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to face Deacon.

If I didn’t told myself I must be hallucinating I thought I saw her become thousand times smaller as she bowed her head in shame and hurried out on the balcony, away from everyone’s eyes.

“Uhm,” Quinn cleared his throat, the two women on his sides only a few inches away from grabbing his crotch with their small and long fingers. “Let the party continue!” He brawled, “Music!” He mouthed to a young looking vampire in a white shirt who was closest to the boom box.

Deacon’s eyes scanned me still and when the music started blaring again my head cleared up from whatever fog that had overtaken it.

The imprinted picture of Deacon’s hands on Mercury made me sick to my stomach and I knew I was only a second away from starting to throw shit at Deacon because of it.

We couldn’t have that.

So, I turned around and walked to the bedroom and shut the door the hardest I possibly could without it breaking behind me.

I ripped Mercury’s clothes off of my body and threw them on the floor and grabbed one of the bed sheets and wrapped it around my naked body.

It felt as the time I saw my sister Tara with Jake for the first time, all over again. That immense pain that made me want to peel my fucking skin off. Anything, just to stop it from hurting so goddamn bad.

When I realized what that really meant, I started crying.

And I let the tears fall without so much as an inch of care anymore.

I had let myself fall for him with all the sex, all the intimacy, without even realizing it until now.

I, who had promised myself never to go through that jungle again, had ran straight through it without any recognition of it whatsoever.

How fucking stupid could you get?

This, this is what kills me. That’s why it never worked the first time.

#blade movie #deacon frost x oc #deacon frost #vampires #nasty shit

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A little scared never hurt nobody…

A Blade Movie Fanfiction Part 1

OC x Deacon Frost

So, I happened to rewatch my all time favorite movie Blade. And DAMN how could I forget Deacon? My vagina wonders.

Mature content and mentions of suicide and depression. TW!

My feet ached badly. Of course not anywhere near how much my heart ached, but that was a different matter. Sally had forced me into these high inch heels, telling me how much they fitted the dress she also forced upon me. Jesus Christ, help me.. She had dolled me up like I was just that, her personal little doll.

“Oh, come on Maria, don’t be so sulky!” Sally groaned as we began coming closer to the bar that she had picked out for the night. The crazier the better, right? I thought sarcastically as I watched a group of five entering the club, all of them dressed as funky ravers. Wow, Sally. We looked like two sexified Morticia Gomez’s and if everybody looked anywhere near the other group, we wouldn’t fit in.

“Let’s just go to our usual place.” I groaned, and stopped her in her tracks by grabbing her arm before she could holler at the doorman.

“Why?” She crossed her arms. “I really don’t see why you wanna punish yourself by going back there anymore.” Her hand at my shoulder were gentle and I knew deep down that she meant well.

“You’re right.” I said finally, holding my hands up in defeat. “Fuck Jake! Fuck the pissy club he’s working at!” I shouted out loudly, deserving myself a few looks from a couple of bystanders. I didn’t care. It had taken me some time to get that out of me. Jake.. the son of a bitch that made me completely mad. The reason as to why my wrists were covered in bracelets, not only for the fashion but also to cover the noticeable wounds, soon to be scars, that I did to myself with a hunting knife after he had told me that he had fallen in love with my older sister, and she of course, had fallen in love with him. Not only did I lose the love of my life, I lost my own goddamn sister. It made me hate humanity, hate myself, hate everything. Sally was a fresh sunshine in my other so dark and depressed life. She tried with all her might to bring a smile to my lips and I had to at least try.

“Let’s do this.” I said and Sally jumped up and down in excitement before she grabbed my hand and lead me towards the entrance.

The muscled doorman with a Mr-T-look looked us up and down, a little too long. I was just about to say something when he got out of the way and gestured for us to come on inside.

“Have a wonderful night, ladies.” The doorman said with a chuckle as we brushed past him.

“What a fucking creep!” Sally whispered to me and nodded back to the lovely doorman.

“Probably desperate or something.” I said with a shrug, trying not to let something so trivial as a desperate doorman get my night ruined.

Sally nodded in agreement before we came into the club itself. People were dancing frantically to the blaring music, some people were grinding themselves upon each other, some getting intimate in the corners of the area.

“I need a drink.” I told Sally and pointed towards the bar.

“Seriously?” Sally groaned loud enough to be heard over the pumping music. She pointed to the bar and looked at me with an open mouth.

The line was horrid. There were about sixty people if not more, waiting to order their drinks.

“No way I’m standing in that line.” Sally said, but when she saw how frustrated I became she quickly added, “We can go out to the dance floor and dance for a bit, the line will probably clear up soon, ok?”

I agreed with her and removed my leather trench coat to reveal a black satin dress with a low cut. Sally wore red satin dress with a high cut to match her red hair. Both of us were wearing stilettos, mine were red and hers were black. We sort of completed each other.

We headed out to the dance floor, Sally was jumping and moved around with grace in her high heels. I was trying to not fall flat on my ass as people bumped into us every now and then at the crowded dance floor.

Sally laughed and tossed her hair oven her shoulder as she began dancing closer to me, I tossed my jet-black hair over the opposite shoulder of hers and caught her up on what she was trying to do. This was her way of catching guys attention. Dudes loves watching two girls getting it on and I didn’t really mind. She was my best friend and if she could get laid with my help, so will it be.

I swayed my hips in tact with hers and put my hands on her shoulders as she put her hands on my waist. We went on like that what felt like hours before we needed to take a little break. Sally took my hand and led me from the dance floor and to an empty booth. We sat down with our breaths in our throats and laughed at how promiscuous we had been just moments ago.

“You know, I-“ I began but got silent as a female waiter with a purple leather two piece and green hair put down two Bloody Mary’s in front of us.

“Here you go, girls.” She said with a wide smile.

“Uh-“ Sally began but I cut her off, “We didn’t order those.” I said defensively.

“No, I know. Those gentlemen over there order them for you.” The waitress said and pointed to two men on the other side of the club who already were looking at us. One of them had the same hair color as Sally, and almost as long hair as she did too, the other one had disheveled, brown hair and distinctive light blue eyes who looked right into mine. A shiver ran through my body at his intense gaze.

“I don’t know. We don’t know what the hell they put in that shit.” I said yet again defensively, pictures of Sally getting roofied and raped repeating itself over and over in my head.

“They haven’t touched it. I took the order, made it in the bar and brought it right out to you girls.” The woman said before she flashed another toothy grin and walked off into the crowd.

Sally took one of the drinks and began sipping at it.

“Sally!” I said, trying to take the drink from her hand.

“What? You heard the lady! They haven’t touched it.”

I sighed but she was right. I looked over to the bar and it was still crammed with people waiting in line to order. There were no way we were getting a drink on our own accord. How the hell those two guys got this quick was beyond me but her it was.

I deemed myself defeated as I took a sip of the drink. It tasted amazing and I wasn’t really scared for my own accord. At this point, after everything, I didn’t fear much. I sure as hell didn’t fear death.

“Oh my god.” Sally whispered. “They’re still watching us. They must have seen us dancing.” She said with a big smirk.

I looked up and once again my eyes were entwined with the brown haired man. He grinned, almost as if he knew what we were talking about.

The other man waved, beckoning us over and I saw Sally wave back enthusiastically beside me in the corner of my eye as she stood up and collected her coat.

“You want that dude?” I asked, still sitting down. Looking the red haired man over as I spoke to her. He wasn’t her typical type to say the least. Yet, she seemed enthusiastic at his attention.

“I mean, let’s go over and see what they want.” She responded with a shrug.

“I can tell you right now what they want.” I laughed.

“Meh! Don’t be like that! Look at the other dude, he’s totally eye fucking you.” She nodded over to the pair.

I rolled my eyes.

“He’s hot Maria, let’s just go over. What’s the worst that can happen?”

She was right. I was being boring and definitely cock blocking her. I inhaled and stood up beside her.

We pushed ourselves through the crowd over to the other side, our hands tightly holding each other to not get lost in the craziness of all people jumping and dancing around us.

Before we knew it we stood before the two mysterious men.

“It took you girls long enough!” The redhead shouted over the music with a grin.

Sally laughed along. I didn’t laugh. I didn’t say anything. I had once again locked eyes with the brown haired man. His mouth shot up in an attractive smirk and that alone, somehow cast a spell on me, beckoned me completely in.

“I’m Maria.” I said without realizing I had even spoke.

“My name’s Deacon.” He said and held his hand out to shake mine. I shook it and almost flinched at how cold his firm hand was.

Sally had already sat herself down beside the other man. He had his arm around her and they were laughing together.

The man named Deacon held my hand still and pulled me to his side. I didn’t refuse him one bit. Something about him was alluring, mysterious, almost felt dangerous. A year ago I would’ve put my legs to work and ran out of there but in my current state, it excited me.

He smelled so good. So masculine, yet fresh. His touch was experienced, he knew exactly what he was doing. He had done this so many times before. His mouth spoke sweet nothings in my ear and made me clench my thighs together before we even had the chance to get out of the club.

Sally and the man I know knew as Quinn were already making out. They didn’t seem to care at all about talking. When he started to push her hand towards his groin, Deacon spoke up.

“We should go to our place. It’s not far from here.”

“Good idea, boss.” Quinn nodded and helped Sally to her feet.

Boss? People went out and hooked up with girls with their employees now?

I didn’t have any time to think anymore about that as Deacon put his arm around me and took the lead leaving the club.

We walked a few blocks, Quinn and Sally were laughing and making out every now and then. Deacon held a firm grip around my shoulders and spoke softly about how beautiful I was and what I did to him. How he couldn’t wait to get to his place so he could “rip me apart.” It was a weird choice of words with a girl you just met but I let it slip, it didn’t frightened me if he was on the kinky side.

We stopped at one of the skyscrapers and went inside in the lobby. It was dark and I couldn’t barely see anything before we were inside the elevator. He pushed the button for the penthouse.

“Jesus.” I said.

“What’s that?” Deacon murmured.

“I’m barely afraid of anything but heights.” I said with a shrug. Deacon chuckled lowly.

“You’re barely afraid of anything?” He repeated.

“Not really.” I responded quickly. Not trying to sound like I was trying to be tough. I didn’t know if I was tough. I just knew that a lot of tragedy makes you indifferent.

“How about ghosts?” He asked with a hint of humor in his blue eyes.

“No.” I said, shaking my head.

“Witches, werewolves? How about vampires?” He tried again and this time I laughed out loud.

“No. Even if they happened to exist which they don’t, I just don’t know what to be scared of. That they could kill me? I’m so scared.” I humored.

He didn’t laugh, neither did Quinn. Both of them just stared at me before the elevator alerted us that we had arrived at our destination.

I felt embarrassed. This was exactly why I hadn’t been hooking up with anyone after Jake. I had gone way to dark for anyone’s liking. It was a miracle that Sally had stayed for so long. No one else had. I had a shot with this amazingly sexy guy and now I had most likely fucked it up.

Way to go Maria! I thought to myself.

We parted ways with Sally and Quinn. They hurried to the other side of the corridor we were presented with when we got out of the elevator. Deacon nodded for me to follow him to the other side.

I walked behind him and he didn’t even look back to see if I was coming. Of course he knew I was. Who would be standing up a man that looked like he does? Even if I didn’t get anything tonight which was unlikely that I would do after my little stunt back there in the elevator.

Deacon opened a door to our right and disappeared inside it. I catched up with him and peeked inside.

The room was white in its entirety. The only furniture was a king sized bed and a wardrobe. Nothing more nothing less.

No windows.

Odd.

Deacon stood by the bed and was unbuttoning his shirt and let it fall to the ground carelessly.

I couldn’t do anything but stand there and just get mesmerized by this beautiful man.

“Come here.” He encouraged and I pulled myself from the entrance and closer to him. I stopped right in front of him. There were only a few inches between us.

I let my hands wander down his hairy chest and down to his belt. I looked up as if to ask for permission.

But what I was met with wasn’t what I expected.

A wide grin with a toothy smile.

Teeth that wasn’t a part of the human anatomy. They were sharp like a canines. Like a predators.

Like a vampires.

I heard Sally scream bloody murder from somewhere in the penthouse.

I know it was expected for me to scream too.

But I didn’t.

“Can I?” I just said, referring to the belt.

Deacon, or whatever the hell it was, looked confused for a moment before he chuckled and shook his head.

“Do you realize I’m going to fucking kill you?” He snarled, clearly irritated with my reaction.

“You do whatever you gotta do, then.” I said as I undid his belt and pulled the zipper down. I reached in and took a firm grip around his clothed cock and looked back up at him.

He just stared me down with those icy blue of his, the fangs almost appearing as knives in the white light of the room.

He was still so, so beautiful.

I heard Sally scream one more time and this time it sounded closer. I felt a rush of pain over her. She didn’t want to die. She loved life and everything that came with it, she didn’t deserve this at all.

She must be so scared.

I wished I could be brave for both of us.

Without another word uttered between me and Deacon he turned me around hastily. I sighed, and closed my eyes.

I heard the zipper of my dress being pulled down and then the dress falling of my shoulders and immediately after pooling at my high heels. I didn’t wear a bra so I was left in my black thongs.

His arms were around me and his cold, soft lips and tongue were licking and kissing from my neck to my shoulder, ever so slowly. I clenched my knees together, the heartbeat between my legs almost unbearable. I must be so wet that it practically dripped from me by now.

His hands found my hips and the hem of my panties. He ripped them quickly from my skin, leaving nothing but shreds to accompany my dress at the floor.

I turned around and pulled at his pants. He gave me a crooked smile before he took the task in his own hands. He removed the last clothing items with vigor and ease.

Here we stood. Completely nude to each other. I admired his beautiful, manly, sexy body without embarrassment.

“Fuck.” Was all I could get out.

“I’m about to destroy you, do you fucking understand?” He almost snarled at me. His hand was at my neck, squeezing it firmly, but not hard enough to choke me.

He let go, confusion written all over his icy blues.

“Do you not fear death?” He simply asked.

Instead of telling him my entire life story, I unclasped both of my bracelets I had covering my wrists and tossed them to the side before I held my wrists up for him to see.

“You tell me.” I said as he had gotten a good look on them.

“You’re fascinating.” He breathed. “Humans tend to become so little, so pleading and patethic when faced with something over them in the food chain. You..” he seemed to be trying to find the right words, “You’re so indifferent.”

“What can you possibly do to me that life hasn’t already done?” I honestly asked.

Deacon’s eyes scanned me carefully. Like I was something he never had seen before.

Before I could add anything more, his lips covered mine quickly. Possesively. He groaned into the kiss as he begged for entrance into my mouth and I complied fully as I opened up and welcomed his wet tongue into my mouth. I moaned out loudly as he licked my tongue passionately. I could feel his sharp teeth at my lips and he would probably draw blood any second but I didn’t mind at all. His mouth was all I could think about.

He didn’t waste anytime at all, he pushed me up against the nearest wall, lined up his erected cock with my wet pussy and with one push, he was buried to the hilt.

I clawed desperately at his shoulders as I moaned out for the entire penthouse to hear.

He fucked me into the wall hard, not leaving my eyes for one second as he did so. As if he would get the answers he needed if he did so. Whatever those answers might be.

“Harder.” I begged, not even blinking as I said so.

He growled deep in his chest and literally threw me over to the bed. He were there in a mere second to turn me around on all fours and then he was inside me again.

“You want it hard?” He mocked me almost.

“Yes.” I said with a shaking voice from the pure pleasure he was bestowing upon me.

His hand found my throat and he pulled me up against his chest as he kept pounding into me vigorously.

We both moaned, groaned and touched every inch of each other we could reach. I wanted to melt into him, to be one with him more than just having him inside of me.

It didn’t take long for me to reach my peak. For the first time in my entire life with a man. I always did fine by myself but men never seemed to figure out how to make me burst. Deacon didn’t have any problem at all.

I screamed out loudly and Deacon’s hands were at my breasts, groping them as I rode out the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

As if I wasn’t human and didn’t need any rest after that, he turned me over and re-entered me for the third time tonight.

My legs were shaking profusely and I breathed heavily but he kept going. My legs were sprawled out on either side of his legs, my arms were at his chest, his shoulders, in his hair, as I moaned his name over and over again.

He took a hold of my throat with one of his hands and held himself up with the other. He was squeezing hard enough for me to have trouble breathing.

This is it. I thought. This is when he’s going to kill me.

He groaned out, it came deep from within him and vibrated out of his lips.

And as that, he let go of my throat.

He rolled of me and sat himself up against the headboard. He got a cigarette out of his pants by the beds end and lighted it up before he took a deep drag from it.

I remained still where I was laying, too tired to even move after that incredible fucking.

I didn’t even know if I just had dreamt or if this really did happen. I needed to confirm it to myself or else it would never become a reality to me.

I crawled up on the bed slowly, up to where he was sitting and smoking his cigarette carelessly. I leaned in to him and rested my head against his chest carefully. Aware that he any minute could just end it. I just wanted to enjoy the little time I had left.

The bedroom door flung open and an excited Quinn revealed himself, blood around his mouth and even in his hair.

“Deac!” He began but got quiet as he saw me beside very much alive.

“There’s a thing called fucking knocking!” Deacon exclaimed furiously as he sat up and threw the lighter at Quinn with all his might. Quinn barely just ducked it and it broke in thousands of pieces against the corridor wall.

“I’m sorry!” He breathed before he closed the door and presumably hurried away.

“Fucking idiot..” he muttered as he got of the bed and began dressing himself. I remained on the bed, still as a statue. Pondering over all the ways he could end me. I hoped he would end me by feeding himself. He looked starved.

I realized how fucked up my thoughts were about this thing, this man? But something inside me wanted to give him everything I possibly could. Even if it meant my own life. Why? I didn’t have a clue.

He mesmerized me. He calmed me when he should’ve frightened me. Last but not least, he fucked me like a fucking God.

“Maria.” He spoke, pulling me away from my twisted thoughts.

“Mhm..?” I answered absently.

“Stay.” He commanded with a finger pointed to me like I was some dog.

“Aren’t you gonna kill me?” I blurted out, shocked that he hadn’t ripped my throat out already.

He chuckled and put a new cigarette in his mouth, he fished up another lighter from his pocket and lighted it before he smirked cockily more to himself than to me.

“I haven’t had a fuck like that in decades. I’m going to keep you around for as long as I see fit and you’re going to be a good girl and behave for me, won’t you, Maria?”

“I, eh-“ I almost stuttered, not knowing what to answer to something like that.

“Good. I’ll see you later.” He finished as he walked out in the corridor and out of my sight.

What a cocky fucking bastard.

An incredible fucking hot bastard.

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Wesker:

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She never learns, does she?

A Resident Evil fanfic of reader who is a former lover of Albert Wesker but is now on the run from him when she discovered his involvement in the Raccoon City incident. She is terrified of him and what he’s capable of and at the same time angry with herself for not being capable to suppress her feelings towards the man. She’s also determined that he is obsessed with her, it doesn’t matter where she hides, he always finds her and he just won’t stop. So far, reader has been lucky to get away just in time before his arrival. This time, she’s taken by surprise.

Rated mature. 18+ for language, deaths and sexual content.

Long time no see, dear heart..

It has been three years, four months and seven days since the last time Y/N felt herself at home. Now, the closest thing she got to feel like home was the people she surrendered herself with. The people who gave up their own lives to make sure of your safety. What would you have done without their sacrifices? You didn’t need much time to think over the possibilities. You knew you would’ve been dead.

You were a loose end that knew too damn much and Albert wouldn’t stop until he silenced you for good.

After all these years, it still hurt you. The two of you once shared everything together. Or so, you thought. One day you had stumbled upon his underground laboratory that had been hidden from your view for two years behind a massive mahogany bookcase. You found his research, you found an entire life he had been living in a city called Raccoon City not far from where you had built up your life. You found everything. It terrified you how gullible you had been about everything. You believed him when he said he was working at the bank downtown, why wouldn’t you?

It was all a lie. He had been creating horrific viruses and killing people to the left and right before he came home to your bed and ravished your body with his.

It made you sick.

But it made you hurt even more.

You kind of liked the little bed and breakfast you had been calling home for three days now who had an incredible view of the Swiss mountains from your room. It was peaceful and the landscape alone made you hope for a brighter future. Maybe you could finally settle down? It surely would help your mental state to have some peace and quiet. Well, it had been quiet for you and your friends for several weeks now and they told you over and over again not to let your guard down but you just couldn’t help yourself as you peeked over to your sleeping friends before you turned back to the window you where standing in front of. The sun made its way up over the mountains and it cast such a mesmerizing view over the little village. You knew you should be careful but you really wanted to go outside by yourself, if only for a few minutes.

You put your coat over your red nightgown and the silk was so smooth to your skin it almost felt like you were naked underneath.

Before you exited, you made sure to at least pack a gun into your hip holster. You hurried out, careful not to make any sound when closing the door behind you. There was a small hallway with a few rooms and a long stairwell leading down to the lobby. You walked with your hands in your pockets as you exited the B&B and felt the cool spring wind kiss your face. This, this was exactly what you had been needing, some peace and quiet.

You took a stroll around the village that began to wake up. You took in every smell, every sound.. it almost felt as you were vibrating.

Wait

You put your hand in your pocket and retrieved your phone who was buzzing like crazy.

Jeez.. you thought, you hadn’t been out more than maybe a little over ten minutes and Jessica was already buzzing up your phone.

Where the hell are you? Come back right now! You know we don’t go anywhere alone! She wrote.

Jesus Christ, Y/N! What are you thinking?! Jared wrote you.

You couldn’t help but feel ashamed and guilty. What where you thinking? These people had offered everything to go underground with you and yet, you jeopardize everything by taking a goddamned stroll..

You sighed loudly and turned your little stroll back to the B&B. As you walked hurriedly, you went over in your head the best way to explain to your friends why you went out but every outcome was the same. It made you sound stuck up and ungrateful. You decided it was for the best to just apologize and own your mistake. You told yourself that you would promise them to never do anything like this ever again and you meant it.

The lady at the front desk was sitting with her back towards you as you entered the lobby. You wondered if you should bid her good morning but she seemed devoured in that book of hers so you decided to just leave her be. You walked past her but something in the corner of your eye made you stop in your tracks immediately.

You turned your head slowly in her direction and what you feared the most, became reality.

She wasn’t devoured in a book as it first had seemed. She was lying with her face into the open book. The pages that once must’ve been white was colored red and she was as still as a statue.

You grabbed your gun from your holster and called out for your friends to come downstairs as you walked towards the dead woman.

It was as quiet as a graveyard.

Nothing.

A not in your stomach began to build and you abandoned the dead woman and bolted up the stairs as fast as you possibly could and kicked the door to your room open, only to reveal it abandoned.

You began to panic. Where the hell where your friends? It couldn’t have been more than five minutes ago they blew up your phone.

Maybe they got so worried that they decided to go out and look for you? Maybe they had found the woman at the front desk and was at the police station? You had to find them.

You walked down the stairs once again, this time the peace you earlier felt was long gone. When you rounded the crook of the stairwell you completely froze. This time, you literally could feel the ice slithering up your spine.

Albert sat down in one of the armchairs that faced the stairwell, his face were stoic and calm and he had one of his legs over the other which made him look like he was waiting for someone.

He’s waiting for you.

You knew that your gun couldn’t do him any harm. Jared had fired multiple shots at him three years ago during our time in Japan but Albert had dodged every single bullet like he was some kind of a super human. You where lucky you got out of there alive. That was the last time he got this close as he was now.

Your insides were in raging, burning agony. You were so terrified that you trembled but at the same time, your heart hurt with the memories of your love years ago.

“Long time, no see, dear heart.” He spoke and you had forgotten about what a velvety voice that man possessed. Every word rolled of his tongue with absolute expertise. You wouldn’t let him fog up your brain anymore so you stood tall, the gun in your hand pointed directly at his beautiful face even though you knew it was useless, you wouldn’t let him think you would give up so easily.

“Where are my friends, Albert?” You asked. Your hand which held the gun were shaking and you tried to steady it the best you could but to no avail. You were so scared and it was displayed openly for him to see.

Before you could even register that it had happened, Albert had got up from the armchair and made his way over to you. You have no idea how he did it but he had managed to do it in shorter than a second. Now, he stood towering before you, mere inches between the two of you. He was so close that you could inhale his scent. The scent that you had forgot made its way up your nostrils and an raging battle began taking form inside of you. A part of you wanted to run, as far away as you could from this monster of a man or whatever the hell he was and the other part wanted to forget everything that has happened over the years and pull him in for one of those kisses that made your mind all foggy.

You looked up at him hesitantly, his sunglasses was covering his eyes, covering those magical light greys you so well remembered. The eyes you spend so many nights gazing into while you were making sweet love to each other. You didn’t need to see them to have all of those memories pool into your mind immediately, his presence did it all.

He grabbed your wrist of the hand that held the gun and you tried to make him let go of you but he was so strong that it barely even phased him. Without any trouble on his behalf, he took the gun out of your trembling hand and tossed it carelessly to the side.

“Where are my friends?” You tried again, this time your voice broke mid-sentence and you could feel the tears burning behind your eyes, threatening to break free and make you look even smaller than you already did.

“Three years, Y/N.” He began without any hint of emotions in his velvety voice, “You had me turning upside down on half the world for three years.” He finally stated.

“Just let them go, Albert, it’s me you want, isn’t it? They-“ you began sobbing, “They don’t know anything, I swear!” You exclaimed.

He pushed you up against the wall of the stairwell with his hands firmly on yours above your head. He leaned in closer to your tear filled face, so close that you felt his breath ghost over your skin ever so lightly.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.”

“I’m not lying, they don’t know anything about-“ you began hysterically but was cut off as he pushed you deeper into the wall and it made your backside ache profusely.

“Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” He pronounced every word with spitting venom. Now, you could feel how angry he was with you. The stoicism from before was a good act, you thought.

“Please, don’t hurt them.” You begged. “Do whatever you want with me but please, just let them go. They won’t tell anyone anything, I am sure of it. I can make them promise to not say anything to anyone! Please!” You were desperate. Every passing minute could mean that your friends lives were closer to an end and you had to do everything you could to help them. Just as they had helped you.

He chuckled.

You looked up at him in confusion under your wet eyelashes, the tears blurring your vision ever so slightly.

“I am not interested in making conversation about your little friends.” He spoke up sternly before he lightened the hold he had on you. You were still pushed up against the wall but it hurt less than it did before.

“I just need to know they’re okay.” Your voice were merely above an whisper.

“They are, for now.” Albert confirmed. Jesus Christ, he was too damn close to you. You could see every little pore in his skin, his scent filled you up like a balloon that was going to pop any second. You knew that he was going to kill you and you felt nowhere near being ready to die but his mere presence awoke something inside of you. The thing that you had been trying to bury deep, deep within. The undeniably eternal love you felt for him with the strength of a thousand elephants. It was blind and it was more forgiving than it was wise. It was so intense it made your skin burn and your insides too, you felt like a hot burning mess. It almost felt unnatural. Mainly because of what it did to you. You had never felt this with anyone else, not ever. It felt like you belonged together. You still knew better, though. Hence why you left and had been on the run for years.

You felt weak and tired. All of this, all of these years had made you so tired. You just wanted it to stop. You were done. There was no use to try and fight him, he was way too strong now. It’ll only make you end up dying in more pain than necessary and you felt obligated to save yourself from that.

“Just get it over with. For old time’s sake, make it quick.” You said, your voice was on the verge of a new wave of tears but you managed to keep them at bay.

His hands let go off yours and you felt his body leave yours, the warmth disappearing by the second. You closed your eyes, ready for the fatal strike.

It never came.

You held your eyes closed for what felt like minutes but nothing happened.

You battle with yourself if you would dare to open them and see what was going on and after a while, you decided that you had to.

He was just standing there, a feet or so from you, with his back against you. His gloved hands were clasped neatly behind his straight back and it appeared as if he was in deep thought. You could tell that, even with his back to you. It was your bond that told you.

Should you try to run?

No.

You wouldn’t get far and you were so tired of this cat and mouse bullshit.

You just wanted it to end.

“Albert, please..” you softly spoke, almost begging him to put you out of your misery.

“You never learn, do you?” He said as he turned to you.

Your confused expression spoke for you and he smirked hastily.

“If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t be standing here after all this time.”

You felt weak, confused and at the same time irritated. It felt as if you were back at square one. You had been running for your life only because you sincerely thought that he wanted to end it. All of the ruckus he had been making hadn’t exactly told you otherwise but it was true now when you actually thought about it, you had never once been harmed under these 3 years. All of your friends had been but never you.

“What do you want, Albert?”

“Isn’t it perfectly clear what I want, Y/N?”

You gave him a sour look. It really wasn’t. With all the information you now had on him, you had come to learn that he wasn’t that quiet but passionate lover you once thought you were dealing with. You’ve come to know that he was a sociopath and was capable to do about anything to preserve his goal which seemed to be collecting viruses from around the globe. You didn’t want to know what he was planning to do with them.

“Dear heart,” he began, that smirk upon his face for a few seconds before he continued, “I want what’s mine. I want you.”

If you thought you were confused before, it was nothing compared to what was going on inside your head right now.

“But you, you almost-You sent fucking mercenaries after us! You bombed one of the houses we were inside of, we just barely got out in time!” You fumed, your hand gesturing angrily with every word.

“You left without a word, Y/N, it made me very angry.”

“Oh, it made you angry?” You spat at him, every fear and tremble as blown away. “It made me angry when I found out you were a fucking liar! And not to mention a full blown psychopath!”

He briskly walked over to you and grabbed you by the shoulders roughly.

“You watch that tongue with me, Y/N, before I change my mind.”

“I’m done with these games, Albert! I’m done! Just get it over with, I can’t bear another second with this.” You said, refusing to face him. His face made you want to jump him right here right now. Your hormones were going crazy and you were equally angry as you were a hot, horny mess. The last time you orgasmed by another hand than yours was with Albert. You still remember it as if it was yesterday..

You had been slow cooking some fancy meat on the stove and had some baked potatoes filled with cheese and paprika in the oven. You were working on a side salad when he entered the kitchen freshly showered in nothing but a towel around his waist. He began kissing your neck and one thing led to another and before you knew it, you were sprawled out on one of the counters with his head between your legs, his tongue skillfully massaging your little bundle of nerves while two of his fingers were massaging the inside of your pussy and it didn’t take long before you clenched down on his fingers with a loud moan.

You needed to get your head straight. You couldn’t be thinking about things like that right now. You could literally feel the wetness pouring out of you.

“Hmm...” he hummed with a smirk. You couldn’t see his eyes but you felt how intense they were ravaging you right now.

“I can smell you.” He said, that damn smirk still plastered on his beautiful features. “You are aching for me Y/N, aren’t you?”

“No,” you said hastily, “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, yes you are.” Albert took one of his gloved hands to his face and removed the glove with his pearly white teeth. His naked hand snaked between your exposed legs and traveled up to your clothed pussy. You should slap him right across the face for taking such freedom to touch you like this and yet, you couldn’t do anything. You just stood there, looking up into his face, as if to get some reassuring that this wasn’t as wrong as it actually was.

He didn’t waste any time, he ripped the cloth from your skin with a growl. It probably would’ve stung your sensitive skin if it wasn’t for your arousal. You were dripping and you were desperately longing for the man that you deep down knew was the love of your life.

You grabbed his face with your soft hands and you tried to pull him into a kiss but he wouldn’t succumb to your wishes. He simply undid his belt, opened his trousers and pulled them down to his knees to reveal that he was already hard. You mouth watered and your pussy ached painfully at the sight of his cock. The same exact cock that you had been fantasizing about every time you pleased yourself nowadays.

Albert pushed you once again against the wall of the stairwell but this time he lifted you up as well with his hands at your hips. He didn’t leave you any time to comprehend a single thing, he buried himself to the hilt into your tight, wet cave with a deep, deep groan. It sounded as he had been holding that inside of him for a very long time. You, on the other hand moaned out loudly for everyone to hear as the two of you finally were connected as one.

You had almost forgotten about how good he actually was in bed but all of that came right back to you as he demonstrated his skills by pounding into you evenly, he squeezed your soft hips with every movement.

You clawed desperately at the fabric on his chest as he pounded roughly into you. You didn’t mind him being a little rough, it were a long time since you last made love and if he was anywhere close to as desperate and aroused as you were, he probably couldn’t contain himself.

“Oh, Albert..” you moaned as a wave of pure pleasure washed over you, “I’ve missed you so much.” You confessed openly.

He didn’t answer.

Sure, he was a man of few words but he would always praise you and shower you with affection while making love, now he was all quiet except a grunt here and there.

It was extremely hard for you to get anything from his eyes since those sunglasses covered them and left you to look at your own reflection instead. You had no idea what he felt right now and it made you wary.

You reached for his glasses and removed them as best as you could while he was pounding into you tirelessly. What met you behind those glasses was nothing you were prepared for.

His light grey eyes were a distant memory and now replaced with the eyes of a demon. Red swam around tight slits and you almost didn’t believe what you were seeing. This wasn’t the Albert you remembered.

He was angry. So, so angry. You could feel it vibrating from his furious eyes.

You should be frightened, you should’ve ran away from him but something inside of you made you remain in place with nothing but shame for what you had done to the man you loved.

You had hurt him. You had most likely broken his heart by leaving him without so much as a letter. You had done this to him, you thought.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” You said, tears forming in your eyes as you leaned your forehead against his.

“You are mine.” He growled back,

“Yes.” You nodded in agreement.

“You will never betray me ever again.” Behind his anger you could detect the pain, the pain that you were responsible for.

“Never, baby, never. I’ve been so foolish.”

He slowed down his ministrations and captured your lips with his, the kiss became desperate very quickly, both of your tongues massaging each other in your mouths. You tugged at the locks at the back of his neck as you moaned into the kiss, giving yourself over to him completely.

You were still kissing passionately as he fucked you, and you knew that if he kept moving his hips like that together with his hot, wet mouth, you weren’t going to last very long.

You knew that he also knew.

Your legs began to shake from the intense, burning pleasure between your legs, your nails found his neck where you scratched helplessly as moan after moan escaped your lips.

Albert kissed your face and then went over to your neck affectionely, humming while doing so. Never breaking the rhythm in his thrusts.

“I’m-, I’m so close..” your voice were raspy and low, “Oh god, Albert..”

“That’s it, my sweet” he huskily whispered in your ear before he kissed the curve of your ear, “Come for me..”

You did so, your legs shaking with the same intensity as your screams that left your lips as you rode out the exquisite orgasm eagerly. Every fiber of your body felt as if it was on fire and you couldn’t do anything besides moaning and holding him tightly to you, afraid that he might disappear if you didn’t.

The orgasm left you weak to the bones but Albert didn’t let you rest. He withdrew himself from inside you and lead you upstairs, into the first room that was in sight.

Albert undressed the rest of your clothing and laid you down on the bed softly and positioned himself between your legs, this time with his face.

The first contact with his lips and tongue to your pussy made you moan out with eyes closed, your fingers finding their way down your stomach and onto his blonde locks.

This was one of the best things you know and you’ve been longing for it for three years, it didn’t matter that you had just had an orgasm minutes ago, because when he began using his fingers on you and sucking your clit between his delicate lips, you came undone for the second time today.

He kissed your thighs feathery light and traveled up your now naked body. He kissed and licked every inch of skin on your torso, your breasts he sucked and licked softly, which earned him a moan from you.

He crawled on top of you and spread your legs a little wider for the comfort of both of you. You wasn’t satisfied just yet, though.

“Please, remove your clothes.” You said, looking deeply into his red swirls. “I want to feel you on my skin. I’ve longed so for you, my love.”

He hesitated for a moment but complied to your request and removed his clothes in a blur, it didn’t take more than a few seconds before he was in between your legs again, now in his full naked glory.

You trailed your hands down his hard chest and down his hard washboard abs. You sighed deeply in fulfillment when he entered you once again.

He held you possessively by the neck as he was thrusting into you, his face mere inches from yours as your eyes were locked in each other’s gazes. You had your arms around his back, because you wanted to get as close to him as you possibly could.

You shared a few kisses as the love making grew hotter and closer to the edge for the both of you. It gave you such immense pleasure to see his own pleasure in those eyes of his. You wanted him to feel good, to unwrap himself completely inside of you.

The connection the two of you shared only made the sex even better, more intense than any sex you’ve ever had with anyone else. You didn’t only shared each other’s bodies but each other’s minds and souls as well. He didn’t need to tell you that he loved you, you could feel it with every kiss, every thrust, every single touch he laid upon you. It was magical and brought you straight over the edge for the third time, you were a moaning mess and you chanted over and over again how much you loved him. It didn’t take long after your release for him to find his own. With a deep grunt he filled you up right to the hilt but he remained inside of you just for a little longer.

You shared each other’s lips, and you caressed each other’s faces softly, lovingly.

“If you ever do something like this again, I’m going to have to kill you, Y/N.” He spoke softly but gravely.

“I know.” You responded as you kissed him on his forehead.

You knew that he wouldn’t forgive you a second time. You still had some questions you wanted answers to but you had already decided to stop fighting him. You loved each other, deeply and eternally. That’s all that matters to you. At least for now.

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